Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sinful Caress ❯ Liar, Liar ( Chapter 2 )

I have had a lot of school work to do so I'm busy most of the time. I try to find time to write my fics, and sometimes it's hard, but here is the next chapter for this fic, and I hope that everyone likes it. I wont keep you any longer.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters used in this fanfic.

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Liar, Liar

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Bulma shoved away from Kakarot and his groping hands. "Please keep your distance. If you get this job, then it will be a solely professional thing. I am not up to an affair right now, understood?"

Kakarot smirked at her and moved away another step. "As you wish, cherie," he sounded sarcastic.

"So then, this will be a professional relationship and please no sexual innuendo, whether it be in English or French. We had an affair, yes, but it is over."

"If only because you wish it," he muttered.

She shot him a small glare and returned to her paperwork. "Go ahead and speak with my husband and he will give you the details of your work."

"Don't go all professional with me when the last time we saw each other I was........" he trailed off and then said a few words in French.

"You were what?" Bulma looked up from her work in annoyance. "Never mind, I think I know what you just said. It doesn't matter anymore. If any reason it is because you never called me."

"You had my number also. If you wished to see me, then why did you not call me?" Kakarot asked with a mild smile.

"You know what?" she asked with a polite smile. "I have a lot of work to do, so if you please, will you leave me alone?"

Kakarot rolled his eyes, "As you wish, amour," he whispered almost mockingly before he walked out of the room without another word.

Bulma let out a long breath and tried to slow her wildly beating heart. The last thing she needed was to be thrown into an awkward situation with a man that had been her lover. Had been. They were over and through.

She scoffed at the last part and realized that she was neglecting her work and she got back to it. She needed to stop thinking about a man that was not her husband. Even if she was not really in love with him, she felt guilty at times when she remembered her betrayal to him.

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Well, she didn't always feel guilty. The little creep that called himself her husband was blatantly flirting with his secretary. So much for watching his image. She walked into his office and Yamcha looked up, his eyes going wide.

"Bulma!" he squeaked.

"Don't even bother. We need to talk," she said darkly. She shot the secretary a dirty look and nodded towards the door. The woman cleared her throat and scuttled out.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he straightened his tie and sat down at his desk.

"I want to know where you found this bodyguard," she said in a neutral tone of voice.

"I spoke to my guards, and they recommended him, and his brother. They are rumored to be two of the best, and I sought them out. Bulma, even if you don't believe it, I care about you and I want your safety."

"What exactly are you protecting me from?" she asked suspiciously, sitting down right in front of him. She gave him a look that made him gulp. A look that promised pain if he said something she didn't like.

Yamcha sighed in defeat. "I am afraid that with my biggest case approaching, threats will arise. Not just for me, but for you and the boys. I want you all safe, Bulma. Though I cannot say this openly, I think Nappa would love to get his hands on you. He hates you, you know."

"Because I am Vegeta's widow?" Bulma was confused.

"Because Vegeta had you, and you turned him down. How long ago did that happen?" Yamcha asked.

Bulma racked her memory. "I think it was almost ten years ago, more or less. I was in college and Vegeta was already my fiancé. Nappa tried to hit on me many times, but I had no part in it. I think he backed off until I was pregnant with Trunks........ You mean to tell me that he is holding a grudge?"

Yamcha chortled. "He is and was a big bafoon, but he has a knack in politics. I saw him talking to you at the dinner we had," he said slowly.

"He accused me of having part in Vegeta's assassination," she said softly.

His eyes widened. "Don't listen to him, love. He knows nothing when it comes on how to treat women. But we are off the subject. Being married to a DA in charge of notorious cases is always dangerous, please take the help that I can offer?"

Bulma let out a long steadying breath and then nodded. "Fine, but that doesn't mean that I like this. Even if I have guards, I don't want them interfering with my normal activities, make that abundantly clear. Okay?"

"Sure. I just hope that after a few days spent with you, they don't decide to quit," he grinned.

Bulma gave a sarcastic laugh, then grabbed a pen and made as if to throw it at him. He flinched and she laughed in glee. "It is good to know that I can still frighten men," she said as she stood.

"You find that a good thing?"

"I do," Bulma said simply. She turned and began to walk towards the door. "When are they going to start?"

"They will be waiting for you tomorrow morning before you go to the office." He stood and walked over to pour himself some whisky.

"And Yamcha, if you're going to calm your hormonal urge with your secretary, please try to be descreet about it. It wouldn't do your image any good if she turns up with a swollen belly a few months from now. And I sure as hell will have no part in it. When the scandals start, my sons and I are gone, but not before repaying your infidelity," she snapped before she walked out.

Yamcha looked after her with wide eyes and gulped down his drink before he got to work. He shivered as he thought of what Bulma might do if she did realize that he was cheating on her. And with who.

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Bulma sighed tiredly as she walked into her home, she dropped her briefcase in the office she had and then walked out and to the kitchen to get something to eat. She was making herself a sandwich when Trunks walked in.

"Mom, can I get a new bike? I saw this really cool mountain bike and Jimmy said that his dad promised to buy him one but I want to get it before he does. And-and Yamcha told Rico that he was going to ask you if you thought it was a good idea for us to get it. Pretty pretty please?!" Trunks whined.

"Trunks, baby, how many bikes do you already have?" Bulma asked him patiently.

"Three," the boy said slowly. "Why?"

"What do you need another one for?" Bulma asked.

"Com'on!" he said in that whiny voice again.

The boy's face looked so much like his father's that it made her heart ache, and she found that she couldn't say no. "Fine," she sighed. "Bring me a progress report from your teacher tomorrow and it depends on what she says about you and Rico. Tell your brother that I want to see his too. If I like what I see, then tomorrow after school I will take you both to get that bike, okay?"

Trunks grinned. "Okay!" he said happily before he ran off to tell Rico about the news.

Bulma ate her snack and grabbed a bottle of water as she walked towards her room. She entered and turned her TV on to the stocks channel and walked into her closet to change her clothes.

She walked out with only a short silk robe over her and with her hair uncurling over her shoulders from the bun it had been in. She went into her bathroom to remove her make up and when she came out she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bulma hissed when she noticed the man that was lounging on her bed, shoes off and completely relaxed.

Kakarot smirked and winked at her, rubbing the sheets beside him. "Why don't you join me? I know you still want me, or else you wouldn't have reacted to my touch the way you did in your office," he said knowingly.

"How did you get in here without being picked up by security?" Bulma asked as she kept her distance from him.

"I have my ways, but I am not going to tell you, cherie," he smiled as he stood. He walked towards her, looking desirable and dangerous in one breadth.

Bulma moved away from him, but what she wasn't counting on was her back slamming against a wall. "Please don't," she said as she held up a hand to stop his advances.

He ignored her request and took her hands, pulling her forward to him. "I want you. You can't possibly know how much. Tell me to leave and I will leave," he murmured against her ear.

She bit her lip and warred with herself over whether she should tell him to leave or tell him to stay. Her body wanted him, there was no doubt, but......... Bulma jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Bulma called as she shoved Kakarot into her closet and shut the doors.

"It's me Yamcha," he called back.

She went pale but she walked over to open the door. "What is it?"

"I'm feeling needy," he said as he tried to draw her to him.

Bulma held up her hand and stopped him from moving forward. "Yamcha, I'm sorry, but you must understand that I have a nasty headache, and the fact that you are pushing this bodyguard thing doesn't have me too happy either," she said. Then she mocked frowned. "Didn't your secretary put out?......... Oh, that's right, if she had then you wouldn't be here, bugging me. Sorry Yamcha, but it'll have to be another day," she said before she shut and locked the door.

Yamcha scowled into the door and then cursed as he walked to his room. He needed release and now. He thought about anyone that could help him with his little problem, and then he snapped his fingers. He knew who.

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Bulma opened the doors to her closet and glared at her ex-lover. "You see what you are putting me through?" she snapped.

Kakarot looked at her and smiled. "I must say that I love your taste in clothing, amour. Though I must say that I like your selection in lingerie better," he said as he pointed to a specific drawer on the piece of furniture there.

"You have been going through my things?" she growled as she marched over to him and smacked his arm.

"You look so beautiful when you are angry," Kakarot said as he grabbed her suddenly and pressed his lips to hers.

Bulma gasped and pushed against him, but he didn't let up and took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. She slowly stopped fighting and slid her arms around his neck.

"Do you still want me to leave?" he asked as he ran his hands up the back of her thighs and lifted the hem of her robe with it as he lifted her against him.

Bulma clung to his neck and sucked on his lips. She managed to shake her head as he walked with her towards the bed.

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"So, Mrs. Briefs, as your own personal bodyguard, did I live up to your expectations?" Kakarot asked as he pulled on his silk boxers and stood to stare at the disheveled blue haired woman that was laying in bed, only a thin sheet covering her wondrous body.

Bulma glared at him. "Don't remind me of Yamcha's ploy to try to "protect" me. I bet he just wants someone to spy on me for the right amount of zero's on a check." She stood slowly, and he smirked as he watched, rather shakily and began to pull on her clothes.

"We can't keep doing this you know," she whispered as he came over to wrap his arms around her waist.

"Yes we can. This is quite perfect actually. He wants me to guard you, and everywhere you go, I go. Even if it is out on a business trip. There is no need for him to suspect anything," Kakarot replied as he ran his lips up and down the smooth skin of her neck.

Bulma sighed and turned in his arms to look up at him intently. "Did you really mean what you said about taking out Yamcha? Kakarot, I am not a murderer, and....... and," she couldn't find the words.

"I would do anything for you, cherie, even if that means making you a widow so that we could be together. But if the question is, am I really a murderer? Non I am not. I don't kill because I feel like it, but for you I am willing to do anything. I have never killed anyone before."

"How can I know that if I hardly know who you are?" Bulma asked as her eyes narrowed.

"Before your husband hired me, he investigated me well back to my elementary years. There are no secrets and if you so like it you can see that report. All you have to do is ask me anything that you wish to know, and I will tell you."

"Kakarot," she started as she pushed away from his chest and sat at the edge of the bed. "I already lost a husband to an assassination. I may not love Yamcha the way I did my first husband, but I don't think I would be able to handle another loss that way."

"If you want to continue risking our affair getting discovered, then fine cherie. But don't say that I didn't warn you."

Bulma shrugged. "I do not want Yamcha hurt, he is, after all, the father of my child, if only by name," she said softly. She stood and grabbed her silk robe, putting it on.

"It doesn't matter........ as long as you keep me in your bed," he whispered seductively.

"While there is no danger, then we will continue to see each other," she whispered as she stood and walked over to press a kiss onto his sexy lips.

"We have time for a quickie, don't we?" he asked as he ran his hands down her body. Bulma smiled at the term that sounded sexy in his slight accent and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Lets make it quick, I need to shower and then go down to dinner with my family," she breathed as his hands began to work on her body.

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"Good morning," Bulma said with a bright smile as she stepped out of her home.

Kakarot grinned at her and motioned a hand to the big man standing next to him. "Mrs. Briefs, this is my sibling, Raditz," he said in an all professional tone.

Bulma looked up at him and smiled as they shook hands. "It is nice to meet you," she said. Did looks run in the family? This man was just as handsome as his brother, but he was so huge and muscled. Just by looking at him she would have deduced that he was a bodyguard.

"It is blatantly obvious that looks run in the family," Bulma said with a flirtatious smile. Behind his brother, Kakarot shot her a dirty look, but she ignored him.

Raditz smiled. "Thank you Mrs. Briefs. That is a noteworthy compliment coming from a beautiful woman such as yourself," he replied as he took her hand and kissed it. He also had a trace of a French accent in his voice, but it wasn't as obvious as Kakarot's.

"We took the liberty of checking your car for anything that may have been out of order. My brother and I will follow you in the black Lexus," Kakarot said as he pointed to the car in the driveway.

Bulma nodded. "That's a good arrangement. Did you two speak to my husband about the permanent positions?"

"Yes, we will be put to the test this week, and if we pass, we'll sign the contract," Raditz said as they began to walk towards her car. When they reached it, he beat Kakarot to open the door for her.

Bulma smiled and got into her car. "I look forward to working with you both," she said.

"Raditz will you excuse us for a moment, I would like to speak with Mrs. Briefs," Kakarot said politely. His brother gave a nod and walked away towards their car. Kakarot looked at her. "With all due respect, amour, what do you think you are doing with my brother?" he asked as he leaned down close to her face.

"This isn't the time or the place for you to act like a jealous boyfriend. Might I remind you that we are only lovers, nothing else?" she asked with a smirk. "Besides, your brother is eye candy," she said with a smirk. God, he looked so handsome when he was angry.

"You would dump me for my brother's bed?" Kakarot asked angrily.

"Oh no sweetheart, I am quite content with you in me bed, but don't forget that I have no obligations to you, or you to me, so I can do as I please. Are we clear?" Bulma asked him seriously.

"Crystal. Then if I do not have any obligations with you I can go off and find myself another pretty lonely woman that wants a bit of loving," Kakarot said before he straightened and walked off, leaving Bulma with her mouth open in shock.

"There is no way that he is going to be doing another woman at the same time he's with me," she growled to herself as she closed the door and revved the engine of her car. Then she backed out of the driveway and made her way to her office. She'd have a word with Kakarot later.

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A Week Later............

Bulma sighed as she walked into her home. She had had a very busy day and all she wanted to do was take a long hot bath. She and Kakarot had had a few chances to be with each other, but she was still wary that they would be found in one moment or another.

Kakarot and his brother Raditz were going to sign their permanent contract tomorrow. Also tomorrow night she and Yamcha had another one of those pointless dinners that they had to go to. She was praying to God that Nappa wasn't there, that he got the flu, diarrhea or something so that she didn't have to look at the bald asshole and remember that he had accused her of Vegeta's death.

"Mom!"

She stopped at the foot of the stairs and watched as her two boys ran over to her. "Yes?" she asked them.

"There's this guy here waiting for you. He says that he used to know my real dad and he has been telling us stories!" Trunks said excitedly.

"Yeah, he knows some really cool stories and he has told us about you, too!" Rico said right after.

"Who is it baby?" Bulma asked with a frown.

"Come with us!" Trunks said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her with him towards the living room.

When they entered, Bulma's eyes narrowed and she had to remind herself that her sons were in the room. "What are you doing here?" she asked, barely containing her fury.

"I wanted to meet Vegeta's boy," Nappa said with a smirk as he sat back on the couch.

Bulma glared at him. "Well, you've met him. Now I am going to have to ask you to leave my home."

Nappa looked her up and down boldly. "That is not very hospitable on your part, Bulma."

"Unless you want to speak to my husband, you have nothing else to do here."

"But mom! He was telling us stories about my dad!" Trunks cried as he pulled on her hand.

"I know baby, but it's getting late and you both have school tomorrow. Go brush your teeth and get ready for bed, please," Bulma said with a smile.

The boys looked like they wanted to argue, but they didn't and instead they ran up the stairs to their rooms. Bulma turned to look at the man that persisted in rattling her nerves and bringing back her tragic past.

"What are you really doing here?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Nappa smiled, and it wasn't pretty. "I really wanted to meet your boy. He's the mirror image of your first husband. It's a damn shame that he couldn't see his offspring grow. Any man would be proud to have a replica of himself."

"It's a shame that you don't have a child. Although I wouldn't wish a mirror image of you on any child," Bulma said with an evil smile.

He just chuckled and walked towards her. Bulma stood her ground, not wanting to let him see think that she felt intimidated. "I never knew why Vegeta put up with your obnoxious tongue." He gave her a look from head to toes and then up again. "Now I see that he put up with you because you have the most delectable little body."

Bulma used both her hands and shoved him away from her. Nappa stumbled, not prepared for her move and nearly fell on his ass. "I will not let you insult me in my own home. Get out of my house before I call the police and accuse you of harassment," Bulma hissed.

She wasn't prepared when he lunged forward and wrapped those huge hands around her slim neck and lifted her clear off the ground. "I don't like you, but at the same time I want to take you and fuck you until I kill you."

He squeezed harder and Bulma started to gag. She pulled at his hands and tried to kick him because she couldn't breathe, but he was far stronger and bigger than her and there was no way of her taking on him.

"If I were you, I'd think about the way you speak to me before you do it. I'm not an enemy to be trifled with. Then there's your little son that you have to protect. For his sake, I hope that you don't tell any of this to your current husband," he growled as he kissed her cheek and then threw her onto the couch.

Bulma took in deep lungfulls of air and started to cough. "Bastard......... This wont end here."

"I assure you that it wont," he said before he turned and walked off towards the door.

She sat there for a while and rubbed her bruised throat. That son of a bitch had dared to threaten her son. Her baby. Nobody threatened her baby and got away with it. When she was sure that her legs could support her, she stood and walked to the employee's dinning room.

She warned them about Nappa and told them to never let him into the house when only the boys were there, and when Yamcha wasn't home. Then she checked on the boys to see if they were in bed, and when they were she went to her room.

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Bulma looked herself in the mirror the following morning and cursed darkly. That poor excuse for a man would pay for what he had done to her. The smooth and pale skin of her neck had been bruised by that brutes hands.

She tried to hide it as much as possible with her make-up and then she made her way out to her car. Kakarot and his brother were both there waiting for her, but she was in no mood to deal with her lover so early in the morning and while she was in a bad mood.

She simply greeted them and got into her car. Kakarot looked at his brother as they drove behind her car. "She looked pissed," he commented.

Raditz nodded. "And even pissed she looked good enough to eat." Kakarot's shoulders tightened and his brother noticed. "Do not tell me that this was the public figure that you banged three years ago."

Kakarot glared at him. "You more than anyone have no right to judge me for what I did before," he snapped with an edge of his accent.

"I never said that I was judging you. And I have never forgotten that I have no right to berate you over anything that you do or have done. But why in the hell would you take a job so close to her after you had something to do with her?" Raditz snapped.

"She's incredible Raditz. I met her at that bar three years ago and I had her. Those few days I spent with her were the best in my life. She wasn't some cheap conquest, she is an addiction that I can't sate no matter how many times I have her."

Raditz shook his head. "Then you're doing her now?"

Kakarot glanced at him briefly. "I'll keep that information to myself,"

"I will take that as a yes," Raditz muttered. "You are walking a thin line little brother. I just hope that you don't fall."

"Whatever," Kakarot muttered as they parked besides Bulma's car and got out. They followed her into the elevator and then up into her office.

"May we ask what is wrong?" Kakarot asked as he watched her slam down her briefcase on her desk and then run a slim hand through her hair.

"Nappa was in my home yesterday. He's a colleague of my husband's, and he was in my home, with my two sons when he happens to be the biggest danger to them," she hissed in despair.

Raditz frowned and looked at his brother. "Why is he a danger?"

"He hasn't done anything to them, but I have a sixth sense about this and I know that he should never come near them again. He has threatened me indirectly, but yesterday he dropped the false front and openly threatened me. He constantly harasses me and I don't know what to do," Bulma said as her voice cracked.

Kakarot's hands fisted, but he kept his anger in check. "And where can we find this man?"

Bulma looked up at him, at the angry note in his voice and shook her head. "Nothing can happen to him. He's a public figure and can make something bad happen to you guys. Just leave this as it is and I will find a way to solve it all without calling attention to me."

"What do you plan to do?" Raditz asked.

"First off, I am going to make sure that he never comes near my boys again. After that, I don't know what I am going to do," Bulma said as she sat down.

Her intercom buzzed and Bulma picked up her phone. "Yes?"

"Ma'am, there is a lady here to see one of your guards. Should I tell her to wait for them to come out?" Her secretary asked.

"No, Jeannie. Tell her that she may come in, I want to meet whoever she is," Bulma replied.

"Yes ma'am," she said before she hung up.

Bulma looked at Kakarot and Raditz. "Apparently, there is someone here for one of you guys. She's coming in right now," she said as she looked towards the door. Kakarot and Raditz turned towards there too and Kakarot's eyes went wide.

A small, dark haired woman walked in with a baby in a sling. She walked straight to Kakarot and gave him a smile. She spoke to him in French and then turned to Bulma. "Pardon me for coming down here unannounced, but I need to speak to Goku," she said.

"There is no problem," Bulma said. "Are you two related?" she asked as she gazed at the one year old in her arms. Then she turned to look at Kakarot and noticed that he looked bleak, and a bit pale. Now her curiosity had just been sparked.

The woman nodded. "My name is Chichi, and I am Goku's wife."

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Goku is such a lying bastard! Or is he? I can't tell you guys anymore than that, but I promise that the next chapter will be much better and I will try to get it done as soon as possible. Please don't get impatient and have a great weekend!

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!Joey!