Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

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The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Thirteen



The long stretch limo pulled next to the curve of the Regency Imperial Hotel. Lavish bright lights were blinding the passengers of the limo as well as displaying the grand building structure. Bulma drew in a gasp of air at the lavish luxury around her.

"Wow Kenji, this place is great..."

Kenji smiled; very proud at himself. "I am glad it is to your liking. We need the correct atmosphere to get to know each other a little better."

Bulma rewarded his smile with one of her own, her cheery lips braking into a grin. "I agree." She replied brushing strands of her aqua blue hair out of her face. Bulma reached for the door.

"Oh no, no." Kenji said to her gently. He pushed her back against the leather seats of the limo delicately, Bulma did not protest. "Allow me."

Bulma watched as Kenji got out of the limo and walked to her side of the large car that was probably costing him 100 dollars, if not more, an hour for renting it. He opened the door and extended his hand forward, allowing Bulma amble support for her to get out of the car. Bulma politely accepted Kenji's hand. It wasn't like any of the boys that she knew to offer her a hand out of a car like that. Yamcha would have rather stayed in the car and made-out and Vegeta would have just went his own way while Bulma get out of the car on her own. For such a thought Bulma slapped herself mentally. This was not a time to be thinking about Vegeta, the time never seemed right.

"Watch your step." Kenji advised as he pulled Bulma's slender body out of the limo by her hand.

Bulma heard his warning a few seconds too late, she felt her body tip forward and nearly hit the ground due to the slippery concrete beneath her. And at the same time she felt her entire frame being pull upward by two firm arms. She looked up, Kenji's endless jade eyes staring back at her with care. Bulma sighed, she thought she was going to hit the ground for sure.

Kenji pulled her up to the point where she was less than ten inches away from his face. "You ok?" He breathed.

"H-hai." Bulma replied. She didn't like being so close to him.

Kenji smiled. "Let's go inside." He suggested.

"Mm-hmm, sounds good to me." Bulma had been caught of guard when she had nearly fallen. She was a little bit on the dizzy side at the moment. She could have sworn that she was going to throw up again. But she fought the feeling and straightened her posture as they walked into the hotel.

They never noticed a camera shuttered click....

~*~

The person in the car sighed. It had been an hour and a half since they had gone up there. The driver of the white car smirked. There was only one thing that they could be doing up there that could have taken that long or even longer. With the camera on the dashboard of their car, the person thoughtfully mused what would come of the evidence she/he had collected that night. Would she/he be rewarded? Would she/he be ignored? If things kept heading in the direction that they were at the moment, she/he would be rewarded. Of that they were sure.

Shame on Bulma Briefs. Who would have ever thought her to be a whore? She seemed so honorable at all times, especially from the family that she came from. And now here she was in one of the most glamorous hotels in the city with some no body mostly likely fucking like rabbits. The driver shook her/his head. Shame; shame indeed.

The individual kicked the seat back and decided it a good nap was in ordered. Who knew how long they could be up there.

~*~

Two hours later Kenji and his female companion walked out of the hotel, arm in arm, giggling. Kenji held the door open for Bulma; she steeped out into the cold of the night slowly. The cold air passed by her face roughly; she shivered violently.

"Brisk out, is it not?" Kenji teased Bulma.

Bulma nodded her head and hugged her own body. "Brisk my ass. It's down right fucking freezing!" Bulma laughed.

Kenji scowled. "I see no need for such vulgar words." Kenji pointed out.

Bulma narrowed her eyes. His politeness and manners did tend to get annoying at times. She knew that with Vegeta she would never have to worry about his manners. Sure he had some, but he would never reprimand her for cursing. If anything he would be the one telling her to loosen up and give the world the finger, so to speak. Bulma took a deep drag of the air around her. What the hell was she doing here? She should've been at home, with Vegeta, safe and most of all warm in his arms. Bulma felt her eyes get heavy with sleep and tears.

Vegeta...

"Bulma, I did not mean to correct you." Kenji said when he noticed that Bulma had gotten distant. "It is not my place at all."

The blue haired girl was pulled forcefully back to reality. She shook her head. "No you did right. My father is always telling me that I need to cut back on my cursing."

Kenji nodded. "I agree. It's not idealistic for a young woman to be so sharp of the tongue. You wouldn't want to be branded as a shrew for the rest of your life, would you?"

Holding back her anger due to Kenji's resent words, Bulma shook her head. "Of course not."

Kenji looked around, they were still in the front of the hotel and Bulma was still shivering. "Here Bulma." He removed his coat from his back and arms. "I'm not cold at all."

Bulma was hesitant for a moment. After a minute of thought she took the jacket and slid it on to her body, Kenji assisting her.

*Click* *Click*

Bulma looked around. She could have sworn that she had heard a click, or even seen a light.

~*~

The driver of the car cursed. The damn camera had the flash on! But how!?

~*~

"Is there a problem?" Kenji inquired. "You seemed diverted right then and there?"

"Did you see that light?" Bulma questioned.

Kenji shook his head back and forth. "No Bulma."

Bulma placed a hand to her forehead. "I think that it's late, my mind seems to stop working when the night comes." Bulma muttered playfully.

"I don't know about your mind ceasing to work, however I do agree that it is late." Kenji replied walking towards the limo.

Bulma followed. "Well my father will be pleased that we had a good time." Bulma muttered bitterly.

"That he will be. Anything to please the great Dr. Briefs." Kenji responded with respect.

They reached the limo, as always Kenji held the door open for Bulma. Bulma slid into the limo under Kenji's arm, making sure not to hit her head. Kenji leaned down on her. "Are you in?" He asked.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

Bulma blinked. "There went that light again." She stated.

~*~

How the fuck did you turn that flash off?! And how did it even get turned on in the first place?! The driver cursed, if she/he wasn't careful she/he could get caught. But still, more pictures were needed.

~*~

"Bulma I do believe that it is time to get you home." Kenji smiled and closed the door on Bulma.

Within seconds he was on the other side of her sitting in the limo with her.

"Where to sir?" The limo driver asked.

Kenji turned to Bulma, who had already fallen asleep on his shoulder. He shook his head softly. "Capsule Corporation."

He pulled Bulma closer to him and fixed his coat over her body better. Then he pushed her back not wanting too much contact with her body. The limo began to speed off. Then just as Kenji decided to look back, he saw a bright light for a second. What the hell had that been?

*Click*

Kenji pushed the thought out of his mind, it was late, and he was sleepy. That was all. It never occurred to him that the actions of his night out with Bulma had been monitored since the minute they left the house. Nor did he know how much trouble they could get into after that night.