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Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter 7
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Bulma came down the stairs, a pair of black spider earrings dangling from her ears, black heals strapped to her feet making her just a little taller. She had sprayed perfume at her neck and wrists with a slight hope that Vegeta would notice. Maybe she wasn't the only one feeling this way. Her blue eyes scanned the room and saw several familiar faces. Krillin wrapped in bandages, Yamcha was dressed in a prince charming get up chatting up different women, and Master Roshi had dawned a vampire cape and was moving among the other business relations of her mother and father. Chi Chi was there and had a witch costume, Gohan next to her with cat ears and nose, his tail having grown once more twitching behind him. Her mother had a pair of pink bunny ears, a black swimsuit with a little bunny tail. Her father was dressed like father time. It hit Bulma, as it had many times throughout the years, how strange of a couple her parents made.

Yamcha made his way over to her and put an arm around her. "Hey babe, I was afraid that you were mad at me. Damn you look good." He said, his eyes looking over her.

She moved from him, folding her arms across her chest. "No, you're still in trouble." She hissed. "Enjoy the party." She huffed before her eyes looked across the room, looking for someone in particular. It was then she saw him. The blue uniform that fit tightly over his muscles made him look like a hired striper. Maybe that was the reason she got it for him in the first place. He looked irritated as he always did when there was company around. He was standing next to the food, his jaw working at whatever he had popped into his mouth last. She made her way over to him. "You look like you're going to arrest the next person who looks at you funny." She said, putting a hand on her popped hip.

Vegeta's dark eyes looked over at her. He had been forcing his thoughts to be controlled. The woman was a human and a pathetic one at that. She was useless and he wasn't going to let her use any kind of spell on him. He was dead set on his mindset, until she walked up. She stopped but her sent carried to him. It was stronger and it made his knees weak. "Arrest?" he growled at her then smirked "Why the hell would I arrest someone when I have the power to knock them six feet under?"

His smirk was met with one of her own. She was probably going to go out of bounds, but a large part of her wanted to see that look in his eyes again. She wanted to feel her heart stop in her chest like it had. She moved forward and looped a finger in one of the bracelets that were draped on his belt. "Because." She cooed, her hips rocking from side to side as she made her way over to him. She stood dangerously close to him while giving her most devilish look. "Using handcuffs are more fun." She was rewarded for her efforts as she was met with the same look from those onyx eyes.

Though it was only for a moment as he forced himself to look away. "Vile woman." He spat though his body shivered at her look and close proximity.

His words struck her. He had called her that before, but not when she was trying to see if she was reading his eyes right. Her pride damaged, she was going to play it up. After all, she was in a sexy dress, who could resist her? "Humf." She shrugged. "Guess you wouldn't know." She said with a knowing smile. "Guess you'll never find out either." She reached down and took the cuffs from his belt. She clicked the chain between the two bracelets. "After all," She purred, her eyes looking through her dark lashes. "You are such a saint."

The last word held the whip lash she wanted and it hit him. Pride hit him and with a flash of movement that was too fast for her to see, he had taken the cuffs from her as well as one of her wrists. A twist and her arm bent easily behind her, her heals turning on the ground as her back was suddenly pressed against his front, her arm firmly held in his hand. No one seemed to notice the quick movement between the two. He didn't have to bend down far to hiss in her ear. "Wouldn't you like it if I were to use it on you?" The simple nature of the movement and how easy it was to overpower her gave him a rush. The witch was easy to bring down once he had her caught.

The suddenness of the whole deal had captured Bulma's breath. However, when he hissed those words, she found it suddenly as it lodged itself in her throat. She felt the hot surge pound through her. It wasn't fear. No, that didn't even cross her mind. It was a thrill to have someone overpower her. Yamcha thought he was tough, but Vegeta… Kami- "Vegeta." The name came off her lips in a whisper.

Vegeta felt his body shudder at the sound of her voice calling his name. The delicate sound melted the anger that came from her previous words. Her hand slid from his slowly as she stepped forward, looking back at him over her shoulder, the curiosity of what had happened when she was met with a look she had never seen from him before. His eyes were locked upon hers and for a moment, the world stopped around them. The look held a mixture of pain, want, exhaustion, excitement. It was difficult to tell exactly what he was feeling more. It seemed to match the knots that formed within her stomach. "Vegeta-" Bulma started, "I-"

Description
Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter 7
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma came down the stairs, a pair of black spider earrings dangling from her ears, black heals strapped to her feet making her just a little taller. She had sprayed perfume at her neck and wrists with a slight hope that Vegeta would notice. Maybe she wasn't the only one feeling this way. Her blue eyes scanned the room and saw several familiar faces. Krillin wrapped in bandages, Yamcha was dressed in a prince charming get up chatting up different women, and Master Roshi had dawned a vampire cape and was moving among the other business relations of her mother and father. Chi Chi was there and had a witch costume, Gohan next to her with cat ears and nose, his tail having grown once more twitching behind him. Her mother had a pair of pink bunny ears, a black swimsuit with a little bunny tail. Her father was dressed like father time. It hit Bulma, as it had many times throughout the years, how strange of a couple her parents made.

Yamcha made his way over to her and put an arm around her. "Hey babe, I was afraid that you were mad at me. Damn you look good." He said, his eyes looking over her.

She moved from him, folding her arms across her chest. "No, you're still in trouble." She hissed. "Enjoy the party." She huffed before her eyes looked across the room, looking for someone in particular. It was then she saw him. The blue uniform that fit tightly over his muscles made him look like a hired striper. Maybe that was the reason she got it for him in the first place. He looked irritated as he always did when there was company around. He was standing next to the food, his jaw working at whatever he had popped into his mouth last. She made her way over to him. "You look like you're going to arrest the next person who looks at you funny." She said, putting a hand on her popped hip.

Vegeta's dark eyes looked over at her. He had been forcing his thoughts to be controlled. The woman was a human and a pathetic one at that. She was useless and he wasn't going to let her use any kind of spell on him. He was dead set on his mindset, until she walked up. She stopped but her sent carried to him. It was stronger and it made his knees weak. "Arrest?" he growled at her then smirked "Why the hell would I arrest someone when I have the power to knock them six feet under?"

His smirk was met with one of her own. She was probably going to go out of bounds, but a large part of her wanted to see that look in his eyes again. She wanted to feel her heart stop in her chest like it had. She moved forward and looped a finger in one of the bracelets that were draped on his belt. "Because." She cooed, her hips rocking from side to side as she made her way over to him. She stood dangerously close to him while giving her most devilish look. "Using handcuffs are more fun." She was rewarded for her efforts as she was met with the same look from those onyx eyes.

Though it was only for a moment as he forced himself to look away. "Vile woman." He spat though his body shivered at her look and close proximity.

His words struck her. He had called her that before, but not when she was trying to see if she was reading his eyes right. Her pride damaged, she was going to play it up. After all, she was in a sexy dress, who could resist her? "Humf." She shrugged. "Guess you wouldn't know." She said with a knowing smile. "Guess you'll never find out either." She reached down and took the cuffs from his belt. She clicked the chain between the two bracelets. "After all," She purred, her eyes looking through her dark lashes. "You are such a saint."

The last word held the whip lash she wanted and it hit him. Pride hit him and with a flash of movement that was too fast for her to see, he had taken the cuffs from her as well as one of her wrists. A twist and her arm bent easily behind her, her heals turning on the ground as her back was suddenly pressed against his front, her arm firmly held in his hand. No one seemed to notice the quick movement between the two. He didn't have to bend down far to hiss in her ear. "Wouldn't you like it if I were to use it on you?" The simple nature of the movement and how easy it was to overpower her gave him a rush. The witch was easy to bring down once he had her caught.

The suddenness of the whole deal had captured Bulma's breath. However, when he hissed those words, she found it suddenly as it lodged itself in her throat. She felt the hot surge pound through her. It wasn't fear. No, that didn't even cross her mind. It was a thrill to have someone overpower her. Yamcha thought he was tough, but Vegeta… Kami- "Vegeta." The name came off her lips in a whisper.

Vegeta felt his body shudder at the sound of her voice calling his name. The delicate sound melted the anger that came from her previous words. Her hand slid from his slowly as she stepped forward, looking back at him over her shoulder, the curiosity of what had happened when she was met with a look she had never seen from him before. His eyes were locked upon hers and for a moment, the world stopped around them. The look held a mixture of pain, want, exhaustion, excitement. It was difficult to tell exactly what he was feeling more. It seemed to match the knots that formed within her stomach. "Vegeta-" Bulma started, "I-"