Walking side by side back to the room she ran from, Bulma glared at Vegeta's profile as he typed away on his phone. "I want my phone and laptop. I want to call my sister to let her know I'm okay."
"I'll return them soon, when it's the right time."
Bulma scoffed, Vegeta's eyes never leaving his cellphone.
"What if I need something?"
"Goku is here to help you get anything you desire. He will also be your bodyguard and will always be by your side if I cannot be."
With the door to the room within view, all Bulma wanted to do was crawl back into bed and pray this was just a dream.
"I won't have sex with you." No matter how much I wanted to just a few hours ago...
He smirked as he placed his phone in his pocket before stepping into her personal space, his face mere inches away from hers as he pinned her against the door. "I would never force myself on a woman who wasn't willing, and I won't do anything without your consent or permission. I'll wait until you want me as much as I want you –until you beg me to fill you."
Bulma's treacherous body betrayed her as she felt her core clench at his words and nearness as his intoxicating cologne filled her nose, hating how she could tell he knew how much he affected her as his smirk grew. When his hand trailed a path from her lower belly, between her breasts, and finally to her neck to wrap his hand around it, she released a throaty moan that hadn't meant to sound so sensual –his dilating eyes boring into hers as his smirk faltered at the sound.
Vegeta leaned in closer until his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. "You may not love me yet, but I know your body craves a man's touch. My touch. Just think how good it would feel to be fucked so hard and so thoroughly, London would be able to hear your screams from here."
Bulma's thighs pressed together as her breathing increased, her hands moving of their own accord as they slid up his solid bare chest. She smiled when she noticed she wasn't the only one affected as his body tensed with her touch and his breathing grew with hers, the air between them crackling with uncontained desire.
There are two players in this game, Vegeta. Bulma thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her breasts pressing into him as his chest rumbled against her hardening nipples. Let the best player win.
"In your dreams," she whispered against his lips before kneeing him and opening the door to quickly slip into the room –slamming the door in his face.
Vegeta swore before banging his fist into the door. "You may think me a gentle man, Bulma, but don't provoke me. I am a man who is used to getting what he wants, and I'll do anything to make you fall in love with me."
Bulma grew worried at his words, reminding herself to tread lightly because he was a mafia don and had killed a man unintentionally in front of her, but her words surprisingly came out with confidence. "Give it your best shot because I am going to do everything in my power to get through the next 365 days without falling in love with a mobster like you!"
Vegeta banged on the door again before collecting himself. "Get dressed. We leave in an hour."
Bulma was going to tell him to 'go fuck himself,' and that she wasn't going anywhere with him, but thought better of it as she sighed. "Where are we going?"
"What does every woman love to do?"
Fuck, was the first thing that popped into her head as her body shivered, berating herself at her reaction to the man she loathed, should loath... "And what's that?"
"Shopping."
Bulma snorted. You are in for a big surprise because you know nothing about this woman.
*****
Vegeta watched Bulma from the corner of his eye as she tried on dozens of revealing outfits that showcased her lovely figure, pouting cutely when she thought he wasn't looking or paying attention to her when she modeled each outfit. Each time, he grinned as soon as her back was turned, loving each outfit on her, before she entered the dressing room to change once again.
"Don't forget to try on a few gowns, Bulma. We have a ball to attend at the end of the week."
"A ball?! What am I, Princess Cinder-Fucking-Ella going to meet the prince? We're going to a ball, he says. What's next, a magic carpet ride?"
His eyes lingered on the curtain as his grin grew as he thought of a different kind of ride she could take before turning back to his phone, noticing Goku was staring at him with a knowing smirk from his peripheral vision. "What?"
"Nothing. Did I say something, Prince Vegeta?"
He punched his cousin on the arm. "No, but I know you want to with that smug look on your face."
Goku shrugged as he pulled out his phone, Chichi's name flashing across the screen.
"Why is Chichi calling you, Goku?"
He shrugged again before exiting the high-end boutique, his phone at his ear and a smile on his face.
The curtain to the dressing room opened to reveal Bulma in her own attire with several hangers of clothing in her arms before she handed them to the staff member who assisted them so they could purchase everything she tried on. She raised her eyebrow at him to dare him to say no to her purchase of several thousand dollars' worth of clothing, but Vegeta winked at her as he pulled out his black Amex card to pay for everything as his men grabbed their purchases before following her out.
"Where are we going now?" Bulma asked, not looking at him as she took in the beautiful architecture of Saiyan Island. It was her first time on the island, and if she was going to spend the next year here, she might as well enjoy every second of it.
Vegeta pointed to a special boutique across the one they had exited with a smirk, her eyes rounding excitedly as she peered into the window. With his hand on the small of her back, he led her in as he told his men to wait outside, and as soon as Vegeta flashed his black Amex card, the boutique closed their shop to other patrons as Bulma selected a few things to try on.
Sitting on a white sofa in the waiting area of the dressing room with strawberries and champagne the staff had brought them, Vegeta finished checking all of his emails and messages. "Bulma, what's taking you so long to change?"
"I'm still trying on all the pieces. I love everything I've tried on so far. Have I told you that I love lingerie?"
Groaning, Vegeta's pants grew tight as he imagined one particular piece on her body.
"Come out and show me. You should model each piece like you did with the clothes."
"Pfft, like you were paying attention when I did."
"I'm always paying attention."
When she remained quiet as the rustling sounds of fabric filled the silence, Vegeta made his way to the dressing room and entered.
"Get out!" she yelled as she turned to face him. "Get out or else..."
"Or else what? You'll knee me again?"
Time seemed to stand still as he took in every inch of her exposed body, the lingerie barely covering anything as her breasts practically spilled out of the tiny material. All of his blood traveled south as his mouth opened slightly at the sight of Bulma in the piece he wanted to see her in the most. The lingerie was made of tiny pieces of black silk that left nothing to the imagination, contrasting beautifully against the creamy flesh he wanted to lick every inch of and have in his mouth.
Electricity sparked the air between them as Bulma seductively moved closer toward Vegeta until she was merely inches from him, her hand sliding up his chest to his shoulder before she whispered, "Or else, this will be the only time you'll see me in this."
With a growl, Vegeta wrapped a hand around her throat and backed her into the mirrored wall as his face pressed into her cheek.
"It's by my order that we're here so I'll decide when I'm going to see this or any of the outfits you bought today with my money."
Without waiting for a response, Vegeta released his hold on her and exited the room to wait for her on the sofa as he finished his champagne.
Minutes later, Bulma stomped out of the dressing room with the lingerie she had on moments ago in her hand and threw it at him.
"You can see it on yourself whenever you want," she growled before stomping her way out of the store.
Chuckling to himself, thankful Bulma wasn't a meek little woman, Vegeta ordered one of everything the stored owned in her size and tossed his card to them before running after her, telling his men to wait for their purchases to be wrapped for them.
It's going to be a fun year with you, woman.
*****
Bulma ran as fast as she could as she frantically searched for anyone who could possibly help her. When she ended up at a dead end with a large body of water in front of her, she cursed before spotting police officers to the side, but her feet faltered. He's in the mafia and probably has the local police in his pocket, not to mention I would lose my job if I somehow got away from him...
Cursing again, she turned to face the body of water and jumped when Vegeta stood a few feet away from her.
"Are you lost, baby girl?"
Bulma cringed. "Please do not call me baby girl again."
Vegeta took several steps closer until he stood in her personal space. "Why didn't you run to the police like any sane person would do?"
Bulma lifted her eyes to his defiantly. "I thought it through and there was no point to involve people who can't help me with my situation."
"Smart woman. Except..."
"Except? What do you mean except?!"
His hand moved to her thigh and lifted it to wrap it around his waist. "You should wear more comfortable shoes next time if you feel like running."
"I only ran because you pissed me off and need some space from your overbearing ass."
"Duly noted. Do not piss you off when you wear sneakers then."
Bulma tried to push him away as he chuckled, but he trapped her hands against his chest within one of his.
"You should stop fighting what I know you feel and take part of an adventure fate as given you."
"It wasn't fate... It was you."
"We have to make our own luck sometimes."
"Let go of me. You said earlier that you wouldn't touch me without my consent or permission."
Vegeta released his hold on Bulma as he took a step back and breathed deeply through his nose before cracking his neck. "I'm not the monster you think I am."
Bulma thought for several moments before speaking as they ogled each other. "I want my laptop and cellphone back when we get home."
Bulma didn't wait for his response as she walked away from him with a victorious grin gracing her lips, missing his own smirk –not realizing her use of a certain word.