Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ The Marriage Ruse Part 1 ( Chapter 11 )

Hello!!! Ok, so first off, I had BAD BAD BAD writers block. That's why I took for freaking ever to post this thing.

And, I want to thank AylaWilson16 for helping me out. She motivated me and gave me some great ideas. You are my hero, my dear!!! Thank you. And make sure to read her story: The Ties That Bind. It's good. Read it.

With that said, I truly hope you all like this chapter. We are nearing the end of Utopia.

Also, I heard you all loud and clear. Too soon for our couple to get down and dirty. So now I know exactly when and where they will be getting down and jiggy with it… oh my gosh, I seriously should be slapped for saying `jiggy with it' OY!!

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She got up and brought her plate to the sink and then went back to the table. He stiffened, sensing her right behind him. “Thank you Vegeta, for saving my life… again.” She bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and left the kitchen.

He rubbed his cheek where she kissed him. He had never received such a gesture. It confused him, thus angering him…

As she entered the living room, not exactly sure as to why she had gone into that specific room. She just knew she wanted to get out of the kitchen and away from him and the situation she had possibly just created.

She hadn't stepped three steps into the living room when she was twirled around and was now face to face with the prince. He looked down at her with a hint of anger, like always, and curiosity.

“Why did you do that?” Said Vegeta. His voice a hoarse whisper. His hand was holding both of her upper arms, but his grip was loose.

She blinked up at him. “Do what?”

“Kiss me… like that. Why did you do that?” His black orbs angrily piercing her blue gems as he asked.

Was he angry because of the way she thanked him? A simple gesture to show her gratitude? She looked to him, not really sure what to say. He pulled her closer to him, his large masculine form just inches away from her small body.

“I was just saying thanks.” Bulma said in a hushed whisper. She could barely get the words out. His presence seemed to suck all the air out of the room. She wasn't sure why, but the way he was looking at her seemed to strike fear into her, but also aroused her at the same time. She took in a shuddered breath to calm her nerves.

`He's just a guy.” She reminded herself.

He lowered his head down so he was just a hairs breath away from hers, slightly tilting her head to the side so his nose and lips brushed her neck. She shuddered again when she felt his hot breath on her skin as his lips barely brushed on her neck and ear.

“Hn.”

She didn't dare move. She wasn't sure what he was going to do. Was he going to rip her throat out with his teeth? Or was he going to throw her on the couch and have his way with her? If it were up to her she would take the ladder. At that thought her lower belly and inner thighs started to heat up and tingle.

As if reading her thoughts, she felt him smirk as he started running his calloused hands up her arms and down her back. Her back arched, making her chest press up against his as one of his hands traced the scar, shoulder to hip and then hip to shoulder.

His tail unraveled from his waist and playfully flicked to and fro behind him, giving away his slightly playful mood.

“What are you going to do when I leave after this mission is complete? Who will save you then?” His thick gravely voice purred in her ear.

“I will get along just fine without you.” She huffed. “I don't need someone saving me all the time, like you say I do.”

He let out a light chuckle, tracing her scar again. “Hn, is that so?”

“Y-Yes.” She stammered.

He finally lifted his head and pulled her face slowly up to his and stopped just as their lips touched and looked into her eyes. They held their stare for a few moments until he pulled his lips onto hers, kissing her the same way he had on the beach. Her knees went wobbly and if it weren't for him having a hold on her back, she would have melted onto the carpet.

He broke it off before she knew it, reclaiming her eyes with his. “Don't do it again.” His face went back to it's regular bored/angered mask. He turned on his heal and went back to the kitchen to eat the rest of his dinner.

Bulma dazily found her way to the couch and sat.

`Did that really just happen again?'

If he kept this up, she really didn't know what she would do… And he called her a tease!! She sat there for a few seconds, and decided that a little TV would help her get her mind off of what just had happened. She settled on a scary movie that had just started. Nothing like a little blood and gore to get your mind off of things.

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It had taken all of his discipline and will power not to shove her on the couch and fuck her right then and there. Especially since he could practically taste the want and arousal dripping off of her. He stuffed another forkful of meat into his mouth.

`Stupid!' he growled at himself. He would not give in.

He ate his food slower than normal, letting both he and the woman calm down. When he was finished he headed to the stairs, going through the living room. He stopped as he caught site of what the woman had on the television. It was a man in a mask, chasing some weak female with a chain saw. It was so ridiculously stupid, that he just couldn't stop watching.

He slowly inched his way to the couch and sat on the opposite end of where the woman was sitting. She was totally engrossed in the movie, her legs pulled up to her chest and her hands over her face, her eyes peeking through her fingers. She had noticed him there a few minutes ago, but decided to ignore him.

“What is this nonsense? Clearly the female is a dumbass, why would anyone run up the stairs to get away and not go to the damned front door.”

Bulma laughed. “Clearly you haven't watched any horror movies have you?”

Vegeta shook his head, but continued to watch. A time later, when another pretty victim was in the woods running away from the psycho path, he clucked his tongue, shaking his head.

“No wonder you suck at survival skills, you watch this shit!!”

Bulma turned to him. “If it bugs you so much, then go up stairs or something!!”

Vegeta grumbled, but stayed. It was like a train wreck, he just couldn't stop watching. Plus, the scenes when the killer hacked and sliced his victims gave him a good chuckle.

When the movie was over, he got up and stretched looking over to the woman. She had fallen asleep and was curled up on her side of the couch.

“Pfft.” He shook his head at her and started walking to the stairs to go to his room. He looked back at her again, and for reasons unknown, he turned around again and grabbed the throw blanket that was on the arm rest of the couch and covered the woman up.

It wasn't until after he was in bed, did he realize what he had done.

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The next day, Bulma was woken by Raditz escorting a half naked woman to the door, telling her that he'd call her and kissed her. He then closed the door in her face as she was in the middle of giving him her contact information.

Bulma sat up on the couch, raising an amused eyebrow at him.

“What?” he asked guiltily.

Bulma shook her head giving him a smile. “You are a true lady's man, Raditz.”

He sauntered over to her and sat on the arm rest of the couch and smirked. “I know.” He said over confidently.

“I meant that facetiously.” She deadpanned.

He smiled at her and nodded his head. “I know.” He eyed her for a second, almost deciding if he wanted to ask the next question. “So, what did you and Vegeta do last night?”

She cocked her head at him. “What makes you think Vegeta and I were even together last night?”

“Just a guess.”

She furrowed her brows, rubbing her kinked neck. “We ate dinner and then watched a movie.”

Raditz's looked somewhat disappointed. She scoffed at him. “What? Do you honestly think that if Vegeta and I had sex, I would actually tell you?....why are you so curious?”

“Meh.” He shrugged again, giving her a smirk and then went upstairs to change into his training gear.

A while later, Bulma was outside with Chi Chi and little Gohan, lounging on the sand, enjoying the warm sun, while Nappa, Goku and Raditz were sparring just a few feet away. Vegeta was off training somewhere by himself down the beach, he had mumbled something to all of them about `distractions', `weak dumb asses' and `needing to be alone.'

Bulma couldn't help but think that his `alone' time was brought upon by last night. She decided not to dwell on it and to just enjoy her time with Chi Chi and work on her tan.

“Hey Bulma.” Goku called out. “Your scouter is going off.”

“UGH!” Bulma looked to Chi Chi. The only reason why her scouter would be going off is because Bardock or Piccolo needed her to do something.

“Duty calls, Commander.” Chi Chi said giving her a sympathetic smile.

Bulma, not wanting to get up from her comfortable spot she had made for her self on the sand, slowly got up and walked over to her back pack, that she had left on one of the chairs by the beach house. She dug around in her bag and found her beeping scouter and attached it onto her ear.

“Bardock.” She said expectantly.

“Bulma, I do apologize for bothering you on leave, but I have a small job for you to do.”

Bulma groaned. “What is it?”

Bardocks voice cracked through the scouter. “We've recently gathered intelligence that Frieza has a man on one of the islands of Utopia, that is selling vital information about the rebellion.'

“…Ok, what information and who is this guy?”

“The man is actually the owner of Utopia, Derlyn Perds. Apparently, he somehow got a hold of the plans to our base ship, and how to get passed our barriers and how to track us down. He's using this as a bargaining chip to keep Utopia a free planet.”

Bulma was shocked. She had designed the cloaking system for the base ship herself. This wasn't good, that meant somebody from the inside was leaking information to the enemy…

“We are currently trying to find the leak.” Said Bardock, as if he'd read her mind. “We cannot have this information sent to Frieza. What I need you to do, is bring one of your male counterparts to pose as your significant other and infiltrate Derlyn's party tonight. Find the information, most likely on his private computer, and replace it with false info. That way, it will be believable to Frieza and Utopia will remain a free planet.”

By now Bulma was pinching the bridge of her nose. She had to come up with a file that had falsified information that would make Frieza believe that he had the plans to her cloaking system to their base ship and how to locate the ever moving ship. It had to look believable, the rebellion needed Utopia to remain a free planet.

“What time is this get together Derlyn is having?”

“From what we've found out, it's not until later on this evening, like 7pm. It is formal, so you will have to get some clothes that will make you blend in. This get together is for the wealthy. You will need to buy your way in by making a donation to the planet.”

Easy, Bulma was still the heir to Capsule Corp. And even though the company was long gone, thanks to the Saiyan Empire, one of the last things her father did for her before he was taken off planet was transfer every single last penny he had to Bulma. She was the single richest person in the universe… besides Frieza and King Vegeta.

“Fine.”

“Thank you Commander. Remember, if you take a Saiyan, be sure to hide hair and tails. Good luck.” The signal was disconnected.

She took the scouter off… Who should she take with her? She looked to the three men sparring a short distance away.

Nappa? No, he was much too old to pose as her husband or love interest. He could pose as her father… but who brought their father to things like this?

Goku? Meh, he would do fine. He was her wing man, after all. But she knew what kind of crowd that would be at this shin-dig, and Goku was anything but refine and proper.

Raditz? Goddess, no. Raditz would get distracted from the mission the minute a pair of tits walked his way.

Yamcha? FUCK THAT.

…that left Vegeta. She hated to admit it, but Vegeta was perfect for the job. He was royalty, and he played the part perfectly. His pompous ass was perfect. She had a lot of experience with parties like this. When she was still on her home planet, her mother and father would drag her to them all the time. She was quite familiar with how the rich mingled and what they expected of their peers.

She bit her lip as she her eyes roamed down the beach in search for the surly Prince. He was down a ways by himself, doing push ups in the sand. She took a deep breath and started walking towards him, trying to think of a way to convince him to go with.

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He smelled her before she reached him. Her sweet and feminine smell filled his nostrils and he tensed.

`Great.'

“What do you want?” He barked at her, his back to her as he did a punch kick combo at the air.

“Are you always this much of an ass? Or are you on your man period?”

He twirled around, his left eye brow hiked as far as it can go and his mouth was open, somewhat shocked at what she had just said to him.

She smirked at him and pointed to his cuffs. “How are they doing?”

He glanced down at them and grunted an approval at her. She nodded her head and started tapping her foot.

“Look, I have a mission, and I need for you to go with me.”

Vegeta looked at her, crossing his arms, telling her to continue.

“The owner of the planet, Derlyn Perds, somehow got information pertaining to our base ship; How to get passed the cloaking system, how to located it… He is having a party on his private island, we need to get in and somehow get to his personal computer and replace the stolen information with falsified files.”

He looked thoughtful and then shook his head at her. “Sounds like you can handle this yourself woman.” He turned away from her and started punching the air. “I have training to do.”

She walked up to him, grasping his sweaty shoulder. The instant they touched, he jerked away and turned to her again, his face twisted in annoyance.

“No, I can't do this by myself. I may need backup.”

His eyes narrowed at her. “Then take one of the others. I'm not the only male here.”

“True, but none of the other males here know how to act the way these people do. You're a Prince. You've been taught how to schmooze and act proper. I'm sure if you were taught how to dance, you learned etiquette.”

His shoulders tensed a bit at the mention of his short lived days of royalty.

She continued. “I can't go by myself, not only because I may need back up, but I will be asking for trouble if I show up by myself. I don't need rich stuck up men hitting on me… I know the type, they won't let up until they get their way and I just can't afford any distractions.”

Vegeta's eyes darkened. The thought of a man slobbering all over her made him want to maim something.

He let out a frustrated growl. “Fine.”

She beamed up at him. “Thanks Vegeta!” She looked down at her watch. “You need to go get cleaned up, we have to go shopping for clothes. By the time we are done with that, it will be time for the party.” She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze and then turned towards the beach house and jogged away from him.

He shook his head. `What did I just sign myself up for?'

While Vegeta took a shower, she made arrangements for a hefty donation to be made under the name of Mister and Misses Ouji for the Utopia foundation, and got two invites for Derlyn Perd's party. They Both then briefed everybody on the mission. After giving strict instructions to come get them if they weren't back by the next afternoon, the two of them got into Bulma's hover jet, and headed to the island that had all the shopping for the planet.

The first shop they went to was a suit shop. To Vegeta's chagrin, she had a suit tailored just for him. He stood there with the deepest scowl on his face as the man measured him. Bulma had to hold in her laughs as the poor tailor measured the Prince's inseam and had to tell him to calm down as his hand started to glow and move towards the unsuspecting man.

While Vegeta's suite was being made, they went to a gown shop. After ten minutes of her looking, Vegeta was ready to blast the whole shop if she didn't just choose a god damned dress already.

She rolled her eyes and shoved a wad of cash at him and told him to go get something to eat across the street while she chose a dress.

“Things like this, can't be rushed, honey.” She sneered at him as he exited the shop. She got flipped off in return.

She finally decided on a dark blue gown that was made of some sort of silk material. It was backless. (She would remedy her back issue by wearing her long hair down, covering up the dreaded reminder.) It hugged her curves and had a slit that went to her upper thigh, showing her long and beautifully tanned legs. It showed just enough cleavage and was strapless.

After purchasing her dress, and a matching pair of heels she ventured outside. Vegeta was sitting across the street at an open air restaurant. He was currently enjoying a beer and a heaping pile of food in front of him. Looks like he'd be occupied for a while… she looked at the store next to the one she just exited, it was a jewelry store. An evil smirk crept upon her lips and happily sauntered in.

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He finished his third beer. He wasn't buzzed, but was more relaxed now that he had a bit of alcohol circulating through him. He looked up just as Bulma sat down across from him, with a bunch of bags in hand. She set them down and smiled at him.

“Hey, get enough to eat?” She looked at the five plates stacked on top of each other.

He grunted.

“Good.” She reached into a small bag and took out two small velvet jewelry boxes. “Here.” She slid one of the boxes to him. “Put this on.”

He swiped the box and opened it. It was a thick platinum ring. Realization washed over his face and held it out in front of him, as far away from his person as possible, acting as if it were a rotting smelly corpse.

“What is this??”

“It's you're wedding ring. Put it on.”

“I will do no such thing, madam.” He tossed the box on the table.

She picked it up and took the ring out of the box, grabbed his hand and slid the ring onto his ring finger.

He had to admit, she was fast.

“Vegeta, we are `married' just for tonight. You can take the damn thing off when we've completed our mission.” She said in a low voice, she meant business.

Vegeta snatched his hand away from her and glared at his finger with major disapproval.

She gave him a condescending smile and took her ring out and slid it onto her finger.

Vegeta peered at it. The ring was the same metal material that was made of his, but sleeker and smaller. It held a modest karat diamond on top of it that was hugged with small deep blue gems.

He shook his head at her.

“Trust me Veteta, when people see this ring, you will be getting compliments on it…. you have good taste.” She winked at him and marveled at her ring again. Her happy smile melted a little. “This will probably be the only time you and I will ever have wedding rings on in our life time.” She exhaled and looked down for a moment. She shook her head and grabbed another bag and handed it to Vegeta.

“This is your suit and shoes. I've booked us a room at a hotel just around the corner. I've made it so records show that we've been staying there for about a week or so, just in case they want to dig for information for us. We should head over, and get ready for the party.”

He nodded and stood up. “Lead the way, woman.”

She gathered up the rest of the bags and they both walked to the hotel just down the street.

She quickly got their room key and led Vegeta to the elevator. Needless to say, Vegeta was shocked when the elevator stopped at a penthouse suite.

“Really Woman, all this was necessary?” He entered, raising his hands above his head.

“Yes. Remember, Vegeta, we're a wealthy couple on vacation.” She tossed the bags on the humongous bed and looked at her watch. “We have a couple hours until we need to go. I need to finish the falsified files, why don't you get dressed, by the time you're done, I'll be finished and then I'll get dressed.” She pulled out her capsule that had her laptop and other odds and ends and went to work.

Vegeta grumpily snatched the bag that had his things and went to the bathroom. He gave the bathroom door a good slam.

“Animal.” Bulma said under her breath as she went to work on her laptop.

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Vegeta looked at his appearance in the mirror. This outfit was atrocious, all the way down to the damned shoes. Dressing up to him was being in his best armor, not some sort of suite and tie.

He gathered his thick black hair and put it into a ponytail at the base of his head. For the life of him, he couldn't figure the tie out. He growled as he tore it off of his neck and crumpled it in his fist.

He took one more look at himself… as atrocious as this get-up was to him, he had to admit, he looked damned good.

He shoved the door open, smiling as the commotion made the woman jump. She glared at him, but it quickly faded and started to blush. She slowly walked up to him, inspecting his attire.

Even though she thought he was very hansom when he wore his hair normally, every time he wore his hair tied back, he looked more rugged and sexy.

“Where's the tie?”

He tossed it to her. “The damned thing is pointless.” He growled at her.

She caught it with ease and smoothed out the wrinkles and walked up to him. “Here.” She popped his collar up and put the tie around his neck. She expertly tide it and put his color down. All the while, Vegeta stared at her.

“Eherm..” She glanced up at him, the closeness of their bodies was making her a bit nervous. Since the last few times they were close, it ended up with them kissing. “I, uh, used to help my dad with his ties. For some reason, my mom just couldn't do it right, and my dad was completely hopeless.” She smiled sadly the at memory, her eyes watered a bit at the mention of her father.

As she was retracting her hand from his tie, he grasped her hands, and with his other hand lifted her chin. “My father will pay for his greediness. Mark my words woman, he will die a slow and agonizing death. I will not stop until I hold his still beating heart in my fist.”

Although, somewhat crude and a little graphic, it was very sweet what he said to her. She sniffed and straightened up a bit, giving him another smile.

“Yeah, well. You better.”

The corner of his mouth went up and then went back to his ever familiar scowl. He let go of her and backed up from her. “Well, get dressed Woman. You're wasting time.”

Bulma snickered at him and grabbed her bags and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

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It was so very hard to concentrate. The beautiful woman next to him was to blame. The tantalizing dress that accentuated her curvy curves and showed of her god damned long toned legs. DAMN HER!!!

It was very hard to keep his stoic mask on when she stepped out of the bathroom. Everything about her was beautiful. Her long hair teasing him to run his fingers through, and her lush cherry lips were just begging him to crush his lips onto them.

They landed on the private island that held a large mansion and private beach. Bulma capsulated the hover jet and walked up to Vegeta. “Ok, My name is Alina and you name is Ferrel, our last name is Ouji. We've been married for three years and we've made our money by selling technology. Ok?” Vegeta nodded. She linked her arm onto his and they started walking to the entrance of the mansion, were people were lining up to get in.

Part 2, How will Vegeta and Bulma pull of this marriage thing? And say goodbye to Utopia, it's back to reality for everyone.