Seduction and Jealousy
It had been a week since the incident in the nursery. Things were going just as Vegeta had planned. He was living in the GR and only coming in the house for food. Bulma acted as if she didn't care about Vegeta anymore. They avoided each other. Bulma's parents noticed the change and were starting to get concerned but every time they asked Bulma what was going on she just shrugged and said that it wasn't working out.
One night Bulma's parents went out and Bulma was in the kitchen with a short black, strapless, knee high dress on when Vegeta came in the back door. Bulma was at the sink and had her back to him. Vegeta took this opportunity to stare at her figure appreciatively. He shook his head as memories started resurfacing. They were no longer together he had to remember that. Unfortunately the bond was still not broken for some strange reason and he couldn't figure it out. It had plagued him this past week to no end.
Vegeta went to the refrigerator and pulled out some things for a sandwich. He brought everything to the table and sat down. He made his sandwich and started eating. Bulma turned around and watched him eat. Vegeta noticed her staring at him and turned to look at her. He had a bit of mustard on this side of his face. Bulma saw this and took her opportunity. She smiled walked toward him as seductively as she could. Vegeta leaned back in his chair and looked up at her as she stood over him. His eyes were questioning.
Suddenly Bulma leaned down next to his face and licked the mustard from his face. Vegeta's eyes widened. He was a little startled.
Bulma stood up straight and smiled at him. Then the doorbell rang. Bulma's smile got even wider. "Well that would be my date. I'll se you around," she said to him waving. She walked to the door not looking back at him.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he stood up fast making the chair scrape across the floor loudly. He made his way to the door and stood just inside the foyer door watching Bulma open it. The man standing in the doorway was tanned and had blonde hair that came a little below his ears. Vegeta growled low in his throat as he watched the man reach out and grab his woman's hand and kissed it gently. The man smiled at her and Vegeta heard Bulma giggle and she clasped her hands in front of her.
"Are you ready," the man asked her.
"Yeah, just let me get my coat. Come on in. You can take a seat in the living room while I run upstairs," she told him backing into the house. The man came in and followed her to the living room. Vegeta stood in the doorway to the living room, his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. Bulma glanced at him and smiled before turning back to the man.
"I'll just be a minute. Make yourself comfortable." She ran upstairs.
The man took a seat on the sofa but stood up when he saw Vegeta. He walked over to him and held out his hand. "Hi I'm Max, I knew Bulma from high school. I was an exchange student from America."
Vegeta just stared at the man with a blank look on his face. The man smiled nervously and then stuck his hands in his pockets. "So, you're Bulma's houseguest?" he asked. Vegeta still didn't answer. He just stared at the man.
After a while Vegeta spoke. "If you even touch her I'll kill you," he said quietly.
The man looked up startled. He hadn't expected this. "Uh, sure. We are just going to have dinner. That's all. We're just friends. Right now anyway," he said scratching the back of his head.
"If I find out you touched her I will hunt you down," Vegeta spoke again, ignoring what Max had said.
"Hey man, are you and Bulma like going out or something. Because last time I checked with her there was no man in her life," Max asked him holding his hands up defensively.
"No," Vegeta said, "she just had my kid." Vegeta turned away from Max ignoring the shocked look on his face. There was a pain in his heart. 'Probably from the bond,' Vegeta thought to himself. The fact that Bulma had moved on in a week and had not even mentioned him at all caused the bond to tighten painfully and his heart wrenched. Nothing better happen or there would be hell to pay.
He heard Bulma come down the stairs. Maybe that Max guy would get spooked about Bulma having a kid and just leave. Vegeta sat down at the table and listened to them.
"Okay are you ready Max?" he heard Bulma ask.
"Yeah sure babe," Max said. Vegeta growled when he heard the "babe" part.
Then Bulma called out to him. "Night 'Geta! Don't wait up okay?" she giggled and walked out of the door followed by Max who laughed. The door slammed shut and Vegeta sat still for a few seconds and then stood up abruptly, knocking the chair over. He pushed down on the table with the palms of his hands and thought.
Vegeta made his way out the back door to the other side of the complex. He found Dr. Briefs and his wife sitting in their living area watching television. He stood in the doorway after he had barged in. They looked at him open mouthed.
Mrs. Briefs spoke first. "Hello dear! What can we do for our lovely son-in-law?" she asked him.
"Can you watch Jackie for a while?" he asked her somewhat reluctantly.
Mrs. Briefs nodded, "Sure sweetheart I'll be over right away, let me just get my magazines and my curlers."
Vegeta nodded and made his way back out the door and too the other side. Once inside he went up to the nursery and checked on his daughter. The girl was sleeping soundly. Vegeta went back to the GR, passing Mrs. Briefs who was on her way in. He nodded at her and continued out. He went into the GR and up the stairs at the back towards his new room. He searched through the pile of clothes on the floor and found a black wife beater. He put it on hurriedly then ran down the stairs and out the door.
Vegeta searched for the woman's ki. When he finally found it he took off into the air and headed towards town. Vegeta ended up at another fancy restaurant like the one he had found Bulma in with Yamcha and his baseball friends. He sneered when he saw them sitting in the window. They were sitting across from each other at a table and they were leaning over the table with their heads close to touching. The food hadn't been brought yet and they were deep in discussion. Vegeta could only guess what.
Vegeta was still watching when the food was brought out. The two hadn't made any physical contact yet and Vegeta was getting a little relaxed. She wouldn't do anything with him. She had his child for Kami's sake. He continued to watch as they ate, laughing and talking joyously. The table cloth didn't reach to the floor and Vegeta saw Max rub his foot against her leg. He growled when he saw Bulma do it back while laughing.
Nothing else of importance happened for the rest of the meal and Vegeta began to grow impatient. Why were they taking so long.? Why couldn't they just get it over with and Bulma could come home. Then he would be able to keep an eye on her. Vegeta decided that there was no way he was letting her out with any other man after this. He would make sure she was always busy.
A wave of jealousy washed over him and he saw the two come out of the restaurant holding hands and they started walking down the street. Vegeta followed behind on foot being careful not to let them sense that he was there. The bond was telling him that he should do something. It was telling him to take back his woman. He should grab her by the hair, fly off with her, and make love to her all night. He shook the feeling off. He had to find some way to break this bond or it would mean torture for the both of them.
Bulma didn't feel right holding Max's hand. She closed her eyes and pretended that it was Vegeta's hand she was holding but she told her self to dream on. Vegeta would never hold her hand let alone go out with her and walk home. She knew that it was romantic with Max. He did things that Vegeta would never do. But he wasn't Vegeta. Now that their bond was broken Bulma knew that Vegeta had the chance to move on and leave her be. She couldn't stand the idea of losing him. She had to figure out a way.
Maybe if she could make him jealous he would take charge and ask for her back, or at least tell her that they needed to be together. Then she had an idea. They reached the house and the two stood in front of Bulma's door. Max looked around at nothing waiting for her to say something. When she didn't he started to speak. "Well that was nice. I guess I better get going," he said. Then brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. He began to walk away but Bulma's voice stopped him.
"Wait!" Bulma called after him. Max looked back questioningly. "Do you want to come in for a while?" she asked him sheepishly looking down at her feet nervously like it was her first date.
Max's face brightened. "Sure," he said. Bulma turned and Max whispered, "Yes," to himself. He knew he was going to get some tonight. He followed her into the house. As Bulma turned all the lights on they took their coats off. Bulma motioned Max to join her in the kitchen.
"Would you like some coffee?" Bulma asked him.
"Yeah, sure," he said taking a seat at the table. "Hey is that guy from earlier still here?" Max asked apprehensively. He didn't want to be caught with Bulma when he was around. He was scared the man would beat him.
Bulma was confused for a minute, her thoughts were else where (on Vegeta) and she only heard half the question. "Guy? Oh Vegeta! Yeah he is around her somewhere. Don't mind him. He's all talk," she lied. Bulma put the coffee up and waited for it to be finished. She took a seat next to him at the table.
"Really? Well that's good to know. He looks kind of scary," Max said.
"Yeah, his bark is worse than his bit though," she lied again.
"So how is your work going here in Japan now that you moved back," Bulma asked him.
"Well work is going pretty good but I kind of miss America a little, I mean my parents are there and everything," He said leaning back in his chair.
"Yeah, well unfortunately my parents are right across the compound," she laughed.
Max laughed too then reached out and grabbed her hand. "You are really beautiful you know that?" he said seriously.
"Really you think so?" Bulma said staring at his hand.
Max took his other hand and tilted her face up. "Yeah," he said and then kissed her on the lips.
Bulma was slow to respond but when she did she responded with equal fervor. They pulled away when they heard an 'ahem' behind them at the door.
Vegeta was standing in the doorway with his shirt off again and his arms folded. His eyes were burning holes in Max's head. 'If looks could kill,' Bulma thought to herself. 'Max would be dead.'
Bulma composed herself. "Vegeta, we were about to go upstairs. So you can have the kitchen all to yourself," she said to him smugly taking Max's hand and standing up. Max was reluctant but Bulma pulled him up.
At that moment Mrs. Briefs came down from the nursery. "Oh hello dears you're all back home, isn't that nice," she said.
"Yeah mom, you can leave now," Bulma said looking from her mother and then back to Vegeta. She smiled.
"Alright dear," Mrs. Briefs said. She made her way out the door and back to her side of the complex.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "If you need anything I'll be upstairs," she told him. "Come on Max. I got something you're going to like," Bulma said as she pulled him towards the stairs.
Max got really reluctant now as he remembered what Vegeta had said to him earlier in the evening. He looked bewildered at Vegeta searching for some sign that he wasn't totally pissed.
Needless to say Vegeta was totally pissed and looked like he was about to strangle the man with his gloved hands.
Bulma giggled and pulled Max up the stairs and to her room. Once there she closed the door but didn't lock it. "Aren't you going to lock the door?" Max asked shakily.
"No. We don't have anything to worry about," Bulma said making her way to the bed. She sat on the bed and scooted so her back was against the head board. She took her finger and made a come hither motion with it. Max looked around for a minute before slowly walking to the bed. He stood beside the bed and waited.
Bulma sighed and grabbed his hand pulling him onto the bed. He nearly fell into her lap. Then he loosened up a bit and crawled so he was on top of her. Bulma sunk down until they she was under him. Max reached his hand under her shirt, lifted up her bra and squeezed her left breast. Bulma made a loud and dramatic moan. She knew that Vegeta was standing at the door listening and she wanted to put on the biggest show possible. But for some reason deep down it hurt her to be betraying Vegeta with this man. Somewhere inside her something told her this was wrong. She pushed the thoughts away again. This was the only way to get Vegeta back. He needed to get jealous. When he got jealous he got possessive and when he got possessive he had to hold on to her.
Max took this as a cue to go on so he lifted up her shirt and her bra and touch both of her breasts. The nipples stood up straight and pert. Bulma reached behind her and unhooked her bra then in one motion she took off her shirt and her bra and threw them aside. Matt smiled a little and lowered his mouth to one of her breasts. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and then devoured it with his mouth. He sucked a little while kneading the other breast with his hand. Bulma moaned and writhed under him in fake pleasure.
"I need you now Max," she said while unbuttoning his pants. Max started to unbutton hers too. Bulma stopped and helped him. Max slid on to his side and Bulma pulled her pants off. Max did the same then he took his shirt off. The only thing left were his boxers which came off shortly after. Matt was on top of her again this time spreading her legs open with on knee. Bulma gladly opened them letting him rest between her legs. Max poised his head at her opening. He looked at her to make sure he could continue. Bulma nodded and Max went into her slowly. He lowered his cock into her slowly and then sat still so she could get acclimated. Then he began slowly thrusts. Bulma's hips rose to meet his on every thrust.
Outside the door of what used to be Bulma's and his room he heard Bulma making loud moaning noises. He could hear Max thrusting into her with little grunts escaping his lips. Vegeta felt sick as Bulma began to scream Max's name. Jealousy over came him as Bulma's screaming reached an all time high and Vegeta could tell that they were done.
Max collapsed on top of Bulma and lay there panting. Bulma couldn't breathe and her throat was sore from all the screaming. She smiled to herself. He seemed satisfied. Men couldn't tell the difference between a fake orgasm and a real one.
Max rolled off of her and lay on his back next to her. His breathing slowed and so did Bulma's. When she was finally breathing normally again Bulma sat up and started looking for her clothes. Max looked at her weirdly. "What?" she asked him still trying to find her clothes.
"That's it we're done?" Max asked sitting up in the bed.
Bulma looked at him like he was an idiot. "Uh Yeah?" she said. What did he expect for them to make passionate love? She got what she needed done so there was nothing left to do.
"Un-freaking-believable," Max said getting up and looking for his clothes too.
"What?" Bulma asked him.
"I can't believe you would use me like this, your own friend."
"What are you talking about Max?" Bulma asked putting on her underwear.
"You used me to make that Vegeta guy jealous, admit it," he said putting his boxers back on followed by his pants. "I can't believe you. I thought we were cool," he said buttoning his pants.
"We are," Bulma said putting on a big T-shirt. "We had sex as friends that's all."
"You know Bulma you're a real bitch. When people used to say all sorts of nasty things about you I stood up for you and you know what? All those things that people said about you are true." Max got his shirt on and put on his shoes that he had kicked off at by the door. Then he without a backwards glance he walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"I'll call you okay!" Bulma called down the stairs.
"Don't even bother!" Max yelled back and went out the front door.
"Men trouble?" Vegeta asked from behind her making Bulma jump.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Bulma said haughtily.
"No actually I wouldn't," Vegeta said laughing.
Bulma began walking towards him seductively and Vegeta sobered up.
Bulma walked until she was right in front of him. Her face was inches from his and he could feel his breath on her face. "Well maybe you could help me," she said to him pushing her body against his.
"And how would I go about doing that?" Vegeta asked.
"By doing this."