With Benefits
Epilogue

The ballroom was filled with voices discussing the event that just took place. Bulma continued to simply stand in the middle of the room and stare at the balcony Vegeta had just escaped from. It wasn’t long before an angry Yamcha showed up in front of her with a deep scowl on his face.

“What the hell was that?” he asked angry while simultaneously grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the exit. His face was red with rage and his eyes had never been set in such a deep scowl.

“Let go of me,” Bulma stated quietly without trying to free herself from his grasp.

He chose not to listen and continued pulling her out into the parking lot. By this time of the night, there were no longer and high school instructors or staff monitoring the area. “What the hell was that?” Yamcha repeated with more anger in his voice than the previous time. His grip on Bulma’s arm tightened slightly.

“Let go of me,” she repeated, this time trying to wriggle her arm free.

“You should listen to her,” a voice from behind Bulma said. Both she and Yamcha turned to see Goku, arms crossed, glaring at Yamcha with a very serious look. “I’d advise that you let her go immediately and leave her alone for a while.” His voice was stern and it was as if he’d lost all that childish naiveté

Yamcha snarled but obeyed. He removed his hand from Bulma’s arm and walked up to Goku. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” he said in Goku’s face, “otherwise I’d stick around and kill you.” Yamcha’s tone changed to that of an eccentric child. “I’m sure you’ve been in on this! I’m sure you knew all along!” and with that, he stormed off to attend a post-prom party to get drunk with all his other friends.

While Bulma was rubbing the sore spot on her arm, both Goku and ChiChi approached her. “Are you alright?” the asked in unison.

“I’m fine,” she responded, “but I hope I never see Yamcha again.”

To that statement, Goku’s mouth became a very wide grin. “I bet you’d rather be seeing Vegeta, huh?”

Bulma’s cheeks turned a bright crimson, and a small grin peeked across her face. “I really need to talk to him,” she stated meekly.

“Well,” Goku started, “he did take off with our rental car, so if we don’t find him tonight, I’m sure we’ll see him Monday morning. But I’m also sure you’d like to talk to him as soon as possible.” Bulma nodded.

Chichi spoke up at this point. “Goku’s friend Krillin offered us a ride if we needed it. I’m sure he’d be willing to drive us around until we found Vegeta.”

“Krillin did say he would help us out if we needed it,” Goku agreed. “Speaking of which…”

A shorter bald man began walking down the parking lot in the group’s direction. His jacket was slung over his shoulder and his face bore a look of dejection. “I just didn’t bring my A-game tonight, man,” he said to Goku with a shrug. That’s when he noticed the group simply standing around in the parking lot. “So I guess you guys do need my help then, eh?” He smirked. “For once, it’s Krillin to the rescue!”

Everyone followed the short man to his car and Bulma chose to sit in the front seat. Before he started the car, Krillin tried to get a feel for his destination. “So do you guys have any idea where we might find Vegeta? Or am I really just going to drive around the entire city until you all get tired of looking?”

“I have a small idea,” Bulma said quietly. She proceeded to tell Krillin about the park and how Vegeta always liked to be contemplative in areas like that. Krillin decided that such a start was better than nothing and headed to the only park he knew how to get to.

The drive was less-than-great for Bulma. “So you and Vegeta, eh? That’s a match I never saw coming. What do you see in the guy? It definitely can’t be that magnetic personality of his.” Krillin wasn’t expecting a response, and continued on with his jeering. “I mean, the only magnetic personality he’s got must be the same charge as ours. All he does is repel. But man! Having the nerve to kiss you like that on the dance floor! That takes some skill! And with Yamcha watching too! I wish I were that smooth…”

“Yeah, Bulma,” Goku started, “when did you and Vegeta start this? Certainly this wasn’t the first time he’s kissed you.” ChiChi slapped him on the arm. “That’s not really all that nice to ask, dear,” she firmly stated.

Bulma sighed. “No, ChiChi, it’s okay. Vegeta and I have been at this game since about October. We hid it from you guys because I was afraid of Yamcha and Vegeta was afraid for his reputation. But now that school is almost over, I guess he kind of… let go.” Bulma kept her eyes on the road, not wanting to discuss the matter further. Everyone else in the car got the hint.

“Well here we are,” Krillin said after reaching the group’s destination. Bulma got out of the car first, seeing a small figure leaning against the railing over a bridge. She moved toward the bridge while the rest of the group stayed behind. Every step she took was cautious, but the figure on the bridge never moved.

It was somewhat chilly for a late April night and Bulma crossed her bare arms to warm them. The closer she got to the bridge, the more easily she could see the flame-haired Vegeta, leaning over the railing staring into the water. Every move she made was a cautious one, hoping not to alarm him, but also hoping to make her presence known. Vegeta on the other hand already knew she was there, and his jaw clinched as she edged closer. He didn’t dare look at her to avoid eye contact and just simply stared down into the dark nothingness of the water.

“Vegeta…” Bulma began. Her voice simply trailed off with his name. At the sound, Vegeta sighed. She had found him. She had probably already known where to look. She was going to want to talk. He only wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. The embarrassment of the scene he had made, the feeling of need which he had for her, the sound of nothingness as he kissed her that one last time: all of it made him want to disappear. All of it made him feel weak. All of it he never wanted to happen again. All of it he wanted to forget.

“Vegeta, I wanted to apologize.”

The statement caused the flame-haired teen to look up from the water. He stared in awe at the woman he adored. Her piercing blue eyes stared straight into his onyx ones. She held herself tall and proud; her arms dropped to her sides and her hands balled up into fists. Her mouth was neither set in a frown nor a smile. Indeed, she wanted to talk. She wanted to talk like she never had wanted to before.

But Bulma was not the kind of woman who could hold up this act for long and they both knew it. Bulma’s face fell into sadness; her eyes began to water and her bottom lip quivered. Just as she began to fall to her knees, Vegeta rushed to her. She collapsed instead against his chest and continued to cry. Her words were a mixture of sobs and “I’m sorry” over and over again. Six months ago, Vegeta never would have been able to handle this. He would have left the woman on the ground to cry and cry while he simply walked away shaking his head. “Stupid woman,” he would have said then and continued to walk off.

“Stupid woman,” he did say, but in a much softer voice. He stroked her soft blue hair and buried his nose in it. He inhaled her scent with a smile. “Foolish, silly woman,” he continued. While she cried, he held her, relishing the situation.

Soon, however, the crying stopped and Bulma looked up at Vegeta in admiration. Her eyes were red around the edges from crying. “I want to—“ she started.

“I know how much you want to talk, woman,” he interrupted. “But this is not the place we should do such a thing.” He glanced over to their friends watching from a distance. “Let’s get you home and we can talk about this tomorrow.”

Bulma nodded in agreement and stood up straight again. She took Vegeta’s hand in hers and to her surprise, he didn’t jerk his hand away. The pair began walking towards the car and the group of friends that had stayed back to watch. “Vegeta?” Bulma began just before they were in earshot of the group. “Could I stay with you tonight?”

Vegeta gave her a quizzical look, but nodded. “I don’t see any harm in it, and it will give us a chance to talk.”

The pair were finally with the rest of the group who didn’t say anything out of fear that Vegeta would hurt them. They all simply piled into the car and Bulma told them where to go and how to get there. Vegeta sat in the back seat next to Bulma, who rested her head on his shoulder. He simply stared at the window and watched the semi-sleeping town rush by.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Are you really sure it’s okay for me to be here on a Saturday night while you’re parents aren’t home?” she asked me from the bathroom. While she was in another room, I quickly changed into some pajamas so as not to ruin the tuxedo.

“Believe me. I pretty much keep this place to myself. And even if my parents did come home and find you, they know how old I am. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind anyway.” I reassured her. As I finished the statement I saw Bulma walk out of my bathroom clad in some of my old clothes. Her hair was fully down now and all her makeup was washed off. She was still stunning.

I watched her softly make her way to my bed and she sat next to me, far enough away to still rest her head on my shoulder, but close enough to where I could simply inhale and smell her scent. The electricity was almost unbearable between us, but I kept myself calm. After all, she wanted to talk.

“What’s going to happen to us next year?” she started. “I mean… are we still going to be together considering we’re going away to college and everything?”

I couldn’t answer her. I didn’t know how to answer her. I shifted and stood up from the bed to walk to my balcony. I heard her follow and felt the soft touch of her skin as she grasped my arm. The night air was still cool and the moonlight was enough light for me to see Bulma’s features twist as I refused to answer her questions.

“We won’t really see much of each other next year I guess…” she trailed off and sighed. Her eyes were still a little red around the edges from earlier when she had been crying. As I looked into her eyes I felt a strong sense of déjà vu. And then I recalled the short dream I had before prom. And that’s when I knew how to reassure her.

“No,” I began. “We will see as much of each other as we can.” I lifted her face by her chin and smiled at her. “I will see to it that I can see as much of you as I please, no matter what.” This forced a smile from her lips as well. “Bulma Briefs, I cannot bear to be away from you for more than a second. You drive me insane in every way possible. Nothing bad will happen to you, to us, because I won’t let it. I love you.” And with that, I crushed my lips to hers.

Her mouth was sweet and the only thing I ever wanted to feast off of again. I pressed my right hand to her back and felt her hands cup my face. One of her hands gently began caressing my neck and ears and I fought myself from taking this situation too far.

I broke our kiss almost too roughly, but Bulma held my head so that I could only look into her eyes. “Don’t fight it, Vegeta,” she said playfully. “I love you, too, and I want this more than anything else in the world.” With that, she pulled me in for another unending kiss.

I quickly took control however and began to move us onto the bed. As we kissed and playfully bit each other’s necks, Bulma’s hips began to grind against mine. Her hands moved from my face and began taking off my clothes. I followed suit and began removing her shirt, trying not to break our kiss. Once I had accomplished the act, I moved my mouth from hers and slowly began kissing her neck and shoulders. I continued to move, planting kisses on her collarbone and chest, while slowly removing her pants and underwear. We were both completely naked by the time I had made it to her breasts. And I paused shortly to admire her beauty. She was gorgeous lying beneath me and it only drove me to continue.

Her back arched as I put my mouth to her breasts. With my tongue I gently played with one nipple while my hand gave attention to the other. The foreplay however was finished for her and with strength I didn’t know she had, she rolled on top of me and pinned me to the bed with her hands. She straddled my hips with her own and I could feel the warmth of her womanhood on my throbbing erection. With one of her hands, she grabbed my manhood and held it upright. And then she slid herself on to me and I moaned in pleasure. She was so warm and soft, so wet and tight. I could barely maintain the urge to roll us over again as she slowly moved up and down on top of me. My breathing became ragged and I my eyes rolled to the back of my head. This was heaven.

She quickened with a skill I didn’t realize she had and it kept all I could to keep from coming. I opened my eyes for a second to see her beauty bouncing on top of me. Her breasts seemed to wave at me from just out of the reach of my mouth. Her face was beautiful as she too made faces of pleasure. But I could tell she was tiring and not reaching orgasm, so I once again took control.

I rolled on top of her and began to thrust deep inside her and with every hard thrust, her mouth made soft moans. As I quickened my pace she also thrust upward keeping up with me and making this the most enjoyable thing I had ever felt. I moved faster and faster to the point where she could only lie there and enjoy the ride. She moaned louder and louder until I could barely hold back and moved as fast as I could. I let out a loud moan and held myself inside her while simultaneously she thrust up one last time in orgasm. As I spilled my seed inside of her I collapsed on top of her.

Her eyes were shut and I turned us to both lie on our sides. My breathing and hers began to get back to normal and I noticed a smile creep up on her face. When her eyes opened she stared at me drunkenly. I smiled back.

“I love you so much, Vegeta,” she said, burying her head into my chest. Within a few minutes, I could feel her breathing get softer and heavier; she had fallen asleep.

“I love you, too, Bulma Briefs. I promise I will never leave your side.” I whispered into her hair. With that, I closed my eyes and soon drifted to sleep myself.

No matter what, Bulma would always be mine.

Author's Note: There you have it folks! That's the end of a story I started more than a year ago -.-;;;;;;; As far as something else out by me, I haven't really decided yet. I'm not really bursting with ideas as of now, so it's either going to be my fall-back story The Tragedy of Trunks which is a version of Hamlet set to DBZ or I just won't be writing much for a while. =[ If you have any ideas that you would like to see me tackle, feel free to send me an email or find some way of contacting me!