The last vow

Chapter 3 - Bulma

Here's a short chapter for the end of the week! I hope this sets the table well for future chapters as well.

I promise, the first interaction between our two lovers is coming very soon ;)

Thanks for the reviews! xx

Chapter 3 - Bulma

Black hair standing like a rebellious, indomitable flame. A thin and pointy nose, slightly wrinkled by a scowl. High cheekbones that towered over a strong jawline with defined contours. A wide neck, where multiple tendons forced under a coppery, smooth skin. And muscles. Beneath the armor and skin-tight suit that left little to the imagination, there was lots and lots of muscles.

Bulma unconsciously bit her lower lip.

Oh...

Kami.

He was hot.

He was not that type of man whose appearance could be described as handsome. There was no convention in his traits. No carefully groomed hair, no precisely trimmed beard, and above all, no devastating smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial. With him, it was rather his unusual features that caught the eye, giving the whole thing something particularly captivating to watch. That, as well as that fearsome feeling of menace that seemed to stick to his skin. Anyone looking at him could easily see this small blinking sign with the word "DANGER" written in big red letters.

Unfortunately for her, Bulma suffered from what Chi-Chi called a "bad boy syndrome." And she was completely blinded by it.

His dark eyes fixed on her, she scrutinized his face with attention. For a very long time. Just to make this unique moment last. This moment, shared with a beautiful stranger who was watching her with intensity. She was sure of it, his gaze on her could have set any woman on fire right now. Except that it was her, and her alone, who found herself under the blazing fire of his spotlight.

Bulma had often exchanged glances with men who lusted after her. But never, oh never! the magnetism that had been created when they had become aware of the presence of the other had been so powerful. A fire burned in her chest, where she felt her heart racing. Every muscle fiber in her body seemed to be consumed, the oxygen her suspended breath wouldn't allow to replenish suddenly being consumed. Every neuron in her brain was now devoted to this man watching her. The sound of music pounding, the lights of cars speeding down the street, the bustle of revelers waiting to go dancing and get drunk. No other stimulus existed now, except for this connection, this invisible thread that had suddenly woven itself and electrified the air between them.

And God! The connection was. Really. Strong.

Bulma knew it. The attraction had been instantaneous, unexpected. And above all, it was reciprocal.

She gave the stranger a small smile. And completely impassive, his eyes still locked on hers, he didn't answer her.

Then, a force outside the magnetism that had just been created tugged on her arm. A few cells of her nervous system became aware of this new stimulus, and Bulma absentmindedly reminded herself that there was more to this world than this handsome, somber guy who had just stripped her of her sanity.

Chi-Chi. The night they were supposed to spend together. Her friends who were waiting for her inside the nightclub to go dancing.

"Oh hey! Earth to Bulma! What's happening? Are you back to reality?"

Chi-Chi redoubled her efforts to drag her friend to the club's private front door, and Bulma was forced to follow her. Eye contact broke and she staggered towards the security guards, disoriented at having been so forced to put an end to the unexpected encounter.