"So what is your favorite part of an orgasm?"

The two girls laughed loudly at the blonde as she gulped down her Shiraz and held up her finger signaling to the waiter for a refill.

"I guess I love, oh I cannot believe I am saying this…" the raven haired girl trailed off sipping daintily from her tea as the other two women sighed rolling their eyes, but with a sudden burst of energy she shouted. "My legs quiver."

The blonde pursed her lips and spoke in monotone, "Is that all?"

Chichi flushed and smiled coyly, "Well, when my legs quiver he just goes so deep inside me until I think it is over and then he hits the spot and it's like warm water washes over my feet to my thighs and then my legs go limp," she grinned devilishly, "until he starts again."

"It must be difficult for you to get it standing up," before Vibra poured her new glass of wine down her throat.

Bulma watched them shyly, not going unnoticed by her two friends. Vibra waited before she called the waiter, "My favorite part is when my nipples suddenly turn into rocks. I just love that tight feeling on my chest."

Both spied Bulma tossing her drink inside her martini glass, "I guess I like the uh, the whole thing." Knocking back her vodka she laughed nervously.

Chichi narrowed her eyes, "Of course we love the whole thing."

Vibra was right behind her, "how could all of it possibly be your favorite? Especially considering the huge mess?"

Bulma's brow furrowed, she cocked her head to the side pouting her lips, "It shouldn't— it's not supposed to—that is silly, no way." Her eyes darted between the women, "Not for everyone I think…"

Vibra frowned, "So never with Yamacha or just plain never?"

Bulma scoffed ordering a shot of 151, "Huh! Well, I just, you know. It's hard for him cause… I told you about his dick." She let out a heaving sigh and tipped her head back swallowing the burning liquid but at this point it didn't faze her.

"I take it that that actually translates into never."

Bulma pursed her lips glaring at Vibra, "You know it isn't easy when all you really want to do is please your man." Blue eyes met slate and she pouted feeling the effects of the liquor in her trembling thoughts, "I would rather give Yamacha head anyway. I don't actually like him going around there."

Huffing, Vibra took another gulp of her glass indulging in the fragrance and asserting coldly, "Are you frigid or is it just boring after so many years?"

Bulma took offense as Chichi chimed, "I have heard that frigidity is because of unresolved anger with your father. I think I would die if Goku wasn't so wonderful at plucking my strings."

"Wow, I am going to pretend that what just came out of your mouth was drunken ranting."

Vibra peered at Bulma, "Do not be upset because you can't get off."

"It isn't that I can't, I just haven't really tried and like I said everyone who has ever gone near my 'noche has been… ineffective." Holding off on another drink until her dizzied mind subsided she leaned back further into the plush leather of the booth.

The women had taken a night out and Vibra had a liking for high class bars prone to her supermodel peers and rich gentleman clientele. Bulma was treating them for the simple fact Chichi had to get away from her two Saiyan children and Vibra had offered some new insight into her life experiences as of late. It seemed that with her coming of age, in other words turning twenty one, Vibra had become quite an epicure, spoiling herself in such vices of food and drink. Bulma assumed it was her natural impulse taking over; her Id needed some momentary satisfaction before her Superego dictated her usual regime. Bulma hated to think about the impending doom, she would be ready especially for such innocent and ignorant bystanders as Vibra.

"You know what a good trick would be?" Both women looked to Chichi, "Get into missionary and have him go back and forth really close to you, that'll get your spot every time."

"That sounds so boring," Bulma contended.

Vibra interceded, "Why not just dump him and get a stronger man."

The two women laughed loudly, "What does strength have to do with cumming?"

Vibra shrugged, "I really see it more that Yamacha is not fulfilling your fantasies. Maybe you need someone more powerful to kind of challenge you and make it exciting. Like you said, you don't want it traditional."

"You know, we haven't really been screwing for a while now," in deep thought she recalled the last time they had actually had sex, "hey, the last time we fucked was months ago!"

Chichi was astonished, "Not even when he returned?"

"I don't know, we kind of don't do anything anymore. It's not like we are trying to be together or be away from each other, we just…"

"Know you want more," Vibra butted in pulling out a cigarette.

"Oh, I hate it when you smoke."

"Mind if I bum one?" Bulma asked at the same time Chichi resounded. "Calm down, this is the closest I have ever gotten to cumming."

"That's the real trick," Bulma quirked an eyebrow at Vibra.

"Drug use?"

"No, give yourself your own orgasm; no one knows your shit better than you."

Bulma shook her head, "It is not as if I have not tried. I just get bored."

Chichi sighed, "You are too high maintenance."

Bulma and Vibra laughed at the irony, "Girl that is why you have to fantasize." Bulma seemed puzzled and Vibra continued, "You are too old to be having this sort of problem. Anyway," heading off Bulma's objections, "what is your dream lover?"

"I don't know… someone who doesn't need to sleep over and won't bother me with silly anniversaries and smelly flowers. Someone who just knows what I want, I don't really like emotional guys."

Chichi was perplexed, "What kind of a woman are you?"

Bulma smiled, "I can provide for myself and I don't think love has to be a game or a show, I just want uncomplicated understanding."

"But communication is so important," mouth gaping like a fish.

"Look, I just don't want to feel trapped and monotonous. I want adventure and freedom. Besides I cannot put up with the constant stress of keeping up appearances."

Vibra nodded knowingly, "I understand, I like more of a giving man, mostly the type of material giving man I have but I understand."

Chichi looked thoughtfully at her hands, "Sounds like you need a jerk."

Bulma gasped, "Speaking of jerks, tell me why Vegeta is demanding more training bots all of a sudden. I already made upgrades to the gravity chamber and am working on a special Ki concentrator and despite all of my unspoken contributions he suddenly wants these bots he destroys as soon as he gets his grimy hands on. I don't get it." The two women raised their shoulders. "I have to say though that all of this fighting has broken the tedium since the Namekians went home."

Vibra perked up, "You should have sex with Vegeta."

Bulma laughed obnoxiously, "In your dreams!"

"More like in yours, he sounds like the perfect guy for you. He wants everything you want and won't ask for anything more."

Chichi grimaced, "He is an animal and a murderer, how could anyone love him?"

Vibra turned to her, "We are not talking about dirty lust wrapped up with a bow, we are talking about pure carnal love."

Chichi reserved her confusion with Bulma's next remark, "I don't mind who he is but I highly doubt he fucks." All the women laughed at the idea of Vegeta taking time away from his training for some extracurricular activities.

This is when Chichi intervened, "What do you mean that you don't mind who he is?"

Bulma giggled at Chichi's use of finger quotations for the word "mind." Tapping her finger against her lip she bummed another cigarette from Vibra inhaling sparingly, "It seems natural who he is, I do not condone it but it seems reasonable that he is so driven."

Chichi's distaste shown through, "Driven is a nice word for vicious and vindictive."

Vibra smoothed her hair behind her ear, "People are who they are; I say you just fuck him. If you get each other you won't have to talk about it."

"You are right; the whole thing doesn't have to just be about a relationship. I'll keep the terms of the encounter as casual, enjoyable."

Chichi was shocked, "Really?"

Bulma and Vibra laughed, "Chichi, I am not going to fuck Vegeta, I am still dating Yamacha and who knows maybe I am just a frigid bitch."

They resumed their laughter as the night carried on…

Bulma returned home, heels in her right hand as she unlocked the door with her left hand, clutch purse under her arm. Feeling her strapless dress hiked up on her thighs, her legs tightened with goose bumps in the humid night air. It was past three in the morning and they had gotten a little out of hand with their drinking. Each female had taken a prepaid taxi home. She shifted her weight to push the door in, she squinted her eyes to view into the darkness. Suddenly, a figure appeared an inch from her face and she sucked in a breath from fright.

"Dende damn you, Vegeta!" Her loud whisper had no affect on his bearing. Pushing her way passed him; she dropped her stilettos on the shoe cabinet and slid her comfortable slippers on her feet. Vegeta humphed and she turned to him depositing her purse on the counter as she tucked away her shoes on the rack. Closing the doors, Bulma straightened her spine and crossed her arms to emulate his posture. "Did I miss something?"

He stared at her deeply, never one for many words, "More bots."

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to her original spot but this time almost on top of the shoe cabinet. She narrowed her eyes not attempting to escape his grasp. Lately he had been handling her and she wasn't stupid, when a dog bites you do not pull away but push further into his mouth until he releases you.

"More bots, now," he glanced quickly back and forth between her eyes, almost searching.

She merely nodded, "Tomorrow." He leaned in closer and she slanted her head to avoid contact, "Look you ass, I am pretty damn tipsy and out of cigarettes, if you do not want your damn equipment to only denote value then take your shit down a notch."

"Bitch," he almost hissed at her moving his face even closer to hers. "Your service is unconditional."

She smiled coyly, "My services are reserved to my liking."

He sneered and let go of her arm, "Tomorrow, dawn."

Her red lips peeled across her teeth, "I am not having your bullshit ready by dawn, which is in two and a half hours."

"Two."

He seemed to enjoy this game of torment. She could play just as well, "It will take two weeks to have the parts available. You are an expensive guest."

"Anything useful," spoken as more of a statement than a question.

Smugly, she had her quip cocked and fired with perfect aim, "Nothing but the panties under my dress."

He pulled back and she chuckled again turning to escape the foyer. Again, before she could reach the wooden floor, Vegeta took her arm possessively and instead of pulling her back he bent her over with his other hand in her hair. Bulma fought this time. Falling to the ground on her knees, both her arms restrained behind her back. Whipping her head around she sputtered curses and kicked her feet from beneath her to strike him. Vegeta now had her flat to the ground, quelling the frail struggling of her lithe body. The hand in her hair removed was resting lightly on her thigh, at ease.

"Take them then." She could comprehend his physical language and was committed to her verbal mistake. The situation wasn't really as bothersome as she had let on; she felt his hand feather towards the edge of her dress. Hiding her face and the smile that appeared she spewed venom laced words. Her lower belly began to boil as her groin tensed with the sweet pain of lust. Did she sense timidity in those creeping digits, trembling?

"Do you taste as intolerable as your words?"

She lifted her face to side glance him, "Hope so."

He slipped his hand under the tight fabric reaching her hip and literally ripped the panties from her legs leaving the flesh to sting. The lace was brutally massacred and she knew she was getting wet from his assault. He lifted the panties to her face and ridiculed her demeanor with his tongue tracing quickly up the back of her neck. He then inhaled the scent of her thong and balled them in his hand. He was an animal and she loved it. As soon as he had squeezed the fabric, he was gone.

Bulma inhaled deeply opening her eyes as she shifted her weight to push the door in and awake from her fantasy. Her eyes squinted to view into the darkness, no one appeared. She ignored her disappointment making her way to her bathroom with her usual routine. Feeling the prick of arousal she hurried to the tub filling the porcelain with warm water and her favorite bubbly cream. Biting her lip, she left the door open. This escapade with the chance of, nay, her opportunity to get caught naked, soapy, and masturbating in the bath excited her more.

Shimming out of her teal tube dress, she reached behind to unsnap her strapless bra. Reveling in the liquor influenced sensations; Bulma cooed at her hardening nipples and traced her fingers lightly over her tight form. Looping her fingers in her lace thong, she remembered her fantasy and instead decided to tear them. It wasn't hard considering the flimsy fabric and the temporary welts sufficiently stimulated the desired response. Gleefully she entered the tub. Relaxing in the waters and the tickling bubble, she took in the lavender musk. Moaning and breathing deeply she rhythmically trailed her hands under the water and over her body, habitually moving her chest under and above the water. Feeling her head entertain the drowsy vertigo, she moved her right hand onto her lips and with heavy breaths began undulating her hips.

"Oh…" she found her clitoris easily as her desire flamed to life. Imagining him standing there in the doorway watching her, Bulma swirled her finger relentlessly over the nub of flesh. Her nerves alight, her heart beat harder and her veins filled with fire. Moving her nimble fingers faster, her toes curled deliciously and her legs widened unintentionally. Faster breaths and the boiling in her belly spread throughout her nether regions. Lips quivering, she felt something coiling in her loins, so tight her brow knitted. Moving her fingers faster, her hips erratically rose and fell as the water sloshed over the sides.

"More bots," she squeezed between clenched teeth and she knew she was at the brink. "Oh, now!" Her hands emphatically took her to a level of pleasure she had never been. She felt almost like she was going to... the burning in her loins so intense and centered. "Fuck!" she came crashing with the wave of heat flowing over her body as her inner walls clenched vigorously. Her vision blanched and she closed her eyes heaving for air and licking her lips. Her other hand pinched her left nipple as she rode this new crescendo of gratification.

"Very entertaining."

Bulma's head shot up to see her reverie standing in the doorway. She looked to her body that was easily visible beneath the beaten waters now lacking any bubbles. Moving to face the wall, she blushed and held up a middle finger. A few moments later she looked over her shoulder to find Vegeta had gone. Exiting the tub and wrapping herself in a black towel she drained the bath water and prayed not to fall on the saturated floor.

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"Okay, Vibra, my favorite part is when my muscles clench inside. It is unspeakably erotic. The funny thing is orgasms are like potato chips, I can't have just one." The women laughed and Chichi relayed her ineptitude to exceed two, after which would often become soaring and too exhausting. "Kinda funny, Vegeta saw me do it." Both women spit out their tea as Bulma looked over her coffee at them.

"That is really sexy."

Chichi grew pale at Vibra's comment, "What happened?"

Bulma shrugged, "Absolutely nothing."

Vibra grinned, "Don't sound too disappointed."

Bulma completed relaying the details of the night's events and the topic was shifted to yet again another question from Vibra, "How do you like your sex?"

"I really do prefer it to be slow and deep, but what I love most is being on top," Chichi admitted with crimson on her cheeks.

Vibra looked to Bulma whom refrained from answering admonishing, "You always make us fess up first, you go!"

"Well, I love is from behind and I especially enjoy a light spanking." Chichi choked on her tea and the two women expressed amusement in her plight. "Ok Bulma, now inaugurated, what's your favorite?"

Nipping her lower lip thoughtfully, "I think that I would like it best if whether sitting or standing we are both upright. I like a good workout and sometimes when Yamacha and I used to do it that way I would get close."

"Yeah, but you never won the race that way."

Bulma smiled, "He never did you mean." Chichi halted the conversation topic with an interjection in regards of Bulma's relationship with Yamacha. "Why is it always about me and my relationships?"

"Because Chichi is married and conformist, not to mention I am allegedly engaged and boring," sticking out her tongue with crossed eyes.

"Wow, well actually he called this morning we are going to the fight tonight in the convention center. Mineralez and Boulderon are boxing; I bet four hundred on Mineralez."

"That is ridiculous that the men in our life are always fighting and when they are not you still crave to watch other people fight."

Bulma raised her hands conjecturing, "Maybe I simply love action and conflict. You know stir up the pot, add spice to the stew—"

"We get it," Vibra interjected.

Brunch continued smoothly as the women departed for a final time before another stint in preparation for the upcoming battle. Bulma never enveloped herself in too much of real emotion, making satirical melodramatic outbursts in order to discourage any potent emotional reactions. She did feel the need for excitement no matter how she could afford it, was it a fault or just a vice? Pondering her introspective revelations, Bulma floated through her day unintelligibly.

As the evening approached she dressed accordingly in dark fitted Capri's, red collared shirt, and wedge sandals three inches high. Finally inserting her black diamond chandelier earrings and dabbing on her crimson lipstick she examined her image in the mirror admiring her sculpted body and supple curves. Taking a moment to undo another button on her blouse to emphasis her abundant cleavage she threw a peace sign and headed down stairs for a drink.

Vegeta stood in the kitchen with a turkey leg in hand over a platter holding only the bones of the creature. Bulma snickered and opened the fridge for some cranberry juice and champagne. She mixed her fruity beverage and sat on the counter an arm across her abdomen and ankles crossed.

"What are you doing out of your gravity machine?" He grunted finishing off the leg and washing his hands. "Well if I win this bet the proceeds are going to your new bots so be content."

He shook his hands and faced her, "My training bots put you in heat."

His question was again more of a statement and she did not hesitate in sipping her concoction, "Subconsciously," her eyebrows raised, "what is it to you pervert?"

He scoffed and dumped the platter into the sink. Bulma let her legs dangle open swinging carelessly. Vegeta suddenly appeared in front of her, between her legs and the glass slipped from her hand. He caught is deftly holding it to his own lips, he first sniffed the liquid and gulped it down ruthlessly. Then setting the glassware on the counter beside her, she waited.

"More bots."

"Stop fucking with me Vegeta, you are such a dick. Dende, go stick your head further up your ass and leave me the hell alone." As she spouted the insults, Vegeta leaned in lowering his head and smelling her neck. "So you are a voyeur and a hentai."

He stopped and lifted his head to pierce her eyes with his own, "I do not tread on your desires, and you have wandered astray."

The door bell rang and Vegeta was gone with a sweep of wind leaving Bulma to brood on his comment, which she avoided with multiple pints of lager and shouts for her underdog. Bulma won the bet and collected quadruple her investment for her confidence in Mineralez. Yamacha revealed he was dating another woman at the moment and with Bulma's blessings the unspoken was manifested. She felt sad that he was no longer her safety valve but determined that that was unnecessary. They shared a few drinks at a local pub and headed home with a platonic kiss. Dende knows Bulma was expecting the worst on arriving...