Chi Chi looked at the clocked for what seemed like the millionth time. The clock now read 2:47pm, she was supposed to meet her at the coffee shop almost an hour ago. She had already ordered a tea and one of Bulma's insanely complicated coffee orders. Chi Chi finished her tea but now Bulma's beverage lay sad and unfinished, the whipped cream completely disappeared into the coffee and the drink having become cold. This was unusual. Bulma didn't really come on time for anything but this was unlike her. Bulma would have at least called before her friend had to leave the house telling her she had to cancel knowing full well that Chi Chi did not own a cell phone. Had she forgotten? Chi Chi, feeling snubbed, started to gather her purse when she heard a TWACK as the door to the coffee shop had been violently opened.
Bulma had her hand stretching out the door as wide as it could go and clutched the door frame for support with the other. She made no effort to acknowledge the scowls and glances people were throwing her way as she concentrated her efforts on catching her breath. It appeared that she had come here in panic, probably having forgotten that she had made a date with her friend. Chi Chi could not get a read on Bulma's face as she wore large white rounded frames that covered her eyes completely, hiding her expression.
When she finally seemed to have cooled down, she walked in trying to straightened herself out but also letting the door make another loud slamming sound as it closed shut.
Chi Chi tried to wave to her friend but Bulma made a beeline to the cashier and requested a drink. She handed the man a hundred-dollar bill and did not bother with the change. He told her something and the boy glanced to one of his coworkers nervously. He must have told her something she really did not like because she grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him in to whisper in his ear. He went a little pale before she released him. He nodded quickly and scurried away to make her drink. Bulma's shoulders were hunched slightly and her feet dragged as she made her way to the usual spot her and Chi Chi share. She was mildly surprised to see that she had stayed despite her tardiness. As relief washed over her, she could no longer keep herself standing and plopped herself in her regular seat, letting her body go lax.
"Would you care to…" Chi Chi started but was quickly interrupted by Bulma lifting her finger to silence her friend.
"Shhh…" she offered. "You're too loud."
"What?!" Chi Chi almost yelled.
Bulma lightly touched her fingers to her forehead. "See, that's what way too…"
"Oh no! You don't come here almost an hour late and tell me to shush! You don't get to shush me! I've been patient enough waiting here but you have the gall the silence me! I deserve an explanation as to why you are so rudely late as you are the one who insisted we catch up! It isn't easy for me to get to the city you know! Now talk!"
Everyone had paused their conversations or stopped what they had been doing to see Chi Chi looming over her friend with her hands in fists and resting on her hips. She had a terrible scowl on her face, demanding an answer from her friend.
"Okay, okay." Bulma responded trying to cool down Chi Chi's fire. "Just let my coffee arrive and then we'll talk".
Chi Chi sat back down in a huff not completely satisfied but willing to comply as her friend seemed out of sorts. She finally noticed Bulma's attire. A large baggy knit sweater hung loosely on her shoulders revealing a thick bra strap. Was that a sports bra? Chi Chi quickly recalled Bulma mentioning that she would never be caught dead in a sports bra unless she was working out. Something about how made her boobs look like they were one solid breast and that they were clammy and tight and "took away one of the best parts of being a woman". So why was she wearing one now? And why was she sporting a sweater and thick black leggings? It was summer for Kami sake! What was going on with her?
As Chi Chi analyzed her friend she noticed people in the coffee shop still looking at her after her outburst. She gave them a quick but menacing glare and that was enough to get them refocused on their previous tasks.
After a few moments of silence, with Bulma massaging her temple and Chi Chi silently fuming, Bulma's drink had finally arrived. It was exceptionally tall and wider than a standard cup of coffee. She had also odered another tea for her friend. Chi Chi found it odd that her friend had ordered it black instead of her usual heaps of sugar, cream, or caramel sauce.
Bulma handed the barista the cup that Chi Chi had ordered her to leave room for her fresh brew.
"Did you put in what I asked for?" she said, almost lie a threat her words.
"Ye-Yes Ma'am!" he replied, shaking as he placed the cup on the table.
"Excellent" she smiled at him, all the previous threatening aura having dissipated. She handed the boy another hundred.
He glanced at it nervously, not sure whether to take the bill.
"For your hard work" she smiled even brighter.
Feeling as though she was going to threaten him like she did at the counter, he nervously snatched the bill and scurried back behind the counter.
"Finally," she said as she took the cup in her hands and took a large, much needed, sip. "I can tell you why I am so unforgivably late."
"Please do" Chi Chi almost snorted, crossing her arms. She was finally ready to hear Bulma's story, but this build up seemed a little too excessive.
"Well" Bulma started as she took off her shades, "It all started with…"
"Bulma!" Chi Chi gasped, standing up to grab Bulma's chin to get a better look at her face, now feeling genuinely concerned for the well being of her friend. "What happened to you?!"
Bulma had the darkest and most sunken bags under her eyes that she had ever seen. Chi Chi only now really took in how sickly her complexion looked, as the frames did an excellent job hiding any evidence that proved otherwise. Her eyes were dead tired and her skin felt a little warm. Forget their date, Bulma should be laying in bed! Chi Chi now felt guilty about berating her for being so late.
"It's fine, I'm fine" Bulma assured, brushing Chi Chi's hand from her face. "I've had worse hangovers."
"Hangover?" Chi Chi looked at her friend's drink. "What did the boy put in your coffee? Aspirin? It shouldn't be that big of a deal…"
"Vodka" Bulma interrupted. "The best cure for a hang…"
"Bulma!" Chi Chi stood again, "I wouldn't have cared if you had cancelled if you got the rest you needed" she exclaimed, mothering her. "You look terrible and you think the cure is to poison your body even further?!"
Despite Chi Chi's loud scolding, no one in the coffee shop paid her any mind, afraid of the yelling they would get if they were to pay her anymore unwanted attention.
Bulma merely smiled, warmed by her friend's concern.
"Cheech, don't worry" Bulma waved for her friend to sit back down but she did not oblige. "I've had way worse, and I promise you, coffee and vodka, despite tasting terrible is my recipe for a hangover cure." She picked up her mug and took a large sip. "And I really did miss you, and I need to tell you what's been happening in my life! I'm pretty sure you'll be interested" Bulma gave her a sly wink.
Chi Chi sat back down in a huff. "Why does a coffee shop serve alcohol?"
Bulma laughed. "I have no idea, to be honest. It's something new a few shops are trying, but they only serve alcohol after five, that's why I had to bribe the barista."
"More like threaten" Chi Chi chuckled, finding her humor.
"Needless to say," Bulma continued, "I'm really sorry for being late. I didn't expect to drink half as much as I did last night and I only woke up half an hour ago," she admitted, now taking a chug from her coffee.
"No wonder you look terrible" Chi Chi smiled, concern still in her eyes.
"Well, I had to prove that I could pound as much down as Vegeta"
"Vegeta?" Chi Chi asked now completely confused. "What were you doing with him?" the disdain evident in her voice.
"Well," Bulma's eyes drifted, unable to meet Chi Chi's. "He's what's kind of going on in my life right now."
"Excuse me?" Chi Chi.
Bulma couldn't look her friend in the eye. Chi Chi had every right not to like Vegeta. He threatened the earth and almost killed her husband and her little boy. His friend was also the reason Goku had to die for a year. So why would Bulma be befriending such a monster? And wait, wasn't she still with…
"What happened to Yamcha?" Chi Chi questioned.
Bulma snorted. "We've been broken up for six months now. I've given him too many chances and he still has the nerve to cheat on me." Her blue eyes saddened.
Chi Chi reached for Bulma's hand. "Bulma…"
"Thank Kami Vegeta is around though" Bulma smiled at her friend, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Otherwise, I'd have gotten back together with Yamcha and have my heart broken all over again. Vegeta is an amazing distraction…"
The raven-haired woman gave a warm smile to her friend. She felt bad not being able to be there for her friend. She must have been going through a lot.
She let out a sigh of relief and released Bulma's hand to grab her teacup and take a sip.
"…I mean, is Goku as good at sex as Vegeta?"
Chi Chi sputtered out her tea and started coughing, having the liquid go down the wrong way. What kind of question is that?! Has she been…?
"Are you *cough* sleeping with Vegeta?" she barely mustered through her coughing fit.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't that implied?"
"No!" Chi Chi stood again. "I thought you were just playing nice! You know, housing him, feeding him, making sure that he's strong enough so the androids aren't a threat. When you said that's what was going on in your life, I thought you meant he was keeping you busy!"
Bulma's mouth turned up in a coy smile and gave her friend a wink "He sure has".
"Ew." Was all Chi Chi could offer. She sat back down, pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed, trying hard to keep her anger in check and avoid making a bigger scene than she already had. "So, you've been sleeping with the enemy?"
"I wouldn't call him an enemy exactly, more like…" she paused trying to think of a good word.
"Doesn't matter" Chi Chi cut in, interrupting her blue haired friend's thoughts. "Bulma, he has brought nothing but pain to our friends and especially my family. I just don't understand how you can get past all that". Chi Chi's eyes saddened recalling the memory of the destruction the Saiyans had caused, losing her husband and not being able to see her son for a year.
"Cheech" Bulma traced the rim of her cup, unable to look Chi Chi in the eye. "I know he doesn't have the best reputation, and believe me" she let out a small laugh "he really can be a pain in the ass but" she lifted her eyes to meet her friend's, "he's not what he seems".
Chi Chi sighed. Bulma never had the best taste in men. Yamcha was always a friend, but he proved repeatedly that he could not be trusted. Despite his unfaithfulness, Bulma had stayed with him out of some hope that maybe he could change and that she truly loved the person he is. The fact that they broke up was no surprise to Chi Chi—knowing that one day her friend would have had enough— but getting with Vegeta was the last thing she expected Bulma to do. Perhaps she did see something in him that Chi Chi had glossed over but Vegeta had yet to show people the side Bulma seemed to admire.
"Tell me then" Chi Chi started, trying to lighten the mood, "Does he compare to what I've told you about Goku?"
Bulma let out a laugh, relieved that her friend accepted her actions towards Vegeta. "Oh my God, Cheech you have no idea!"
"Their both Saiyans" Chi Chi paused to take a sip of her tea. "He must have the same beast like tendencies that Goku has."
"All I can say is that I'm having the best sex of my life right now. And from what you've told me about Goku, I completely understand the appeal of having a Saiyan as a partner."
"Is he sensitive where his tail used to be?" Chi Chi leaned in, curious to see if Vegeta had the same weak spots as her husband.
"Are you kidding me? He can barely form a sentence when I scratch that area."
Both women giggled, regaining the usual rhythm they share when exchanging stories.
"Now tell me" Chi Chi said, almost sounding like a scold. "Why do you look absolutely terrible and why were you so impossibly late to our coffee date?" she cupped her mug in both hands getting comfortable in her seat ready to hear Bulma's tale.
"Oh yeah" Bulma suddenly realized she had not even gotten around to telling her friend of the adventure she had had last night. "Well, it all started when I was driving the both of us downtown to get to the event…"
"I told you to lighten up a little" she scolded as she sped down the streets.
"Why? I never wanted to come in the first place." He pouted, arms crossed.
Bulma had insisted he come with her to the business party tonight because she said she needed a date. She had asked him a week in advance knowing full well she needed time to convince him. He had initially refused, claiming that he would not take part in such unnecessary foolishness. She had given up after several bribes had failed to sway him. With only a few hours before the party, she had asked her mother if she kept Yamcha's number lying around—knowing her mother just had that kind of information—and Vegeta could not help but overhear. As Bulma searched for her ex's number, cursing for ever having deleted it from her phone, she was more than surprised when Vegeta approached her and mumbled that he would go but that he was not going to like it.
"Well, you came anyway" She smiled, her eyes still focused on the road.
"Tsk." He leaned further into his car seat. "I don't know why. I'm not getting anything out of this."
She gripped the steering wheel harder, her knuckles turning white. His sullenness was really starting to piss her. "I'm not getting anything out of this" replayed in her mind. She wanted to have a good time and she oddly wanted Vegeta to do the same but the Prince of all Grumps for some reason needed some sort of benefit to get him out of his terrible mood.
Bulma unbuckled her seat belt and pressed a button right beside the steering wheel that illuminated red after she pushed it. She leaned over to Vegeta's lap and started to undo his belt.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he uncrossed his arms, in shock of her actions. He grabbed her hands and put them back on the steering wheel. "Do you want to crash?"
Bulma rolled her eyes at him and lunged back down, continuing the progress she had already made. Vegeta, despite not knowing how to drive grabbed the wheel in her place in an effort to prevent an accident.
While successfully managing to bring Vegeta's package out of his pants, Bulma couldn't help but smirk. Doesn't he realize I put the car in autopilot?
"Get back to driving! Just what are you trying to do anyway?!" Vegeta almost yelled. He sounded a little nervous.
"Well" she said offering him a seductive smile, feeling him start to harden as she stroked his shaft. "I thought I could make this night worth your while."
Bulma could not help but grin as she saw him grip the steering wheel tighter and his Adam's apple bob, hesitant, but more than willing to let her proceed.
A/N: Oh how my mind is in the gutter. I know the first chapter is a little slow but I promise the next chapter will pick up. The premise of this story is a little similar to my previous one but I wanted to try my hand at a different narrative and lemon. I'm very new to lemon so if anyone has some advice, I'm all ears. But I hope you guys enjoy!
Also, if you're a little confused as to why the coffee shop sells alcohol, I based it off the Starbucks near my house and thought it was a little odd but I wanted Bulma to be able to get her hangover cure ;). If you're reading this from a place where it is unheard of for a coffee shop to sell alcohol, I just wanted to clear that up. Is it more common in the States? I'd actually love to know.
Anyways, enjoy! 3