Goku walked out of the locker room, still feeling the high of a great game. He made his way through the crowds searching to find Chi Chi, when someone grabbed him by the arm. He turned to find his coach, and another man he'd never seen before.
"Goku, do you have a moment? I have someone who is very interested in meeting you," his coach said and Goku nodded as he eyed the tall man standing behind his coach. The man wore a purple polo, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look mean, per se, he just didn't look particularly friendly either. Goku suddenly worried he was in trouble.
"This is Mr. Piccolo," his coach introduced. "He's the head of the lacrosse program over at West City University. He was hoping to talk to you about your plans for the future."
Goku's eyes widened and his hand fidgeted with excitement. Sure, he had always fantasized about playing at the next level, but he'd never known if was smart enough to get into college, let alone get recruited by a top tier team. His mouth opened to reply, but he was speechless. Too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought.
His coach and Mr. Piccolo chuckled good naturedly at the boy. "Here's my card," Piccolo said, offering Goku a small paper. "Of course, you'll need to get past the admissions office first, but we would love to see you in a Wolves jersey next year. Call me if you have any questions."
Goku held the business card reverently. He read it over and looked back at up at the man who now wore a small smile. He nodded enthusiastically, "Yes sir! I am very interested in WCU! I'll definitely call you!"
His voice came out a mile a minute, and his coach laughed as he patted Goku on the back. "We know you'll do big things, Goku."
Vegeta watched the scene play out from a reasonable distance. Though he couldn't hear the man be introduced, he knew he was a college recruiter. Something ugly and jealous turned in his stomach. Vegeta was the team's captain, but everyone knew Goku was the star player.
His ability was half the reason Vegeta wanted Goku to come play for Orange Star in the first place, he needed someone with that level of talent to challenge him. What he hadn't expected was for Goku to surpass him so easily. And now his best friend was being recruited for university teams as a junior.
He grumbled to himself, through his jealousy, Vegeta was still able to be happy for Goku. He was very familiar with his rough upbringing, and knew Goku deserved good things to happen to him. It was likely that college wouldn't have even been an option, unless something like this came along. He would congratulate his friend when they talked about it.
Vegeta reminded himself there was still plenty of time for recruiters to show interest in him too. And at worst, he had a lot of other talents to fall back on. Vegeta was going to get into a great university, he was sure of it. His internal pep talk was interrupted when someone tapped on his shoulder.
When he turned around, Bulma pounced on him, grabbing his collar and pressing her lips to his with a fat smooch. Vegeta lurched his head back from surprise. Eyes wide, he quickly glanced around then looked back to the lavender haired beauty frowning in front of him. "What was that?" he asked.
"What?" Bulma huffed, clearly annoyed by his less than ecstatic reaction. "You think you have the monopoly on surprise kissing people?"
"Ugh, no! It was just unexpected, I was thinking is all," he replied defensively, before he glanced around again. His father apparently wasn't here, but Vegeta realized after that conversation in his father's office he didn't want him to know about his relationship with Bulma.
"Just thinking, ehh?" Bulma asked suspiciously, noticing the way his eyes scanned the passing crowd. She stepped closer placing her hands on his chest and lowering her voice. "Are you sure you weren't just worried everyone would find out about our secret affair?" she asked dramatically, giving her voice a little accent for effect.
Vegeta fought the urge to laugh, as he grabbed her arms. "You know my wife can never find out about our love, she'll ruin my reputation," he replied, playing along with her little charade.
"Then we must meet at night! Come to my room tomorrow evening, there we can be alone and freely express our love."
"Wait, for real?" Vegeta asked, breaking character.
"I mean, yeah, if you want to. We could watch a movie or something." Bulma blushed, "Chi Chi will be gone for the weekend visiting her parents, so we would have the place to ourselves." Vegeta smirked as he agreed, feeling as though there was a little something suggestive in that invitation.
Bulma was mentally debating if she should do her homework or just take a nap, when there was a knock at the door. Weird. She wasn't expecting anyone until later, but she crossed the room and opened the door anyway.
"Oh hey, Goku."
"Hey, Bulma," Goku replied, seeming more shy than usual.
"I'm sorry, but Chi Chi isn't here right now," she informed him as she leaned against the door frame.
"Oh actually," he laughed as he scratched the back of his head, "I was here to see you."
Bulma lifted her brow in surprise. As much as she liked Goku, and loved helping him ask Chi Chi to Prom, she had never felt compelled to hangout just the two of them. "Uh, ok. What can I do for you?"
"Can I come in?" he asked hopefully, and Bulma nodded as she sidestepped to let him past. They sat down and Goku proceeded to tell her all about the coach he met and amazing scholarship that awaited him. There was just one little thing standing in his way.
"So do you think you could tutor me? I just need to do well enough to get admitted into the school and the coach said he'd help take care of the rest."
"That sounds like an incredible opportunity," Bulma smiled, "I guess I am just a little confused. I'm not saying I won't, but why wouldn't you ask Vegeta to tutor you?"
"Oh well, yeah, ya know Geets is super busy with his own stuff and to be honest he's just not very patient. He knows that I'm not as smart as him but he gets annoyed when we do school work together. Like he doesn't understand how I don't understand," Goku explained.
Bulma couldn't help but snort a laugh imagining a frustrated Vegeta trying to breakdown a concept for his friend. "Okay," she smiled, "I can help you."
Goku lit up with excitement, "Really?! Oh thank you so much! I promise I'll work really hard, I'll do whatever you say!" The pair spent the next hour working on their plan of attack scheduling times for tutoring and when Goku would take his practice tests.
Goku's eyes scanned over the list Bulma wrote for him one more time as they said their goodbyes in the hallway outside Bulma and Chi Chi's dorm. "This is going to be tough," he sighed.
"But it will all be worth it, right?" Bulma reminded him with a wink.
"Do…" he hesitated, chewing on his lip. "Do you really think I'm smart enough to pull this off?"
With her hands on his shoulders, Bulma looked up into Goku's eyes and smiled genuinely, "hey, you don't need to worry, we're going to get you that scholarship, okay?"
Goku scooped her up into a big hug, "thank you, Bulma, you don't know how much this means to me." Their friendly embrace was cut short when they heard someone clearing their throat down the hall. Bulma turned to find Vegeta with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression.
"Hey Vegeta, what brings you to my dorm?" Bulma smirked knowingly.
He ignored her question and continued to glare at the pair, "what's he thanking you for?" Bulma fought the urge to roll her eyes, Vegeta was so dumb sometimes.
"Oh you know, I just agreed to have a hot threesome with him and Chi Chi," she shrugged and both boys turned bright red.
"You are so vulgar!" Vegeta grumbled, turning his face to hide his blush. "Nobody even remotely suggested that," he sputtered, "wh-why would you even say that!"
"Um, I'm going to go now," Goku added shyly.
"I can't believe the guy who suggested I had fucked a teacher is such a prude!" Bulma said, laughing at Vegeta's embarrassment.
"I'm no prude!"
"Wait, did you?" Goku asked with a wide eyed gaze darting to Bulma.
"What?! No!" she exclaimed, with a glare aimed at Goku. Her sights returned to Vegeta who stared at the wall next to him as if it was more interesting than this conversation. "Ugh, I'm done talking to you both!"
Bulma retreated back into her room and slammed the door for dramatic effect. Goku and Vegeta glanced at each other before breaking out into quiet laughter.
"I'm out of here, but you have good a night," Goku said with a teasing smirk and gave his friend a little two finger salute. Vegeta shook his head and waited for his friend to exit down the stairwell before running his fingers through his hair and checking his appearance in the reflection of his phone screen.
Bulma was standing with her arms crossed and staring at the door. She started to worry that maybe Vegeta took her seriously when she said she was done with them when she heard a knock. She opened it and Vegeta was leaning against the door frame with one hand looking as calm and cool as ever. "Are we still hanging out or what?"
"I guess," she sighed, feigning nonchalance. Bulma turned around and walked back into her dorm, leaving the door open for Vegeta to follow. He closed the door and stalked up behind her, before he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against his broad chest. Her breath hitched as his lips grazed her ear.
"What movie do you want to watch?" he whispered. His voice came out a little huskier than usual sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. Bulma bit her lip, the warmth of his presence combined with the way his thumb softly stroked her hip had her on the verge of melting.
In a flash, her wits returned to her and she stepped away from his hold. Whipping around, she held up a scolding finger at him. "None of that!" she declared.
"None of that?" he repeated with an eyebrow raised, like he didn't believe her.
"Okay, fine, maybe some," she mumbled as a blush invaded her cheeks. "But later!" she amended after his lips broke into a devious yet irresistible smirk.
"All I did was ask what movie you wanted to watch," he shrugged innocently and Bulma fixed him with a glare that said 'you know that wasn't all you did'. He raised his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes with a humorous huff.
"C'mon," she called and pointed to her bed. "You can sit there, let me just grab my laptop."
Vegeta hopped up on the bed and made himself comfortable, leaning back with his fingers laced behind his head. "'None of that,' she says. 'Oh just come lay on my bed,' she says," Vegeta mocked. Bulma turned to glare at him and he just laid there wearing an amused smile. "You really know how to give a guy mixed signals, Bulma."
"Oh, shut up! We're going to watching the movie on my computer, I just thought it'd be more comfortable."
"I'm starting to think this was just some elaborate plot to get me into your bed," Vegeta teased.
"Ugh, you wish!"
"Mmm, yeah I do," he hummed, his low husky tone returned and it had her blushing all over again.
"What do you want to watch?" Bulma asked, attempting to deflect from his bold come on. "I could do sci-fi, romance, ooh maybe a sci-fi romance! We could do horror or -"
"You like horror movies?" Vegeta interrupted, both surprised and amused.
Bulma laughed, "more like I like to make fun of them."
"I could be down for that."
An hour later, the pair sat in Bulma's blacked out dorm room. All the lights off and all the blinds drawn, the only light coming from her laptop. They were piled together in a nest of all the pillows and blankets from both her and Chi Chi's beds.
"OH COME ON!" Vegeta and Bulma shouted in unison, their eyes glued to the small screen propped up on a chair in front of the bed.
"The killer is obviously in your basement!" she told the girl on screen. "Here's an idea, why don't you just leave your fucking house and call the police!?"
Vegeta's gaze slid over to Bulma and the way she shook her head at the character getting murdered on screen. His fingers twitched wanting to get a little closer, a little cozier. He went for the only move he could think of, faking a yawn, stretching out his arms and putting one around her shoulders.
Bulma turned to look at him the moment his arm landed around her shoulder, he suddenly worried she would protest the contact. "I just want you to know you are both smooth and original," she said while obviously holding back a laugh.
His lips flattened into a line, thankfully the darkness hid his reddened cheeks. As he began to pull his arm away, she caught him by the hand and pulled herself tighter in his embrace. Bulma turned towards him, moving closer until their noses nearly touched. "Oh stop it, you know I was just teasing!" she whispered and she gave him a genuine smile. "I like this a lot, me and you."
Vegeta pulled her to sit on his lap. "Me too," he replied, his palms rovering over her sides. Her hands slid from his chest around to the back of his neck, until her fingers were playing with the hairs at his nape. There was a second of silent eye contact as if both of them were attempting to memorize this moment before she leaned down and pressed her soft lips against his.
Their lips melded together and it occurred to Bulma that each kiss with Vegeta brought something new. This one wasn't as loaded as those in the past, instead it was light hearted, fun, and dare she say hot. She couldn't help by smile against his lips, the idea that she could be the respite for the ever stressed and serious Vegeta Ouji made her heart flutter.
His tongue slid over the seam of her mouth in request, and her lips parted allowing him entrance. She could feel his growing desire pressed against her center and it spurred her on. Bulma grabbed at his shirt, until she gathered enough fabric to pull the offending garment off him. Her hands immediately began exploring that insane body of his. Hardened muscles wrapped in smooth tan skin, Vegeta's physique was absolutely sinful.
He gave her a similar treatment, pausing their kiss to pull off her top, revealing her red lacy bra. He couldn't help but put his face between her two soft mounds, placing reverent kisses on the exposed skin before he made his way up her neck. Bulma moaned at the feeling of his lips tracing up her body as warm hands held her close. The skin on skin contact felt heavenly yet Bulma still itched to get closer, so she began rocking against him.
Just the idea of Bulma straddling him was enough for him to pop a boner, but the reality coupled with her grinding her hips down in his lap as they made out was a million times better. Vegeta groaned as her nails scratched his scalp and she pulled him deeper into their kiss. Gods he was painfully hard.
His hand slid up to her shoulder blades and she yelped in surprise when Vegeta flipped them, laying her down on her back as he hovered over her. The faint light from her computer barely illuminated his features and Bulma was momentarily captivated by the sharp, handsome angles of Vegeta's face and the positively hungry look in his half lidded eyes.
She reached out to the side, shutting her laptop to silence the eerie music and terror filled screams of their long forgotten movie. Suddenly the room was completely dark, the only sound was their labored breaths.
Vegeta settled on Bulma's side, propped up by his elbow. The fingers of his free hand skated over the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Are you sure you want to do that? Who knows what I'll do to you in the dark," he husked, his voice low and teasing.
"I trust you," she replied breathlessly before pulling him into another kiss. His hand glided across her bare stomach, landing on her hip with a squeeze. Their tongues found each other quicker this time, moving together in a rhythmic dance that had Bulma aching with need.
Her heart beat faster with nervous anticipation when Vegeta untied the drawstring of her tiny shorts. His lips pulled away from hers as his hand paused at her waistband, a silent request. She nodded, encouraging him to continue, then realized he might not even be able to see her. "Please," she whispered, her voice coming out a touch more desperate than she would've liked.
Even in the darkness she could feel he was smirking as his hand slipped into the front of her shorts. Her breath hitched and her hand instinctively grabbed at the sheets when a single thick finger slid between her feminine folds.
"Fuck," he mumbled, and she guessed that was Vegeta's only thought regarding how desperately wet she was for him. Bulma could hear his rapid heartbeat, the one thing that indicated maybe he was as nervous and excited as she was. He began stroking her center experimentally, and her body trembled as his finger became coated with her silky essence.
A moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped inside her. Her legs spread wider of their own volition as if begging for more of his touch.
Even in the darkness, Vegeta noticed the way her body stiffened when he touched that little pearl at the apex of her sex. She released a shaky breath through parted lips as her hand reached out to grab his shoulder in a desperate attempt to stay grounded. A tight, tingly feeling coiled in her low belly as he teased her clit with steady circles.
"You like that?" he purred and Bulma wanted to punch him the face for how smug he sounded. She opened her mouth, intending to slap him with a sarcastic quip, but a soft whimper came out instead.
Kami damn him. She liked it too much. And she liked him way too much.
"Don't stop," she cried as the tension in her core intensified. She felt his chest rumble with a chuckle at her body's wanton reactions to his touch. So Bulma bit her lip, trying to save herself from any more embarrassingly needy noises. Her nails dug into Vegeta's shoulder as he worked her mercilessly, edging her closer to her peak.
"Ahh, ahh," Bulma moaned breathlessly with her eyes clenched shut. Her thighs clamped together around his hand as waves of pleasure radiated from her center in a satisfying climax. With a sigh Bulma relaxed, melting into the mattress. She wore a contented smile as her body hummed pleasantly.
Vegeta leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her temple and suddenly, her chest tightened at how something so simple felt so intimate. Bulma had never had someone who she could be so physically and emotionally vulnerable with. What they shared was special and she knew in her heart Vegeta felt the same.
"You're welcome," his cocky voice cut through the quiet, and Bulma punched him playfully in the chest.
"We were having a moment and you ruined it!" she laughed.