Tempest Chapter 25 .X.X.X.
Bright sunlight shone over the Saiyan/Bellaton camp days later. Tempest had been sleeping away from the camp, secretly drawing in massive amounts of nightmares each night. She walked passed some men butchering a large t-rex they had killed earlier that day. She joined Goku and Vegeta who stood at the edge of camp. Vegeta, his arms crossed, nodded in greeting to Tempest.
"Hey, Goku. What brings you here today?" Tempest greeted. Goku had been coming often to spar.
"The imbicile had an idea," Vegeta growled.
"Aw, don't be like that, Vegeta," sweet Goku briefly pouted before perking back up.
"What kind of idea?" Tempest asked.
"You guys could use the Dragon Balls!" Goku beamed.
Tempest looked at him in confusion. "Dragon Balls?"
"Namekian orbs that grant wishes. There's a set here on Earth," Vegeta explained shortly.
"O...k... What exactly would we do with them?"
"Well, see, after Namek was destroyed. We wished for a planet for them to live on. You guys could do the same!" Goku smiled proudly at his idea.
"You think that would work?" Tempest asked Vegeta.
"I've seen the power of the Dragon Balls and witnessed that wish myself. It will work," he said curtly, not liking that Goku actually thought of something useful.
Tempest nodded, "Very well. Where are these Dragon Balls?" She winced at a growing headache and pressed the ball of her hand against her forehead.
"You ok?" Goku asked.
Regaining her composure, she nodded and dismissively said, "Fine, just a headache." Vegeta looked her over suspiciously, she had been getting headaches with increasing frequency over the last several days. "Where are those Dragon Balls?" She changed the topic.
"All over Earth, but we can find them quick with the Dragon Radar," Goku assured.
"You seem to have a handle on it. Would you mind tracking them down for us, Goku?" Tempest asked.
Goku nodded. "Sure. The Radar should be at the Capsule Corp house."
Tempest looked to Vegeta. "You think we should go with and let Trunks and Bra know what's going on?" Vegeta shrugged with a 'hmph', she took that as a yes.
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"What?!" Bra cried. "But you guys just got back. And you haven't even had a party yet!"
Vegeta winced but Tempest questioned, "Party?"
Bra nodded. "Mom always threw a party for everyone when a mission was completed."
"But we didn't have one when we came back from defeating Acies the first time," Tempest said in confusion.
"All the more reason to have one now! It can serve as your good bye party too!" She chirped.
Tempest looked to Vegeta who stood with arms crossed, brow furrowed, and eyes closed. It was clear he wasn't getting in the middle of this mess. "Ok," Tempest gave in. "Before we use those balls Goku ran to get, we'll have your party. You handle the planning though, we've got a full camp to prepare for the move." Bra clapped cheerfully and beamed. What the hell did Tempest just get into?
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Two days later, everyone and everything was prepared for the move the following day. Today was the day of Bra's party. She had called for a pool party at the Capsule Corp house, Tempest still wasn't sure what a "pool party" entailed. Bra was currently greeting Krilin and his family when Tempest and Vegeta arrived.
Bra greeted them cheerfully but soured slightly as she looked them over. "Your not wearing that for the party, are you?" Tempest and Vegeta were in plain clothing. Tempest wore jeans and a black blouse while Vegeta wore khakis and a dark maroon button up, both outfits having come from Bra herself. Tempest looked over Vegeta's daughter and saw she was wearing a sheer white dress with what looked like brightly colored undergarments beneath.
"Um..." Tempest began stupidly, not understanding.
"Dad, you can borrow some trunks from Trunks. You, come with me," she ordered and motioned for Tempest to follow as she turned on her heal and headed inside. Tempest looked helplessly to Vegeta before following Bra inside. The girl was defiantly Saiyan alright.
From the window of Bra's room, Tempest could see the large pool surrounded by greenery in the courtyard below. Goku was already in the pool holding his granddaughter on his shoulders as Goten splashed at them. Krilin held his daughter Marin in the water while 18 lounged on a chair in a striped bikini and a blue skirt. Chichi, in a dark one piece and a skirt, scolded Boo who was stuffing his face while Satan pleaded with him. Gohan sat by Videl with their feet in the water. It seemed the only one down there not in one of those "bathing suits" was Piccolo who simply watched from beneath a tree in his usual wear.
Tempest was paused by another headache, wincing for a moment before she looked over the stringy garment Bra had laid out for her on the bed. It was a black bikini Bra had bought but never worn. The girl seemed to have an abundance of clothing she had yet to wear. Tempest figured out the bottoms easy enough, though she wasn't sure if it was meant to only cover half her ass. Tempest held up the "top" which consisted of two triangles and several strings.
"What the hell do I do with this?" She mumbled uselessly to herself. Tempest went to the full length mirror standing in the corner of Bra's room and held it up to her chest. It seemed the triangles were meant to cover her breasts... but all these strings!
Taking a quick look to make sure everyone was still outside, Tempest decided to seek out Bra and ask for help. Clutching the sparse cloth to her chest (honestly, her hands covered more), Tempest walked hesitantly down the hall. She heard someone in the living room at the end of the hall. 'There she is,' Tempest thought to herself as she entered.
"Hey, Bra, what do I do with all these strings?" She asked without looking up from trying to figure out her top. "Honestly, how do Earth women..." Tempest was mumbling to herself when she looked up and realized Bra was not alone. She had been greeting the next round of guests which consisted of an old man, a pig, a floating cat, and a man with a scarred face. All except the floating cat starred wide eyed at the unclothed goddess.
Tempest turned bright red and yelped as the old man seemed to uncontrollably make cat calls and reach for her. Vegeta, who must have been right around the corner, came running at the sound only to find Master Roshi on the floor with a nose bleed and a lump on his head with Tempest covering her bosom with one arm, the other extended in a fist.
Vegeta, now in a pair of dark swimming trunks with his button up shirt, removed his shirt and held it in front of Tempest with a dangerous look on his face. Yamcha, Oolong, and Puar hastily dismissed themselves and ran out the door, leaving Roshi dazed and mumbling on the floor. Tempest covered up with Vegeta's shirt and left with Bra to get dressed correctly.
Swimming suit figured out, Tempest also wore a "cover-up", a sheer, sort sleeved black robe that hung open and ended high on her thigh. She pulled her thunder cloud hair into a pony tail and joined the party outside. Goten and Trunks were splashing eachother like a couple of kids while Pan sparred with her grandfather in the grass. Videl, 18, and Chichi were chatting over fruity drinks Krilin was serving them. Gohan spoke to Piccolo, still standing under a tree, and Satan was serving a tray of food to Boo. Vegeta leaned against the house with arms folded.
"Tempest, come join us!" Goten called out with a friendly wave.
Shedding her cover-up in a puddle at her feet, she walked over to the edge of the pool. "The goal is to splash one another, correct?" Trunks and Goten nodded. "Very well."
Trunks and Goten were startled as the water suddenly started draining, trending water haphazardly. With one hand, Tempest rose a large wave, comprised of the majority of the pool water, and sent it crashing down on them. About half of the water splashed out of the pool, drenching anyone nearby. Trunks and Goten stood shocked in the now only waist deep water. After what happened sunk in, everyone began to laugh, Vegeta even smiled.
A few rain clouds localized solely over the pool later and the party resumed. Tempest walked over to Vegeta, ringing out her pony tail. She leaned on the wall next to him. "Are the parties always like this?"
"More or less," he grumbled.
"You need to loosen up, Saiyan," she teased and elbowed him playfully. Vegeta glared over at her. She was covered in a fine sheen of water from earlier. He watched a drop of water that formed from a strand of hair at her shoulder and followed it with those dark eyes down between her breasts and over her abdomin. His eyes lingered at the edge of the sparse cloth that sat low on her hips. All he had to do was pull a string... "Who's the odd one that keeps staring at me?" Tempest asked casually, interrupting his thoughts.
He glanced across the pool and saw the hermit staring not so subtly over a girly magazine he was holding upside-down. "Roshi, Kakkarot's boyhood trainer."
"Huh? Oh, not that one, the other one," she clarified.
Vegeta saw the pig, quiet literally, drooling over her, much to his agitation. "Oolong, some pig that seems to tag along from time to time," he said dismissively, trying to cover his annoyance.
"Um... not that one," she hadn't realized how much attention she was drawing in this swim suit of Bra's. "The man with the scared face."
Vegeta closed his eyes as his brow twitched in irritation. "Yamcha," he answered through grit teeth. "My wife's ex. A cockroach that used to fight with Kakkarot."
Tempest understood his tone. "You don't like him?" She teased.
Vegeta scoffed. "I had him killed when we first met."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh... You're an odd bunch, you know that?" He looked at her quizzically. "You keep exes around as friends and make family of your enemies." Vegeta thought about it a moment. Tempest became distracted as Bra signaled her over from the doorway. "Oh, I promised I'd help Bra in the kitchen." She have him a light peck on the cheek and headed off.
Vegeta watched her leave. It was a simple gesture on her part, a quick kiss for her man, but it stirred something deep in Vegeta. With a small smile he turned back to the party where his smile died instantly. Yamcha, the hermit, and the pig were blatantly staring and drooling after her as she left. Vegeta growled and gave them warning glares. They all jumped and looked around innocently.
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Every burner on the expansive stove was taken with a pot or pan filled with food. Several were stirring themselves as Tempest sliced some vegetables. She had told Bra to go enjoy herself, saying she had a handle on the food. Tempest was humming to herself, alone in the kitchen, when Vegeta entered the doorway without her notice.
He stopped just inside the door as his eye was caught by her movement. She was moving her hips slightly in time with the song she hummed, dancing in her mind. Vegeta watched her hips, the smooth curves of her ass only half covered by that small bikini bottom. Held together with strings tied at the side, all he had to do was pull a single one and leave her exposed to him. He felt the borrowed shorts tighten.
His eyes traveled up her back, following the long sword scar from the first time he almost lost her. It was still fresh enough to hold deep purple tones. He hadn't realized how much she meant to him at the time, but he was thankful the close call was only that. Vegeta stalked over and ran a hand up her scar, prompting a wave of goosebumps across her skin. Tempest leaned into him reflexively, knowing him by his touch. He ran his hand over the old claw marks on her ribs, long ago settling back to the same pale tone as her skin. His other hand reached down and ran up the scar on her inner thigh, a few shades darker than her flesh.
Tempest breathed a soft moan at his touch, feeling the warmth of his chest from his hanging open shirt on her bare back. Vegeta's dark eyes wandered over her breast where the angry scar from the stab to her heart stood. His hand sought that scar as well, leaving her side to slip under the scrap of fabric that left nothing to the imagination. He could already see the shape of her taught nipples clearly through the damp cloth before massaging the scared one with a calloused palm.
His eyes traveled over her body hungrily as she leaned against him, letting his hands roam where they may as he greedily took in every inch of her. She was littered in scars of varying shades, a true warrior, just like him. In his hunger, Vegeta sank his teeth into the soft flesh at the base of her neck.
"Vegeta," she warned breathily, "There are children here." Even at her own reasoning, Tempest made no move to stop him. His rough hands roaming over her, the hard, smooth warmth of his muscular chest and abdomin behind her, he felt so good.
"They're outside," he growled in her ear. Tempest shivered and leaned further into him. He slid a hand down the front of her swim suit bottom, his fingers caressing her moist folds.
"Someone could see," she moaned softly as his fingers began slowly dipping in and out of her core.
"I don't care," Vegeta rasped, plunging two fingers in deep, inciting a gasp. He pulled them out slowly, torturously, then began to rub small circles over her clit. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, breathing in her ear. Tempest could feel his bulge pressing against her rear as he worked her point of pleasure.
"Gods, no," she moaned. A deep chuckle rumbled from Vegeta's chest. Pushing her foot with his, he spread her legs and bent her over the counter.
Freeing himself and pushing the strip of fabric between her legs out of the way, Vegeta entered her. Tempest gasped as he did so. Gods he felt good. She moaned as he thrust inside her. Vegeta slowly quickened the pace until both found release.
"Vegeta," she breathed his name contentedly. "Vegeta." She spoke as Vegeta straightened his clothes. "Vegeta!" She said sharply and smacked his chest.
"What is it, woman?" He snapped irritated. Tempest nodded over to the hall entrance to the side. Vegeta looked just as someone vanished down the hall with panicked steps. Vegeta growled. "Hmph. Hope they enjoyed the show."
Tempest giggled but smacked his arm. "What if it was a child?" She chastised him.
"They have to learn these things at some point," he said, not caring. Tempest gave him a flat glare. "Fine. I'll check." Vegeta wandered down the hall.
Tempest ran a hand threw her hair and made sure everything was covered before grabbing up a tray of food and brought it outside. Both little ones were playing in the shallow end with their fathers, easing Tempest's worry.
As Tempest turned her back on the party and set the tray of food down, she felt a large hand on her shoulder and heard, "Hey, are those...?" Then everything went red.
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Let me know what you think and hopefully I'll have the next one out soon. -Hel