Chapter Thirty-Five: A Problem's Arrival
Bulma instantly stood and quickly made her way after him, exiting the classroom in less than ten seconds. She couldn't have cared less about what happened to Maron, or the faces that were staring at her. The only thing that registered in her mind was that Vegeta had gotten out of there as fast as he could manage without giving the impression that he was a different species, although the entire school had to have some idea about it by now anyway.
But Vegeta never ran away from anything. And especially not Maron. And even though he just threw her to the ground, didn't she deserve it after what she did? It wasn't like she didn't have it coming to her.
Bulma looked right, down the empty hallway, and then left, where she found him, pacing back and forth between a classroom door and one of the school's fire exits. She didn't call out to him, but instead slowly and cautiously walked over, making a little extra noise until he saw her coming, although he probably already knew.
"What do you want, woman?" he asked, and Bulma could tell that he was forcing his frustration-induced loud tone down his throat as he spoke.
"That was…" She paused for a moment, "great," she decided to say. Vegeta stopped pacing and looked at her as if he should have expected her to say such a thing, but he hadn't and it almost took him by surprise. Almost.
"Yes. I'm sure it was very enjoyable for you," he said, rolling his eyes and starting to pace again.
"Why are you out here?" she asked. "Why did you leave like that?"
He didn't answer her right away. Instead, he stopped pacing once again and walked toward her. He stopped not three inches from her and sighed. He shrugged, and Bulma guessed that that was the only answer she was going to get out of him for her question. She remembered Chichi's words that Vegeta had to deal with most of his problems on his own because he wouldn't accept help from anyone else. She wished she could change that so he would let her help, but she knew that it was near to impossible for Vegeta to change his mind.
She knew to expect it when he leaned forward, grabbing her by the shoulders, and pressed his lips upon hers. But just as she wrapped her arms around his neck in reply, the bell rang. Bulma tried to pull away as classroom doors all around them opened and students surrounded them, but he kept their lips locked as the other student began to stare.
"Vegeta," Bulma almost shouted against his lips, "The bell rang. We have to go," she rushed, trying not to let anyone around her see how red her face was getting.
"On a scale of one to ten, woman, how much do you think I care?" he asked, but after kissing her one last time, he released her shoulders and backed off. The people around them continued to stare, but some of them began to move along and murmur rumors to one another. Bulma felt her face heating up in sheer embarrassment.
"I'm going to get you back, Bulma!" a shrill voice suddenly called from down the hallway, "And I hate you, Vegeta! I cared about you! How could you do this to me?! I hate you more than anyone!"
"Music to my ears," Vegeta mumbled, rolling his eyes as he turned.
Bulma turned as well to find none other than Maron, screaming, with a nose bleed trailing blood down the right side of her lower face. It dripped off her chin, and onto the floor with a splatter, staining her designer shoes. Bulma almost flinched, and she would have if it hadn't been Maron.
She heard Vegeta chuckle at the sight of the bitch's messed-up face, so Bulma turned to face him and replied with a bored tone, "Zero."
He shrugged as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.
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After a long day of school, Chichi opened her window for a cool breath of fresh air, and plopped down on her bed. She sighed and stretched her arms out, after having to carry that damn heavy backpack around everywhere. She knew she was going to sprain her shoulder someday with so many books and so much assigned homework all the time. The only thing she had to look forward to was the weekend. Well, that and of course, Goku…
"Phew!" the familiar innocent sigh of her Saiyan boyfriend always put her heart at ease and made it speed up at the same time. She loved Goku with all her heart, and she knew that she would love him forever if such a thing were possible for Earthlings and Saiyans. But she was still eternally grateful for the time she had with him and the time she would have with him in their future together. "Chichi! What are you making for dinner?" he called up the stairs, and Chichi purposefully didn't reply, knowing that he would come up to see her if she didn't make a sound in response to his question.
And just as predicted, she heard the footsteps of him coming up the stairs. "Chichi? Did you hear me?"
"No," she lied, "What did you say? I'm sorry."
"I asked what's for dinner," he repeated. "Don't you have any plans?"
"I wasn't thinking about it actually," she said. Although she didn't admit that pizza crossed her mind because she was feeling a little lazier than usual. "Did you have anything in mind?"
It was always the same conversation, every day, but Chichi never got tired of it. In fact, she even looked forward to it sometimes. She was alone with Goku a lot now that Vegeta had moved in with Bulma and, God help them, her parents. So, she was looking forward to other conversations with him, as well…
When Vegeta stayed with them, since he was a Saiyan, he always knew what was going on, when it was going on, and pretty much everything there was to know about it at the time. And the worst part was that he would bring it up, just because he knew it was embarrassing for her. Goku sometimes talked like he was proud as a response to Vegeta's mocking, but Chichi knew he just didn't understand the fact that his prince was being a jerk-off.
Now, it was all peace and quiet, and Chichi knew that Vegeta earlier mocking was probably because he was jealous of Goku, but now he had a woman of his own, and he had nothing to complain about anymore. Whether he liked it or not, Chichi knew him better than she should. It was partially Goku's fault for talking so highly of his companion all the time when she first met him, but now she could understand him and the things he did. And she knew it was only a matter of time before Bulma understood the same Vegeta that she did. He couldn't hide his thoughts from a woman, especially one like Bulma, whom he was attempting to become close with. And as far as she could see, they were becoming very close, even if they didn't know it just yet.
"I was thinking fish, actually," Goku said thoughtfully, staring up at the ceiling as he fell backwards onto her bed, spreading his arms out and yawning.
"Tired?" Chichi asked, but he shook his head as he continued to yawn. "Fish, huh? I can do that, I guess."
Goku smiled his trademark smile and Chichi couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. He was so adorable when he did that. She was so in love with him…
"What are you staring at?" he asked, narrowing his eyes playfully, and Chichi could no longer help herself. She swung a leg over his left side and landed on top of him, lowering her head to his so their lips could lock. She swiped her tongue over his bottom lip and erotically listened to him groan as he kissed her back with force, wrapping his thick-muscled arms around her and holding her close.
Chichi felt the fresh, crisp air from the open window come down around her neck and the side of her face. She shivered and allowed her body to continue to try and get closer and closer to Goku and his sweet, sweet warmth. His face was less than an inch from hers and she reached behind to lock her fingers with his on their right hands. She moved so that her eyelashes stroked his cheek and she leaned up to graze her lips across his forehead before planting a small kiss there.
Goku could feel his heat beginning to rise. He was enveloped in sweetness. A flood of sensations flooded his entrails and he could feel himself getting hotter and hotter.
"I love you, Goku," Chichi whispered, and he listened closely to her imploring voice. Though it was a small, feminine voice, he knew it and loved it with all his heart. And as she kissed him again, lovingly, he inhaled her magnificent perfume. The stroking of her hair against his face and neck sent shameless chills down his spine.
He turned his head and stroked his lips against her cheek, feeling the full length of her body stretch out against him. He put his movements on pause when he felt her taking off her clothes and tossing them idly to the floor behind her. Goku quickly did the same and threw his across the room as the repositioned themselves to lie flat against the length of the bed instead of hanging off the one side of it.
Goku wantonly felt the swell of Chichi's breasts against his bare flesh as he pushed up against her, wanting no room between them. It certainly was nice to have Vegeta gone after all this time. No interruptions. It was certainly a first, but it wasn't as if they hadn't taken advantage of their alone time beforehand. Now was just another wonderful use of their free time together.
The smooth length of Chichi's thigh brushed up against the side of his leg as she lay atop him. Her tongue touched his lips and she licked at his lips delicately, feeling him smile below her.
Goku was unashamedly immobilized by the chills that shot through him, kindling the passion that now burned inside of him. He didn't want to stop the slow smolder that had caught hold in his thighs and cock. He didn't want to stop the rapturous sensations that were passing over his shoulders and down his back and even through his legs.
Chichi's eyes glowed above him, the light flicker of her lashes more a sensation that a sight. Her lips closed over his once more and he let his body take control of his mind as he sucked on her bottom lip, caressing it with his tongue and grunting when she moaned. He sucked at her mouth, teasing it, listening to her moan and purr in pleasure.
Her skin, which had always looked so porcelain in his eyes, was far from the stiff material. Hers was smooth and plush, and soft like down feathers. Now, it was hot, as if on fire. And it only proved to make the fire inside of him grow even stronger. The heat of her tongue shot into his lips once more, with a wet, delicious and vehement force. It took him so by surprise that he fell, helpless from his own hot desire. He couldn't help but conduct the fire that she poured into his mouth.
Chichi drew her tongue back and sucked with her lips again. Goku felt his entire face tingling as his limbs wound up and around her. He wanted to embrace her so badly. He wanted to take her so badly.
Chichi smiled as she lay against the evidence of his desire, it was impossible to hide, and stroked his chest caringly. She lifted her head up, letting her fair, beautiful black hair fall around his face, and then dipped her head, kissing him, her hair ensnaring him before she pulled back to stare into his eyes for a swift moment.
Goku watched her smile with her striking, eager eyes. They were demanding, and he knew his desires would soon be satisfied. She climbed upon his chest and rode him, looking down at him with exquisite smiling lips. She rocked back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder, rubbing against the confirmation of his passion and lust as it tightened and pushed itself against her in reply. Chichi then parted her legs for him to enter her.
It seemed an emotional amalgamation of elements, the wet, contracting, private pocket between her legs, reserved exclusively for him and him only, and the plethora of silent expressiveness between the two of them. When the orgasm hit, it hit hard. Chichi let out a livid scream, unashamed. She was fully enjoying the fact that they were utterly and completely alone for a mile each way around. There was no one, and she was going to scream Goku's name so loudly that he would be partially deaf for weeks. His own grunts and groans came louder than usual as if in reply, and when it gently subsided, she fell like a dead weight on top of him, panting and breathing heavily. She felt like she had just completed a marathon run or a mile-long sprint. She was exhausted, and all she wanted now was to lay in Goku's arms for as long as he would let her.
But he pushed her off sooner than she would have liked, and his rushed expression as he threw on his clothes made her worry.
"Goku? What is it?" she asked, sitting up and holding the sheets to her breasts, "What's wrong?"
"Someone's here," he said quickly, throwing his shirt over his head as his final piece of clothing and racing down the stairs. "And I think I know who it is."
Chichi noticed that he sounded worried. She frowned. "Vegeta," she said ultimately. "What could he possibly want now that he couldn't have asked for when we were at school?" She folded her arms as she jumped out of bed, rubbing her aching muscles. She had gotten used to being sore all over after making love to Goku. It was practically expected now. She privately wondered whether or not Bulma and Vegeta had such violent sessions yet.
She threw on new clothes and raced down the stairs after Goku. She noticed that the door was open. She walked over and pulled it open all the way, standing next to Goku. She couldn't see his expression.
"What the hell do you want, now, Ve—"
But it wasn't Vegeta at all.
"Kakarot. Good to see you well," the man said. He looked to be about in his late thirties. But the thing that made Chichi freeze was the fact that the man had called Goku Kakarot. Vegeta said he was the only one who called him that because it was his Saiyan name, given to him at birth. How did this man know that?
Then the man's eyes travelled down to Chichi and she felt Goku tense beside her. It made her more nervous than anything. Nothing on this planet made a Saiyan tense. Vegeta might have made up that quote, but Goku had definitely agreed to it. "And I see you've taken a mate on this filthy planet as well. Master Frieza will be happy to know how well you've been treating yourself."
Chichi worriedly looked at Goku. She knew exactly who Frieza was. She had been told so many times by both Goku and Vegeta that she could even envision the horrible monster in her head.
Goku returned her gaze with what Chichi thought she saw was a gulp and some tension. "Chichi," he said, holding out his hand in the direction of the stranger, "This is Bardock… my father."
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Bulma stepped out of her car and greeted Vegeta, waiting against the back door of her house, as usual when they came home after school. She wondered how much hope she would have in convincing him to drive slower. Considering the last time she had tried to compete with him and his motorcycle, she dismissed the thought and unlocked the door.
Vegeta grabbed her arm and spun her around, pecking her on the lips and stepping in front of her to enter the house first.
"Ladies first?" she commented, trying her best to sound offended at his rudeness.
"Your parents seem to be angry with me. I didn't want to put you in the middle of it," he said with a mocking smirk, as if it was going to be fun. Bulma rolled his eyes and followed him into the laundry room.
When she shut the door behind them and smelled the slightly familiar scent of her mother's cooking, Bulma realize that her father was standing directly in front of Vegeta now, his face as red as a tomato.
"Out!" he screamed, and Bulma covered her ears, not expecting the loud noise so suddenly. "Get out!"
"What's going on?" Bulma asked, walking up to him and trying to remain calm. "What did Vegeta do wrong?"
"I just received a phone call that described how your beloved boyfriend hit a girl today in school! I will not have my daughter going out with a boy who thinks he can walk around hitting girls! I want him out, and I want him out NOW!" he bellowed furiously.
"Dad, please. Don't send him away," Bulma said.
"Get out, you bastard!" her father screamed again, pointing to the door over Bulma, ignoring her.
"Dad!" Bulma yelled, trying to get his attention.
"Don't give me the stupid "I love him" bullshit, Bulma!" he snarled, and Bulma heard her mother gasp from the kitchen. "You've got some explaining to do as well!" He held up a small black rectangle that Bulma was afraid to look at. She knew it was the tape. "A pleasant young girl name Maron dropped this off here at about twelve this morning. She told me that she was just physically assaulted by this boyfriend of yours, here. And she wanted to tell me that she's worried about you! She told me the teachers are worried about you! Bulma, you need to get out of this relationship before I feel the need to kill this young man. And God help me, I swear I will!"
Bulma didn't know what came over her, but she knew she was crying as soon as the tears stung the back of her eyes. She couldn't stop them from falling when they did.
"Oh, don't give me this pity act, Bulma! Don't think crying is going to help you, now. I know this boy isn't good for you, and you're going to thank me when you're older! Goddamn it, Bulma! Why couldn't you figure this out on your own?! I thought your mother and I raised you to be smarter than this!"
Bulma cursed herself when she heard herself sobbing and sniffling. Her eyes were glued to the ground in front of her. She was so upset, and she hardly knew what her mind was doing when her tears flowed like rivers and her sadness turned into white-hot anger. She whipped around and grabbed Vegeta by the collar of his shirt. He seemed genuinely shocked when she pulled him after her, out the back door, but she couldn't have cared any less.
"Where do you think you're going, Bulma?!" Her father hollered. "Don't turn your back on me! And you're not going anywhere with that man if I have anything to say about it!"
When she heard her father's loud, angry footsteps following her, she turned around and looked at Vegeta, not caring if she was crying as her face contorted in anger. "Stop him, Vegeta," she commanded, and was actually a bit taken aback when he gently pulled her clenched fist away from his collar and turned around, blocking her father's view of his only daughter.
"Get out of my way, you filthy—"
"You know, I may not have been born on this planet, from Earthling parents, but I thought I understood what it meant. I thought I'd lived here long enough to understand what a family meant to you Earthlings… I guess I thought wrong."
And then he turned without another word, gently holding onto Bulma as she stumbled out the door.