Chapter 8: Insult to Injury

Vegeta woke up on Monday, trying desperately to forget what had happened Saturday. He couldn't believe he'd lost it like that. He thought of the look on Bulma's face as Raditz taunted him. She looked so concerned. Her eyes had been so big and glassy. "Dammit!" Vegeta suddenly yelled, punching the weighted bag in front of him so hard it swung dangerously, almost teetering off its hook. Vegeta was breathing heavy, his bare chest rising and falling at an incredible pace. He was seeing red. He closed his eyes, but he still couldn't get the image of the blue haired temptress out of his mind. The way she stared at him in the parking lot. Her eyes rimmed with unshed tears. He could almost see her heart breaking before him at his words. Vegeta shook out his arms and got into his fighting stance again. It had to be done. For her own protection. I can't bring her into all my shit. She'd only get hurt worse, he thought to himself as he began hitting the punching bag again. It was only 8am and he had more than ten hours before he'd have to make his way to Capsule Co. and face his neighbor again. He has no idea if he'd even be allowed in the building honestly. I'm probably fired, he speculated. He couldn't blame Bulma if that were the case. It'd almost be a relief in a way, not to have to see her. Not to have to look at her in her lab coat and goggles. To not have to endure all the dirty images that'd come to Vegeta's mind of what he could do to her in that lab coat. Or how he'd just love to pick her up and have his way with her at one of her work stations. Vegeta hit the punching bag harshly again, making it sway aggressively. Even when I'm trying not to think about fucking her, I can't help but think about fucking her! God dammit! This time Vegeta's punch sent the bag flying off the ceiling hook. It landed with a hard thud on the floor of his room. He stared at it, his chest rising and falling in short, hurried breathes. He was glistening with sweat. And he just stood there staring at the punching bag on the ground. For one second, he thought of what it would be like to be with Bulma. How their lives would be together. But he forced that thought out of his mind. It was a pipe dream. No matter how much chemistry there seemed to be between him and the blue-nette, he could never let anything come of it. It'd only get her killed, he thought.

Vegeta pulled the hood of his sweatshirt further over his head as he walked down the street, keeping his head down. He moved through the crowds of people on the sidewalk briskly. He could see his destination just up ahead, but as he looked up, a flash of blue caught his eye. His heart was beating in his chest and he faltered in his step. As he looked ahead, the blue he had seen was just someone wearing a hat. He schooled his face in his usual frown and kept on walking. God I'm pathetic. I can't even walk down the street without thinking about that woman. He finally made it to his desired location and gruffly pushed the door open. He stepped inside the tall brick building and his ears perked up at the sound of dumbbells and punching bags being hit. He was home.

"'Geta!" a very tall, bald man standing by the sparring ring shouted. Vegeta made his way over. "It's damn good to see ya! How long's it been?"

"Calm down old man, I was here two weeks ago," Vegeta grumbled.

The man clamped his beefy hand on Vegeta's shoulder, letting out a hearty laugh. "Ha! Has it really been that long?! Well, what the hell brings you here today?"

Vegeta became a little uncomfortable at that question. He didn't want to come here in the first place, but he knew he had to. Nappa was the only one he could go to for the questions he had. Vegeta cleated his throat. "I need to discuss some things with you." Nappa looked at Vegeta and his face immediately lost its cheery expression. He gave a nod and began walking toward the back of the building. He opened a door that led to a decent sized office crammed with filing cabinets. He sat behind the old desk, Vegeta taking the creaky chair before it.

"What happened?" Nappa asked without preamble.

Vegeta turned his head away. "Nothing," he turned back to meet Nappa's eyes dead on. "Yet."

"Don't be cryptic, Ouji. What the hell's going on?"

Vegeta took a deep breath. "There's this woman..."

A huge grin spread across Nappa's face, but then it faltered at Vegeta's serious expression. "Oh..." he paused. "Have you-"

"No. I won't let it go that far." Vegeta turned his face away from the man in front of him, but Nappa still caught the guilty look in his eyes.

"But you want to." It wasn't a question. Vegeta gave him a dirty look. Nappa sighed. "We could always-"

"No," Vegeta said firmly.

"Vegeta-"

"I said no," Vegeta growled. "I won't let you sell this place. It's your life."

"Piss off, you little punk. What about your life?! You haven't been living. Not since Senior and Kumiko died."

Vegeta scoffed. "Died. You mean were murdered. Or have you forgotten that I just came out of hiding a few years ago?"

"Yeah, back when I thought that'd help you get your life back. But now it's even worse for you. If I'd had known things would turn out this way, I would've never let yo-"

"Oh please, like you ever let me do anything. It was my choice. I wanted to go to college and have my own name back. We both knew what was going to come of it."

Nappa put his elbows on the desk in front of him. His face was somber. "Vegeta… this girl-"

"Woman," Vegeta corrected, almost appalled at himself for doing so.

Nappa stared at him. "You really have feelings for this woman." Vegeta turned his gaze toward the wall again. Nappa continued, "You can't just-"

"No," Vegeta interrupted again. He turned his eyes to Nappa, glaring at the bald man. "She's Bulma Briefs."

Nappa's eyes grew wide. Unlike Vegeta, he knew that name instantly. "As in Capsule Corp. heiress?" Vegeta gave a curt nod. "Fuck 'Geta, how the hell did you land that?!"

Vegeta screwed up his face. "I didn't land anything. She's my neighbor. We've hated each other for years. But then I started training her and now I'm her intern-"

"Intern," Nappa said with a chuckle. "Now that's some prime spank bank material."

"Shut it, you creepy fuck." Vegeta's cheeks were tinged slightly pink.

The look on Nappa's face then turned to one of concern. Suddenly a knock came at the door of his office. "Yes!" he boomed to the person on the other side. A small, skinny kid opened the door. "What is it Cabba?"

The boy handed Nappa a manila envelope. "Some tall, buff guy with green hair just came in and said this was for The Prince."

Vegeta and Nappa immediately locked eyes. "Thank you, Cabba. You can go now," Nappa said. The boy nodded and shut the door behind him.

"How the fuck did they know I was here?" Vegeta exclaimed.

"They must've had you followed. Who knows how long they've been tailing you." Nappa laid the envelope flat on his desk. He opened the tab and dumped the contents out in front of him. Out spilled dozens of photographs. They were all of a blue haired young woman, some of her smiling and laughing with friends, others of her walking down the street. "Fuck," Vegeta said softly as he looked at the photos of Bulma and caught one of her asleep in her bed. Nappa picked up one, turning it toward Vegeta. "What's this?" he asked.

Vegeta fell back in his chair. It was a clear picture of him and Bulma standing in the parking lot of the club on Saturday. Looking at it made his heart ache. "It's nothing," he responded.

"Doesn't seem like nothing. This photo is timestamped as the earliest in the pile." He picked up another one and turned it around. "I'm guessing this is one of you walking here."

Vegeta looked at the picture before him and stared at the look on his face. Because he could remember the exact second that photo was taken. The blue hat… "Dammit!" Vegeta shouted, standing up from his chair so quick it fell to the floor with a clatter.

Nappa got up from behind the desk. "What?"

"They know," is all Vegeta said.

"They know what?"

Vegeta punched the cabinet before him. He hung his head as he whispered, "that I love her."

Nappa was taken aback. Not by the fact that Vegeta loved this woman, but by the mere admission itself. It's not like Vegeta to admit something like that. That fact warmed his heart and almost brought a smile to his face. But he could see how much this tormented the young man in front of him. He placed a hand on Vegeta's shoulder. "We'll figure this out."

"How the fuck do you plan to do that," Vegeta barked, turning to face his surrogate father. "I won't let you sell this place, Nappa, so don't even think about it." The fire had died out of Vegeta just then and he leaned down to pick up his knocked over chair. Nappa made his way back around the desk. He looked down at the pile of photos. Just then he noticed the corner of what looked like a piece of paper hidden under the bunch. He grabbed it, unfolding it quickly. Vegeta looked up at him. "What's it say?" he asked, his voice almost shaky.

Nappa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He turned the thick paper around for Vegeta to see. Vegeta thought his heart might've stopped. It was the flyer to the West City Amateur Tournaments. In the corner of the page, written in a neat black scrawl he knew well, read the words, See you there.

"Fuck," Vegeta uttered.

"What?" Nappa asked, sitting down in his chair finally.

"That's the tournament I signed up for. And if Zarbon thought it okay to deliver this here himself, I can only imagine what's in store for me when the fights actually start. You know how their gym is," Vegeta finished.

Nappa did know. They'd had an ongoing rivalry with the Cold Gym for years. Of course he knew why. A boxing studio funded by one of the strongest Mafia families in the world doesn't always play by normal rules. And he knew the kind of fighters that gym bred, especially if Zarbon was any indication. But Nappa was determined. He already lost his best friends, he wasn't about to let their son meet their same fate. And this was a direct threat. "Well, we'll just have you ready then. I'll be helping you train from now on."

Vegeta looked up at the determined looked on Nappa's face. "Okay," he agreed, because there was no arguing with him when he was like this. "But I'm not going to stand idly by," he said, his own determination coming through in his eyes.

"What are you talking about Ouji?" Nappa asked, worried.

Vegeta stood up abruptly. "I'm not gonna just sit here and be threatened." He walked to the door. His hand on the doorknob, he turned and said, "And I won't let them threaten what's mine either."

Nappa looked down at the photos of the blue-nette splayed out on his desk and knew what Vegeta meant. "Fine," he said, "but you aren't going there alone. And not today when you're all riled up. We have to be strategic about this, Vegeta."

Vegeta took his seat again. "What do you propose we do?"

Bulma sat at her work station in her lab at Capsule Co. completely engrossed in the task at hand. She had music blaring through the computer speakers drowning out any thoughts besides the noise and soldering iron in her grasp. Suddenly her music cut out and the voice of Barb, the receptionist, came through. "Miss Briefs, Mr. Ouji is here for his internship."

A cold chill ran down Bulma's spine. She had hoped he wouldn't show his face today. Or any day for that matter. She had already decided that she wouldn't be going to any more of their training sessions. But it seemed the giant ape was determined to keep ruining everything. And it'd raise a red flag with her parents if she told Barb to send him away, and explaining everything to her parents wasn't something she wanted to deal with right now. She let out a sigh. "Go ahead and send him down, Barb."

A few minutes later the intercom buzzer to the lab rang out. Bulma wheeled her chair over to the desk and pressed a button to open the lab doors. In walked Barbara with a sullen looking Vegeta in tow. "Hello, Bulma dear." Bulma looked up at her from the bottom floor. "Hey Barb, thanks for bringing him down."

"No problem dear, you two don't work too hard now." And with that, she left Vegeta standing near the railing and made her way back up front. Vegeta was avoiding Bulma's gaze. The ass has the nerve to act guilty. She didn't have the patience for this. "There's a bunch of equipment I need moved out of the storage unit down here. You can start moving them to the one upstairs on your left." That was all she said before going back to her work. She didn't see him move, but she heard the big doors to the storage closet open.

"What needs moved?" came his gruff voice.

"Everything. I need that entire room cleared so my new chamber can be put in there."

"Alright," was all he said before she saw him carrying two big boxes at once up the stairs to the other storage unit.

It was hard for Bulma to look at him. Every time she did, her heart ached, and the words he told her Saturday night would ring in her ears. 'I feel nothing.' But she couldn't help but take peaks every now and again. He looked… different today. He was quiet. His appearance was just as well kept as the last time he was here. He had on a pair of jeans that showed off his toned ass and muscular thighs. His university t-shirt clung to his form, the back of it drenching with his sweat. Bulma's brain picked that moment to remember the seductive way Vegeta smelled when he worked out. He was making his way down the stairs just then, arms free of anything. He caught her staring at him. He stopped on the stairs and looked back. They stayed like that for a bit before Bulma gave him a dirty look and went back to the project before her. The next time she looked up, she could see him carrying an engine part. She watched as his arm muscles rippled from the strain of carrying such a large object. She had to avert her eyes. God, what is wrong with me! He rejected me and still I sit here drooling over him. A shadow covering her work station brought her back to reality. She looked up to see the man that had been plaguing her thoughts and dreams.

"I'm done."

"What?"

"I said I am finished," he enunciated as if she were slow.

She looked over at the clock on one of the computers. He had only been working for a little less than an hour. No way he finished moving everything already. She got up and made her way over to the storage room doors. She looked inside and the room was completely empty when before there had been boxes upon boxes in there. "Wow, you sure work fast," she said, moving to close the doors before her. She turned to walk back to her station and was surprised by the closeness of Vegeta. It startled her. Enough for her to pull back her arm and punch him square in the jaw, the impact of the punch sending Vegeta's face to turn away from Bulma. He didn't even react as if in pain. He just stood there facing away from the woman in front of him. Bulma didn't say a word. Slowly, Vegeta turned his face toward her, his eyes looking down at her hand. She followed his gaze. He reached for her hand, but she pulled away from him.

"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she yelled, her bottled-up rage at him spilling out a little bit.

Vegeta released a guttural "tch," but grabbed her hand anyway, running his dumb over her knuckles. Bulma flinched at the action. She watched Vegeta inspect her hand, noticing for the first time the discoloration already forming. She looked up at his face and caught his gaze. They locked eyes for a bit before Bulma pulled away from him again.

"I said keep your hands off me, you giant ape. What, has all those fights ruptured your eardrums so you can't fucking comprehend when a woman tells you no?" Bulma asked. "Oh wait," she continued sardonically, "I forgot, you wouldn't know what a woman wanted since no woman would want to go near you, what with your personality."

Vegeta didn't respond. Not even the slightest movement. The lab was quiet, bathed in an awkward silence.

"Head trauma aside, if I do recall correctly, you wanted to be more than just near me only a few days ago," Vegeta replied coldly.

Bulma's face started to turn a little pink. "You're such an ass! No wonder you have no fucking friends. You're stuck on your fucking high horse, Princey."

Suddenly, Bulma was up against the wall. Vegeta's hands on either side of her head. "Listen here, woman," he seethed. "Insult me again, and it'll be the last thing you do."

"Oh yeah," Bulma retorted, sounding braver than she felt. "What are you going to do about it?"

He grabbed the back of her neck then and roughly pressed his lips against hers. She brought her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. His other hand made its way to her rear and squeezed, forcing Bulma to moan into his mouth. He grabbed her then, picking her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He set her down on the desk and began kissing down her neck. Bulma moved her hands into his hair and scratched at his scalp. He moaned against her, gripping her hips tighter, so she repeated the action. This time he gave an involuntarily thrust into her core. Bulma gasped and forced his mouth back up to hers. She reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head.

"Let's go to my room." Bulma breathed out.

Vegeta picked her up and made his way to the lab doors. They bumped and stumbled their way to the elevator. Vegeta had her up against the elevator wall, touching her anywhere he could get his hands on. Eventually they made it to her room, her shirt having come off at some point from the lab to her bed. Vegeta walked around Bulma's bed, suddenly tossing her onto the mattress, making her squeal. He stared down at her topless on the bed as he unbuckled his belt and kicked off his jeans and shoes. He climbed over top her and tugged her jeans off of her. His eyes met the black lace that she wore as underwear and he groaned. "Vegeta," she whispered. He looked up at her, and keeping eye contact, he slowing pulled the lace down her legs. The smell of her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks and he couldn't help but lean down and have a taste. The moment Bulma felt his tongue on her, she couldn't keep quiet. "Oh God, Vegeta!" She felt him groan against her, the vibrations only intensifying her pleasure. "Vegeta. I need you," she said breathlessly. "Inside me." Vegeta let out a strangled groan and moved his way up Bulma's body. Bulma reached a hand down between them and pushed his boxer briefs down enough to free his cock. He didn't waste anytime lining himself up at her entrance before plunging in. "Yes!" Bulma screamed, while Vegeta let out a hiss, letting his forehead fall against Bulma's. He began pumping slowly.

"God you feel amazing," Vegeta huffed.

Bulma clung to Vegeta's muscular form, holding him tight as their bodies slid against each other. "Vegeta…"

Vegeta groaned at the sound of his name leaving her lips in such a breathless manner. He slammed into her, making her squeal in pleasure. "You like that, woman?" he said with a grin.

"Oh, God, yes!"

Vegeta started a new punishing rhythm; pulling out slowly, then slamming into her. Each thrust eliciting sensual noises from Bulma. Her moans where music to his ears. Suddenly, he felt her dig her nails into his biceps and he could feel her spasming around him. She was close. He bent down to lick her nipple through the bra she still wore. He moved to release her right breast from the lacy bra cup and then he descended upon her. Bulma screamed out as she felt his tongue lave at her erect bud. Vegeta reached his hand between their bodies and found her clit, beginning to rub slow circles. He started kissing up her neck and whispered huskily in her ear, "cum for me, woman." He kept up the punishing rhythm on her clit and within a few seconds she was screaming out her orgasm. Her pussy tightened around Vegeta's cock pleasantly, milking him of his release as well. Vegeta gave a few final thrusts before he relaxed on top of Bulma. He kept himself suspended above her on his forearms so he wouldn't crush her. Both of their breathing was ragged. He looked down at the woman below him. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from their forceful kisses, her eyes a bright blue. He was lost in those cerulean pools. Bulma was mesmerized by the depth in his dark eyes. She leaned forward and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Vegeta rolled over on his side, taking Bulma with him. Bulma kicked Vegeta's boxer briefs the rest of the way off as he removed her bra. They laid there in each others' arms, making out and touching everywhere they could. Before long, their physical exertions finally caught up with them and they fell asleep in each others' arms.

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Bulma was awaken by slight movement from the other side of her bed. She opened her eyes to see a still naked Vegeta trying to get out of bed without waking her. "Hey," she said, groggily.

He didn't even turn to look at her before saying, "I need to leave."

"What? Why?" she asked, grabbing his shoulder. She wasn't about to go through him walking out on her again.

He shrugged her off. "Last night was just a lapse in judgement."

"Oh really…" Bulma moved closer to him, reaching down to grab Vegeta below the belt. He groaned as he felt her hand on his cock. He was already semi-hard. "You sure about that?" she said with a sultry grin plastered on her face, before she got up and straddled his lap. She pumped him and watched as his erection grew. Her mouth was practically salivating as she watched the pre-cum form on his tip. She didn't really get a good look at him last night and she was surprised that she was able to take all of him in. The memories of how he felt inside her and seeing his dick now was making her pussy drip. She looked up at Vegeta's face and lowered herself onto his cock slowly, making his eyes close. "Lie back" she instructed him. He grabbed her around her waist making her squeal and moved back up the bed. He laid flat on his back, looking up at Bulma as she really began to move. He breasts were bouncing in his face as she created her own rhythm. Suddenly, he sat forward and latched his mouth onto her nipple, enjoying the sound it elicited.

"Bulma did you end up staying all night here agai-" Panchy asked, opening the door to Bulma's room.

"Mom!" she shouted, as her and Vegeta tried to cover up with the blanket.

"Sorry kids!" she said closing the door. "Breakfast is ready downstairs when you guys are done!" she called from behind the door, completely unfazed.

Bulma tried to get off of Vegeta, he was still hard inside of her. But he wouldn't let her up. She looked at him quizzically. "What are you doing?"

"She said we can come down after we finish," he said with a smirk.

"No way."

"Come on, woman," he moved his hips and Bulma gasped. He did it again and her eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy. He flipped her over so he was above her.

"What happened to this being a lapse in judgement?" Bulma said cheekily.

Vegeta's mind swarmed at the question. He knew she was right. That he should leave. But he didn't care anymore. The men that'd been after him his whole life already knew his feelings for the woman below of him. And right now, all he wanted was to have her for as long as he could. Because come Saturday, he might not have her at all.

He didn't respond, instead giving her a searing kiss before he started moving inside her again, completely obliterating Bulma's mind of anything but the feel of him.