Author's Note:
literally smut right out the gate ;) you've been warned*
Chapter 25: Dinner for Schmucks
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Vegeta smashed his hand on the alarm clock, effectively cutting off the annoying beeping sound. "Ugh," he groaned, rolling over to wrap his arms around his stretching girlfriend. "It's Sunday. Why the hell is the alarm set, woman?"
Bulma yawned. "I have to go home and help my mother with this big dinner of hers today."
"Why?" Vegeta asked. Bulma in the kitchen had him nervous.
Bulma sensed his thoughts, frowning at him. "Don't worry. I won't be doing any actual cooking. She demanded I be there to set up and help with decorating and stuff."
Vegeta grunted, relieved. He snuggled closer to her, nuzzling the side of her neck. "When do you have to be there by?" he husked in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Two-ish," she breathed.
It was only 10am. Plenty of time. Vegeta smirked. He moved one of his arms, sliding his hand down Bulma's soft stomach. He heard her breath hitch. He maneuvered his hand underneath her sleep shorts and tugged at her curls, making her twitch. He sat up and shimmied down the bed, pulling the blanket away and spreading Bulma's knees apart. Vegeta looked up at Bulma's face. Her cheeks were pink, her neck already flushed. She was turned on and he had barely touched her. He slowly removed her shorts, exposing her blue curls to the air. He settled in between her thighs, licking lightly at her opening. Bulma mewed as he tongued her. He wanted to take his time. And he planned on getting her to cum more than once. Just thinking about it made his dick harden. He teased her. Leisurely swiping his tongue over her. Big, long, slow swipes up her slit to her clit.
"Vegeta," Bulma begged. She needed more direct contact. Vegeta just moaned against her, the vibrations making her juices flow over his face. She couldn't take the torture and grabbed ahold of his head, thrusting her core against Vegeta's tongue, taking her orgasm in her control. Yes! Vegeta screamed in his head. He loved when she rode his face like this. Using him like her very own sex toy. He wiggled his tongue against her as she humped his face, moving his head up and down against her.
"Oh god! I'm CUMMING!" she shouted, her body spasming as she reached her climax. Vegeta grabbed ahold of her thighs so she couldn't pull away. He lapped up her cum, moaning at the taste. He flicked his tongue over her clit quickly.
"Vegeta. No. I can't," Bulma breathed. She was so sensitive. She didn't know if she could cum again.
But Vegeta didn't stop. He just kept eating her out, his tongue incessant. He pulled down his boxers with his other hand, freeing his cock. He started pumping himself as he finger-fucked Bulma, keeping up his licks on her clit. She had her thighs in a death grip around his ears and he was starting to lose vision. He curled his fingers inside her, pressed her g-spot as he increased the pressure of his tongue. He was thrusting in his hand, so close. Then he felt Bulma still, her limbs going ridged before she screamed and started violently shaking. Vegeta lost it. He grunted and came all over the sheets beneath him.
He rested his head on her stomach, ignoring the stickiness of the sheets. Bulma played with the strands of his spiky hair as they both tried to catch their breath.
"Thanks for breakfast," Vegeta said after a beat, smirking. Bulma smacked him upside the head and he just chuckled.
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Bulma walked into the kitchen to see her mother stirring a big pot and keeping an eye on several other pots and pans on the stove. She could smell chicken roasting in the oven.
"Hey mom."
"Hey honey! Where's Vegeta?" Panchy asked, looking at her daughter standing alone in the entryway.
"He'll be over later with the others."
"Okay. Well, why don't you go ahead and start taking down the china. We'll be eating in the dining room tonight. Oh, and get down the polished silver too. It's in the back room."
Bulma walked over to her left, entering a big storage room off the kitchen. She stood on a step stool to retrieve the fancy silverware her mother requested. As she jerked the big luggage-like box from its shelf, a hidden old book tumbled to the floor.
"What's this?" Bulma asked as she brought the old book out to the kitchen table along with the case holding the flatware.
Panchy wiped her hands on a towel and came to look at what Bulma was talking about. "Oh, I haven't seen this old thing in years!" She opened the busted-up photo album and Bulma leaned forward to get a better look. The first image was a 12x12 picture of Bulma's parents on their wedding day, smashing cake into each other's faces. "Ah, we were so young back then," Panchy said thoughtfully. "You're father hadn't even started Capsule Corporation yet. We barely had a penny to our name."
Bulma looked at the photo and smiled. Her parents loved each other so much, even to this day. It made her happy. Panchy flipped the page. There were several photos of her parents on a tropical vacation. The next page, Panchy and her husband standing in front of a SOLD sign in front of a small house. Then one of Dr. Briefs holding up a small capsule and smiling. Panchy continued flipping through the album. More of Dr. Briefs in his lab. Bulma smiled at a photo of her father and her pregnant mother standing in front of the dome-shaped building she's always called her home. Panchy giggled at one of her husband in front of a Capsule Corp. sign with his thumbs up. A bunch of blurry pictures of Panchy pregnant and in her garden. Photos of Bulma at the hospital the day she was born. Then dozens of images of her growing up; crawling, learning to walk, birthday parties with cake all over her face, running in the garden as Panchy tried to catch her, with her dad in the lab. So many pictures of a small blue-haired little girl and her loving parents.
Finally, Panchy turned the page and Bulma exclaimed, "oh my god." She smiled down at the small Polaroids of her, Goku, and Raditz as kids. Of them at the beach. The carnival. Even one of Bulma testing her first science kit as the two goggled-clad brothers looked at the beakers in wonder.
"You kids were so cute. Always together. I'm glad you three are still so close," Panchy said, her tone reverent.
Bulma felt the sudden urge to cry. Seeing these photos reminded her of all she had recently learned about the Sons. Of the pain they suffered as children that she knew nothing about. Had her parents known? Was she a terrible friend for never knowing about their home life? She knew their mother had died a few years back. Their father was never really around, even though they'd talk to him every now and again. But other than that, she didn't know much else. Were they just good at keeping that part of themselves hidden? Or was she too self-absorbed to care to ask? Bulma felt a little sick.
"What're we looking at?" Dr. Briefs asked, pulling Bulma from her introspection, as he entered the kitchen with Scratch on his shoulder.
"Bulma found our old photo album. Come look at how adorable we were, honey."
Panchy showed her husband the first few photos in the album, allowing Bulma the chance to catch her breath and clear her head of her spiraling thoughts. She watched her father's mustache lift at the corners as he smiled at the images.
"And we're still quite a pair," he said, kissing his wife on the top of her head. Panchy giggled, giving Dr. Briefs a loving look.
Bulma had to look away. She felt like she was trespassing on a private moment for some reason. She thought about Vegeta. She wondered if their relationship would last as long as her parents. Would they get married? Would they grow old together? Bulma shook her head. Why're my thoughts turning so depressing today? she wondered.
"You okay, dear?" Panchy asked.
Bulma turned her head back to face her mother. She gave a small smile. "Fine. Just a bit pensive today."
"Pensive, eh?" Dr. Briefs repeated. "Sounds to me like you need to get back in the lab. Put those brain cells to use." He tousled her hair like he used to when she was little.
Bulma just laughed. "Maybe. When construction starts up again."
Dr. Briefs hid his worry for his daughter. He hadn't seen her in the labs in days which was very unlike her. But he wouldn't push. Innovation takes patience. "Well," he clapped his hands. "I've come to help. Where do you need me?" he directed at Panchy.
"Oh, how sweet of you, dear! You can help Bulma take down the china. We'll need the soup bowls, bread plates, service plates, dinner plates, water goblets, and the wine glasses," she ticked off on her fingers. "And then you two can go do the place-settings for me in the dining room. Make sure to take the chargers and glasses with you. And the silverware. Leave everything else." Panchy turned back to the stove as Bulma and her father set to work.
"Looks good," Dr. Briefs stated thirty minutes later as he looked down at their handiwork. He pulled Bulma into a side hug.
With the dining room set and Panchy in her zone in the kitchen, Dr. Briefs returned to his lab and Bulma laid on the couch in the big downstairs living room. Her phone buzzed as she started dozing off.
'Hey. Let me in.' Read Vegeta's gruff message.
Bulma went to retrieve her boyfriend. As she walked through the atrium, she could see Vegeta leaning against the archway in the foyer. He was dressed in a dark royal blue button up shirt, white slacks, and light brown dress shoes. He looked up when he spotted her and gave her a smirk. She opened the door with a big smile."You're early."
"I got bored." He leaned down to kiss her.
"Where're Nappa and the others then?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Nappa was reading last thing I knew. And the two idiots were in the middle of some kind of video game battle." He attempted his kiss again.
"Well, come inside then," she tugged on his hand and dragged him through the jungle.
They ended up back in the living area Bulma had just left. She sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to her for Vegeta. He grinned, instead towering over her, leaning forward so she fell back onto the cushions. He hovered above her. She looked exquisite. Her hair splayed out on the cream colored cushion above her. He could see her chest heaving up and down as her breathing accelerated. He moved down to run his nose along the span of her throat.
"Ah... you smell so good, woman," Vegeta groaned against her skin. Bulma held her breath.
"Hey Bulma, did someone just come in?"
At the sound of Panchy's voice, Bulma and Vegeta immediately separated. Scrambling to sit casually on the couch.
"Oh. Vegeta. I didn't expect you here until later. Are the others on their way?" Panchy questioned.
"Not yet, ma'am. I told them to be here by 6:30. I hope that's alright."
"Of course! We can have a little champagne in here before dinner then." Panchy seemed lost in thought.
"Do you need anything else from us, mom?" Bulma asked, still embarrassed once again at almost being caught by her mother.
"No, no. You two relax. I'll just be in the wine cellar a moment. If you need me, you know where to find me." She turned and walked back to the kitchen.
Vegeta pressed his lips against the side of Bulma's neck. "I feel like your mother has a sixth sense. She knows just when we're up to something and must always interrupt."
Bulma giggled. She pushed him away. "No hanky-panky on the couch, mister."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Because we aren't horny teenagers. We don't need to be making out on my parents' living room sofa."
"Have you before?"
Bulma blushed. "Yes."
Vegeta's eyes heated in annoyance. "With the weakling?"
Bulma didn't like where this conversation was going. Vegeta gently tugged on Bulma's chin. "I'm not mad," he said. Bulma stared up at him. He caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. "I have an idea of what we can do."
A few minutes later, Bulma was half asleep with her head in Vegeta's lap as he rubbed his fingers softly along her scalp. Vegeta began to drift as well. Before they knew it, they were both sound asleep. Only woken up when Vegeta's phone started ringing. Vegeta startled awake. He looked down to see Bulma still asleep in his lap. He tried to retrieve his phone without jostling her too much.
"Yeah," he said, sleep heavy in his voice.
"What're'you asleep?" Nappa asked on the other end.
"Until you decided to call. What do you want?"
"Should I wear a suit?"
"What the hell are you on about?"
"Should I wear a suit to this dinner? I have two different ones and I don't know which to choose."
Vegeta ended the call. He shook his head. "Annoying fucker," he mumbled under his breath.
A few hours later, Vegeta was woken up once more by something rubbing against his leg.
"Vegeta. Stop twitching," Bulma groaned.
"There's something on my leg."
Bulma rolled over to see a small black cat attacking Vegeta's shoe strings. "It's just Scratch."
"What the hell is scratching me!?" He jerked his leg.
"Calm down! Goodness. It's my dad's cat." Bulma sat up and saw Vegeta relax.
He looked down to see a tiny black ball of fur with big eyes staring at him. He patted the couch next to him and the little thing jumped into his lap. Vegeta began petting it behind the ears, making it purr.
"You like cats?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. The image of her big, muscley boyfriend smiling down at the tiny cat made her lips curl with laughter. Vegeta just shrugged and kept fluffing Scratch's fur. Bulma giggled. She checked her phone. "Oh my gosh! It's already 5:45! I need to get ready." She jumped up from the couch and bounded up the stairs. Vegeta reluctantly set Scratch down and went to follow her.
Vegeta sat on the small chaise lounge in Bulma's bedroom, waiting for her to come out of her enormous walk-in closet. "Are you almost done yet, woman?" he barked.
"Keep your hair on!"
He could hear bustling from behind the door. A few moments later, the door opened and out stepped his girlfriend. She had her hair braided like Katniss, twisted in a bun at the side of her head. She wore a dark purple cocktail dress that flowed from her hips. And she held a pair of kitten heels in her hands. She almost looked like a 50s housewife. She walked over and sat down next to Vegeta.
"What?" Bulma asked at seeing the perplexed look in his face.
Vegeta shrugged a shoulder.
"What?" She sounded annoyed now.
"You just look like your mother in that getup," Vegeta said, waiting for her to hit him.
"Pshh. Yeah. I learned at an early age my mother's idea of dinner attire. And southern belle is the style."
They made their way back downstairs, walking in the opulent living room to see Panchy – dressed in a light yellow dress with red flowers adorning it and a petticoat underneath so she really did scream retro – pouring champagne into flutes and Dr. Briefs, looking spiffy in a classic gray suit and tie. This was the first time Vegeta had seen him without his signature lab coat.
"Hey kids!"
"Hey daddy," Bulma said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Panchy stood up straight and smoothed out the front of her dress. She seemed a little nervous. "Our guests will be here shortly. Greta will escort them in, then we can mingle in here a bit."
"Oh, Greta is here tonight?" Bulma asked.
"Yes. She's helping me with serving and clean up. She's about as excited as I am," Panchy smiled.
Vegeta looked confused, so Bulma leaned in and whispered, "Greta is our housekeeper. She's not around much anymore since I moved out. But the lady loves entertaining and working events. She's a sweet older woman." Vegeta nodded in understanding.
As if on cue, a beautiful heavyset woman with short blonde hair in a light blue uniform came into the parlor accompanied by Raditz, Nappa, and Goku.
"Mrs. Briefs, your guests have arrived," Greta said in a slight accent.
"Thank you, dear. I'll meet you in the kitchen in a bit," Panchy stated.
Greta retreated as the hulking men stepped into the room. Raditz looked most himself, dressed in a black dress shirt and dark khaki jeans. Goku wore the same outfit he had on for his date with Chi Chi. And Nappa wore an unfortunate looking brown-colored suit with a cream shirt and red tie.
"Good evening, Panchy, Dr. Briefs. Thank you for having us into your home," Nappa greeted. Raditz was struggling to hide his laugh at Nappa's formality. Vegeta just shook his head.
"Such a gentleman!" Panchy simpered.
Bulma's dad stepped forward. He held his hand out for Nappa to take. "Our pleasure." His voice took on a slightly different undercurrent, but his expression was as genial as usual. Their handshake lasted entirely too long.
Raditz broke the tension by coming up to Dr. Briefs and pulling him into a big bear hug. "How's it goin', Mr. B!"
Dr. Briefs laughed. "Not bad, my boy. Not bad."
Goku followed suit and gave Panchy a tight squeeze. "Mrs. B! You look so pretty tonight."
"Oh Goku. You flatterer," she chided.
Vegeta watched this familiar display in astonishment. He knew the Briefs and Sons were close, but never would've been able to picture Raditz and Dr. Briefs hugging it out like old chums.
"Everyone sit. Sit!" Panchy commanded. "Grab some champagne. Dinner will be served in just a few minutes." She left the room to go help Greta in the kitchen.
Bulma was left alone with the five men. Vegeta led her over the the sofa and smirked at her. She just rolled her eyes.
"What?" he asked through his smirk.
"You. Intent to be all naughty on the sofa."
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "It's one of the few places we haven't christened yet. But I'll cross it off the list eventually, woman." Bulma saw his eyes darken.
"Whisper, whisper, whisper," Raditz said conspiratorially. Vegeta shot him a dirty look, but fought the urge to punch him in the face by taking a sip from his champagne flute.
Before anyone could get really comfortable, Panchy returned, demanding they all follow her into the dining room.
The dining room was just down the hall, connected to the kitchen by a small service entrance. The table expanded the length of the room with an intricate chandelier above. Mirrors of varied sizes and small vintage paintings adorned the wood-paneled walls. Vegeta felt like he was in a museum. The table was set, a place card dictating the seating arrangements. Panchy took the seat closest to the kitchen door at the head of the table as Dr. Briefs claimed his seat across from her at the other end. Goku sat to the left of Panchy with Vegeta on her right. As the boys sat down, she gently touched their hands with a smile, happy to have them there. Bulma was seated next to Vegeta, her father on her right and Raditz before her. He gave her a smirk and she smiled. Nappa was stationed in between the Sons. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he took his seat.
"You have such a lovely home," he commented, feeling a little out of his depth. Should've worn my other suit...
"Thank you. You're too kind," Panchy replied.
"Nappa, you've been here before," Raditz reminded him.
The tips of Nappa's ears grew red. "I've only ever been to the gym. Never seen much of the rest of the place."
"The compound is rather large," Dr. Briefs cut in. "It houses our home here of course. As well as the atrium into Capsule Corp. which you have seen. There are two basements; the one you have been in where the fitness center resides and the one holding our labs. We also have two other buildings on the grounds belonging to my corporation. Then there's Panchy's lovely garden expanding several acres. And the swimming pool out back."
Nappa whistled between his teeth. "Phew. This is quite a property then."
"Yes. Quite." Bulma could see her father's mustache lift in a hostile smile. Oh boy. She took a sip of her water, hoping the tension would dwindle as dinner went on.
Conversation stopped as Greta came in pushing a cart laden with plates. Panchy stood and retrieved a chilled wine bottle from the center of the table and began filling glasses as Greta placed carrot soup and bread before everyone. She made her way back to the kitchen and Panchy retook her seat.
"Carrot soup to begin. I hope you enjoy!"
Everyone dug in. Bulma loved her mother's soup. She had no idea how it was always this good.
"Mmmm!" Goku groaned. "It's been so long since I had this, Mrs. B."
"Still delicious as always," Raditz stated. "I remember having this almost every weekend as a kid. Surprised I never turned orange."
Panchy giggled. "You boys flatter me too much!"
They ate their soup in relative silence, everyone starving and enjoying the food. As the last bowls were scraped clean, Greta returned once again, this time with their entrees, removing their dirtied dishes as she went.
"Tonight I made for you all slow roasted Cornish hen with a chimichurri sauce. Served with roasted squash and zucchini, savory sweet potato mash, and a small spring mix salad with a cranberry vinaigrette," Panchy listed with a smile.
Everyone cut into their food, the sound of forks scrapping echoing around the room.
"This is delicious, Mrs. B," Goku stated around a mouthful of chicken. He shoveled sweet potatoes in his maw as Vegeta looked at him in disgust.
Panchy smiled at the compliment. She turned her attention to Vegeta. "So Vegeta. Bulma tells me you took her out on a date the other night."
He almost choked. "Yes. Nappa is old friends with a chef. I took her to his restaurant Wednesday night."
"It was lovely. And the food was delicious," Bulma added with a smile at Vegeta.
"Not as appetizing as this," Nappa rebutted, smiling at Mrs. Briefs as he pointed to his plate, making her cheeks pink.
"Now Nappa," Panchy addressed him. "Do you have a wife of your own you take on such fancy dates as well?"
"No ma'am. Never found a woman to settle down with. Or one to accept my profession."
"Oh codswallop! You are such a charmer. And handsome. I don't believe that for a second."
Nappa readjusted his tie, uncomfortable at Mrs. Briefs words.
Raditz looked at Dr. Briefs and saw a fire in his eyes. Oh no. He knew all too well what that man was capable of. "This bald geezer still has time to find himself a lady friend, don't worry. Hey! Maybe he'll bag himself one of the Octagon Girls at the tournament," he chuckled, rubbing Nappa's head. Goku and Vegeta snorted.
"Bulma," Dr. Briefs interrupted, his eyebrows creased. "Some of your engineers stopped me earlier today. They said that they'll have construction back up on your project in a few days. Told me to let you know."
"Oh," Bulma looked up in surprise. "Well, that's good. About time. It's been weeks." She absentmindedly pushed her food around her plate.
Vegeta noticed the edge in her voice. Almost like she was nervous. He wondered why. He reached down and squeezed the hand in her lap reassuringly. She gave him a small smile.
"So, you boys are all in the tournament, yes?" Dr. Briefs continued.
"Yup," Goku nodded.
"It's getting close now."
"Yeah. Weigh-in is Friday. Then the first bout is the following week." Raditz paused. "Apparently dad is suppose to be there..."
"He is?" Goku asked, surprised. Everyone looked up at Raditz. His expression was grim.
"You training them well, Nappa?" Dr. Briefs inquired, ignoring the mention of Raditz's and Goku's father.
"Yes sir. They've been doin' pretty well too. They're determined, these three."
"Oh, I just don't know how you boys do it. Beating on each other like that. Or how my husband watches such blatant violence," Panchy said, shooting an odd look toward her husband.
"Bulma, how has your training been going? You still teaching her how to punch a guy out, 'Geta?" Raditz side-stepped.
"She's doing really well, actually. We spar every Saturday morning."
Raditz winked at Bulma, but held his tongue at the amazing opportunity for a dirty joke.
"You all have graduation coming up soon. Is this tournament going to affect you completing your classes?" Panchy asked.
"No ma'am," Vegeta replied. "We have a strict schedule set for study hours and training."
"Plus, Chi Chi would have my head on a platter if I ever got behind in school," Goku added. "Which reminds me! Have you guys RSVPed to her party yet?" he directed at Vegeta and Bulma.
"Yes. I believe Bulma sent it out a few weeks ago." He turned to look at his girlfriend. She looked odd. Like something was truly bothering her. He frowned at her, but she didn't give any indication she was going to explain her mood.
Bulma nervously went to pour herself more water from the pitcher and ended up spilling it everywhere as her fingers trembled. "Sorry!" She jumped up from her chair and started dabbing at the soaked tablecloth.
"It's alright, dear. Just some water."
"I'm going to fetch some more napkins," she said, hurrying into the kitchen. She took a deep, cleansing breath once she was away from everyone.
"Something wrong, dear?" Greta asked, approaching Bulma.
"I'm fine. Just spilt some water."
Vegeta entered the kitchen behind them. "Bulma. Are you alright?" He held her by the tops of her arms and looked deep into her eyes.
"I'm fine."
"That's bullshit. What's up with you? You've been in a mood all night."
"It's nothing. Okay. Just drop it." Bulma grabbed some more linens from the kitchen island and went back to the dining room.
Vegeta stood there for a moment.
"Don't worry," Greta said lightly. Vegeta looked up at her friendly face. "Miss Bulma can be a moody one."
When Vegeta returned to the table, everyone was laughing and enjoying their time together. Goku was retelling some story from their childhood as Raditz and Dr. Briefs were doubled over in laughter. Vegeta ignored the others and stared at Bulma. She was putting on a front now. But he could tell she was only pretending to be happy.
Dinner conversation continued into the night and the Sons grew more boisterous as the evening wore on. Regaling everyone with stories of their adventures and exploits with Bulma. Vegeta found out that Raditz and Dr. Briefs spent a lot of time together when he was child. He could see that Raditz held the Doctor in high regards. And it was a pleasant sight, watching the two bicker about sports and politics. Bulma would butt-in with her comments, getting into heated debates with Raditz. Goku entertained Panchy with his mentions of Chi Chi and classes with Krillin. Nappa switched between conversations easily, trying to get Bulma's father not to hate him by talking sports while also making Panchy giggle every few minutes with a lame joke. Vegeta tried his best not to feel like an outsider, joining in discussions of his classes and athletics.
"Well, I say it's about time for dessert," Panchy exclaimed several minutes later.
As if she heard the words, Greta came trotting in with a tray of sweets.
"Tiramisu? Awesome!" Goku shouted happily.
Vegeta looked at the confection in front of him. It looked amazing. Tiramisu was one of his favorite desserts and the fact that this woman was able to make it herself astounded him. "Wow Mrs. Briefs. This looks like something from a five star restaurant."
"Oh stop!" Panchy slapped Vegeta lightly on the shoulder.
Bulma groaned as she took a bite of her dessert. She licked her spoon of cream and Vegeta's eyes darkened. She squeaked when she felt his hand on her thigh. He smirked at her. She gave him a defiant glare, removing his hand and depositing it back into his lap. Vegeta chuckled outwardly, but was still curious about her behavior.
Talk returned to calmer waters as they finished their desserts and topped off on wine. The night was coming to a close and it seemed like they were all trying to extend their time together. Panchy looked over the table at her laughing guests, content. What an amazing evening it's been...