"So, how'd it go?"
"Fine."
"Fine? That's it? You went to an MMA marketed gym and it was just fine?! Please...even your vagina had to defrost after that."
Rolling her eyes, Chichi sighed at her friends crassness.
"Not everything is about my vagina Bulma."
"You requested a female trainer, didn't you?"
"Bulma…"
"Yep…of course you did." Her flat tone clear over the phone.
Biting her lip, Chichi leaned back against her headboard and stared at the ceiling. She knew this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. Bulma had explicitly commanded that she call after the session. Which wouldn't have been an issue if her workout didn't get derailed by shaggy black hair and a set of dimples.
She purposely took her sweet time making dinner and even stalling with a long bath. Hoping her friend might miraculously forget about their agreement. However, the sound of her phone pinging with an incoming text told her otherwise.
After becoming the Marketing Director at L&B Inc last year, Chichi rarely took anytime for herself. Entertaining the idea of a relationship just wasn't in the cards. Bulma on the other hand had no problem playing around. She never let her position as the Lead Engineer at Capsule Industries slow her down. And when you had more money than God your options were limitless.
The only reason they met is because Bulma didn't want to be known as another rich kid riding her father's coattails. She gave up the chance to study at a more prestigious university and chose Metro West University instead.
What should have been a short stint as roommates turned into an unbreakable friendship that lasted over a decade. Like sisters, they shared almost everything, including their love lives. Chichi would only intervene if she felt her friend was in danger of getting hurt.
But that wasn't enough for Bulma. Her concern extended from her heart to the amount of orgasms Chichi had.
"I didn't get a female trainer. She was out sick."
"Is that so?"
"It wasn't a big deal."
"I'll be the judge of that. So...What did he look like? Hopefully he wasn't an ass hat like the other guy." She said with venom in her voice.
"No, he wasn't rude or anything. He was just…"
"The sexy rugged type?"
"I wouldn't call it rugged."
"Soooo, the cute surfer boy type? Oh, did he have a man bun?! Please say he had a man bun."
Chichi scrunched up her face at the phone. "Dear god no! Why are you so obsessed with the man bun?"
"I think it's cute! Plus I'm trying to cross long hair off my list."
"Well, I have no idea what to classify him as other than a mess. I mean the man wore his lunch on his shirt and had a hole in his pants!"
"Well, it is the gym.
"He wasn't wearing any underwear! It was a miracle I didn't get slapped in the face when he spotted me." She replied dramatically.
Throwing her head back, Bulma laughed at her friends little pun. "Look at you making dick jokes. I'm proud."
Huffing, Chichi jumped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. "Why are we friends again?"
"Because Princess, no one else can deal with your stuck up ass."
"You're one to talk." Reaching into fridge for a bottle of wine. Any conversation with Bulma always required some form of alcohol.
"Oh I know I'm high maintenance." Bulma replied with a sly smile. Lounging on her plush red sofa with her own glass of cabernet.
"Now stop stalling. Let's get back to the guy who almost poked you in the eye. Which, by the way, sounds very kinky."
"It was distracting."
"I bet it was."
Bulma knew her friend was trying to dance around the subject. Chichi would rather die than admit some half-baked dude got her all hot and bothered.
Miffed, Chichi took a long sip of her merlot before she continued. "It was! Not only that, he had me doing this insane exercise routine. And, if you must know yes, he did have a body like Zeus, but that extreme workout he put me isn't earning him any brownie points."
"Does Zeus have a name?"
"Goku."
"Wait...as in Son Goku?" The smile she had quickly disappearing.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
For a moment, Bulma forgot to breath as a year worth of memories flooded her brain. A vision of deep tanned skin and warm toned arms holding her close. Their strong calloused palms gliding down her face.
"Bulma? Is something wrong?"
Allowing her lungs a reprieve, she breathed deep."Yeah. Sorry...that name just took me back."
"Why? Should I be worried?" Concerned by Bulma's behavior.
"No, no...It's just that...Son Goku was the last guy 'he who shall not be named' fought before we... you know."
Chichi clucked her tongue at the revelation. Now she understood the trepidation in her voice. "I see. Vegeta..."
"Yep. A blast from the past."
"You should've let me kill him."
Almost spitting out her wine, Bulma laughed at Chichi's serious tone. What made it funny is that she wasn't kidding. There was beast behind that wholesome exterior.
"Thank you for the offer, but I need you here, not in jail."
"He was already in the hospital. Trust me, no one would've known."
Bulma smiled at Chichi's protective nature. She came from a very old school family and Chichi's sweet father loved his daughter immensely. All it took was one call and a concussion would've been the least of Vegeta's problems.
"That attitude right there is why I love you."
"I love you too. Even though you have horrible taste in men. Now, you're gonna have to explain something to me. I remember Vegeta. He was barely taller than you and Goku has to be at least 30 pounds heavier. Don't fighters need to be in the same weight class?"
"Yeah, but they didn't do an official match. It was done underground. And of course, Vegeta being the asshole he was, never fully explained why they were fighting in the first place." Bulma drawled.
"I thought he was in the hospital because he lost that fight. Didn't you tell me that he blamed you?"
Bulma released a irritated sigh at the memory. "He said I was a distraction he couldn't afford...Fucker! And no, it was actually a tie. They knocked each other out if you can believe it." Taking a deep swallow of her wine.
"And...why exactly do you want me to date one of these jerks again?"
"There's nothing wrong with having a little fun. Just because my relationship was shit doesn't mean you'll have the same experience."
Leaning against the counter, she put Bulma on speaker then took down a bag of chips to snack on. "I beg to differ."
"Look...Vegeta may have been a bastard. But I'll be the first to admit that…his sex was amazing." Bulma said wistfully.
"He reminded me of an Oompa Loompa?"
"Ha! Yeah, he was packing though."
"And that ego. It's no wonder he was such an ass.
Not wanting to relive that part of her life again Bulma changed the subject. "Enough about me. What did you think of Goku? If my memory serves me right he was a walking snack."
"I have no intention of sleeping with your ex-boyfriend's nemesis." Chichi sighed and popped another chip in her mouth.
"Don't be such a prude. He seemed like a nice guy, despite inadvertently ruining my relationship."
"Yeah, he was nice. But, like I said before, he looked like a hobo."
"A sexy hobo who, I might add, owns his own successful business!"
"That would only matter if I wanted to date him, which, I don't."
"I bet you had to wring out your panties when you got home." Bulma snickered.
"I'm hanging up now."
"Love you! We'll pick this up on Friday when you stop lying to yourself." Bulma said sarcastically
"Bye!" Chichi huffed before hanging up.
Walking back to her room, she couldn't help but smile at her insane friend. Despite their different personalities, Bulma's been by her side for years. If it wasn't for her, she never would've acclimated to city life at all.
Most people assumed Chichi came from another big city, but that was far from the truth. She originally grew up out in the country on Fire Mountain where her family owned and operated the largest farm in the area.
Because of their longstanding status, the surrounding villages treated them with great respect. They nicknamed her father The Ox King and affectionately called her princess. Though, in her father's case, the moniker was likely due to his imposing stature.
Chichi herself had a very traditional upbringing, constantly surrounded by people who trained and protected her. This often led to insinuations of being involved in something nefarious, when in actuality, her father was just overprotective.
To help dispel the rumors she chose not to take over the family business and went to college in the city. When she decided to stay her father happily obliged. In spite of her decision to enter the corporate world, she still held on to her traditional values. Family and integrity meant something to her. It's why she could never forgive Bulma's ex for the way he treated her.
And even with Goku, there was no way a guy like that would understand her. All those fighters ever cared about were themselves. He'd eventually show his true colors. All she had to do was wait.
Pushing the troubling thoughts aside she took out her laptop and began working on notes for her morning meeting. Silently praying her original trainer would have a miraculous recovery.
...
Later the next day
"Inhale...exhale. Inhale...exhale. Very good, now the other leg."
Chichi tried to stay focused on her breathing as she stared up at the most incredibly sculpted bulge she'd ever seen.
'Just take me now lord.' She pleaded silently. The above sight putting a strain on her already fragile psyche.
When she arrived at the gym that evening Chichi realized the universe had completely turned against her. The man she hoped to avoid not only greeted her at the door, but permanently declared himself as her official trainer. He felt it would be a shame to treat her like a beginner when she had exceptional physical ability.
Again, she sensed no malice or lechery from his observation. Just pure awe at her aptitude for physical fitness. And though he wore cleaner clothes for this time around, they were completely obscene. His crotch being the focal point for the entire gym. Apparently no one had ever told him that men with his particular gifts should wear shorts over compression pants.
"Okay, final stretch and that's it. Lets do both feet." He smiled down at her.
Laying on the large floor with her arms stretched out, she raised both legs so he could hold her ankles. When she refocus her gaze to his face, she noticed that he was still smiling. Panicked, she hoped that he didn't catch her staring at his balls.
"What?" She asked nervously.
"Purple looks good on you."
"Huh?"
Before releasing her feet, he gestured towards her lavender painted nails. "Your toes are cute."
Unable to control herself, she let out a stream of giggles. "Well that's a first. No ones ever complimented my feet before."
"They don't know what they're missing." He teased as he helped her up.
"Maybe so, but when you manage a bunch of men cute is the last thing you get called."
Looking down at her jaded expression, he squeezed her hand a little tighter. "That's a shame. Cause I think you're very cute."
Surprised by his admission, she looked up to see him staring back at her. His obsidian eyes gentle and full of something she originally thought was a fluke.
"I should let you go. It's after 7 and my grandpa always said I shouldn't keep a lady out too late." He chuckled softly, still holding her hand.
Finding her voice, slowly slid her hand out of his warm grasp. "Tha..thank you. Um..yeah..I should go."
"Drive safe." He winked as she backed away.
Turning, Chichi briskly walked back to the locker room. She kept her eyes forward to ignore the stares of her fellow gym mates. Even from afar their exchange could only be classified as a connection. That rare moment when a person bared their soul. She saw a piece of his...and as of 10 seconds ago, she wanted to see more.
...
Shimmying with each step, Bulma sang to the music coming through the grocery store speakers. "If I was you, I'd wanna be me too, I wanna be me too, I wanna be too."
Pushing her small cart, she scanned the shelves for some late night nibbles. A food service dropped off her meat and produce, but she preferred to get her beloved snacks from the local store. Plus, shopping at midnight was always the best.
No lines, no crowds, and she could walk around in her fuzzy slippers without anyone caring. Smiling to herself, she grabbed a handful of chocolate bars and placed them next to the pickles in her cart. As she turned onto the next aisle, she caught a spotted an all too familiar silhouette. Recognizing the spiky black hair she stopped and slowly backed up before quietly rolling her cart two aisles over.
'No, no, no, no, no!' She thought.
'Shit! Of all the 24 hour stores he chose this one!'
Looking down at her oversized tee and tights, she thanked god she didn't come in the strawberry pajamas like she usually did. Chichi's nagging finally paying off. Now she just had to decide whether chocolate covered almonds were worth bumping into her ex.
"Still making late night chocolate runs?"
'Fuck me.'
Closing her eyes, she cursed her bad luck. After they broke up Bulma had made it her mission to avoid him. She completely remove herself from their shared life and anything that dealt with. She even moved 15 minutes away to reduce the likelihood of their paths crossing.
Bulma sighed as she looked longingly at the checkout. "Well, you know what they say. Old habits die hard."
"With the way you're eyeing that exit it seems running is still part of it." He snorted.
"Excuse me!"
Whipping her head around she saw him standing there with that perpetuate look of arrogance on his face. As if he were a king and the world lay at his feet.
Unlike her, he looked rather decent in a black tank, black pants, and black chucks. The way he could make regular street clothes look sexy was just plain cruel.
She hated how the dark clothes were a perfect contrast to his deep olive skin and how his tight muscles stretched the fabric to it's limit. She hated the smug look on his face as he smirked at her. Knowing full well how his comment got under her skin. Most of all, she hated her bodies reaction the soft scent of his cologne. The leather and vanilla notes still making her weak.
"Listen you bastard, you could have easily gone about your business, but as usual your ego had to make an entrance."
"Guess I should be glad the store's empty or everyone would've heard yours."
Shaking her head in frustration, she kept her voice level as she replied. "You know what. You're absolutely right. Running is my thing and I plan to get as far away from you as possible."
Snatching up the candy, she left the cart and went to the self checkout. She heard footsteps behind her, but ignored them to quickly scan her items.
"So this is what we are now? Strangers?" He asked while using the checkout directly across from her.
"Yep. Total strangers."
Tearing off her receipt, she grabbed her bag and made a beeline for the door. Balancing the small bag, she speed walked and rummaged through her purse for the car keys.
"Bulma! Damn it woman will you slow down?!" Running behind her.
Finally finding her keys, she tried to open the door, but he held it closed. "Oh for crying out loud, WHAT?" She snapped in his face.
"I'm just trying to talk to you! What the hell are you so angry for?" He said in exasperation.
"Are you kidding me? Do you not understand what an insult is? Because that's what you just did!"
"Fine, I'm sorry, alright? You know words aren't my thing."
"Vegeta, words were never a thing for you. Always selfishly saying whatever you want without consideration of anyone else but yourself. Now move!" Jerking the door of her white 5 series. Hoping this thumb might get caught.
"Inconsiderate and an asshole. You've made your point. We can still talk like…"
"Are you ok Miss?"
Both heads turning, they saw the store security guard walking towards them. His hand on the radio at his waist. Not wanting things to escalate, she spoke up. He may have been a jerk, but she didn't want to harm him.
"Yes, I'm fine officer. He was just leaving, Right?" Raising a pleading blue eyebrow.
Pursing his lips, Vegeta snorted and took a step back. "Yeah, I'm leaving. The last thing I want to be is a danger to you." He shot back.
Feeling a little guilty, she watched as he slammed the door of his black sedan and drove off. Thanking the officer, she sat in her own vehicle for a moment before pulling out. Her heart still racing from the exchange.
Needing to calm her nerves, she sped up towards her apartment. Ready to take solace in the chocolate she just bought. With her mind focused candy and a large glass of wine she failed to notice the black Maserati following a few cars behind.