Chapter 4
A/N
I'm on a role. Yeah that's right.
Jealous?
You should be.
The silence bothered Chi-chi. It bothered her a hell of a lot more than the gasping.
"Was it your boyfriend?" No.
"Do you need to talk to someone Chi-chi?" No.
"Oh my GOD! Chi-chi! What happened to you?" The best fucking thing in my life.
But the silence she couldn't bear.
She had two black eyes and some people would see her, look away, and look back with big eyes. Surprised. Chi-Chi would stare back stoically.
Yeah that's right, I have two black eyes and cuts on my face. I didn't tuck my shirt in.
What are you going to do about it?
They backed down.
Others, already knowing about the injury (water cooler gossip), would try to be nonchalant as they passed by, snuck a look, stared from the corner of their eyes. Chi-chi let them.
Her boss, Mr. Edwards, called her in at 1:35. She stood before his desk, silent.
I'm fucking emanating defiance.
He cleared his throat. Clasped his hands on his desk. Tried to begin.
"Miss Mau. It's- uh, well, it's good to have you back. I just want to thank you for all the hard work you've put in the last couple of weeks. You're doing this company a lot of good and- uh, suffice it to say, people are noticing…
"In any case, Miss Mau… Chi-chi, are you all right? I mean, you look… different."
"I look like shit." She challanged.
"Well, you certainly do seem a little worse for the wear."
"I feel great," she said, cutting him off.
"Be that as it may, Miss Mau, I think it would be best if we kept you here for a couple of weeks. Let you settle. We'll send Charlie out for this next batch.
"Chi-chi, I don't want you think we're demoting you. Just consider this… half-time. Like in basketball? You've got to regroup and get your head back into the game. As soon as you think you're up for jumping back in, you just let us know, though. As soon as you can give us 110 percent."
She smiled tightly and walked away.
I can't fucking give you more than 100 percent you incompetent bastard. That's why there is a 100 percent. So you can give all you've fucking got. No one has an extra 10 percent just lying around.
Oh here you go, sir, here's that last 10 percent I promised you.
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Did she still need them?
They used to be her drugs. For about a year, she practically lived in church basements and shelters. Drinking their cheap coffee and sitting in those collapsible chairs.
After Bulma, Chi-chi felt like she didn't need anything.
The two of them had quickly settled. Chi-chi had been living on Paper Street with the enigmatic Bulma for a week now.
Life was… better. Easier. Simpler. Cleaner.
Now, a desire filled her. Chi-chi quickly identified that she didn't need the support groups.
She needed closure.
She needed to see Vegeta again.
So that night, a Monday, she went to melanoma. She arrived early and watched the people shuffle in, everyone alone. There was a sad, hushed ambiance that settled over the room, sick people who needed to forget, who needed comfort.
Chi-chi thought of Chloe.
Who needed to get laid.
Ha. Chi-chi had that much in common with them.
Finally, Vegeta came in, glorious, worshipped by a cloud of cigarette smoke, looking good in a tight black tank-top, black leather pants, and huge combat boots. He stopped in the doorway, took a drag, and blew out a ring.
Chi-chi watched it dissipate.
He was staring at her.
Her cuts weren't quite healed.
He slinked up and walked down the row behind Chi-chi's, quiet, somehow unsettling the feel of the room.
Maybe Chi-chi wasn't the only one who knew he was a fake.
He took a seat behind her and leaned forward. Breathing into her face, he said,
"You look like shit." Chi-chi turned to him and offered a weak half-smile. "Where the hell have you been?" he growled.
"What do you mean? You mean sickle-cell?" She asked. That was the only meeting they still had in common.
"I cheated. I went to all of yours for a week. You missed all of them."
"Working," she said. The thought depressed her. She didn't want to be reminded. "Look, I don't think I'll be coming-" Just then, the leader stood up and started talking.
"Welcome back, everyone. It's great to see your faces, whether old or new. I'd like to take this time to allow a moment of silence for those of us who won't be coming back."
Chi-chi bowed her head.
"Who the fuck cares?" Vegeta growled into her ear. She shivered. He sat back, satisfied, kicking his legs up onto the chair next to Chi-chi's.
-
It was time for one-on-one.
"Let it out, share yourself," the leader advised, walking around.
Vegeta grabbed Chi-chi and pulled her into a dark corner. She stopped him, pulling back.
"I think you need to share yourself, Vegeta," she said with big eyes, mocking him. She held her arms open for a hug.
He stepped into her arms.
And grabbed her ass.
Oh, hi there.
"What were you saying before?" He whispered into her ear. Chi-chi couldn't let herself be distracted.
"They're all yours, Vegeta. Congratulations. You've won. I won't be coming back." He ignored her.
"What are all those cuts on your face? It kinda looks like someone punched you in the eyes… and it's just now healing. Either that, or you forgot to put on makeup today. You're extremely ugly."
"Maybe I was in a fight," she said, for a moment proud.
"Ha! More like your boyfriend beats you," Vegeta snorted. He paused. "Does he?"
"I was in a fight," she repeated.
"With your boyfriend," he insisted.
"I don't have a boyfriend!"
She felt stupid.
"No big surprise there."
It all started combining.
Their position, the lighting, the tension, the weeks and weeks of separation, the lust, the need, the urge, the drive.
Soon they were kissing. Furiously.
'Can he throw me against a wall?' Bulma mocked.
Check.
Chi-chi pushed him away. This was way too public.
The meeting was over.
People filed out.
Chi-chi raced past them, trying not to push.
"Hey!" She heard him call. He caught up to her. "Hey, what the fuck! What do you think you're doing?" She turned around. She was done with pretending.
Pretending that buying things made her happy.
Pretending that she liked her job.
Pretending that their support was real, that they really cared.
"Vegeta! I think I hate you! But you know what? I haven't had sex in… I don't know how long! And I want to fuck you! I don't know why!"
He smirked. "I'm hardly surprised."
How male. Confidence.
Yet so attractive.
"Tell me you feel differently," she demanded. He faltered. She rolled her eyes.
Men can't handle non-physical confrontation.
So she made it physical.
She grabbed his neck and rammed her lips onto his. She forced her tongue into his mouth. He took a step back, and then he responded. He grabbed her butt with one hand and with his other, took her right leg and drew it next to his side.
The horizontal dance turned vertical.
Goku would probably be good at this too.
Chi-chi stopped him.
"I guess you don't," she said, and pulled away. She turned around and started walking, heart pounding.
She hoped he wouldn't let her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He said, incredulous and out of breath. She stopped, smiled, and said sweetly,
"Where do you live?"
A/N
Awww…. They're doing the nasty.
Okay, soon I'm going to expand and it won't be just about sexual tension and sex anymore. I realize that it's a bit much.
Next, we'll get them back to the bar.
Fight Club, anyone?
Anyway, no B/V, so sorry. It's coming.