Chapter 5
A/N
I've noticed that certain characters I type in Microsoft Word don't upload into onto more important things. I've finished my term paper (on SAM ADAMS BABY!), and I feel like writing another chapter…. even though it's kind of late and I should start my other homework. shrugs
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What would Bulma do after fucking the sexiest man alive?
Chi-chi decided to play it cool. She turned over and faced Vegeta in bed.
He was already sitting up.
Chi-chi wasn't surprised.
Maybe a little disappointed. Or relieved.
"Got a smoke?" she drawled.
She felt stupid. Fake.
He looked over his shoulder at her and smirked.
"You don't smoke," he mocked.
"Baby, you make me want to start."
That was stupid.
She had to stop thinking so much.
She had to get out of there.
She got up and slipped into her panties and bra. Aware that he was watching her, she slowly wandered around the room, taking it in.
No big surprise. There were sex toys everywhere.
Beads. Porn. Kleenex. Lubricant. Lotions. Flavored condoms. Posters. Something fuzzy with a hole in the middle. Chi-chi didn't even know how one would begin to use it. She held it up with an inquisitive look.
"One hole. Figure it out," Vegeta said.
He was smoking.
Chi-chi went over and stood in front of him.
The tension of the moment was gone, but the chemicals remained.
She smiled. He smirked.
"We should do this again later."
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They were back.
More than a week later, and they were back.
Same place, same booth.
Different people.
Bulma had her arm slung casually over the back of the booth bench. She was eyeing Chi-chi.
"Was he good?" she asked. Chi-chi nodded emphatically.
"Oh yeah," she said. "just what I needed."
"Listen; what if we had no drive? What if we didn't need men?"
Chi-chi stared at her. "Are you seriously suggesting… that we do the job ourselves every time?"
Bulma only smiled at her.
"Work sucks, you know?" Chi-chi heard herself say. "You know, last week… after we fought. Man. I was pure Zen. I was enlightened. Nothing fucking mattered."
"It's like fighting does something to you, man. It's not even about the other guy. It's about… letting it out. It's about something you can fucking deal with," Bulma replied. "Everybody needs something like that."
They looked at the table. Simultaneously, they looked up and grinned.
"Again?"
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It was night. They were outside in the almost deserted parking lot of an almost deserted bar in the middle of nowhere.
Chi-chi was wearing slacks and a collared shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and the buttons were undone. Her white wife-beater was visible.
Bulma wore loose jeans, sneakers, and a stripped and collared polo.
They were both in their late twenties. Young. Bright. Promising.
And they were pummeling the hell out of each other.
It wasn't about technique. It wasn't about skill.
It was about letting go…
and letting loose.
Suddenly, a woman with long, straight blond hair was pulling them apart. She looked torn between amusement and outrage.
"What is goin' on here?" she drawled, drunk.
Chi-chi whipped out of her hold and hopped back, moving from toe to toe, arms up defending her face.
Bulma extricated herself from the woman's grasp as well.
"Enlightenment," Chi-chi breathed. She was ready for more.
But Bulma was examining the newcomer. She took in the rich clothes, the pristine makeup, the perfect hair.
"A poor, spoiled, misunderstood, little rich kid…"
"Excuse me?" the woman gasped.
"You heard me. No one understands you. You have to go to poor bars where no one knows you, where you know they give it rough. You won't even admit you like to make yourself feel better by comparison," Bulma said.
"You don't even fucking know me," the newcomer said, silently raging. Bulma cocked her head.
"Don't I? Dirty little wasp, aren't you?"
The woman, her rage amplified by the alcohol, reached back and laid into Bulma's face.
Bulma fell back with a thud, stood up, and smiled.
Soon the two of them were at it.
And Chi-chi was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Cheering. Roaring. Rousing. Goading. Spurring.
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There was just something about it. You felt better.
It wasn't that your problems were solved.
It was that you didn't have any problems.
Not even the bruises. The cuts. The minor injuries.
They sat there, the three of them, silent. Bulma relaxed with her head between her legs. The woman drank a beer. Chi-chi wiggled a tooth back and forth. Back and forth.
"I'm Juu," the woman said. "and I think we should do this again."
Chi-chi smiled.
It's all they had, anyway.
A/N
Okay we have our key players. I'm at a loss for which other women I should include.
Marron? Lunch?
I guess I'll have to introduce some original characters.
So… yeah. Rock on. Time to go workout!