Chapter 3
Anticipation and a need to constantly look at his phone had his workmates suspicious. Vegeta kept his new little secret close to his chest, physically and metaphorically. Even though the past week had been hard, not being able to go to her. It had made the days fly by, when they normally went at a snail pace.
He felt the small thin metal machine inside of his pocket. He had to keep it in his locker while he worked. Usually he couldn't afford to be distracted, and he couldn't have it accidentally break. But he decided to carry it today after the message she had left him when she woke up. Even though he didn't intend to send her anything until he knocked off work. He found he couldn't part with the phone.
He felt himself growing closer to her, as completely mental as it seemed to him. But they had talked every single day since she had accidentally sent him the very first message.
Going home had never been a more intense need before. He literally counted every hour of every day until he could go and meet her.
He got back to his unit and pulled out his phone. She read his first message but waited a while to respond. Sending him a photo of her drink. She was ready to go out for the night.
B: I'm glad to hear it. What are you going to do on your, sorta, day off?
V: Some of the guys are coming dirt bike riding with me
B: Sounds like fun! You deserve a break!
V: Yeah, it should be good fun. I can think of something I deserve even more than that, though..
B: Oh really? What is that?
V: Starts with a B and ends in an A..
B: Banana?
V: You are so fucking funny
B: *wink*
B: I completely understand though! I think you deserve that too. I haven't stopped looking at you all day, hehe. That photo you sent earlier. I think I deserve it in real life...
V: Do you now? I have to say, I have been looking at your pictures all day too, that dress, those little shorts, fuck everything on you... You just do things to me
She read his message and left it read again. He watched the screen with anticipation. Dots appeared, soon after an image came through.
She was on her bed now, her blue hair spread out around her face. Her makeup highlighting her high cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and full lips. Her body was slightly twisted as she posed. She had pulled up her dress, exposing more of her well defined legs and some of her lace panties, her breasts and ass were pushed out and looked delicious. She had a flustered look on her face that made his skin light on fire. He moaned out loud, savouring the sight for a few more seconds.
V: Omg, you are doing naughty things to me Bulma... I can't wait to get my hands on that body, I want to touch and kiss you everywhere.
B: Same here, I'm so revved up.
V: You are killing me.
B: Are you going to take off your shirt and show me what you are hiding under there?
He smirked, quickly removing his shirt. The hot, muggy weather of the mining site was making his skin glisten with sweat. He walked into his bathroom and removed the rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard.
He positioned himself so the sink cut out any naughty bits, but so the V to his groan was still visible. He smirked and flexed his muscles and took a photo.
He attached it to his message.
V: You are revving me up so much I have to take a cold shower. Haven't you left yet to go out?
B: Omg, Vegeta, your body is amazing, I can't get enough of it. Yes, my friend just picked me up. Now I have to go about my business like I didn't just receive that photo.
V: You started it this morning! Besides, you have it easy. I'm stuck here all alone. I am going to have to have a cold shower.
B: Who knew one little wrong number could cause all of this…
Vegeta reached out and turned the shower on. He kept typing.
V: Are you going to pick up tonight?
He couldn't help himself. He would go crazy tonight thinking she was out getting touched in that dress.
He watched the dots appear.
B: Why do you want to know? *wink*
V: Just curious… I have the rest of the night to sit and wonder otherwise.
B: I am single…
V: Of course, I am not implying anything. I just want some more mental images to survive the night with.
B: You want to imagine me with another guy?
V: No, I just want to know if someone is touching you, so I can imagine it is me.
B: Omg, that is so hot Vegeta! Do you want me to describe things to you?
He stood his phone up on the basin. typing while he wet his body under the running water. His cock was hard thinking of her, out, in that dress, grinding up on someone. It was sending him crazy.
V: If that is something you are comfortable sending. You're free to do as you please.
B: I might not even be interested in anyone else… Considering I'm talking to one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. But if something happens, I will send it to you.
V: You will?
B: Won't you be sleeping soon? You have to work in the morning?
V: You are 3hrs ahead of me, and I won't be sleeping anytime soon... Holy shit.
B: I am so turned on right now! What are you doing in that shower?
V: Trying to cool myself down. It isn't working.
He watched his phone as dots appeared, disappeared and reappeared again. Another image arrived in the chat. This time she was standing in what looked like a cubical, pulling her dress up and taking a photo from a low angle of her ass. She was bent over and had on panties that sat high up her ass cheeks, framing them like a delicious piece of meat. He could see a sneaky, tiny slip of one of her pussy lips through the side of the lace material. He groaned hard, grabbing his cock and stroking himself.
V: You are amazing...Fuck you are making me go crazy.
B: Are you touching yourself?
V: You know I am, after that photo. You fucking tease.
B: I might let someone touch me tonight, slip their fingers under my panties.
He threw his head back, moaning at the thought of wrapping his arms around her and slipping his hand up under her dress. kissing her hard.
V: Holy fuck, You have me thinking such naughty things, I want to touch you, everywhere.
B: I'm so wet, I've soaked my panties.
V: Have you? Oh fuck... Do you enjoy making me hard?
B: Yes, It's so hot knowing you are touching yourself over me
V: Naughty girl, you have me extremely hard. You are so fucking sexy.
B: I'd love to be there helping you, instead of teasing you.
V: Would you?
B: Yes, would you like that… *wink*
He stopped typing on his phone and stroked himself more, bringing himself to the edge. He stopped short and reached over to his phone again.
V: I would love for you to be here right now, I would make sure to take good care of that wet problem you have right now.
B: Would you? That would be perfect, what would you do to make me feel better? Will you send me a photo of your cock?
V: I would bury my face into that delicious looking slit, taste you, suck and lick your clit. I wouldn't stop until you came all over my face.
B: Mmmm, that sounds amazing...
He grabbed his phone and took a photo of his hard shaft, wet under the water. He attached the photo and sent the photo.
B: OMG! Vegeta! OMFG!
V: Do you like it?
B: You have the nicest looking cock I've ever seen, you are so big and hard.
V: You did this to me, I was just minding my own business…
B: Omfg, this is going to be the longest 2 weeks of my life… I want to see you tonight.
V: I'm looking at your pictures, you are going to make me cum
B: Yeah? I wish I was there to help you.
V: Naughty girl.. I'm going to fucking explode.
B: Dirty boy.
V: Fuck, you are amazing.
B: So how is your night going now?
He laughed hard as he washed himself clean. Feeling only a tiny bit of sexual tension leave his body. Another 2 weeks of this torture to go.
V: You are bad Bulma
B: *wink*
B: So last night was fun lol
V: The most fun I have had in weeks, you are a naughty girl Bulma
B: I spent the rest of the night revved up with no release
V: You didn't find anyone?
B: There is no one else at the moment, besides I just got out of a long relationship
V: I understand that.
He laid down in his bed, holding the phone up. Trying to understand exactly what she meant about the comment. She had stopped replying for the moment.
V: I forget you are just out of one, sorry if our conversation last night confused things for you.
B: You don't have to apologise. I initiated it! But I am not looking for anything serious. I just want to have fun, and I feel like that is exactly what we are doing. Getting to know each other and having fun. Does that make sense?
V: I get it
B: You've only ever been in that frame of mind right?
V: Yes
B: You've never wanted a serious relationship?
V: I had thought about a relationship before, and it has never been off the table, I just never met the right person I guess. I was happy being in uncomplicated casual set ups. But even they weighed me down mentally. I was beginning to think I would be alone for a long time. I've been hurt in the past. Not that I want to use that as an excuse. But I just don't have the mental capacity to deal with the rollercoaster of a bad relationship right now.
B: I feel you.
He wanted to type more, explain more, but he needed to meet her first before he could confirm his own feelings. They appeared to be on the same page, as long as she was being truthful.
V: The last thing I want to do is put pressure on, whatever this is… But I have a lot of fun with you, and that is just over texts and phone calls. And I am attracted to you, physically and mentally.
B: I feel the same way. I have never had anything like this before, I mean, I haven't even seen you in person yet!
V: It's crazy...
B: I'm excited for our date
V: I've decided where we are going.
B: Where?
V: I can't tell you, it's a secret.
B: Will you at least tell me what I should wear?
V: Ha, yes
B: Two weeks from today?
V: 2 weeks from today.
Friday morning had finally come, he clocked himself out for the last time for 6 weeks. He would be heading home later that day, arriving back extremely early Saturday morning.
His date with Bulma was Sunday morning. He had pulled a massive favour from a friend. Not only did he want to impress her, he also wanted to test, whatever it was they had going on. How far could she be pushed? He wanted her to fit into his life, and he into hers, if they were going to go any further than what they had.
He headed to the airport and checked into his flight. Just as he lined up for some food before getting on the plane his phone rang. It was Bulma.
"Hey" He answered.
"I've got some annoying news" She said.
He took a deep breath. " You can't come Sunday?" He asked.
"I can come Sunday, but Monday morning I leave for Satan city, my boss is sick and I have to take his place at our sister company. I'll be gone for a month" She said, defeated.
"All I need is Sunday" Vegeta said, trying to get her to see the bright side of the situation.
"You're not mad?" She asked.
"How can I be? I just spent 6 weeks away at work. I understand work commitments. I'm just happy we finally get to meet on Sunday" He said.
She was quiet, but he sensed her mood was lifted.
"You're right, we do have Sunday… Are you going to tell me what we are doing yet?" She asked.
"Just bring athletic wear and your swimmers" He said.
Vegeta lent up against his Mustang, he was in a tight white shirt, cream swimming shorts and black all stars. He wore mirrored aviators as he crossed his arms waiting for her car to pull up.
Just as he looked down at his phone for the time he saw a Capsule Corp convertible driving toward him. He smirked. That wouldn't be anyone else other than her. He felt his heart beating fast as he pushed himself up off his car. The sun had barely risen and the air was still cool and crisp.
The car stopped close by to him, the windows were tinted a dark black, making it impossible for him to see in. He heard the engine shut down and the driver door click open. Her blue hair swirled around as she stepped out of the car.
He smirked as she came around the front of her car, she locked it behind her.
"Hi" He said.
"Hi" She said, cheeks flushed.
She stopped in front of him, in little bike shorts, an oversized t-shirt, a cap and white trainers. She had a bag slung over her shoulder.
"Thanks for coming so early, we have a big day" He said.
"Thank you for inviting me, this is… I can't believe we are going in that" She said peaking around him at the small plane behind him.
The pilot waved at her, she smiled and waved back. Vegeta stepped forward, making her gasps slightly, he reached out and grabbed her bag. She looked up at his sunnies. He gave nothing away and turned around walking toward the plane.
"He owed me a favour, so I pulled it in" Vegeta said.
"So will you tell me where we are going yet?" Bulma asked, putting a hand on her hip.
"It'll tell you when we get there" He smirked.
