Chapter 6

B: Heeeey

V: Yo

B: What are you up to tonight?

V: Recharging my social battery for tomorrow, you?

B: How introvert of you lol! I have finished work early tonight, to catch my early flight tomorrow

V: Leaving the old men to hold the fort?

B: Uhhh! I need a break from those old school, out of touch, conceited, snobby, fucking smelly old men

V: Haha Are they cramping your design style Bulma?

B: You have no idea! They really don't like taking orders from an attractive, young woman

V: Wait, taking orders? You mean you're in charge?

B: Boss Bulma, Boss Bitch!

V: What's the Boss Bitch doing now then?

B: Running herself a bubble bath, pouring a wine and relaxing

V: Well that's an arousing image

B: What would you do if you were here right now?

V: There isn't much I wouldn't do…

B: Dirty boy

V: I'm not a boy

B: You fucking definitely are not a boy

V: And you are a tempting, intelligent, sexy woman

B: I really need a release right now!

V: All that pent up frustration?

B: You don't know how hard it has been, being out here all alone with only work for distraction!

V: I have to lay in this bed every night, right where I fucked you... replaying how fucking good you tasted, felt and sounded

B: Uhhh! This is torture. There's so much more I wanted to do to you

V: Tell me something you have always want to try, but haven't gotten a chance to.

B: Sexually?

V: Yes

B: I don't know if I can admit something like that to you yet.

V: Don't do that, now you have to tell me

B: No way!

V: I'll go first…

B: You're just going to say anal…

V: Fuck, how did you guess?

B: Haha

V: Bulma, it will only endear you further…

B: You're making a big deal out of it, why are you so interested?

V: Because

B: ?

V: Just tell me

B: You first, why do you care?

V: You know why

B: Maybe, I want to hear you say it

V: I want to please you, like no one else ever has.

Bulma let out a lustful moan.

B: I have feeling you will

V: Tell me!

B: ok, ok!

V:..?

B: It's just a fantasy! So I don't know if I even want it to happen in real life

V: Bulma…

Biting her lip, she hovered her fingers over her phone's keyboard. Her heart was in her throat. She had never revealed this, even to past boyfriends, even Yamcha!

B: I have a fantasy about being watched while I'm getting myself off, or being fucked.

Bulma threw her phone onto the bath mat and sunk most of her face under the bubbles of the bath.

Her eyes picked up the light from her phone as a message was received. She tapped the side of the bath, divided on whether to check his response or burn the phone, get a new number, buy a new wig and start a new life on the other side of the planet.

She quickly leaned over grabbing the phone.

V: Well, well, you're an exhibitionist. Very sexy, wow! I'm getting all kinds of ideas

B: I don't know if I am or not, it's just a fantasy!

V: I think the photos you are always sending me say differently…

B: You better not have shown anyone them!

V: Never, they only exist for my eyes

Bulma switched her camera on, positioning herself in an alluring posture, smiling sweetly and hiding her naughty bits under some bubbles.
She hit send.

V: Mmmm! you just keep getting more attractive...

B: I wish you could join me

V: If we both weren't enslaved to our social circles this weekend, I would be there right now!

B: Do we really need friends?

V: Well… when you put it like that…

B: I think my girl friends would come and pull me out of this hotel by my hair if I didn't go.

V: Mine would probably murder me, they are all probably capable of doing it too.

B: Your friends have a whole deserted Island to bury your body in…

V: You're right, I didn't think of that… If I ever go missing, you know where to send the cops to find my body

B: What a waste of such an amazing body… That will be on your tombstone

V: Is that all I am to you? A warm body?

B: Hmmm?

V: Really?

B: There is that amazing cock too

V: Haha, well… I'll remember this impertinence!

B: You mean to chastise me next time you see me?

V: You'd enjoy that too much. Maybe I'll take a leaf out of your book.

B: Let's be honest, you wouldn't be able to tease your way out of a wet paper bag… Let alone beat me at my own game mister

V: Is that a challenge?

B: Let's bet on it…

V: Name your conditions, woman!

B: First one to crack and beg for it loses! When I win, you have to complete free labouring work around my house for a total of 20 hours. In any outfit, or lack thereof, that I decide on!

V: Ha! If you win…

B: And your terms?

V: ...

Bulma's phone began to ring, Vegeta's name flashed onto her screen.


The car pulled up in the hotel entrance, the driver came around and opened the door. Vegeta stepped out, His dark tanned shoes hit the pavement as he pulled himself out of the limousine. Raditz quickly followed him, handing the drive a sizable tip.
Vegeta was dressed in light camel dress pants and a tight white buttoned top that had its sleeves rolled up. He eyed the men walking in around him, most had on a tie. He shrugged to himself at the inconsequential visual information. Formal really wasn't his thing. Raditz wore light grey dress pants and a black tie and shirt. The both disappeared into the crowd entering the fancy hotel.
Huge chandeliers and sheer curtains shaped the room, fairy lights hanging from every available spot.

"How the fuck did your brother afford all of this?" Vegeta said, looking around.

"I don't know man, maybe Chichi's family is loaded?" Raditz said, watching some girls walk past.

"Tch."

"Come on, I can see the rest of the guys…"

The two men walked over to the bar area where four men stood in a semicircle, laughing and punching each other.

"Well, well, well, I didn't recognise you without that layer of filth on you that you normal sport!" Goku laughed.

Vegeta grabbed his hand and shook it hard, smirking. "Still look better than your ugly mug, even covered in filth!"

"Congratulations little bro!" Raditz said, coming in behind Vegeta and hugging his younger brother.

"Thanks!"

"How the fuck did you afford this place Kakarot?" Vegeta asked.

"I know it wasn't you!" Raditz proclaimed pointing at his father, who stood beside Goku.

Bardock raised his hands defensively. "And how do you know that?"

"Mum told me what you did with your retirement money, you dickhead!" Raditz laughed.

"Oh please like your mother has any idea about the stock market!" Bardock laughed, drinking his beer.

"Apparently neither do you…" Turles interjected.

Vegeta smirked at the remark and watched the four related men laugh and hit each other.

"It was a friend of Chichi's actually, an engagement present" Goku said.

"Fucking hell, what a friend!" Turles said.

Vegeta turned to Piccolo, who had remained quiet.

"I saw the sponsorship deal at the last fight. Good move" Vegeta commented.

"Since we merged with the gym across town, the guys running it before the take over had some pretty good ideas for expanding. I think it was the right move keeping them on"

"Thousands would have seen that, now the gym is going to be packed every time I'm on rotation back here"

"Yeah sorry about that, I should have consulted you when making decisions about my business…" Piccolo smirked.

"Asshole" Vegeta smirked back.

"So how did the application go?"

"I sent it in, now I just have to wait. But I'm not getting my hopes up, the job is well sorted after" Vegeta sighed.

"And you are the most qualified for it, I've seen what you can do, hell, I drive around in it daily!"

"Thanks, but we'll have to wait and see if they agree with you. This is a whole different kettle of fish…" Vegeta said, shrugging.


Guests were laughing and talking boisterously inside the room. Bulma ran her hands over her hair once last time, de-tangling some of her curls. She wore a floor length, rose gold, delicately sequined dress. A slit ran up to her upper thigh, and a high halter neckline that helped frame her decolletage.
She was late, fucking late, story of her life. Her eyes soaked in the room as she surveyed the area. The decor was spot on, she was happy with the result.

"Bulma! There you are" Chichi said, walking over to her. A long navy blue, floor length frock, with a sweetheart cut made the dress hang beautifully on her friend's body.

"You look stunning Chichi, and the room… it looks amazing! Do you guys like it?" She asked, smiling and hugging her friend.

"Bulma it's amazing! We can never repay your kindness"

"Oh please, you two have done so much for me, I love spoiling you" Bulma giggled.

"There you are, fashionably late as always" 18 said, smirking as she approached the two women.

Bulma reached out her arms and embraced 18. "Hey girl, you look hot!"

18 did a mocking twirl in her strapless black dress. Bulma chuckled and clapped her.

"It's hard work being this gorgeous"

"18 told me about your little fling! Bulma! How could you go meet a man you've never met! And on your own!" Chichi scolded.

"This is why I didn't want to tell her" Bulma sighed to 18.

18 laughed as Chichi frowned. "Bulma, stop playing… When are you going to get engaged and settle down!" Chichi sighed.

"Gods Chichi, I'm barely into my 20's, let me live a little"

"You know our fertility starts going down hill by age 28, times ticking ladies!"

18 and Bulma sighed in disgust.

"You can bear enough children for the three of us, Chichi" 18 said.

"So who is he? Tell me all about him!" Chichi said, switching gear and grabbing Bulma's hands.

"It's not what you think it is, Chichi, it's just… Casual"

"Casual? Like casual sex?" Chichi asked.

"Yeah people outside of marriage having sex!" 18 said, waving her fingers near Chichi's face and making ghost noises.

"Bulma, you are better than that!"

"Chichi, it's exactly what Bulma deserves right now, she's dick drunk off her ass right now" 18 said.

"Dick drunk?" Chichi yelled.

The two women laughed and shushed their friend.

"Yes Chichi, dick drunk. His dick is that good I got drunk off it!" Bulma sighed, blushing at the memories.

"You two need your priorities fixed, I swear!" Chichi said, looking confused.

"Yeah, well Vegeta is just what I need right now…"

"Did you just say Vegeta?!" Chichi squealed like she had seen a ghost.

"Yeah, wait… Do you know him?" Bulma asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He goes to Piccolo's gym, he trains with Goku and his family, 18 you would know him too!" Chichi said, expressing herself violently with her hands.

18 looked at the roof for a moment, then like something cold hard hit, her eyes darted to Bulma.

"OMG! Vegeta! It hasn't click until now! I mean he is away so often and I've stopped going to the gym..."

"You both know him? What the hell! This is nuts!" Bulma said.

"If you came to learn martial arts with us you might have met him in person instead of…"

"Randomly, like some fated love story!" 18 laughed.

"This is wild!" Bulma giggled.

"He is a good guy Bulma! His head is on straight, good job, he does not ogle women like the other men do, very respectful! A little stand offish and hot headed..." Chichi said, in her best Mum voice.

"He's pretty hot too…" 18 winked.

Bulma's face suddenly went red and she started looking around rapidly. "Does that mean… He is here?"

"Yeah, he came with Raditz!" Chichi said.

"Omg! I need to go find him!" Bulma squealed.

"Hey Bulma!" Goku's cheery voice was heard as he walked over.

"Hi Goku" Bulma said, hugging her lifelong friend.

"This place sure is fancy, thanks again for helping us out and throwing this party!"

"You're welcome, Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to get di...drunk" She corrected herself and winked at her friends as she left the conversation.

"Ok, bye!" Goku waved innocently.

"Go-get-it guurl!" 18 cried out after her.

Laughter erupted behind her and noises of Goku's confusion. Bulma scanned the room again, looking for his signature haircut. The room would have been 300+ people full. She weaved in and out of the crowd, making her way to the top of the room. That's when she spotted him, with his back to her.
Vegeta was leaning on the bar, talking to Goku's older brother Raditz. They were obviously familiar with each other and she found herself wondering why she had never met him through her friends. Her job and ex-relationship with Yamcha, which kept her from socialising as much as she used to, were probably the reasons.
Bulma slipped in beside him silently, waiting for the bartender to serve her first, because dah, she was hot and the bartender was a man. She waited only moments before she was proven right.

"May I take your order ma'am?"

She felt Vegeta jolt in anger next to her.

"Gin and water please, and the gentlemen will have a Glenfiddich 18 year old, on the rocks" Bulma said in her sweetest voice.

Vegeta jolted again, this time turning his head and body. Their gaze met and Vegeta smiled wickedly.

"Bulma?"