Chapter 14

"Welcome all, now the way this tournament is going to work is by knockout elimination. Any martial art style is welcome. But no weapons are permitted" Piccolo said, announcing to the small crowd. "If there is no knockout, tap-out or submission in 15 minutes, the refs will decide the winner based on a points system"

The crowd chatted heavily amongst themselves. Piccolo cleared his throat, shutting them up.

"The prize for first place is a 6 month membership, a supplement goodie box and the all important bragging rights around the gym for the next 6 months!"

Beefy men high-fived each other and whooped. The testosterone could be felt like a dense layer in the air. One man feeding off the next.

"Those that qualified come to holding bay and find out who your opponents will be" Piccolo flashed a grin at Vegeta.

He smirked back, folding his sizable arms across his thick chest.


Bewilderment manifested itself the moment the larger man began to be overwhelmed by the novice. Turles' back impacted against the ground with a thud. Yamcha's legs simultaneously wrapped around his waist and his arms twisted his head into position. Only moments passed before Turles had passed out. The crowd was quiet until the ref called it.

"Yamcha's the winner!"

Cheering began gradually as some men questioned what the fuck had happened. Vegeta, leaning against the wall separating the holding bay with the ring, remained blank. Only his crossed arms giving away any emotion. His onyx eyes darted and landed on Yamcha's, who sauntered toward him. An irritating aura already surrounding him. He stopped in front of Vegeta, still struggling to breath in a normal rhythm.

"You're next homeboy…"

Vegeta scoffed. The fucking nauseating sight of him with a prideful smile was almost enough for Vegeta to deck the cunt right there.

"I'm not your homeboy"

"Damn right you're not, I know what games you're up to with Bulma. I'm gonna be the one to smash you for disrespecting her"

Vegeta smirked, trying to hold in his laughter. A few chuckles escaped despite his will.

"Is that so? I'm disrespectful?"

"That's right," Yamcha said. "I don't know how you've managed to trick Bulma…"

Vegeta's sniggering interrupted Yamchas little speech. "I didn't need to trick her, I don't need to play any games, unlike one particular loser. She was just done dating boys"

"Ohhhhh really? A loser am I? Well she's moved onto the bad boy, low-life, downgrade stage if you ask me, it's degrading and shameful to watch"

Vegeta scoffed. "No, she's moved on to bigger and better things" Vegeta said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch for good measure.

"You depraved scum! I wonder how Bulma would feel with you talking about her that way!"

"She quite enjoys it actually, but you wouldn't know anything about what she enjoys" Vegeta laughed. "like I said, she is done dating boys"

Yamcha balled his fists up as he body jerked in frustration "We'll see who the real man is when I am choking you unconscious"

Vegeta pushed himself off the wall and stepped forward into Yamcha's space. "I'd like to see you try"

"Save it for the ring boys" Piccolo said, walking past.

Yamcha's agitated face curled into a smirk. "See you in there, Vegeta"

Mistaking the trepidation in the air for fear and anger, Yamcha pushed past Vegeta with a cocky shoulder punt.

Vegeta's glare followed the man's body around as his teeth were exposed in a devilish grin.

"Easy boy" Piccolo laughed.

"I'm going to fucking enjoy this"

Vegeta boldly began to warm his body up for his match. Within the hour, the time had come for revenge. Vegeta approached Raditz and Turles, who sat beside the ring eating two large subs.

"You ready?" Raditz asked.

"Yes, I've been ready since I learnt he was her ex"

"You better appreciate what I did for you" Turles said.

"Turles, seriously, everyone but Yamcha knew you threw the fight" Raditz said.

"Do you have it?" Vegeta asked.

"Yeah, I have it" Raditz said, grinning.

"All that's left to do is choke the fucker out"

"Vegeta, go easy on him" Krillin's voice entered the air as the short man joined them to the side of the ring.

"You mean like when he went easy on me?"

"He shouldn't have lied about you to Bulma like that, but she won't be happy if you pummel him"

"I'm not going to hurt him, just humiliate him"

"Come one Krillin, you know he deserves this. What would you do if he had gotten in 18's ear like that?" Raditz asked.

Krillin let out a lengthy sigh, admitting defeat. "Just… Don't hurt him ok?"

Two fingers were raised to his forehead, Vegeta smirked and pushed them out towards Krillin, mockingly saluting him. Krillin blinked blankly at Vegeta and sighed again. Then he turned around and retreated. Raditz and Turles snorted behind Vegeta.

"Next match is Vegeta and Yamcha, can I have the two fighters to the ring?" Piccolo projected his voice inside the gym.

"Break a leg"

Vegeta turned his head and met Raditz' gaze. The two men smirked at each other.

Vegeta's phone buzzed inside his pocket, disrupting his train of thought. He reached inside his pocket and grabbed out his phone.

B: I'll be late tonight, probably around 6:30pm

Bulma's face flashed in his mind, livid from the conversation she had with Yamcha the night of Goku and Chichi's engagement. Yes, this fuckstick deserved what was coming to him.

V: That's fine, the guys will be over at 7pm

B: I was hoping to have a little more alone time with you

V: Whatever for?

B: You know what for…

A photo came through, she had placed her phone under her desk, hiked up her skirt and parted her thighs ever so slightly. She was making this a habit, one that his cock seemed to be delighted with.

V: Mmmm! have been like this all day? Dirty girl! You're going to make me hard

B: I only took them off before, they were soaked. I haven't stopped thinking about you all day.

V: Fuck, you have perfect timing

His cock beat against his shorts, eager to explode.

B: Huh?

Porn normally gave a similar effect before a workout. But this was superior in every way. In content and the effect it had on him.

V: I just got a nice testosterone boost.


Blood raced through his veins, pumping up his ego with each moment. Satisfaction was within reach. Vegeta had barely managed to break a sweat and Yamcha was already sliding into defeat, his body on the brink of collapse. Like the fucking amateur he was, he came in to fast and hard. Meanwhile Vegeta was in it for the long haul, relishing in the slowed defeat of Yamcha.
Deciding to put him out of his misery, to finally end this Vegeta went in, dodging his jab cross hook with ease. Vegeta faked a punch to the gut, sending Yamcha back in defense. He swept his foot out quickly, tripping the man as he fled the attack. Once on the floor, Vegeta quickly joined him, wrapping his legs around and locking in his hips. Then he performed a rear choke hold, putting pressure on his windpipe, Yamcha's face went red, then purple, like it was about to burst open at any moment. He gargled for air before finally passing out.
The crowd erupted in cheers and hollering as Vegeta released his victim.

Deep breathes filled his lungs, as the endorphins of not only choking out his opponent, but enacting his revenge on the stupid cunt. Raditz and Turles entered the ring, kneeling down next to Yamcha. Turles grabbed his arm and threw the unconscious man over his shoulder and brought him out of the ring.
Vegeta grabbed the ropes and slipped through, following his friends. Krillin sheepishly handed Vegeta his phone and keys as he passed. Vegeta exchanged a smirk with the pint-sized man. Extremely happy with himself. Krillin reluctantly followed Vegeta, most likely making sure they didn't abuse Yamcha further. As they pushed through the men gathered for the fights, other males from the gym reached out and merrily hit his back, some even slapped his ass while they wolf whistled.

"Attaboy"

"Badass coming through"

Vegeta batted away their hands playfully. Some of the crowd followed Raditz and Turles with Vegeta, curious to see where this show was being taken. The air around the gym became electrified.
They dumped his limp body next to a concrete pillar off to the side of the main room, he sat the man's body up against it. Raditz dumped a bag beside Yamcha, rummaged through its contents. He handed Turles a rope, who began wrapping it around Yamcha, trapping his arms to his side, then around the pillar.
The crowd began to snicker and mock as Raditz attached a hat to Yamcha's head. He backed away, enjoying the craftsmanship of his work. He gleefully handed a marker to Vegeta. Everyone lent in reading the text on the hat. Laughter discharged thunderously from the meaty men.

Dumbcunt.

Vegeta bent down over Yamcha, he grabbed his cheek and began scrawling on the skin.
The men behind him began crying now, some having trouble breathing through their cackles. Vegeta slightly stuck out his tongue as he became engrossed in his artwork.
Vegeta's phone chimed and convulsed in his pocket. Again? He pulled it out, unlocking it. A private number was calling. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Hello?"


"Few! What a day!" Bulma said, letting go of her bag's straps.

Her bags smashed on the floor near the entrance to Vegeta's house. She watched a flash of emotion cross Vegeta's face as he watched the contents of her belongings fall across his neat floor. She giggled as he bent down and began to grab her stuff. His neurotic habits amused her and she enjoyed pressing those buttons the most.
She grabbed her toiletry bag from his arms.

"I need a shower, then you need to apply my tan for me"

"What? I agreed to no such thing"

"You're a trained panel beater right? You spray paint cars?"

Vegeta smirked. "Yes, but you are not a car, and I know better than to mess with a woman's tan"

"Come on….." Her whine came out more childish than she wanted.

"Well that was a convincing argument" He scoffed. "Come ooonnn…."

His face fashioned itself into a clear mockery of her. Air drove its way out of her nostrils as she tried to contain a giggle. Looking away from his face she slapped his arm instead.

"Ouch"

"I only brought my tanning system, and I can't use it on myself"

"Well that was stupid"

"Vegetaaa!"

Her hand wrapped around his forearm and she pressed her body's weight down on him.

"Alright!" He said, his eyes rolling hard into the back of his head.

"Do you want this pasty ass in your face all day?"

Her body ambled backwards and she bent over. The soft, supple skin of her ass was exposed to him, giving him the tiniest peak of what else was concealed between her thighs.

"You little fucking tease" He growled. "Don't think I've forgotten about today"

"Go put those things away like a good boy and come join me then" She winked.

He just laughed at her and walked off down the hall with her things. His tattooed back disappearing off into the darkness. The grin became all encompassing on her face as she finally gave in and let out her giggle. She skipped off toward the bathroom.


Her bags were disorganised, like usual. He could tell by the way she had just shoved clothes into them. The suitcase was the worst, bursting at the seams to resemble a Christmas ham wrapped up tight. He couldn't say he was surprised. The time he had spent getting to know her meant she let down her walls more and more. The first wall to come down was the illusion that she was tidy. Her house was usually decorated by clothes and other womanly accessories. He lounges and bed covered in blankets and pillows. It took everything he had not to follow her around, picking shit up after her. As much as the untidy house triggered his senses and his particular need for the space to be clear. He found it disarming. She wormed her way into his world in weird ways. Was this how it was meant to be? Is this why the other relationships never got past a certain point?
A strange sound popped into his ear as her bags dropped at the base of the bed. His eyes looked down, searching. Numerous bits of paper had slipped from a manila folder in her purse. Reaching down he pushed them back inside, being careful not to ruin their order. Despite his best efforts, one came loose and flopped like a leaf to the floor. It took him a few moments before the drawing on the page hit a nerve.

"No…" He whispered."Fucking way!"

His knees bent and his body dropped down, the heart muscle inside him spreading the anxiety around his body. It couldn't be true. How?
His fingers touched the paper as his eyes studied it more. It was part of a blueprint for a booster system. He recognised it immediately. He had been researching the topic ever since he heard about the application. She must be a part of the project.
Of course, you fucking idiot! She was his daughter, and a fucking genius with mechanical, engineering, design and biology for fucking fun. Of course she would be a part of the project.
This changed the situation, now he had to withhold the information. He couldn't allow any bias into his application. No inadequacy could be associated with him, not if he wanted the spot.

"Fuck!"

He slipped the paper back inside the folder. Irritation filled his stomach, just before the festival too. He would have this news on his mind, he would have to hide his new found knowledge from her for the whole weekend. And just when he was looking forward to unwinding and being free of his burdens at the biggest festival of the year. Electronic Playground. This was his time to play before work and his career really took off at lightning speed. He had dealt with Yamcha today to exonerate himself for the weekend. Now this? Why now? Of course, the phone call. They were ready to recrute. Did she know? Fuck!

How would he get rid of this frustration welling up inside him?

His mouth twisted into a cruel grin as he pictured his fists with her hair crushed and entangled inside his fingers. Her body folding beneath him as he buried himself in her. His mind wanted to wander further, that was until thumping on his door burst through the hallway.

"Let us in ya grumpy bastard"