Chapter 15

The hissing was relaxing, like it was at work. But this rig was more stellar than any car he had worked on. The curves, the heat from her silky skin, the way her skin tightened and grew bumps as the tanning mist hit it. Magical. It was making him hard with anticipation.

"Vegeta!" Came suddenly from the living room.

He groaned audibly, making her giggle. The group of men, that were his so called friends, were loving the fact that Vegeta's life had been railroaded by Bulma. He didn't mind what they thought. But the constant hounding of his personal life was getting to be painfully provoking.

"What? I'm busy!"

The mocking started.

"Wuuuhh...PSSSH!"

"Is she bleaching your asshole or something?"

"Fuck off!"

Snorting came from above him as his eyes drifted vertically.

"This weekend is meant to be fun, come on" Bulma said. "They are obviously revving you up, loosen up, Relax!"

"I can't relax, turn around"

Bulma did a two step, turning her body inside the shower.

"Why?"

The question abruptly hit a place he wasn't prepared for.

I can't relax because the future of my career and livelihood hang in the balance. If you find out I'm applying for the program you're potentially heading, it may not turn out well for me. Would it also make this , whatever it is, weird?

He let out a sigh, cutting short the train of thought running through his mind.

"Because I want to spread these thighs and devour what's waiting within. But instead, I'm dealing with grown baby men"

As if on queue the men burst into laughter from the kitchen. He tried to find a reason within himself as to why he ever suggested they all stay at his house the night before the festival.

Bulma chuckled. "They really are like children when they're all together huh?"

"Hn." Vegeta grunted. "Bend over"

Bulma was wearing a plain black g-string. It was not helping his situation. But at least it was distracting him from his anxious thoughts. She obeyed his command and bent at the hips. Her ass cheeks spread apart and he got a perverse preview of her tight rim and the edges of her folds. It did everything to escalate his situation.

Before he painted the tan onto her skin. He moved his face closer to her rump. Burying his nose into her mound he took a deep breath in. Absorbing her scent.

"Mmmmm I love the way you smell"

Soft moans jumped from her lips as she wriggled her hips further toward him. He began kissing her sensitive skin, and over her panties. She was wet already, he could feel it through the thin material and onto his lips.

"VEGETA!" Nappa yelled.

They both jumped.

"Get out here, it's your turn!"

A growl started in his chest and vibrated up his throat. "Fuck off!"

His leg reached backwards and slammed the door shut. Closing them off from the men gathered in the other room. Bulma curiously stuck her head out of the shower, getting a better look at the flustered mechanic.

"You... ok?"

He locked the door.

"I'm going to fuck you now"

She was pulled from the shower by her arm. "Oooo"

Firm calloused hands groped her plump ass cheeks and picked her up. Vegeta slammed her onto the counter top.

"Vegeta!" Bulma squealed. "Watch my tan!"

His hands reached under her thighs, latching on and rotating her hips upwards. Naturally her legs spread apart.

"Tell me" His face trailed down to her centre. "When did you become so wet"

The moan traveled out on her breath. "I've been like this all day"

Without warning, his hands gripped the flimsy material. He ripped the underwear in half. The frayed, broken fabric, tickled her overly sensitive skin and only made the blood flood quicker to her pussy. Bulma felt her core throb hard, the feeling of his craving for her made her own desire intenser.
His tongue explored her slit, working her bud to the rhythm of her movements and moans. Lapping up her juices, the growl in his throat grew excessively.

"Did I tell you how much I fucking love the smell and taste of you?"

"Mmmm, you have such a control over me. I just want you to touch me, kiss me, fuck me all the time"

Vegeta stood up, grasping her face in his hands and kissing her uncontrollably. She reached down into his pants and stroked him on the outside of the material. She received the reaction back that she wanted. He pulsated at her touch and pushed his hard shaft against her wet folds. Intrinsically she pulled out of his kiss and her head fell backwards. Just as her breathing got harder. Rough, firm skin wrapped around her delicate neck. The tight feeling only escalated the rush of blood around her body.

"I need this tight pussy wrapped around me"

"Yes, please fuck me"

Her fingers slipped inside his waist belt. feeling out for his hot, thick cock. She was rewarded as he sprung into her hand just as he tugged down his pants. Her enclosed fingers pushed down hard, pumping back up for more. Vegeta grabbed her thigh with one hand and pushed her hips out further.

"Wider"

Compelled by his order she stretched her thighs apart.

His grip on her throat squeezed inward. Making it slightly harder to breath. Giving her an elated, intoxicated feeling. Finally she guided his cock toward her slippery opening. Feeling his hips get into position she reached around to his tight ass and grabbed on for dear life.


Air going in inflated her chest, then her diaphragm pushed it back out. He found himself breathing to her rhythm, it was soothing and it was relaxing him enough that he might fall asleep at any moment.

Now the tension that had built up was gone. The drawing from earlier appeared in his mind, illuminating his thoughts. Why was he so surprised that she was on the project? She was by far the most intelligent person he had ever met. He should have predicted, after finding out she was a Brief, that she would be on the project. If not, leading it.

He sat with the thoughts for a moment. A prideful feeling, no admiration, evolved inside him. He had to admit. Every week he grew closer and closer to her. Every little mannerism, her laugh, the look in her eyes when she was lustful. All of it together began to form a strong desire inside him. One that made him want to be around her all the fucking time.

"You were really worked up tonight, and not in the normal fun way…"

Her voice echoed in his mind from earlier in the night.

"Tch."

She had sensed his discomfort, and used their intimacy to help calm his nerves. Her body, her words always soothed him in the best way possible. When he was deep inside her, giving and receiving her, the doubts and worries in life greyed into the background and faded.

Unfamiliar territory for someone who had never been in a real, committed relationship. The need to be in one had never presented itself. But now, he couldn't deny that he had considered it with her. There was a first for everything.

It was possible that he was just infatuated. That the rose coloured glasses would come off at some point. And all these things he found attractive would become annoying. But the way she responded. The way she listened to unspoken things, made him think differently. He could just be himself, nobody else. It was relaxing and gratifying.


"Yo!"

"Goku!" Bulma shouted, waving.

In a couple of strides she wrapped her arms around her four friends who had gathered on the tarmac. Goku, Chichi, 18 and Krillin all knew where to meet to ride on Bulma's luxury plane.

"I'm so excited!" Chichi squealed.

"Me too! It's been a while since we went to something big like this!" Bulma said.

"How was it getting ready in a house full of testosterone?"

"Interesting! Much different to having you girls over"

18 chuckled at first, then gasped, grabbing Bulma's arm. "Yeah definitely different!"

Bulma looked down at her wrist. a clear handprint was painted there by the messed up tan. Chichi gasped and bent down and pointed at her opposite thigh. Another hand mark.

The two women peered around Bulma and at Vegeta. Yeap, he had one very brown palm and fingers.

"God damn it!" She cursed. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice"

18 made a snorting sound.

"Bulma even I noticed!" Chichi sniggered.

"Yeah, next time suck his dick and drain him before he sprays you" 18 said, a little too loudly.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Saved by the private jet arriving. The group handed over their luggage to the crew so it couldn't be stowed away. They all entered the plane, taking their seats. Bulma turned to Vegeta as they climbed the stairs. She smirked at him, hardly containing her own amusement.

"Are you ready?"

Vegeta's face morphed into confusion. "For what?"

Bulma distorted her face into mockery. "When we get inside, put the headphones on and press the button too…"

"Oh you're a fucking brilliant comedian, you should have your own special!" Vegeta said, tickling her and pushing her onto the plane.

As they settled into their seats. The atmosphere gained in momentum. By the time they took off and the seatbelt sign flicked off, it was electric inside the small cabin. They began hollering and cheering, drinking champagne and jumping all over each other.

After passing around a number of small bags, Vegeta joined Bulma. She watched his hands betray his anxiety. She reached out and put her hand over his.

"Worried?"

"No… it's not that"

"What?"

"Hn."

"It seems the tension from last night couldn't be fucked out of you"

She watched his mind tick over and consider what she said.

"Do you remember that accident at work?"

"Yes"

"The dude was a mechanic, working on a machine that I had been on the week before"

"Fuck"

"Yeah"

"Is he going to be ok?"

"He died"

Bulma gasped and squeezed his hand. "No wonder you've been stressed!"

Vegeta opened his mouth to reply when 18 shoved her phone in Bulma's face.

"Look what they did to Yamcha!"

Bulma's eyes narrowed in and focused on the photo. Four men were posed for a selfie, with an unconscious, tied up, drawn on Yamcha. stupid dick, wanker, fuckstick and a hat that said 'Dumbcunt', were accompanied by ejaculating cocks and hairy balls drawn on Yamcha's face and body.
She had to try, as hard as she ever had before, not to laugh. It would be like enabling bad children. But fuck, it was the most happy she had felt looking at a photo of him in a long time.

"Seems you have been letting off some steam in more ways than one" Bulma said, eyeing Vegeta and smirking.

"Krillin!" Vegeta hissed.

"It wasn't me! Turles posted it!"


Arriving with still a tiny bit of light in the sky. The group boarded a private bus to take them to the camping ground. Of course the three women insisted on the more expensive glamping option. But Vegeta wasn't about to complain. They were almost as big as a hotel room inside, with a private toilet and shower block for the group.

They were only a 5 minute drive from the festival site. Which they would head to just after lunch the next day.

A large fire pit was the centre of their set up and what they had congregated around after eating a fully catered dinner.

"Pass me the marijuanas"

"Oh give it a break!" Chichi sighed.

Goku laughed between shoving smores into his mouth.

"So, did everyone get VIP tickets?" Krillin asked.

"Yeah, I organised everyones at the same price" Bulma smiled.

"You're a fucking legend Bulma" Turles said, rasing his plastic cup.

18 high fived her friend. "Damn straight! No waiting for long toilet queues for us!"

"That's what you're worried about? How about being able to jump to the front of the crowds and get close to the stages!"

"Well that too… but you'd be happy about the toilet situation if you ever had to use a shewee!"

"What the fuck is that?" Raditz asked.

Krillin lent into him, whispering into his ear.

"Ohhh, that's kinda hot"

"You're disgusting" 18 said.


Hard base pumped through the air, hitting her skin and setting her hairs on edge. The buzz from the cap she took didn't take long to begin creating its magic. making butterflies appear and explode inside her.

Waiting in this line was almost torture, she just wanted to move her body and feel her clothes rub against her. Feel his hand wrapped in hers. The sun on her skin.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings and fell on Goku and Raditz. They were close by, looking to be having a deep discussion with a man working at an ice cream vendor. Immediately they both took their shirts off and for a second her heart pumped hard.

Just as she tapped Vegeta's arm and pointed him toward the scene. She saw Goku trying to persaud some young women into buying a can of drink.

She heard Vegeta scoff next to her.

"Those two will do anything for free food"

"Free food?"

"Just watch dumb and dumber in action"

For around 10 minutes the brothers used their muscular, well defined bodies and handsome faces, to make the small vendor a motza. Raditz went for the ballsy ladies wearing basically nipple stickers and underwear. Meanwhile Goku seemed to attract the more laid-back chill women in the crowd. The man running the small stall grabbed their hands and thanked them violently. Handing them as many ice creams as they could carry.

Goku jumped around like a kid in a candy store and raced over to the group, who had been lining up for an amusement ride.

"Looky looky!"

"I can't believe that actually worked!" Bulma said, grabbing an ice cream from Goku.

"He said to come back tomorrow if we wanted to help him out again"

"You're basically a prostitute"

"Hey, I got plenty of digits, so I don't care what you call it" Raditz said, waving his phone around.

Turles reached over and slapped the phone out of his relatives hand.

Bulma watched them wrestle, joyfully eating her ice cream. The full effect of the drug hitting her system now. Her brain pumping her full of feel-good chemicals.

Vegeta reached down while she was preoccupied and took a bite out of the frozen treat.

She looked at him in disgust. "Who bites an ice cream? You sick fuck"

Vegeta smirked. This time reaching down and licking at it, kissing and sucking it. Bulma blushed hard and pulled it away from him. His mouth was covered in sticky ice cream. She laughed at him and lent in to kiss him. Licking away the excess.