Chapter 17

"Last night when I moved your stuff to my room, a folder fell out of your bag" Vegeta said, shifting his weight to his right leg and leaning in closer to her.

"Oh, fell hey?" Bulma giggled. "Did you go through my bag mister?"

The fire crackled and spit out embers. Vegeta moved the cold beer bottle to his other hand, indecision hidden in the movement "Bulma, I could tell it was a booster system"

Her face muscles jolted from a smile into the shape of astoundment. "How would you know what a booster system looked like?"

"I'm not just an Automotive Mechanic, Bulma"

"What else do you work on?" Her voice broke ever so slightly. If he didn't know the sounds and tones she normally wore, he would have missed it.

"Our first date, the pilot"

"No you didn't"

"I helped him rebuild that plane," Vegeta said. "I was a Jet Engine Mechanic from the age of 17 to 21 in the air force. I've dabbled in marine mechanics too. I know engines, even ones I've never physically seen before"

"Vegeta… How, how do I not know this?" Bulma asked.

"To be fair, you never asked" He said, shrugging "I guess you were preoccupied with your own path, you didn't want me knowing about your past so you avoided those kinds of questions?"

Bulma smiled. "You're always so perceptive"

"Maybe you're just easy to understand?"

"I hope so"

"So all the work in Satan City? It was to be near the space center?"

"Hmm, yes. Just don't say anything to anyone, ok? It's a contract I'm under legal obligation to not speak about it"

"I understand"

"I tell you more about it when the project is released"

"Ok"

Every single shred of doubt he still harboured, had melted away with their conversation. She was the lead engineer on the project. He hinted at his qualifications to her, maybe to save himself the awkward confrontation he knew would most likely come. But she seemed, once again, consumed by her own direction and was unable to pick up on his hint that he had applied for the program. He didn't blame her, he expected he would probably be in the same frame of mind. Being in charge of something like that. She had a lot of pressure and lives placed on her shoulders. It was a wonder she was able to relax at all.
Yes, it was true. She was building a rocket ship.


A downpour of cold, bubbling liquid came shooting at her like a fire hose. Drenching her in the extravagant alcohol. Laughter manifested between her thighs and up her body as Vegeta bounced her body on his shoulders.

They were the closest you could get to the main stage. Bulma wiped the champagne from her eyes, thanking herself for locking her makeup on in waterproof setting powder that morning. Just as she adjusted to the scene around her, 18 was drenched in an onslaught beside her. Splash back from the impact covering Bulma and Vegeta in the process.

"Holy shit" 18 cracked up.

A warm hand grabbed her leg as Goku lent into Vegeta, talking to him. Bulma couldn't make out what they were talking about as she looked down at them. Goku's cheerful face pivoted toward her. He made a signal for a drink by jiggling his empty can in his hand.

"Give the poor guy a break from your legs wrapped around him" Goku innocently yelled to her.

Bulma's face dropped and she bucked out her leg, kicking him in the process. Goku flung backyard but was still clipped in the face by her boot. Vegeta laughed again, at both his comment and the kick to Goku's face. Bulma tapped Vegeta's head, he bent down and she jumped off.

"Do you want anything?" Bulma asked as he stood back up.

"Just water"

"Ok" She smiled. "I'll be back…come on dickhead"

Goku rubbed his face and defeatly followed behind her. They made their way to the V.I.P Bar, which had a minuscule line compared to the main bars out in the general area. They walked up and waited in line.

"So you two have gotten close" Goku wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"That's none of your business Son Goku!" Bulma smirked. "Besides, we're still just friends"

A small scoff came from the tall man. "Yeah sure, the best of friends"

"Do you want another fly kick to the face Goku?"

"Come on Bulma, I'm just teasing. It's good to see you both happy" Goku smiled.

"I am happy, It just all happened so fast, I'm still spinning"

"You've really brought him out of his shell. I've never seen him this social"

"I haven't done it on purpose" Bulma said.

"I know, you're just being you, and it's changing him"

"In what way am I changing him?"

"He's never around, at least not for extended periods of time on his time back from work. This is the most I've seen him in years"

"Well, it could just be because of his birthday and the festival" Bulma said, trying to rationalise what he was saying.

"No, that's not it." Goku said, brushing off her thoughts. "He can never be in the same spot for long, I guess I would be that way too if I had been through what he had"

"He's never settled anywhere for long?"

"No"

"Not even in his jobs?" Bulma asked.

"Exactly"

Hadn't he told her yesterday he had applied for another job. One that would take him away for longer. He hadn't changed. He was just getting over his shiny new toy.

"He hasn't changed Goku"

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't settled, he has applied for a new job. He told me yesterday"

"Oh, where at?"

"He wouldn't say, but he will be away for longer periods of time. I thought we…"

Goku rubbed her shoulder. "He does care about you, it's so obvious"

"Maybe"

"You care about him right? More than a friend?"

"Yeah, but this just complicates things"

"He's away for 6 weeks at a time, what's a few more weeks? You guys already have a relationship that developed through that"

"But what if he is using the new job as an excuse to end it with me?"

"What would make you think that? Has he pulled away?"

Words rang in her ears. "You make me feel good"
The fierce emotions she had last night, while he was inside her, telling her how he felt came rushing back.

"No, but why apply for this new job?"

"It's just the way he is Bulma, he needs to move around. He is just following his dreams. I didn't think that would be an issue for you?"

"Who's next?" The bartender called out.

Bulma looked at her friend and smiled. "It isn't an issue"

She turned and walked up to the bar, placing her order and paying. He had been open with her, from the start. She had no reason to doubt he cared. But an insidious feeling still crept its way from her heart to her head. Was this change in jobs really just a pretense to pull the breaks. But what about last night? Why say that? Was this new job really something he wanted.
Bulma grabbed the bottle of water and cans of drinks in her fingers and walked back over to Goku.

"So, forget what he wants, what do you want?" Goku asked.

"I just wanted something casual, you know, after Yamcha…"

"Yeah"

"But now, I can't help getting myself in deeper with him. Am I going to be hurt?"

"Maybe"

Well that's supportive"

"Bulma relationships hurt sometimes, even the healthy ones"

"That's true"

"Just do what feels right, forget the Yamcha stuff. Him and Vegeta are nothing alike"

"Goku, how are you so smart, yet so dumb"


The metal key slipped into the lock, clicking it open. His hand pressed down on the handle as he swung open his front door. His other arm, holding his overnight bag and pulling Bulma's suitcase followed him through the door. scuffing her feet behind him, Bulma followed.
An ache that had begun in his legs was now in every inch of his body. He had put himself through hell over the weekend. It was going to take a good week to get back to normal after all the drugs and partying he had done.
Warmth hit his back as her hand pressed into his back.

"I'm so fucking tired" Bulma said.

"Same, let's order some food, watch a movie and fall asleep"

"That sounds perfect" She almost sounded in pain.

They headed for the lounge and fell into its cushioned comfort. He reached into his pocket, slipping out his phone.

"What do you feel like eating?"

"Anything, something greasy"

"That's my girl"

He felt her body convulse next to him. He looked over at her. "You ok?"

"Yeah, just a bit cold"

Vegeta went back to his phone, a tug at his back pushed him forward as Bulma took the blanket off the back of the lounge. Silently she sat beside him as he browsed their dinner options on his phone.
Half way through their last day at the festival, she had pulled away from him. Wanting the company of her girlfriends over him. That was fine. But she had been quiet since waking up that morning as well. Getting up silently and showering before he had even woken up. He sensed something had happened. Her whole demeanor had changed. She wasn't pissed off, just distant.
He wondered if Goku had said something to upset her. But what could have possibly been said to have this effect. He sighed, trying to push the confusion from his body. He would need to talk with her, but tonight was not the night.

"Thai?"

"Sure"

"Let me guess… Crying tiger entree, satay sticks and massaman beef?"

She giggled. Finally.

"Yes please, use my credit card"

"No, we just flew to the festival and back on your family's jet. I can pay for dinner"

"Ok"

And we're back.

"35 minutes until it gets here, what do you want to watch?"

"A Disney movie"

Vegeta handed her the remote and she began to scroll through the catalogue of movies. He lent back, allowing his whole body weight to sink into the inviting furniture. He wondered if he would even make it until the food arrived. Eyes heavy with exhaustion his mind began to sift through the memories of the weekend, categorizing them as they went by.

"You make me feel good"

His face cringed at the memory.

"No? Not that one?" Bulma asked suddenly, watching his face.

"What?"

"The little mermaid?"

"Oh, I wasn't paying attention sorry, put on whatever you want. Honestly I will probably fall asleep as soon as I eat"

"Ok, little mermaid it is" She smiled.

Vegeta blinked a few times, trying to fix the uncomfortable dry feeling his eyes were experiencing.
Could what he said to her be the issue? Had he pushed it too hard? She had reciprocated his feelings though, so he had thought she felt the same way. But maybe not. She had only been single for a matter of months, and had been with Yamcha for a lifetime before that. Was she rethinking this?
Satin blue hair tumbled into his lap, her head following milliseconds later. His arms instinctively wrap around her, pulling her in tight. The movie began to play on the tv as her body wiggled into a comfortable place and settled. Her hand stroking his arm sent pleasant jolts to his brain. Fuck, she couldn't be too mad at him if she wanted to snuggle. Maybe she had just been tired.
For a moment his mind flick through a sexual scenario, going over the possibility in his cosy bliss. But his body wasn't going to cooperate with anything that night. He had no energy reserves left. So he decided to just enjoy feeling her delicate hand stir up the amazing feeling of her skin on his.
The weight finally made his eyelids succumb. They fell and did not lift back up, one last thought popped into his mind before he drifted off to sleep.


It never failed to make her skin light on fire, being held by him and touching his hot, soothing skin. Her eyes followed along with the pictures on the screen, but her brain was running over the moment. The feeling of his body close to hers. The way it made her feel, still filled with butterflies, even after months of being together.
She had held back her feelings for weeks. Finally yielding to the man as he fucked her. She had never been with someone who was so open with their emotions, he hid nothing from her. Or so it seemed. She didn't want to give in, she still wanted to keep her defenses up. There was no way she could be here right now, in this moment with the man she would spend the rest of her life with. After such a painful, tumultuous relationship with Yamcha. She had begged herself to spend time getting to know herself and what she wanted. Then Vegeta appeared. Was this fates fucked up plan, right thing, wrong time. Or was she just being a fuckwit.
She tried with all her might to resist him, but it was so organic. She didn't have to hide anything of her personality. He accepted her, even her deviant side, enjoying her sexuality as much as she did his. He read her body like a good book, getting absorbed in the things going on between the lines. It scared her how intensely she felt for him, so quickly. No one around her was warning her however. So why was she scared?

Her fingers began to trace the words out on his skin as he silently slept. Without her even commanding them too. She looped around, spelling it out. The words she felt she could never say to him.

I love Vegeta.


V: Then you're heading back to Satan city?

B: Yeah, I'll be gone for 5 weeks this time.

V: So I have to wait even longer this time before I get to feel that delicious pussy again?

She left his message on read for a few moments before she began typing.

B: That's all you care about?

V: Of course not…

B: Well it's all you seem to talk about

V: Bulma, what is going on with you?

B: Nothing is going on with me, you just seem to only be interested in one thing.

V: That isn't true, you are being absurd. You know this is more than that.

B: I don't know that Vegeta, I don't know what you want.

V: What do you want?

B: What do you want?!

Frustration began to accumulate inside his stomach.

V: Come on Bulma, just answer the question.

B: For you to be truthful

V: I have been...

B: Then why the secrecy about that job you are applying for?

Fuck.

V: I just want to wait until I know more, I shouldn't have said anything… Is that what this is about? I explained I would be away longer, but that doesn't change anything.

B: Don't be ridiculous, I don't care if you are away longer.

V: Then what's the issue?

B: I don't know what you want!

V: I just want this to keep going how we were going

B: FWB?

V: No, Bulma we are more than that.

B: Fucking hell, just let me know when you decide what you want, ok?

He pressed the phone icon on her contact and the phone began ringing.

"Hi this is Bulma, leave a message for me at the…"

He hung up, calling again.

"Come on Bulma, just answer the fucking phone"