Chapter 18

Vibration ruptured the air, sending quakes into her hand as her phone rang, Vegeta's caller ID came up. Bulma clenched her fingers around the thin metal electronic and threw it onto her couch. Her frustration manifested into her hands and she reached up to her hair and tugged at it. Trying to release the tension.

"Hey I think your phone is ringing" 18 said, walking into the open space.

Bulma launched her arms into the air. "Fuck my phone!"

"Jesus christ, I go to the toilet for a minute and I come back to you having a meltdown"

"He's playing games with me 18"

"Sit your ass down and tell me what is going on" 18 said, pushing her friend over to the lounge.

"He won't tell me what he wants, he's frustrating the fuck out of me"

"Have you told him what you want?"

"Well no, because he doesn't want what I want"

"How do you know that? Has he said that to you?"

"No, but there's this new job…"

"All I'm hearing is an excuse for you not to tell him how you feel. Talk to the guy Bulma. He can't read your mind" 18 said.

"I'm done talking to him. He tells me he is getting this new job…."

She scoffed and corrected herself. "Applying for this job... One that will mean he is away more, then he tells me he wants to be around me all the time." Bulma grabbed a pillow and brought it up to her chest. "If that were true, if I made him feel good. Then why would he want to move further away? Not to mention his intentions behind not telling me what the job is, why hide it? He is playing with me"

"Did you ever stop to think this job, the one he wants to get, has absolutely nothing to do with you? Maybe it's his dream job, or a stepping stone toward it? Don't you think you're being selfish by making this about you, then not explaining to him why you're upset?"

Bulma let loose a long loud whine. She clenched her fists in anger then slapped her hands over her face.

"I understand you're upset, and maybe he has been a little dense about this whole job thing. But he is probably got shit going on Bulma, just fucking talk to him"

18 reached over Bulma and grabbed her phone. She handed it to her blue haired friend. "Tell him what you want, tell him how you feel"

Bulma grabbed her phone and unlocked it. She had two missed calls and a message from Vegeta. She opened the message.

V: You also need to decide what you want Bulma, message me when you've had time to cool off. I'm going to bed, I have just finished my 12hr shift, I need to sleep.

"He's away at work at the moment and he's gone to bed"

"Bulma, I'm serious. Talking will fix this. You're only arguing because you are both stubborn brats and you won't tell him what is wrong!"

"Him not telling me about where or what this job application is, makes me not want to trust him" Bulma said. "I just got out of a relationship full of lies"

"Has he ever given you a reason to mistrust him?"

"No"

"Then you need to trust him if you want to do this with him. Whatever it is you two are doing... Let him explain when he is ready to. He obviously has a good reason for not telling you"

"Fuck"

"Just pull your fucking head in" 18 said, playfully pushing her friend. "You are so damn stubborn sometimes Bulma"


Placing the last folded item into her suitcase, her fingers felt out for the metal zipper. It ground against itself as she pulled it across, locking her items inside.

Bulma picked up her phone from her night stand and unlocked her phone.

Early for once. Her fingers tapped her phone, two days and she hadn't said a word to him. The anger she had that night, It had come from a place of pain. One she hadn't yet let herself open. It appeared letting Vegeta in had unlocked the door, releasing some of the pain from deep inside. After some reflection, thanks to her rational, blonde haired friend, on where it really had come from, the anger then melted away. Now she was left with regret. Her pain had felt real in the moment, but she understood it to now be insecurity.

Two days was the longest she had gone in almost four months without speaking to him. Soon she would be on a plane, taking her to Satan City for five weeks. Where she would finally be building her design model for the booster system of the Capsule corp rocket. Her career was on the cusp of taking off into space. But all she could think about was him. Vegeta had guessed exactly what she had been working on, just from initial sketchings she had done. He was amazing. She had been such a dick.

Fuck it.

Bulma pulled up her messages. Now tired of her own shit, she finally messaged him.

B: Hey, I'm leaving to catch my flight soon for work. Can we chat on the phone when I land in Satan City around 6:30am?

Her thumb hit send without a second thought. If she had paused, maybe her insecurity would surface again and she wouldn't have sent it at all. But she recognised it needed to be done. She missed him, and she hated this.

He would be on shift, so she knew he would probably answer while she was up in the air. Resigning herself to that fact, she brought up her work schedule to double check when her flight landed in Satan City.

6:30am.

A rapid chime and vibration made her body jump in fear and her heart erupt in a beating frenzy.

"Fuck!"

It was Vegeta.

V: Ok, have a safe flight

The small, five word message made her heart beat more ferociously than the sudden shock did. He had his phone with him on shift. This was not a usual occurrence for him. He told her it was a dangerous distraction. He must have been waiting for her to touch base with him. He hated this too. She couldn't help the smile and it penetrated her lips, moving her face gleefully.

"You had been waiting this whole time too, you jerk"


Quality of his sleep had disintegrated. She had infested every part of his mind and body. Especially the parts he couldn't control. Understanding where she had come from, her past relationship did nothing to instruct him on what to say, or what to do next. So he relied on his instinct instead. He had been honest, he knew she would eventually see it.
Receiving the message was a welcomed relief from the apprehension. He should not have told her about the application if he couldn't tell her he was applying at Capsule Corp. He saw that now. How would she react when she finally found out.
His phone rang with an urgent vibration, followed by a ringtone.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"I landed safe… Obviously, are you still on shift?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, just having my break"

"Good timing"

"I planned it Bulma, you told me when you were landing"

"Oh"

"Hn"

"I just want to say, I'm sorry for freaking out on you, I…"

"Was unfair"

"Yes, I was unfair. But you haven't exactly been forthcoming. It made me nervous"

"I didn't withhold information about the job application to hurt you. It's for reasons I can't say right now, I just need you to trust me. Respect my decision"

"See, things like that just make me more nervous, like what could the reason possibly be to hide it from me?"

"Why do you hide your work?"

"Excuse me?"

"When I asked you about the plans I saw, you told me not to ask questions. I didn't ask fucking questions Bulma!"

A solid strung out sigh came through his phone speakers. Finally, she was getting it.

"Ok, Vegeta. I trust you. Can we just move past it?"

"Is that the only thing you have an issue with?"

Pause.

"Yes"

"Are you sure? Because now is the time..."

His hands shot out, articulating his frustration even though she could not see him. Fuck he hated conversing like this, no body language to read.

"My rides here, I have to go. Have a good rest of your shift. I'll message you later"

"Bulma…"

"Bye"

The phone call ended with a barbaric tone. His fists clenched hard.

"Fuck! She drives me insane!"


B: Chichi just told me, you're in the bridal party too?

V: Yeah, Goku asked me yesterday.

B: Is this your first groomsman duties?

V: Yeah. It's not like Nappa or Raditz are getting married any time soon

B: OMFG haha, no they are not!

V: You're maid of honor?

B: Yeah, I'll be with Krillin and you'll be with 18

V: You might have to forgo heels

B: So will 18

V: Smartass

B: You know you miss me

V: I have to go, I've got an early flight out of this hell hole tomorrow.

A pang of pain shot into her, most of their conversations were like this. It was as if their argument had placed a wet towel over the budding relationship. Her unwillingness to be honest with him was affecting the air around them. She felt breathless, like she was drowning in a sea of her own making. Unable to save herself from it.

B: Oh, ok. Back home?

V: Yeah

B: This 6 weeks has been a real drag.

Because I'm a fucking fool.

V: Yeah, good night Bulma.

B: Goodnight

She locked her phone and placed it on the nightstand. Her back lent against the headboard as she brought her thighs up to her chest. Her cheeks pressed hard into her knees, tears poured out and the sobs began. She felt so alone this time around, she had not realised how much she depended on his presence. She had fucked up. His coldness, though not on purpose hit hard. Like he was getting ready for her to disappear. It was just a reaction to her refusal to admit to him what she wanted. It was self protection on his part. She understood that.
She needed to see him, maybe she could admit her feelings to him if she could just feel his warmth surrounding her again. How much the fear of him being further away ate at her, made her crazy with dread. This self sabotaging wall she had put up was impenetrable on her own. She needed his touch, his scent, his skin.
It rose up, like a strong current under the waves. A pulse of determination. She didn't want to lose him. Not over this nonsense.
She reached for her phone again.

B: I'm sorry, I really am.

Seconds passed by at an antagonisingly slow rate. Finally, her message came up as read on her text chat.

V: For what?

B: All of this. My pigheadedness.

V: Ok I accept your apology. Though I really do need to sleep. We will talk about this, face to face, soon.

B: Ok


Her finger traced down her thigh, lighting up her skin. Slipping into her lace lining, she wet the tips of her fingers. Using her own slickness to ignite the sensitive bud. She groaned, not because it felt good, but because it wasn't enough. It hadn't been enough in a long time.
Her other hand tapped on her phone's keyboard.

B: I can't fucking take this anymore.

She continued on her plan to make herself come once more. But each time she fell over the line, it only made the urge stronger.
Her phone pinged. She hungrily read it.

V: Show me how bad it is for you.

A pulse ripped through her core, making her verbally curse. She lowered her phone, angling the camera to show her soaked fingers wrapped up in her panties. And her face, flushed with her frustratingly painful yearning for him.
She hit send. He replied almost immediately.

V: Mmmm, good girl. What can I do to make this better for you?

B: Come fuck me, I'm going fucking crazy!

V: Bulma, Satan City is more than 3 hours away, even if I don't stop for anything…

B: I don't think you understand how much pain I'm in at this moment… I have a need for you that isn't like anything I've felt before.

V: I do understand, I really do, It's been just as long for me. If my dick gets any harder it will explode.

B: You can fuck me in any hole, anyway you want

The message sat on read for a long while, until he began to reply.

V: I'll be there in 3 hours

Her sigh faltered as it ran up her throat. She had successfully communicated just what kind of mood she was in. No games, she wanted a part of him he was yet to show her. One they had spoken about, things he had done to others that she had only fantasized about. He was coming, he was finally coming to her. Her body shuddered as Bulma upped the tempo, pressing in around her clit, stimulating the base through her skin. She made herself climax once more, as expected it only made her body ache for more.
Only 3 hours to go and this longing would be over. Like a crazed animal she pulled through her suitcase, knowing she packed something a week before. The plan was to dress up and tease him with some photos. All she had managed to do was taunt her own body to the point of madness. But now, the lingerie would get a much better workout. She hoped he ripped the appealing garments straight from her body. She hoped he was frustrated, she hoped he was furious. She had a need to be punished for her sins. Words were inadequate. Her body was better at expressing to him how she felt than her words were. She would make it to him with her cunt.

The painstaking wait felt like eternity. It finally ended with her phone illuminating with his caller ID.

"Hello?"

"I'm here, how do I get into the visitors parking?"

"Drive up to the keypad, call unit 516, I'll buzz you in"

The roaring Camaro engine revved. Echoing the aggravation between them perfectly, like a wild beast. Her stomach did flips. The intercom rang and she pressed the lock key.

"It worked."

"Buzz again at the elevator, 516"

"Ok"

The phone call ended. Her feet burst into action, propelling her toward the bathroom. She reached the mirror and inspected her make up. Turning her face in the downlights. Good enough. He was only going to mess it up.
Again the intercom buzzed. She ran back and buzzed him up. She stepped toward the door and waited to hear the elevator ping before she cracked the front door open. His cologne hit her first, a mix of spice and musk that sent images of him on top of her straight to her brain. His body soon followed. Skin ablaze in the dull light. She sunk into the wall and let him pass, she shut the door behind him softly.

"You made it"

He stopped, turning his head so his profile was visible.

"All this way, just to see you"

"I appreciate it"

His body moved quicker than her eyes could register. His hand pressed her hip, sending her firmly into the wall, back first.

"Why am I here Bulma?" He snarled playfully.

Her breath quaked again.

"To accept my apology, to fuck me"

"Your apology? Hmmm, that will come later. First I'm going to take my frustration out on you"

His hand slipped across her cheek, his lips hovering imminently above hers. Fuck yes, how did he know without her having to say much at all to him. Did he really know her that well?

"You know what I want?" She asked.

"Always"

"I want it, all of it"

"Enlighten me, tell me what it is you think you're getting"

"All of you"

He growled and pulled away from her. "Are you sure? This is how you want it? We haven't talked through it much"

Bulma brought up her hands to her mouth, trying to hide some vulnerability to him. He grabbed them, pulling them aside.

"No more hiding, tell me"

"I can tell you have been holding back some of the.. Things you're into. The kinky stuff, the dominance, the control. Do you want more from me?" Bulma asked.

"Yes"

"Do you want to do them to me now?"

His Onyx eyes searched downward, like he had only just noticed the flimsy material covering her curves. His hand moved up and across his face, pulling his skin as it went, a long sigh escaping him.

"I haven't decided exactly what I want to do to you yet, but I've got almost 6 weeks of pent up frustration to unleash. Are you sure?"

"I'll tell you to stop if it gets too much, I want this"

"This isn't just because of the arguments?"

"That's a part of it"

"Bulma…"

"No, it's only given me the courage to say what I want. It's made me realise what I want. I have so many fantasies, you know that. I want to explore them with you. The argument is just fuel added to a fire that was already there"

He moved into her again, pressing his body eagerly into hers. "I want to do vulgar things to you"

"I want it too, I want you to fuck my ass, dominate me. Play with me Vegeta, tell me I've been bad. We can talk later, right now I want you to use this animosity between us and punish me"


A/N: Thank you all so much for your comments! Your encouragement and enjoyment out of my fic means a lot to me.