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Chapter 20
Another headache was approaching with extreme velocity. Jaw clenched, pain from her failure burnt raw into her brain. In Satan City, their test launch was plagued with errors and defeat. She had returned to West City feeling completely disheartened, but a brief interlude of bliss from Vegeta's appearance was what she needed to dive back in and start from scratch. That was until a good portion of her work was corrupted, setting their progress back months.
This day could go fuck itself and return to the dark cesspool it crawled out of.
She clicked her front door open and pushed her way inside. The only thing getting herself through the day was the knowledge she was going to have a fancy dinner with her… gulp… Boyfriend!
Thinking of, she reached for her phone and unlocked it. A few code words sent from her and he would make this tension fall away. Replaced with a different kind of tension. She didn't want any more responsibility until next week, and he so perfectly took it from her and punished her body. Then he licked her wounds clean, filling her back up with his adoration and affection. Her introduction to his dominant side had been so thrilling she had been testing her limits with him ever since she arrived back a week ago.
B: I hope you don't think you will get anything tonight…
She smiled for the first time that day. She watched the message light up as read. The dots appeared along with her increased heartbeat.
V: Really? Last time you acted this defiant, I remember your slutty little mouth wrapped around my cock soon after.
B: This time I won't obey
Her heart pounded in her chest. She was well aware of what this kind of backchat, in this kind of a mood would get her. And she was ready for it.
V: A little pressure, a firm hand and some tape will take care of that. You are mine Bulma, I'm easily able to restrain you to my will
Sending an intentionally provoking text would send him an indirect message. She wanted to feel out of control. She wanted him to take her anyway he wanted.
B: You assume you are able to teach me a lesson?
V: I know I can, in fact you've guaranteed it with your disobedience. I'm going to take great pleasure in doing kinky, dirty things to you, punishing you… All the while, knowing you are calling me Sir inside your mind. Because deep down, you know you are mine Bulma Briefs and I'll do whatever I want to you.
B: You don't scare me
V: Oh dirty little thing, you will be trembling. A short skirt or dress, high heels, hair down and no panties.
B: Yes Sir.
V: Good girl, go and shower, but don't wash away your scent. I want to get drunk on it later.
An aching moan drifted from her diaphragm and her pussy pulsated as she squeezed her thighs together. He knew exactly how to make her stress melt away. Offering up her control to him tonight was exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
B: Yes Sir, what time should I be ready?
V: You have an hour and a half.
Dinner was maddening, He had yet to touch her, bar giving her a hello kiss. Her looks of desire and positioning of her body were not working as they usually did. She had tried to flash him her bald, sleek slit on different occasions. It was like he was ignoring her on purpose. Had she over done it? He had asked her not to wear panites. When was he going to touch her.
When the bill came, and he firmly reached for it, securing it with his credit card, she finally allowed herself to ask him what she had been pining to all night.
"Will you come back to my house tonight?"
His eyes kicked up from the bill and fell onto her gaze. "I haven't decided where you'll be punished yet"
"Then let me beg , I have a surprise for you"
She had learnt fast. Giving him what he wanted, being a good little slut. They were now inside his car, speeding toward her place. Her mind shuddered in anticipation. Ever since learning about his deviant side early on. She had been taking classes, well fitness classes, but still. She had the new toy installed a few days ago. After taking it for a spin, with 18's approval, she felt confident enough to show him. Sir.
She wiggled her hips in the seat, trying to make contact with the vibrations of the car. He aching core soaked with suspense. Sensing her arousal, or smelling her, a strong calloused hand brushed the hot skin of her thigh. She almost yelped at his touch.
"Oh dear, are we frustrated aren't we my little slut?" His smirk made her even more wet, if that was even possible.
"You haven't touched or looked all night"
"I don't need to, I know you obeyed"
"I need you"
He chuckled, turning into her street. "Don't you have something to show me first?"
The air shook as it left her throat. "Yes"
"Yes?"
"Yes Sir"
She was becoming less confident by the second, her need for him was clouding her senses. Before long her muscles would follow, betraying her.
His car pulled up and he got out. Taking a few extra seconds to compose herself, Bulma followed him onto her pathway. Bulma opened her house for them. She spun around as he took his shoes off and placed a hand on his chest.
"Stay here?" She asked hesitantly.
"Call me when you're ready"
Brazenly she smiled at him, before dashing toward the living area. She switched on a lamp on a side table near the lounge. I washed the room in a sensual dull light. Perfect. She reached up to the wall and flicked a switch. The roof opened up and down dropped a pole. She stalked her way toward it as it clamped down onto the floor. She grabbed the pole firmly with both hands and spun herself around it seductively. Yes, she was ready.
"I'm ready, Sir"
Roaring down into a lower gear. He stopped his car perfectly into a parking space. So this was where his Girlfriend grew up? The complex was huge, with many different sections attached to a main dome. He slipped his sunnies onto his head and opened his car door.
He had brought this suit last week explicitly for this interview, picking it up from the tailors this morning. He was going to get this job.
With determination filling his body, he walked toward his allocated meeting spot, the main entrance.
"Hey Goku, Hey Raditz" Bulma said, walking past them.
The two brothers stopped their kickboxing drills and watched her stroll through the gym. Interest strongly coming off their aura. Piccolo stepped out and into Bulma's path.
"Bulma, why are you here? Shouldn't you be with Vegeta?" The tall green man asked.
Her eyebrows furrowed intensely. "I came here looking for him, he isn't here?"
Piccolo mirrored her confusion. "Bulma, why would he be here?"
"Training? I don't know" She raised her arms and slowly looked around the room. A few of her friends had locked eyes onto the conversation.
"You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"You passed all the tests with flying colours. Especially the physical ones" Dr Briefs said, tapping Vegeta's file
"I'm no stranger to physical activity"
"Yes, you are a former Air Force Mechanic! Had you done a centrifuge test before this one you took last week?"
"Yes I had, they are a lot of fun"
"What did you reach on your first try?"
"9G"
Dr Briefs chuckled heartily. "You were born for space travel my boy! You are a gravity beast. Most don't get past 7G"
Vegeta flashed his teeth in a cheeky grin. "Thank you"
"Bulma, he is at his interview at Capsule Corp" Piccolo said blankly.
Bulma's face dropped into pure bewilderment. "At my family's compound?" She muttered.
The ball finally dropped. Months of confusion dissolved in an instant.
"You mean he is the one interviewing for the Astronautical Mechanic today?" Bulma asked.
"I thought you knew?"
"Do you have any family?"
"Just a Girlfriend and younger Brother. Although both are capable of looking after themselves if I wasn't to make it back"
Dr Brief nodded. "It's an important part of the decision. Did you see the broadcast of the rover landing on the asteroid last year?"
"Yes, and as someone in the mining industry, I find the prospect highly exciting and wild to think about"
"Finding passion is part of the battle. Do you have strict Work Safety Procedures at your workplace now?"
His peer's face flashed into his mind. "Yes, Although a death happened recently"
"Yes, I saw in your physiological report. How would you say you handled it?"
Memory of his hesitation to tell Bulma began in his gut and travelled, transforming into a thought. "I could have handled it better in hindsight. But I've learnt from that mistake"
Dr Brief hummed in agreeance as his eyes flicked over the report. "So it seems"
"How long would training be for the right candidate?" Vegeta asked.
"15 months from coming on board the project until the rocket is launched"
"Wow, the project is on track?"
"Slight hiccups, but nothing the chief engineers can't handle. It will be a world first, it's very exciting"
"I understand completely. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity"
Dr Briefs nodded again. "So how do you go working in a team environment?"
Every little thing he said to her ran across her mind's eye. Analysing it all until the point of insanity. When did he find out she was heading the project? Did he know from the beginning?
Flashes of the boosters failing flicked inside her brain. Making her eyes squeeze shut tightly for a millisecond. She had failed to protect the rocket from exploding, she was not capable of keeping Vegeta alive. The horrible thoughts crept in and infested her senses. Her palms began to moisten with sweat.
She tried, with all her might to push the insecurities she felt about her abilities back down. She couldn't think of such things right now. Right now she needed answers.
Her car speed toward her family home.
"Your resume is very impressive, you've worked on just about every engine known to man"
"I'm confident I could learn any engines and systems you have built, maintain and repair them as needed"
"Yes, indeed. Vegeta I have to say I'm awestruck by your level of skills, not to mention your age. Younger bodies have a better time adjusting in space. For one so young, you fit what we need perfectly" Dr Briefs said stroking his mustache.
The thumping in his chest reached his throat, making it hard to breath regularly.
"But we do have to complete the list of candidates and finish their interviews"
Deep breath out.
"You're at the to…"
Dr Briefs office door exploded open, revealing his daughter, looking a mess of emotions.
"Bulma?" Dr Briefs asked shocked.
Vegeta spun in his seat, eyes widened. No not now.
"When were you going to tell me?" Bulma demanded walking over to the two men.
Vegeta got up from his chair, twisted his palms toward her in a non threatening manner. "After today"
"Why? Why couldn't you tell me"
"Remember your reasoning for not telling me who you were"
Dr Briefs eyes darted from them as their conversation bounced from one to the other. Bulma scoffed at him.
"That was different, I hardly knew you… I'm your girlfriend! Don't you trust me?"
"This isn't about trusting you...It's about me and my career"
"Bulma dear, we need to finish this interview. You can talk it over afterwards" Dr Briefs interrupted.
Bulma shot daggers at her father. His kind eyes and soft smile seemed to ease her into compliance. She screamed out in exasperation, taking four steps to turn around and slam the door back behind her. Vegeta sighed and sat back down. Dragging his hand down his face in embarrassment. Not only did he just have a domestic in front of a potential Boss, he did it in front of his Girlfriend's father.
"I'm sorry about that Dr Briefs, I…"
"So you're the one dating Bulma?"
A/N: Don't kill me...
This is the end of season 1 all my little perverts. Back soon xx
