Chapter 22

Dread was the only word coming to mind, a word to express the moment she found herself in. Her father's office door made a creek, she had heard many times before. But this time it grated hard.
She sat herself down, ready to explain.

"Bulma my dear, I gather you have spoken with Vegeta?"

Now knowing better, she intended to fix this mess she made. Now knowing better, she kept quiet and nodded.

"He does appear to be a man of action, I knew he would want to find you and make it right straight away"

"He didn't do anything wrong" The words just feel out of her stupid mouth.

Dr Briefs now nodded. "Of course. Bulma, you understand how important this mission is. To the company, to us, to mankind?" He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his lab coat. "We need the best of the best working for us. People who are not distracted by what is happening on earth. This decision is the most important one"

Bulma balled her fists, squeezing her nails into her skin. "I know!" She slammed her fist onto her father's desk. " I know how important this is. It's been my goal for as long as I could remember. But Dad, he is the right one. I've seen what he can do. I've created most of the machines going to that asteroid, I KNOW he could learn them! Fix any issues that might arise. He's fit, he's young! I fucked up, not him! Please don't punish him!"


Pink streamers flapped in the wind while little plastic toy jewels clanged in the spokes of the bike's wheels. His breathing heavy. Surely he wasn't this unfit? Maybe it was the body he was dragging behind him. Bulma giggled with glee as her skates rolled against the asphalt, her hands tucked under the bike seat, legs either side of the back wheel.

"Come on Vegeta! Faster!"

"Maybe we should swap next time? See how fast you go!"

"Don't be silly, you weigh too much!"

Vegeta pumped the brakes hard and fast. Bulma was unable to stop her body's inertia, ramming crutch first into the princess bike seat.

"Ouch! My pussy!"

"Want me to rub it better?"

He felt her body press against him, her breasts prodded his back. Lips tickling the sensitive skin near his ear. "You better kiss it better later"

"Yes, Ma'am"

Her skates set off rolling beside him, she turned and jumped up onto Krillin and 18's driveway. Vegeta picked up the hot pink bike and threw it on the lawn with one arm, before following Bulma. Her body disappeared through the garage as she wheeled her way to the backyard.
They were the last to arrive, Vegeta needed to lock his house after everyone left the first pit-stop. Screams, music and general loud drunk conversation was flowing from the backyard through the garage as he walked through. Sun hit his eyes, blinding his vision for a moment. Instinctively his hand came up, shielding him from the bright rays. He was able to refocus just in time to see Bulma skating straight for 18, who was waiting patiently for her turn to use the long slip and slide. It was on a decent incline, full of water, suds and had a pool awaiting the slider at the end.
Vegeta cringed as the two women impacted, screaming they went flying down the bright blue tarp.
The group cheered and hollered as the women hit the pool, water cascading onto the perfectly manicured lawn. Raditz and Turles followed suit, accelerating down the slide and crashing into the small kid pool. Covering the two women in more water.
Vegeta grabbed a beer. Swinging it up he began drinking it as he walked down to help Bulma out of the pool. Her skates still attached to her feet.

"Vegeta help!" She laughed, reaching out her hand for his.

"You idiot, you'll rust your bearings!"

"Stop being a mechanic for one second" 18 said as she pushed her body out of the kiddy pool. "And have some fun"

"I can't believe you two made a slip and slide with all these numbnuts around" Vegeta said.

"Says the dumbass who installed a flying fox on a deserted island…" 18's face contorted into a smirk. "Don't make me go find the dumbcunt hat"

Vegeta snorted, making 18's smirk enlarge.

"Ok, ok!"

18 laughed and walked off while Vegeta helped Bulma up back onto her wheels. Like some sort of detection device, his eyes fell to the thin skin-coloured material soaking and sticking to her.

"You didn't wear a bra?"

"How can you tell?" Bulma asked looking down at her chest.

"That t-shirt is see through wet"

"Fuck!" Her hands shot up and rapped under her arms, hiding her hardened nubs.

Vegeta chuckled and tried to pry her arms from her body. "Why so shy?"

"Go and get me a towel!" She giggled.

"You made your decisions Bulma Brief, now you have to live with them"

"Seriously Vegeta! Yamcha is here!"

At the sound of the name, Vegeta's head swung around. He met the gaze with her weak-willed, slightly irritating ex instantly. Of course he was watching the two of them. He looked unamused.

"I forgot the flog was here"

"Go and get me a towel!"

"Alright" Vegeta said, releasing his grip from her wrists. "Wait here"

"I don't plan on moving"

"Tch."

He began his mission into the house to find her a towel. Passing the fuckwit and the poor woman he dragged with him, in a painfully obvious attempt to piss Bulma off.
His ears pricked at the fuckwits voice.

"Yeah I was with this jealous bitch awhile ago. I couldn't do anything without her breathing down my neck"

Acid from his stomach surged upward as the rage began to deepen. The fucking hide of this cunt. He balled his fist and commanded his body to push on. It would do him, and Bulma no good to deck the little maggot here and now.
Vegeta vowed to himself to make Yamcha pay before the day was out. He tended to think Bulma would agree.


Pounding piano keys pumped through the speakers as hard bass and a silky voice flowed through the song. Bulma sang along behind him, he could hear how wide her smile was.

"Say you'll never let me go!"

Wind picked up behind them, spurring him on and giving him a moment's respite from peddling. Bulma hollered and smashed her arm into the air. Tickling his skin, Vegeta shuddered against the cool air. The day was growing cooler, the alcohol would be keeping their senses dull. Vegeta reminded himself to find her a jumper at the next house.
The bike rounded the top of the hill. He placed his foot down on the road, anchoring himself in place. He had stopped just as the hill rolled over and back down again. This had to be the biggest hill by far. Nappa's house was only 2 blocks from here.

"You ready?" He yelled over the song.

"Fuck yeah!" Bulma hooted behind him.

"Hold on!" He twisted his body, watching his girlfriend put one hand back on the seat. "Bulma! I said hold on!"

"Alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist!" She giggled, wrapping her other hand under the seat.

"Seriously, don't let go"

"Say you'll never let me gooooo" She sang along with the song again.

Fuck it, once they started flying down the hill she would hold on. Two feet left the ground and stuck again to the pedals. He pumped the chain a few times, setting the bike on it's course down the slope. His hands went white as he gripped onto the handle bars, trying to keep the bike steady. Bulma cracking up laughing behind him as they began entering mach speed. Shaking violently, the wheels took the brunt of the turbulence. Bulma's voice began to shake as her tiny wheels couldn't absorb the shock. She was holding strong behind him, still laughing as the wind blew straight into their faces. Vegeta couldn't help but release his face so a smile could take hold. The pure adrenaline and joy was too much to hold back.
They neared the end of the incline. Vegeta began to apply the breaks. He instinctively aimed for the grass of a nearby house. Incase Bulma's velocity couldn't be contained. Still, she held strong.

"Fuck yeah! That was so much fun! Take me back up the hill!"

"Are you insane?! I couldn't pedal us both up that hill!"

Bulma let go of the seat and drifted away from the bike wheel, using her legs to propel herself next to Vegeta.

"Next hill, let's swap. You can put my skates on!" Bulma beamed. "You have to try it, it's so much fun!"

"Imagine being small enough to be able to fit into your girlfriends shoes" A grating voice sounded from behind.

Oh fuck, here we go.

"Fuck off Yamcha" Bulma snapped, the ex's bike came up beside her..

"I'm just saying Bulma, you know what they say about shoe size" Yamcha cackled.

Vegeta dropped his head, knowing full well she couldn't let this slide. He prepared himself to grab her.

"He's got a bigger…," Bulma started to say as she lifted her leg and booted his back tyre with her metal skate, "cock than you!"

Yamcha's bike hopped slightly, but Bulma's centre of gravity could not be kept and she began to wobble on her wheels.
It was too late to grab her. Bulma fell backwards, her legs twisting to try and break her fall. She landed on her knee with a loud thump. Vegeta tried to drown out Yamcha's laughter as he rode off. Afraid he would crash tackle the stupid fuck if he had to listen to his laughter for a second more.
Throwing his own bike to the side, he went to his girlfriend's aid.

"You idiot, why did you do that?"

"Vegeta he was being a prick!"

"He is a prick! What did you expect? You need to learn to ignore him"

"No! He needs his head kicked in"

Vegeta began laughing.

"Don't laugh!" She whined. "And now my knee is bleeding!"

Vegeta began to remove his shirt. He felt her eyes immediately snapped to his naked torso. pulling the half empty water bottle form his back pocket he began to rinse away the dirt and rocks from her wound.

"Ouch!"

"Hold still you little shit" Vegeta smirked, grabbing her thigh.

Softly he applied direct pressure with his shirt on the wound. His eyes flicked to hers, she was lovingly adoring him as he took care of her. He lent in and enticingly brushed his lips against hers. She lashed out and nibbled on his bottom lip before kissing him hard and slipping her tongue inside. Long elegant fingers, ones that had built a rocket ship, slipped in through his hair and tugged.
Vegeta pulled away for a breath.

"Stop letting him get to you"

Her demeanor changed in an instant. "He pisses me off so much"

"You're letting him win"

"Well what do you suppose I do?"

"Humiliate him"

"Oh and how do I do that?"

"Make him wear that fucking hat again" A smirk flooded his mouth. "Remind him that he is my bitch"

"The dumbcunt hat?" Bulma laughed.

Vegeta nodded "Does he consider himself a good beer pong player?"

"Pfft, he thinks he is good at everything"

Vegeta's smirk turned wicked.


Dr Brief's head nodded slowly "I agree, Vegeta should not be punished. But…"

Bulma moaned and threw her face into her hands. "Don't say but"

Her father's hand tenderly grabbed her wrist and pulled her face free. "But… I have to take into account that he is your partner"

Bulma gritted her teeth, she wanted to fix this. For him. "I'll deal with the press, whatever they want to ask, or accuse us of! I'll handle all of the backlash, I'll make this right!" Bulma looked up at her father. "He is the right person for this role"

Dr Brief's smile was warm and comforting. "Not to worry about the press my dear. I want to know how you will feel, having him on the ship? After the trials we ran?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your confidence has dropped right off since the explosion. Having him on board, will this affect your work?"


A white, almost weightless ball entered the air, curving over their side of the table and landing directly into its red and white destination.

"YES!" Bulma cheered.

"Fuck! What the actual fuck? 8 in a row?" Yamcha whined.

The petite blonde next to Yamcha couldn't help but laugh as he had to empty yet another drink.

"I hope you can hold your liquor, Yaaamcha " Bulma teased.

"Get fucked!" Yamcha spat.

Vegeta's eyes shot to Bulma and he wiggled his eyebrows. "That can be arranged"

"Not now, eyes on the prize babe!" Bulma giggled pushing him.

Shrugging, and not breaking eye contact with the blue-haired beauty. Vegeta launched another ball directly into one of their cups. He didn't even need to look this time.

"How is this possible?" Reluctantly Yamcha grabbed the drink, throwing its contents down his throat. He gagged softly.

"4 years in the military. War zones are not always so full on, in fact they can be deadly boring. Beer pong became an obsession"

Yamcha threw his hands up in the air. "How is this a fair game then?"

Vegeta smirked and threw the last ball, hitting his intended target, once again.

"NO!"

The group erupted as Vegeta single-handedly wiped out Yamcha with 10 in a row. The lesser man was forced to drink the remaining cup.

"Put the hat on" Vegeta smirked.

"No!"

"Put it on" His voice deepened, forming a command. "Put your dumbcunt hat on Yamcha"

"Fuck"