Chapter 23

"Dad, do you mean? Does Vegeta have the job?"

Her heart could be in her throat for all she knew, it pounded hard. Dr Briefs quietly nodded. Like so many times that day, alarm rose inside her stomach. Pushing against her organs and terrifying her.

"Can you watch him launch into space? Knowing the chances we may fail? And he could be killed"

Bulma's eyes met her fathers. She fought back tears. Him acknowledging failure did not mean it would happen. It was just a fact of space travel. She knew this. There was little to no control once they were outside the atmosphere, hell even just leaving the ground created so many uncertainties. They could be sending them to their doom.

"Because I need you level headed, this is my main concern"

Leaving his gaze, she settled on her own lap. She wasn't strong enough in her own conviction to face her father's question yet.

"Can you work at your full potential with such a cherished person in the rocket?"


The clock ticked to 45 seconds, counting up to a minute.

"Here it comes again, get ready!" Turles boomed.

"Fucd!" Raditz slurred.

"And drink!"

Bulma, Vegeta, Turles, Yamcha, Goku, 18, Krillin, Raditz and the petite unnamed blonde took another shot. Chichi and Piccolo shook their heads.

"6 more to go!" 18 sung in tune.

"Yami, I don't feel so good" The petite blonde chirped.

Bright blue eyes lit up. Jackpot!

"Oh, what's the matter?" Yamcha cooed, leaning his body closer.

The small petite woman's face ran white to green in a millisecond. Before he could back up the vomit was projected into the air. Landing in Yamcha's lap, covering his hands and arms.

"Oh, FUCK!"

"Drink!"

Everyone drank through cackling laughter. While Yamcha flicked vomit off his hands and his blonde date slumped in her chair.

"Oh dear, let me go get a towel!" Chichi urgently got out of her chair.

"Time for her to go home" Piccolo grumbled. "Me too, by the way this is heading"

"Time to put those big feet to use, Yami" Vegeta smirked.

"Oh fuck off Vegeta!"

Yamcha bent over, grabbing his date and slinging her over his shoulder.

"Can we catch a lift?"

Piccolo grimaced. "No! I just got my car's interior redone. I don't want vomit on my leather"

Bulma sniggered. "Looks like you're walking home buddy, lucky ya got such big feet"

Yamcha shot her a look and continued to walk away. Exiting the party for the last time. Bulma felt tension in her chest release at the sight of him disappearing into the night.

"Drink!"

Bulma quickly refilled her shot glass with cider and threw it down her neck .

"See, you didn't need to kick his bike. He does a good job of humiliating himself on his own"

"He still deserves a swift fist to the ball sack"

Vegeta threw his head back and cracked it.

"Drink!"

"Shit!" Vegeta rocked back into his seat and grabbed his shot glass.

"Anymore and I think I'm going to puke!" 18 winced.

"It's your hens, you have to last until the end"

"I don't have to do shit! Marrying him is enough"

"Hey!" Krillin piped up.

"Drink!"

"You dunt say that" Raditz slurred slightly lifting his head from the table.

"Man, didn't you have 'goon of fortune' set up?" Turles asked.

"Goon of fortune!" Raditz screamed lively.

"What the fuck" Vegeta said refilling his shot glass. "Is goon of fortune?"

A voice coming back from inside popped up. "He pegs a wine bladder, from boxed wine, to the clothesline"

"Hey, Hey, dunt give away me secrets"

"Drink!"

"Fuck, how many minutes left?" Krillin whined.

"1 babe"

"Thank fuck!"

Bulma watched her tall green friend cross his arms over his chest "You've created this you know?" Annoyance ripe in his tone.

"How is this my fault?" Krillin whined.

"DRINK!"

"Oh man!" Turles said, emptying his last shot.

"You know how he gets when…" Goku looked around for Chichi. He had the hat once that day, he wasn't about to be stuck with it again. "You know, around women"

"So you're saying because I wanted a shared bucks and hens that this…" Krillin pointed toward Goku's older brother.

"It's tiiime… foooor… GOON… OF... FORTUNE" Raditz screamed into an old, cut off power cord.

"Is MY fault?! If anything, he's your brother and your responsibility"

"I can't control him, nobody can," Goku said, laughing nervously.

Raditz had the boxed wine bladder in his hand out of nowhere and was swinging it around, waking people in the face with it. Piccolo sighed and walked over to the tall man.

"Give me that!"

The bladder was snatcthed suddenly. Raditz's intoxicated face spun around in confusion. Piccolo walked over to the clothes line and secured the wine bladder to the wire with pegs.

"Alright listen up you drunk fucks!" Piccolo echoed his voice in the backyard.

The remaining 9 people's attention was directed by the green man's voice.

"Get in a circle around this clothesline. I will spin the bladder, whoever the bladder stops on must drink. I am appointed spinner and drink administer, considering I don't drink" Piccolo said putting a hand on his chest. "Last one standing wins!"

"Goon of Fortune!"

"Is that all he can manage to say at this point?" Tein asked, stepping off the balcony and onto the grass. Launch following closely behind.

"It's only going to get worse," Turles added.

Giggling to herself, Bulma felt a cold hand on her arm. She turned to Vegeta, his finger pressed to his lips in a sign of silence. She obeyed him and allowed him to pull her body away inconspicuously from the crowd of their friends.

"This seems like a perfect time to murder that sweet pussy of yours"

Her hand shot up to her mouth to capture her laughter.

"Come on, Tarble is out of town this weekend. And his door locks…"

The only words she needed to hear was door locks. Her body floated lustfully behind him. Each step further pounding pressure into her pussy as it pulsed. Alcohol was a social lubricant, it was also a perversion expander. Especially in Bulma Briefs case. Murdering her pussy, yes fucking please.
Her hand slipped delicately into his rough dependable ones. He squeezed her hand tight as he led her through the darkening house. The light was quickly fading on their surroundings.
He found his brother's room with ease, pushing her through the door and bolting it shut behind him.

"I believe you owe my pussy a…"

Vegeta grabbed her hips, sending her backwards. Her ass hit the desk, sending more pleasure beacons to her slick center. Quickly and with resolution he dropped to his knees in front of her. His dark primal gaze locked onto hers. Pushing back her thighs and opening them up like a book. He kissed on the outside of her shorts.

"Vegeta, I've been in these all day. Maybe I should shower?"

"No! You smell and taste better when your pussy has been confined all day"

The moan was too strong to keep inside, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Groaning at his words and rocking her hips.

"Well take them off already"

Letting go of her thighs, they dropped and his hands wrapped around the top of her shorts, tugging hard. She scrambled to undo the button and zip. She shifted her ass and finally he freed her from them. Throwing them flippantly behind him. He lunged forward, pressing his lips and nose back into her cunt. Only a tiny piece of lace between him and his conquest.

"Fuck I love the way your pussy smells" His eyes found her again. "You taste so good"

She darted her eyes down to him. She was sure her face was bright red by how much heat was radiating from it. Watching her as his tongue licked and teased her thigh skin, his eyes only became more savage.

"Omg, please stop teasing me"

Spontaneously his hands grabbed under her thighs, sending them back up. Spreading her cunt in front of him. His teeth latched onto the lace of her panties, fingers hooking the thin bit of material in place. Pulling them aside he buried his mouth into her wetness. His growls reverberated into her core.

"Oh fuck!" Her voice moaned. "Yes, yes, oh my god"

A wet, controlled tongue slid up and down her folds, tasting her and lubricating himself to massage her swollen bud. His hand slipped off her thigh, she replaced it with her own. Keeping her leg in place while two of his fingers were drawn inside her tight spongy entrance. Slipping inside her, he expertly found the soft enlarged zone inside her, pressing it as his fingers kneaded. After a time her body began to rock in rhythm with his strokes. He always knew she was getting close, her folds were swollen and pulsing against his mouth. Pulling his tongue back inside his mouth, he began to kiss her warm, wet flesh

"No, don't stop"

He was standing before she could say anything else. Her panties gone and her cunt pumping for more contact as the cool crisp air only pointed out his refusal to let her complete. His shirt gone hours before, her hands grabbed at his chest.

"Why did you stop?"

"I want to feel you tighten around me as you cum, call me selfish"

"Selfish prick"

One authoritative press of his hard knob against her throbbing opening was all the convincing she needed.

"Yes, put that hard cock inside me"

His mouth curved arousingly. That fucking smirk. His mouth found hers. Tenderly his lips kissed and sucked at hers, moaning into each other's mouths. Vegeta grabbed one leg, spreading it straight and flat across the edge of the desk. He grabbed her other leg and pushed it straight up against her body. His head pressing into her soaked folds. Luckily she was flexible.

"Fuck me" She said, as his hot breath hit her neck as he broke their kiss."Please"

Fingers wrapped around his base, delicately squeezing and pumping. He growled against her neck as her hand further hardened his shaft. rocking her hips over his hard dick, she guided him in the perfect position. Teeth sunk into her skin, pressing down as his cock slowly drove upwards, stretching out her lips.

"Oh fuck! Yes"

He began rolling his hips upwards as he pumped himself completely inside her. Slowly and controlled. It sent her fucking wild. Her hips bucked, trying to get him to up his tempo. Fingers slid up her chest, wrapping around her neck as he continued to kiss and bite at her tender neck. Squeezing ever so slightly.

"Harder, oh fuck... Harder!"

Gripping her elevated leg tighter, he used it as an anchor and began thrusting hard against her hip, smashing himself in and out of her wet hole. She felt herself constrict around him, pulling on him harder.

"You feel so fucking good. I'm going to cum already" He groaned into her ear softly.

"You better fuck me harder then" She whispered through his clenched hand around her neck.

He kissed her hard and removed his hand from her throat, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her hips forward. With new access her slammed and pumped his cock inside her tight slit. Fuck he look so delcious fucking her, the way his face buckled with pleasure. Euphoria flooded her system.
Bulma grabbed at the desk, holding on with one hand while her moans became increasingly louder. Her free hand slid down her stomach and skimmed her swollen bud. Rubbing softly in a circular motion she rocked in time. Edging herself further. Her orgasm became imminent. His cock angled straight up, hitting the sensitive spot inside her cunt, she felt the rolling of her climax begin in her core, rushing up her spine and into her brain. Her hand instinctively reached out and grabbed at his body. She squeezed hard.

"Fuck, yes, don't stop"

Muscles tensed hard, her cunt grasping hard around his thick meaty dick as waves of pleasure made her body quiver. Pulling her hips in closer to him he arched his back. Boring into her hard and fast. The wave of pleasure peaking and the slowly subsiding in a hard white flash.

"Come inside me" She moaned.

Vegeta looked up at her and reached his hand behind her head. Pulling her down to kiss him. Obliging him she slipped her tongue inside and sucked at his bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth as his cock continued to thrust into her, juices covering his cock and sack.

"Fill me up with your load"

"Oh god" He groaned. "Fuck!"

Thrusts becoming slower and more purposefully, she felt his body tense as hers just had. He groaned loudly, his shaft pulsated hard and pumped her full of his thick white seed. A few more slow pumps as the throbbing subsided.

"Fuck" He breathed hard.

"Mmmm, you know how to treat a lady" She giggled. "We should head back before anyone notices"


Of course the last house was extravagant. She was Bulma fucking Briefs after all. If not now, then when?

"You fucking show off" 18 husky voice rummbled in her friends ear.

"It's all for you babe" Bulma hugged her friend.

The whole exterior yard was lit up by fairy lights and small little fires. Bar staff almost outnumbered the remainder of their group. A DJ pumped loud tunes just as the outdoor area began and the house finished.
Chichi grabbed 18's hand and led her to the dance floor. Bulma grabbed a champagne and walked over to Vegeta. Who sat with Raditz and Krillin. She plopped herself next to him, he didn't break his conversation as his arm wrapped around her instinctively. The weight of his thick arm felt comforting, just as much as his body heat was.

As the men droned on beside her, her mind crossed to her conversation with her father. Would having Vegeta on board make her decisions harder to make? Could she remain on course knowing his safety was going to be risked. He would need to be one of the crew to complete a space walk if it was necessary. Could she listen to that unfold from earth?
The thought completely terrified her. She shivered.

Vegeta's hand grasped her and pulled her closer. His instinct was to protect her. Wasn't it hers too?

She closed her eyes. He had protected her, more times than she could count. Now it was her turn.
An overwhelming feeling filled her. Compelling her to make a move.
Leaning forward she grabbed a napkin from the table. They had been specially designed for Krillin and 18's bucks & hens. Her purse was still attached to her, slung across her chest. She reached inside for her red lipstick.

She began writing on the napkin. Her face was hardly able to hide her large, wide dumb grin. Folding the napkin into a little origami letter design, she threw it at Vegeta's head.
Instantly he swung around to look at her, she just goofily laughed at him. Black eyes darted down to the little folded napkin on the ground. Eyebrows furrowing, he bent down and picked it up. Eyeing her once more suspiciously before he read the note.


"I could never get in the way of his career" Bulma's face dropped.

"So when Vegeta is brought onto the project, you will leave?"

Continuing to look at her hands she began to sob. Dr Briefs left his chair and walked over to his daughter. How could she build something knowing its potential to kill him?

But, wasn't a spacecraft designed and built to keep the astronauts safe? Of course, she had been looking at this from a completely wrong perspective. She was the only one who could design something to keep him safe. Her love would make sure he came back to her. Her love? Did she really love him?

Her eyes shot up, intensity burning in them. ""No I won't be leaving! I will be heading this, because I'm the best woman for the job! He won't die, so long as I am in charge of his protection. Dad, I'm going to make an A.I. to help protect the astronauts and run the life support and to monitor the spacecraft."

Dr Brief smiled at his young, blue haired daughter. He rested his hand on her shoulder.

"And it's going to have my heart inside of it's core" She said.


His strong dependable hand held hers again for the last time that night. Pouring devotion and protection into her. She planned to do the same. She would help take him to his dreams, to help him reach his goals.
Leading her to her bedroom. The lights automatically switched on, illuminating the room.
Vegeta's body promptly turned and met hers.

"I love you too Bulma Briefs" He smiled, placing her note on her desk.

Her face blushed pink, she lifted her hands to shield her embarrassment. He gently pulled them away and kissed her.

"Make love to me"

"Yes Ma'am"