Chapter 26

If he thought the tension from being thousands of miles away was bad, the short space between them now was next level tormenting. Leaning against his suitcase, in the corner of the packed airport elevator, her fingers twisted and slipped under her dress. Slowly she revealed chains to him.
The very lingerie and chains he spent almost 6 weeks jerking off to. She had worn it each time he directed her too. Which was often.
He tried his best to convey how fucking hard he was going to fuck her through his facial features. When he finally had the chance, she would be punished. But something told him she wasn't going to relent that easily. Big-fucking-cock-tease was her new middle name apparently.

But fuck, she was a good little submissive slut when she wanted to be.

His eyes elevated from her soft, milky white thighs to her breast, expertly framed, to her slender neck and gorgeous face. Her cheeks flushed as she hungrily watched him. She fucking enjoyed seeing him like this, unable to touch her.
He mouthed words silently to her.
I'm going to fucking annihilate you.

Apparently she could read lips. Her eyes hung low and rolled back into her head for a microsecond. Her jaw dropped and lips curved into a voiceless moan.
She got the message.


"I…"

Assured, self controlled, confident, dark and brooding. These are all things she would use to describe her boyfriend. But speechless, never.

"Do you like it? I took a liberty with the colouring"

"You can't be serious?"

"I am, it's a farewell present. You've been working so hard"

His gaze never left the brand new gunmetal Dodge Challenger parked neatly in the airport parking space. "I can't accept this"

"You have to, no refunds! It's custom designed just for you. Besides, while you're in space, I'll get to drive it!" She said, winking at him. "Come on, just test it, see how you like it"

"That's what I'm afraid of"

He had already dropped his bags, completely uninterested in anything else except the beast in front of him. Slowly he approached it, like he didn't want to spook it. His rough calloused hands ran over the losutrously smooth body of the muscle car. Matte gunmetal grey with black stripes, it seemed to suit his personality.

"Here…" Bulma called out, throwing him the keys. "I've got another surprise"

No more convincing was needed, she was surprised, she did expect a bigger fight over accepting the gift. He did hate having things bought for him, especially since he learnt about her family and who she was. But the challenger was too tempting to be passed up, even for Vegeta. Watching his face light up as he sat in the driver's seat, hands stroking the wheel. It was worth ten of the fucking cars to see such pleasure in his face.
She loved making him happy.

Driving toward their next destination, she set the next phase of her plan in motion. Placing her hands on her thighs, she deliberately dragged them up her skin, digging her nails in to leave red marks in their wake. On que she saw his eyes drawn to the movement.

"What are you doing?"

Reaching in her bag she produced a slim silver vibrator. Switching it on she trailed it up her inner thigh.

"Bulma…"

"Yes babe?"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Causing trouble again" His voice rumbled low. His cock was already growing in his pants. "What are you up to?"

"Just keep your eyes on the road"

Her hands grabbed the soft clinging fabric of her dress, exposing this lingerie under her clothes, chains pushing into her thighs.

"Fuck, you little fucking tease. The car was a ploy, wasn't it?"

"I just took advantage of your distraction"

"You are going to pay"

"I hope so"

"Dirty little whore" He growled. "How can I watch the road with you doing that…"

Cocking her legs up on the dash, she slipped the lace of her panties aside. Revealing her smooth, drenched slit. Heart pounding, watching his longing for her always managed to send her to amazing heights. Her body shuddered in anticipation.

"You're already wet"

Her moans erupted as she placed the vibrating toy on her eager cunt, siding it up and around her clit. "Watching you in the elevator really got me going"

"You love being naughty in public don't you?"

"I love teasing you with my body, the way you look at me. God Vegeta, it could make me cum on the spot"

He shifted in anticipation. "Fuck Bulma" A hand grabbed at his crotch.

"Tell me what you want to do to me"

"I'm going to taste that devine little pussy of yours, cover my mouth and face in your juices" He purred. "Have you beg for my cock, wrap my hands around you, ram myself it into all of your tight little holes, one by one"

Pushing her head back and upwards she moaned and pushed the vibrator into her folds, feeling it fill her only provoked her yearning for him to a new high.

"6 long fucking weeks of torture, and then you wear that " He motioned toward her lingerie.

All she responded with was a carnal moan, upping the pace of her vibrator.

The car turned onto the highway, kicking into gear and speeding up within a second. "Goddamn Bulma, my cock is going to explode"

"Not long" She said, moving her head to the side, her eyes illustrating just how hungry she was for him. "We will be there soon"

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a hotel, penthouse of course" She giggled. "I didn't think you would want to wait…"

Watching as he unwittingly he gripped the wheel hard, growling low in his throat. "I'm going to fucking destroy you!"

Thoughts of being under him entered her mind, skin red and swollen from being slapped and grabbed.

"That's the plan"


"Over a year of training in only 6 months" Dr Briefs said, his fingers slipping the wheel on his cordless mouse. His glasses reflecting the blue light from his monitor. "You pass with flying colours in learning the Russian language, extensive knowledge of the pod and rocket, knowledge of ISS protocol and not to mention your ability to fly fighter jets from your air force days"

"Sir, I think I need a week long sleep after the theory component of my training" Vegeta massaged his head.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. I suspect you have a bottle of champagne to pop when you get home"

He lent forward in his chair. "Just answer one more question for me, before I go and see what kind of havoc Bulma has waiting for me"

The Dr chuckled and nodded slightly. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

"The press conference…"

"Ahh, yes! Nerves?"

"It's just my…past"

"Anything they dig up won't diminish your accomplishments over the past ten years" He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "And from your reports, you're more mentally capable than I suspect you realise. If they bring up painful memories, you have the tools to deal with them"

"Bulma will get dragged into this too"

Dr Briefs face morphed into a deep smile. "She might be a hotheaded, unruly young lady, but once she is in business mode." His voice trailed into a chuckle. "I think you will be surprised at her tenacious spirit when there is an audience"

He couldn't help the smile, it just flushed across his face as he thought of her. "You know her well"

Another soft chuckled escaped the grey-haired scientist. "We will go over the plan at the meeting next week" The older man stood up and walked around his desk. "And if you're still anxious afterwards. Pull our P.R team aside to get some coaching"

Tension in his chest eased. The old Dr was onto something. "Sounds like a plan"

"You have the physical training still to go Vegeta" A hand landed on his shoulder. "You've got more important things to worry about than the press"

"Tch."

The weight he had been carrying for months, gradually lifted as he left the Capsule Corp compound and drove his brand new Dodge toward his house. Bulma obviously knew he had passed his first hurdle in becoming an astronaut. She had told him she was heading to his house to cook for him, unable to contain the excitement in her voice. Gviing away his results before her father could.
As his car pulled up in the driveway, the sun was just sneaking over the roof as it set. Finding her inside proved to be a challenge. After some tactical searching, he found her waiting for him in the gym.

After showing her techniques the first time, he laid down some sparring mats for her to practice on. Considering how busy she was with the project and crew, she had been managing to fit in a session with him at least twice a week. Telling her just how natural she was at wrestling would only go to her head at this point. He had to keep that ego of hers in check.
Arms, locked in tight, held her down with considerable force.

"You've gotten good," He said.

She only smirked at him, suddenly cutting into his dominant position. Forcing his weight to shift.

"You've been gone a long time Mr Astronaut"

Forcing its way into a grin his face muscles reacted to her words. "Oh really? Who's been training you, huh?"

"None of your business" Her voice strained as she twisted her hips, trying to angle her legs into gaining the upper hand. "Are you feeling cocky because you passed your first round of testing?"

It was futile, his body sat too high for her legs to reach him. "I never doubted my skills, and neither should you"

Knocking him from the dominant position would be near impossible for her now. Watch her struggle, it developed a need inside him. Making his cock twinge. Was this how it was going to go? Again? Every session they had seemed to end in the same way.

"Prick" She giggled.

"You're good, but you can't beat me Bulma"

"Oh yeah? You just watch! You'll be eating those words!"

"Hn." He laughed. "Not likely"

"Woow!" A shrill came from the doorway beside them.

Simultaneously their heads spun.

"Oh yeah!" Raditz laughed. "Get it Vegeta!"

"Sorry guys, we knocked… But you're obviously busy" Goku said, walking into the room and sitting down on a bench.

"Busy, yeah that's what is happening here…"Krillin grinned.

Vegeta felt his face filled with red hot anger. Did none of his friends respect his personal space or privacy? At all? Luckily they hadn't arrived a few minutes later.

"Don't mind us, keep going" Raditz winked.

"What the fuck are you numbnuts doing here?" Vegeta growled, still trying to pin his girlfriend to the floor.

"We came to get you, it's 5:30pm. Remember we hired that room" Krillin said, with an annoyed tone.

"Huh?"

"It's Goku's bucks tomorrow, dummy!" Bulma spat. "They are picking you up to go stay at Master Roshi's"

"Tch." He scoffed, pushing his body further into Bulma. "I knew that!"

"Idiot! You forgot!" Bulma spat.

Grunts erupted as they both continued to struggle.

"You know…" Goku piped up, as the other two sat beside him. "She's been training with piccolo, I'd be worried if I was you"

"She's been what?!" Vegeta growled.

"Goku!" Bulma shrieked.

"You dingus!" Raditz yelled slapping him up the side of the head.

"I was saving that as a surprise Goku!" Bulma shouted.

That's it, my opening. Time to end this. Taking her distraction, he slipped his arm under her head and used his forearm to connect his arms, cutting off her airway. Her arms flailed as she tapped out.

"Savage" Krillin muttered.


The six strong team stood in a circle. All of the men had size, being physically fit was a part of the job. Having more testosterone meant they built up more muscle than the two women. However, the two female crew members were nonetheless fit in their own rights. Aside from physical strength, he truly had come to believe he could depend on them with his life.
Bulma, their P.R team, Dr briefs, the trainers, the flight control manager, and the ground-crew manager all stood around, weaved within the astronauts. They had become a tight team. It was essential to the success of the mission.

"Do we all understand what we are going to talk about and what we are not?" The leggy blonde queried, making a point to stare at Vegeta.

His forehead vein just about burst. "Why are you looking at me?"

"Because you have been making me work the most for my pay cheque Vegeta!"

"It's your job isn't it?"

"Just don't say anything about your relationship, ok?" Her hand rested on her hip as she popped it. "Everyone understand? Vegeta and Bulma's relationship is off the table."

The group agreed in unison.

"Good, now get out there!"

Flashes blinded him the moment he stepped out from behind the curtain. Murmuring started and created a constant buzz until they all took their seats and the mics were switched on.

"Good afternoon, thank you all for being here. We are very excited to answer your questions about Project Terrastera. I just want to first introduce the members of our team."

Days he had been practicing his speech and lines, trying to train his mind into a calm state. But he couldn't stop the dissociation pulling him out of his body in the moment. Immediately he began grounding techniques, pulling his consciousness back into his mind.

"And of course our Astronauts… Captain Leah Hamilton, our pilot Elijah Howe, mission specialist Alfred Semyonov, payload specialist Marcia Steiner and our aerospace mechanical engineer Vegeta Prince"

"We will now open up to questions"

They erupted like vultures, the P.R manager selected a member of the press.

"Bulma Briefs, can you please explain why your partner, Vegeta Prince, the youngest and most under qualified, is a member of this highly prestigious team?"

The tension from the bodies beside him felt like the gravity had intensified. Great, straight out the fucking gate.

"We are not answering those questions, please keep it to the project" Bulma simply said with a kind smile.

Another reporter stood up. "To be fair Miss Briefs, the qualifications of the team are important to the project are they not?"

"Of course, but the personal lives of the astronauts are not"

"Even when they haven't properly earned their position?"

Never, in his time knowing her, had he seen such composure. Her father was right. She was in her fucking element. He would be shitting bricks right now with all this live fire coming at him. "Next question please"

Again the leggy Blonde pointed to another press member.

"Miss Briefs do you think having your partner on the team will severely impact your ability to think straight in the event of a crisis?"

Her eyes shut for a moment, her nerves strengthening and gaining momentum. Just as her mouth moved to speak she was interrupted by someone on the team.

"I would put forward, Luciana Touya of the NCS Network, that it is precisely because she has a partner on the team that she will be performing to the best of her ability"