Chapter 27
Rage gripped her whole body, like she was being squeezed, all the air was being pushed out of her lungs. How dare they question her abilities, after everything she had achieved. The Capsule Corp rocket, her rocket, was the most advanced rocket in the world. She knew it inside and out, any crisis would be handled. She would make sure of it.
Her mouth opened to answer the passive-agressive questions by the stupid, arrogant reporter.
But her father bet her to the punch. Even calling her out by name to the world watching.
"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" Dr Briefs said, then sipped on some water.
The NCS employee scoffed at his answer. "We both know, Director Briefs, that this relationship will cause more drama in the control room. Your daughter has a history of rocky, melodramatic relationships after all"
"Officer Briefs has a very professional manner while at work, she has proven this time and time again. She had an alias at work until a few months ago."
"Speaking of which, we have reports of angry outbursts, distracting phone calls and messages from other team members. Do you care to comment on those allegations sir?"
Clenching so hard down on her teeth, she bit the inside of her cheek in frustration. Just as she opened her mouth again, her peripherals spotted movement.
Vegeta had stood up, his hands firmly on the desk in front of him. "Officer Brief's past relationships have no impact on this mission. And unfounded allegations of one begrudged former employee hardly counts as evidence. All of her team, including myself, stand behind her confidently and believe in her abilities as an Officer." He said, his face menacing and stern.
"You would know all about her past relationships, wouldn't you Vegeta? Or maybe your girlfriend hasn't been as forthcoming as she should have been? Did you know she once had..."
"Do you actually have an intelligent question for the panel, Ms Touya? About the never before attempted mission, highly inventive technology or maybe a question to one of the world class professionals at the peak of their respective fields? Or is the only part of this complicated mission that you can comprehend, the personal lives of the team members?" Vegeta smirked.
Three astronauts beside him failed horribly to keep their composure, letting out clear sniggering at their teammates jab. Followed swiftly by soft chuckles from other media personnel. The middle aged woman's face flushed. But determination still filled her features.
Standing in his uniform, like a sexy, goddamn boss. His body tight and toned from the intense training, his dark grey jumpsuit hugging his body in all the right places. Especially his well formed ass. Pumps of blood pulsed around her body, heading straight for her throbbing core. Watching her partner, in his element awoke something inside. Like lighting a candle in a dark room. Her desire for him illuminated in her mind like a sudden wave.
"Vegeta, you had a traumatic childhood, could you…" Luciana started.
"Next question please"
Saved by public relations. Vegeta sat down as the questioning in the room went on, over the top of the NCS workers question.
"Director Briefs, would you say the team are united in their goals to…"
Voices around her dulled as her eyes fell onto his. He quickly scanned her face, reading it perfectly. Echoing her intense stare, he then looked away, trying hard to follow the questions and answers of the room.
Fuck he looked good.
Thudding of her back on the cold, hard wall only sent more waves of pleasure to her spine. Feverishly, she continued kissing him. Pulling him in by the grey material covering his body. She wanted it off, all of it.
"You looked so fucking sexy" She said, between desperate kisses.
The curve of his smirk pulled his lips away from hers, his hot breath pushed against her face as he laughed. "I'm going to rip that tight little skirt of yours up around your waist, use it as a leverage to blast into you so fucking hard"
"Oh my fucking god" She said, kissing him hard again.
Their hands returned to grabbing at each other's clothes, pulling and grabbing wildly. Reaching to the side, she felt out for the door handle. Grasping onto it she pulled the latch open. The door swung open, revealing her office.
Vegeta took no time in pushing her inside and slamming the door closed behind him. The resounding clang of the door closing, then clicking into a locked position behind them made her heart pump furiously.
She was on him again, pulling at the front of his jumpsuit, guiding him over to the desk. Slipping her tongue inside his mouth, tasting him as he nibbled at her bottom lip. Before his hands persuaded her legs to wrap around onto his hips, she broke from their kiss. Swiping at her desk like an antagonised animal, the contents smashed and exploded onto the floor. Heels clacking as she began pushing him backwards toward it. His face exhilarated by her sudden hankering for him. She did enjoy him in uniforms after all.
With palms battered against his chest, she pushed him over her desk. His back and ass sliding onto the wooden surface.
"Something got you excited?" He asked looking up at her.
Her hands seized her blouse, unbuttoning it eagerly. "Shut up and fuck me" She pulled herself up on the desk, straddling his hips
"Yes ma'am" He said, hands running up her legs.
Bending down to meet his lips, they resumed their charged kiss. Strong hands grasped her thighs, pulling her stockings away from her skin. His fingers urgently pierced through the material, ripping a hole in one movement. Excitedly she choked on her breath, feeling a sudden rush of cool air. Tickling and stimulating her skin as he continued to move his hands.
"Oh my fucking god"
The next rip he executed, spread the hole with ease. Creating easy access to her panties. One hand wrapped itself in her skirt, that had bunched above her hips, twisting itself in the material and pulling her pelvis down onto his hard bulge. With his promises enacted, his fingers from his free hand slipped inside her lace underwear, coating themselves in her juice.
"Dirty girl, you really are excited"
"Didn't I tell you to fuck me?" Bulma said, unzipping his jumpsuit. Revealing his tanned toned chest. Her eyes drank in his form, as the zipper further exposed abs and his tuff of black hair. A little treasure trail to his enlarged, hard cock. One she never got sick of following. "Hurry up and fill me up"
Vegeta grabbed his length in his hand, while she pulled her panties to the side. Quickly he rammed himself inside her. The sudden fullness made her tighten around him. His thick, veiny shaft pumping into her, engineered a loud yelp out of her throat.
"Like this?" He asked harshly.
Pushing himself upwards, while pulling her skirt toward him. thrusting himself all the way to the hilt.
"Fuck yes" She moaned, the feeling of being full finally arriving and filling her brain with a mixture of white fog and chemical release.
"You're all ready for me, little slut" He murmured.
Her hands slammed onto his chest, pinning him down and taking away his leverage. She rocked her hips while she opened her eyes.
"You are going to make me cum, do you understand?"
He looked up at her as he softly kissed her arms that had pinned him down. The look of defiance in his onyx eyes made her throb with excitement. A hand shot up, grasping her throat, squeezing slightly. "Understood"
Her breathing became laboured as his wide hand span cut off some of her airway, the fog that had flooded her mind was strangely loaded with intense pleasure. Her eyes closed as she ground hard down onto him, his solid dick exerting pressure against her puffy walls while she slid up and down onto his length. She searched with her hips for the sweet spot as his grip tightened.
"Oh fuck…" She hardly managed to get the sound past his hand.
"You like that mistress?" He asked, pumping his hips up into her, using her skirt as an anchor.
She felt his uniform become soaked in her wetness, the cold moist fabric only adding to the amazing sensations rippling through her body. "Yes, harder!"
"Yes Ma'am" He purred.
They had warned him, his stubbornness had him convinced he didn't need to heed their warnings though. Oh how wrong he had been.
"Are you ok?"
Against his body's natural reflexes, he managed to keep his stomach contents down. "Yeah"
"You're all white!"
Frowning he hissed. "Leave me alone, I'm trying to concentrate!"
Nausea bubbled up again, creating a pool of saliva inside his mouth and a pounding in his chest..
"We tried to tell you it would make you queasy, but you didn't want to believe it" Her voice pierced inside his head, making the painful feeling worse.
"Bulma dear, let the man concentrate"
"Hmmph"
Finally she was quiet, concentration returned and he closed his eyes. He would need to get comfortable in the weightless environment. His body, completely foreign to the feeling, activated it's defense mechanisms and tried to make him evacuate the contents of his stomach. Thinking he had ingested something toxic.
Slowly the feeling dissipated, his senses getting used to the loss of gravity, and all it's symptoms.
"Being in an environment like this will impact your body, you will be out of gravity for over nine months"
"So I need to train more?" Vegeta asked, opening one eye.
The screen relayed Dr Briefs image back to him. "Precisely. Look, your heart rate is dropping back down to resting levels already. Concentration is key, you really are a natural."
"Did you expect anything less from a 9G inductee?"
Dr Briefs laughed. "Don't boast yet Vegeta"
"Yeah, it doesn't look good on you" Bulma huffed.
"Well, I've passed this test? Don't you agree?"
They could have replied in a completely different language for all he knew. A sudden ringing inside his ears made hearing their syllables nearly impossible, much less being able to decipher what they were trying to communicate. Instantly he knew what was happening. Mind racing, it scanned the area for danger. His eyes wide with fear. Once the scan returned back negative results, it turned inward. Searching for internal issues. Making his body shake as the possibility of going insane entered his mind.
Panic began to rise at the thoughts of such insanity.
No, he forced himself to say inside his mind, it's just your panic.
"Vegeta your heart rate, are you…"
Unsuccessful at talking himself out of it, he felt the colour drain from his face. Cold sweats washed over all of his limbs and trunk, as the contents in his stomach were being forced upward. Exploding out of his mouth.
Zoning in on a middle aged man, losing his shit, in the front table made her hands stop shaking. Calming down, her eyes darted back to her phone as she read the next paragraph of her speech. If the bitch was going to make her do a speech, she was going to embarrass the living crap out of her.
"This next story took place a few months after we first moved in together… When she first met Krillin" Her voice stopped trembling, gaining strength and volume.
The man, the middle aged one in the front row, clapped his hands gleefully. Egging her on more.
"We invited over the girls for a night out in the big city. After a few too many cocktails, our blonde beauty found the smallest, baldest dude in the club. She danced and snogged him for what felt like hours"
"Yeeeaah!" Krillin triumphantly yelled, much to the crowd's enjoyment.
"She then came over to me, obviously wanting to ask my advice on something…"
"Oh no, don't" 18 whined, hiding her face in her hands. "Noooo"
"Yes my love, yes…" Bulma laughed. The crowd plainly enjoying 18's torment.
"Anyway, she waltz up to me, tapped my shoulder and shouted over the loud club music, asking me if the girls would mind if she took him home"
"YYEEEEAAAHHH!" Raditz hollered, the crowd going wild.
Bulma picked up her voice, pulling the microphone closer to speak over the loud cheering. "I asked her, 'do you pay half the rent?', to which you answered what, babe...?"
Bulma agressively pushed the microphone toward 18's mouth, a grin spread from ear to ear. 18 rolled her eyes at her friend and answered through gritted teeth.
"Yes, I do pay half the rent"
"So I replied, 'do whatever... the... fuck... you.. want', and ladies and gentlemen can you guess what she did next?"
Everyone shook their heads, anticipation thick.
"She waltz right back over to her new little bald squeeze, and I watched, ladies and gentlemen, as her mouth formed the words…'she said yes', they then proceeded to high five each other"
The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping and laughter.
"I had been tricked into giving her permission to have adult relations in her own apartment. And now look at us! Here at their wedding!"
"I hate you" 18 mumbled.
"Thank you everyone, let's toast to the happy couple"
Everyone in the room raised their glasses. "Cheers!" resounded through the large room.
Being the last for speeches, the M.C reminded the room over the microphone that the cake was about to be cut, then, the dancing would start. Bulma's eyes searched around for her boyfriend's black gaze. But, instead she fell onto another set of familiar dark eyes. Her stomach dropped.
Yamcha.
Beating like a galloping race horse, her heart slammed into her chest. Something had flicked her instincts the past few sessions at Piccolo's gym. He followed her around like he wanted to say something, but didn't have the balls too. Had she been right? He definitely wanted to speak with her. However, she was in no mood for his shit, especially after successfully completing her terrifying speech in front of hundreds of people.
Sauntering over to her, he placed his arm and rested it on the elevated table she sat at, next to the bride and groom. "Hey Bulma, great speech"
"Go away dickhead" She huffed, slamming the rest of her champagne down her throat. She needed it, and quick, to deal with this loser.
"Yeah, I deserved that, look I'm…"
"Yamcha, I don't want to do this right now. Can't you go and annoy some other poor soul?"
"Please, just hear me out. Honestly, I just want to apologise to you"
"Apologise?"
"Yes, I've been doing some internal work on myself. With the help of a professional, of course. And I've come to realise I was very toxic in our relationship and afterwards."
"You've been in therapy?"
"Yeah, Bulma I have. After my last girlfriend told me I was manipulative and gaslighting her…"
"That sounds familiar," Bulma said, her tone dropping.
"Yeah, you're right. I've been a complete asshole. And I just want you to know, I'm …"
"What the fuck do you want numbnuts?" Vegeta's deep voice cut through the air like a knife.
Bulma's mouth opened to quiet her boyfriends interruption, but Yamcha got to it first.
"Oh hi Vegeta, look, this isn't the time or place. I'll catch you later Bulma"
"No you won't fuckface, piss off and leave her alone. Or do you need another lesson?"
Yamcha put his hands up innocently, showing his palms as a sign of backing off. "Sure, whatever. I'm leaving Vegeta. Cya Bulma"
"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed as Yamcha walked off, tail between his legs.
"Wait, you want to speak to that absolute fuckwit?"
"He was apologising and you scared him off!"
His face twitched and eyes closed as his arms wrapped around his chest in a defensive stance. "Tch, apologise? Yamcha? Really Bulma, I thought you were smarter than that"
"Don't insinuate I'm stupid! I know Yamcha better than you do Vegeta, he was apologising to me"
"Maybe you do know him, but I understand men better than you Bulma. Everything is to just get into your pants. He is no different"
"So everything you do is to get laid?"
Vegeta smirked. "Yes"
"Stop being a dick!" Bulma huffed, picking up her bag and sliding out from her chair. "I'm going to get a drink, don't follow me!"
A/N: So, what do you think Yamcha's deal is?
