Vegeta woke up to an empty cabin again. He noticed Goku was making a habit of hanging out with Chi Chi as she cooked breakfast for everyone. Vegeta got dressed for the day and slid on his sunglasses as he walked out the door. On his path to the mess hall, the smell of bacon filled the air and he was licking his lips when he found Bulma looking straight up into the sky.
As he approached he noticed her fists were clenched at her sides and trembling with barely contained rage. Confused, he looked up to see what was angering her to such an extent. A few feet away was a pole that the camp flag waved proudly from, and strung underneath it were a pair of lacy black panties.
Vegeta bit his fist to contain his laughter. "Yours, I presume," he chuckled as they watched the panties wave in the morning breeze twenty feet above camp. Her neck craned to look at him and her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"You!" she growled accusingly, "You did this!" Then pointed to the panties.
"What?" he laughed. "Why would you possibly think that?"
"You were alone in my cabin yesterday!" she screamed. Vegeta ceased his laughter, contemplated how to defend himself a moment, then took a step closer and leaned in so they were eye to eye.
"Theft is not how I like to get a woman's panties," he husked, then immediately side stepped past her and continued his path to the mess hall. Bulma felt her cheeks reddened as she watched him walk away.
She wondered what it would take for him to obtain her panties in the way he suggested. Hell, not much at this point. Even though he's a smug bastard, she was on the verge of humping him in the lake yesterday and all he did was touch her bare skin with his strong, rough hands. She could picture his firm muscles pinning her down on the lake's shore as he kissed her passionately. Her fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer.
A moment passed before she shook her head to refocus. She squeezed her thighs firmly together to smother the tingling in between her legs brought on by her wandering imagination. Once calmed, Bulma stomped over to the flag pole and retrieved her underwear. Who would pull such a stupid prank? On the camp director no less!
Bulma returned her panties to cabin before making it over to the mess hall to finally eat her breakfast. She could hear the hushed whispers and chuckles from her fellow counselors as she plated her meal. Bulma knew they would be able to deduce that the panties were hers, but what she was more interested in was to see who looked the most guilty.
The blue hair girl gave everyone a fierce glare as she approached the table. She looked into everyone's eyes and tried to break them with an unrelenting stare, but nobody gave.
"Just sit down already," Vegeta muttered, "you're not intimidating enough for a tactic like that." Bulma growled, but she sat down anyway.
"So, anyone ready to fess up?" Bulma frowned at her fellow counselors. Goku just smiled back at his angry best friend.
"Is everyone excited to hang out at the lake this afternoon?" he asked happily. His question seemed to break the tension and normalcy returned to the room. They cheerfully conversed about their plans, completely ignoring their fuming director. Bulma ate her meal quickly, not particularly interested in anything her friends had to say.
After a frustrating breakfast, Bulma decided to spend the remainder of her morning reading in a hammock. She rested her open book on her chest when she noticed she wasn't able to focus on the text in front of her. Her thoughts wandered, creating theories of who the prankster that stole her underwear was. No one seemed to have both motive and opportunity.
Bulma woke up from a nap and realized she hadn't noticed when she fell asleep. She checked her watch to find that it was already lunch time. She rolled off her hammock and made her way over to the mess hall to meet up with her fellow counselors.
By the time she arrived, most everyone was seated and eating. Bulma hurriedly filled her plate and took a seat next to Eighteen.
"Anything interesting happen after Chi Chi and I left the dock yesterday," Eighteen asked playfully as she gave Bulma a nudge with her elbow.
"Ugh, no," Bulma grumbled before leaning in closer to the blonde. "Vegeta is literally the most ridiculous and stupid human being I've ever met. In fact, I think I hate him," she whispered.
"So he didn't make a move, is what your saying?" Eighteen laughed and Bulma sighed. It was so mortifying, she practically threw herself at him yesterday and all he did was make jokes.
Suddenly, Vegeta came barging in the door of the mess hall, the commotion caused everyone to look up from their lunch.
"Which one of you idiots covered my guard tower in peanut butter!?" he shouted at the group. Everyone started to snicker, but Bulma let out a particularly obnoxious laugh.
"Of course it was you!" Vegeta grumbled as he stomped over to Bulma. "Is this your idea of some stupid revenge? I already told you I wasn't the one who strung your panties up the flag pole!" Vegeta was clearly enraged.
"It wasn't me!" Bulma struggled to get out between laughs, "but I wish it was!" Vegeta scowled at her before turning his seething glare onto the rest of the counselors.
"You're not intimidating enough for a tactic like that," Bulma teased, using his own words from this morning. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her, before he leaned down so his lips almost touched her ear.
"Oh, I'm plenty intimidating," he whispered, before marching over to the buffet table to make his plate. Bulma shivered as Eighteen gave her a knowing look.
The gang quickly returned to laughing and chatting like normal. Bulma wondered if this prankster would continue, the more people who got pranked the less suspects she would have. Once finished with their lunch, everyone returned to their cabins to change and get ready to swim at the lake.
The swimsuit clad counselors all congregated on the shore of the lake near the dock. Yamcha helped pull out a few canoes for those interested, while a grumpy Vegeta hosed off his guard tower.
Chi Chi and Bulma claimed a canoe for themselves and pushed it out into the water. The girls giggled and gossiped, mainly about Goku, as they paddled through the lake. Bulma realized she rather enjoyed Chi Chi's company and hoped that her relationship with Goku transcended camp.
The girls had just made it to a deeper part of the lake when a canoe carrying Vegeta and Goku sped towards them.
"Hey boys! Isn't this so fu—," Chi Chi cut off her question when Vegeta stood up from his boat. "What are you doing?"
His only answer was an evil smirk before he jumped into their boat. Goku chuckled to himself before paddling away.
"You better sit down, before you tip us over!" Chi Chi exclaimed, then Bulma frowned knowing that was his exact intention. She tried to stand up and shove him out, but he was faster.
Vegeta grabbed Bulma in one arm and the edge of the canoe in the other before throwing his body weight over the side. The girls squealed as the boat capsized and they all hit the water with a splash.
They surfaced, and Bulma was still in Vegeta's grasp as they treaded water. She started beating his chest with her tiny, ineffectual fists but he just laughed. Their upside down canoe and a distressed Chi Chi floated nearby.
"Is it impossible for you not to be a jerk for just one minute!" Bulma yelled, but his amusement didn't falter.
"What do you mean?" he asked, feigning innocence, "just yesterday you told me you needed a lifeguard, and here I am saving you from your up turned boat."
"A boat YOU up turned!" she screamed and pushed away from him. Vegeta just continued to laugh, apparently her anger was quite humorous to him. It would make sense why he's constantly trying to provoke her. Bulma followed Chi Chi as they swam back to shore, leaving Vegeta to haul back the canoe.
When Bulma made it to the shore, she grabbed her towel and laid it out next to a sunbathing Eighteen. The blue haired girl was still fuming, but the blonde laughed quietly and shook her head.
"It seems like he'll do just about anything to get your attention," Eighteen muttered.
"Seems like he'll do anything to piss me off!" Bulma retorted with venom her friend didn't deserve. Eighteen put her hands up in mock surrender before laying back down to soak in the sun's rays. Bulma did the same after slipping on her sunglasses. She really needed to chill out before the sexual frustration ate her alive.