Bulma woke up with a smile on her face, a steamy kiss from Vegeta the night before led to some rather pleasant dreams. She clutched her blankets to her chest and hummed with giddy excitement. Camp was about to get a whole lot more interesting!
It was the first full day of camp, so after breakfast all the kids would be rotating through the various stations by age group and Bulma was going to be spending her days supporting her team.
This morning, by pure coincidence, she was going to visit Vegeta at the lake. She didn't change her schedule just so she could have a reason to talk to him again. That would be weird. She's not a stalker, ok!? He kissed her! She can talk to him if she wants to!
After her internal argument to justify simply doing her job, Bulma made her way over to the lake. She was surprised how anxious she began to feel, as each step brought her closer to the boy who wouldn't leave her thoughts. Most of camp she had been wanting Vegeta to kiss her, but now what? Bulma really didn't want to come off as clingy, but she did want to be assertive and sexy, a strong woman who takes what she wants.
A screeching whistle cut through her thoughts and the chatter of the kids by the lake. Vegeta's voice shouted 'walk!' at some rowdy boys who were running and shoving each other on the dock.
He sat on his guard tower with the relaxed confidence and poise of royalty. Today, he was shirtless and without his umbrella, catching some sun no doubt. 'You don't get a bronze complexion like that without a little effort,' Bulma surmised. The closer she got the more she wondered if he was flexing, surely no one just looked like that. A red whistle hung around his muscled neck and of course he wore his signature sunglasses.
Below a group of the tween girls stood at the base of his tower and giggled while attempting to flirt with the older boy. He wasn't looking at them, instead his gaze was fixed on those in the water, but he appeared to be humoring them in answering their nonstop questions.
"So, like, do you work out?" Bulma heard one of the girls ask as she approached.
"Hey girls, do you mind if I talk to Vegeta for a minute?" she asked the group of tweens, who all frowned and murmured in reply. Once the girls were out of earshot Bulma looked up at Vegeta who seemed rather amused.
"It seems like you're like a celebrity to girls that age. Do you just eat up all that attention? Is it your fuel?" Bulma teased, but Vegeta just smirked as he watched the kids swimming in the lake.
"No need to be jealous of some little girls, Bulma, the buckets of attention you give are enough to sustain me," Vegeta replied. The blue haired girl flushed realizing how obvious the amount of time she spent watching or thinking about him throughout camp had been.
"You think you're such a stud, don't you?" she retorted. Vegeta turned to face her, sliding his sunglasses down his nose so he could look her right in the eye.
"Don't you?" he replied arrogantly.
Was it possible to want to smack someone and make out with them at the same time? Bulma opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it again, the dissonance she felt prevented her from forming a coherent sentence. He gave her a wicked smile before pushing up his sunglasses and returning his sights to the water.
"You came over here for a reason, did you need something from me?" he asked. The question jolted her back into reality. Did she come over here for a purpose other than seeing him? His role at camp didn't really require her support. She was hesitant to reply. From the moment his lips touched hers last night, all she could think about was kissing him again.
"I just wanted to make sure you were wearing sunscreen," Bulma blurted out the first reasonable excuse she could come up with. Vegeta just chuckled at her lame attempt.
"I am, thanks for your concern," he smiled, unable to hide his amusement. Bulma couldn't tell if it was the embarrassment or that fact that he looked down at her from his throne-like chair that made her feel so small.
"Alright, cool, I guess I'll go then," she said in a small voice, as she began to retreat.
"Bulma," he called, and she turned around to face him. "I'll see you later."
She just gave him a little wave and continued on her path. See her later? Of course he would see her later, but the way he said it suggested something more. Was there some underlying meaning in his farewell that he was expecting her to decode? A distressed Bulma held her face in her hands, she was being ridiculous and she knew it.
Bulma thought finally kissing him would solve everything, but now she's even more nervous around him. What makes it worse is he's as nonchalant as ever! Maybe she should just keep kissing him until the nervousness wears off. Brilliant idea, Bulma! Thank you, Bulma!
"How was everyone's first day of camp?" Bulma asked cheerfully into the microphone. The room erupted with cheers. She went over some general announcements as the campers continued to eat.
"Counselors, we'll be having a meeting after dinner, so please stay here after you're finished with you meal," Bulma concluded. The kids left in pairs or small groups until the mess hall was clear. The counselors all relocated to a single table so they could chat amongst themselves.
"So how is everyone feeling about the first day? Anything noteworthy? Any potential troublemakers?" Bulma asked the group. She had a pen and pad in hand, ready to take notes. Earlier in the day, Bulma realized the bulk of her job was the preparations and planning of camp, which was all finished. Now she just needed to watch it unfold and put out any fires if they arise, and waiting for a problem to solve was already getting boring.
"Some of those ten year olds are super fast! We had so much fun with them out on the obstacle course today!" Goku told her excitedly and Krillin smiled and nodded in agreement.
"None of the eight year olds are glue eaters, if that's what you're asking," Eighteen replied.
"I thought all the kids were great, but the prankster struck again!" Chi Chi cried. "This afternoon when I was making lunch I was scared half to death because the pantry had been filled with fake spiders!" Everyone fought to not laugh. Whoever was pulling the pranks clearly knew Chi Chi well enough to know the girl despised bugs.
"The only person in this camp we've seen be totally okay with handling nasty bugs is Seventeen!" Chi Chi exclaimed as she pointed to him. Seventeen's eyes widened at the accusation and Eighteen lost it, covering her mouth to conceal her uncontrollable laughter.
"You're making a lot of assumptions here," Seventeen stated plainly.
"Goku and I got pranked too," Krillin interjected, "down by the obstacle course." Everyone began looking around at each other suspiciously. Now its possible that the original prankster isn't even doing these things, but rather the victims are punishing their prime suspects themselves. The group was growing more rowdy, everyone pointing the finger at someone else.
Vegeta had accused Bulma of exacting her revenge on him after she thought he stole her panties and put them out on display. Maybe he gave it more thought and realized Chi Chi would be the person with the immediate access to peanut butter and the timing of the prank on him fit between meals. Did Vegeta prank Chi Chi? Bulma didn't suspect Seventeen, like Chi Chi did. The other question was: who would even have the time or ability to prank Goku and Krillin?
"Okay, that's enough!" Bulma shouted, and the counselors fell silent. "No more pranks you guys, and if you got pranked there will be no revenge seeking, am I clear?" They all grumbled and groaned at Bulma's very motherly chastising.
"You're dismissed," she called and everyone began to stand up to leave, mixed emotions written on their faces.
"Vegeta, could you hang back a sec? I'd like to have a word with you," Bulma said and he frowned. The rest of the counselors filed out of the mess hall and whispered their speculations of who the prankster could be.
"You seriously still think its me whose pulling these pranks on everyone? I got pranked too!" he defended as Bulma walked up right in front of him.
"No! I don't care about that! I just wanted you for this," she declared before she pounced.
Bulma grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down into a kiss. Vegeta seemed momentary stunned by the suddenness of her assault, but soon reciprocated. His lips moved against hers as his arms snaked around her waist to pull her body in close. Her hands began to finger through his surprisingly soft, inky black hair.
His kiss was so aggressive, she felt like he was pushing her backwards. When she ran into the table they were near, she realized it was intentional. Vegeta grabbed her by the hips and lifted her to sit on the table. Bulma quickly parted her knees and grabbed him by the shirt to pull him close between her legs.
When their kiss resumed, his hands began exploring her body and Bulma felt her skin tingle under his heated touch. She moaned as Vegeta grabbed a handful of her ass, pulling her to the table's edge until their hips met. Her hands traced up his shoulders and neck until she landed on his jaw, pressing him deeper into their kiss. She could feel his growing arousal against her thigh as their tongues moved against each other tasting the desire the other wordlessly expressed.
She pulled away from his lips and began kissing his neck and he groaned as his grip on her tightened. Bulma was so pleased to know she had an effect on him too, as she trailed wet kisses and soft nips up his neck. Bulma let out another breathy moan before playfully biting his earlobe.
"I'll see you later," Bulma whispered in his ear before pushing him away and hoping off the table. She turned back around and winked at him before walking out of the mess hall. She decided tonight he would be the one left wanting more. Bulma mentally high-fived herself for perfectly executing her plan despite the aching need growing between her legs.