A few days of camp had passed, the kids continued rotating through their stations, and Bulma and Vegeta sought every opportunity to spend some alone time together. It was becoming a habit Bulma was very fond of, a hot make out sesh to punctuate each day was exactly what she needed.
Goku and Chi Chi had it right, behind the sports shed was a prime spot for secret smooching. Their kissing became more intense and was accompanied with even more over the clothes groping. Bulma wondered how far she was willing to let their physical relationship progress progress.
When Bulma walked into the art hall to hangout with Eighteen for the day, she contemplated telling the blonde about her and Vegeta. The only person that she had told was Goku, but for the most part it seemed like the two of them intended to keep it secret. The excitement, and even the sexiness, was heightened by a little sneaking around.
Bulma watched as Eighteen gave the instructions for the project and some especially zealous campers helped pass out all the supplies. The two girls sat and doodled as the campers drew and glued various items to their creations.
After cleaning up the room, the pair of girls strolled out of the art hall and found Seventeen waiting outside. "Hey sis... Bulma," Seventeen greeted. Bulma waved and Eighteen gave her brother a nod in acknowledgement. The three stood outside the arts hall chatting for a moment when Bulma was smacked on the head by a big pink water balloon.
Wet, stinging in pain, and bubbling over in rage Bulma looked up to find two matching pairs of icy blue eyes gaping at her in shock. Bulma and the twins turned to look for the source of the attack when three more balloons came flying at them. Bulma screamed while putting her hands up to guard her face. One balloon hit Seventeen in the chest, another hit Eighteen in the side, and the third hit the ground in a dramatic splat.
The now wet trio frantically searched for their assailant, but no one was in sight. When a third wave, containing a half dozen more colorful water balloons hit, the trajectory made them realize the balloons were being thrown from the roof! Seventeen, Eighteen, and Bulma all scrambled away, but not before getting pegged by a few more balloons each.
They were originally going to go to the mess hall, but now they had to return to their respective cabins to change into something dry. Bulma was fuming as she stomped back to her cabin. Her wet clothes uncomfortably hugging her skin. 'Who would climb up on the stupid roof? Probably the same stupid prankster who stole her stupid panties. This was so stupid!' Bulma seethed internally.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she approached her cabin, unable to hide the residual annoyance in her voice. An amused Vegeta, who blocked her front door, didn't seem bothered by her attitude as Bulma walked right up to him. He decided to ignore her question and leaned in so his lips almost touched her ear.
"Mmm, I love when you come to me already wet," Vegeta whispered seductively. His husky tone may have had an effect on her had she not literally been sopping wet from the water balloon assault.
"Ha! Ha! You're so witty," Bulma spat sarcastically, but he only smirked in reply. "I just want a hot shower."
"Wow, you're forward, but I accept," Vegeta replied in a flirtatiously low voice.
"Shut up! That wasn't an invitation," Bulma blushed as she hit his chest playfully, and her anger began to subside. "Maybe if you come inside and wait patiently for me to clean up, we can hangout for a minute and talk." Vegeta smiled hoping he was reading her tone correctly as he followed her inside. He sat on the couch and waited for her to shower. Vegeta realized though they had kissed a handful of times now, this would be the first in the complete privacy of her cabin.
His musings were interrupted by Bulma exiting the bathroom a few minutes later, hot steam floated out from behind her. Her wet hair was combed back, she looked fresh faced and dewy. Her big blue eyes glittered as she strolled over to him. She wore a camp shirt and little skater skirt. Vegeta thought she would come sit next to him, but instead she hopped on the couch and straddled him. 'Right down to business,' he thought with a smirk.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Bulma asked sweetly as her hands traced up his chest to his shoulders. His hands rested on her smooth, pale thighs. Vegeta tried to think of something clever, but his mind blanked when she started kissing his neck. She trailed her lips up his neck then across his jaw as he hummed in satisfaction and his grip on her thighs slid up to her ass.
"Is this what you wanted?" she whispered against his lips, but before he could answer she kissed him. Their lips melted together in what had become a familiar dance. He bit her bottom lip playfully and Bulma moaned as she began rocking her hips in his lap.
Her hands fell to the hem of his shirt, before she began lifting it. Their kiss broke momentarily as he fully removed his top, revealing the muscles she so adored. Her dainty hands explored his upper body as they resumed their kiss. When his tongue grazed over her lip and she opened her mouth to accept him.
Their kiss deepened as she continued grinding her hips into him. She could feel his growing desire rubbing against her center, causing her to moan again into his mouth. He gripped her thighs and stood, she reflexively locked her ankles around his waist for support.
"How do you feel about taking this party to your bed?" he husked in her ear and she nodded shyly in agreement. He walked over to her bedroom and knocked the door open with his foot. He tossed her gently on the bed and she let out a little giggle. She watched as he stood, shirtless over her and his lusty eyes grated over her body.
Bulma wanted to feel his skin on hers like she had the day on the dock, so she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted over her head. Only a moment passed before he pounced. He began kissing her again and they slowly began to recline back onto the bed. Bulma laid on her back, as Vegeta laid next to her on his side. One of his arms supported his weight as they kissed and the other hand roamed over her body.
He gently massaged her breast over her bra and Bulma sighed at the pleasure, she felt the moisture between her legs increase every second they touched. Her skirt had bunched up around her waist revealing her light blue panties. His fingers skated near her inner thigh and Bulma's whole body tingled in anticipation as he inched closer to her center. Vegeta tickled over her dampened panties and she shuddered at the contact.
"Touch me," Bulma commanded breathlessly as she pulled away from his kiss. She was throbbing with intense need and he was teasing her like always. Vegeta smirked as he continued his feather light touches. Bulma squeezed her eyes closed, but she could feel him watching her every reaction.
She was on the verge of begging when one finger with a little pressure slid up between her crease and landed on her sensitive bud before tracing small circles. She let out a half whimper, half moan, before his hand slipped underneath her panties so his fingers made direct contact with her wet slit.
Vegeta massaged her opening before sliding two fingers inside of her. Bulma bit her lip at the delicious feelings his hand produced, before she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her. She released her hand that she hadn't noticed was gripping the sheets and grabbed his face to pull him into another kiss. His fingers wetted by her own juices circled her clit in a tortuous rhythm. She fought the urge to buck against his hand as her body tensed more with each passing second.
It wasn't long before the tension overflowed into a blissful climax, she clenched her thighs together, effectively trapping his hand, as she rode the waves of pleasure. She let out a sigh as she opened her legs to free him. Bulma opened her eyes to find a Vegeta who seemed all too pleased with himself, and she kissed him again in a silent thanks.
"Should we get some lunch?" he asked and Bulma remembered she was basically skipping a meal in order to satisfy a different craving. She nodded and the pair redressed themselves. Bulma was about to walk out the door when Vegeta grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around to face him.
He gave her one last big smooch before she pulled back to look him in the eyes. He brushed some of her hair behind her ear and she smiled up at him. As they gazed at each other, her heart clenched. This was starting to feel like more than just a summer hookup.
After dinner, Bulma called the counselors to another meeting. Despite other distractions that came up today, the blue haired girl was still furious about the water balloons. She couldn't believe she fell victim to another prank! Bulma stood in front of her fellow counselors, her arms were crossed and her expression serious. Eighteen also looked especially irritable.
"Tonight, were getting to the bottom of whoever this prankster is! I'm sick and tired of having to look over my shoulder all the time. Its not funny anymore!" Bulma said sternly.
"I think its pretty funny," Yamcha mumbled, and Eighteen shot him a killer glare.
"You would think its funny, you're only person who hasn't been pranked, Yamcha!" Chi Chi huffed.
"That's pretty suspicious if you ask me," Eighteen narrowed her eyes at the boy.
"Maybe I didn't get pranked because I'm so likable," Yamcha suggested innocently. Vegeta snorted a laugh at his pathetic defense, as Seventeen rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, everyone but you did get pranked! Seventeen and Eighteen got attacked with water balloons, Chi Chi with the spiders, my panties, Vegeta's guard tower, then there's Goku and Krillin who got... got… wait what even happened to you guys?" Bulma turned to her best friend confused.
"Wait a sec, you said you got pranked but never gave any of the details!" Eighteen exclaimed. Goku and Krillin looked at each other nervously.
"Well… you see…" Krillin began, but Goku couldn't take it anymore and burst into laughter so fitful he nearly fell from his chair. "It was us the whole time!" Goku confessed between laughs. Initially everyone was shocked, but it quickly shifted to anger.
"Really Goku! Really! My panties! What's wrong with you!?" Bulma shrieked.
"Clowns," Vegeta scoffed.
"I'm going to wring your stupid necks for messing up my hair!" Eighteen growled.
"Why would you use my fear of spiders against me, Goku!" Chi Chi cried. Even as his fellow counselors berated him, Goku couldn't stop laughing. Soon a nervous Krillin joined him, truly amused no one suspected them. Seventeen, being a good sport, began to chuckle, it was rather funny after all.
"Wait!" Yamcha called, cutting through the laughter and bickering. "Did you intentionally frame me as the prankster?" he asked, unable to hide his distress. The question caused everyone's anger to morph into amusement, the group began laughing together at the ridiculous antics of the two boys.