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Chapter 2

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Mornings After Are Always The Worst

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Vegeta wrinkled his nose in annoyance as he rolled to his side on the uncomfortable couch, feeling his lower back protest the unnatural bending position he was in. With a loud groan, he slowly rose up from his makeshift bed and instinctively popped his bones in relief.

He stood on his feet before scowling at the brightness that bathed his living room; his windows were left open. Too lazy to fix it, he simply stalked to his kitchen in all his naked glory and made a beeline for the fridge, retrieving a carton of orange juice before promptly downing it, letting some trickle down his chin. After a moment, Vegeta registered his surroundings and finally picked up on sweet lingering scent that perfumed his home.

'What happen last night?' He absently thought. However, he dismissed it, deeming it not important enough to remember. But Vegeta had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him otherwise; nostalgic pleasure laced his vague memory and awoken his beast, the ape revived to life by the hazy feeling.

Its fur instantly bristled as he lifted himself and lumbered towards the edge of the cage. That woman, it growled in excitement, gripping the bars around him feverishly before pressing his face against the narrow opening. The woman from last night, the woman from last night! It roared its message loudly, shaking Vegeta's mind.

The Saiyan raised a speculating eyebrow at his beast's sudden uproar; he's never gotten this riled over a female. Sure, usually the ape was ready to break out and take over his mind when he's in a match but he was relatively quiet as a mouse when it's pertaining to Vegeta's female interests. This was something that intrigued Vegeta, at the same time, it utterly annoyed him that his beast was able to remember something so distinct but he couldn't even formulate his own hazy images from last night. He doesn't even remember her face!

All he could remember was the way she felt around his member, the perfect feeling of tightness and the warmth between her legs as he thrust into her cavern like an intruder in a diamond mine. The feeling of nails as it raked across his back and dug mercilessly into his flesh as she nearly moaned her throat raw. He definitely remembered she was a screamer.

Yes, and not even one of those cheesy, turn-off screamers that said all the most unsexy things. Her voice was neither irritating or a turnoff; quite the opposite.

Vegeta found himself getting aroused all over again, and gripped his counter for support, effectively cracking the corner of his granite counter. He couldn't be getting off from a lowly one night stand. He had more dignity than that! She was nothing to him, albeit an excellent quickie out of an array of average women but still not anything he would get crazy over. He didn't have time for that.

You fool his beast growled impudently as the ape sat cross legged and armed in the middle of its cage, shaking its head as it closed its red eyes in annoyance.

"Shut up," Vegeta growled back, carelessly tossing the emptied carton into the trash and padding his way to his bathroom. Without any clothes to disrobe, he stepped into the steamy shower and washed all the evidence of last night off his skin, her scent thinning out in his nostrils until he could smell no more of her spicy scent, only his heavy musky one. Moments later he emerged with a towel around his hips and searched his room for his boxers.

However, his nostrils flared at the assaulting, powerful scent of her sex that bathed his room. He repressed the urge to groan in satisfaction at the pleasing aroma of their two scents mixing with each other, creating a pungent smell that actually appeased to his sensitive nose. Vegeta's head snapped to the source and found a blue lacy thong sitting on his dresser; her scent was soaked in it. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of the woman taking the walk of shame without her underwear but he quickly wiped the smirk off his face when he realized what he was doing.

'Stop thinking about her, you idiot!' He reprimanded his self angrily. She was a one night stand for Saiyan sake! He should never be having lingering thoughts on any type of thing pertaining to her except what other men has come between those legs in the same manner he has and what diseases has she amassed from it. She could have been some whore looking for her next payday and here he was basking in her scent like some tool. He should be ashamed of himself! His beast roared something that Vegeta ignored as he stuffed the thin underwear into his drawer.

After getting dressed and putting his Dragon Ball belt in his trophy case next to his numerous other accolades, he figured he needed to air out his home and rid it of her insufferable scent. He opened all the windows but still could smell her all over his couch. Irritated, Vegeta stormed to his room, laced up a pair of combat boots and angrily left his pent house. He rode down to the main floor, ignoring the ladies swooning at the front desk and walked down the busy downtown street to the nearby drugstore.

He mentally put on his agenda to meet that dumbass Kakarot at the gym with the rest of his good-for-nothing Z-team goons; he needed to spar for a while. He spent most of his time at the gym, working out and getting ready for the next match. Last night solidified that he needed to get stronger. Freiza's MMA fighters nearly defeated them last night and if it wasn't for Kakarot and himself stepping in, in the last matches, their team would've been brutally hurt.

Vegeta entered the modest store and made a beeline for a shelf of energy drinks. He grabbed two armfuls of RedBulls and Monster drinks, cradling the cans in his arms. He unceremoniously deposited them on the front counter and watched as the cashier caught many from falling with her multiple arms.

A female, blue skinned alien behind the counter began quickly ringing up his order, using all six of her arms to scan and bag whilst Vegeta impatiently drummed his fingers against his folded arms.

"That will be $238.95." She stated. Vegeta grunted before reaching into his back pocket but felt nothing. He lifted an eyebrow before checking his front pockets. Where is his wallet? He didn't remember picking it up. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind.

Cursing a string of profanity under his breath, Vegeta's eyebrows shot up and in a flash, he bolted out the store, running back towards his penthouse. With little to no patience to take the elevator, he simply shot into the air and flew through his open bedroom window, landing on his feet with a heavy thud.

In a frenzy, he tore up his room in search of his brown wallet, tossing furniture and the bedsheets that was saturated in the woman's scent but came up shorthanded. His temple throbbed in indignation as he threw his head back and roared. "THAT WHORE!"

"That gold digging bitch stole my wallet!" He furiously bellowed. This will not go unpunished, he will find her and when he sees her, he will wring her pretty little neck out!

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Bulma's head felt like a ton of bricks were thrown at her skull. Her temples throbbed angrily, the back of her eyes receiving the same treatment. She reluctantly rolled over but instantly regretted it as the light of her window assaulted her sensitive eyes. She recoiled back and threw a pillow over her face for cover, feeling the worst headache in all her life torturing her brain.

She prayed that sleep would claim her and soon but little did she know, sleep was never going to arrive.

BBBBRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG In result of the ear splitting sound of her alarm clock, amplified thrice times in her ear, Bulma swung her pillow like a mad woman at the offending clock, hitting it clean across the room until it slammed against her wall, breaking into a million pieces.

Her head had its own ringing as she cradled her head in her lap. Moments later, she dragged herself out of bed and searched her bathroom medicine cabinets for aspirin. Upon spotting the red beautiful bottle, she popped open the top and popped two pills in her mouth, chasing it down with two cups of cold tap water before wiping her mouth against the back of her arm.

With her throbbing headache slowly subsiding, she finally took the time to analyze her naked form in the mirror and was simply horrified at the reflection staring back at her: Her hair was disheveled and all over head head, giving her a "rockstar" look. Her lipstick was smeared severely across her mouth and her eye makeup gave her the infamous raccoon look. But what she wasn't prepared for was the multiple purple bruises and bite marks adorning the exposed flesh of her neck, breast and her tummy. 'The man was as bad as a teething baby!' She mentally screamed. Her eyes settled on her crotch and she reluctantly wanted to see the damage he caused her.

Her inner thighs felt sticky when she parted them to see the remnants of seminal fluid and instantly knew this was bad. She had unprotected sex with a stranger! Oh God, how stupidly drunk was she last night?! She felt so sore down there and around her hips where she could still see the deep, bruising hand indentation where whoever sunk their hands into her flesh gripped at.

Without a second thought, Bulma turned on the shower and threw herself under the hot spray, scrubbing herself top to bottom and around her vaginal area many times until she felt a little bit satisfied.

Standing under the water, she allowed her fingers to lightly trace the lips of her flower as a memory from last night resurfaced.

'She gripped the sheets roughly when she felt a hot, wet tongue lick her wet folds from top to bottom,'

Bulma's fingers stopped below her clit, her fingers absently went between her lips and found it. She mentally reprimanded herself for being so slutty but she couldn't help the feelings that overcame her that night. She had never felt so...good. His tongue, the way he worshiped her body. The markings he left adorned her flesh like works of art.

But she couldn't enjoy that one night stand. She was only there for sex, nothing else. What type of clingy girl would she be if she caught feelings for a complete stranger just from sex? She would be the laughing stock of her campus if they knew. She was so sure that he's probably so skilled from screwing all types of women that Bulma was probably nothing more but another notch in his headboard.

With anger now boiling in her blood, she wasn't going to let some man who didn't even know her- let alone like her- get her all riled up and wrapped in her feelings but she was going to be truthful to herself and admit she did enjoy the way he fucked her. She's never scream so loud in all her life. Not ever with Raunchy or Yamcha; she was more quiet with them. This man wordlessly encouraged her and didn't shush or embarrass her when she got loud instead he embraced it and gave her more when she begged for it.

She couldn't remember what he looked like, only the hazy image of his smirk stained her mind. An arrogant smirk that put a chill down her spine. She didn't even know his name but she knew the feeling of his calloused hands as he gripped her thighs when he lowered himself into her. She remembered that skillful tongue of his, how could you not?

Bulma abruptly turned off the water and stepped out the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. After getting dressed she decided to crack open some books to get her mind off of the feeling of his lips against her inner thigh when he kissed it. The bluette absently grind her knees together anxiously as she poured over her engineering book.

After about 2 minutes of reading the same paragraph over and over again, she concluded that she wasn't going to get any work done with this one night stand still fresh in her mind.

She needed to tell someone. She picked up her phone and dialed the first person that came to mind.

"Hello?" ChiChi picked up. Bulma could hear the unmistakable sound of Gohan and Goku laughing in the background. She instantly felt guilty; they were all sitting down to breakfast at this time and she was interrupting their many rare family moments just to talk about smut early in the morning.

"Hey, Chichi! Can we talk?" Bulma asked carefully. She scooted back from her seat and stood up, padding her way back to her bedroom where she plopped down on her messy bed. Her eyes stopping on the red satin clutch that sat nestled between her kitty and rabbit beanie babies.

"Yea, let me move into another room." She answered. Soon, Bulma heard rustling in the background as the line went quieter. She then heard Chichi putting the phone back to her lips. "Alright, what's up?"

"How was last night? Good match wasn't it?" She started anxiously, reaching for her satin purse before thumbing the beaded designs. She listened attentively to Chichi's rant about too much gore, and Gohans many bruises and fried brain cells.

"What happened to you last night? We were so worried!" Exclaimed Chichi, her mother mode in full gear now. Bulma rolled her eyes before undoing the button clasp on her purse, depositing the contents on her bed.

"I had a little fun with a man last night, no big deal." Bulma responded nonchalantly, picking underneath her nails with the corner of a crisp note card. The truth was, she had more than just a little fun, she hasn't enjoyed herself like she did in a long time and what better than a good roll in the hay.

"Well Bulma, I'm just making sure you're alright, you know there are some sickos out there-..." Bulma momentarily zoned out, half listening as she scanned over her things. Lipstick, spray, jewelry. She mentally checked them off her list but soon her eyes settled upon a brown wallet.

"What the hell?" She breathed, picking up the wallet to examine it. "This isn't mi-oh no." She hastily dropped it as if it was hot rocks in her hands. "ChiChi, I think I did something really bad."

"Wha-What?!" The raven haired woman exclaimed, her earlier lecture forgotten.

"You remember how I told you I slept with some random dude." Bulma's eyes widen in realization as she stared at the wallet as if it sprouted arms and legs.

"Yea, yea, tell me what happened?!" ChiChi ordered, coaxing her to continue.

"Well, I kinda – accidentally- have his wallet now."

"WHAT?! Are you out of your mind, Bulma?!" ChiChi screeched. Bulma cringed when her friend's voice reached a higher octave. ChiChi sounded like she was going to bust a blood vessel in any minute.

"Just calm down, Cheech, why don't you brew some tea, and relax. Remember what the doc-"

Chichi's grip tightened around her phone, causing small splinters. "I CAN'T RELAX-" she yelled through gritted teeth as she struggled to level her voice. "That's it! I'm coming over, I'll be there in 10 minutes!" She proclaimed sternly, leaving little room for argument.

But Bulma didn't want ChiChi to miss her time with Goku. "No-no, you don't have to! I can handle this, ChiChi, I'm a big girl, remember? I'm older than you for pete's sake!" Bulma stated in a matter-of-factly tone. The line went silent for a moment, she assumed ChiChi was contemplating. "You need to stay and spend more time with Goku, lord knows you two need to screw each other's brains out, ASAP." Bulma added for good measure, knowing the sex-deprived housewife was most likely drooling at the thought of an aroused, naked Goku.

ChiChi held her composure, not letting hormones get the best of her as she cleared her throat in an attempt to try to talk in an even tone, obviously flustered at the impure thoughts crossing her mind. "Fine, only because you're right, I need to enjoy the little time I have with Goku while he's still on planet Earth." She stated curtly but the thought of Goku's chiseled body and his abs all oiled up was enough to send the wife over the moon. Bulma was right; she needs to get laid and soon. "But I do want you to return that wallet before he has the authorities coming after you. I don't want to see you taken away in handcuffs or else somebody might be tasting my frying pan and they're not gonna like it!"

Bulma couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, fine, I will. Just spare the authorities, they know little of ChiChi son's ability to turn cookware into a weapon of mass destruction." The two broke out in laughter and chatted for a while before hanging up.

Bulma sighed before looking at the wallet again. Should she open it to see the man from last night? Did she want to? What if he's not as hot as she thought he was? She shuddered at the thought, really not wanting to ruin the godly image of the man she had in mind.

After a moment of long contemplation, she decided to just put it away and focus on her studies. Whoever he was- hot or not- was not going to be any help to her right now so she had to finish her work so she could have time to visit Goku and the others at the gym.

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Sorry it's so short but the chapters will steadily be getting longer as the story progresses. I loved the feedback I got in my first chapter, they all made me smile~! Oh yea, I also wanted to add a little side drama with GokuxChiChi, perhaps a lemon or two as well? But they won't outshine the main characters, it's just something I want to add in. Thank you all who R&R and F&F, you guys are epic!

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