“Mom? Mom, where are the painkillers?”
“On the lower shelf in the bathroom, fourth on the right.”
How her mother always knew exactly where everything was located in the entire house was amazingly useful but also very frightening. How the hell can one person, who isn’t all that bright, remember where every little thing was?
Bulma’s hand reached the painkillers with ease. She opened the bottle, took one out and put it in her mouth. The painkillers were placed back after she drank a glass of water.
Hopefully the pill will ease the damn pain. Sore necks were a bitch.
As Bulma entered the kitchen she headed to the stack of letters her mother had put in the counter.
“Mother, can you explain to me how I get more correspondence than dad when I’m not even the CC president? I don’t even want to imagine what it will be like when dad finally leaves it all to me.”
Her mother turned to her with a smile on her face, as usual.
“Well, your father isn’t the lead inventor anymore, you are. He only takes care of papers these days, I’m afraid. Papers and when you need help with something.”
Bulma sat on the table and started flipping through the letters.
“I can’t understand why. He always has amazing ideas. When I have problems with my blueprints he always finds the problem. That man was born to create, not sign papers all day.”
“That’s quite true dear but your father had to start leaving things to you. He decided it was better you started as an inventor. He has been giving you tips in running the company so you can start that too. Soon I hope. Your father looks worse everyday. He needs to get away from CC.”
Her mother kissed her forehead and headed to the greenhouse.
Bulma opened the letters and sorted them, company related or personal. A sigh was heard when the company pile was four times the personal one. After reading the letters that needed her immediate attention she headed to her room to call three of the main inventors regarding some of her creations. As she pressed the buttons to call, she looked at the papers in front of her, studying them again. Only two rings sounded before a voice was heard.
“…”
“Yes, it’s me. Do you have the blueprints near you?”
“…”
“I’ll wait. But hurry, I have more calls to make.”
“…”
A few seconds passed and the voice returned.
“…”
“Look at the fourth section. Under the metal plate is the piece you thought was missing. I think I scribbled something in the right side of the sheet regarding that.”
“…”
“Then I must have been sleeping. Sorry. Anything else?”
“…”
“Yeah. Let me turn the camera on.”
Bulma pressed a few buttons but the camera didn’t start. She grabbed the camera and studied it. It was burnt. What the…
“I’ll call you right away. My camera’s not working. I’ll go find a working one. Don’t leave the computer.”
“…”
Bulma turned the phone and computer off, grabbed the letters and blueprints and headed to the nearest camera in the house: the camera in Vegeta’s GR. With a sigh she knocked on the door. The sound of the GR powering down was heard and a few seconds later, the door opened to a shirtless Vegeta. Just to be different, he was scowling. Another sigh was heard from Bulma.
“What do you want?”
He crossed his arms in annoyance.
“Can I use the GR’s communication system for a few minutes? Ten minutes tops…”
He looked at her hands full of letters and stepped aside. He’d never actually seen her work.
She smiled and skipped to the main console. Bulma put the papers down and punched the number in.
“Hello again, Miss Briefs.”
“Sorry for taking so long. Okay. Show me.”
On the screen in front of her was her creation. It looked as she imagined it. Unfortunately it didn’t do what she imagined it would.
“What the hell is it doing?”
“That’s what I would like you to tell me, Miss Briefs.” The inventor said with a smile.
“Open the front and back panels.” She said as she neared the screen.
The anomaly was soon found as Bulma studied the wire display.
“There. The purple is touching the black and yellow wires. The purple wire shouldn’t even exist. Those are for aqua-bots.” Bulma said with exasperation in her voice.
She heard a snort and turned around to see Vegeta looking at her.
She threw him a glare and turned to the screen again.
“My apologies, Miss Briefs. But the pink wire stock has reached zero. We have ordered them but there was a problem with transportation.”
“I’ll take care of it. Keep up the good work.” She said with a smile.
Her hand reached the off button.
“So that’s how you handle your employees.”
“Yeah. I like to treat them as equals so we can have a win/win relationship. You should try it. You’ll collect the fruits of your labour in a small amount of time.” Bulma said with a twinge of aggressiveness in her voice.
“You wouldn’t like to have me treating you as an equal.” Vegeta said with a grin.
The woman walked up to him.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She said in a whisper.
His hands shot up to her arms and he pressed her to him.
“If I were to treat you as an equal, a female equal, you would already be under me. In this planet you like to dance around the inevitable. But for the first time in my life I’m doing the right thing and I’m already regretting it.” Vegeta whispered in her hear.
Bulma felt her heart start to race in her chest. Her breathing came in gasps as she held onto his biceps. Her rapid breathing touched his chest and a smirk graced his face.
“Lust.” He said with amusement.
A tremble racked her body and she tried to put distance between them. He allowed her to put some distance but still held onto her arms. A blush rose to her face as she tried to make him let go but failed.
“Why do you resist woman? Can’t you feel the pull between us?”
She nodded. Her heart wrenched every time he taunted her. She wanted it to stop.
“Will you leave me alone if I give up?”
“Yes.”
“Do you promise?”
“…”
She looked up at him to study his face. His countenance betrayed nothing as he looked at her. He gave nothing away as he lowered his head to hers. Bulma raised herself the rest of the way to close the gap between them.
This time she was the frantic one. Her emotions running on the surface, spilling through her eyes as her lips kissed his, her hands grabbing his hair forcefully, her arms pushing her body impossibly close to his. Tired of the difference in heights, she broke the kiss and jumped to wrap her legs around his waist.
“In a hur-“
He couldn’t finish the sentence as she started to ravage his mouth again, this time slower. One of his hands moved to her ass as the other moved to the back of her head. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face away from his. She moaned her protest.
“Patience, woman.“
Bulma squirmed and her foot touched the scar that his tail left in the small of his back. His thrust and groan were instantaneous.
“Shit.”
“Good spot?” Bulma asked breathlessly.
“You have no idea…” The Saiyan said as he wiped her tears.
He carried her to the GR’s living quarters and laid her on the bed.
Their clothes were removed between kisses, licks and touches. Her moans and cries always accompanied by her tears. His groans and gasps always accompanied by another thrust. Her body as it moved on top of his, her hands on his chest to help her dance. His body as it struggled for control, his hands on her hips, breasts, wherever he could reach. When she threw her head back with his name on her lips and her nails dug onto his skin, he saw, felt and heard the most amazing thing in his life: the arch of her back, the feel of her convulse around him, the moaning of his name to the sky with pleasure. When he went rigid underneath her with his bottom lip between his teeth, she saw, felt and heard the most amazing thing in her life: saw his face flooding with pleasure because of her, felt him leave a piece of himself inside her, and heard her name in his lips for the second time.
It was too much. It hurt too damn much.
She collapsed on his chest, still crying, and fell asleep.
