Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Cop Story ❯ Biking for Bad Guys ( Chapter 10 )

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Some steam ahead. Not too much. I already warned you I am not very good at it!

A Cop Story

Part Ten

By RM

Biking For Bad Guys

"This outfit makes me look fat," he whined from the bedroom.

She ran a brush once more through her hair. It was a bit frizzier than normal and she had it pulled back from her face by a shiny metal headband that she had molded herself in the lab. Walking out of the bathroom she approached him with her comb, and ran it through his hair. They'd had to straighten it to get the kinks out and make it long and smooth.

"Not fat," she commented, "you're just tall. Some men like tall women."

He made a choking sound when she let THAT comment fly. And it was true. What else should she tell him? He didn't look bad, exactly. Long black hair, tight jeans, with high heels and a very heavily padded halter top. She was quite proud of the make-up, even though it was a bit on the heavy side. As she spun him around to finish feathering his hair back, his eyes went wide.

"Bu…Bulma?"

She gave him a mischievous smile.

"You look so…different." He gaped.

Normally, Bulma looked very classy and professional, at least around the office. But, well, now she looked as if she should be working on a corner. She was decked out in leather, and bits and pieces of metal. Her skirt was indecently short, shorter than the ones she normally wore to work. She wore a tiny, low cut, leather halter-top, which looked more like the top piece to a bikini. On her feet she wore high-heeled leather boots that went up to mid calf, accented in metal.

"You look so…" He started.

"Slutty?" She finished with a wink. "Yeah. That's the look I was going for."

She leaned down and put the finishing spray on his hair. He couldn't help but stare wide eyed at her chest, which looked as if it would burst from her top due to the pressure. He'd never realized just how busty Bulma was.

They stood up to leave. Yamcha was quite uncomfortable in his pants, seeing that he had to `adjust' himself under and up, not to mention that he wasn't too steady in his heels.

"How do you women WEAR these things?" He questioned.

"Heels? Those are easy." She said as she slung her leather jacket over her shoulder. "It's this damn thong that's driving me nuts."

Oh lord, Yamcha thought, if she's gonna tease me like this, it's going to be one long and painful night.

*****

Raditz never felt better than when he was on his bike. His long, dark hair whipped and swirled in the wind, as he wasn't wearing a helmet. He seldom did unless he was at work on the bike. The most damage he could do would be crashing into a wall, and if that happened, it would be the wall that suffered. Vegeta rode behind him on his old chopper. Together they made quite a pair. But tonight was no joy ride. They were on a special assignment to gather info and perhaps even apprehend a certain dangerous entity that had eluded them for some time.

They parked their rides and walked into the bar. It was a rough neighborhood, to say the least, but no one ever dared to touch one of the bikes parked out front, which was a telltale sign of the clientele within. Frequenters of the bar were the regions toughest band of bikers. Anyone who dared touch the property out front were subject to tortures much worse than death, usually since they were kept alive and in a lot of pain. There was also an extremely large, muscular and bald bouncer standing at the door. He had a commanding view of the parking lot. He waved Raditz and Vegeta in, having seen them here often enough, and recognizing the grim and menacing smiles on their faces. They were also dressed to the nines in their gear. Tall leather boots and gloves suited for riding, and tight leather pants with thick belts. Vegeta wore a tight, black leather vest buttoned up over a white T-shirt, while Raditz opted for a large and impressive looking leather jacket with silver studded trim over a black tank top.

They clomped in and scoped the scene. It was smoky and dark, but luckily that didn't have much effect on Saiyan eyesight. Snippets of conversation, rough bouts of laughter, and loud music along with the smash and crunch of glass drifted about the room. The atmosphere was definitely heavy with atmosphere.

Vegeta approached the crowded bar while Raditz took a seat and put his feet up. Vegeta pushed past a large man with a long beard and a midget on a barstool wearing a leather helmet with goggles. He gave them both a nod as he grabbed two beers and headed back towards Raditz. Before he got back to the area of the table, he heard the rumble of a powerful motorcycle engine out front. A few seconds later, a new face appeared at the door.

He was all dressed up and he was finally here! He felt rather out of place, but #18 had told him what he should wear, as well as letting him borrow her Hog. She had been here a few times before with Vegeta and Raditz when they would ride on the weekends, so at least he felt he had friends inside. He spotted Vegeta immediately, carrying beers from the bar to a table.

"Hey!" He yelled to his partner and moody friend.

Vegeta turned his head and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Goku in the doorway. He had to hand it to the third class warrior, he certainly did look different. He was wearing a black leather vest much like his own, but unbuttoned, over a black T-shirt, tight jeans and leather boots. And completing his outfit for the evening, was a pair of black leather chaps. At this, Vegeta raised both eyebrows. At the table, Raditz had seen his little brother enter as well. He waved him over.

Goku walked in with a slight swagger. He wasn't used to wearing jeans, especially tight ones. He preferred something a little more free and loose fitting. He was feeling quite closed in.

"Looking good, little brother." Raditz smiled.

Goku frowned. "I feel restricted."

Vegeta laughed. He was used to wearing tight things. And tight things suited him well.

Raditz smirked. Now that Goku was here, Vegeta could go and sit at the end of the bar by himself and keep on eye on the room. Raditz and Goku could keep an eye on the door from the table they were at. Bulma and Yamcha, whenever they arrived could watch the bar area with Vegeta. But they were yet to arrive.

No one really paid any attention to Vegeta as he took a seat at the end of the bar. It was a dark corner where he could sit and enjoy a drink in relative privacy. Tonight, at a small table crammed into the corner behind him, he heard sucking noises. No doubt two patrons enjoying themselves with alcohol. For him, it called for a shot.

After Vegeta had left, Goku and Raditz sat down and began talking to each other in the Saiyan tongue. Goku wasn't completely proficient in it yet, and Raditz felt it was important for him to learn and master. After all, he was a Saiyan. Getting hit in the head one time, or one hundred times wouldn't change that.

After about a half-hour a scuffle broke out at the bar. It started after an arm wrestling match had gone bad. Raditz watched the fight with amusement. It was pathetic how these humans would fight each other, so slow and clumsy. Then again, the two had been drinking. That was another thing that bugged him about humans. They couldn't seem to hold their liquor. And that made him think about Vegeta. He looked down the bar and into the far corner. Vegeta seemed grouchy enough to most people, but Raditz could tell that something was bothering him lately. And he knew for a fact that Vegeta had been doing shots all night. While he wasn't worried about him getting drunk, it was just very unlike Vegeta to drink that quickly that heavily. And alone. Vegeta always had more control than that.

As one of the fighters staggered out of the front door with the help of the bouncer, two young ladies strolled in. And they were both absolutely gorgeous.

Bulma had never worked an undercover assignment before, and she was nervous. As she found an empty seat at the bar, she sat down and exuded an air of confidence that she certainly did not feel and she straightened up and puffed out her chest. She was trying to play the part of the sexy, proud, no nonsense, biker babe. She had never before felt like such a piece of meat in her life. Yamcha stood next to her, dressed like a woman. He was getting a lot of appreciative glances as well, which wasn't making him too comfortable at the moment either. But his presence made Bulma feel a little better. She didn't see any of the guys when she walked in, and she was too nervous to continue looking now that she was seated and being watched herself. She didn't dare make eye contact with any of the men. She was well aware that her job here tonight was to be a decoy, so that people were watching her while her fellow officers were free and able to watch them in return without being watched. And Bulma had gone out of her way to make sure she would be watched, what with her very skimpy leather outfit and exotic makeup. She was beginning to feel she had gone a bit too far.

"Holy fuck." Raditz stated.

"What?" Goku asked, wondering why his brother would say something like that about proper use of the vocative case usage in the Saiyan tongue.

"The two most mouth watering little pieces of ass I have ever seen on this planet have just walked in." Raditz stated as his eyes followed the two leather clad women. "The taller one is built like a brick shithouse."

At the far end of the bar, Vegeta nearly dropped his beer as he caught a glimpse of the sexy blue haired strumpet jiggling her way to the bar. His eyes went wide as she puffed out her chest and folded her hands on the counter top. Her top looked like it was about to burst. He squinted a bit as he stared hard at the woman, only to whisper a questioned name as his mouth began to water.

"Bulma?" Vegeta questioned.

Back at the table, Goku looked over his shoulder at the two women that Raditz was getting a hard-on over.

"Ah, that's just Bulma and Yamcha." Goku stated without much enthusiasm. "I guess they finally found some high heels that would fit him." He shrugged.

"That's Yamcha??" Raditz nearly choked as he witnessed one of the bikers walk past Yamcha and pinch his ass. Yamcha turned around and slapped the man, hard enough that he stumbled backwards as hoots and howls of laughter rang around the bar. "Nice tag." Raditz commented.

Yamcha growled as the fourth man in two minutes grabbed his ass. Bulma chuckled as she took a sip of beer from the bottle, then began a suggestive motion with the neck of the bottle between her fingertips, eyes coyly averted from the men gaping at her from the bar.

"You should have sat down when you had the chance. Why do you think I am sitting?" Bulma softly answered his nonverbal complaint.

"I thought they would be going after you. I mean, look at me! I wouldn't be attracted to me, even with very thick beer goggles!" He hissed.

"I told you some men liked tall women. Maybe I stuffed that shirt of yours a little too much." She added. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" She finished loud enough for a few of the men sitting and standing near her to hear. After she made this remark, she heard a few snickers and some comments such as `it's you baby'. Well, she was about to show them. And show them she did, as those comments from the corner turned into mumbles of appreciative curses and hoots of approval as she stripped the leather jacket off with a few extra jiggles for emphasis.

At this, one of the bikers at the bar approached her and grabbed her arm rather roughly. He laughed as she flashed him a glare mixed with anger and fear, but she did her best to keep it cool, and replaced her look with one of amusement and flirtatiousness. After all, she kept telling herself, it's just like those damn frat parties in college, just with more leather. Then the voice of reason had to kick in stating to her that she had only been 12 back then…

Yamcha looked a little worried when she was grabbed, but dispelled his fear when he saw her expression change as she grabbed the man's face and pinched his cheeks together with one hand, smooshing his lips into those resembling a fish. That's also when she grabbed his crotch and squeezed as hard has she could without making a face of disgust or grunting.

"Baby," she said in her most seductive tone, "You couldn't handle me."

He moaned in pain as she pushed him back into a table as hard as she could, and more howls of laughter and cheers rang out from the crowd as the man tumbled. She turned around and attempted to forget about the guy as she tried to make herself believe that it just actually happened. Yamcha was dazed. He couldn't believe that this sweet, little thing from the office, whom had baked him cookies on more than one occasion, made him feel better about himself, and even swapped good recipes for meatloaf had just actually done that to someone, slimeball or not.

Vegeta was extremely turned on. He had been able to think of little else since waking up with her in his arms a few weeks ago after her and Goku's little slumber party. He would often find himself staring at her during line-up at the precinct in the mornings and afternoons, but would manage to avoid her most days completely, preferring to try and forget about what he was feeling for her. He still didn't understand what made him want her out of all the other women he had met on this planet, and even this galaxy. He knew he couldn't stand her, she was just so whiney and infuriating, and her big fat mouth was incredible. She was bossy. She was impatient. She was a wench in every sense of the word. But as he watched her remove her jacket, making sure to show off every charm she had, he just couldn't help but stare and think…what a wench.

*****

"What if they see you here?" The man asked.

"And what would they be able to do if they did see me here?" Cell asked. "They are a bunch of weak idiots. I have fought with the police before. They were scared of me, and I do as I please."

"Maybe you're right, but I've seen some weird shit go down at some of the precincts lately. Maybe these new cops are on some kind of drugs?" The man asked again.

"Probably just stupid pills." Cell grinned. "Don't worry about me." His voice hissed. "Worry about what will happen to yourself. I have a meeting with some friends." And with that, he walked out of the office.

*****

They were trying to liquor her up. She knew the tactics well enough, and she felt that if she had anymore to drink, she'd start to loose her cool, and start playing the game off balance. She'd been hit on at least 23 times, and the night was still young. And to top it all off, the man they had been keeping an eye out for, this Cell, hadn't made an appearance. She eyed the bartender warily as hit #24 walked her way. He was huge, and he was serious.

She tried to ignore him.

Vegeta had been watching her intently all night. And as the next guy walked up to her and forced her to turn around, he'd had enough. He slammed his money on the bar and stalked off in the direction of his woman. Yes, he had definitely decided on that, as he balled and unballed his fists.

"…give you the business right here on the bar, baby. You've been asking for it all night. And when I am done with you, we can have your little friend here join in. It'll be one big party." The burly man finished.

"Who are you calling little?" Yamcha protested as he clocked the man square on the nose. He promptly fell in a heap on the floor.

"Nice tag!" Raditz cheered from his table as Yamcha turned around and looked to see who had called out to him. He saw Raditz and Goku smirking as they scoped the bar for any signs of this guy Cell. He blushed and flipped his hair back over his shoulders. Being a woman wasn't easy this day and age.

Bulma looked relieved when the man was no longer a threat, and she thanked the heavens for Yamcha. She owed him more than a few. But she was doing what she set out to do, she kept telling herself. At least no one could say she wasn't doing her job right. She reached for her beer to take another sip, beginning to get a little dizzy from the alcohol, when a warm hand grabbed her arm and spun her around forcefully. She gasped as she recognized Vegeta, looking extremely sexy decked out all in tight black leather. She perked up and smiled when she saw him, but she certainly wasn't expecting the welcome she received.

He kissed her roughly, using her gasp as an opportunity to shove his tongue forcefully into her mouth. As he covered her mouth completely with his own, he hauled her right off of the barstool she was perched on, forcing her body up a little and the kiss's momentum downward. He was surprised that when the kiss shifted to a position of control for her, that she returned the favor with equal fervor, forcing her tongue into his mouth this time and wrapping her knees around his waist so he had to grab onto her ass to support her.

Yamcha practically dropped his beer when he saw Vegeta grab Bulma, and he was tempted to deck his fellow officer when he saw him force himself on her. But then, he saw Bulma wrap her legs around Vegeta, practically urging him on, and he just didn't get it. Bulma complained to him almost everyday that she hated Vegeta, that she couldn't stand him, and now this. He shook his head. Women.

Raditz fell clean off his chair when he saw what Vegeta and Bulma were doing at the bar. He laughed until tears came, and he mentally congratulated himself for picking up on the signs months ago. He realized that the woman was probably what was bugging Vegeta, and now his brain was overloaded, and the good old Saiyan instinct was taking over. He grabbed Goku's arm to haul himself up. Goku looked a little perplexed.

"Should we…" Goku started.

"Let them be, Kakarott. I think they've both been wanting this for a while. Let them be." Raditz answered back seriously.

Goku nodded and shut his brain off to the display. He was here to look for Cell.

*****

They had gotten as far as the parking lot when Bulma let out a little gasp of pleasure. She had her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, and he was sucking on the sensitive flesh of her neck and collarbone. Her mind was whirling as she looked down slightly and sought out his lips with hers, wanting to taste him again, and feel his hot tongue inside of her mouth.

He had no problem with this. He kissed and teased her as he sat down on the seat of his bike in the front parking lot, causing her to sit facing him as she straddled his bike and his legs. He broke the kiss and trailed hot kisses and nips down her throat and back along her collarbone. She threw her head back as she pressed his head against her throat, encouraging him with a moan. He made his way to her earlobe, gently biting and tugging at her flesh, flipping his tongue out to caress and taste every bit of her skin. She felt his hands move from her back to her knees, where they began to trail up slowly as his kisses trailed around her throat. As his hands reached the junction of her thighs and hips, she felt his hot breath whisper against her ear.

"Woman, I will not be too rough, but I will not be overly gentle."

When the words finally registered in the brain, his hands were already tugging at the tiny thong she was wearing under her skirt, which by now he had completely pushed up.

She blinked with desire as she pulled away from him slightly and looked in his eyes.

"Here?" She whispered as she looked around.

Vegeta answered her by kissing her gently on the lips, pulling her bottom lip down as he finished with her mouth and continued teasing her jawbone.

Her senses were reeling. She had wanted this so badly, and she wasn't protesting exactly, but her mind wouldn't drop the subject.

"Here?" She breathed out again as Vegeta chuckled at the way she was flustering so easily.

He stopped his trail of kisses up the other side of her jaw and brought his lips to hers and left them there, not kissing her, but not pulling away either.

"Right here. Right now. I want you." He breathed onto her lips. She let out a little whimper as he finished speaking and brushed his lips gingerly against hers. He was also at this point caressing the bare skin of her ass.

She still had a hard time with it. Here? He wants to do it here? But she found she didn't want to protest anymore, as she trailed her hands down his chest, and to his waist, where she feverishly began to unbuckle his belt. He growled with excitement as she ran a hand over his hardness, feeling him through the tight leather of his pants, and he nearly moaned as she pushed her pelvis into his as she began to slowly unbuckle his belt.

He let a little moan escape as she grabbed his crotch. He wasn't expecting that, but it was nonetheless a pleasant surprise. He continued kissing his way down her collarbone, heading for her breasts as he pulled her up so she would rest higher up on his thighs. He had the vague feeling that she was a bit hesitant to fuck him on the back of his bike in a parking lot, but frankly, he didn't care. He understood the whole modesty issue, but they were acting on normal impulses between two people who wanted to make love. If it was on the back of a bike, so be it. As long as he wasn't driving it at the time. Besides, no one was watching. Well, besides the bouncer.

She shivered with excitement. She couldn't believe it. She was about to do it with Vegeta on the back of his bike in a parking lot. And this was her first time on a Harley. In two different respects…

*****

Yeah, I warned once I wasn't too good with the steamy stuff. Feel free to let me know how I did though. I am always looking for suggestions to improve. Got any? Thanks again for reading. I'll see you in chapter 11…