Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Jerk-Off ( Chapter 29 )

~~`` Chapter 28-- Jerk-Off

Someone told me once

That there's a right and wrong

And that punishment

Would come to those

Who dare to cross the line

But it must not be true

For jerkoffs like you

Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole

But I'm tired of waiting

Maybe it's just bullshit and I should play God

And shoot you myself

Because I'm tired of waiting--Tool

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Bulma smiled brightly to her co-workers as she went through the entrance way to the medical building. She stopped by the front desk to have a conversation with the secretary asking if a certain somebody had shown up for work yet. Getting the information needed, Bulma stepped on the elevator, pressing the button desired before straightening her blouse and tucking a stray piece of blue hair behind her ear.

She looked down at her watch hoping that the human wasn't at lunch. She had planned to come earlier but certain things had gotten in her way. First she had awakened late. With Bulma, being late to work when she had a meeting that morning had really pissed her off. Work started at seven and here she was just waking up by ten minutes to ten. And the only reason she woke up was because Vegeta had gently nudged her awake, screaming in her ear what time it was. She had cursed and hurried to take a shower, getting dressed and bounding down stairs only to realize that Bra had not been taken to her mother's. Driving twenty minutes away to drop her off then quickly going across town to a doctor's appointment. After that she returned to the check in counter beneath her home only to be greeted by Vegeta.

He had wanted to make sure everything was fine between them not taking her little kiss yesterday as enough proof. And now that she had a clear mind and wasn't all emotional…Bulma smiled as she remembered their fun battle.

"Am I still mad?!" Bulma nearly screamed glaring at her husband in a blind rage. She could see the glint in his eyes though, which caused her to get even angrier. "Yes, I am still fucking mad! You nearly cheated on me you ass! How would you like it if I went out a said, hey you want to molest me?' to some guy! How would you deal with that, Vegeta! Except I would wait a few decades before I told you! But see…" She suddenly calmed down, a smile on her lips, "I know that you don't know any better." She smirked as she saw his eyes narrow at the insult. "Well, you didn't. You probably do now. I don't blame you for any of this. No, I blame that bitch Epeon. Just wait until I meet up with her. Thinking she was even worthy enough to touch my husband? Oh, she's got another thing coming!" After that, Vegeta had nearly jumped on her, slamming her against the wall as he ravished her lips. He obviously liked it when she got possessive of him.

After pushing him away, trying to ignore the apparent disappointment, Bulma had hurried to this building. The ding of the elevators told her it was time. She raised her chin, clearing her throat and began to strut down the aisle of the Research facility.

Bulma found the woman's small office, her eyes darting around to see all that was present. She didn't know if she should do this in private but right now, she didn't give a rat's ass about being civil and professional. Epeon crossed that line the moment she thought she was good enough for Vegeta.

Bulma knocked on the side wall, alerting that she was present causing the gorgeous, young female to turn around with large green eyes. Bulma knew how beautiful this woman was and how smart, which is the only thing that had her argue on the fact of firing her. But now she had pissed her off. And no ones pisses off Bulma Briefs, period.

"Mrs. Briefs." Epeon stated quite shocked before she stood, "What a pleasant surprise, how may I help you?" She smiled stepping up to the older woman.

Bulma gave a false pleasant smile before giggling, "Your fired." With that, the owner of Capsule Corps. turned on her heal and began to walk away only to be stopped by the yelling female that was chasing after her.

"On what cause!?" She outraged.

And the curtains had just been raised. Bulma turned to the woman, all ready feeling the eyes of everyone in the room. "For failing to meet the requirements of two certain important projects these past two months."

"I have completed every single one given!"

"Not now you didn't." Bulma's eyes flashed pullinh a file from her briefcase, handing it to the angered woman. "Check project LCG and F2H. Each uncompleted resulting in a mass of failed funding all on behalf of your incompetence."

Epeon quickly scanned over the information, eyes widening as she flicked them back up to Bulma, "This is a fake." She stated with venom spewing from her lips.

Bulma laughed mockingly, "No it's not. That's what I was given." The blue haired woman leaned in to whisper, "Never mess with me." Bulma plucked the information out of her hand, stuffing it back into her briefcase and turning on her heal. After taking a few steps, Bulma stalled, "Oh." She spun around once again and strutted back. The smile now vanished from her face, "And if you ever come near my husband again, I will see to it that you never, EVER work on this planet again anywhere. Well, except maybe a strip joint." Bulma smiled pleasantly, twisting around and heading for the elevator.

"You are a bitch, Briefs!" Epeon shouted. "You don't deserve to have a man like Vegeta. He's too good of a fuck for you. I at least can give him what he needs."

Bulma stalled, indicating that she was listening though, she knew better then to believe any of the words Epeon said. She trusted her husband over anyone.

The greened eyed woman smirked, knowing that what she had voiced had caught the woman off guard. "I bet Vegeta didn't tell you about us. I told him that he was married and that we shouldn't be doing it but damn, he seemed so desperate. He told me that he hadn't had a descent fuck in years. So how could I deny him? I mean, why would he want a selfish old used up bitch like you when he could have anything he wanted with me?" She placed a hand on her hip, proud of her accomplishment. Let's see the bitch deal with that information, even if it was all lies.

Bulma took in a deep breath and gently set down her briefcase. She ran her hands down her skirt. She turned around, ignoring all the eyes that were on them. She swayed up to the smirking woman, a smile of her own on her lips.

Next thing anyone knew, Bulma punched Epeon right across the cheek sending the woman flying off her feet and smashing to the floor with a sharp cry.

Watching Epeon lean up on her elbow as she held her paining cheek, blood pouring from her nose and dripping from her mouth with tears swelled in the woman's eyes, Bulma wore a smug expression as she leaned down, "My husband did tell me everything that went on. So stop living in your fantasy world and just face it, Vegeta picked me over you. As it will always be. He doesn't need a ten-cent whore when he can get everything he wants plus much more at home with his wife and kids. Now," Bulma straightened with a nice welcoming smile, "If you don't get off my property in ten minutes, I will have you arrested for trespassing and sexual harassment on a married man. Good day." Bulma once against headed for the elevator.

Epeon pulled herself up to her feet, "I'm going to sue your ass off, Briefs! Assault and battery! Everyone in here seen it!"

Bulma stepped in the elevator, holding the doors, "Go ahead, but you'll only loose." Bulma peaked her head out of the doors, "Did anyone see anything today?" They were all quick to shake their heads. "Good, Bonuses for everyone." Bulma winked to the female allowing the doors to slide shut, smiling only brighter as she heard the curses Epeon cried fade.

Once the doors were tightly sealed Bulma dropped the tote bag and quickly gripped her hand, whimpering at the pain that was throbbing her knuckles "Owe!" She whimpered, leaning against the wall, cradling her hand. "That is going to leave some mark." She looked down at it. Blood seeped through her skin at the top of her knuckles. She pressed the button for the second floor, sighing when the doors opened. She went through the medical facility going to one of the doctors that had taken care of Trunks' collapsed lung, "Hello, Od."

The tall, skinny, brown haired man turned sharply from his project, knocking over a jar of liquids in his movement. He was quick to pull the cylinder back up, laughing nervously at his stupidity before clicking on a green button on the wall, watching as the liquid was soaked up through the marble counter. Sighing, he brought his attention to the woman, "Hi, Mrs. Briefs. How may I help you? Young Mr. Briefs doing well?"

"Yes, very well, walking only with a slight limp but sure to be gone tomorrow."

"I am still amazed by the healing process of those Sayians. Any human would have died ten times over with what happened to the young man."

"Me too, Od. You did get your bonus right?"

The old male smiled with a small chuckle, "Sure did." He beamed.

"Good. Could you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

Bulma held up her hand with her palm facing herself. "Could you wrap this up?"

Shock present on the creature's features, "What happened, miss?" Od gently grabbed the appendage, placing his glass back on to take a good look at the damage.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Certainly."

"I punch Ms. Epeon Hinild."

Knowing exactly who she was talking about, Od laughed lightly before smirking, "I'm sure she had it coming. Let's get this stitched up."

"Oh, um one more thing." Bulma stepped over to the side wall where a phone was rested, picking up the receiver and hitting one button getting the secretary, "Send up security to level five. I just fired someone." Knowing that whenever Bulma fired someone, it usually always got out of hand, the secretary laughed.

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Vegeta paced agitatedly on the balcony, constantly looking toward the sky. The sun was setting causing light pinks, reds, and purples to mesh together creating colors only the gods of heaven could possibly design. The sky was cloudy in the north, the air smelling of water and feeling humid, alerting Vegeta that there was to be a storm tonight. And from the looks of the dark clouds it was going to be a bad one.

Trunks was supposed to be home hours ago, but Vegeta also knew the boy had plans with the female so he figured it won't be until back seven, usually the time of dinner. Well it is 7:03 at the moment and the kid still wasn't home! Vegeta had half the mind to beat the shit out of the child when he returned. But Vegeta knew the boy wasn't healed to hundred percent, and besides, he didn't know if he could bring himself to train with Trunks for at least a few months. He'll admit it. He was…apprehensive about sparring with him. Vegeta doesn't want a repeat of what happened two weeks prior. Ever. And if that meant he was never to train with Trunks again for the rest of his life then so be it.

Vegeta snapped his head to the sky, seeing the speck that was his son. Vegeta growled, wishing to have his tail so it could flick back and forth in agitation to relieve some of it. His arms crossed over his chest, finger tapping in aggravation. It drove him even more up the wall that the kid was doing circles and loops as he flew a bit slow for Vegeta's patience. But, a slow smirk crept on his features. The boy was now a man. It was amazing to know that. Vegeta couldn't describe it. Maybe it was pride that he felt knowing that his son had reached manhood. But he didn't have much time to think of it as Trunks dropped down on the balcony, causing Vegeta's smirk to drop down into a frown, "You're late."

"Yeah, I am." He grinned before barely limping into the open doors of the house. Vegeta followed expecting his son to go into the kitchen but instead he plopped down on the couch and grabbed for the remote. Knitting his brows, the older Sayian stepped in the front of the TV getting innocent blue eyes to gaze up at him, "Problem, Dad?"

"The woman won't be home for awhile. You are in charge of food."

Lavender brows knitted, "Who said?"

"I did." Vegeta ground back. What, did losing his virginity sudden make him stupid?

"I'm not hungry." Trunks said carelessly as he stretched his neck to get a glance at the TV behind his father.

"I do not care. Get in there boy."

"Why can't you make it?"

Ok, now the boy was being disrespectful. And that, Vegeta wouldn't have in a son. The pure blood started to have second thoughts on allowing the kid to get laid, as humans call it.

It wasn't like Vegeta couldn't make his own food. As said prior, he learned how to put things in the microwave and press a button. Or order a meal from the refrigerator, which he had done but only got a message back saying that they were all out of pre-made meals. Making something from ingredients, that was the only thing the Sayian had no idea of how to do.

"You are forgetting your place, Boy. Did fucking that female misplace some of your brain cells?"

Blush crept to the kid's cheeks but he only grinned before getting up with the help of the couch, "Nope, but it might of added some." Trunks hobbled over to the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?"

After explaining what he wanted, Vegeta set himself down in his seat, watching with his grown heir stagger across the kitchen, grabbing raw meat, milk, egg, fruits, rice, and other sorts of food and placing them on the bar island in the middle of the kitchen. He was humming to himself as he chopped the foods up, placing them on several pans before shoving them into the oven. Sighing happily, Trunks turned around to go to his seat, only to cringe as the sudden movement caused a sharp pain to vibrate through his nerves. He leaned against the bar, panting heavily for a few seconds, swallowing hard. A smile quickly reappeared as if nothing weird just happened, he took his seat across the table from his father. "It'll take five minutes to cook."

Vegeta always thought it slight strange for a warrior like Trunks to be able to cook the most delicious meals he himself had ever tasted. He didn't know where the kid got it from. The only thing he could cook was what he hunted. And the woman…well, the woman couldn't even cook popcorn. When Trunks was just five years old, when he wasn't training, he was with his grandmother cooking. That's whom he had to have gotten from. It's the only explanation.

After staring at his offspring for a few moments, watching the child fidget under his gaze, Vegeta stood himself up only to kneel down before Trunks. "Give me your leg." Vegeta ordered.

The lavender brows knitted as Trunks stared down at his father from an awkward position, "Dad?" He questioned.

"Give me your leg, boy" The glare the child received made all reluctant thoughts fly, quickly shoving his leg in his father's direction only to have him push it away and scowl, "Your bad one." He annoyingly spat.

Trunks whispered an apology, shifting in his seat to direct his leg to his father. Vegeta grabbed the appendage, placing the booted foot on his knee and rolled up the pant leg to his thigh. Trunks obviously became slightly nervous, not understanding what he was doing or why.

"This will take a moment." Vegeta stated, setting his hands upon the child's knee, gently massaging the area with ki.

Trunks instantly relaxed at the heated kneading of his painful knee. He leaned his head back on the back of his seat, sighing out. It was better not to question his father's actions hence the reason he didn't. Trunks didn't know what the man was trying to do, maybe this was another Sayian way of apologizing but he highly doubted it. But then again, his father always did do weird things. "Hey, dad?" Vegeta grunted in response. "How come I don't have any hair? Like, anywhere?"

Vegeta chuckled, "Why do you ask such a stupid question?" He asked amusingly. He slowly moved his rubbing fingers to the back of the child's knee.

"Well--" Trunks flinched as a sudden pain jabbed him, quickly picking up his head watching his father's fingers as if making sure the man didn't do whatever he did again. "Well, I know humans do. Males and females alike. But I don't. Anywhere. Is that the same with all Sayians?"

"The smallest fraction of a second could get you killed in battle. Our race's genes had purged body hair from our blood for that reason. All though if you command your body, you will get it." Vegeta rolled his son's pant leg back down before standing up. The lavender-haired boy was about to question what exactly his father meant about commanding the body to grow hair but those thoughts were replaced by the voice of Vegeta. "Get up." He ordered, Trunks immediately obeyed, "Walk around."

With an awkward brow, Trunks did as he was told, expecting aching in his leg only to receive none. After checking it, bending and turning, Trunks grinned at his father, "What did you do?" He asked while checking out his leg, loving the movement he had in both of the them.

"You need to learn how to do that boy. It is in your blood." Vegeta carelessly replied as he set himself down again.

"You healed me?"

"No. Sayians do not have the power to heal. But we can use our ki to soothe bruises, burns, and broken limps without the discomfort."

"But isn't that bad? I mean, if you have a broken bone but can't feel it don't you make it worse by using it?" Trunks pointed out before walking normally, happily, over to the oven and pulling out several trays.

"That is besides the point." Vegeta shot back. "In order to fight you cannot be slowed by pain. Weather you have serious injuries or not."

Trunks spread the food out on the table and once he sat down, both began to cram as much food as possible down their throats, however, they were amazingly able to eat like gentlemen.

Trunks set his fork down first, glancing up at his father who was taking a large gulp of his water. "Dad?" Vegeta grunted in response before stuffing his mouth full of food, "Can I talk to you?"

After swallowing, "About?"

Lavender hair covered the boy's eyes as his head fell toward his lap, blush spreading to his cheeks. "Something…" He answered a bit shyly.

Vegeta rolled his eyes but dropped his fork on the empty plate, taking a big sip of his drink before crossing his arms over his chest. "Mating, I take it?" They were finally having 'the talk'. At least the boy brought it up and not embarrassingly him. Vegeta dreaded having this conversation but Trunks needed to know some things about Sayian instinct when it came to mating so it was inevitable. He would not allow the boy to grow older without simple knowledge like he had to do. It was hard enough coupling with a different species no need to add to it when one doesn't even know how their own race does it.

"Is that what Sayians call it?" The pure-blood nodded. "Oh. Well, then yeah. But." Trunks was quick to allow release from this conversation, "If you don't want to talk to me about it it's ok, I can ask mom or Kakarot or someone."

"No. I am the purest of Sayian blood, you should hear it from me. Besides, Kakarot probably is as much human as his sickening mate." Trunks chuckled. "What do you want to know?" Vegeta mentally sighed. He really didn't know if he could explain it having no one explaining it to him when he was of age. But he would try his best to answer his son completely, hoping by the end of this conversation, there will be no need for further embarrassing discussions.

"Well, I just wanted to say that sedative really worked. I didn't burn or hurt her. It was a bit strong."

"That was a sedative used for a pure-blood heat. I should have known it would be and reduced the amount."

"It still worked. But, now that I umm…you know…mated. I won't need it again right?"

Vegeta contemplated this question as he stared at his half-breed. He didn't really know but saying that was very much well against his pride. So he would have to take the round about route and pretend that he knew what he was talking about. "If you do not take a female an entire year or more, you might need to use it. But if it is constant then more then likely you won't. Just learn to control your strength. If you go into heat that is another story but the human blood in you calms your heats that should have started when you were ten. Telling me that you do not have heats or if you do, you do not notice it as much as a pure blood."

"I don't understand your term of 'heat'. Like a cat or dog or something?"

"I do not know about those animals. Your mother can explain that to you. Any thing else?"

"Yeah. A few things. The nub where my tail used to be." Trunks stopped at the sound of his father's chuckles.

"That is normal, boy. Your tail was a very sensitive part of you. Only weakness of a Sayian if careless. It is not unlikely for one's mate to 'touch' there to excite." Vegeta smirked cavorting as his son's blush.

Trunks chewed his lip as he tried to formulate a correct way to say this without sounding stupid. "How or why do I purr?"

"It's in your genes. It can be controlled if you work at it."

Now more comfortable with asking his father his questions, Trunks leaned forward, wanting to get all the information possible as any normal genius would. "During the actually…performance…I wanted to bite her. Why?"

Vegeta's eyes widened at that admission, blinking in quite shock. The boy was so young and yet he already desired a mate? Was that possible? Sayians never took mates until well into their human age of thirty. But then, he himself had wanted Bulma for his own when he was only twenty-one. He would need to ask the woman about this new problem. "Don't. Anywhere. Not until your mother agrees."

"Agrees to what? What does it mean?"

"In Sayian culture, to take a mate officially as in your human marriages, instead of a ring that could be lost or simple taken off, Sayians keep a partner forever. And in doing so, they leave their mark, by biting, on the neck. Your instinct tells you to bite the female. In another words, you want her as your mate."

"What?" Trunks stalled, his eyes wide as he thought about it. "My mate…" He whispered. "Aren't I a bit young for that?"

"Yes. But it might be your human genes that provoke such feeling."

Trunks nodded in acceptance, reminding himself to keep his teeth far from her neck. "Dad…." so much hesitation, his face beat red, a smirked rose on his father's face. "Have you ever…." the blue eyes dropped from connection, "lost it before?"

"Lost what before?"

He glanced up, "Lost it before they did?"

Vegeta corked an eyebrow thoroughly confused at what the child meant. It had to do with sex that was obvious so let's do the connections. His black eyes dilated in realization, his own cheeks beaming red. Vegeta shifted in his seat suddenly uncomfortable. He willed himself to run out but the blue skies kept him at bay. Clearing his throat, he shifted again. "When I was a child."

"Child? How old were you when you…"

"As a pure-blood my heat hit when I was ten of your human years."

"Ten?!" Vegeta lightly smirked at his surprise. "You were all… developed by then?"

He chuckled, "Not fully. But enough."

"Well…how was your first time?"

Vegeta shook his head, taking hold of his plates and rising, "No, boy. No." He turned back to see his son laugh.

"That bad, huh?"

The Sayian Prince chuckled, his smirk trying to twitch on his lips. "I tamed your mother, didn't I?"

"Eww, Dad! Why you got to go and give me mental pictures!" Trunks ran from the room holding his eyes in his hands.

Vegeta crossed his arms, smug and proud.