Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing with Fire ❯ Well I found Mr. July ( Chapter 3 )

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Playing with fire…


Bulma was fuming as she followed her friends up the stairs to check out the lovely accommodations that the captain was about to give them. The room was on the dusty side, the blinds on the windows closed, sealing the room off to natural light. The room would have to do while they were on duty. Bulma just couldn't wait to get back to her own apartment where things smelled of potpourri and spice instead of the heavy scent of stale smoke and water.

"There are no other females at this station besides you three. This is the female sleeping quarters. You are not allowed into the males sleeping quarters at any time. We have three rotating shifts that are twenty-four hours long. You will be given duties that you must complete before you can leave the station after your shift. No showering with the men. You have to wait to use the locker room." Vegeta barked out like a drill sergeant. Juuhachigou stared blank faced at the captain understanding full what was being asked of them while Bulma and ChiChi stood with mouths agape trying their hardest not to whine.
"You all understand this?"
"Yes sir." The three women replied quickly to him. Bulma rolled her eyes before dropping her bag on the floor. She couldn't wait for the captain to leave so she could just sit down and figure out what the hell she was thinking when she joined her friends to attend the academy.

"And you." Vegeta hissed, pointing a finger towards the blue haired female. His voice held venom as he spoke to the women.
"You have kitchen duty first off. I suggest you get down there and start breakfast before my men get back from their call."
"But sir…"
"No buts! I don't care if you have an excuse from your mommy, you wanted to join the roughest and dangerous career in this city and you got just that. Not everything is fire and rescues around here."

"I can't cook." Bulma seethed out before Vegeta continued on with his rant. Vegeta turned sharply towards her annoyed by her tone of voice she had just used with him.
"Can you read?" Vegeta asked quirking an eyebrow to her.
"Yes I can read. It's a requirement to get into the academy." Bulma shot back in a mocking voice. Vegeta was about to lose his temper with her, a small vein on his forehead pulsing more.
"Good, then read the directions on the boxes for all that I care. You two help wash the trucks when they come in. Come back and see me when those tasks are done." Vegeta eyed them carefully before descending the stairs back to the truck bays.

As soon as the captain was out of sight Bulma huffed, clearly pissed off about their so-called duties already. They were taught how to do search and rescue, handled fire hoses, drive the trucks and ChiChi and herself excelled at emergency medical, but not at cooking and other medial tasks Vegeta was asking out of them already. Was this all worth it? To be the best of the best, risking life and limb to save others that can't save themselves? Bulma's parents thought she was nuts when she announced that she was going to the fire academy. Her mother worried that her only daughter would be eaten alive by fire while her father worried that she wouldn't have the stamina for the job itself. Bulma was out to prove something. If not for her family or the men stationed her, but to herself. She had to know she could do this job.

"I can't believe this! Where is the excitement? Where are the men? I wonder if I can order carry out for breakfast?" Bulma ranted as her girlfriends unpacked their gear and stowed it away near their beds.
"You actually thought we'd be on the front lines already? We're probies Bulma. We get the shit jobs while everyone else does the dirty work. What did you expect?" ChiChi asked her agitated friend, watching her pace the tile floor.
"Well not exactly, but cooking and washing trucks? Is that all we're going to be doing around here because we are women? I have something to prove and I can't do that making pancakes can I?"
"You really think you can prove yourself to him? Get real Bulma. He don't give a shit if you last a day here."
"I'll make him give a shit Chi. I'm not going to just prove it to him but to myself and family that I can actually do this job. I didn't waste a year of my time in the academy for him to send me packing. I'm going to be the best female firefighter there ever was in this city."
"There's the spirit. I'm sure with that attitude you'll make him see the light or your fist, which ever comes first."
"Well hate to break up your little party, but I'm going down to wait for those trucks." Juuhachigou announced as she straightened her light blue dress shirt and tie.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to go shuffle around the kitchen like a house wife. Don't get too wet washing those pretty red trucks." Bulma sulked as she left quickly to figure out what she was going to make.


Four hours spent fighting the blazing beast, the men of station seven eight arrived back to the station exhausted and hungry. Climbing down off of the first truck in, Krillin and Juunanagou jumped off, peeling off hot and sweaty turn out gear as fast as they could. Not worrying if things were hung up right, they headed straight for the kitchen praying that someone at least made some coffee to help keep them awake.

"Whoa, who is that woman?" Krillin stopped in mid-stride as he took notice of a beautiful blonde near the open doors watching the trucks pull in one by one. Juunanagou hadn't notice anything until Krillin had stopped. Turning to track exactly where Krillin's gaze was.
"Where? Geeze! That's my sister you dick." Juunanagou slugged Krillin in the arm hard for getting his hopes up and making him look at his sister. Krillin looked at his fellow firefighter then back at the woman.

"No way man! That seriously isn't your sister." Krillin chuckled out, not believing the man for a second.
"Serious man. That's my twin sister. I got the good looks and she got the attitude problem."
"Yeah alright Slick. I doubt anyone has a worse attitude then Vegeta around here."
"She could give him a run for his money. Come on you can go flirt with her later." The dark haired man said giving Krillin a tug backwards towards the kitchen.

Shin and Goku clamored off the next truck in as it came to a stop out front of the station. Pulling off his jacket, Chief Shin watched Goku come in slowly taking his own jacket off and hanging up in its spot near the radio room.

"Are you sure that you are alright Goku?" The taller man just waved his hand at his boss. Granted the lieutenant took a crack to the head by a few bricks, but the splitting headache wasn't going to stop him from his duties.
"I'm fine, stop worry about me. It's not like you didn't take a few hard knocks out there yourself."
"Well you are correct with that, but I didn't take any to the head trying to cover Captain Blaze." Goku half laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'll still never get over her name you know. What was her father thinking when he named her?"
"I think it's fitting of her actually. She's the third generation of firefighters in her family. She was born right after he had gotten back from a huge fire at some warehouse uptown. The first thing out of his mouth was the word Blaze and it stuck."
"And I bet she'll name her kids something like Flame and Firestorm." This made the chief laugh.
"Don't push it or she will. Come on lets go see what the probie fixed us for breakfast."

The majority of the men sat at the table all gawking at the blue haired female that stood at the counter totally flustered as she looked at food packaging in awe. She had managed to make coffee and lots of it to satisfy the men momentarily as she fought with what to make the starving crew.

"Bulma do you need help?" Bulma spun around to see ChiChi looking at her with a worried expression on her face.
"What would you feed fifteen guys that are starving?" Bulma whispered out as she glanced back at the men still covered with black smudges and smelling heavily of smoke. ChiChi bit her bottom lip as she thought, watching a few more men shuffle into the dinning area. The taller of the two men stopped and smiled at both women before proceeding to the table himself.

"Here, eggs, bacon and toast. That should keep them happy." ChiChi said as she grabbed what was needed out of the large refrigerator. Bulma stared for a moment before she started to help her friend cracking eggs into a large pan.
"Here, you just put the toast in there and butter it when it comes up." ChiChi instructed as she mixed the eggs roughly around in the pan making a heap of scrambled eggs in the matter of minutes.
"Thanks Chi you're a life saver." Bulma smiled and started taking big plates of food to the table.

"Woman!" Bulma flinched back away from the table hearing Vegeta's voice pierce the room. The little dog known as Killer was at his feet, dog tags jingling as it pranced in behind the captain.
"What?" She snapped back folding her arms in front of herself and glaring back at the captain. Vegeta scowled at her harshly mirroring the pose exactly.
"Asking for help already? I thought you had something to prove?" Most of the men had stopped eating to watch and listen to the captain pick at the woman that was serving them breakfast. Krillin went to open his mouth to say something but received an elbow to the ribs by Goku to keep him quite.
"I didn't ask for help." She answered just as sharply as he had asked. Her blue eyes danced with unreleased anger.
"Fine, kitchen duty every shift you have this week." A smirk widening on his face as he watched her expression falter to one of pure hatred and anger towards him.

"Vegeta cool it." Came the calm voice of his boss Shin. With disdain in his eyes, Vegeta stalked out of the dinning area and back to the main part of the station without a backwards glance. Bulma watched the retreating man, sighing when he had finally got out of earshot.

"Sorry about Vegeta, he likes to break in the probies his way. Chief Shin." He introduced himself to the women that stood mainly in shock. The little dog scrambled as it jumped up into Shin's lap to steal some food before running off to trail behind Vegeta.
"Oh, Hi sir. I'm Bulma Briefs and this is ChiChi." Bulma pointed over to the woman that was turning back to cook more food.
"Glad to have you aboard. I heard good things from Fire Marshall Roshi about three women roaring through the academy. So I asked for you all to be sent here to my station."
"The old pervert actually said something good about us?" Most of the men chuckled all knowing full well that Roshi was a pervert of the worse kind, but was one hell of a firefighter in his day. Shin laughed, shaking his head.
"Yes the old pervert had nothing but good things to say about you three. To put it in his words he said that one was a spitfire take no shit and take control. One was a wiz with medical and rescue, and the other was the spitting image of a probie that came through the academy a few years back. One that gave a new meaning to the words 'search and rescue'. Bulma nodded her head agreeing. She knew whom he was talking about just by the descriptions.

"Guess that was nice of him." Bulma shrugged and went to get more food for the men.
"Don't take shit from Vegeta. I know he's got you pegged just by the way he's snapping at you. Don't let him break that spirit Roshi told me about."
"I won't sir."

All the while as Bulma and the chief talked, Goku had closed his ears off to the comments and focused on one thing. The woman that was cooking the best food he had tasted in a long time around the station. His eyes flowed over her figure, taking in the raven black hair tied back into a tight bun on top of her head. The smooth curves of her body as she moved to retrieve more bacon for the frying pan. She was the most gorgeous woman he had laid eyes on.

"Goku? Hey man Goku are you in there?" Krillin waved his hand in front of his lieutenant's face trying to get his attention.
"Huh? What?" Goku blurted out, shaking his head slightly to get his mind focused on something else.
"I asked you if you were alright? You seemed to be zoning out just now."
"I still say he should go down to the hospital and have his head examined." Juunanagou added with a snicker.
"Feh! I'm fine. Why won't anyone believe me around here?"
"Well let's see Goku. There was a time you walked around with a concussion for three days just because you wouldn't go. The time you twisted your ankle and you gimped around for two weeks saying you were fine. Or that time you…"
"I get your point Krillin. No need to remind me of that." Goku snorted out as he picked up his empty plate heading for the sink.

"Delicious breakfast." ChiChi gasped at the voice that was next to her ear. Turning her head to the side she got the view of chaotic jet black hair and the most intriguing dark eyes she ever seen on a man. Warm and inviting, she almost forgot where she was at for a moment.
"Thanks lieutenant." She mumbled out before returning her gaze back to the cooking food.
"Goku."
"Huh?"
"The name is Goku and you're ChiChi?" She nodded her head dumbly a small blush creeping its way across her pale cheeks.
"Good to have you with us. Can't wait to work with you." Goku said in a low voice before making his exit from the kitchen. ChiChi followed the lieutenant with her eyes, taking in the beautiful view of the man's backside.
"Well I found Mr. July." (Refer to the comment Bulma made about the firefighters posing for calendars!)

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