What husbands can barely do, wives can do better

“Woman, what are you doing?” Vegeta asked indignantly as Bulma reached around him and grabbed a bottle of ketchup.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She barked back, walking away from him and muttering angrily under her breath.

Bulma loved Vegeta with all her heart, but there were some days she wished she’d given Yamcha a little bit more thought before marrying Vegeta. Her eyes scanned over her yard, looking for him now. She peered over the many faces present at the barbeque in search for his smiling face. Present were the many employees of Capsule Corp., her parents, and, of course, her close friends.

She stopped her search to smile in Goku’s general direction. The barbeque had barely even started and already he was looking around nervously, in search of the food. Chi Chi was, of course, yelling at him to behave himself in public. Bulma shook her head and turned back to look at her husband, who was working the grill. He seemed to be concentrating all his energy on making the perfect meat patties, surely, to show off in front of Goku. There was no doubt about that.

“Bulma!” Goku yelled as he waved her over.

“I know.” Bulma sighed heavily as she walked over and handed Goku the ketchup bottle. He wanted to be the first one ready, the first one to grab condiments and a plate, and, of course, the first one to eat. Her eyes momentarily shifted over to Chi Chi, who seemed more annoyed than ever. She had been married to Goku for so many years that Bulma figured the little things were starting to get to her... just like with her and Vegeta. Chi Chi’s eyes locked with Bulma’s for a moment, but she immediately looked away and focused on Goku’s childish behavior.

“Will you get over here and help?” Vegeta barked from behind the grill as he bent over and grabbed a packet of plates from the grass beneath him.

“Coming...” Bulma said in a low voice as if not wanting to waste her energy.

“Here!” He said as he threw her the plates. “This batch is ready.” His hands began to work madly, assembling burgers and passing them down to Bulma.
“Try and keep up will you! Don’t be useless!” He yelled again as he noticed she was just barely keeping up with his pace.
“Kakerot!” Vegeta snickered as he held up a plate with the biggest, juiciest burger of the entire batch.
“Feast your mouth on this!” He yelled as Goku ran over and accepted the plate. The food was gone before he had even returned to his seat.

“Wow Vegeta!” Goku smiled with glee as he licked his lips. “I couldn’t have made it better myself!”

“I know, you twit.” Vegeta muttered under his breath.

Everything seemed to be going well. The guests were enjoying themselves and Bulma’s ears echoed their laughter and upbeat conversations. She, however, wanted nothing more than to go inside and lock herself in her room.

“I’m going to go inside and grab some napkins.” She told Vegeta as she placed her hand gently on his shoulder and patted him.

“Yes, yes, do what you want.” He said, waving his hand in the air as if dismissing her.
Sometimes, even though Bulma knew Vegeta cared about her, she wondered if he cared about her in the way she cared for him. Was it love that he felt, or just the need to mate with something?

Without a second thought she walked inside and closed the glass sliding door behind her. The urge to cry came upon her but she resisted. “Focus,” she told herself as she began looking in the kitchen closet for the napkins.

“Are you looking for these?” Chi Chi asked as she held up a handful of napkins.

“Uh, yeah.” Bulma replied as she looked over and closed the door.

“I was just going to take them out for Goku before I have to spend the rest of my day trying to wash the stains out of his goddamn shirt.”

“Yeah, that’s why I came to grab them.” Bulma chuckled, but Chi Chi didn’t seem to find it comical.
“Is everything all right?” Bulma asked Chi Chi, observing her furrowed brow.

“I guess so. I mean, after so much time together, what’s the use in complaining, right? I’ve got him, he’s got me, we’re happy, isn’t that how it goes?” She sighed and brushed back a couple of loose hairs from her bangs.

Bulma frowned for a moment, her light blue eyes closing a little to show pity, yet understanding.
“Don’t worry; he can’t be worse than Vegeta. At least Goku loves you and cares about Gohan. Vegeta cares only about himself and about besting Goku. Trunks and I aren’t exactly priorities to him.”

Chi Chi set down the napkins and sighed.
“Goku’s a wonderful father,” she admitted, “but a good husband, I don’t think so. Yes, he’s caring, but he’s just a big kid. He’d rather go outside and explore than spend time with his wife, and trust me, after a while, that builds up.” She set her head down, with some embarrassment. While Chi Chi was a boisterous woman, she kept her personal life personal, so, for her to admit that Goku wasn’t satisfying her needs was truly an embarrassing confession.

“At least you get some once in a while, right?” Bulma laughed. “And I bet when you do, it’s tender and loving, not like an animal in heat trying to relieve its frustration on you.” Her light eyes looked over and noticed Chi Chi’s bashful expression. She smiled to herself. Bulma had always admired Chi Chi secretly. She loved the way Chi Chi expressed herself regardless of who was around. It seemed like she was such a strong woman, a woman with no reservations who knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it.

Yes, Chi Chi was strong. Bulma’s eyes began to wander a little, examining Chi Chi’s face. She seemed to have such feminine features when she wasn’t yelling and contorting her face into all sorts of angry poses. Her jaw line was so well defined and her ears seemed to shyly bloom through her hair like gentle flowers, eager and aching to be touched and caressed. Something began to stir inside Bulma.

“Perhaps, too tender,” Chi Chi admitted.

“We have opposite problems then. Goku’s too gentle with you and Vegeta almost destroys me. We should switch for a day,” Bulma joked as she continued to stare at Chi Chi’s face, which seemed to get redder by the moment.

“I’m not interested in your pig of a husband, I’d prefer to be intimate with you a million times before him.” Chi Chi replied with a hint of acid in her voice.

“Is that an offer then?” Bulma could feel her heart beating wildly. She could hear each beat in her ears and she worried that the beating was so loud that Chi Chi would hear it too. She tried holding her breath a little so that her breathing wouldn’t sound so ragged in a feeble attempt to contain her nervousness.

“Is what an offer?” Chi Chi turned her head to face Bulma and saw the pink blush that stretched from one cheek to the other, bridging her tiny nose. Bulma stammered a little, laughing nervously, trying to pretend her comment had been a joke, but Chi Chi knew otherwise. She smirked a little.
“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” She asked daringly, challenging Bulma to answer.

“No, I’m not asking that at all.” Bulma replied as she clasped her hands together to stop them from quivering.

“That’s not what it sounded like to me.” Chi Chi moved forward a few steps and stood barely inches from her friend. She moved close to Bulma’s ear and whispered lowly, “Are you sure that’s not what you were asking?”

Bulma couldn’t hold her breathing any longer and let out a shaky breath. As she breathed in yet another weak attempt to regain her composure, she took in the scent of jasmines emanating from Chi Chi’s pale neck. A chill moved from her neck down to her breasts, perking up her nipples and forcing Bulma to arch her back into Chi Chi’s chest. Bulma laughed uneasily, not knowing what to say.
“Well,” she finally started, “since Goku can’t please you and Vegeta can’t please me, I don’t see anything wrong with us doing what they can’t.” She paused and waited for Chi Chi to laugh at her or to just walk off.


“You think they’ll miss us out there?” Chi Chi asked as she turned her head to look out to the lawn.

“Doubtful.” Bulma said as she took this opportunity to take a peek at Chi Chi’s body. “Vegeta’s too busy cooking and Goku’s too busy eating. Neither of them will notice we’re gone unless Vegeta runs out of plates or Goku runs out of food. In either case, it seems unlikely.”
Chi Chi’s body was so fit, which was, after all, expected from the strongest woman on Earth. Her lower back was resting softly on the kitchen counter and her head was turned past her shoulder, revealing her beautiful neck dressed up elegantly with a simple necklace composed of watermelon colored tourmaline beads.
Chi Chi took a deep breath and sighed as if debating with herself. Her chest rose and fell underneath her mint green yukata, sending yet chills down Bulma’s spine.

“I guess you’re right.” She finally said as she turned to Bulma and caught her staring at her chest.
“They won’t miss us, and we won’t miss them.” She once more moved closer to Bulma but this time, she nuzzled her nose to hers and kissed her lips softly.
Bulma was so shocked by the kiss that she didn’t even have enough time to react and kiss her back.
“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind now.” Chi Chi joked.

As a reply, Bulma took her hand and led Chi Chi up the stairs bashfully. She didn’t want Vegeta to see her through the glass doors, who knows what he’d do. They walked past Trunk’s room, past the bathroom and Vegeta and Bulma’s room.
“Where are you taking me?” Chi Chi asked as excitement coursed through her chest.

“Guest room.” Bulma replied as she pushed Chi Chi in the room and closed the door behind them. Without hesitation, Bulma pressed her palms onto Chi Chi’s shoulders and pushed her against the closed door. Her lips ached to feel hers.

Chi Chi’s chest heaved with short breaths as Bulma pinned her down. A look of sheer determination was on her friend’s face, and a sly smirk warned Chi Chi that there was more to come. Bulma’s dark red lipstick and light pink blush gave her pale face some color, while her pale blue eyes seemed to pierce Chi Chi’s as she moved closer and locked lips. Chi Chi moaned softly into Bulma’s mouth, loving the feeling of her warm body pressed against hers. She couldn’t move, Bulma had her well restrained by the shoulders, and she savored the feeling of being Bulma’s victim, her slave, there to fulfill her every whim.

“B..Bulma.” Chi Chi gasped as Bulma moved her mouth away from hers and trailed kisses to her perky ear, biting the ridge and sucking on the lobe. A sudden sense of shyness came over her. Sure, when she was with Goku she was the dominant one, but now, she didn’t even seem to have a fighting chance. Bulma reached down and removed the thick, pink cloth belt off her yukata and let it fall to the floor. Her hand undid the folds on the outfit and slid inside the mint robe, resting itself on Chi Chi’s bare hip. The cold hand on her hip sent shivers down Chi Chi’s spine and forced her hips to buck slightly towards Bulma.

Bulma smiled and licked her lips. Her lipstick was now almost all gone, having dispersed itself all over Chi Chi’s lips and ear. She moved to Chi Chi’s ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

A weak whimper escaped Chi Chi’s lips.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “I’ve never done something like this.” But her hips betrayed her. As Chi Chi talked, Bulma caressed her hip with her hand and her hips responded to the touch by grinding gently into her.

“Seems that part of you does know.” Bulma bit her lip and smirked as she dug her nails into her friend’s hip and dragged them down towards her underwear. Chi Chi flinched at first but then bucked her hips towards the touch. She tried to lower her head to hide the look of shame on her face, but this only drove Bulma further.
“Shy, are we?” She chuckled and rubbed the tips of her fingers lightly over Chi Chi’s mound.
“There’s no room for shyness here.” Bulma whispered as she removed her other hand from Chi Chi’s shoulder and brought it to the back of her neck, surging her neck forward into a kiss as her right hand caressed her through the underwear.

At first, there was uninterrupted silence. The only noises heard were those of their lips unlocking repeatedly and those of Bulma’s fingers rubbing softly over the cotton underwear. Soon, however, Chi Chi began to whimper softly and her hips began to keep a pace with Bulma’s fingers. Her legs started to weaken as she felt Bulma’s touch tingle throughout her loins.
“I’m going to fall...” was all she could say.

“The strongest woman on Earth can’t stand on her own two feet?” Bulma teased as she walked backwards and led Chi Chi to the bed.
“I find that hard to believe.” A small chuckle escaped her as she pushed Chi Chi down on the bed. Bulma took a moment to admire her. She lay on the cold bed, perfectly still except for her heaving chest and her parted lips which were panting furiously yet silently. Her black tresses were scattered all over the pillow and her submissive eyes were fixed on hers. The pale yukata was open halfway, exposing one of her small breasts and her white underwear. Bulma smiled contently at this. One of Chi Chi’s legs was draped over the side of the bed, her wooden geta falling off her foot and sounding off against the hardwood floors.

“Are you just going to stare?” Chi Chi asked, getting some of her spunk back.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Bulma quickly rectified as he took off her sandals and crawled into bed with her, laughing a little and straddling her hips.

“What are you doing?” Chi Chi asked as she looked down and noticed she had a clear view of Bulma’s lacy underwear. She blushed at this and looked away bashfully, suppressing the urge to sneak a hand up Bulma’s skirt and pay her back for the torture she was making her go through.

Bulma didn’t honor her with a reply. She tucked her own hair behind her ears and bent down, kissing her friend passionately and letting her feel the weight of her chest as she laid it over hers. Their breasts rubbed up against each others’ as they kissed, Bulma’s hands pinning down Chi Chi by the wrists. Chi Chi’s wet mound was sending heat into Bulma’s panties, making her ache with need just as badly, if not worse than Chi Chi.
“I’m going to ask you again, what do you want me to do.”

Chi Chi tried to hide her face but Bulma didn’t let her. One hand left her wrist and forced her face to stare into her lusty blue eyes.
“I said I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know, then I don’t either and we won’t get anywhere.” Bulma smirked sadistically. Being married to Vegeta for so many years had definitely started to rub off on her. Chi Chi felt like an innocent virgin under her, waiting to be tainted. Bulma began to lift her body off Chi Chi’s and she sat on the edge of the bed, putting on her sandals.

“W... What’re you doing?” Chi Chi asked as she closed her yukata and clasped the ends with her hand.

“Leaving. Going back to the party.” Bulma replied nonchalantly as she secured one strap of her sandal.

So many emotions were coursing through Chi Chi that she didn’t know what to do. Surely, the strongest woman on Earth, married to the strongest man in the universe, was above begging and pleading. But, as she watched Bulma begin to secure the strap of the second sandal and fix her mauve shirt, a feeling of sheer need and desperation seemed to be flowing through her veins. Still, she had to keep her pride intact, but how? Bulma’s hands pressed down firmly on the bed and she began to stand up and smooth down the few wrinkles on her jean skirt. Chi Chi reached over and softly grabbed her by the wrist.

“Hmm?” Bulma looked over her shoulder at her and did everything she could to stop herself from smiling. Chi Chi didn’t say anything in response, instead, she let go of her yukata and used both hands to gently lead Bulma back onto the bed.
“Did you figure out what you want?” She asked as she knelt on the bed on one knee. Chi Chi dropped her head and nodded obediently.
“Well, what is it?” Bulma asked. Even though she had always admired Chi Chi, it was no secret that the two women were in constant competition, just like their thick-headed husbands. And at that very moment, all Bulma wanted was for Chi Chi to admit defeat and give into the trap she had laid out for her. Sadly for Bulma, her friend kept her pride in mind as she pulled Bulma onto the bed, making her lose her balance and fall over her body.
“Are you going to tell me?” Bulma persisted, but Chi Chi shook her head.

“I’ll...” she hesitated, “I’ll show you.” She finally said as she kissed Bulma’s hand and used one of her own hands to open her yukata fully, exposing both her breasts. Bulma smiled and focused on her breathing, which lifted her breasts and then gently set them down again. Her nipples were hard to the point of ache, but Chi Chi didn’t seem to mind. After kissing Bulma’s hand a few times, Chi Chi guided it using her own hand. She tenderly used Bulma’s fingers to graze her nipples, causing herself to whimper. But she had bigger goals in mind and continued to lead Bulma’s hand down. Gingerly, she slid Bulma’s hand into her underwear and bit her lip with embarrassment.
“There...” she said, her voice trailing off as Bulma began to caress her folds with her middle finger.

“Here?” She asked teasingly as she parted her lips and ran her finger from her clit to her opening and back up again.

“Yes!” Chi Chi nearly cried before Bulma decided to take pity and slide her middle finger into her.

“You weren’t kidding when you said Goku pays little attention to you, were you?” Bulma asked as she noticed how tight Chi Chi’s entrance was.
“Poor thing.” She said as she kissed Chi Chi’s forehead tenderly and began fingering her softly and then madly, causing her to cry out with pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” She teased with a smirk.

Chi Chi nodded shyly and bit her lip. Her hands wrapped around Bulma’s neck and brought her down for a tender kiss that left them both moaning softly.
“Deeper...” Chi Chi demanded with her eyes closed, afraid to see Bulma’s reaction.

“Sure.” Bulma replied as she inserted yet another finger into her companion’s tight vagina and pushed it in as far as it could physically go. Chi Chi arched her back with pleasure, her breath ragged and loud as Bulma pumped her fingers in and out of her. She felt her own need start to mount, but she had to make Chi Chi cum in order to keep her pride intact. After a few more minutes of fingering, Chi Chi’s nails scraped down the back of Bulma’s mauve silk blouse, leaving tiny indentations in the fabric wherever they dragged.

Chi Chi’s body began to stiffen up.
“I’m... I’m...” She couldn’t even speak she was so out of breath. Her hips raised more and more, keeping up with Bulma’s pace perfectly in sync when all of a sudden her hips began to shiver violently, picking up an erratic pace. Her face tightened up, her brow scrunching up into what seemed like an angry expression as she moaned loudly and panted as loudly as her lungs let her. Bulma chuckled sadistically under her breath as she felt Chi Chi’s juices coat her tired fingers. She slowed down her pace until Chi Chi finally relaxed and her back touched the bed once more. Still smiling, Bulma bent down a little and kissed her forehead.

Bulma stood still for what seemed an eternity, just cherishing the look on Chi Chi’s face. Feeling her stare, she opened her eyes and looked up to see Bulma’s eyes smiling softly down at her.
“That was definitely better than the way Goku does it.” She blushed and giggled silently.

“I’m glad,” Bulma replied as she laid her head on Chi Chi’s chest and closed her eyes.

“What are you doing?” Chi Chi asked as she looked down, smiling at the sight of Bulma’s face buried between her breasts.

“Just resting,” she replied. “I haven’t really had a say in the bedroom for years now, I’m enjoying the moment.”

Smiling sheepishly, Chi Chi bit her lip and forced Bulma’s head off her chest and aimed her eyes towards her own.
“Do you think you’re done?” She asked coyly.

“You want more?” Bulma asked, almost shocked. Chi Chi’s orgasm had been so powerful that she thought she’d been satisfied.

“I want you.” Chi Chi said as she rolled over on top of Bulma and straddled her knees, her yukata fully open, exposing her breasts and her panties which were soaking wet.
“You didn’t think I was just going to let you satisfy me and then leave you, did you?” She asked as she gently caressed the inside of Bulma’s thighs.

Bulma didn’t know what to make of what was happening. Seeing Chi Chi in such a dominant position made her think that she’d just be another Vegeta, doing what she wanted, how she wanted it, with plain disregard towards Bulma’s feelings. But, to her surprise, Chi Chi’s touch was gentle, soothing, and caring. Her hands petted the inside of her thighs and then worked their way to the outside, sliding up past her hips, ticking the sides of her breasts, and stopping at her neck.

“Don’t worry.” Chi Chi said softly as she arched her neck back and let her dark hair fall behind her shoulders. She looked down at Bulma, “I’ll go slowly.”

At this, Bulma turned a deep shade of scarlet. Her eyes fixed on Chi Chi’s smile, the traces of her ruby red lipstick still clinging to some parts of her lips like a painful memory. Bulma pursed her lips and nodded, not knowing what to do, what to expect.

Having had such a gentle husband, if there was anything Chi Chi knew, it was how to be gentle to her lover. She used all her fingers to unbutton the front of Bulma’s silk blouse, and, with one hand, she parted it completely open, exposing a sexy white lace bra.
“Expecting something from Vegeta?” She laughed.

“More like hoping.” Bulma admitted as she looked down and watched as Chi Chi tenderly undid the clasp at the front of her bra. The natural weight of her breasts nearly snapped the bra open, sending each half towards one side of her body, but instead, the two halves snapped immediately and each half crawled lazily towards its respective breasts, leaving all but the nipples exposed.

“You’re even a passive tease,” Chi Chi smirked as she bent down and used her teeth to move the bra away and expose her tender breasts and erect nipples. Bulma laid her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes. She liked being surprised. Without hesitation, Chi Chi licked Bulma’s bottom lip teasingly and then bit the side of her neck, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Bulma’s body but before she could complain, Chi Chi kissed the sore spot lovingly, almost apologetically.
“I’ll be gentle... sort of.” She said as she moved her lips to her collar bone and softly nibbled the skin. Bulma’s lips parted partly and a choked moan escaped her. It was almost as if she knew all her weak spots, but how? With the same gentle touch that she had used on the collar bone, Chi Chi kissed her way down to Bulma’s breast, kissing the entire breast before taking her nipple into her mouth and hungrily licking the very tip of her nipple.

Every hair on Bulma’s body seemed to stand up. The tension below her waist was becoming all too great and the gut wrenching ache at the pit of her stomach seemed to worsen. However, the sensations she was feeling in her chest echoed through her nerves and concentrated themselves on her aching clit, forcing it to throb involuntarily. Bulma closed her mouth and kept her lips pursed for fear of making too much noise. Chi Chi seemed amused by Bulma’s reservations and made it a personal goal of hers to make Bulma scream, just as she had done to her moments before. In the end, although they both complained about it, they were just as competitive as their husbands, if not worse.

Chi Chi used her lips to gingerly pinch Bulma’s nipple and then suck it until Bulma whimpered through her attempt to remain silent. Chi Chi smiled and licked the nipple once before moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment. By now, Bulma’s breathing had become erratic and her hips were starting to instinctively grind against her lovers’. Giggling into Bulma’s nipple, Chi Chi rearranged her legs so that her cotton panties would rub against Bulma’s laced ones.
“Please yourself,” she said as she reached up and pushed Bulma’s hair behind her ears. That was her way of asserting dominance, even if she was being gentle. Bulma had humiliated her, and now it was her turn to return the favor. Smiling, she sat upright and began to slowly ride Bulma, caressing her own breasts through the open yukata, teasing her. Opening her eyes and looking up, Bulma couldn’t bear the sight. She knew Chi Chi had a dominant, vindictive personality, but she didn’t know how truly bad it was.

“What?” She asked as some of her hair blocked her view of Chi Chi.

“Please yourself.” She repeated and continued to grind up on her, smiling. Bulma was more than hesitant, her pride was on the line, and, feeling somewhat like Vegeta, she wasn’t about to let her pride be destroyed.

“You mean please us both.” She replied as she pushed her hair out of her face, grabbed Chi Chi’s hips and began to grind her hips onto her own, creating a steady rhythm.

“Sure,” she conceded. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself in order to give in,” she smirked and poised a hand on Bulma’s lower stomach in order to steady herself as her hips bucked.

Growling softly, Bulma gave in and accepted her fate. She grinded her hips against Chi Chi’s, watching as her small breasts bounced in unison to their faithful rhythm. The heat from their hungry entrances seemed to multiply as they picked up the pace and Bulma could barely keep her moans under control. The strong urge in her clit seemed to be insatiable and the more they rubbed, the worse it got. Crying out from both pleasure and frustration, Bulma caressed her own breasts, pinching her nipples mercilessly the way Vegeta would do when they were together.

“Cum for me,” Chi Chi ordered sweetly as she felt Bulma grow quiet and watched her hold her breath, bracing herself for what was coming. Bulma’s fingers stood still on her nipples, pinching them hard, but her hips kept bucking at an uncontrollable rate. She was in such a trance that she had no comeback for Chi Chi, only choked, muffled moans through her lips.
“That’s it,” Chi Chi said as Bulma’s hands stretched out and grabbed onto her hips, pressing them deeply into hers.
“Use me to get it all out.” She smirked maniacally as she purposely rubbed herself over Bulma’s tender clitoris. In a few seconds it was all over. Bulma’s stomach began to shake as her toes dug themselves into the covers of the bed and her back arched off the bed altogether. Her silent moans turned into wild screams as she put one arm over her face to bashfully hide her pleased expression after release. Chi Chi was satisfied with the outcome so she slowly slid off and laid beside Bulma, kissing her face and caressing her moist blue hair. With the gentlest of touches, she sat up and began to fix Bulma’s clothing. She untwisted the bra from under her body and snapped the latch shut, softly kissing both breasts over the lacy fabric.

“Wow...” That was all Bulma could say.

“That’s exactly what Goku says, except his attention span doesn’t allow for him to remember how good it was so the next time I try to seduce him I have to work hard to bait him all over again.” Chi Chi helped Bulma sit up on the bed and then promptly smoothed out her mauve shirt and snapped all the buttons shut. Smiling, Bulma stood up, her legs were still a little wobbly but she managed to stand upright and smooth out her skirt. Clearing her throat, she fixed the bed as best as she could and turned around while Chi Chi closed her yukata and walked over to the door to retrieve her obi and wrap it around her waist.

“Here...” Bulma said awkwardly as she handed Chi Chi her wooden geta and watched as she put it back on her foot.

“Thank you. You know, I feel bad about getting our shoes all over the bed.”

“It’s the guest bed.” Bulma said with a shrug. “No one ever uses it.” She walked up to the mirror on her dresser and fixed her blue hair, flattening out some parts with her hand, combing through others. She turned to offer Chi Chi the comb but she was already walking out of the room, putting her hair up in a bun as she started down the stairs. A brief sense of loneliness came over Bulma but she shrugged it off as quickly as it had come upon her.
“It was just something of the moment.” She said, regarding what had just happened between she and Chi Chi. After triple checking herself, she noticed her lipstick was gone. Vegeta would definitely be suspicious about that, or, would he even care at all? To make herself feel better, she walked into their bedroom and applied a new coat on, smacking her lips seductively as she put the lipstick back in her drawer. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the stairs behind Chi Chi, picking up the napkins from the kitchen and walking out into the lawn where no one, not even her own son, had noticed she was gone. She noticed Chi Chi walking up to Goku, already yelling as she stared at all the stains on his shirt but Goku looked too disgustingly full to care. Vegeta, on the other hand, was still at the grill, concentrating on flipping his burgers.
“I brought napkins.” Bulma said as she set them down next to him.

“Good, I was beginning to wonder where you were.” He replied coldly but with a small smile, barely visible to anyone else, but much too familiar to Bulma.

“Just inside,” she replied as she picked up one of the Styrofoam plates and waited for her husband’s burger frenzy to start once more.

“Try to keep up this time. I know you Earth women have absolutely no stamina, but at least make a conscious effort to not look like a complete imbecile in front of our guests.” Vegeta began assembling burgers and handing them to Bulma once more. Her hands moved like drones, just accepting the burgers and then reaching out for a new plate. Her glance fell to the grass and followed the emerald blades to the picnic tables where everyone was sitting. Yamcha was now in sight and he waved excitedly at Bulma as he took a sip of his drink. She smiled and looked down at the frantic movements her hands were making to let him know she was unable to wave back. She was glad that he was there but her gaze quickly left his direction to look at Chi Chi, who seemed more beautiful and elegant than ever, even though she was smacking Goku upside the head and dipping a napkin into a glass of water to rub on the collar of his shirt. Turning to look at Bulma, Goku smiled and gave her a thumb’s up.

“I hope Vegeta’s as good a lover as he is a cook!” He explained as Chi Chi wiped the crumbs and splotches of mustard and ketchup off his face.

“No, Kakerot!” Vegeta yelled over to him. “I’m most definitely a better lover than I am a cook. Isn’t that right, Bulma?” He asked sweetly to get her to agree.

At this, Chi Chi perked up her head and looked over, expectantly.
“Vegeta, shut up and try to keep up, will ya?” She laughed as she shook a plate in her hand, indicating he was slacking off on his burger duty. Chi Chi’s eyes met Bulma’s and she waved shyly and put her head down, blushing, but still maintaining eye contact while she cleaned up her husband. Bulma, in turned, winked and blushed at her right back.

“What are you waiting for?” Vegeta asked as he closed the grill and began pouring drinks into glasses.
“We have to distribute all of this so that I can sit down and have some goddamn peace of mind for at least a minute!” He picked up three glasses in each hand and started walking over to the guests, but Bulma’s gaze stood fixed on Chi Chi.
“Woman, are you coming?” He asked indignantly.

Bulma smirked and followed after him with some burgers in hand, “I’ve cum enough for one day,” she replied, laughing at Vegeta’s perplexed look.