| Communication Breakdown Chapter 4 |
| Author: Valeyard Rating: R Disclaimer: She doesn't own, so don't even bother. |
| Bulma spent the rest of the day ensconced in working on her latest invention. She had a light dinner, then breezed out the door to a prospective investors meeting. She loved power dinners. Everyone knew who Bulma Briefs was and accorded her the proper respect. 'Not like Yamcha or Vegeta! ' She thought to herself. "Ms. Briefs," Mr. Yakamoto began. "We are very aware of your record of innovations as well as marketing. But how do we know the public will be interested in your invention?" "Gentlemen." Bulma looked with deference toward Yakamoto. "Mr. Yakamoto. This invention will revolutionize air safety. Imagine! A plane is going down. Whether the pilot has control of the plane or not, it doesn't matter. The moment my device detects a rapid rate of descent, it releases the contents of this small capsule, which instantly envelopes the plane." Bulma clicked on the VCR. It started playing a demonstration of Bulma's new invention. A commercial jet went into a sudden dive. There was an explosion and a foamy substance enveloped the plane. It hardened, with contact to the air, into a spongy but solid material which covered the plane completely. The plane went into a flat spin, landing on its back. It skidded across the tarmac, slamming into a small building beside the runway. A moment later, rescue workers with chain saws, cut open the sheath. The pilot and copilot walked out, both looking very unhurt. "Impressive!" Mr. Akira enthused. "But I still see potential problems." "Huh?" Bulma turned sharply toward Mr. Akira. "What sort of problems?" "It looks to me," Mr. Akira noted, "like the foam completely envelopes the plane. This protects it upon crashing, but I see no way for those inside to get air, while encased in that foam. What if the plane were on fire? Everyone could be dead before they hit the ground. Plus, it looks to me like they need assistance to get out of that casing. What if they crashed somewhere remote and they suffocated waiting for rescue assistance?" Mr. Akira removed his glasses, giving Bulma a very serious look. "Further, what are the safety tolerances of such a material? It looks as if the material would hinder normal flight. What if the plane were not in trouble, but simply experiencing wind shear? Or the material enveloped a plane that was damaged, but could land safely. Or even worse caused the plane to plummet from too high a height? Even this material must have its limit on how much it can protect a plane if falling from say 10,000 feet!" Bulma was caught off guard at this. 'Damn! He was right!' The stuff did protect a plane in a crash but it was tough as nails and hard to remove from the inside without cutting through the hull of the plane. And what about air? Why hadn't she seen these problems before? 'Damn you Vegeta and Yamcha. You two have been so screwing with my mind for the last few weeks, you leave me going to a meeting unprepared. I should have seen all this!' "Gentlemen." Bulma tried to reassure them while also trying to keep the redness of embarrassment out of her cheeks. "As with any new invention, there are always bugs to solve. But you can see the product works. If you invest with Capsule Corporation, you can rest assured, before we offer the product to the airlines, those problems will be solved. The goal is for this to be a life saving product. It will not go out to the public until we are sure that is exactly what it does. You have my word on that." Bulma hoped her little speech would have the desired effect. There was an air of murmuring. Some nodded their heads, others were shaking their heads. 'Boy!' She thought. 'This is going to be one hard sell!' Bulma shifted gears as she drove forcefully through the traffic. 'Only two investors! Five there and only two invested! Dammit, they should have all invested! If I hadn't been so distracted between Yamcha breaking my heart and Vegeta just being Vegeta, I might have seen this coming! Vegeta and Yamcha! Damn them both!' She down shifted again, just to hear the car growl and raced her way toward home. The Capsule Corporation was dark when she got home. She knew Mom and Dad would have already retired. Vegeta would be sprawled in his dusty storeroom. The whole place was dark and quiet and Bulma was grateful for that. All she wanted was a hot shower and bed. She took off her shoes so her pumps would not be heard clattering on the floor as she took the stairs straight up to her bedroom. Bulma pushed open her bedroom door and sighed. 'Oh man was bed going to feel so good. Maybe I will skip the shower!' She removed her blouse. The first thing she couldn't wait to get off at the end of the day. 'Eighteen hour bra my ass!' She was reaching back to undo the hooks when something she caught out of the corner of her eye finally registered in her mind. She turned violently around. There in the corner of the room, gleaming in the moonlight were Vegeta's pristine, white boots. 'What the hell are they doing here?' She started looking wildly around the room, when noticing what looked like Vegeta's clothes tossed on a chair in the corner by the boots. 'Oh fuck! What the hell is this?' Bulma thought. 'Something isn't right about this.' Bulma told herself. Panic set in and she started to feel like a trapped animal. She was about to back out of the room, when she heard a familiar growl from right behind her, and a hand clapped down on her shoulder. Bulma yelped in terror spinning around. Vegeta was standing there. The first thing she noticed in complete dread was he was completely naked Vegeta chuckled evilly. "I see you are still playing games. Maybe you like lessons. Making me wait like that, after you agreed to this." Bulma backed up in open terror. 'Agreed?' She thought. Bulma looked at the smile Vegeta had on his face. It was the same smile he had earlier when Bulma ate that bit of sandwich he offered. 'Geeze Louise! Was that some sort of Saiya-jin come on? Oh my God, and I ate it! No wondered he smiled so evilly. How the hell am I going to get myself out of this one?' She backed up a little more but, Vegeta clamped down a hand on each shoulder and pulled her to him. "You needn't be afraid." He whispered wickedly to her. "I won't hurt you. I'm only a little annoyed at you for making me wait so long. It only makes my anticipation all the better." He chuckled evilly as he clamped a kiss on her. Bulma's mind locked up. 'Oh man, he has to be a good kisser, too! Now, how am I supposed to tell him to leave?' Vegeta's kiss deepened, then he ran his mouth over her face. He searched over the side of her head, licking her ear, biting her earlobe, before he started running his tongue over her neck. Bulma did a quick inhale as she fell against Vegeta, suddenly losing strength in her knees. Vegeta chuckled low in his throat. "Oh, I see we like that." He said as he pulled her up to him, running his tongue over her throat again. "Vegeta . . ." she started to say, but whatever she was going to say was driven out by his searching tongue. 'Is this rape?' She screamed in her mind. 'He thinks I am willing!' Some strange part of her felt sorry for Vegeta. He looked so happy! Okay, really evil happy, but it was the happiest she had ever seen him. 'How can I tell him, I didn't agree to this? How do I get myself in such messes?' Vegeta's tongue hit that spot again and Bulma let out a gasp as this time, her legs totally gave out on her. Vegeta smiled wickedly as he scooped her up and placed her on the bed. He reached a hand inside her still clasped bra kneading her breast. Bulma cried out, arching her back, little heeding that was the moment she went from hesitant to more than willing. Vegeta took his time. He rolled her over on her stomach, removing all her clothing in record time. He lay on top of her, effectively pinning her under him. 'Vegeta is much heavier than he looks!' She thought. 'Must be all that training, building up his muscle mass.' All she knew was, he had her right where he wanted her and there was no getting away. He alternated between licks and bites on the back and sides of her throat, offered with occasional growls in her ear. Bulma heard him growl something about her being "his prey." She wanted to get mad, but then he nibbled on the back of her neck again and she knew he was right. She managed to look at her alarm clock from the corner of her eye. 'One hour! He had been at this one hour! That was taking foreplay to the art of torture!' She thought she would go mad. She went from whimpering to begging, but there was no letting up with Vegeta. Vegeta rolled to his side pulling her up against him. He wrapped an arm around her to take hold of one breast. He placed his hand in her sweet spot. Kneading with both hands, he continued licking at her neck, while Bulma went from moaning to screaming anything that came into her head. Bulma managed to look at the clock again. 'An hour and a half?' She was lucky if she got 10 minutes of foreplay from Yamcha. 'This just isn't possible!' Her numbed mind thought. "I'm not Saiya-jin, you're going to kill me!" It took a couple seconds for Bulma to register she had screamed that out loud. Vegeta chuckled darkly and released her. He propped himself up on his arm and smirked at her. "Are you my prey?" Bulma lay there, panting in frustration. After being literally played with like a toy for almost two hours she was in no mood for Vegeta to stop or play some game. She wanted it and him now! "Like hell I am!" Bulma cried this while springing from where she lay to jump on top of him. Vegeta put up his hands in protest. Bulma was surprised by this. He could easily throw her off but he made no attempt. 'So, the foreplay got to you just as much as it did me!' She thought with her own brand of arrogance. She mounted him, crying out as she did. She was so worked up it seemed to take an unusually long time to get to her goal. She practically jumped up and down on him, screaming as she did. Vegeta was screaming out something she couldn't hear, she was totally out of control, and it felt so good. They both reached climax at the same time, each screaming into the other as they did. Bulma gasped falling on Vegeta, totally exhausted. Vegeta pushed her off, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, immediately getting up. Before she could say anything, he turned to leave the room, cursing under his breath about games. "Vegeta?" Bulma started, not understanding Vegeta's anger. Vegeta stood there, soaked in sweat, his body gleaming in the moonlight. As Bulma rose to go toward him, Vegeta turned toward her, slamming his fist into the wall, leaving a large indent the size of his fist. He glared at her, daring her to say one word. He grabbed his clothes and stalked out slamming the door as he left. Bulma sat back on the bed, feeling totally overwhelmed. She came in the room, not expecting a thing. The next thing she knew she had Vegeta in the palm of her hand and she was in his. Now he seemed to hate her even more than before? 'I thought he liked me!' Bulma started to cry. 'I knew he was cruel, but there was no reason to do this!' She felt absolutely destroyed. 'Why would he do this? Because, I told Yamcha we were having an affair. Because, I used him?' Bulma wanted to go after him, to find out why he was so upset. She looked at the hole in her wall, and thought better of it. Vegeta had made it clear he did not want to talk. She went from feeling better than she ever had in her life to feeling worse than she ever had. 'The Son of a Bitch! What gives him the right to do something like this?' "And all because I ate a sandwich?" She cried to herself. She fell into unconsciousness, tears still staining her cheeks. Vegeta was feeling the same way, but, typical for Vegeta, he reacted very differently. He wanted to kill the world. He wanted to see all life extinguished on her pitiful planet. He wanted to hear their screams. He imagined them screaming as he slammed his fists in the training room, but having already destroyed one training room, decided better of it. He went out into the wilderness and made several molehills out of what had been mountains. No energy attacks. He used only his bare hands. He caused several stampedes of terrified animals, which Vegeta urged on by shooting over their heads. He toyed with killing them just for fun, but decided that was too easy and went back to taking out his fury on another mountain. 'That bitch! She thinks she's so clever! I open my heart to her and she throws it back in my face! I, who had whole worlds, galaxies tremble in fear of me and she uses me like a plaything! She has to die! Her whole family has to die! I will kill her mother and father before her eyes, and then kill her!' He grabbed another chunk of mountain envisioning it was Bulma and crushed it in his grasp. Punch after punch, into the shear rock face left behind, but nothing made him feel better. He finally rested his throbbing forehead against what was left of the cool rock, fighting the tears that were coming to his eyes. He could not do it! He had killed more people than 100 times as lived on this forsaken rock and he could not kill one girl. She had conquered him, and he hated her for that. Hated her and needed her. 'Damn her to hell!' He screamed in his mind. Vegeta looked up from the rock, determination set in his eyes. 'She will be mine! No one accepts an offer from the Prince of all Saiya-jin and throws it back in his face like it was some joke! She made a bargain and she will live by it.' He told himself, as he laughed bitterly. 'She can play her games all she likes, but whether she is willing or no, she will be mine.' "And I will kill anyone that gets in the way!" Vegeta screamed this out for no one to hear, as the rest of the rock face suffered under his wrath. |