Compromise

Rising Tensions

The tension eased between Bulma and Vegeta reasonably quickly. Enough for Vegeta to fuck his way back into sleeping in their bed again.

"What are you doing?" Vegeta had barely just finished making her come, when she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

She opened up Pod, a CC owned dating app, "I wanted to show you some prospects." She said, patting the spot next to her at the top of the bed.

Right now? He hadn't even wiped her come off his chin. He resigned, lying next to her and taking her phone. She had over twenty new messages in her inbox.

"Who's Lingerie33?"

"That's me." She said.

"You're not 33."

"So?"

Vegeta scrolled through the messages, deleting them based on their looks, their profiles and how they had started their conversations. He narrowed it down to about three people.

"Okay, there's DoctorDaddy728. He's in the medical field and he has a decent profile." Vegeta explained, swiping though the guys images, "Also his first message was lame, but better than a simple 'hey'."

"What did he say?"

"Some crap about letting you see his PhD."

Bulma groaned and giggled into Vegeta's shoulder.

"Then there's Soya. 42, apparently a physical trainer, likes to hike and work out. Losing his hair."

"Hmm, yeah." Bulma smiled at the photos, "Maybe?"

"And then, there's Denim755. He's a model and younger." Vegeta said with a skeptical smile, "If he's a real person, that is."

"Oh, he's really pretty." She said, and then after a moment of pondering, "Okay, I'll message them all!"

Vegeta snorted and let her take her phone back. "You had any thoughts about what you want?" Bulma asked, her thumbs tapping away.

"Nope." He replied, looking up at the ceiling, "I told you my requirements. Maybe that gym rat will whip you into shape."

"Okay, but I don't want you to get jealous." Bulma said, and then her phone beeped. "Denim755 wants to get to know me." She announced with a giggle and then gasped, "He's only 2 years older than Gohan!"

Vegeta turned on his side to watch the exchange. "Sounds like a time waster. Ask for a selfie."

Goku pushed his turnip mash around his plate, listening to Gohan update his mother on his latest research project. Usually in these boring moments, he'd make faces at Pan across the table, or share an eye roll with an equally bored Videl, but something was on his mind.

Contrary to popular belief, Goku had complex thoughts and emotions. The traumatic brain injury hadn't made him a complet idiot, it only really altered his personality. He was smart enough to strategize in a fight, to be spontaneous, and to save the world a few times doing so.

Sure he loved the simple things in life - napping by the river with a fishing line set up, bathing in the tub, fighting someone... and his super fast metabolism made him appreciate food a bit too much.

He could tell when people made fun of him, too, or thought he was a simpleton. Sometimes, he even made jokes or tried to be sarcastic. Sometimes his quips fell flat. He loved a good pun. He loved playing with his kids and joking around with them.

Son Goku was not stupid, and sometimes he thought too much. Like right now.

Bulma wanted to open her marriage.