Proof that I'm alive and working!

Hey guys, sorry it's taking so long to get the next chapter out. I won't bore you with IRL issues because everyone has them, but rather the reason is that I've had to rewrite and restart this thing multiple times. I want the best for you guys and I want this jenga-sudoku-crossword clusterfuck to stay stable and sane. I am slowly hacking away at it; getting short bursts of words out at a time seems to be the key lately. I think I've figured out a way through, but it will take some time and I shall do my best to finish this thing.

At the moment, the chapter stands at 4K words, and it looks like I may have to add a fourth chapter at the rate the story is going. Thinking about it now, I estimate that I might be able to finish this chapter soon if I end it after the current scene I'm writing, but I don't want to give a time frame as I will have to edit this thing when I finish it. Keep in mind that this is tentative and subject to change as I write this chapter.

Now, as promised, I will show you a little snippet to show what to expect.

“Aw, fuck me,” Rumble muttered.

He laid there for several more minutes, his body too tired to move. Once he recovered enough strength, Rumble sat up and looked around the room. Clothes littered the floor, furniture was knocked around, and Spoiled was sound asleep.

Running a hand over his head, Rumble grumbled out, “Shit. I need to clean this up before Diamond gets back.”

First things first, Rumble gently picked up Spoiled’s limp body and carried her up the stairs bridal style. Upon reaching the master bedroom, he laid her down on the bed and covered her body with the sheets. He immediately left and tried not to think about the content look on her face or how easy it would be to cop one last feel.

Next, he put back on his clothes and threw Spoiled’s clothes into the laundry. He made a note to run the machines if he got a chance. Finally, he got to work making the living room spotless, untouched, and not reeking of hot sex. By the time he was done, Rumble collapsed onto the couch in total exhaustion. A quick glance at a nearby clock told him it was well into the afternoon, so Diamond might be back in the next hour or so. Maybe he could get a quick nap in?

“I'm home!” Diamond called out from the foyer.

Or not.

Rumble tried to get up, but his body felt like a wet noodle for all the strength he had. He looked up to see his girlfriend strut into the room. When she saw him, she put on a concerned smile and spoke with a mocking tone.

“Aw, is my poor boyfriend all worn out from the big, bad, Mama Rich?”

“You have no idea,” Rumble groaned out.

“I think I do.” Diamond looked around the room. “Where is she, by the way? I thought she was going to watch over you?”

“She, uh… said she was tired and went to take a nap. Something about staying up late doing work,” Rumble said with the best poker face he could muster. He quickly changed the subject. “What about you? I thought you went shopping but you don’t have a lot of bags.”

Diamond shrugged. “There wasn’t really a good selection of clothes I didn’t have already. I only got what I needed.”

Rumble raised an eyebrow at the lack of bags she carried, but dismissed it. He didn’t have the strength to care at the moment.

“So what’d she make you do?” Diamond asked.

Rumble winced at the question and just stared at the ceiling. “Oh you know, moving furniture, running up and down the stairs and stuff. Lot’s of lower body work.” He felt a twinge in his gut for lying.

“I see. You stay there. I’ll get you a drink.”

“Thank you.”

Will Rumble make it out alive? Will DT find out? Will there ever be another sexy time again? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Rumble's Balls Z