DBZ - Erotica by GokusBulmaChan
~*Bulma and Yamcha*~ "LateNight With Bulma Briefs"
Chapter One-"Bring Me To Life"
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ and I never will. That belongs to Akira Toriyama. ^_^
-Yamcha and Bulma affair. Not many people have done one of these. I thought they should at least have an erotic sex life. :P
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A storm had rolled in earlier that day, bringing a water-soaked, cranky Bulma Briefs across the mighty desert bandit, Yamcha's, house. She briskly tapped on the wooden door, crossing her arms across her chest to keep warm against the chilly breeze. A tall, handsome, spikey black-haired, muscular man answered the door. "Bulma?! Hey! What brings you around here?" Suprised at this random and rare visit from his ex-girlfriend, Yamcha scurried around his domain attempting to clean it up just a bit for the beautiful billionair. The teal haired princess faked a quick smile as she made herself at home. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" was expected from a well-mannered young lady, but Bulma knew Yamcha would go to the end of the Universe for her, so she simply took-over the house and invited herself to the bathroom. As she entered the shabby little toilet, she managed to leave the door cracked just a bit... as to allow a certain someone a peep. Sighing a bit as he rolled his eyes, Yamcha ventured towards the bathroom door to gather his dirty clothes that coveered the nearby floor. As he reached down to pick up his black and red dragonball boxers, his eyes wandered to the door crack and spotted an undressing Bulma. His heart about stopped suddenly, but without making a sound, the desert bandit slip a bit closer to the sliding door. He made a quick check for Puar's floating cat body. No sign of her. *whew* Yamcha sighed in relief. He had Capsule Corp.'s genius right where he wanted her. Well... almost, anyway. Taking in a breath of courage, Yamcha crept into the well-lit bathroom, sneaking in behind the unsuspecting Ms. Briefs. She was standing there in all her perfection, gliding her slender fingers through her long teal mane in front of the full length mirror, naked. Yamcha felt the reoccuring feeling run down his spine. It happened every single time he even thought about the beautiful girl. Having her standing there before him undressed made it hard to control. Moments later, he couldn't help himself. He had to have her, right then and there. He slid his large, warm hands around her petite twenty-four inch waist, pressing himself against her rear, "Bulma..." At the touch of his hand, the princess wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away... she always liked being with him before. Why should this time be different? She let her unconcious speak though, "!!!! YAMCHA!! WHAT THE %&@! ARE YOU THINKING!!!" WIth a sweatdrop and a severely injured ego, Yamcha fell flat on his ass in shock, knocing his head into the door. The entire scene was entirely too anime. "I.. I... I'm sorry... I couldn't control myself..." Bulma snarled, red, raising the mallet that came out of nowhere above the poor mans head, "but you're so beautiful, standing there like that." Bulma couldn't kill him after such a sweet, and honest, remark. She smiled and helped him up, "Awwe... that's so sweet!" and simply gave him a kiss on the lips. If she only knew where that single kiss would take her. Maybe she'd take it back... or then again... maybe not.
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TBC! hahahaha!! *smiles evily* I hope ya'll like what I have so far. My best friend, Yamcha, is helping me with ideas for this one. Tell me what you think!! I'm gonna add more chapters, don't worry. R/R!!! -Bulma
~*Bulma and Yamcha*~ "LateNight With Bulma Briefs"
Chapter One-"Bring Me To Life"
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ and I never will. That belongs to Akira Toriyama. ^_^
-Yamcha and Bulma affair. Not many people have done one of these. I thought they should at least have an erotic sex life. :P
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A storm had rolled in earlier that day, bringing a water-soaked, cranky Bulma Briefs across the mighty desert bandit, Yamcha's, house. She briskly tapped on the wooden door, crossing her arms across her chest to keep warm against the chilly breeze. A tall, handsome, spikey black-haired, muscular man answered the door. "Bulma?! Hey! What brings you around here?" Suprised at this random and rare visit from his ex-girlfriend, Yamcha scurried around his domain attempting to clean it up just a bit for the beautiful billionair. The teal haired princess faked a quick smile as she made herself at home. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" was expected from a well-mannered young lady, but Bulma knew Yamcha would go to the end of the Universe for her, so she simply took-over the house and invited herself to the bathroom. As she entered the shabby little toilet, she managed to leave the door cracked just a bit... as to allow a certain someone a peep. Sighing a bit as he rolled his eyes, Yamcha ventured towards the bathroom door to gather his dirty clothes that coveered the nearby floor. As he reached down to pick up his black and red dragonball boxers, his eyes wandered to the door crack and spotted an undressing Bulma. His heart about stopped suddenly, but without making a sound, the desert bandit slip a bit closer to the sliding door. He made a quick check for Puar's floating cat body. No sign of her. *whew* Yamcha sighed in relief. He had Capsule Corp.'s genius right where he wanted her. Well... almost, anyway. Taking in a breath of courage, Yamcha crept into the well-lit bathroom, sneaking in behind the unsuspecting Ms. Briefs. She was standing there in all her perfection, gliding her slender fingers through her long teal mane in front of the full length mirror, naked. Yamcha felt the reoccuring feeling run down his spine. It happened every single time he even thought about the beautiful girl. Having her standing there before him undressed made it hard to control. Moments later, he couldn't help himself. He had to have her, right then and there. He slid his large, warm hands around her petite twenty-four inch waist, pressing himself against her rear, "Bulma..." At the touch of his hand, the princess wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away... she always liked being with him before. Why should this time be different? She let her unconcious speak though, "!!!! YAMCHA!! WHAT THE %&@! ARE YOU THINKING!!!" WIth a sweatdrop and a severely injured ego, Yamcha fell flat on his ass in shock, knocing his head into the door. The entire scene was entirely too anime. "I.. I... I'm sorry... I couldn't control myself..." Bulma snarled, red, raising the mallet that came out of nowhere above the poor mans head, "but you're so beautiful, standing there like that." Bulma couldn't kill him after such a sweet, and honest, remark. She smiled and helped him up, "Awwe... that's so sweet!" and simply gave him a kiss on the lips. If she only knew where that single kiss would take her. Maybe she'd take it back... or then again... maybe not.
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TBC! hahahaha!! *smiles evily* I hope ya'll like what I have so far. My best friend, Yamcha, is helping me with ideas for this one. Tell me what you think!! I'm gonna add more chapters, don't worry. R/R!!! -Bulma