Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.

Here are my very late submissions for the October 2017 Smutfest for the TPTH Tumbler Community. I'll be posting the edited version here as things escalate (This chapter is fine). The extra naughty, unedited bits, however will be found on my Archive of our Own (A03) account under the same pen name of Froglady15.

Enjoy!

Prompt 1: Soft Blushes

Bulma was getting ready for the get together she had planned. It had been ages since the Z fighters had all come together for some fun. It seemed the only time they really saw each other anymore was when there was a major crisis and on top of that, everyone was so busy training and getting ready for the androids arrival that they had all pretty much lost touch with each other over the past several months. She had decided a few weeks ago that she needed to take charge and plan a fun evening with everyone to take the pressure and overall doom and gloom cloud that had descended upon them all since the boy from the future had come to visit. What if all their training made no difference and this was the last time they would all be able to hang out leisurely together?

She dismissed those negative thoughts as she gave herself a once over, making sure she looked nothing less than perfect. So far as she knew, Yamcha would be attending tonight. They were on the outs again. Well, broken up would be a more accurate description if she thought about it. Again. She added mentally. They had gotten into a huge fight after Vegeta's accident in the gravity room. She had been extremely worried about Vegeta and that hadn't sat well with Yamcha in the least when he had noticed that she had not only spent every waking moment caring for him, but had spent a few nights in the infirmary watching over him as he slept; just in case he woke and needed anything.

Of course, nothing remotely inappropriate had transpired, but Yamcha had felt betrayed by her and he had been so upset and narrow minded and unable to see that his concerns we're unfounded, he had left her an ultimatum and she'd called him out on it. Bulma snorted and shook her head at herself in the mirror as she fussed over her hair some more. Cutting her hair and getting that perm had been the worst idea she had ever had.

Yamaha had accused her of sleeping with Vegeta. That charge still hurt her, even though it hadn't been true. The man was bedridden and could barely walk, never mind fuck! But Yamcha refused to even listen to any other explanation from her. He had told her that either she have her parents take charge in looking after Vegeta while he was in recovery or he would leave her.

She questioned herself on her choice several times over the last few weeks. She had told Yamcha to take a hike, essentially choosing Vegeta over her long time boyfriend. She didn't question why she had made that choice, but she did question why it had been such a quick and easy choice to make. The words had barely been out of Yamcha's mouth and she had already made up her mind there and then, on the spot. They'd been together for years! Shouldn't that have been a difficult choice for her to make?

It should have, she agreed and was now convinced she had made the right choice. Bulma and Yamcha had grown apart in the time he had been dead. Sure it had only been a year, but she had learned quite a bit about herself in that time. Namely, she didn't need a man in her life to feel complete. She was an intelligent, bright and independent woman. She hadn't been single since she'd been 16 and that was when they'd gotten together. She hadn't really known who she was at that time. She didn't love Yamcha any less when he had been revived, but she found she couldn't go back to the way things had been before he'd died.

Bulma knew it wasn't completely fair to Yamcha. He had been happy to simply pick up where they had left off and resume things as normal and at first she'd thought that was what she'd wanted as well until a few weeks later when she started feeling stifled by him.

It annoyed her. She wanted her space. She didn't feel the need to do absolutely everything with him or feel the need to ask for permission to do things on her own. Before his death it hadn't bothered her to be attached at the hip to him, but after her adventures in space and on Namek, she'd realized she'd missed that independent streak she had and somehow lost when they'd started dating.

Now to go back to that had been very difficult for her. Sure Yamcha hadn't meant any harm in slipping back to their old routine, but as time went on, she found herself starting to resent him and her offering Vegeta to come live with her had been the beginning of the end for them.

Tonight, she hoped Yamcha would come. She had no interest in making up with him and going back to the way things were, but she wanted him to see what he was missing. She made sure she looked nothing less than stunning.

She knew it was wishful thinking on her part, but she hoped Vegeta would make an appearance as well. If he did, she decided she would make every effort to flirt with him in front of Yamcha.

Since the Gravity Room incident, she'd found it very entertaining to flirt with Vegeta. He actually could be funny when he tried, if one could tolerate his very dry sense of humour. She loved it and she found she loved finding any excuse to spend time with him whether it be instigating a verbal sparring match or if she needed to do any repairs on the gravity room.

As she finished her makeup, she realized she was blushing softly as she dwelled on Vegeta and their flirtatious and sometimes border on inappropriate banter that seemed to have become a part of their daily routine that she looked forward to.

Yes, she was looking forward to this evening. It should be interesting.

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