A/N: Oh, man. This is so bad. Not necessarily the quality of the writing, but the idea is so bad. Inspired by a stupid damn picture floating around Tumblr… well, if you've seen it, you'll get it. It's different than my usual little stories. It's not cutesy or anything… But if you have any respect for Yamcha, or the Yambul pairing, I wouldn't recommend reading it! Ahahaha x.x


With one final suck, Vegeta's abdomen tensed and his hips lifted off the couch, forcing his length to the back of Bulma's throat as he reached his climax. Bulma held still, swallowing every drop of the warm, sticky substance before pulling off with a quiet 'pop' and sitting back on her legs, gently wiping her hand across her mouth to remove any residue. She looked up at the Saiyan who was still seated on the couch, giving him an impish smile as he tucked himself back into his pants.

"My turn," She hummed as she stood from her place between his legs.

Vegeta sat forward, reaching for her hips when he paused, tilting his head to the side as he sensed something she couldn't. He stood, meeting her confused expression with a grimace as he said, "That will have to wait until later. The weakling will be here any moment."

Bulma pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck in an unusually clingy gesture. She didn't want to deal with Yamcha, she wanted Vegeta to carry her upstairs and ravage her like he was so good at doing. Still, she knew she should take the opportunity to officially break up with the scar-faced warrior so she and Vegeta wouldn't have to be so secretive about their "relationship", or whatever it was, anymore.

"You better come by my room later and finish what we started!"

Vegeta's mouth twitched slightly with a hint of a smirk before he pulled away. Bulma's eyes followed him as he began leaving the room, when the front door suddenly swung open and Yamcha, her still-sort-of-boyfriend appeared. He instantly flashed his blue-haired girlfriend a smile and greeted her, "Hey, B!"

He then glanced at the Saiyan who stood several feet away, seemingly paused in the doorway leading to the hall.

"Vegeta," Yamcha greeted in a less-friendly tone.

The prince barely gave him a glance in reply and Yamcha rolled his eyes as he strode over to Bulma, leaning down to give her a kiss. Before she had a chance to react, his lips were on hers and the heiress gave a squeal of surprise, trying to push him away.

"What's the matter? I missed you!" Yamcha gave a confused sort of chuckle as he pulled away, wondering why she was acting so strange. Public displays of affection had never bothered her before.

"I forgot to brush my teeth this morning!" Bulma lied and gave a nervous laugh of her own, before meeting the Saiyan's eyes across the room, causing her cheeks to flush red.

Yamcha spared a glance at Vegeta as well. The Saiyan stood with his arms crossed, simply observing the two lovers, and the desert-bandit couldn't help but notice the smug smirk he was wearing. Bulma cleared her throat and said, "We'll talk more about the GR upgrades later, Vegeta."

The prince's smirk grew into a curiously amused grin before he turned and left the room. Yamcha glared after him before throwing an arm around his girlfriend and saying, "Man, that guy is such a creep!"

Bulma cringed internally, resisting the urge to facepalm.


A/N: Did you cringe with Bulma? I think I did too. Bahaha... The next thing I write will be sweet and cute and will make up for this, I promise :P