A Day for Young Lovers
Bulma and Yaumcha held hands as they walked. They had no destination, really. After eating breakfast at the first suitable looking place they found, they had started walking.
Yaumcha, ever in love, was content to enjoy the beautiful day with his soul mate. Today was their day, a day for young lovers.
Bulma, on the other hand, was plotting a way to get the goods that she required from Yaumcha.
"Umm, Yaumcha, lets sit down for a little," she said. "I wanna talk with you."
"All right." He said, leading her over to the nearest bench. They sat down with no room between them. Bulma prepared herself for a scene of exceptional acting on her part.
She allowed herself to look a little troubled. Yaumcha saw her face and put an arm around her back. Bulma rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yaumcha, I don't want to push you away." she trailed off.
"What, Bulma? What is it?"
"Nor do I want to force myself upon you. I, I think that I'm in love with you, Yaumcha." She said, pretending to look bashfully at the ground. "If I bothers you, if you want to leave, I, I'd understand," she said, letting emotion crawl into her voice.
Yaumcha put his hand on Bulma's cheek and moved it so that they looked each other in the eyes. Yaumcha smiled and said,
"Bulma, never has there been a happier man than I, for I find myself irreversibly in love with you!" He smiled and they both shed a few tears.
"Do you really mean it?" Bulma asked. "I knew right when you walked in yesterday, only you could pull me out of my slump. I was so upset, I felt so alone."
"Bulma, listen to me. I love you. You are not alone, and you will never be alone. I'm always going to be with you!"
"And when you were inside of me, I felt complete! I had never experienced such emotions before!" Bulma said softly, amazed at the soft blush that graced her silky cheeks. "You were my first, and I want you to be my only, Yaumcha! Oh, Yaumcha, please tell me that you'll be my only! My only one! I'll be yours and you'll be mine!"
I never knew that lies could flow so easily. Bulma thought.
"Bulma, the feelings you gave me last night were indescribable. Of course I'll be your only, and you'll be my only! I only want you, Bulma! Only you!" Yaumcha kissed Bulma, pulling her into his lap. She grabbed hold of his neck like a lifeline.
Yaumcha checked 'making out in a public park during the day' off his mental list of things to do.
Bulma plotted her next request. She looked for an opening to stop the kissing out but someone else beat her to it.
"Ugh! Get a room, you sickos!" Came the high-pitched voice of the captain of the varsity cheerleading squad, Marron. Bulma and Yaumcha separated, Bulma grinning rudely and Yaumcha grinning like an animal.
"Well, if it isn't Bulma and Yaumcha," Hercule said. "Wow, Bulma, if I'd know you were that prude, I wouldn't a dumped you!" Yaumcha stood up, ready to defend his lady's honor. Bulma could take care of herself, though.
She rolled her eyes and flicked Hercule off.
"Shut up, you bastard. I don't even know why we went on that date. And plus, aren't you and Marron here to do it? 'Cause everyone knows you're too cheap to buy a room and if you tried to do it at home, your mama would die! The poor lady doesn't even know your balls have dropped!" Yaumcha started laughing and Bulma flashed him a winning smile. She slipped an arm around his waist and they regarded the angered couple.
"Why you little bitch!" Marron screeched. "We try to be nice to you, sensitive to the fact that your father just died-"
Bulma cut her off with a slap. Marron hadn't even seen her coming.
"You shuddup!" Bulma said, staying in Marron's face. "How dare you say that?" she turned to Hercule. "And you, Hercule. Why don't you tell Marron why you've been dating her for a whole two months. Go on, tell her." She turned back to Marron. "Because you're a cheaper, sluttier, easier copy of me."
And with that, she grabbed Yaumcha's hand and walked away, leaving an utterly speechless Marron and Hercule.
After another thirty minutes of walking, Bulma was ready to try again. Yaumcha had wisely stayed quite.
She stopped, took a deep breath, and faced Yaumcha.
"Do you want to try that again?" She asked softly. Yaumcha smiled lovingly at her and gave her a kiss.
"Do I ever!" he said. They sat down on a different bench at a different park.
"This time," Yaumcha said, slipping his arm around Bulma's back, "We can go straight to my favorite part!" Bulma smiled and kissed him.
Bulma decided she had let the kiss go far enough and broke it off.
"What'd you do that for?" Yaumcha objected.
"Yaumcha, do you love me?"
"I love you with my whole heart."
"Do you trust me? Would you ever lie to me?"
"Never! I'd never lie to you! Bulma, I care for you too much to ever hurt you like that!"
"Good," she said, putting a relieved smile on her face. "Then tell me: do you do drugs?"
"I don't," he said solemnly. He didn't falter at all.
"Then do you sell drugs?"
"I did." He offered no more information then was needed.
"Why?"
"Lets just say that I needed some quick cash. I sold a little in the locker room, and soon I was a regular pusher. People came to depend on me, and it was a steady job. Listen, Bulma, now that school is over, I've cut all ties with my suppliers and those who I supply to. They knew that I was only a temporary seller, for however long."
"If, if I said that I wanted to try some, just a little, what would you say?" She asked in a small voice, unable to look him in the eye.
"Oh, Bulma, why would you want drugs? They're highly addictive and I don't need to tell you how bad they are!"
"If I said that I wanted you to do them, with me, what would you say?"
"What? Bulma, I don't und--"
"I've heard that drugs are more addictive if you take them with that mind set. A placebo affect, let's say. If we were to take them, only once, well, lets just say we'd both have a lot of fun. I just want to try it, Yaumcha! They're no more addictive then alcohol is! We can both drink a beer one night and be happy not to drink for a whole week! We aren't addicted to that!"
"I don't know, Bulma." But Bulma could tell his resolve was weakening.
"I only want to try it, Yaumcha. I've never done it and you're the only one I'm brave enough to do it with! Don't tell me in all your drug peddling, you've never once had the urge to try it? Don't lie to me!"
"I won't deny it, but I never succumbed to it!"
"Then who better to finally give way to your fantasies with then your lover?" she asked softly.
"No one better." He said, trailing off.
A/N: Chapter three. Really short. Umm, just so you know, I just made up everything about the drugs. I don't know anything about them so bear with me.
Bulma and Yaumcha held hands as they walked. They had no destination, really. After eating breakfast at the first suitable looking place they found, they had started walking.
Yaumcha, ever in love, was content to enjoy the beautiful day with his soul mate. Today was their day, a day for young lovers.
Bulma, on the other hand, was plotting a way to get the goods that she required from Yaumcha.
"Umm, Yaumcha, lets sit down for a little," she said. "I wanna talk with you."
"All right." He said, leading her over to the nearest bench. They sat down with no room between them. Bulma prepared herself for a scene of exceptional acting on her part.
She allowed herself to look a little troubled. Yaumcha saw her face and put an arm around her back. Bulma rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yaumcha, I don't want to push you away." she trailed off.
"What, Bulma? What is it?"
"Nor do I want to force myself upon you. I, I think that I'm in love with you, Yaumcha." She said, pretending to look bashfully at the ground. "If I bothers you, if you want to leave, I, I'd understand," she said, letting emotion crawl into her voice.
Yaumcha put his hand on Bulma's cheek and moved it so that they looked each other in the eyes. Yaumcha smiled and said,
"Bulma, never has there been a happier man than I, for I find myself irreversibly in love with you!" He smiled and they both shed a few tears.
"Do you really mean it?" Bulma asked. "I knew right when you walked in yesterday, only you could pull me out of my slump. I was so upset, I felt so alone."
"Bulma, listen to me. I love you. You are not alone, and you will never be alone. I'm always going to be with you!"
"And when you were inside of me, I felt complete! I had never experienced such emotions before!" Bulma said softly, amazed at the soft blush that graced her silky cheeks. "You were my first, and I want you to be my only, Yaumcha! Oh, Yaumcha, please tell me that you'll be my only! My only one! I'll be yours and you'll be mine!"
I never knew that lies could flow so easily. Bulma thought.
"Bulma, the feelings you gave me last night were indescribable. Of course I'll be your only, and you'll be my only! I only want you, Bulma! Only you!" Yaumcha kissed Bulma, pulling her into his lap. She grabbed hold of his neck like a lifeline.
Yaumcha checked 'making out in a public park during the day' off his mental list of things to do.
Bulma plotted her next request. She looked for an opening to stop the kissing out but someone else beat her to it.
"Ugh! Get a room, you sickos!" Came the high-pitched voice of the captain of the varsity cheerleading squad, Marron. Bulma and Yaumcha separated, Bulma grinning rudely and Yaumcha grinning like an animal.
"Well, if it isn't Bulma and Yaumcha," Hercule said. "Wow, Bulma, if I'd know you were that prude, I wouldn't a dumped you!" Yaumcha stood up, ready to defend his lady's honor. Bulma could take care of herself, though.
She rolled her eyes and flicked Hercule off.
"Shut up, you bastard. I don't even know why we went on that date. And plus, aren't you and Marron here to do it? 'Cause everyone knows you're too cheap to buy a room and if you tried to do it at home, your mama would die! The poor lady doesn't even know your balls have dropped!" Yaumcha started laughing and Bulma flashed him a winning smile. She slipped an arm around his waist and they regarded the angered couple.
"Why you little bitch!" Marron screeched. "We try to be nice to you, sensitive to the fact that your father just died-"
Bulma cut her off with a slap. Marron hadn't even seen her coming.
"You shuddup!" Bulma said, staying in Marron's face. "How dare you say that?" she turned to Hercule. "And you, Hercule. Why don't you tell Marron why you've been dating her for a whole two months. Go on, tell her." She turned back to Marron. "Because you're a cheaper, sluttier, easier copy of me."
And with that, she grabbed Yaumcha's hand and walked away, leaving an utterly speechless Marron and Hercule.
After another thirty minutes of walking, Bulma was ready to try again. Yaumcha had wisely stayed quite.
She stopped, took a deep breath, and faced Yaumcha.
"Do you want to try that again?" She asked softly. Yaumcha smiled lovingly at her and gave her a kiss.
"Do I ever!" he said. They sat down on a different bench at a different park.
"This time," Yaumcha said, slipping his arm around Bulma's back, "We can go straight to my favorite part!" Bulma smiled and kissed him.
Bulma decided she had let the kiss go far enough and broke it off.
"What'd you do that for?" Yaumcha objected.
"Yaumcha, do you love me?"
"I love you with my whole heart."
"Do you trust me? Would you ever lie to me?"
"Never! I'd never lie to you! Bulma, I care for you too much to ever hurt you like that!"
"Good," she said, putting a relieved smile on her face. "Then tell me: do you do drugs?"
"I don't," he said solemnly. He didn't falter at all.
"Then do you sell drugs?"
"I did." He offered no more information then was needed.
"Why?"
"Lets just say that I needed some quick cash. I sold a little in the locker room, and soon I was a regular pusher. People came to depend on me, and it was a steady job. Listen, Bulma, now that school is over, I've cut all ties with my suppliers and those who I supply to. They knew that I was only a temporary seller, for however long."
"If, if I said that I wanted to try some, just a little, what would you say?" She asked in a small voice, unable to look him in the eye.
"Oh, Bulma, why would you want drugs? They're highly addictive and I don't need to tell you how bad they are!"
"If I said that I wanted you to do them, with me, what would you say?"
"What? Bulma, I don't und--"
"I've heard that drugs are more addictive if you take them with that mind set. A placebo affect, let's say. If we were to take them, only once, well, lets just say we'd both have a lot of fun. I just want to try it, Yaumcha! They're no more addictive then alcohol is! We can both drink a beer one night and be happy not to drink for a whole week! We aren't addicted to that!"
"I don't know, Bulma." But Bulma could tell his resolve was weakening.
"I only want to try it, Yaumcha. I've never done it and you're the only one I'm brave enough to do it with! Don't tell me in all your drug peddling, you've never once had the urge to try it? Don't lie to me!"
"I won't deny it, but I never succumbed to it!"
"Then who better to finally give way to your fantasies with then your lover?" she asked softly.
"No one better." He said, trailing off.
A/N: Chapter three. Really short. Umm, just so you know, I just made up everything about the drugs. I don't know anything about them so bear with me.