Warning: this chapter is a bit more risqué than the previous ones. If you
are easily offended, do not read this chapter. If you think I've gone too
far with this chapter, please review so that I will keep my future chapters
clean. If you like it, Rock On!!!
I did not purchase the characters from DBZ in the last month or so, so I still do not own them. However, I will own up to creating the hooker...unless you guys want the hooker to be Marron. Your choice.
Yamcha heard a car pull up into the driveway. "OH SHIT! IT'S BULMA!" Yamcha ran over to the TV and shut off the porno. He had to find that whore before Bulma came in. *I just had to find the one that doesn't split after sex, didn't I... * He checked the bedroom. Neither she nor her clothes were still there. He sighed a sigh of relief. *She must have left. Good. * He straightened himself out and entered the living room. The hooker popped out of the kitchen with only an apron on. Yamcha jumped at her sudden arrival. "Hey hon, can I cook ya breakfast?" she asked. "You've gotta get out of here quick. My girlfriends in the driveway as we speak." "But my clothes are in the washer," she whined. The front door began to open. Thinking fast, Yamcha shoved her in the nearest room and closed the door.
"Yamcha," Bulma cried. "Bulma, you look like hell. What happened to you?" Yamcha walked over and hugged Bulma. Her only response was to cry into his shirt. "Oh Yamcha, everything's gone to hell." She looked at him. "And now you're all dirty because of me. Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure, go right ahead. I'll cook you some breakfast, and then we can have a nice, long talk." That won him a sad smile. "Ok," she replied as she walked to the restroom. Yamcha looked for the skillet. *That hooker must have it... SHIT!!! * "Bulma, don't go in there!" he yelled.
But it was too late. "Hello. You must be his girlfriend he was talking about," the hooker said. As Bulma turned around to face Yamcha, he could see that her face was turning red. "Now Bulma, I can explain--" "Explain!! Explain what?! How you slept with her? How you cheated on me? How you don't care that I'm pregnant? I don't want to hear it, you asshole." She stormed out of the house, got in her car, and sped off. "Wow, congratulations hon, you're gonna be a father soon.... Hello? Is anyone home?" Yamcha just stood there in shock.
"One day till arrival upon Earth," the ship's computer said. "Damn woman, why won't she pick up the intercom? She will pay if this ship crashes and I have to spend my training time getting rehabilitated." He tried to contact her again, with no luck. "What could be so fucking important that she won't pick up?"
A/N: Sorry for the late update. My computer has been really fucked up. I'll try to be faster with the next one. Read and review please.
STJA
I did not purchase the characters from DBZ in the last month or so, so I still do not own them. However, I will own up to creating the hooker...unless you guys want the hooker to be Marron. Your choice.
Yamcha heard a car pull up into the driveway. "OH SHIT! IT'S BULMA!" Yamcha ran over to the TV and shut off the porno. He had to find that whore before Bulma came in. *I just had to find the one that doesn't split after sex, didn't I... * He checked the bedroom. Neither she nor her clothes were still there. He sighed a sigh of relief. *She must have left. Good. * He straightened himself out and entered the living room. The hooker popped out of the kitchen with only an apron on. Yamcha jumped at her sudden arrival. "Hey hon, can I cook ya breakfast?" she asked. "You've gotta get out of here quick. My girlfriends in the driveway as we speak." "But my clothes are in the washer," she whined. The front door began to open. Thinking fast, Yamcha shoved her in the nearest room and closed the door.
"Yamcha," Bulma cried. "Bulma, you look like hell. What happened to you?" Yamcha walked over and hugged Bulma. Her only response was to cry into his shirt. "Oh Yamcha, everything's gone to hell." She looked at him. "And now you're all dirty because of me. Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure, go right ahead. I'll cook you some breakfast, and then we can have a nice, long talk." That won him a sad smile. "Ok," she replied as she walked to the restroom. Yamcha looked for the skillet. *That hooker must have it... SHIT!!! * "Bulma, don't go in there!" he yelled.
But it was too late. "Hello. You must be his girlfriend he was talking about," the hooker said. As Bulma turned around to face Yamcha, he could see that her face was turning red. "Now Bulma, I can explain--" "Explain!! Explain what?! How you slept with her? How you cheated on me? How you don't care that I'm pregnant? I don't want to hear it, you asshole." She stormed out of the house, got in her car, and sped off. "Wow, congratulations hon, you're gonna be a father soon.... Hello? Is anyone home?" Yamcha just stood there in shock.
"One day till arrival upon Earth," the ship's computer said. "Damn woman, why won't she pick up the intercom? She will pay if this ship crashes and I have to spend my training time getting rehabilitated." He tried to contact her again, with no luck. "What could be so fucking important that she won't pick up?"
A/N: Sorry for the late update. My computer has been really fucked up. I'll try to be faster with the next one. Read and review please.
STJA
