AN- For some very strange reason ((), as soon as I get reviews I am
just do excited about updating that I have to drop everything and write!
Wonder why! So I guess I should thank everyone for all the awesome reviews,
they really make me feel 100% AWESOME! So, yeah, I know Yamcha is a little
sleazy, but hey, if I make B and V hook up right away, would there really
be any story? SO just bear with Yamcha for a while…I promise it's worth it!
Yamcha's tongue slid in and out of Bulma's mouth in a slow pace, and his hands wandered up and down the smooth cotton fabric covering her back. Although Yamcha had no idea why Bulma was here, let alone allowing him to even look at her, he always had strong feelings for her, and he figured she would explain her actions after their embrace. He continued to kiss her, his pace becoming more passionate and intense with each moment.
Bulma was in heaven. Well, not because she was with Yamcha, but because she had forgotten how good it felt to be touched and kiss, and all of these feelings were rushing back to her. It would be the same as if someone were deprived of cake for a few years and finally got to eat it again, they'd be pretty darn happy.
Bulma still lay on top of Yamcha, her legs intertwined with his. She could feel him become hard, and she gasped a little as she felt him poking into her side. She began to break the kiss, not wanting to go any further than where they were. She knew Yamcha had a player reputation since after they broke up; that was the reason they broke up to be exact. Yamcha wanted more from Bulma than she was able to give. Memories of that day floated into Bulma's thoughts as she began to pull from Yamcha's lips.
"But why not Bulma?" Yamcha asked, his eyes desperate and filled with lust.
"Because I am not ready! End of story," Bulma hissed, tired of the interrogation Yamcha had been giving her.
"If you loved me, you would be ready!" Yamcha yelled, angry that he was not going to get what he wanted. Bulma swallowed deep as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Then I guess I don't love you," she whispered as a lump blocked her throat. She thought she had, no, she knew she had loved him then. But she also knew she wasn't emotionally or physically ready for sex, and she had no other choice than to end her relationship with Yamcha. And that's exactly what she did. As more tears cloudy her eyes, she walked out of the room, and silently ended their relationship.
This was awfully hard for Bulma, and the rumor that Yamcha had sex with some cheap girl named Cindy two days later didn't help Bulma's healing process. She went through a long period of sadness and even anger, but she was a stronger person now because of it.
Bulma looked at Yamcha as they both sat up on his bed. Bulma's thoughts had almost made her start to cry, but instead she sucked it up and told herself to live for now, not the past.
"What was that for," Yamcha asked quietly, hoping that their unexpected kiss was not a one-time deal.
"Well," Bulma began, "I just missed you is all, and I wanted you back."
Yamcha reached up and wiped a strand of silky blue hair from Bulma's face. "I'm glad you came. I missed you too," he told her, and he was actually sincere. The day Bulma walked out on him was hard for him as well, but, seeing as how he thought with his dick, he got over it as soon as that skank Cindy said she'd put out.
Bulma smiled as she snuggled up into Yamcha's chest. ::Finally, I'm not alone:: she thought happily, loving the feeling of Yamcha's strong arms around her waist. She had felt alone the past couple of months, and she had figured that if she went back to Yamcha, she wouldn't be alone, and she could cope a little better with the fact that she wouldn't be with Chi Chi 24/7 anymore. ::Yamcha's just what I need:: she sighed.
"Where did you get that?" Goku gasped as he carefully eyed the ball Chi Chi possessed.
"Well, actually I bought it at this old thrift store. I had gone to find some Tupperware for a Christmas present for my grandma, but while I was there I found this, and I thought it was pretty so I bought it as a little treat for myself. I used to sit it over there on my dresser," Chi Chi giggled. She loved pleasing Goku, and by the look in his eyes, she could tell he was very happy that she had bought they little orange ball.
"Chi Chi," Goku breathed, almost unable to speak out of pure joy, "you are amazing." He carefully took the ball from her hand and hugged her tightly, inhaling her scent and growing to love her even more. He felt like crying because Chi Chi had the dragonball. One down, six to go!
"Goku, I can't breath!" Chi Chi gasped as Goku had almost strangled her in his bear hug. He blushed, making Chi Chi giggle, as he reluctantly let go of her. They sat on her bed as Goku stared at the ball; still unable to believe Chi Chi had bought it. ::Who would have guessed?:: he chuckled.
Chi Chi, on the other hand, stared at Goku in awe. She would never forget today; she learned of Goku's true identity, and it didn't phase her one bit. She learned he had once had a tail, yet she still wasn't extremely shocked. And though she had said it before-she had said she loved him- the full realization of her feelings were finally hitting her. Tears of happiness began to fill her eyes, and she squeezed onto Goku's hand, causing him to look at her with that cute confused grin.
"Goku," she whispered, "I really do love you."
As Vegeta walked towards the Brief home from the forest he felt a huge power jump seeming to come from the center of the woods. ::Stupid bears:: he thought as he entered the backdoor.
Vegeta sauntered over to the fridge, in search of anything edible, and growled at the realization that he had consumed all the food in the house the day before. With a snarl he grabbed his wallet and headed out the door towards Al's diner.
Yamcha had gotten dressed, and although Bulma had been to the diner once already that day, she decided to accompany Yamcha to get breakfast. As Yamcha sat eating, Bulma gazed out the window, startled to see Vegeta stalking towards the building, the ever-present scowl plastered on his face. :: Oh lord:: she thought as he opened the door and sat at a booth parallel to hers.
Obviously he hadn't seen her, because if he had he certainly wouldn't have sat where he did. As he began to order, his nose caught the wiff of something familiar, something that smelled almost like home to him. He looked over to find that annoying brat, Bulma, and some boy that looked like a punk. Vegeta snarled.
Bulma had sensed that Vegeta was looking her way. ::Why not have a little fun while I'm in this situation?:: she thought as she picked up a fork and lovingly fed some pancakes to Yamcha. After he was done chewing, Bulma took his hand and sucked the excess syrup off of each finger, knowing Vegeta was watching her, and knowing that deep down it was getting to him.
Vegeta couldn't place his feelings. All he knew is that he wanted this punk to get away from Bulma, or else he would have to seriously injure the kid. He had no idea why he felt this way, but he felt as if someone was messing with his property, and he didn't like the feeling. Vegeta, not being one that loves to stick out, rationalized the situation to find the best solution to his little dilemma. He concluded that he would stay put.
Vegeta looked around, and with a swift movement he was out of his seat and he had grabbed Yamcha's coat collar. With no explanation whatsoever, he dragged Yamcha out of the booth, through the diner, and out the door, where he proceeded to kick Yamcha in the balls and turn and walk back in the diner. ::Hey, I said I'd stay put; that doesn't mean he would too.::
Bulma was furious. She saw poor Yamcha nearly have his balls permanently broken, and for no reason at all. As Vegeta entered the diner, Bulma greeted him with her arms crossed over her chest, and her face a bright red shade of anger.
"What the hell is your problem?!" she screamed at him, wanting to make him pay for what he did to Yamcha.
"They kid was asking for it. He had his hands all over you," Vegeta snarled back.
Bulma fumed. She felt like she was blowing steam from her ears. "Since when are you to act like a father to me? You are such a bastard!" she yelled in his face as she ran out the door to a hunched over Yamcha. :: He will pay for this…:: she vowed as she helped Yamcha up.
It had been a week since the diner incident, and Bulma had not spoken one word to Vegeta since then. She was still furious at him, but she had no reason to worry about it now, because Yamcha was due to be over any second. Hopefully Vegeta would busy himself training, and not get into her hair all evening.
As Bulma sat at her vanity table making sure she looked just right, the doorbell sounded and she leaped up, trotted down the stairs, and flung open the door, greeting Yamcha with a huge grin.
"Come in!" she smiled, and Yamcha handed her a flower and stepped through the door. He knew her parents weren't home, and he had a few things planned for the evening. Bulma took Yamcha's jacket from him and hung it up in the hall closet as she led him to the family room, popped in a movie, and plopped them both down on the couch.
As Vegeta trained in the gravity room he sensed a new presence moving within the house. A male presence. He looked through the window of the gravity room and into the house, and sure enough he saw the punk whose balls he crushed a week ago.
Once again that defensive, threatened feeling returned to Vegeta, and this time he decided to take a more subtle approach to getting rid of Yamcha. He exited the training room and headed towards the house where he walked into the living room. Wanting his point to be known, he plopped himself down on the couch, right between Bulma and Yamcha.
Yamcha did a double take. ::Isn't this the asshole who kicked my ass last week? ::
"What the hell is he doing here?" Yamcha growled angrily. After all, his plans for the evening could be ruined.
"I live here, ass wipe," Vegeta said nonchalantly, still staring at the tv screen.
"You LIVE here?" Yamcha said, jumping up and glaring at Vegeta.
Bulma, feeling a little uneasy, decided to take the opportunity and step into the conversation.
"Yes he lives here-like a foreign exchange student. Now will you please leave Vegeta?" she breathed out quickly.
"Nope. We're in the living room. It's public domain," he sneered at her, causing an exasperated sigh to escape her lips and forcing her to grab Yamcha's hand.
"Come on, let's just go to my room," she said. Yamcha grinned as if he'd won a major battle. Maybe his plans for the night wouldn't be ruined after all.
AN- ahahahahah, not sure what will happen next! Will Yamcha hit that? I don't know!? Im not too crazy about this chapter, but tell me what you guys think in the reviews! Thanks for reading-you guys are the best!
Yamcha's tongue slid in and out of Bulma's mouth in a slow pace, and his hands wandered up and down the smooth cotton fabric covering her back. Although Yamcha had no idea why Bulma was here, let alone allowing him to even look at her, he always had strong feelings for her, and he figured she would explain her actions after their embrace. He continued to kiss her, his pace becoming more passionate and intense with each moment.
Bulma was in heaven. Well, not because she was with Yamcha, but because she had forgotten how good it felt to be touched and kiss, and all of these feelings were rushing back to her. It would be the same as if someone were deprived of cake for a few years and finally got to eat it again, they'd be pretty darn happy.
Bulma still lay on top of Yamcha, her legs intertwined with his. She could feel him become hard, and she gasped a little as she felt him poking into her side. She began to break the kiss, not wanting to go any further than where they were. She knew Yamcha had a player reputation since after they broke up; that was the reason they broke up to be exact. Yamcha wanted more from Bulma than she was able to give. Memories of that day floated into Bulma's thoughts as she began to pull from Yamcha's lips.
"But why not Bulma?" Yamcha asked, his eyes desperate and filled with lust.
"Because I am not ready! End of story," Bulma hissed, tired of the interrogation Yamcha had been giving her.
"If you loved me, you would be ready!" Yamcha yelled, angry that he was not going to get what he wanted. Bulma swallowed deep as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Then I guess I don't love you," she whispered as a lump blocked her throat. She thought she had, no, she knew she had loved him then. But she also knew she wasn't emotionally or physically ready for sex, and she had no other choice than to end her relationship with Yamcha. And that's exactly what she did. As more tears cloudy her eyes, she walked out of the room, and silently ended their relationship.
This was awfully hard for Bulma, and the rumor that Yamcha had sex with some cheap girl named Cindy two days later didn't help Bulma's healing process. She went through a long period of sadness and even anger, but she was a stronger person now because of it.
Bulma looked at Yamcha as they both sat up on his bed. Bulma's thoughts had almost made her start to cry, but instead she sucked it up and told herself to live for now, not the past.
"What was that for," Yamcha asked quietly, hoping that their unexpected kiss was not a one-time deal.
"Well," Bulma began, "I just missed you is all, and I wanted you back."
Yamcha reached up and wiped a strand of silky blue hair from Bulma's face. "I'm glad you came. I missed you too," he told her, and he was actually sincere. The day Bulma walked out on him was hard for him as well, but, seeing as how he thought with his dick, he got over it as soon as that skank Cindy said she'd put out.
Bulma smiled as she snuggled up into Yamcha's chest. ::Finally, I'm not alone:: she thought happily, loving the feeling of Yamcha's strong arms around her waist. She had felt alone the past couple of months, and she had figured that if she went back to Yamcha, she wouldn't be alone, and she could cope a little better with the fact that she wouldn't be with Chi Chi 24/7 anymore. ::Yamcha's just what I need:: she sighed.
"Where did you get that?" Goku gasped as he carefully eyed the ball Chi Chi possessed.
"Well, actually I bought it at this old thrift store. I had gone to find some Tupperware for a Christmas present for my grandma, but while I was there I found this, and I thought it was pretty so I bought it as a little treat for myself. I used to sit it over there on my dresser," Chi Chi giggled. She loved pleasing Goku, and by the look in his eyes, she could tell he was very happy that she had bought they little orange ball.
"Chi Chi," Goku breathed, almost unable to speak out of pure joy, "you are amazing." He carefully took the ball from her hand and hugged her tightly, inhaling her scent and growing to love her even more. He felt like crying because Chi Chi had the dragonball. One down, six to go!
"Goku, I can't breath!" Chi Chi gasped as Goku had almost strangled her in his bear hug. He blushed, making Chi Chi giggle, as he reluctantly let go of her. They sat on her bed as Goku stared at the ball; still unable to believe Chi Chi had bought it. ::Who would have guessed?:: he chuckled.
Chi Chi, on the other hand, stared at Goku in awe. She would never forget today; she learned of Goku's true identity, and it didn't phase her one bit. She learned he had once had a tail, yet she still wasn't extremely shocked. And though she had said it before-she had said she loved him- the full realization of her feelings were finally hitting her. Tears of happiness began to fill her eyes, and she squeezed onto Goku's hand, causing him to look at her with that cute confused grin.
"Goku," she whispered, "I really do love you."
As Vegeta walked towards the Brief home from the forest he felt a huge power jump seeming to come from the center of the woods. ::Stupid bears:: he thought as he entered the backdoor.
Vegeta sauntered over to the fridge, in search of anything edible, and growled at the realization that he had consumed all the food in the house the day before. With a snarl he grabbed his wallet and headed out the door towards Al's diner.
Yamcha had gotten dressed, and although Bulma had been to the diner once already that day, she decided to accompany Yamcha to get breakfast. As Yamcha sat eating, Bulma gazed out the window, startled to see Vegeta stalking towards the building, the ever-present scowl plastered on his face. :: Oh lord:: she thought as he opened the door and sat at a booth parallel to hers.
Obviously he hadn't seen her, because if he had he certainly wouldn't have sat where he did. As he began to order, his nose caught the wiff of something familiar, something that smelled almost like home to him. He looked over to find that annoying brat, Bulma, and some boy that looked like a punk. Vegeta snarled.
Bulma had sensed that Vegeta was looking her way. ::Why not have a little fun while I'm in this situation?:: she thought as she picked up a fork and lovingly fed some pancakes to Yamcha. After he was done chewing, Bulma took his hand and sucked the excess syrup off of each finger, knowing Vegeta was watching her, and knowing that deep down it was getting to him.
Vegeta couldn't place his feelings. All he knew is that he wanted this punk to get away from Bulma, or else he would have to seriously injure the kid. He had no idea why he felt this way, but he felt as if someone was messing with his property, and he didn't like the feeling. Vegeta, not being one that loves to stick out, rationalized the situation to find the best solution to his little dilemma. He concluded that he would stay put.
Vegeta looked around, and with a swift movement he was out of his seat and he had grabbed Yamcha's coat collar. With no explanation whatsoever, he dragged Yamcha out of the booth, through the diner, and out the door, where he proceeded to kick Yamcha in the balls and turn and walk back in the diner. ::Hey, I said I'd stay put; that doesn't mean he would too.::
Bulma was furious. She saw poor Yamcha nearly have his balls permanently broken, and for no reason at all. As Vegeta entered the diner, Bulma greeted him with her arms crossed over her chest, and her face a bright red shade of anger.
"What the hell is your problem?!" she screamed at him, wanting to make him pay for what he did to Yamcha.
"They kid was asking for it. He had his hands all over you," Vegeta snarled back.
Bulma fumed. She felt like she was blowing steam from her ears. "Since when are you to act like a father to me? You are such a bastard!" she yelled in his face as she ran out the door to a hunched over Yamcha. :: He will pay for this…:: she vowed as she helped Yamcha up.
It had been a week since the diner incident, and Bulma had not spoken one word to Vegeta since then. She was still furious at him, but she had no reason to worry about it now, because Yamcha was due to be over any second. Hopefully Vegeta would busy himself training, and not get into her hair all evening.
As Bulma sat at her vanity table making sure she looked just right, the doorbell sounded and she leaped up, trotted down the stairs, and flung open the door, greeting Yamcha with a huge grin.
"Come in!" she smiled, and Yamcha handed her a flower and stepped through the door. He knew her parents weren't home, and he had a few things planned for the evening. Bulma took Yamcha's jacket from him and hung it up in the hall closet as she led him to the family room, popped in a movie, and plopped them both down on the couch.
As Vegeta trained in the gravity room he sensed a new presence moving within the house. A male presence. He looked through the window of the gravity room and into the house, and sure enough he saw the punk whose balls he crushed a week ago.
Once again that defensive, threatened feeling returned to Vegeta, and this time he decided to take a more subtle approach to getting rid of Yamcha. He exited the training room and headed towards the house where he walked into the living room. Wanting his point to be known, he plopped himself down on the couch, right between Bulma and Yamcha.
Yamcha did a double take. ::Isn't this the asshole who kicked my ass last week? ::
"What the hell is he doing here?" Yamcha growled angrily. After all, his plans for the evening could be ruined.
"I live here, ass wipe," Vegeta said nonchalantly, still staring at the tv screen.
"You LIVE here?" Yamcha said, jumping up and glaring at Vegeta.
Bulma, feeling a little uneasy, decided to take the opportunity and step into the conversation.
"Yes he lives here-like a foreign exchange student. Now will you please leave Vegeta?" she breathed out quickly.
"Nope. We're in the living room. It's public domain," he sneered at her, causing an exasperated sigh to escape her lips and forcing her to grab Yamcha's hand.
"Come on, let's just go to my room," she said. Yamcha grinned as if he'd won a major battle. Maybe his plans for the night wouldn't be ruined after all.
AN- ahahahahah, not sure what will happen next! Will Yamcha hit that? I don't know!? Im not too crazy about this chapter, but tell me what you guys think in the reviews! Thanks for reading-you guys are the best!