She popped her capsule open, instantly shrinking and sealing her small aircraft inside. No need to pay for parking when you have capsules!
The restaurant Bulma had picked for their date was a pretty classy one. Not over the top fancy, but nice enough that reservations were needed on the weekends.
She looked around, surveying the small crowd of people waiting in line for the valet and the hostess stand. Where was her boyfriend?
She made her way through, gently excusing herself as she approached the hostess. He had to be somewhere….
There he was! She could tell it was him from the long hair and his signature "going out" yellow suit. She started to creep up behind him, excited to get the drop on Yamcha.
Just as she was about to hit him with her signature ass grab, she froze in place. He was talking to a bombshell of a woman, and he was scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish way.
"Yeah definitely not tonight, but maybe next week?" he offered the blonde.
She giggled, reaching into her purse and handing him a card. "You got it! Text me," she smiled, giving him a cute little wave with her fingers as she walked off.
Bulma watched as Yamcha hastily tucked the small piece of paper into his left pocket. He started looking around, just as she had been doing earlier, peering through the crowd.
She blinked a few times, still frozen in place, unsure of what just happened.
"Heyyy, there she is!" Yamcha finally found her. He quickly turned over to her, wrapping her up in a hug. "Wanna get our seats? You made a reservation, right?"
Bulma gave him a half-hearted smile. "Yeah! Let's go."
They checked in and were immediately seated by a cheerful hostess. They both ordered a drink, a beer for Yamcha, a Mai Tai for Bulma, and then were left alone in a cozy, candlelit booth.
"So," he started, leaning in on the table and casually resting his chin in his hand. "How has your day been?" He smiled warmly at her as the waitress quickly placed their drinks before them.
Bulma sighed. "Honestly…a little stressful." She tried not to think about whatever weird interaction went on between her boyfriend and some strange woman earlier. "You know, with the warrior constantly up my ass."
Yamcha cringed. "Ugh. Is he still giving you a hard time? I could talk to him, if you want."
She snorted. "Talking to him won't help anyone, trust me. I think it's best to just let me try to deal with him." She stirred her drink with her plastic straw.
"Yeah, well, he shouldn't be treating you like shit," her boyfriend matter-of-factly told her.
She hummed a noncommittal response, finally sipping her drink. Gods, she needed some alcohol in her.
"Well, I have some big news!" Yamcha announced with a huge smile, sitting up proudly in his seat.
Her face lit up with his, excited to see the change in his demeanor. "Oh really? Well, come on, spit it out!"
"I've been scouted for the Taitans! I officially go in for tryouts next week!"
"Holy shit, Yamcha!" she jumped out of her seat to make her way over to his side of the booth, embracing him. "That's amazing! When did you find out?!"
"Earlier today," he said, suddenly looking bashful from all the affection. "Their scout hunted me down and gave me the good news!"
"Ohhhhh!" Bulma released her blushing boyfriend and scurried back over to her seat. So that's who that woman was! She had nothing to worry about! "That is awesome news! I'm so proud of you."
He grinned at her, his eyes crinkling shut, the scar on his cheek stretching out slightly. She let out a contented sigh. She should stop stressing so much.
She waved over for the waitress to return to their table. "Hi, can we get a bottle of Montagne Rosée champagne? We're going to be celebrating tonight!"
"Of course, ma'am, right away," the waitress said with a polite smile. She bustled off behind the nearby bar.
Bulma gulped down the rest of her drink. She really needed to stop being so insecure. Sure, Yamcha had strayed a few times in the past, but he had grown as a person. She needed to get over it if she wanted to move forward with him.
They spent the rest of the night laughing, eating delicious food, and drinking the crispest of champagnes.
As they were leaving, Bulma hung onto Yamcha's arm. "Thanks for showing me a good time," she said, feeling flushed from the alcohol. "You're the best."
"Aw sheesh, Bulma," he replied, doing that timid neck scratch again as he waved for a taxi cab.
She giggled. "I'm serious!"
A taxi pulled up, and Yamcha opened the door for her to climb in. She nearly flashed everyone nearby as she fell inside, her short dress riding up.
He stooped down, leaning in through the door. "Have a good night, B."
"Nooo," she whined, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him forward. "You. With me. Please?" She pouted at him, giving him her trademark puppy dog eyes.
"I really gotta get going, I have to get up early to train tomorrow…"
She stared up at him, giving his tie another yank. She slowly licked her lips before biting down on her bottom lip. "Please?" She asked again, this time her breath barely a whisper.
He groaned. "B…"
"I'll make it worth your while," she told him with a grin, unbothered by the fact that there was a stranger sitting not even a foot away running up the taxi meter.
He stared down at her for a moment, holding his breath. Then gave her a smile. "Alright, alright, but I'm not staying the night!"
"Yay!" she squealed, releasing his tie and wiggling back over to her seat. She gave Yamcha room to climb inside, then immediately started fawning over him, rubbing her hands up and down his strong, muscly arms while he gave the driver the address to Capsule Corp.
The ride home was quicker than anticipated. Bulma spent most of the ride giggling and kissing Yamcha's neck while he tried to keep his cool. He paid the driver and they both spilled out of the cab, laughing and gripping each other.
She practically dragged him down the halls towards her room, insistent on having her way with him now.
They finally made it to her bedroom. Bulma slammed the door behind her, eager to get started.
"Come here," she demanded, hooking her finger behind his belt and urging him forward. She unbuckled his belt, kicked off her heels, and sank to her knees in a fluid motion.
She pulled his belt through its loops, leaving his pants hanging loosely at his waist. She pinched both of his pockets and yanked his pants down to his ankles. With a wolfish grin, she pulled his heart print boxers down with more care.
She tried to hide her initial pout. Yamcha was not as ready to go as she was. But that was okay, she would fix that.
She gently palmed his cock in her hand, smiling up at him with a hungry twinkle in her eye. Bulma peppered kisses all over his thighs, using the nails on her free hand to tenderly scratch the back of his leg.
After giving him a few squeezes, she took his semi-hard cock into her mouth, releasing a little moan for him. He groaned back, running a hand over her hair. She couldn't help but smile as he got hard between her lips.
She ran her tongue up from the base of his shaft to the tip, taking her time to tease him. She kept one hand on his ass and moved the other one to fondle his smooth balls. He threw his head back, moaning softly. His hand gripped her hair.
She popped his tip in and out of her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around him expertly.
While she hadn't had any other boyfriends in the past, she had taken her time to learn what Yamcha liked. There was a lot of trial and error, but she knew she had it down now. She always left him a moaning, quivering puddle when she was done.
She moved her other hand, placing both of them on his ass. She gripped him firmly, pushing his body toward her, slowly easing his cock further into her wet mouth.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
She upped her pace, pushing and pulling him into her mouth, gliding her tongue up his shaft as she went. She told him she would make it worth it.
Bulma could feel his muscles twitching, could hear his shallow panting, and she knew he was unraveling. She eased up, slowly drawing his cock out with a wet smack between her lips.
He grumbled at her as she stood up, pushing him down onto her bed. She hiked her tight dress up past her ass and turned around, giving him the full view of her lacy black thong.
She giggled at him from over her shoulder, wiggling her ass at him. "You ready?"
He mumbled something.
"Hmm?" she asked, turning around and climbing on top of him.
"I'm really tired tonight, B," he whined.
She pushed his hair out of his face, grinding her hips into his. "Don't worry, I'll do all the work."
He sighed. "I'm just…I'm just not feeling it."
She stopped. "Oh."
"I mean…" he scratched the back of his neck idly. "If you wanted to keep doing what you were doing…"
She frowned slightly. "Oh…um. Okay."
"I mean, if you're still into it, you know?" he added, blushing.
She rolled off of him, trying not to roll her eyes. Of course he just wanted a fucking blow job.
He remained laying on his back, and she reached out to start pumping him again. "Sure, Yamcha. It's your celebration."
He grinned at her, and she lowered her head to his lap.
He snarled, leaping up out of bed and instantly sensing for any nearby ki. A loud slam had awoken the prince from his restful slumber, and it took him a few moments to gather himself.
Vegeta felt the area, and immediately sensed the woman with her puny weakling in her room. That wasn't that unusual. When he realized everything was fine and the planet wasn't under attack, he went into a blind rage.
How could these pathetic Earthlings so easily disregard his rest?! It's as if they didn't want him to save their planet!
He leaped out of bed, ripping his door off his hinges and tossing it aside like a used napkin. He flew down the hall, determined to eviscerate the two worthless maggots.
He reached the door and was moments from blasting it out of its frame- when he heard it.
A soft, feminine moan, followed by a groaning sound. Vegeta was suddenly frozen in place. Heat rushed to his face.
He hadn't thought about what they would be doing alone in her room this late at night. His anger melted into a strange, bitter bubbling in his stomach.
Vegeta wasn't sure how long he stood there, listening at the door to the muffled moans and soft sighs coming from Bulma's bedroom…but it was long enough for the feeling inside to morph into a violent fury clawing out from his insides.
Why why why why why?! He asked himself dozens of times as he flew down the hall at a breakneck speed, launching himself towards the gravity chamber.
Why was he feeling this way? What was it about what that stupid Earthling woman that confused him so much?
He was the Prince of all Saiyans, he didn't care about what these stupid mudmen on this piece of shit rock did with their lives. They could fuck each other all they want, they could populate the whole planet with their filthy Earthling genes for all he cared.
The more he thought about it, the more that bile ate away at his stomach.
He spent the entire night blasting his ki out in angry, disgusted bursts, trying to disintegrate the strange guilt that gripped him.
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