I landed on Kame Island, gently setting down the Attack Pod near the house. Master Roshi and Krillin came running outside, their postures stiff and muscles tense as they took in the sight of the damaged ship. As their eyes fell on me, they relaxed slightly, but a noticeable air of caution remained.

"If I wanted to kill you," I began, watching as their bodies tensed up again, "I would have done so already. I don't deal in deception; I have no need to, especially with you lot." I paused, letting my words sink in. "Now, where's the scientist?" I asked, rolling my eyes at their exaggerated concerns.

Krillin bristled at my dismissive tone and took a step forward, his fists clenching, but Master Roshi placed a calming hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "She's west of here, in the third city. Look for a large white building with the words 'Capsule Corp.' You can ask anyone," the old man answered tersely.

I nodded once, acknowledging his directions. With a surge of Ki, I lifted the Attack Pod effortlessly, ignoring Krillin's indignant sputtering. I didn't have time to waste on their petty distrust. Even if I admittedly shouldn't be provoking Krillin so much, I could see why Vegeta and Nappa loved to look down on me.

I'd show them.

I clenched my fists, my energy flaring around me as the ocean beneath transformed into an indistinguishable blue streak. Two cities flashed past in the span of a heartbeat before I smoothly came to a stop over a sprawling metropolis. This was West City.

In the heart of the city, a large, yellow dome-shaped building with "Capsule Corp" emblazoned across it in bold letters immediately drew my attention. The structure was sleek and modern, which contrasted sharply with the similar but smaller white-coloured buildings surrounding it.

I descended slowly, carefully depositing the Attack Pod on a patch of well-manicured lawn near the building's entrance. As if on cue, a blonde-haired woman with curves that could make a Saiyan blush stepped out of the building. Her short, curly hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her bright blue eyes complimented her pale face. She wore a tight, shoulderless orange top, accompanied by a pair of form-fitting jeans — an outfit that left little to the imagination while somehow managing to be both revealing and tasteful at the same time. My eyes lingered for a moment, appreciating the view, before I composed myself.

"You must be Bulma's new friend," she said, her voice soft and melodic. Her eyes were half-closed, her expression distant. It was as if she were sleepwalking. Intriguing. "She did say you might arrive with a package, though I didn't think it would be so... impressive," she commented, finally turning to face me fully.

Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Ah, Raditz! Over here!" I turned to see Bulma and nodded in greeting.

"Come with me, and place the Attack Pod inside of the yard," she said, gesturing to the large backyard. I followed her instructions, carefully setting the pod down on the lush grass.

As we stood there, the ground beneath us suddenly trembled. "Don't panic," Bulma said quickly, noticing my raised eyebrow. Instinctively, I took hold of my Ki, my senses on high alert. I started to float slightly, my body tensed and ready to react. Surely she couldn't be foolish enough to attack me? I could level this city into nothingness with a single Ki blast.

The grass beneath us gave way to a metallic floor, and a clear dome surrounded us. I let out a contemplative hum. "I'm five seconds away from reducing this city to ashes," I warned the scientist, my tone deadly serious.

Bulma's expression instantly transformed into one of panic. "It's an elevator!" she hurriedly clarified, her eyes wide as she registered my threatening look. "To get all the supplies that I usually order down to my lab."

I relaxed slightly but remained alert. Bulma was certainly a scientist on par with Dr. Gero, a man who had created beings capable of destroying entire galactic clusters with a single blast. And that wasn't even considering her feat in the Future Trunks Timeline, where she had managed to create a time machine with scarce resources while being hunted down.

In a couple of seconds, we entered Bulma's underground lab. Workbenches lined the walls, cluttered with tools and half-finished projects, the air thick with the smell of metal and electricity. Screens blinked with data and diagrams I couldn't begin to comprehend. A large cylindrical machine dominated the center of the room.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Bulma said, her chin lifted and eyes glinting as she dramatically swept her arm across the lab.

I raised an eyebrow, scanning the room. "I've seen better." At some point, I'd just learned to tune out everything technical outside.

Bulma's smile dropped instantly. Her brows furrowed, and her cheeks flushed red.

"Your lab is impressive for Earth," I added, noting her clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. "But I come from a galactic empire. I wasn't an engineer in our ranks, so I can't fully judge it."

I turned to the pod, running my hand over its scorched surface. "It's damaged. Wasn't launched correctly." I paused, feeling a tightness in my chest. "Father must have known about the planet's destruction. That's why he sent Kakarot away in such a hurry." I simply can't wait for all of the exposition to be done with, so that I don't have to think so much on everything that I reveal.

I inhaled deeply, steadying my voice. "I and the other two Saiyans survived because our pods were damaged on a difficult mission. We were stranded on a remote planet for repairs when..." I stopped, my fists clenching at my sides.

I shook my head, refocusing on Bulma. Her earlier competitiveness had vanished, replaced by attentive silence.

"Well, have fun breaking down the pod, I'm off to find a place to stay." I comment as I turn around to leave before I'm abruptly stopped by Bulma standing in front of me.

"You'll be staying here with us," Bulma stated, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We've got more than enough space." She paused, a hint of exasperation crossing her features. "Goku only lives on Mount Paozu because Chi-Chi's too proud to accept our help. I trust you won't have similar hang-ups?" Her eyebrow arched.

"I don't particularly care. We-" I caught myself, "I have rested on countless planets with vastly different environments. A bed is a luxury I won't refuse." The momentary slip thankfully escaped Bulma's notice.

As the word 'planets' left my mouth, her eyes narrowed, focusing on me with renewed intensity. She straightened, her shoulders squaring as she leaned in closer. "These other planets," she began, her voice low and charged with interest, "tell me about them. What technologies did you encounter? How did the inhabitants live? What did these worlds look like?"

I paused, surprised by her interest. The Bulma I remembered from the show hadn't shown much curiosity about the wider galaxy. Then again, wasn't her sister involved with the Galactic Patrol? I mentally sighed, realizing I didn't remember all the plot points after the Cell Saga. Still, it made sense for someone as curious and adventurous as Bulma to want to know about the universe.

She did after all go on a journey around the world at sixteen to look for the Dragon Balls.

"I suppose I could share some information," I said slowly as I took a moment to think of all the planets that I had been sent to.

"There was a planet called Xeno 7. They had cities that floated in the sky, held up by anti-gravity technology. Their medical facilities could regrow lost limbs within hours."

Bulma's fingers flew across the tablet screen, the soft tapping filling the lab. "Fascinating! And what about their culture? How did they live?"

"They were a peaceful race, mostly scientists and researchers. No warriors to speak of." I paused, then added flatly, "Made them easy targets."

Bulma's typing slowed, her fingers hovering over the screen. She looked up at me, her expression a mix of fear and concern, brows furrowed slightly. "I see. And... what happened to them?"

I met her gaze steadily, my voice devoid of emotion, a mask of indifference that had been perfected over the years. "What do you think happened to them, woman? They're gone now. Along with their floating cities and medical marvels that could have changed the course of their civilization."

The words hung in the air like a challenge, a cold, hard truth that couldn't be ignored. Bulma's eyes narrowed, her mind racing to comprehend the scale of destruction I was hinting at. Her brow furrowed, a crease forming between her eyebrows as she struggled to reconcile the atrocities I was describing with the ideals of her own world.

"That's what the Cold Empire does," I continued, my tone flat, devoid of any inflection. "They send people like me to forcefully surrender their planet, and if they don't acquiesce, they are killed. Anything of value, like geniuses or warriors, is taken and forced to work, with the rest of their family threatened. If they still don't agree, they're tortured for what little knowledge can be understood from them and killed, so as not to become thorns in their side for the future."

I let out a sigh as I cleared my throat, forcing back the memories of the gleeful slaughter I had committed. "I would like to know where I'll be staying?" I asked, my voice a little rougher than I intended. The question was a deliberate attempt to change the subject.

I was quietly led to my room. The bed, a large, plush affair with a thick mattress and a subtle sheen to its cream-colored sheets, sat atop a sturdy frame against one wall. A desk, its surface smooth and unblemished, stood against another wall, accompanied by a comfortable-looking chair with a high back and cushioned seat. The floor lamp, its shade a soft, creamy white, cast a warm, gentle glow over the room, illuminating the spacious, well-proportioned space. A door, slightly ajar, revealed a glimpse of the attached bathroom, where a walk-in shower stall with a glass door and a sink basin with a single, polished faucet waited.

I locked the door behind me and dropped down onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh as I turned from side to side, feeling the softness of the mattress and the gentle give of the pillows as I slowly felt myself unwind. The entire day had been a rollercoaster of emotions and all I wanted to do was rest for a bit.

- Bulma Briefs -

She gritted her teeth as she stared at the picture of Yamcha's face, his eyes closed, his mouth slack, as some unknown woman's face was buried in his lap. The image was burned into her mind, a constant reminder of what she had seen.

She clicked the video, her anger simmering as the scene unfolded before her eyes. The camera, shaky and handheld, captured every detail. Yamcha's baseball outfit was discarded in a corner, his pants were down around his ankles, and the woman's head was bobbing up and down in his lap, her lips wrapped around his erection. The sounds of slurping and moaning filled the air, and Bulma's hands clenched into fists as she felt her anger rising with each passing second.

The woman's tongue darted in and out of her mouth, licking the length of his shaft, and Yamcha's hips were thrusting up to meet her, his breathing heavy and labored. The video seemed to go on forever, the woman's head moving up and down, her lips making wet, sloppy sounds as she worked to pleasure him. Yamcha's hands were tangled in her hair, his fingers grasping at her scalp as if trying to hold on to the moment.

Tears streamed down Bulma's face as she remembered the conversations they had about their relationship. She had been open to compromise, to finding ways to make him happy. If he had only told her he was dissatisfied, she would have tried to change, to be more for him. If he had suggested bringing a third person into their relationship, she would have considered it, would have tried to make it work. But this... this had been a betrayal.

The video continued to play, the woman's head moving faster, her mouth making more urgent sounds. Yamcha's hips were thrusting harder, his breathing more ragged, and Bulma felt her anger boil over. She had trusted him, had given herself to him fully, and this was how he repaid her.

Finally, the video ended, and Yamcha's eyes snapped open as his eyes seemed to snap over at the camera, his face reddening as he realized he had been caught. The woman looked up at him, startled and confused, as Yamcha's hands dropped to his sides. He took a step back, his erection still prominent, and Bulma's anger boiled over.

She remembered the video leaking online, with the different people putting different captions, "Famous Baseball player forcing fan to suck him off" "Fan appreciation day" and it wasn't as if their relationship wasn't known, it had skyrocketed his career, the apologies that had meant nothing to her. She remembered the way he had lied to her, the way he had deceived her, and the way he had broken her trust. The tears streamed down her face, hot and bitter, as she realized she had been blind to his true nature. In the end, he'd always be that fucking pathetic desert bandit, a back stabber.

She let out a sigh as she carelessly threw her phone away. It didn't matter now, she had bigger things to worry about, like the incoming Saiyan invasion. At least now she had a project to work on, something to take her mind off the cheating bastard she had been dating. As she lay in her bedroom, her mind couldn't help but wander back to today's events. Goku's brother, Raditz, was certainly extremely handsome, with his chiseled features and piercing eyes. He was far taller than Goku, and his armor did much to expose his muscles, showcasing his impressive physique.

As Bulma thought about Raditz, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She was surprised when she felt herself become wet down there, her panties suddenly feeling damp and uncomfortable. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind. But they lingered, refusing to be ignored. She couldn't believe she was actually attracted to this stranger, this alien warrior who had just shown up on her planet, to destroy it at that. If Goku hadn't talked him out of it, he would have likely destroyed the planet.

Bulma's hands trembled as she tried to focus on her thoughts, but her mind kept drifting back to Raditz. She imagined what it would be like to touch him, to feel his muscles beneath her fingertips. She pictured him standing before her, his armor stripped away, revealing his powerful body. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she imagined his lips on hers, his hands roaming her body.

She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind. This was insane. She was still reeling from Yamcha's betrayal, and now she was lusting after some alien stranger? But she couldn't help the way she felt. Raditz was handsome, powerful, and confident - everything Yamcha was not.

She felt a smirk form on her lips, their other friends would have to be informed of the upcoming threat and if Yamcha saw her there, having moved on to someone much stronger, much better, she licked her lips, and smirked, she could just feel his jealousy.

She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind. But they lingered, refusing to be dismissed. Raditz's chiseled features, his piercing gaze, and his confident smirk all replayed in her mind like a looped recording.

She couldn't help but compare him to Yamcha, and the difference was like night and day. Raditz was everything Yamcha was not - powerful, dominant, and unapologetically confident and unlike that bastard, she could tell instinctively that his confidence was genuine. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, it all screamed "I'm in charge, and you'll do as I say."

She felt a thrill run through her at the thought of Yamcha's face when he saw her with Raditz. She imagined the look of shock, the betrayal, and the anger. It was almost enough to make her cum right then and there.

She slid her panties off, as she lay down, she had some stress to take care of. Her hand drifted down to her wet pussy, her fingers slipping inside as she closed her eyes and thought of Raditz. She imagined him standing over her, his powerful body looming above her, his eyes burning with desire. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she pictured him touching her, his hands roaming her body.

Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her clit and sending shivers down her spine. Bulma wasn't an idiot, she'd seen his glances, the way he looked at her the few times they talked, as if he was barely stopping himself from ripping her clothing and she focused on the way he made her feel - powerful, desired, and completely surrendering to her desires. She pictured his rough hands on her skin, his fingers tracing her curves, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.

Her strokes grew faster, more insistent, as she imagined Raditz's fingers inside her, probing her depths and finding every sensitive spot. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her pussy responded, growing wetter and more swollen as she continued to pleasure herself.

She added a second finger, then a third, her hand moving in time with her racing heart. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with pleasure as she stroked herself faster and faster. Her toes curled, her back arched, and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as she gave herself over to the sensation.

She was lost in the sensation, her mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings as she rode out the waves of her climax. Her pussy pulsed, her juices dripping down her thighs as she came, again and again and again. Her body shuddered, her muscles releasing all the tension and stress she'd been holding onto.

As she lay there, her chest heaving, she knew she was hooked. She was ready to do whatever it took to feel that way again, to surrender to her desires and let Raditz take control. She was ready to give herself over to him, body and soul, and let him show her what it meant to be truly dominated.

She lay there for what felt like hours, her body still trembling with pleasure as she slowly came back down to earth. She knew she'd never be the same again, that Raditz had awakened something deep inside her. And she couldn't wait to see what he would do next.


Well, that was the first time I've written smut. As such, I would appreciate any comments that you may have on it. It's also showing the effect of the stamp that's ramping up.

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I hate Yamcha. I have no clue why.