Chapter 4: Yamcha

The sun blazed down mercilessly, turning the desert into a shimmering sea of heat. Goku, carrying Bulma on his back, trudged steadily through the endless expanse of sand. Bulma, drenched in sweat and exhausted, clung to Goku as they made their way across the scorching terrain. Her entire body hurt, her head aching from the scorching heat of the sun. Her jacket had long since been discarded, crumbled away in her bag. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a proper meal. How did society even function before her dad invented capsules?!

"This is just great," Bulma complained, her voice tinged with irritation. "Stranded in the desert because of that stupid hovercraft and all my capsules are gone. And what's the point of having Oolong around if he can't even turn into something useful? His transforming ability is completely useless!"

Oolong, trailing behind them with a dejected look, piped up from behind. "Hey, give me a break! I'm not exactly built for heavy lifting." Bulma had tried to make him transform into a motorcycle, but he collapsed the moment she'd planted herself on him. Transforming didn't up his strength whatsoever. It only changed his appearance.

Bulma, peering over Goku's shoulder, shot Oolong a frustrated look. "Your abilities might be good for tricks and sneaking around, but they're useless if you can't help us when we really need it!"

"Pfff..." Oolong shot back. "I didn't hear you complain back when you came over my dick!"

Bulma grew red in the face. It should've been obvious to her before demanding Oolong to travel with them but... it was pretty awkward to travel with a piglet who'd successfully fucked her. It might have been against her wishes, but that didn't change the fact that he'd managed to enter his sausage into her sacred hole.

"Oh shut up!" she spat at him. "As if I'd ever willingly fuck someone like you!"

"Come on," he persisted. "Remember how good it felt? And don't think I've forgotten that you came either!"

"Hmph!" Bulma turned her head in disgust, her cheeks rosy and bloated as she pouted, her arms crossed; It was a wonder she didn't fall off the young Saiyan's hold. "Th- that was because you forced your entire girl army on me!" It had been her against a team of four. It had hardly been fair. The old master from before was just as rotten and unattractive, but at least he had made her climax with nothing but his own efforts - her own fingers notwithstanding.

She'd denied Oolong multiple times since they started travelling together. It wasn't hard either. Though she would occasionally feel a need for companionship on this journey, she had Goku for all her womanly needs. Unfortunately, despite her attempts to teach him, he lacked the subtleties she preferred in a bedpartner. Why aren't I travelling with a real man?

She needed to find a proper man soon. If only to erase the fact that Oolong had been the latest man to pierce her.

Right now though, the thing she was most grateful for about travelling with the monkey-tailed boy was that he was strong enough to carry her whilst they travelled through the scorching dessert.

"It's so hot!" she lamented.


Time passed, but it did nothing for Bulma's mood.

"I- I'm going to die!" Bulma sobbed when she felt all strength leave her legs. She tumbled down, landed ungracefully with her butt onto the sand, and exclaimed that she couldn't take it anymore; she was far too exhausted to rebuttal Goku's disappointed remarks about her poor condition. Oolong couldn't endure much longer either, landing right next to her. "Do you think there's an hotel somewhere around here?" she asked hopefully, only for her wishful thinking to be chided by the pig.

"Whyyyyyyy!" The teen was ready to give up and go back home. "I can't take this anymore!" Laying down on her back, she began to twist and turn, arms and legs flailing erratically like a little child not getting their way. "I'm hungry! I wanna take a bath! I can't sleep unless I have a bed!"

The tirade went on.

Oolong watched the spectacle with dubiety. She was acting like a spoiled brat. "She's got a really bad personality…" he mumbled. Her body sure was great though! These last few days he'd opted to walk a few steps behind Bulma at all times so he could check out her splendid backend. Normally, a girl like that was way out of his league. He thanked Kami every night for allowing him the chance to fuck her.

Of course, he hoped the opportunity for another go would arrive sooner than later. Covertly, he slid his hand into his right pocket to check if his secret capsule and hidden sleepy grass were both safe. He sure was lucky to have them on hand when he was banished from his home. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but grin. Goku's presence made it impossible to try anything with the girl, but his luck would change soon as far as he was concerned.

His dark scheming was interrupted by Goku. "She fell asleep screaming all that stuff…" the monkey boy muttered. Didn't she just say she could only sleep on a bed? He didn't mind marching through the desert as much as Bulma, although he would've preferred for there to be more wildlife in the area. He could feel his strength draining with each second he didn't eat. As Oolong prepared to take a nap of his own, Goku decided to follow suit, his tummy rumbling…


Unbeknownst to the traveling trio, they were observed with a telescope from atop one of the larger structures in the desert. The observer's ears perked with delight, purring as she spotted her three future victims. Two were clearly in view, while the other was obscured behind a tree. "Yamcha!" She beamed with delight as she returned to the cave that was the home of her and her partner in crime. "Three sitting ducks!"

"What?" Yamcha stopped slurping his food as he heard his friend's exclamation. As his small, catlike friend repeated herself, he cocked his eyebrow. This was quite the surprise. "It's been a while since we've had some prey."


...

The prey had eluded them...

Back at the desert bandit's hideout, Yamcha was sulking at the table. "Dammit… I didn't notice they had a girl with them."

While Goku and Oolong struggled with hunger and sleep deprivation, Yamcha and Puar approached them. Yamcha, announcing himself with bravado, demanded their money and capsules.

The confrontation escalated as Yamcha engaged Goku in battle. Despite Goku's impressive skills, his hunger weakened him, and he was eventually thrown against a boulder by Yamcha's powerful attack. Oolong attempted to flee but was thwarted by Puar, who transformed into a flyswatter to stop him.

Just as things seemed dire, Bulma woke up from her slumber, drawing Yamcha's attention with her beauty. Overwhelmed and smitten, is phobia for women on clear display, Yamcha retreated with Puar, leaving behind their quest for the capsules.

There had been a silver lining for Bulma and Goku. They found out Oolong had been hiding a capsule from them containing a house wagon. One of his two secrets laid bare.

"Oh I finally found you!"

The words sliced through Yamcha's dark thoughts like a bolt of lightning. He sprang up from his seat with a start, his eyes wide and his body tensed in surprise. His chair clattered to the ground, and he jumped with such force that it was as if he had been jolted by an electric shock. Yamcha's heart raced as he whirled around.

Yamcha's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to face the source of the voice. Standing in the doorway, framed by the harsh light of the desert sun, was the girl from before! "Y- you?!"

Bulma eyed him with a smirk. The bandit had caught her eye, and it had been a while since she last saw such a quality man. Sure, his hair was a bit unruly, but once she had him wrapped around her finger, she could make him get a haircut. With Yamcha, she had finally found someone who met her high standards. She had left Oolong and Goku behind at their new house wagon – Bulma had been furious to find out Oolong had hidden his own vehicle all this time – and set out to find the handsome bandit that had caught her eye. Ever since Oolong had pierced her, a cloud of shame had roamed over her pretty head. And this man was the cure. "You're hard to find you know."

As she drew closer, Yamcha's phobia of women kicked in with full force. He shuffled backward, his hands instinctively raised as if to ward off an impending attack. His heart raced, and he swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure. The sight of Bulma's determined stride and confident smile only intensified his unease.

"W- wait!" Yamcha stuttered, trying to backpedal. "I-I didn't expect you to—" His voice faltered as he stumbled over his words, his usual bravado replaced by an awkward, jittery demeanor.

Bulma's approach was unrelenting. She closed the distance between them with a poised grace, her smile widening as she took in Yamcha's increasingly flustered reaction. The bandit's visible discomfort only seemed to amuse her further, and she enjoyed the contrast of his tough exterior crumbling in the face of her unexpected arrival.

Yamcha's attempts to retreat were futile. He bumped into a nearby table, his eyes darting around for an escape route as Bulma's presence seemed to shrink the room. "Why did you run away all of a sudden?" she asked, her tone laced with playful curiosity.

Yamcha's anxiety peaked, and he was caught between wanting to flee and facing the situation head-on. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this uncomfortable encounter, while Bulma's confident advance left him helplessly trapped in a mix of awe and fear. In his haste, his foot caught on the edge of a nearby rug, causing him to trip and stumble awkwardly. He flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to regain his balance, but ended up sprawling comically onto the floor.

Bulma's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Yamcha's clumsy fall. With a graceful and deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, her smile widening into a confident grin. She settled comfortably on the floor, her posture relaxed yet assertive.

"Now, now," she soothed. Her fingers extended toward his hand, moving with a gentle grace that contrasted sharply with the chaotic energy of the moment. As her hand closed around his, Yamcha's heart thumped erratically, each beat echoing louder in his chest. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, and his breathing grew shallow, on the verge of faltering. "Don't be so scared."

Bulma's touch was soft yet commanding, her fingers wrapping around his hand with an ease that made Yamcha's pulse race. The proximity of her presence, coupled with the intimate contact, left him dizzy and overwhelmed. His gaze locked onto her face, where her confident smile only deepened his sense of helplessness. Yamcha's face flushed even deeper, and he struggled to maintain his composure as the simple act of her reaching for his hand seemed to amplify his anxiety, making him feel like he might actually pass out from the intensity of the moment.

"Here," she cooed in a gentle voice, guiding his shaking hand to her clothed breast. "Don't be shy now."

Bulma smiled encouragingly as Yamcha's trembling fingers brushed against her soft flesh. At the first sign of her suppleness, his fingers sinking into her flesh, Yamcha noticeably gasped. She arched her back slightly, pressing her ample chest further into his palm. "That's it," she purred, covering his hand with her own and squeezing gently. "You can touch me however you want. I'm all yours."

Bulma acted unabashedly. It might be a bit slutty to seek out a man she didn't know for sex, forcing herself on him, but after her last sexual partners comprised of a monkey-tailed boy, an ancient pervert and, worst of all, a piglet; Bulma found she wanted nothing more than to erase her shame and bed a proper man. The sooner she could change the fact that Oolong had been the last male to puncture her, the better. She would not squander this opportunity.

"Wh -what the..." Yamcha's mind went blank as he cupped Bulma's other breast too, his hands nearly swallowed up by her generous curves. The softness of her mounds, the warmth radiating from her body - it was all too much for his virgin senses. His breath came in short gasps, lightheadedness threatening to overwhelm him. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he'd be here, touching a goddess like Bulma. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, desperate for relief. Yamcha swayed on his feet, the edges of his vision growing fuzzy.

As if sensing his distress, Bulma's free hand snaked down between them, boldly cupping Yamcha's aching erection through his pants. He let out a strangled groan, his hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. "Shhh, it's okay," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I know you want this. Let me take care of you." With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, reaching inside to wrap her hand around his pulsing shaft. Yamcha saw stars as she began to stroke him with firm, confident movements. Pleasure unlike anything he'd ever known raced through his veins, setting every nerve ending alight.

Yamcha's head spun as the reality of the situation crashed over him. Here he was, his cock being expertly worked by the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, his hands full of her soft, pillowy breasts. It was more than his untried body could handle. Pleasure and disbelief warred within him, short-circuiting his brain. His eyelids fluttered shut, his head lolling back as a final, choked moan escaped his lips. Then, with one last twitch of his hips, Yamcha's eyes rolled back and he passed out cold, his body going limp in Bulma's arms.

Bulma blinked in surprise as Yamcha suddenly went boneless in her grasp. "H- hey?" For a moment, she couldn't quite process what had happened. One second he'd been moaning and writhing under her ministrations, and the next... nothing. She glanced down at his face, taking in his closed eyes and slack jaw. Realization dawned slowly.

D- did he pass out?!

Even as confusion and disbelief swirled in her mind, Bulma couldn't help but notice that Yamcha's cock remained rock hard in her grip. Despite his unconscious state, his body clearly hadn't gotten the memo. She bit her lip, a wicked idea forming in her mind. After all, it would be a shame to waste such a prime opportunity. Her pussy throbbed insistently, reminding her of just how badly she needed release. Her latest partner had been Oolong of all people. She wanted to correct this mistake as soon as possible.

Her shorts and underwear came down as she slipped them down her rocking hips, revealing her bare, glistening folds. With a quick glance to ensure Yamcha was truly out cold, Bulma shifted her position, straddling his prone form. Gripping his shaft firmly, she lined him up with her entrance and slowly sank down onto his groin.

Bulma let out a low moan as she impaled herself on Yamcha's rigid length, stealing the young man's virginity. She was wet enough for him to slide in without faltering. Even unconscious, he filled her nicely, stretching her walls in the most delicious way.

She began to ride him slowly, savoring every inch as she slid up and down his cock. Her hands roamed her body, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her top before dipping between her legs to rub tight circles around her clit. Pleasure built steadily in her core, radiating outwards with each bounce of her hips. "Uhn~!" She threw her head back, long turquoise hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations.

"Oh yeah~" Faster and faster she moved, chasing her release with single-minded determination. Her inner muscles undulating around his length as she bumped off the unconscious man's groin, riding him at her preferred tempo. "Just like that!"

Bulma's inner muscles fluttered and clenched around Yamcha's cock as she rode him with wilder abandon. Any lingering guilt over using his unconscious body was quickly overshadowed by the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. If anything, she felt a perverse thrill at the taboo nature of the act. He was lucky to have a gorgeous girl like her using him for her pleasure, she reasoned. Most guys would kill for the opportunity. With that thought spurring her on, Bulma increased her pace, slamming herself down onto his lap with bruising force.

Her fingers flew over her clit, desperate to push herself over the edge. Sweat beaded on her skin as she chased her orgasm. All the frustration that had been building up was starting to ebb away. The scorching heat, losing her capsules, and Oolong's annoying gloating – it was all starting to erode.

Bulma's hips rolled sinuously as she rode the unconscious man, taking her pleasure from his prone form. She moaned softly, throwing her head back as she ground herself against him, chasing her own release. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly as she used his cock for her own gratification. Her movements became more erratic, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the edge. "Oh Kami~!" With a final, desperate roll of her hips, Bulma came undone.

Bulma's body convulsed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She threw her head back, a wordless cry escaping her lips as her pussy clamped down around Yamcha's cock like a vise. Her body trashed around Yamcha's hard pole. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, pleasure pulsing through her in blissful spasms. Even as the initial peak subsided, aftershocks continued to ripple through her, drawing out a series of breathy whimpers. Boneless and spent, Bulma collapsed forward onto Yamcha's chest, his cock still buried deep inside her. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and relishing the feeling of being thoroughly satisfied.

Bulma lay draped across Yamcha's chest, her body limp and sated in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. His cock remained nestled deep within her, a comforting presence as she rode the lingering waves of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she savored the warmth of their joined bodies. The rise and fall of Yamcha's chest beneath her was soothing, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against her ear.

With a contented sigh, Bulma pushed herself upright, Yamcha's cock slipping free from her well-used pussy with a lewd squelch. With a final glance at Yamcha's prone form, his cock still standing erect and glistening with her juices, she quickly gathered her scattered clothing, pulling on her panties and shorts with hurried movements. She couldn't help but steal another peek at the evidence of their illicit encounter - Yamcha's pulsing length, coated in her arousal. She briefly considered rubbing it out of its misery, but she firmly pushed the thought aside. With a shake of her head, Bulma turned on her heel and strode out of the cave, leaving Yamcha none the wiser.

Her shame had been corrected.


That evening, Bulma had returned to her traveling companions in a good mood. Her frustration had ebbed away with a pleasurable climax, and even her disposition toward Oolong had improved. She still chided him for not telling them about his secret capsule – she couldn't forgive him for making her walk around all day that easily – but there was no lingering anger. The wagon even had a shower, and she never felt more grateful to cleanse herself from all the sand and sweat that covered her body.

When Oolong offered her and Goku some ice-cold juice when she came out of the shower, her attitude towards the piglet grew even brighter.

It was the perfect close to a busy day. Her mood faltered only once; when Oolong informed her he hadn't washed her clothes and that she would have to sleep naked. She supposed she didn't have a choice in the matter.

She was even more tired than she thought. Only a few short moments after drinking her glass, she let out a long, satisfying yawn. Her eyelids began to grow heavy, drooping with each blink. Despite her earlier cheerfulness, the day's fatigue had finally caught up with her. She blinked slowly, struggling to keep her eyes open as she fought against the pull of sleep. Each yawn seemed to come more frequently, and her once-alert expression softened into a more relaxed, drowsy gaze.

With a final stretch and another yawn, Bulma gave in to the weariness. Warning Oolong not to try anything in her sleep, she excused herself. She settled into a comfortable position on the bed, her head drooping as she let out a contented sigh. Her body relaxed, and her breathing evened out as she succumbed to the call of sleep, the day's adventures drifting away into a peaceful slumber.


"Ugh! Uhn!"

In the depths of a drug-induced slumber, Bulma lay sprawled across her bed, blissfully unaware of the violation taking place. Oolong loomed over her, his porcine features twisted in a lecherous grin as the teen's long legs had been thrown over his shoulders. His stubby fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her in place as he thrust himself forward in her unprepared pussy.

"Oh Kami, I can't believe how gullible you are," Oolong gloated. "Taking juice from a man who already had you tied down to have his way with you before. It didn't even occur to you I might have put something in it? Maybe you just wanted to get porked again?!"

Bulma remained limp and unresponsive, her body offering no resistance as Oolong began to rut into her like a wild beast. His pudgy belly slapped against hers with each forceful stroke.

Such a great body! Oolong thought lustfully, haphazardly breathing through his snout, almost unable to keep up with himself. Each time their groins collided, Bulma's body bounced beneath Oolong's weight, her ample breasts wobbling with the impact. Her thick thighs rippled and jiggled with every thrust. Supple flesh in rapid motion! Oolong's eyes were glued to the sight, his lust growing with each passing second. He could feel it coming, spurred on by the obscene visual of Bulma's salacious form being ravaged by his cock. His snout flared with each ragged breath, struggling to draw in enough air to fuel his frenzied movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by Oolong's grunts and the faint squeaking of the bedsprings protesting under their combined weight.

Bulma had raped Yamcha, and now Oolong raped her. As always, the saying rang true: what goes around, came around.

And Oolong definitely came around... three times.

Maybe four.


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