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"B-Bulma! I just saw!" The floating blue cat had been huffing if on her feet, which put her to the viewpoint Oolong coveted more than anything. But Puar wasn't looking for some perverted pleasure. She had just happened to notice there was a breeze that ruffled Bulma's skirt and showed the underside. What she saw made her exclaim in horror. Seeing erotic panties was bad enough when she was involved with Yamcha, but seeing no panties at all was absolutely unacceptable! The cat threw herself across the hem of Bulma's white skirt.
Bulma's stride came to an abrupt halt in the Tenkaichi crowd. "Hey, what's up, Puar? What are you doing?" She'd expected such behavior from Roshi or Oolong, but Yamcha's faithful companion had earned some trust and obviously some leniency to give an explanation to grabbing her skirt.
"Bulma! You-You…!" Puar looked left and right. Luckily, the bustling crowd was too enthralled by the tournament to give thought to the risky girls of the crowd. But Puar wasn't about to put the modesty of Yamcha's girlfriend in jeopardy! It was a strain, but she said in her most urgent, most conservative whisper, "You're…! Not wearing underwear…!"
For a moment, Bulma paused to consider the warning as if it was foreign. And then, to Puar's astonishment, she laughed and waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, I know! I just forgot to pack some extras! I'll do some laundry tonight, but it's fine for right now!"
The cat blushed for the modesty that the human did not seem to have. "H-How can you say that?! Aren't you in a relationship with Yamcha?!"
"Oh, Puar," sighed Bulma in playful exasperation. She pulled the floating cat off her backside and knelt; scandalous in a short skirt and no panties. "You just don't get it. Yamcha will love that I'm not wearing any." She grinned slyly with a wink that discomforted Puar. "After he wins his first match, it'll be a good way to celebrate, don't you think?" She ended with a haughy, giddy chortle in her throat.
Puar was unconvinced, though. All the faith in the world for Yamcha, but she couldn't trust the men around who were already giving the blue-haired beauty interested glances. But Bulma was a genius, and Puar decided to trust her judgment.
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Puar was in tears to see Yamcha hoisted away on a stretcher after Tien soundly beat the living tar out of him. Bulma was upset as well, having believed that Yamcha would win after vigorous training in the Turtle Hermit's regiment. It seemed the Crane School's method was far more effective, however.
"Yamcha! Oh, Yamcha!" wailed Puar as Yamcha was carried past on his way to the hospital. She turned to Bulma and said, "Hurry! We have to go with him!"
But Bulma stayed, seemingly petrified with anguish. For a moment, Puar believed that she was emotionally crushed to see her boyfriend thrashed across the arena by a pompous, three-eyed fiend. And then Bulma whisked herself back to the stadium and declared, "I'm staying! To see that creep get what he deserves!"
"But-But, Yamcha," trailed off the loyal cat.
Bulma looked annoyed and leaned toward her. "Listen, I want to stay and make sure Goku gets revenge for Yamcha, or maybe that Chun guy can. But, if we leave now…!" She made an obvious grin of female lechery, holding up her pinky and forefinger and thumb of her other hand. "We might miss a chance to say hi to that Panpoot guy~"
Puar whimpered fearfully. Yamcha always had a problem with girls, either from being afraid of them or being too popular with them, and now it seemed that he also had a problem in women selection. To be honest, Puar had some misgivings about Yamcha pairing with a girl who was so intent on getting a boyfriend that she'd wish for one from a magical dragon.
For a girl whose boyfriend was just sent to the infirmary, Bulma was sure behaving giddy to get a glimpse at a movie star. She was even leaning up against the dividing wall to try to peek past the Tenkaichi poster at the next competitors.
"Hey, you see that?"
Puar's ears twitched, and she looked behind the swooning Bulma to see that men had started to bunch around behind her, their eyes intrinsically surveying Bulma's skirt, particularly when she did some leaning and tilting.
"I'm… pretty sure she's not wearing any underwear!"
"Are you serious?!"
The murmurings intensified, much to Puar's growing horror. More spectators began to knot in the throng, slowly inching closer like encroaching predators on unsuspecting prey.
"If-If she's not wearing underwear…gulp!"
"I know. It's like she's asking for it!"
"One way to find out, right?"
"Once the match starts," slobbered one man. "It's every man for himself!"
Puar knew exactly what was about to descend on the starstruck, boy-hungry Bulma. And it was her own fault too! Puar knew that, had she worn clothes, underwear was the thing she'd pack most of!
With a resolute frown and her determination to stay loyal to Yamcha, she made her decision. "Ump!"
"What?!" Bulma looked down. "Hey! Puar, what are you doing?!"
Puar had transfigured into a pair of underwear and had latched beneath Bulma's white skirt, preserving her vulnerable lady parts. "I'm-I'm going to stay here until you're safe by Yamcha's side again!" declared Puar, already feeling a sense of self-pride when she began to hear the men give sounds of disappointment – "Guess she was wearing panties after all…" – and steadily disperse.
"Puar, that's so weird!" exclaimed the blushing Bulma. Oolong was nowhere to be found, having wandered off or something in the intermission between matches, or else he would make a bigger spectacle to get Puar off. Though it was weird enough seeing a woman have an argument with her underwear before trying to rip it off.
But Puar held on resiliently. "No! I'm-I'm doing this for Yamcha!"
"Doing what for Yamcha?!" Bulma got her thumbs underneath Puar's hugging waistband and began to peel her down.
"Don't-Don't make me…!" sobbed the transformed cat.
"Cut it out, Puar!"
Holding back beyond her limits, Puar finally gave with a loud, sobbing cry and made an enhancement to her transformation. She did not want it to come to this, and she hoped one day, Yamcha could forgive her, but it seemed the only way for her to stay on and prevent other guys from climbing in.
Bulma's protests came to a halt with a restrained squeal as a protrusion grew from the crotch of her makeshift panties and speared into her; and at good girth and length. She used toys that were less that got her off. Her pussy lips had been hot from thinking of what Panpoot's cock looked like – she had been eyeing an upgrade from Yamcha for a while – and Puar's extension was a welcome stopper for her heat.
Biting her bottom lip, unable to help herself, she cooed out to Puar that she… liked it.
Puar quivered, feeling no sense of joy from this debacle. "I'm only doing it for Yamcha," she insisted, and fitted herself back in place. That shoved the phallus deeper into Bulma's convulsing quim, much to Bulma's appreciation.
"Yeah," she drawled hotly. "Keep doing it for Yamcha."
The face at the front of the panties gave a frown. What a harlot, not worthy of Yamcha. At the same time… She could grow a little bigger, yet Bulma's passage was very snug already. Was Yamcha… underwhelming?
Puar decided not to think about it and instead sate his bitch of a girlfriend; sort of like a warmup for their makeup in the hospital room. The cat huffed and committed herself to it, expanding and contracting the size of the long, rounded pole stuck inside Bulma. Though she could not thrust herself in this form – not easily, anyway – the constant change of size of her protrusion did a fine-enough job of mimicking the act of sex.
"Yes," Bulma slurred, clutching the partition between audience and ring. Wantonly, she thrust her hips toward her imaginary lover; Puar could go on believing she was imagining Yamcha, but she was confident in believing that was a lie. Poor Yamcha, she inwardly sobbed while fucking his girlfriend with sheer inflation.
The walls were becoming denser, harder for Puar to push back against with her unusual technique. She had to breathe and exert more energy to keep pumping herself to full inflation, but Bulma's excitement was proving a formidable challenge to her.
"C'mon, don't stop now," she heard Bulma pant, as though Puar wasn't struggling just to keep up.
For Yamcha!
Despite her exertions, Puar kept up the pace, taking deep breaths, expanding the pole, exhaling, relaxing, and then tensing up again. The shaking of her bodily effort actually turned out to be a boon for her, as it created some much-needed friction against Bulma's crotch that was often neglected in foreplay.
"P-Put something," Bulma slobbered, her eyes crossing and her mouth stretching in a big, orgasmic grin, "in my ass…!"
"Bulma!" exclaimed a shocked Puar, who could not bring herself to oblige that request. Her pole deflated, but it was already too late. Bulma was flooding her with messy delights, moaning and bucking toward the wall, not making too much of a spectacle when Jackie Chun was taming a Man-Wolf in the ring.
Soaked and feeling disgraced, Puar detangled from Bulma's legs, popping back into her normal form to reproach Yamcha's girlfriend panting ecstatically over the wall. "Bulma! I can't believe-yipe!"
"Not so fast, furball!"
Puar was grabbed by the scruff of her neck and held in front of the boisterous blonde standing with Bulma, who'd observed with unusually-respectful curiosity at the scene. And now Launch was grinning and ready. "How 'bout giving me some ringside entertainment?" Her green eyes swept to the tournament building with a smirk. "I'm thinkin' about givin' that Tien guy some bedside manner when Goku clobbers him, and I think you're just the cat ta help me out!" Her feet already separated in preparation.
Puar, her beady eyes growing wide with tears, sniveled. The things she did for Yamcha!
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Just a mentally-handicapped idea I thought of while watching DRAGONBALL through for the very first time. Tien really shouldn't have faded into obscurity, and neither should have Launch. And Chichi's not so bad! I think Mai's my favorite, surprisingly! Expect her with Goku soon, in a more serious (compared to this) story soon! Panpoot/Bulma later.