Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Days of Their Lives ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Days of Their Lives

By. Veggie-girl

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Yamcha pulled up into the parking lot of the new club. Bright lights were flashing wildly ouside of the building in wicked designs. A humanoid cat was on the roof with a naked chicks legs spread out before him, and big, bold, curvy letters spelt out ' Cat Daddy's' and in smaller print underneath it that sad, ' Dance and Strip Club'.

Bulma was appalled. Her boyfriend was taking her to see naked chicks! The nerve. She looked at his face. His eyes were as big as the cat on the sign's, as he stared at a passing blonde. Even more appalled, she happened to glimpse Arsenio. He was staring right at her. She felt her cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze. It was quite unsettling about him that she couldn't put a finger on. It was kinda like the feeling she got when she was around Vegeta; an unhuman arura that scared her.

Yamcha finally reailized that Bulma was there and noy looking too pleased with him. He put his hand behind his head and gave the classic Yamcha laugh. The one he gave when he was nerves. He knew he was caught and knew it was smart not to try and play it off. He put his arm around her shoulders and walked up to the door. The security guard looked at him quizzically. Yamcha noticed him as one of the ex-boyfriends of one of his past lays. When the guy started to say something, Yamcha pulled him over to the side, handed him $300 for his silence, then rejoined Bulma. They walked into the club, Arsenio following not so far behind.

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Arsenio regarded Yamcha with a look of disgust. Yamcha had chastised him about screwing up,

yet he flirts with anything in a skirt. Bulma, he noted, noticed as well. She gave Yamcha a disgrunted like before heading to the bar and ordering a round of vodka and a few shots of tequila. 'Poor girl', he thought, 'it's too bad we're gonna have to kill her.'

He walked over to her and sat down beside her, ordered a Bottle of Vodka, and turned to face her, " Hey, sweetness, bored too, eh?" He said with a nod towards the front door, " Wanna get out of here?"

Bulma looked at him, then at Yamcha, who was at the moment wiggling his wiggly in a dark haired femaled jiggly booty. Her wondered if Yamcha even noticed a guy doing the very same to him? Yamcha had had no drinks, so he couldn't be drunk. Bulma looked at the threesome closer. Yamcha was banging hard to the beat on the attractive female. She had her head thrown back in an erotic way, enjoying it. The guy Was dipping in between Yamcha's legs, and coming back up, in a hard but slow thrust of his slim pelvis. Bulma might have found all this erotica very arousing, if it had not been Yamcha up there.

Someone in the crowd found this sexy. She yelled and screamed and moaned, letting everyone know how turned on she was. Yamcha was enjoying it all. He decided to bring it to the stage. People were wild about this and threw money on the stage. Twenties and Fifties were flying. Yamcha grinned at Bulma as if to say " Come and join me."

Bulma had had enough. She got up and went up to the DJ and requested a slow, exotic, but a phat beated song. She grabbed Arsenio's hand and dragged him up on the stage as Yamcha and his orgy danced off the stage. When the beta started, Bulma began a slow, leisured, but thoroughly arousing rythm on Arsenio's front. She went up slowly, brushing against Arsenio's rock hard arousal, but paid little heed to it. So wrapped up in giving Yamcha a dose of his own medicine, that she really didn't notice what she was doing to him. She turned around to face him, her eyes closed, and put her arms around his neck, threw one leg around his waist, and rolled. Her belly brushed against chisaled abes, he pelvis grinded into his. It wasn't until the song ended, did she reailize that her movements had turned him on as well as all the males present, and even some of the contreversial females.

She quickly stepped away from Arsenio and searched the crowd for Yamcha. He appeared to be as aroused as everybody else. But he didn't seem angry at all. In fact, he had that pleased look on his face again. Angered that she hadn't achieved her goal, Bulma stormed off the stage. She got her purse and walked out of the building. On her way to her capsule car, she ran into Arsenio. How he'd gotten there before her was beyond her. She looked at him curiously.

" Did you need something?" She ask him briskly, she wanted to go home.

" I was.. I mean.. You weren't just going to leave me like this?" Arsenio asked. referring to the huge bulge in his baggy jeans. From what Bulma could see, he was huge.

" What do you mean? what did you expect me to do?" Bulma asked, baffled. Did he really expect her.. for her to.... The Nerve!!

" You know all to well Bulma, I'm hard for you, but you are thinking to just leave me that way aren't you?" Arsenio said as he stepped toward her, " That's fine 'Bulma', I love of challenge." And with that He lunged at her, catching her in his arms.

Bulma, having that big mouth of hers, let out o blood curdling scream that nearly destroyed Arsenio's sensitive ears. Instinctively, He brought his hands to his ears. Being as close as he was to Bulma, when he brought his hand up, he hit Bulma. Light to Saiyan measure, but powerful in human standards. Bulma jerked back and hit the cement ground hard. Bulma let out a pained yell. Trying to get up, despite the immense pain she was in, she struggled to regain her footing. She could already feel the side of her face beginning to swell, almost feel the color of her porcelain skin going from creamy white to black and blue. She looked at Arsenio, shock written all over her face.

" Now look what you made me do bitch!" He shouted at her. He grabbed her roughly, kissed her hard and released her, " Keep your mouth closed, or next time, I might not be so leniate." And with that he shot into the sky.

Bulma got up and ran to her car, tears streaming down her face. Her started it and sped home. Luckly she got home without getting pulled over or runnung into a tree. Her right eye and jaw was swollin' and she could barely see. She pulled into the driveway, swerving into the grass. She stumbled out of her car and up the stairs and onto her porch. She was about to turn the knob when it opened, to reveal a certain Saiyan Prince. He took one look at her face, and immedately became angry for some reason beyond both of them. Too angry to wonder why HE cared he asked,

"What the hell happened to you Bulma?" and then she collapsed in his arms.

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