Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Imperial Amusements ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Bulma was still steaming from the argument she had had with her father. She hardly paid Yamcha any attention as he maneuvered the transport to the restaurant that their date was to take place in. Yamcha tried several times to draw Bulma into a conversation. It was no use however, Yamcha would ask Bulma a question and all he would receive in reply was a grunt or stony silence.

`Man, she has got one thing for her,' Yamcha thought, `She sure matches our prince's temperament.' He looked to where Bulma sat next to him in the car. He raked his eyes over her; even though he was deathly afraid of women he still liked this bit of tail. Bulma's arms were crossed under her breasts, emphasizing and lifting them a little more than their usual perky fullness. Yamcha then added to his previous thought, `Ok, she's got two things going for her, two very big things!' as Yamcha stared at Bulma, drool forming at the sides of his gaping mouth, the transport started to drift into oncoming traffic. The blaring of a horn snapped him out of his lust crazed thoughts. Swearing, he swerved the transport back into the proper lane of traffic.

Bulma was all too aware of what Yamcha had been doing and thinking. His lust filled thoughts had flickered over his face like a reflection in glass. Not only that, the puddle of drool forming on the transport floor was starting to flow its way to Bulma's feet. She rolled her eyes moving her feet a little further away from it.

Yamcha was breathing raggedly, thankful that the interior of the transport was dark enough that his rampant erection would not be noticed as easily.

He wondered why Vegeta had wanted him to take the four females out dressed in their best outfits. He had already had his date with Rianna the night before last; she had not impressed him much. She didn't wear her best outfit that was for sure. She didn't do anything with her dark red hair like Bulma had done to her light blue hair. He didn't think Bulma would turn out like this! It unnerved him greatly, he felt as though he were being watched constantly now when he was out with the females. He wanted to take Bulma away, but if he was being watched like he thought he was he didn't want to do anything that could endanger himself.

`Damn, why does she have to be so hot?' Yamcha cursed to himself, `If I weren't so afraid of the Prince and of her I would be temped to claim her myself.'

A little voice popped in his head to grate on his nerves, `You know that this is one of the few females that the Prince showed any interest in, Third-Class though she may be.' The voice in his head stated in a falsetto tone.

Yamcha's irritation skyrocketed and he snapped back at the voice only he could hear, "You are so irritating, you know that?"

"Excuse Me?" a little of her anger toward her father moving to encompass Yamcha. As Bulma glared at him, Yamcha started to stammer, "N…nothing B…Bulma." He looked as if were in pain.

Seeing Yamcha squirm under her glare, Bulma relaxed and tired to get her emotions under control. Bulma smiled a little to try and reassure Yamcha that she was not mad at him. She then turned back to the passenger side window to continue with her musings.

It was not much longer and Yamcha pulled into a parking spot in front of the restaurant. As they were seated at their table and placed their orders, Yamcha thought that this was as good a place as any to ask some questions of Bulma and not seem as if he were prying.

Yamcha cleared his throat to start to speak; however, Bulma beat him to it, "I'm sorry, Yamcha, for being such a bitch in the car on the way here. I'm just so mad at my father right now. He has never treated me that way before. He seemed so cold." She sighed and continued, "I just want to know why I have to find a mate now! I mean... I'm not even 21 yet! I don't want to be tied down yet with a troupe of mewling brats running around my legs. I want to go places, meet new people, eventually fall in love," her eyes had taken on a dreamy quality when she said the word `love'. Bulma looked down at her hands resting lightly on the table and sighed again knowing that what she wished for would never come true if she were mated.

Yamcha, reached across the table to place his hand on Bulma's. He smiled and said, "You never know what kind of mate you will end up with, or what you will be able to accomplish."

Bulma let out a small smile, easing the creases in her brow and the tension in her shoulders. She thought to herself, looking up into his trademark Saiyan eyes, `He really is a sweet man, I could be real happy with him, if I wanted.' Bulma's tension released a little more thinking such a happy thought. Even though he was a pervert, he was still intelligent and very handsome.

Yamcha noticed the tension release Bulma had just experienced and relaxed a little himself. He fidgeted a little as she was gazing into his eyes with such a look of contentment on her face. It made him nervous but made him want her even more than all the small snippets he saw of her body. He frowned inwardly at his feelings, knowing that nothing could ever come of them until Prince Vegeta had chosen his mate. He laughed at himself for wanting this Third-Class female with such unbridled fervor; he never thought he would ever look at a lower class female as a mate. His thoughts were interrupted by the buffet of food that had arrived at the table. He sighed, relieved that he wouldn't have to comment anymore on this matter, for if he did he felt he would let his tongue slip and expose more than he was willing to at the moment.

"Let's eat!" Yamcha said, giving Bulma's hand one last pat before digging into the large meal.

*Commence *Normal *Saiyan *Feasting * (eww, messy.)

Bulma straighten the lines of her dress as they exited they restaurant. She was thankful she didn't make a pig out of herself; she wasn't really hungry until she smelled the food right under her nose. She managed to not have food stuck all over her body, since she wasn't dining with her brothers she was glad she didn't have to worry about Yamcha wanting to clean her off with his tongue. She shivered at that thought, both from revulsion and exhilaration. Was she falling for this guy? She couldn't tell for sure, she mentioned it earlier to herself but now it seemed to far off for her to remember clearly.

She tried to think about something else and began to think of her father again. It was almost time for them to part and for her to face the beast that awaited her at home. She tensed again and could feel her anger rising. She had to do something to free herself of it before she got home. They were slowly strolling to the transport, Yamcha patting his stomach contentedly while she was dreading the ride home.

"Can we go for a walk, or go spar or something? I don't want to go home until I have relieved myself of this anger I have pent up from this afternoon," Bulma blurted, as Yamcha reached for the pass key for the transport. Yamcha's head shot up at the suggestion of sparring. He couldn't believe his ears, a Third-Class Saiyan FEMALE wanted to spar with him, one of the Royal Guards? It was preposterous and lethal.

Trying to take her suggestion lightly, he started to laugh uproariously, "Great joke Bulma, I think a Third-Class Saiyan like you wouldn't even have a chance sparring with a Royal Guard like me! But we can…" Before Yamcha could finish the sentence, he could hear a loud crack in his ears and he could feel his body hitting the pavement with such a velocity the cement cracked beneath him.

`What the hell happened?' he thought, as he looked up into Bulma's furious face, her skirt was pulled up and she was in a fighting stance.

"THIRD-CLASS FEMALE?!! Is that all I am to you?" Bulma was screaming at him. Yamcha picked himself off the ground touching the side of his face that had begun to hurt. He could feel the side of his jaw had been shattered; his worst fear became a reality when he tried to speak to Bulma to ask why she was so upset.

"Bulmaaaaaaaahhhh!" he screamed, as the pain from his jaw hit him full force. Yamcha dropped to his knees, unbelieving that a female had shattered his jaw. The fear in his face blaring like a neon sign up at Bulma. She smirked at him, relaxing her stance, and smoothing her dress back into place.

"So you still think a Third-Class Saiyan female couldn't stand to a Royal Guard?" Bulma taunted, her anger flowing freely from her now and releasing her muscles.

"When you finally get some better manners come back and talk to me other than that we are through," Bulma sneered down at Yamcha, spitting on him to get her point across. She raised her ki level enough to pick her feet off the ground.

"I can see myself home as well. And don't come calling on me again or I will put you out of your misery," she stated flatly, with a cold glint in her eye as she turned from the kneeling figure of Yamcha and blasted off toward her home.

Yamcha was frozen, blood running down his chin from his injury, staring up at her diminishing figure in the starry, night sky. He felt completely defeated, all of his pride crushed under one beautiful weakling's boot. He believed he could possibly make do with a Third-Class female like her.

`Only her…' he thought desperately. He lost his chance, with the only female Vegeta had chosen that he remotely liked. He was hoping Vegeta would give him death soon. He couldn't bear his predicament any longer.

In a nearby tree, a shadowy figure grunted to himself, as he watched the scene play out before him. The female was strong and beautiful; she excited him to no extent. She would make a nice prize, but he had yet to see the other two females. This one, Bulma, he would not forget her…