Chapter Nineteen: Yamcha's Decision

Yamcha had not taken his eyes off of Bulma since she came through the door. He was worried about her of course, but she also looked more beautiful than even he had thought possible.

He watched as she and Vegeta mingled through the crowd and felt jealously surge through his body like adrenaline as the Saiyan kept his arm wrapped possessively around her tiny waist.

Bulma looked amazing and unfortunately, so did Vegeta. Yamcha looked down at his fancy designer suit. He had thought himself so clever in choosing his tux in canary yellow, but now he felt almost garish in comparison to the Saiyan Prince.

If it wasn't bad enough watching his ex-girlfriend enjoying herself on the arm of a madman, it was excruciating for him to see them settle off into a darkened corner for what he assumed would be a 'private' conversation.

"Where in the Hell is Milan?" he wondered with growing impatience. His date had gone off to the bathroom ages ago and had yet to return. He had to talk to Bulma but was too much of a gentleman to abandon his current date to face off with his former girlfriend. Once he had the chance, how would he convince Bulma of the truth? He frantically optioned several scenarios in which he could pull her away from the little murderer, so he could relate the incident he witnessed at Capsule Corp earlier in the day.

"She has to believe me now!" he thought with desperation. "And then maybe once she sees the bastard for what he really is, she'll come back to me."

That last thought was surprising. 'When did he make the conscious decision to win Bulma back?' Well, seeing her tonight in that flimsy dress had certainly strengthened his resolve, but seeing her at the side of Vegeta was a factor too. "I'll get you, you little Saiyan prick!' he muttered to himself.

Vegeta may have caught Bulma's fancy for the moment, but Yamcha has years of trust built into his relationship with his ex-lover. Once she heard how Vegeta murdered the gardener in cold blood-the Saiyan would be out on his ass. This thought made him smile.

Milan found Yamcha staring blatantly at a couple tucked away in a corner. She suppressed a strong desire to belt him a good one. It was bad enough that he had shown up at her door wearing a yellow tux for a formal black tie event, but then he had the nerve to openly ignore her all evening.

She cast a quick glance to the couple in the corner and felt her heart jump into her throat.

"That must be the Briefs Woman and her date!" She had heard talk in the bathroom about the arrival of the Capsule Corp heiress and her mysterious escort, a Prince! The gossipmongers had been generous in their description of the man, but even they had certainly not done the man justice. He was gorgeous…what little she could see of him. But it didn't take an elitist eye to see the raw power radiating off the man or the way his expensive suit sculpted his perfect body. Milan was intrigued and excited for the first time that evening. "Things have finally gotten interesting," she said to herself. She gave a small tug on the sleeve of Yamcha's jacket to gain his attention.

"Miss me lover?" she purred in a husky whisper.

Yamcha turned away from Bulma with reluctance and scowled at his date. "What in Gods name took you so long? I never had to wait that long for Bulma to go to the bathroom!"

Milan gave Yamcha a sickly sweet smile while holding her temper in check. She had formulated an impromptu plan that necessitated staying on Yamcha's good side for a while longer. The baseball star was obviously still in love with his former girlfriend. All Milan had to do was convince him of this truth so he could win back her heart, leaving the Prince open season for the center fold model.

"A couple of slow dances and a long romantic moonlight stroll should do the trick," she thought as she watched Yamcha's eyes wander back towards the darkened corner. "And then I can move in for the kill!"

Milan draped her arm around his muscular fore arm and suggested he introduce her to the 'famous' Bulma Briefs. Yamcha jumping at the chance to get to Bulma, readily agreed and half-dragged his stiletto clad date towards the segregated pair.

As it turned out, Milan soon found she had greatly under-estimated Bulma, in all aspects. Not only was the Briefs woman beautiful with a body that rivaled her own, Milan soon found out catching the eye of the sexy Prince was not as easy as she had imagined.

They found the couple in a heated embrace, oblivious to anyone else in the room. From her vantage point, Milan could only the man's dark flame of hair as he stood with his back to the Ball Room. She could also see Bulma, her eyes closed and her face alight with rapture. Further observation showed the man in the elegantly tailored tux to be fondling the blue haired woman while growling seductively in her ear.

Bulma didn't know what had possessed her to place Vegeta's hands upon her breasts, but now that they had taken a life of their own, she decided she never wanted them to stop.

His hands! The very same hands that had one time exterminated entire races, were now causing her entire body to shudder with pleasure. He was touching her with such a gentle and eager curiosity she was sure she would have crumbled had he also not been holding her in a tight embrace.

He lowered his mouth close to her ear and began to murmur, in the lost language of the Saiyan race, exactly what he would like to do to her once they found themselves alone.

Of course, Bulma had no idea what he was saying, but his deep sexy voice and tantalizing exploration of his hands were driving her insane. She felt intoxicated from the pleasure and yearned to rip off her dress and impale herself upon the hardness of his arousal. She groaned softly and turned her face towards his. She was filled with an incredible urge to kiss his wicked and wonderful mouth, to stop his verbal torture and consummate an attack of her own.

Vegeta, a creature used to the unbridled passion of hate, now used his Saiyan will power to control this unfamiliar surge of lust that coursed through his blood. He had never felt compatible with anyone, ever. But standing in this human-infested ballroom, holding Bulma in his arms, listening to her moans of pleasure-

For this first time in his life Vegeta felt content. The destruction of his planet, his servitude under Frieza, his imperfections in comparison to Kakarott-

None of it mattered! An epiphany hitting him full force in the guise of a blue-haired beauty, he lost his futile battle for constraint and began to whisper to her every dirty thought he'd ever had about her.

He started with the first moment he saw her on Namek and told her exactly what he would have done, had he not been so obsessed with finding the Dragon Balls. He shared this and more, depicting in his native tongue, every carnal act imaginable, never once halting the canvassing of his hands over her exquisite body.

And although he spoke to her in Saiyan, as he had never fully educated himself on the Earthling language of erotica, the clever girl knew intuitively what he spoke. She uttered an enticing groan and submitted her lips for an oral caress.

Vegeta knew that once they kissed the night would suddenly gain an alternative ending. The heated embrace would lead to a very hasty departure. The Saiyan Prince suddenly wished (very badly) that he had asked Kakarott to teach him instant transmission. "We could be home and naked in seconds!' he noted with disdain.

He decided a darkened corner of the expansive grounds would do for the time being and lowered his mouth to the delectable rose bud lips of the blue-haired Goddess

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"A-Hem…!"

Yamcha rudely cleared his throat, interrupting the moment of intimacy between the two. Bulma's eyes flashed open as she became aware of their audience.

There stood Yamcha and his date, both frowning and looking like walking caricatures. Her ex, sporting a bright yellow designer suit, flanked by his black leather halter-dress clad date. She suppressed a giggle as Vegeta pulled her in for a quick hard kiss. "We are not done with this Bulma," he warned as he pulled away.

"Gods, I hope not!" she replied as she wiped a smudge of lipstick off his lips. He cast her a mischievous smile and turned to address the source of interruption.

"I thought I sensed the ki of a Weakling," he said with a lazy drawl as he gave both Yamcha and his date the once-over.

The Earthling fighter clenched his fists defensively and spat, "Well, it's a Hell of a lot better than having the ki of a mass-murderer, don't cha' think?"

"Nice suit, did you buy it second-hand off of a clown? It matches your personality," countered the Saiyan. He loved to insult Yamcha. The pathetic Earthling was an easy target for Vegeta's quick wit.

"Yeah well, at least my date didn't have to buy my suit for me! It looks like even the Capsule Corp millions can turn a butcher into a gentleman," sniffed the All-Star.

Vegeta advanced forward to further insult the Earthling and his date, but was cut off by Bulma. "How nice to see you Yamcha, are you enjoying the party?" she asked hoping to prevent an impending fight.

Yamcha smiled and nodded enthusiastically, "I am now. Man, you look hot tonight Bulma!"

Bulma smiled at his compliment and tried to think of something gracious (or even tactful) to say in return. Yamcha saved her the trouble by pulling her into an affectionate embrace.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed in displeasure. Not only had the Weakling interrupted yet another prime opportunity to bed Bulma, but also had the nerve to touch his Woman with a sickening over-familiarity. The vein in Vegeta's right temple began to throb as he imagined himself ripping Yamcha's arms right from their sockets.

Milan took advantage of Bulma's momentary distraction and dropped herself into a cleavage baring curtsey. "I'm pleased to meet you Your Highness, my name is Milan."

Vegeta eyed her deep valley and huge breasts with interest. He hadn't needed the warning from Bulma regarding the authenticity of the woman's mammoth sized chest. Vegeta had watched more than his share of adult films. He learned quickly that perfect breasts were a rarity with this female species, with Bulma being the obvious exception.

But they were still provocative to look at and he itched to reach out and give one of the swollen globes a quick squeeze.

Milan mistook the Saiyan's morbid curiosity for genuine attraction. She rose out of her curtsey and noted his gaze fixated on her chest and gave them a suggestive jiggle. "This is going to be too easy!" she concluded as his eyes followed her every movement.

The man was magnificent and she could feel her pulse quicken as she closed the distance between them. Emboldened by his admiration, she moved towards the sexy Prince. She lowered her eyes submissively, noticing for the first time his heightened state of excitement.

"Oh - Your Highness, you seem pleased to meet me as well. I can help you with this, you know," she murmured brushing her hand against his groin.

He swatted her hand away with a growl. "That for is her," he said gesturing towards Bulma, who was desperately trying to disengage herself from the tangle of Yamcha's overly friendly embrace.

Vegeta crossed his arms before his chest to prevent the female from invading any more of his personal space. He watched the Weakling's date warily. He knew what she was attempting and he smiled knowing her feeble seductions would not work on him.

An unpleasant salty reminder filled his mouth and he frowned at the memory of his last run-in with a woman associated with the Earthling fighter. He would not fall for such trickery again. Besides, Bulma far out-classed this female by a long shot.

Even Vegeta, with his limited knowledge of women could recognize this. And he guessed the Weakling did too, because he hadn't taken his eyes (or hands) off of Bulma for an instant.

He watched with a satisfied silence as the dark-haired, scantily clad woman with drew her hand in sputtering protest. Her dark eyes blackened with anger and she turned to flash a glare of hate towards Bulma. "How in the Hell did that blue-haired witch keep such a strangle-hold on the affections of these men?"

She saw Yamcha trying to lead Bulma away for a private conversation. Unfortunately the willful heiress was not cooperating. "Come on Babe! I have to talk to you. This is a matter of life and death," he begged, a whine penetrating the urgency in his voice.

"Let go, Yamcha!" she hissed.

"Trust me Bulma, this is something you need to hear. It's about Vegeta. I have proof that the little assassin is back to old ways. I saw something when I stopped at Capsule Corp to pick up my cufflinks." He explained, pulling on her arm in an attempt to lead her away from Vegeta.

"Yamcha let go of my arm. I've already heard your opinions on Vegeta, besides-there's no way I'm leaving HER alone with HIM!" she frowned, gesturing towards Milan. The centerfold model was giving the Saiyan Prince a dangerous look that did not sit well with Bulma. To Vegeta's credit and to Bulma's relief, he appeared rather unaffected by the voluptuous woman's presence.

Yamcha tugged on her arm once more. "Let her have him, they're perfect for each other. Look at the two of them," he said turning her towards Vegeta and Milan. "She's a slut, he's rotten and depraved!" he shouted. His voice carried throughout the ballroom, causing several partygoers to look their way.

Vegeta snorted at the remark. He could care less what the weakling thought of him. Milan on the other hand gasped in outrage over his less than flattering remark.

Bulma pried his fingers off her arm digging her long nails into Yamcha's arm in a nasty pinch. "Don't you dare unleash your little whore on Vegeta!" she warned him with a snarl. "He is with me tonight!"

Yamcha backed off, apologetically. "OK Bulma, but promise to hear me out. I saw something today that might just change your mind about your precious little Prince."

Bulma released her pinch-hold on his skin and smiled as Milan came stomping towards them. "It looks like you've upset your date Yamcha." The look in his date's eyes mirrored the ferocity of her anger. Bulma almost felt sorry for her tactless ex-boyfriend. She turned and gave him a sympathetic smile. "They've announced dinner, I will hear you out after our presentations, if you promise to keep a tighter leash on your girlfriend."

Yamcha nodded and gulped as his furious date approached. A large sweat drop rolled down his cheek and he tugged nervously on the collar of his designer shirt. He watched helpless as Bulma swept gracefully to Vegeta's side and joined her arm with his.

She gave the Prince an adoring smile and Yamcha felt a hard lump form in his throat. He was losing Bulma to the arrogant little bastard and the pain with this realization hurt far worse than the stinging slap delivered by his date.

"You deserve a kick in the balls for the way you've treated me tonight Yamcha, first ignoring me all night and then insulting my honor." Milan would have really let loose on the baseball player but the puppy-dog sadness engulfing him, pulled on her meager heartstrings.

Yamcha sighed, rubbing his reddened cheek forlornly as he watched Bulma and Vegeta make their way through the crowd. He gave an acknowledging nod to his date and smiled, "You have every right to be pissed off with me Milan. I'm sorry. It's just that Bulma…"

Milan nodded casting a glance at the departing couple. "Believe it or not Yamcha, I have a soft spot for true love. It's obvious to me that you are still in love with her."

The Earthling fighter faced his date, astonished by her perception. "How can you tell?" he asked. Bulma and Vegeta had not yet left the ballroom, their progress impeded by a group of overly zealous socialites. Yamcha cast an envious glance towards the handsome couple, "Too bad for me, she's already in love with Vegeta."

Milan smiled and entwined Yamcha's arm with her own. "This is where I come into the picture. I can help you win back the heart of Bulma Briefs." She gave him a soft tug to encourage a slow stroll towards the door.

Yamcha walked with her in silence, and then stopped suddenly. "Why would you do that Milan? Why would you hook me up with Bulma, especially after the way I treated you tonight?" he asked giving her a look of distrust.

"What's in it for you?"

Milan smiled innocently at her date. She would not divulge her plan entirely, but in order to make it work she would have to be somewhat honest with Yamcha.

"Like I said, I'm a total sucker for true love and it is simple to see that you and Bulma are perfect for each other. Besides, I've taken quite a fancy to that mysterious Prince she is with."

Yamcha shook his head, "No way Milan. Vegeta is not what he seems. He is a very bad man. I can't in good conscience allow you to couple with that maniac. He'll destroy you. I like you Milan. You deserve better than him…Hell…you deserve better than me!"

Milan laughed and pulled Yamcha back into a stroll. Bulma and her date had exited the ballroom. She wasn't about to let the Prince out of her sight, not even for a moment.

"Yamcha, I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. I've always envisioned myself with a man like Vegeta…sexy…dangerous and domineering. That is what I'm looking for in a man, no offense."

Yamcha shook his head again, this time laughing. "None taken. I'll consider it a huge compliment not to be lumped in with the likes of him. Are you sure you want Vegeta? He will possibly destroy you and I mean that in more ways than one."

Milan studied the dark haired Prince as he and the heiress were stopped by yet another group of people. She could see, even from a distance his bored detachment to the events going on around him. The Mayor and his wife were currently doing their best to engage him in conversation as the crowd slowly made its way to the dining area.

His raw sexuality mixed with the aristocratic swagger gave her goose bumps and when he suddenly turned and caught her gaze through the crowd she gasped. "He's an animal isn't he?"

It was a rhetorical question really, but Yamcha surprised her by exclaiming, "Wow! How did you know?"

Vegeta gave Milan a slow cruel smile, which nearly caused her knees to buckle. Yamcha, oblivious to the spell cast upon his date continued, "Vegeta is a power hungry little monster. I don't understand what Bulma sees in him. He even tried to kill me for Kami's sake!"

Bulma whispered something to the Prince thus breaking his connection with Milan. The model turned her attention back to Yamcha, who was still blaspheming the Saiyan.

"So what is Prince Vegeta's story? This is the second time you've called him a 'killer'. He looks harmless enough, a little arrogant, but harmless."

Yamcha rolled his eyes, "A little arrogant? Jeesh, that's an understatement!"

How much could he tell her about the Saiyan without sounding like a total nut case?

"Vegeta used to work for a tyrant named Frieza. Together they are responsible for the deaths of more innocent people than you could possibly imagine, Milan. Looks can be deceiving. That man is pure evil and I can't believe Bulma has fallen for him! She knows exactly what he is and she used to hate him as much as the rest of us!"

Milan blinked at the vehemence in Yamcha's voice. 'Who knew the man was capable of such deep-seated emotions?' He had never shown such passion towards anything in the brevity of their acquaintance, not even during sex.

She decided she would use this to her advantage. "I am more than willing to take on the Prince, but I need you to tell me one thing, how powerful is Vegeta?"

Yamcha narrowing his eyes in disgust replied, "He is the second most powerful man on this planet."

Milan grinned, misunderstanding Yamcha's meaning, but still thrilled by the information.

"He is almost too good to be true," she murmured. Yamcha frowned and wondered what it was about Vegeta that drove women ape-shit?

"It must be that bad-ass attitude of his," he decided. He listened as Milan divulged her plan of seduction and hoped just this once, the nice guy would not be the one finishing last.