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@yamwarrior continued
❝Oh, we would definitely do more than just sleeping,❞ Bulma teased. She didn’t just get dressed like this for no reason.
He was going to get laid tonight. That was it. He was going to get laid. He was going to be able to have sex. She wouldn’t just dress like this for a handjob, right? Even a blowjob! They were going the full mile. A home run.
“O-oh, yeah?”
Infected
yamwarrior:
It had been a while since he’d been home. He’d been training for months, out in the forest. No humans around, only relying on himself. He made some breakthroughs, and had ultimately gotten stronger. But after he’d realized just how much time had passed, he figured it was probably time to head back home. Bulma’d get angry at him otherwise, after all. Yell at him for being gone and leaving her all alone. So he packed up what little stuff he did, tried to clean himself best he could in the situation he was in, and headed out in the direction of home.
The strange thing was, as he headed closer to the nearest town, he started stumbling across… People. People who seemed lifeless. They wandered without thinking about it, with rotten, half-eaten flesh. A couple tried to attack him; grab him and bite. They didn’t succeed, and he pounded them across the forest for even trying, but by the time he reached town… He realized that it was a lot more than just a few people here and there. There were entire crowds. He was lucky enough to take a good enough look just from forest lines.
It took him a while to come up with a plan. Eventually he found one and used their guts. He’d seen it in a movie– he covered himself with the guts, and walked with them while pretending to be a zombie. it worked well enough. He managed to get far with that, occasionally stopping to rest in forested areas in the trees. It took him around a week or two before he even managed to reach the Capsule Corporation.
It was boarded up, but he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone was inside. It was at least worth it to try and look and see if someone was inside, right? That was his thought process when he began climbing the building. Nearly as soon as he did it, his unusual behavior got the attention of the lifeless corpses he’d been walking with. But after a bit of climbing up the domed building, holding onto the windows, he was out of reach. And when he was high enough up and at small enough of a slope that he wasn’t scared of falling, he banged on the closest window.
“ANYONE HOME?” He damn sure hoped so, with that swarm gathering to try and get him down below.
Bulma had worked up a routine since then– every morning she would look at the Dragon Radar and then look outside to see if the swarm had moved some. But from the looks of things, they only seemed to grow in number every single day. And she knew she would have to do something– maybe build something out of the spare parts in her lab. Something that would attract them away from the dragonball so she could collect it and then get out of there unscathed.
So she went down to her lab and collected everything that could be useful to her. But then she heard a heavy thud and she stopped at once. She looked up and felt her heart drop right her stomach– her breaths heavy as the realization washed over her.
What if… what if they were trying to get in? What if they climbed up and tried to force themselves in? What if they succeeded?!
Bulma raced to the end of the lab and grabbed her pistol and held it away from her at arms length. Taking slow steps up the stairs and looking both ways– behind her. Those bastards always snuck up on people, and she wasn’t going to let herself get caught.
By the time she reached up the stairs, she heard the loud thud once again. And then– that voice! Tears erupted as she ran to him.
❝YAMCHA! Yamcha is that you!!?❞ She was so elated–! She didn’t think she would ever see him again! She thought he had died out with the rest of them! Oh Gods, it was such a relief! Bulma raced to the window to let him in. ❝YAMCHA, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?❞ She shouted at him. ❝I thought you were dead! Why haven’t you bothered to call me?! I was so scared!❞
Those things were really trying hard to climb the slope of the building. And his hands could only latch onto things so well. Shit. He banged harder, planning on busting through as it seemed no one was coming. That was it; he’d have to bust through the window and try to board it up again as soon as possible. He began gathering ki in his hand for a spirit ball, but just as he did, someone came rushing to his rescue and slid the window open. He climbed in with a vocal sigh of relief, coupled with laughter from his situation. Huh. So she... She survived.
Honestly, he thought she’d be dead, or long gone. By her blabbering and sobs, she thought the same of him. He gave her a sheepish grin as she cried, at least trying to give her comfort by wrapping his arms around her. How long had she been here, anyway? Must have been a while. With nowhere to go. Damn. Anyone else would have starved by now. Lucky her that she lived in the Capsule Corporation.
“I was training! I didn’t even realize anything happened until I decided to head home! Then I kept running into these guys. I, uh... I realized as long as I act like I’m one of them and cover my body in their guts, they don’t attack you. That’s how I made it all the way over here. What the hell happened? Where’d all these things come from? Or, uh... How’d they turn?” He’d seen enough zombie movies to know this kind of shit. He didn’t really think it’d be possible, though. Honestly...
He let out another long sigh as his heart calmed now that they were in a safe situation and he’d found Bulma. Her parents didn’t seem to be popping up to check on them, but the building was large. For all he knew, maybe they were just on the other end and hadn’t heard. He had a bad feeling about it, though. ...Didn’t matter. At least Bulma was safe. He looked down at her for a good few seconds before pressing a forceful kiss to her lips, if only to let her know he was glad she was safe.
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“I didn’t think you’d be the kind of guy that likes watching this kind of crap reality show, Vegeta.” What had he seen when he waltzed in, hands in his pockets? Vegeta watching one of Bulma’s favorite shows, revolving around some irritable group of girls that ran around in their underwear and got into fights (physical and verbal) with one another. “You do know how to change the channel, right? You haven’t just been forcing yourself to watch this?”
“I know how a damn television works.” his hard voice grouched out, but Vegeta never turned around. His glaring eyes glued to the program. Maybe it was due to him not wanting to admit that he hadn’t considered turning the channel (one would of thought he’d of been more of a sports guy), but more likely it was because he just didn’t want to give Yamcha the satisfaction of knowing he’d been watching it of his own free will. All damn afternoon.
“Though I can understand you’re distaste,” there was a jab coming, “..don’t you get enough bitching from that woman of yours?” and there it was, Vegeta was basically calling Yamcha pussy whipped. If it were his woman he wouldn’t stand for that type of behavior. He was enjoying watching the females claw and yell at one another.
“That so?” So he was watching the show of his own free will. Maybe it reminded him of his home planet or something. Saiyans did like fighting, after all. It made sense he liked to watch girls that fought. Maybe this was basically Saiyan porn. ...Actually, he had a good idea.
“The complaining isn’t too bad when you get to do more than just look. But I’m sure the yelling gets annoying on this show. Don’t you want to watch something different?” He was risking getting his ass kicked, but nonetheless he jumped over the couch and grabbed the remote-- taking a moment to find the channel, and turning women’s wrestling.
“How about this, huh?”
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“I guess I shouldn’t have expected you to stay a kid forever, but it’s still weird getting used to the fact you’re so much bigger now. How long’s it gonna be until you get taller than me?” The two men had found each other while training in the forest. Yamcha had already been fairly close, but how could he be blamed for seeking out his friend after feeling his ki signature nearby? It was a useful trick he’d recently learned, and figured it’d be a good way of practicing being able to sense them.
After he’d found Goku, they’d opted to take a break between training, instead sitting around and relaxing on the grassy ground and catching up. The sky was getting cloudy, and he could smell the atmosphere changing as it got ready to rain. Maybe they should go find shelter soon. Eh, he’d wait till he started to feel raindrops. They were alright for now.
“How’s life with Chi-Chi anyway? You ran off to get married so soon, without even really knowing her. Is she a good wife? Kind of silly, thinking that you’ve gotten married before I did.” Really, how did this kid basically have everything Yamcha wanted in life? If he wasn’t so fond of Goku, he might be a little jealous.
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“I didn’t think you’d be the kind of guy that likes watching this kind of crap reality show, Vegeta.” What had he seen when he waltzed in, hands in his pockets? Vegeta watching one of Bulma’s favorite shows, revolving around some irritable group of girls that ran around in their underwear and got into fights (physical and verbal) with one another. “You do know how to change the channel, right? You haven’t just been forcing yourself to watch this?”
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yamwarrior:
He kept up a light jog all the way to the Capsule Corp, but even then he didn’t let her go. No, he was too pumped, and it was like a tiny bit of training anyway– even if she really wasn’t that heavy. Or heavy by any stretch of the imagination, really. So he kept up the jog all the way to her room, and only then did he set her back on her feet.
“Phew! So you said I can’t sleep in here tonight, but I’m still allowed to get ready in here, aren’t I? Since I basically keep all my stuff in your room and all. I’ll stay out of your way if you let me just take a quick shower in your bathroom.”
When he took off running, Bulma clung onto him as if she were just another layer of his clothing. Her eyes wide as she watched everything blur past her. And for a moment, she felt sick to her stomach. Closing her eyes shut, she turned away and pressed against his chest. She could feel his toned chest beneath her fingertips and all she could do was hold on tight.
When he finally put her back on her feet, she staggered back and immediately recollected herself, as if nothing happened before. Her gaze narrowed and her arms over her chest as she glared at her boyfriend.
❝Yeah–sure. Just do it quickly, okay?❞ She huffed at him angrily, but it didn’t come out like she had wanted. She wanted to make him regret what he had done, and neither her tone or the fact that she was flustered was going to help.
“You’re sure?” What was that weird look on her face? She was red all over, but she sounded like she was constipated or something. Did he accidentally shake her too much on the way there? Well... She did give him the go-ahead. So he’d just try to be as quick as possible. But just to make sure she was alright, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek before darting into the room.
He went straight to the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom, already pulling off his shirt on the way there. He closed the doors behind him, and only a couple minutes later, water from the shower being turned on could be heard. Quick shower. That’s what she said. If she really was constipated, she might get even angrier at him for making her wait too long.
Yamcha doodle oh him in some street clothes X3
“Hey, um… Those are, uh, nice pajamas.”
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She figured since he was spending the night in her room that she would dress in something a little more.. intimate. Something revealing– frilly; something she knew that would have Yamcha drooling like an idiot as soon as he saw her.
❝Yeah? You like it?❞
“Y... Yeah. It looks really... Really nice.” He nodded his head, his cheeks completely flushed as he said it. What else was he supposed to say? “You’re going to be sleeping in that, huh?” Man, did he sound like an idiot. And he knew it.
yamwarrior:
“R…Really!?” Oh, wow, thank god! He was so sure he’d be stuck sleeping on a park bench! He wiped his forehead in relief, not even caring that she’d complained that he smelled like a dumpster. Even if it meant not getting any tonight–hey, no promises, right?–it was better than being left out in the cold!
“Alright, let’s go home now and get ready, then!” Without warning, he leaned down and locked his arms around her just below her butt, and picked her up with ease. Carrying her with him in the direction of the Capsule Corp, at the end of the block.
❝You heard me! Now quit fooling around, and– oh!❞ Her eyes widened as Yamcha swept her off her feet. Her hands instinctively reaching to wrap around his neck as he took off. And so quickly too.
No matter how many times they had done this, Bulma couldn’t help but feel excited as she moved closer to him. He felt so hot against her, and she could feel just how much stronger he had gotten over the past few months. All that training was definitely starting to show. And it was making hard for her to stay mad at him.
He kept up a light jog all the way to the Capsule Corp, but even then he didn’t let her go. No, he was too pumped, and it was like a tiny bit of training anyway-- even if she really wasn’t that heavy. Or heavy by any stretch of the imagination, really. So he kept up the jog all the way to her room, and only then did he set her back on her feet.
“Phew! So you said I can’t sleep in here tonight, but I’m still allowed to get ready in here, aren’t I? Since I basically keep all my stuff in your room and all. I’ll stay out of your way if you let me just take a quick shower in your bathroom.”
It's Sexual Sunday so...
rpmememaker:
send my muse inappropriate questions
flirt with them anonymously or not
try to make them blush
kiss them at random
send me terrible pickup lines
get my muse hot and bothered
Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!
It's Sexual Sunday so...
rpmememaker:
send my muse inappropriate questions
flirt with them anonymously or not
try to make them blush
kiss them at random
send me terrible pickup lines
get my muse hot and bothered
Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!
Infected
@yamwarrior
She remembered the first time she thought about looking for the Dragon Balls, she wanted them purely out of selfishness. But after the news of a strange infection spreading through-out West City, she had another objective in mind.
And well– the first time she tried it, she had to run back into her house after she ran into a crowd of those infected people. Barricading herself and wishing she had the courage to do it before the outbreak. She just didn’t know any better at that time. No one knew any better about what the infection did or how to contain it; to keep it from spreading.
Past the twenty-four hour mark, there was a city wide evacuation. But that was before she head out to grab the two dragon balls that showed up on the dragon radar map. She wasn’t there to hear about what was going on, or why the city was completely deserted when she finally made it back home.
She tried calling her parents, but there was something wrong with the signal. Or it was jammed? She hoped wherever they were was much safer than it was back home.
From the looks of things now, they weren’t getting any better. And her supply was low– down to just a few weeks worth of food to sustain herself. There was no way she could stay behind in these conditions.
Bulma sighed as she grabbed her map and spread it over the table. There were large markings over the heavily affected areas. Downtown was off limits– it was heavily infested there. But it was the only way she knew how to get what she needed to survive.
It had been a while since he’d been home. He’d been training for months, out in the forest. No humans around, only relying on himself. He made some breakthroughs, and had ultimately gotten stronger. But after he’d realized just how much time had passed, he figured it was probably time to head back home. Bulma’d get angry at him otherwise, after all. Yell at him for being gone and leaving her all alone. So he packed up what little stuff he did, tried to clean himself best he could in the situation he was in, and headed out in the direction of home.
The strange thing was, as he headed closer to the nearest town, he started stumbling across... People. People who seemed lifeless. They wandered without thinking about it, with rotten, half-eaten flesh. A couple tried to attack him; grab him and bite. They didn’t succeed, and he pounded them across the forest for even trying, but by the time he reached town... He realized that it was a lot more than just a few people here and there. There were entire crowds. He was lucky enough to take a good enough look just from forest lines.
It took him a while to come up with a plan. Eventually he found one and used their guts. He’d seen it in a movie-- he covered himself with the guts, and walked with them while pretending to be a zombie. it worked well enough. He managed to get far with that, occasionally stopping to rest in forested areas in the trees. It took him around a week or two before he even managed to reach the Capsule Corporation.
It was boarded up, but he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone was inside. It was at least worth it to try and look and see if someone was inside, right? That was his thought process when he began climbing the building. Nearly as soon as he did it, his unusual behavior got the attention of the lifeless corpses he’d been walking with. But after a bit of climbing up the domed building, holding onto the windows, he was out of reach. And when he was high enough up and at small enough of a slope that he wasn’t scared of falling, he banged on the closest window.
“ANYONE HOME?” He damn sure hoped so, with that swarm gathering to try and get him down below.
