Chapter 1 – Disappointment

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**Warning: This chapter has a MAJOR LEMON in it.**

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It was 10:00am and Bulma sang in a soft off key voice as she got ready to go to the spa. She had booked the appointment several weeks in advance, because she knew tonight was going to be the night. After years of waiting and planning, she just knew that Yamcha had finally gotten up the nerve to do it, to finally ask her what she had been waiting so many years to hear. She had begun to suspect he would never ask her, because of how distant he had been recently. She had noticed all of the late night phone calls, and all of the random disappearances, but now that he had finally asked her out this evening, she knew what was coming. Still smiling, Bulma walked out of the Capsule Corp. building and dug around in her purse for the perfect capsule to take her to her favorite salon and spa. Pulling out the capsule for a black Mustang GT she tossed it down to open it, and hopped into the car that appeared. She merrily drove to her favorite spa, and decided to pick up a brand new dress for the occasion while she was out.

If Bulma knew how to do anything it was to get beautiful. The technicians at the spa all knew her by her first name. There was no "Miss Briefs this, or Miss Briefs that", just Bulma. As soon as Bulma walked into the door of the spa she was greeted by her favorite salon technician Raphael. She was scheduled for a facial and a manicure and pedicure, and had decided on the spur of the moment to also get her hair done. She spent a wondrous hour getting her facial; she had decided to go with a delicious vanilla cinnamon facial scrub that the salon had just come out with. After her facial she sat in rapt fascination, as always, while Raphael did her toenails and fingernails, in a beautiful red crimson nail polish. While relaxing after her manicure and pedicure Raphael decided to do something new with her hair. He pulled it up into an elegant bun with sexy, sensual, soft curls coming down from the sides, to cup her face lightly and bring attention to her slender neck and shoulders. When Raphael was done with her, she paid him over what he normally asked for and even gave him a huge tip because she was so incredibly happy.

Bulma then decided to go to one of her favorite stores to find just the perfect dress for such a special evening. While she was in the store she found a beautiful black and red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and stopped midway up her thigh, to show just the right amount of skin. The sleeves of the dress made her shoulders bare, but wrapped around the upper part of her arms, giving her a square neckline that showcased her pale succulent breasts, to where they teased out at anyone walking by. When purchasing the dress, she found the perfect pair of shoes. They were black high heels, with ties that went up to around mid calf showing off her long slender legs, and matching perfectly with the dress. She had her accessories for tonight all picket out; she would be wearing a black pearl choker and black pearl earrings that dangled down, only to showcase more of her lovely neck. Bulma looked up at the clock to see that it was 5:00pm and realized she had spent nearly the whole day getting everything ready, and it was time to head home and put the entire outfit together. As Bulma pulled up to her Capsule Corp home Yamcha was in a much different state indeed.

"Oh Yaumcha, please harder, do it harder for me." Marron gasped as Yamcha placed his cock deep inside of her, only giving the merest thought to Bulma, who he would be seeing that night. He leaned down to take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on it while she moaned his name. He found a rhythm and kept to it, biting down softly on her pink delicate nipples. He had her delicious ass cupped in both hands as he rocked in and out of her giving her as much pleasure as he could. He massaged both of her nipples with the roughness of his tongue, and moved one of his fingers to touch her on her throbbing pearl, flicking it gently as he went in and out of her. Marron screamed his name over and over again as he massaged both of her spots, one with his dick and the other with his finger. He lifted his hand up to his mouth to taste her as she came on him, and he then started to reach his own climax deep inside of her. His white hot seed spilled into the condom, but Marron could still feel it vibrate from the tip of his dick inside of her and she came all over again just feeling him cum.

They wrapped their arms around each other and she looked him in the eyes and said, "Are you really leaving that bitch Bulma tonight? I want you to be with me, and only me. She doesn't deserve you and treats you like you mean nothing to her." "Yes", he managed to grunt out, looking to see what time it was and seeing that it was almost time for him to leave to pick up Bulma. Gently he set Marron down and started to get ready to head out. He put on his most impressive suit, tie, and dress shoes, and walked out to show Marron, who was draped across her bed in rapturous silence. She gave him an appreciative once over, got up, and gave him a kiss goodbye, reminding him why he was doing what he was about to do. Marron had once been his man Krillin's girl, but Krillin had let her go, and Yamcha and grabbed her as soon as possible after that, not wanting to let someone with such a killer body escape him. After making his move for Marron, he had tried his best to hide it from Bulma. He in fact loved the thrill of running around on Bulma. She had never wanted to have sex with him anyway, and he had give up any chance of that happening several years ago, starting to hunt for easy women. He needed someone with a more laid back attitude who liked to have fun, not some crazy jealous workaholic anyway.

As he drove to pick up Bulma he reflected that he should be training, but also realized he would be little help against the androids that were suppose to come in three years time. He figured he would leave it up to Goku and Vegeta, who seemed to want to win every battle. He knew Bulma would be dissapointed when he broke the news that he didn't want to be with her anymore, but he was not really sure how bad her reaction would be. Sure, they had been together since they were stupid teenagers, but he had finally had enough of her bossy, self serving attitude. He had decided he wanted to have as much fun as possible in the coming years before the androids, and he was not likely to get it with Bulma.

As Yamcha was driving to pick Bulma up, Vegeta was working out in the gravity room. He could smell that infernal woman's excitement, and could feel the guilt radiating off of Yamcha, who had just pulled up into the driveway of Capsule Corp. Vegeta stopped long enough to look out of the window to see what was going on. That idiot Yamcha smelled of the small obnoxious woman Marron, and Vegeta wondered why Bulma couldn't smell it on him. He wondered why Bulma really thought that weakling could do anything for her and he also wondered why he gave a damn. Hadn't they been together for a long time, and he still hadn't marked her as his own, choosing to fuck any other woman he could get his hands on. Vegeta thought about how oblivious Bulma was to Yamchas every fault, and found himself disgusted with her as well. If the wench wanted to be blind then she deserved what was coming to her. As long as he was left out of it he didn't care, all he wanted to focus on was training. Even if he couldn't forget the one and only time he had woken up out of his work out induced coma, to see Bulma over him wearing only something a nurse could wear, bathing his brow with a cold towel as his fever had raged skyward. He knew that she had taken care of him when he had overworked himself, and couldn't believe that such a lowly life form had dared even touch him.

He was the Prince of all Saiyans, and no one would ever forget that. Spitting contemptuously on the floor he watched as Bulma walked out of the house dressed to the nines, showing off every asset that she could, in a well structured dress that would have made any normal man fall to the ground with longing. With her beautiful blue hair swept up into a sensual bun, showcasing her neck, he was having trouble containing himself as well. As soon as Vegeta realized what he was doing, and thinking, he quickly and violently got back to training, decimating one of the robots Dr. Briefs had made for him just this morning. As his strenuous practice went on he heard Bulma and Yamcha drive off. She had told him earlier that her mother would be making his dinner that night because she was going out to some fancy French restaurant with her dimwitted boy toy. As if Vegeta even cared which servant wench was making his dinner? All he knew was that the stench of disappointment and anger was going to be in the air tonight when Bulma got home. He would be able to smell it on her along with those tears that human women were so fond of using against their males. Vegeta laughed and focused on training once more, realizing he would enjoy seeing her in emotional distress, because it was what she deserved for not acting like a proper servant that day. One day she would realize that she was just a slave to listen to his demands, not someone with a free will of her own. He would feed on the disappointment he felt coming tonight and enjoy every moment of it.

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