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It was a warm, clear night. The stars were bright and the breeze stirred up the smells of the nearby forest, fresh and green. Vegeta was lounging in the lemon tree planted next to the Briefs family pool after a particularly grueling workout. The tree offered a great view, while concealing his presence. He would never admit it, but he was begining to like this planet. He never got the chance to just sit back and observe nature until he came here. Vegeta-sai was an almost barren planet, decimated by age old wars and he didn't exactly have time to take in the planets he was sent to obliterate under Frieza. He sighed, just lying there enjoying the smell of the bright yellow fruit and the feel of the cooling breeze across his sweat-soaked skin. Suddenly he sensed two people approaching. He considered flying off to seek his solitude elsewhere, but he was feeling pretty comfortable, so he retained his perch. *They'll probably just move on anyway.* he thought to himself.
It was Bulma and Yamacha returning from their date. Vegeta felt a slight twinge of lonliness as he watched them enter the gate. The concubines on Vegeta-sai had schooled him well, anticipating the day he would reach maturity. But, Frieza had stolen him and blown up everything he knew before he ever got the chance to use the skills, and the slave girls of King Cold always laid beneath him like boards, their spirits broken by the time they were allowed to him. He often wondered what it would be like with a mate, someone who wanted what he had to offer.
The couple was walking towards the pool talking in muted tones. They hadn't noticed his presence yet, but it was too late to leave now without giving himself away, so he took care to cover any trace of his power level and waited for them to leave. Bulma looked stunning in a midnight black dress shot through with silver thread. It cut off several inches above her knees exposing her smooth creamy thighs and long lithe legs. When she turned to close the gate, he saw the dress had no back, and barely covered her tight little butt. He felt himself harden even as he told himself he was not going to be attracted to the woman.
The couple stopped in front of one of the lounge chairs lining the pool. Yamacha tossed his dinner jacket onto the chair, slid his hands into the rear pockets of his slacks and gazed at his long-time companion. "Bulma... I think we need to talk." She turned to him and smiled, and he felt a knife of regret twist in his stomach. He really didn't want to hurt her. "Yes, Yamacha?" she replied tucking a stray hair behind her ear. He took a deep breath and decided it was best just to get it out.
"Bulma, I think we shouldn't see each other anymore." he said. Those deep aqua eyes grew misty and he felt the knift twist deeper. "Oh, I see." she said dropping her hands. "Please, don't look like that. I can't give you what you need, you know that. If we keep on like this, I'll hurt you again. I don't want to hurt you. You're very important to me." he paused and continued on shakily. "I love you Bulma. I'ld rather sacrifice you as my lover, than loose you as my friend."
Bulma came up to him and put a hand on his cheek. "I could never stop loving you, Yamacha." He put his hand over hers. "I know, but it isn't the same type of love we used to share. We both know it." A tear spilled over her cheek. "I know, I just didn't want to admit it. It's really over isn't it?" He wiped away the tear and nodded. She brought his hand down to her breast, sighing at the feel of his familiar hands through the silk of her dress. "Then give me one last night with you." she said moving against him. His eyes flashed with a well-known fire. He knew he shouldn't, but he could never deny her anything. He moved in and kissed her passionately, running his hands along the skin exposed by the smooth silk of her dress.
Above in the trees Vegeta began to blush furiously. He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on this private moment, but considering they had chosen the chair right next to his tree, there wasn't much he could do about it now.
Yamacha lifted Bulma against him and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her over to the well-padded chair and gently set her down. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, exposing his smooth muscular chest as he trailed fiery kisses along her throat. She buried her hands in his hair as he slid the dress off her curvaceous frame kissing and nibbling each inch of newly exposed skin. Now all she had was an ice blue bikini and garters with her thigh high stockings. He unclipped the garters and slid of the stockings. Her gasp when he bit her inner thigh sent flames roaring though his body.
*So humans bite too?* thought Vegeta.
She giggled asYamacha placed a light kiss in the arch of her foot and on each toe. Now there was only the bikini to go. He looked into Bulma's eyes, drinking in the desire he saw mirrored there as he slid the scap of lace off with his teeth. He trailed kisses up her thighs as he made his way to the sweet juncture of her thighs. He could smell her arousal and her quick little breaths were making him heavy with need. He flicked his tounge against her nub, smiling as she arched up to him. He swirled his tounge against her clitoris, reveling in the gasps it invoked. Then he dipped his tounge into her core, evoking a strangled cry as an orgasm ripped through her, flooding his mouth. He drank what she offered and slid up to lock her into another kiss, savoring the mingled flavors of her sweet lips and her very essence.
Vegeta could catch the scent of her through the leaves and felt a stab of envy. Her musky sent and soft sighs made the saiyan throb with years of unfulfilled need.
Bulma looked intoYamacha's eyes as he stood to rid himself of his remaining clothes and said in a sultry voice "My turn." She rubbed her cheek against the erection straining again the smooth grey linen then began to tug at the clasp of his slacks. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. She flicked her tounge against the tip of his rock hard erection and sampled the fluid that had begun to gather. She licked along his length, even placing a kiss on his sack.
*The concubines never mentioned anything like that,* thought Vegeta ,*Looks like fun.*
Yamacha groaned as she took him into her mouth and suckled him. It always amazed him that no matter how often they were together she always retained an aura of innocence. He gasped as he felt her teeth graze him *Ok maybe not so innocent.* "Vixen!!" he laughed then leaned down to her. He caught her lips in a passionate kiss as he entered her in one smooth stroke. They began to move together in the age old rhythm, even as the tears came from the knowledge that it would never happen again. Tears flowed freely from them both as they reached the pinnacle and moaned with their mutual release. Yamacha held on to her a little longer as her tears soaked his chest. *I wish I could be the one for you Bulma*, thought Yamacha , *but all I can do now is try my best to protect you. I just can't believe I'm going to loose you to Vegeta.* "Oh Yamacha, I hate good-byes." He stroked her soft blue hair. "I know, but it's best this way." He sighed as he pulled on his clothes and walked away. "Sayonara Bulma-chan."
Bulma continued to sit there for a long time, letting the breeze dry her tears. *Kisama!! How can you leave her!?!* Vegeta thought as he continued to gaze at Bulma. She put her clothes back on, picked up Yamacha's forgotten jacket and wrapped it around her as she curled into a ball on the chair and fell into a deep sleep. When Vegeta was sure she was asleep he leapt down from the tree. She really was a beauty, even if she was disrepectful.
He gathered her into his arms and took her to her room. Once there, he flipped back the sheets with his leg and set her on the cool white satin and pulled up the covers. He was still aroused and he finally admitted he wanted to bury himself in her and make her forget about that undeserving baka who'd walked out on her. He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. *Just a taste, I just want a taste.* They were soft and oh so sweet. He felt the velvet fist of desire hit him, and hit him hard. *Kuso, if I don't stop I'm going to end up taking her right now.* Even he knew she didn't need that right now, so he considered a cold shower. Instead he decided to return to the gravity room. as he passed the pool he paused.
He could still smell them there. Then he noticed a small pile of ice blue lace. It was her bikini, he picked up the small scap of material. It smelled of her and only her. "Hentai." he chided himself as he tucked the material into his pocket and continued on to the gravity room. It was going to take a long time to work the image of Bulma and Yamacha going their seperate ways out of his system.
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