Chapter 8 - Ch7 The hunt for the 4 remaining dragon balls part 3

After a good meal we settled down for the night, well, at least Oolong and Bulma did. I knew Yamcha's dumbass would try to sneak in to steal the dragon balls and aint no way im letting him grope my Bulma. "Puar, I just saw her titties, they were large humongous orbs, and her things and her-, Puar?" Yamcha said all of that in a ruffled and hushed tone. Puar's taking a long nap. I said in a devilish tone. Yamcha's blood went cold but before he could fully turn around I put one hand on his shoulder and said. "Shhh Shhh, it's all gonna be over soon desert bandit." After that I proceeded to catapult the dude into the air with a kick to his rear. I made sure Puar was tightly secured to him before I did so though. Sayonara Yamcha! I exclaimed. I went inside shortly after Bulma took a shower. Long story short Oolong tried to spike our drinks on some Rick Ross shit so I forced him to drink it. And then Bulma and I went to bed. Next morning, she woke Oolong up to ask if he had any spare clothes and he said there was one in the closet. Bulma came downstairs in the Bunnysuit yelling "What the hell is this outfit oolong?" But I was distracted by how sexy it made her look. I hadn't really admired Bulma in her other fits but this one accentuated all of her curves well. She looked like a model. She had thick thighs and a huge bubble butt that jiggled whenever she walked like water and her TITS, oh my god. They were huge. They were bigger than Mai's and Bulma's younger. They had to be EE cup Tits and they also jiggled with each movement. She also had an hourglass figure. She was asking for attention with the get up and I could only imagine how she would look running. The whole thing aroused me so much that a huge boner grew in my pants and I had to calm myself down. "You look wonderful in that outfit, Bulma. " I said with a huge grin on my face. Her mood instantly changed to embarrassed but happy when I said that and she started blushing. "Oh, why thank you Kakarot, you're so nice." No problem. I replied. We continued down the road with oolong driving us and Yamcha came to catch a 3rd fade from me cause god knows why. I had to admit though, standing on a moving bike with a strap is cold as hell. Unfortunately the display could not stop the following ass whooping. He blew up the trailer and it was the last straw. I was on hot after that. I ran in to scrap immediately at speeds Yamcha Sadly could not perceive. I knocked a tooth out and I held him down and whipped him with his own strap for 40 minutes. No lil boosie. Puar hauled his body away on the motorcycle vowing that his master wouldn't forget this. I agree, this was a generational trauma. I did my Job. I had to carry Bulma's unconscious body and Oolong kept insisting he could carry her while ogling her to which I gave him a death glare that shut him up. "You're looking real edible pig," I said coldly. Yamcha spun back after waking up and gave us a car out of the kindness of his heart. Or fear probably. Whatever the case it made our job a lot easier. Bulma woke up a little while later and we were on the way to Fire mountain, to get that dragon ball.