Yamcha eyed his girlfriend sitting to the left of him at the Brief's kitchen table. To anyone else she would have looked innocent with her angelic countenance and wide-eyed expression, but was she really? Yamcha wasn't too sure. He wasn't too sure he could call her behavior lately...innocent. As it stood, there were two and a half years left before the androids were due to arrive, and he knew he should have left Capsule Corp to go train for the new threat, but he just wasn't inclined to leave Bulma alone - with Vegeta. Feeling her boyfriend's gaze on her, Bulma looked up from the magazine she was reading and gave him a flirty wink. Yamcha's cheeks reddened and he quickly morphed his suspicious expression into a goofy smile.
"What's up Yamcha, something on your mind?"
"Er, nothing babe, just thinking about how pretty you are."
Bulma arched a perfectly manicured blue eyebrow. "Just pretty?" she pressed teasingly.
"I mean gorgeous," Yamcha promptly amended.
Bulma giggled, satisfied with the upgraded compliment, and leaned forward to reward her man with a kiss. It was at that moment that a sweaty, shirtless Vegeta walked into the kitchen. It was lunchtime and he required sustenance after his grueling training session in the gravity room. However, upon witnessing Yamcha and Bulma's impromptu tongue war, he nearly lost his appetite - and the contents of his stomach.
'Disgusting humans,' Vegeta thought. Why they felt the need to subject others to their vulgar displays, he didn't know. But he wished they had the decency to limit their lewd behavior to the confines of their private quarters or at least keep it away from the designated dining area. Fortunately, he hadn't already been eating. After pulling away from her and Yamcha's kiss, Bulma's cheeks reddened when she realized Vegeta had seen them. This didn't escape Yamcha's notice.
"How's it going Veggie?" Bulma asked cheerfully.
Vegeta had asked her (ordered her) repeatedly not to call him that idiotic name. He knew she was just trying to get a reaction out of him and he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He didn't spare her a glance as he took his place at the table in the seat across from Bulma and crossed his arms expectantly. As if on cue, Mrs. Brief emerged from the back of the kitchen with a tray piled high with BLTs.
"Good afternoon Vegeta!" she sang. "I bet you're just starving from all that hard work you've been doing!" She barely had time to sit the tray all the way down in front of him before he began slaughtering his lunch. Mrs. Brief just smiled and turned back to retrieve a pitcher of freshly made lemonade. She poured him a glass and sat the pitcher on the table. "Here's some lemonade, dear," she cooed.
Vegeta briefly turned his attention away from the rapidly disappearing pile of sandwiches to take a few sizable gulps of lemonade straight from the pitcher, not bothering with the glass.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Brief giggled and retreated to the back of the kitchen, presumably to do a lot of unnecessary baking.
Yamcha once again resumed his scrutiny of his girlfriend. Eyes narrowed, he glanced back and forth between the other two occupants of the table. Vegeta, completely engrossed in his meal, Bulma, reading her magazine and covertly, or so she thought, sneaking glances at the Saiyan. Vegeta was not as oblivious at the moment as he appeared to be. He did notice the blue haired woman ogling him, and he certainly couldn't miss the murderous glare Yamcha was directing towards him. He chuckled inwardly. So, Scarface was threatened by him? If he was a real man, then maybe his woman's eyes wouldn't be roaming.
As amused as Vegeta was about the current situation, whatever was going on with the fools didn't concern him. The only thing that mattered to him was his training. He had to achieve the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation, do away with the tin cans that were supposedly going to destroy him in the future, destroy Kakarot, destroy Earth, then assume his rightful place as ruler of the universe. In that order. Downing the rest of the lemonade, he pushed his chair back from the table and headed back outside to resume training.
Both Bulma and Yamcha watched him go, but for two decidedly different reasons. The heiress found herself captivated by his backside which, clad in spandex shorts, left little to the imagination, and Yamcha was attempting to sear the back of Vegeta's head with the intensity of his hateful glare. That hatred further intensified when he turned back to Bulma and found her still staring in the direction Vegeta had gone. Yamcha cleared his throat loudly and Bulma blushed and diverted her attention back to the open page of the magazine she'd been unsuccessfully trying to read. Somehow, the article's exclusive report chronicling the shocking steamy affair between a hot young actress and the married director of her latest film became infinitely less interesting the moment the Saiyan prince entered the room.
'What's the matter with you? Why do you keep staring at that jerk Vegeta? Knock it off before Yamcha starts to get any ideas!' she scolded herself while willing the redness away from her cheeks.
If she had looked up from her magazine she would have seen that it was far too late for that. You could virtually see the wheels turning in his head. Fists and teeth angrily clenched, Yamcha began to think back to a few weeks ago. Vegeta was still out joyriding in space with the stolen Capsule Corp. space capsule and Yamcha, Bulma, Puar and Oolong was enjoying some iced tea out on the balcony when Bulma casually announced:
"I had weird dream last night that Vegeta came back."
"What? Vegeta? You dreamt about him?" Yamcha nearly yelled.
"You know, actually he was pretty nice to me in the dream, and a good kisser to boot."
"What? You kissed him?" he exclaimed even louder in disbelief.
"It was just a dream, Yamcha," Bulma said dismissively.
Oddly enough, Vegeta did return shortly after that.
But never mind that. Just a dream, she'd said? Well, even if Yamcha was willing (he wasn't) to overlook the fact that his girlfriend fantasized about sucking face with a murderer, there were other equally disturbing things that plagued him; namely the gravity room accident last week. Bulma had been so anxious when Vegeta got hurt, and the way she fussed over him and stayed at his bedside like that - it was the kind of attention that Yamcha felt should be reserved for him. And how bizarre it was that she would be worried sick about a scoundrel she barely knew and had tried to kill them all. He knew from the beginning that Vegeta living at Capsule Corp. was a bad idea for obvious reasons, he was a dangerous killer after all, but it hadn't crossed Yamcha's mind to put his girlfriend not being able to keep her eyes off of him on the list of cons.
She was way too attentive of her new house guest for Yamcha's comfort, and he didn't have a clue as to how she, (or anyone, anyone at all), could take any sort of liking to the guy. Seriously, Vegeta? What was there to like? That was probably what bothered him the most. Either way, Yamcha really didn't care for the way Bulma was behaving lately. Had it been him eyeballing another woman, she would have flipped out and broken up with him immediately, (she just loved doing that), but apparently it was okay for her to do it and then act like it was nothing? In her dreams! Actually, no, with the type of dreams she had, her dreams weren't okay either!
He refrained from saying anything to her about his concerns before because he wanted to believe that it was nothing, that he was just being silly. But now he wasn't so sure. The more he observed Bulma around Vegeta, the more it burned him up inside. It was time he and Bulma had a serious talk, and it was best that he didn't put it off any longer. But the second Yamcha took to open his mouth and prepare to confront Bulma was the same second Puar chose to breeze into the room.
"Yamcha!" Puar cried in her high pitched voice. "Breaks over, time to get back to training!"
Yamcha sighed. He was annoyed at the interruption but she was right. Lately, he'd been half-hearted in his training, becoming more occupied with keeping a watchful eye over his girlfriend. He would put off the discussion later when he was less agitated. Right now he really needed to go blow off some steam. Forcing his features to imitate a smile, he stood up from his chair and turned to Bulma. "See ya after I get done training, babe."
Bulma smiled genuinely. "Okay Yamcha, I guess I'll be down in the lab for the rest of the day. Train hard, okay? Those androids won't know what hit 'em!" she proclaimed, giving him another one of her signature winks. Yamcha nodded once and trudged outside with Puar happily floating alongside him.
