Title: Behind Closed Doors

Title: Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1: Like every day

Disclaimer: Like always, I don't own Dragon Ball Z and I never will.  If I did own Dragon Ball Z, I wouldn't be writing this fanfic.

A/N: I'm not good with spelling/grammar/past tense stuff.  Another Bulma and Vegeta get together story.  Hope you like it.  Please R&R!!

Bulma parked in the driveway at Capsule Corp.  She got out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut.  With an angry look on her face, she stomped her way to the front door of Capsule Corp, and also slammed the door shut.  Mrs. Briefs came out of the kitchen and wiped her hands on her pink apiarian.  Bulma stormed into the living room.  She saw her mother but she didn't feel like saying hello to her.

Bulma walked towards the coffee table and grabbed the vase.  It held roses that Yamcha gave her a couple of days ago.  Her right arm was shaking which had held the vase.  Her mother watched her in silence, worrying about her daughter.

"You're such a damn jerk Yamcha!"  Bulma shouted.  "Go to hell Yamcha!"  She threw the vase at the wall.  It broke into pieces, letting the water splatter on the wall and floor.  She sat on the couch with her hands covering her face.  She began to cry.

"Bulma dear!"  Mrs. Briefs ran to her daughter and sat next to her.  She placed her arm on Bulma's shoulder.  "Bulma, are you al right?  What happened dear?"

Bulma put her hands on her lap.  Her eyes were closed.  She opened them slowly and turned her head to look at her mother.  Slowly tears rolled down her cheeks.  She took a deep breath before she answered to her.

"No mother, I'm not okay.  It's, it's Yamcha.  He cheated on me again mother!"

"Oh, dear.  How did you found out Bulma?"

"I stopped to his place on the way home from lunch.  He was there with another girl.  I shouted at him.  We argued.  He tried to apologize to me but I left.  I'm so mad at him mother!"

Mrs. Briefs put her hands on Bulma's hands.  She looked at her sadly.  She thought of something to cheer her daughter up at the moment.

"Bulma dear, why don't you break up with Yamcha?  He hasn't been treating you right lately.  How about it if you go out with Vegeta?  You know, Vegeta is a cutie."

"Oh god."

"What now dear?  Was it something I said?"

"Vegeta, a cutie?  Right…."

"Well then, what about breaking up with Yamcha?  You suffered a lot from him.  You should leave him dear."

"Mother, could we chat later?  I need to clean up that mess I made."

"Bulma I'll clean up the vase and roses.  Just go to your room and rest."

"Thanks mother."  Bulma said and went to her room.

"Poor girl."  She said and shook her head.

~*~*~

Yamcha sat on the edge of his bed.  The girl he had sex with left after Bulma came by.  He knew that he had to do something to apologize to Bulma.  But how?  That was the only thing that came to his mind.  He needed to think of something quick.  He had to repair his relationship with Bulma.

"What can I do?"  He asked himself over and over again trying to think of something.  "What to do…"

He stood up and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.  He put some fresh clothes on and walked out of his front door.  He walked towards the parking lot and got into his car.  Yamcha started the car and left.

~Next Chapter~ Bulma thinks of her past and present relationship with Yamcha.  She gets into a little argument with Vegeta and her mother.

A/N: So, how do you people like the story so far?  I hope you like it.  I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.  Please review my story!  Thanks!!!!