Bulma-32

Vegeta-34

Goku-28

Chi-Chi-29

Gohan –9

Yamcha-33

Ox King-50

Krillin-28

Android 18(Juuhachigo)-28

Here is the cast lineup; there might be more characters later. This is my first fanfic called "You were all I ever wanted". Bulma/Goku get together, after Namek. I have excluded the Android Saga, in this universe.

I do not own, or will ever own, Dragonball, DBZ or DB GT or any of the name brand stuff that could be mentioned in this fic.

All she could hear was the roar of the engine and her heart pounding in her head. The trail of the tears that stained her face has already dried. Glad that she wore waterproof mascara, so she wouldn't end up looking like a clown; also glad that her parents were out of town this weekend. Trying hard not to start crying recanting tonight's' events, she focused on the buildings that whirled outside the car.

"Why? Why do I keep doing this to myself…?" she whispered to herself.

*Flashback*

"I'm done," Bulma said to no one in particular. Leaning back in her chair, she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Done with what?" Juuhachigo said leaning against her bosses door frame.

"Oh Juu," Bulma giggled as she sat up. "I was just saying that I was done with work, what's up?" Juu sat on Bulmas' desk.

"Well, since you sealed the Kaito deal, earlier…I thought we should go out and have a celebratory drink, it's on me of course!" exclaimed Juu

"Juu, you helped seal that deal. I didn't think old man Kaito, would have budged if you weren't there. He has a thing for blondes you know?" Bulma laughed and Juu frowned. She didn't like being hit on by old men that's why she and Krillin moved out of Roshii's house, when she got a promotion

"Don't get off the subject, boss. Are we going for a drink or what?"

"Yes." Bulma answered hesitantly. "Where are we-"Bulma was about to ask

"Yay! I knew you'd say yes. We are going to the Brightmore; it's some posh lounge that just opened up tonight. Get your coat and let's go the town car's waiting." Juu said putting on her coat

Bulma looks out the window while putting on her coat. Sure enough there was the town car. "That's why you are my Executive of Sales, you prepare for everything and know how you to seal the deal." Bulma grinned at her friend and coworker.

The ride to the lounge was quite. Juuhachigo decided to break the silence.

"You don't seem like yourself lately, Bulma. Is there something wrong?" She asked

Bulma shook her head while looking out the window, "Well, yeah. I haven't seen Yamcha in two weeks. He's not returning any of my calls or texts." Bulma sighed, "I know most of his baseball games were away, but he could at least given me a five minute phone call when he came back Tuesday night." It was now Friday

"I'm not going to say anything about him. I have nothing nice to say about him so I'm going to say anything at all. Ok, fuck that I am going to say that he's an ass. He should have called you, there is no excuse for that. I don't see why you are with him. You can do a helluva lot better." Deep frown on her face and her arms crossed.

The rest of the ride remained silent.

Why was she dating Yamcha? He was never around. She doubted that he'd even want to marry her. They'd break up and make up; it seemed like and endless cycle.

The town car pulled up to a newly built high rise building. The driver opened the door and let the ladies out.

"Hmm, let's see what the Brightmore has to offer us." Juu linked arms with Bulma and together they walked in. An elevator was at the end of the hall.

The panel had 27 floors and the Brightmore was on the top. Bulma hit number 27, and up they went. As soon as the elevator doors open, they saw people wall to wall, waiting to get in.

"Damn. I didn't know that this many people would be trying to get in. It must be good."

"I don't know about this. I don't want to go in, who knows how many people are actually in there."

"There aren't that many people in there," Before Bulma could protest, "Android. Can see through walls. Let's go." Juu bluntly said linked arms with Bulma and made their way to the entrance.

The bouncer looked at the Bulma, said "Ms. Briefs, we've been expecting you." As he removed the velvet rope another bouncer opened the door for them.

Juu spotted the booth that she had reserved it faced the dance floor and the stage where the jazz band played. They removed their coats and sat at the booth.

Bulma stared at left eyebrow raised. "What?" Juu asked.

"That's why you are my Executive of Sales. You had this all set up. What if I hadn't come?"

"I would have cancelled and tried again another day. But, I knew you'd come." Juu said cockily. They laughed.

A brunette waitress walked up to their table, "Welcome to the Brightmore. What drinks shall I start you ladies off with?"

"I would like a strawberry margarita" Juu said

"And you ma'am?" The waitress turned to Bulma

"That sounds good. I'll have the same." The waitress made her way back to the bar.

Bulma and Juu started looking around, taking in the sights of the newly decorated lounge, the band.

"Wow, this place looks great. Not a lot of people, they have a jazz band. Juu…thanks, I really needed this."

"You are welcome, B. You need to get out a little more. Enjoy yourself." Juu said

Before Bulma could answer the waitress returned with their drinks, she said a quick "Enjoy" and went to attend other patrons.

"Mmm, delicious", Bulma said. Juu nodded in agreement.

Bulma and Juu started idle chit chat, enjoying their drink and the ambience of the lounge.

There were very loud giggles and cackles a few booths down. They would calm down and skyrocket back up, like a rollercoaster. It started to annoy Juu, Bulma just ignored it.

"Grr..." Juu scooted out of the booth and stood up.

"Juu…" Bulma whined.

"No, someone has to tell them to keep it down, public place or not. I just can't take it anymore." Juu stated. Bulma scooted to the edge of the booth to watch after her friend.

She walked two booths down and stopped in front of the table. She was absolutely stunned, her mouth opened slightly trying to say something, anything but the words weren't coming out. There was Yamcha. Sitting in the middle of the booth, a cigar in his mouth billowing smoke, each arm around a girl, looking like he was king of the world. Yamcha gawked at Juu for a moment then put his cigar out, trying to come up with something to say. It was too late, she was already there.

"Juu, are you o-"

Bulma looked in the direction that Juu was. There it stood before her, her cheating boyfriend surrounded by women. She knew what would happen next, an onslaught of apologizes. She thought it would be different this time, she always thought that way.

"Bulma..." Juu called out as she watched her friend stop by the booth grabbed her coat and bolted for the door. Bulma made it passed the crowd to the elevator; she hit the ground floor key. Yamcha calling her name while trying to make his way through the crowd. Bulma silently prayed to Kami that the door would shut. Before Yamcha could make it past the last few people the door closed and the elevator proceed to go to the ground floor.

Bulma leaned back, rummaging through her pockets until she finally found her cellphone. Called her driver and texting Juu through blurred vision, saying she would call her tomorrow. Finally, the elevator doors opened. She looked up and down the street with no town car in sight. She took the opportunity to put on her coat, there was a slight draft…tapping her right foot incessantly.

"Come on, come on…" She thought, still tapping her right foot. She didn't want to face him, she didn't want to see him or hear him.

"Bulma…" Yamcha started. Her tapping foot stopped. Her mind swimming with so many thoughts it started hurting.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Bulma…I'm so sorry. You mean the world to me. I lov-"

"Shut up, Yamcha!" She pushed his arm off of her. "Don't you say another fucking word! You would never cheat on someone you loved or meant the world to you! I'm done with you, I don't ever want to see your face again…I mean it!" Bulma yelled to him, she was searching in his eyes for remorse there was none. She walked closer to the curb. The town car pulled up and the driver got out and opened the door for her.

"Babe..." He pleaded. Bulma turned to face him and got real close...

"Don't "babe" me. Yamcha do me a favor and keep my name out of your mouth; we are done. Don't call me, don't text me, don't email me. I'm done." Bulma whispered, and with that got in the car.

The door shut and she looked out at Yamcha with the same solemn expression on his face. Bulma was to tired to even care about, if he even had remorse over this same scenario that keeps playing in their lives. The car roared to life and with that they took off.

End Flashback

Goku's POV

I shot up from my sleep…I felt her in my heart. She's hurting again; she had to have been upset over him again. How many times was this going to happen? I don't want her to be upset anymore. I have to do something; maybe I should talk to Yamcha. Pushed the covers to the side and strolled to his closet; grabbed a pair of khaki's, a hoodie and his black Chuck Taylors'; dressed as quietly as he could be. Looked upon the sleeping form of his wife, she hadn't woken up. Goku thanked Kami and quietly exited the room; carefully shut the door behind him. Chi-Chi was awake she knew where he was going…he was going to play hero to her. It was fine with her if he played hero to the world, but not her …not again. Chi-Chi sighed and tried to attempt sleep again. Outside, Goku tied his shoes and stepped out of the house into the cool autumn breeze and searched for Yamcha's kii. He finally found him; Yamcha was heading towards his penthouse. "Might as well meet him there," Goku said to himself, using Instant Transmission.

End of Goku's POV

The key turned to unlock the door to his home, sweet home. Today was a long day, practice ran long another break up, he knew he'd just wait a few days and call or visit. Bulma didn't really mean it, she always took him back no matter how bad it was. He locked the door behind him and set his keys on the end table and turned on the living room lights. He knew Goku was sitting on the living room couch.

"Hello Goku, to what do I owe this pleasure too?" Yamcha said removing his coat and hanging it in the hallway closet, without looking at him.

"I know that Bulma is upset. I take it you've cheated on her yet again."

"Technically, no. I was at the bar with some lady friends and she got upset and left. She's caught me in worse situations before. I don't know why she freaked. " Yamcha stated, walking to his bar and poured himself a bit of scotch "We will have made up by the end of next week." With that he downed his drink.

How could he be so cocky, arrogant? Didn't he care about her feelings? The next thing both of them knew, Goku slammed Yamcha against the bar, glasses falling around them; with his right arm on his throat slowly cutting off his oxygen supply.

"Listen to me and listen to me well Yamcha…never talk to her, never look at her again Yamcha. You don't deserve her; it's not fair to her. It's not healthy either. I'm warning you, this ends tonight. " Goku slowly let him go and Yamcha dropped to the ground and walked back towards the couch.

"Since when do you care?" Yamcha managed to spit out, struggling to get up and rubbing his throat.

"Since when did you stop?" With that he was gone.

Good point Goku. . You can guess where he's going next. This is my first fic; I look forward to reading reviews.