Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters.
Vegeta sat at the foot of the bed, head in his hands as Bulma clothed a deep gash in his shoulder. He growled and tensed his shoulders as Bulma poured a clear liquid on the wound. He slowly let out his breath as the medicine took its toll, burning and cleansing the wound. He hissed as it seeped into the deepest part of the wound. He jerked away from her hand as she tried to tape gauze to the wound. "Vegeta sit down, it will only hurt more if you move around!" she snapped at him. Vegeta just scowled and sat back down. "I really don't understand how you sayians manage to do so much damage in so little time" Bulma said as she looked over the gash again. Vegeta just "humphed" and looked away. Bulma smiled. She loved how Vegeta always tried to seem aloof and distant.
"Are you done yet?!" Vegeta asked rather annoyed. "Stop fidgeting and I'll be done faster!" she retorted. "There, all done!" Bulma said in a sing- song voice. Vegeta grumbled and looked at his shoulder. He flexed his shoulder and cried out in pain. "Man you are one stupid ass aren't you?" Bulma said, head cocked to the side.Vegeta snorted and pushed pass her.
He stopped in the door way and paused. He opened his mouth to say something then stopped and walked down the hall. Bulma watched him as he went on his way to the kitchen.
Probably going to raid the frig, no doubt. He always seemed to have something on his mind. She walked over to the bed and fell upon it. She cuddled in the warm flannel sheets and pillows. It was early autumn and the nights had grown colder. Vegeta had started to rise earlier just so he could train longer before it turned dark and cool. Not that she cared what that arrogant ass did.
She rose and shut her door. She stripped off her clothes and changed in to a pair of soft, worn Soffes and a long sleeved, baby blue top that laced up the front. She slipped on her slippers and walked toward the door, as she reached for the handle the door flung open. She yelped and jumped out of the way. Vegeta sighed. "Don't scare me like that Woman!!" he said holding a hand over his heart. "Don't scare you!? You scared the crap out of me!" She shouted. "What the hell do think you're doing any way?! Barging your way into my room?" she continued. Vegeta stood very still, and then coughed. "I came back to get my shirt." he said quietly, staring at the floor. "Oh…" Bulma whispered, now examining her own feet.
Bulma quietly walked over to the bed and carefully picked up his shirt. "Sorry..." she said quickly handing back his shirt. Vegeta took the shirt from her hands and looked up. Bulma's gaze met his. Vegeta put his hand beside the side of her face. Bulma closed her eyes, welcoming his touch. The touch never came.
Bulma opened her eyes to see Yamcha standing in the door way and Vegeta staring him down. "Yamcha!" Bulma said surprised. She ran to him and flung her arms around his neck. Yamcha just stared at Vegeta and Vegeta stared back. "I see, Vegeta is getting jealous…" Yamcha said still staring at Vegeta. "Why would I be jealous of a jackass like you?" Vegeta asked smirking at Yamcha. Vegeta had had his fun for the moment and turned to leave the room. Before he did, quickly pecked Bulma on the cheek. "Night." he said and stalked off down the hall feeling, some what satisfied. Bulma was shocked and confused. She looked at Yamcha who had a look of disgust on his face. "Yamcha…it... it's not what you think, I..." Bulma stuttered. "Then what is it?!" Yamcha shouted. Bulma's eyes weld up with tears. "Yamcha…" Bulma whispered.
Yamcha sat down on Bulma's bed and sighed. Bulma just stood, hugging herself and whimpered. Yamcha just sighed again. "Bulma this just isn't working out." Yamcha said in a hushed voice. "What?" Bulma asked not believing what he said. "This just isn't working; for us." Yamcha repeated. "Me, being at a job that doesn't care about my personal life. You being in a house with a single, thing, who's always looking for trouble…" Yamcha sighed. "I just don't see us working out…You do understand, don't you?" he asked her.
Bulma forced back the feeling to scream and bawl all over the room and bit her lip. "Yes…I understand." she replied shakily Yamcha exhaled and smiled weakly. "I still love you as a friend." Bulma tried to smile back but couldn't bring her self to. Yamcha slowly got up from the foot of the bed and walked toward Bulma "I hope this doesn't change our friendship."
"Doesn't change our friendship ?!" Bulma finally broke.
"I know why you want to break off this relationship, because you're running out of lies to tell me why you can't go out on a date with me. You're with a different girl every night!" she screamed.
"What?!" Yamcha shouted. "That is out of the question…It's just that I can't get off of work." he said shakily. "Oh sure you can't!" Bulma screamed. She dropped to her knees and began to weep. "Bulma, it doesn't have to end like this." Yamcha said stooping to her eye level. Bulma just cried even louder