The Vegeta and Bulma Story
AN: Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, DB, or DBGT. All rights and copyrights, characters, and other such issues, blah, blah, blah, go to Akira Toriyama. I am not making any money off this story. I do not own the characters (otherwise, I'm pretty sure Master Roshi would be dead by now . . .), but I do, however, own Boxers, Bikini, Rob, Chad, and Hanes. What am I talking about? I guess you'll just have to read the story to find out . . .
ONE
"Where the hell is my food, woman?" Vegeta bellowed from the kitchen. He grasped his fork in one hand, his knife in the other, and started to bang them on the table, denting it. "I'm going to starve!"
Bulma sighed. Will that man ever learn to do anything besides training and yelling? All he does is complain and order me around, like I'm his freaking slave. "Keep your shirt on, I'm coming." She carried out the tray with Vegeta's breakfast on it. It probably weighed about fifty pounds or so, she'd only made a dozen cartons of those frozen waffles. Vegeta managed to stuff all fifty pounds of waffles down his throat in only two minutes.
"Humph. That's a new record," Bulma said as she carried the empty tray over to the dishwasher. "Normally, you'd have taken at least three minutes to scarf that all down."
"Shut up, baka. It's not my fault I have an appetite the size of New York City. I was born that way. Just one of the pleasures of being a Saiyan." Vegeta smirked. Every Saiyan had a seemingly bottomless appetite. Bulma had to go shopping every day just so there would be enough food for her, her parents, and Vegeta. But Bulma didn't mind. Shopping was her favorite thing to do in the world.
Vegeta got up from the table and turned towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bulma asked him, hands on her hips. "You promised me that you'd come with me to my cousin's wedding."
"Why would I promise something like that? I have no interest in your dumb human rituals, and why would I go anywhere with you?"
"Because if you don't, you're not going to have a gravity room to train in for six months. And you'll have to start cooking your own meals. And---"
"Alright, fine, I'll go with you to your dumb wedding." Vegeta growled. His face was in that 'I'm-pissed-off-again' look. He hated it when Bulma forced him to do anything, but if he ever wanted to beat Kakarot, he knew he'd need the gravity room. And as far as cooking went, he'd probably starve. He knew how to kill the animal, but to be able to cook it, that was one talent the Saiyan prince did not have.
"Good." Bulma smiled. "We need to be at the church by twelve, and we've got to pick Yamcha up at---"
"Why the hell do we have to pick that dumb-assed baka up? He knows how to fly."
"He doesn't know where the church is, and besides, he is my boyfriend." Bulma said defensively.
"If you're boyfriend's going, why the hell do I have to?" Vegeta asked hotly.
"Because Bikini wants to meet you."
"And who the hell is Bikini?"
"My cousin, moron. For some reason, she thinks it'd be cool to live with an alien prince. Me, on the other hand, I wouldn't mind letting her take you in. You're such a damn baka, Vegeta! Must you complain about everything?"
"In case you've forgotten, woman, I am prince of the Saiyans. I am used to only the best, and that is what I expect now!" Vegeta's anger, as well as his ki, was rising rapidly. He raised his arm, palm out.
"Eeek!" Bulma barely had time to duck from the ki blast Vegeta sent rocketing towards the wall. "Vegeta!" She yelled, looking in horror at the pile of ashes that used to be a wall. "What the hell did you do that for? You could've killed me! And if I die, you lose a house, food, and a gravity room. You really wanna risk it?"
"RRRRR." Vegeta growled. He had very little patience, and what was there was starting to grow thin. If she doesn't shut up soon, he thought, I'll make sure not to miss next time. Shame, really, killing such a pretty girl. Wait a minute, what am I saying? She's a baka, a no good human baka yaro.
"Just look at this mess," Bulma muttered to herself. "This is gonna take a while to clean up. And I'm already running late!" She sighed. What's the use, she thought. Living with Vegeta is like living with a time- bomb. She walked towards the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" Vegeta snapped. His patience was thinning. If she even thinks of turning off the gravity room, I'll never beat Kakarot. And then I'll have to get even with her for that. And that won't be pretty.
"I have to change for the wedding. And so do you. There is no way, no damn way, that you are going to my cousin's wedding in that." She pointed at his spandex with a disgusted look on her face. "You have to wear a tux. Or at least a suit."
"I have to wear what?!" Vegeta shouted angrily. "And what, woman, is so bad about my Saiyan Armor? It looks a hell of a lot better than whatever you're wearing!" He snapped, and pointed to Bulma's ash covered dress. It used to be a soft pink, but now it was dusty and covered with ash.
"Well, it wouldn't look so bad if someone hadn't blown the wall up She hollered and stormed down the hall towards her bedroom. "And you're wearing a suit!" she added, right before slamming the door as hard as she could.
"Dammit woman!" Vegeta shouted. He knew that there was no use in arguing. Not now, anyway. At least, not if wanted to be able to use the gravity room any time in the next century.
Angrily he teleported to his room. He opened up his closet, only to reveal dozens upon dozens of spandex outfits. Way, way in the back of the closet, Vegeta found the "damned suit", one of the only two human outfits in the closet. The only other outfit was a bright pink shirt and yellow pants, but he knew Bulma wouldn't let him leave in that get up. So, he put on the suit.
Grumbling the whole time, he teleported back into the kitchen.
"Hurry up, woman!" he shouted at Bulma's closed door. "I haven't got all day, you know."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she called. "Don't have a cow!" Why, oh why do I even put up with him? If it wasn't for Yamcha, I'd think all men were the same. But Yamcha loves me, unlike monkey-man over there. "All right, I'm ready. Let's go." She said, coming out of her bedroom. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Vegeta in that suit. Oh my gosh! Damn, he's fine! I never thought that Vegeta could look so sexy. She smiled, hoping he hadn't noticed her surprise.
Vegeta was too busy staring at Bulma. She was wearing a long blue evening gown. The neckline of the dress showed off her bust, and a single strand of pearls adorned her neck. The sleeves of the gown were short, almost like a tank top, and she was wearing gloves that went up just past her elbows. She looks good enough to be a princess, Vegeta thought, but he quickly banished the idea. No, he told himself, I am not falling for some weak, pathetic, gorgeous, sexy human. Vegeta was getting very pissed at himself. Why was he thinking like this? It must be from a lack of training, he thought. I really need to start training more, and get these fricking thoughts out of my head!
"Are you ready to go, woman?" he growled.
Bulma frowned. "Would it kill you to call me 'Bulma' instead of 'woman', and could you at least try to smile?" she pleaded.
"I could," he said. "But I don't want to." He stood still, his arms crossed over his chest. He walked towards the door. He turned around. "Are you coming or not?" he barked.
"Oh!" Bulma said. "Yes, I'm coming." She'd been too busy wondering what Vegeta would look like if he ever smiled to notice him walking outside.
"Well, then come on!" He was getting angrier. It was bad enough having to wear a suit; did people actually have to see him in it, too?
Bulma came outside and started fumbling around with her capsules.
"No time for that." Vegeta muttered. He picked Bulma up and flew off towards Yamcha's apartment.
"Vegeta! What are you---?" she stopped when she saw the rush of green and blue, rushing past them on all sides. She could see Capsule Corp. in the distance, growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight. She saw trees and forests go whizzing past, along with countless lakes and streams. It was so beautiful, the way the earth flew by underneath them. She grinned and clung even tighter to Vegeta's neck.
Just as suddenly as the ride had started, it stopped. Vegeta set down in front of Yamcha's apartment. Bulma let go of his neck and started towards the door. She turned around once she realized that Vegeta wasn't following her.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked. Vegeta growled. There was no way in hell he'd let Yamcha see him in a suit any longer than necessary.
"Fine then. Be that way." Bulma snapped as she headed upstairs to Yamcha's level. "It's not like I care what you do." Bulma finally reached Yamcha's apartment, a little out of breath for dissing Vegeta the whole ways up. "Whew. Man, I gotta start working out more." She huffed. She banged on Yamcha's door. "Yamcha! Hey, Yamcha! Get out here! You promised to come with me to my cousin's wedding! Yamcha!" she bellowed as she swung his unlocked door open. "Why the hell aren't you answering the door? Yam--!" Bulma stopped in mid-scream. There, on the couch, was Yamcha. And a blonde girl. They were kissing.
"BASTARD!" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs. The couple broke apart suddenly. Yamcha's face grew red and he stood up, trying to block Bulma's view of the other girl.
"Hey, Bulma." He said in a very ashamed voice.
"DON'T 'HEY, BULMA' ME, BAKA!" Bulma was seeing red. I thought Yamcha loved me! "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WE ARE THROUGH, YA HEAR THAT, BAKA? I NEVER WANNA SEE YOUR MOTHER-FUCKIN' FACE AGAIN! YOU NEVER LOVED ME! ALL YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS SEX! AND YA KNOW WHAT, YAMCHA? I'M GLAD WE NEVER DID IT! TO THINK, I EVER EVEN LIKED YOU!"
Yamcha started to laugh. "You think I care, bitch? I have more than enough girls already. And they all do it, even if you won't. I was gonna dump you later, after your cousin's wedding, but hey, why not now? It's not like I'm losing anything!" He and the blonde started laughing. The girl held Yamcha's arm and looked up at him with a sweet, sexy smile on her face.
Bulma was shocked and horrified. He's been cheating on me? And I'll bet they all know about each other, except for me. I was the only one dumb enough to believe there was actually love there! "DAMMIT, BAKA! I DON'T NEED YOU OR YOUR HUSSIES! GOOD BYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE!" Bulma yelled as loud as she could. With that, she stormed out the door, slamming it shut with an ear-splitting BANG!
Bulma wasn't even half way down the stairs when she burst into tears. Sure, he was a bastard, but he was her bastard, right? They'd been together so long---and she'd been too blind to see that he wasn't being truthful. She could remember him canceling tons of dates---'Gotta train', he said. I'll bet you were training all right, she sobbed, training in bed with one of your little hussies!
Bulma ran straight out the apartment complex and ran into the arms of the only person there---Vegeta. She hugged him tight as she bawled, holding her face against his stomach. She kept crying, squeezing Vegeta tighter. She held him close, hoping that he would stay and not leave like that baka Yamcha.
Vegeta had no idea what to do. Bulma was down on her knees, bawling, and holding his waist as tight as she could. Her face was pressed into his stomach, but her muffled sobs racked her whole body. His instincts told him to throw her off, but instead, he held her body close against his. His touch was light and warm, almost comforting. It not only shocked Vegeta, but it shocked Bulma, too. She didn't think much about the mighty Saiyan prince's embrace, but only about the fact that he was embracing her. He helped her up, and she began to calm down.
"Come on," he muttered gruffly. "We're leaving." Bulma could only nod, her body was still shaking from her uncontrollable sobs. He picked her up, and in an instant they were flying again. Only this time, Bulma didn't enjoy the ride. She cried the whole way to the church, and the only thing that brought her happiness was knowing that Bikini was expecting her, unlike that ungrateful Yamcha. And Vegeta. He was showing a side of himself she'd never seen before---a caring, sensitive side. He held her close, closer than he had on the way to Yamcha's.
What's wrong with me? he wondered, making a face at the beauty he held in his arms. I've never felt like this before. It's almost like . . .like there's something there. But that's impossible! There's no way a Saiyan Elite could ever fall for a human! Even if the human did happen to be a beautiful goddess of a woman . . .
Soon they reached the church. Vegeta carried the still sobbing Bulma down the hall to where several girls were. He had no idea which girl Bikini was, but he had a guess she was the one in the white gown.
"Oh my gosh! Bulma, are you alright?" the girl asked. Vegeta could see her face clearly now. Her eyes, full of concern for her cousin, were a deep, emerald green. Her long, silky, lilac purple hair framed a small face, much like Bulma's. She darted over to the place where he'd set Bulma down and grasped her hand. "Did something happen? What, what is it? You can tell me!"
Bulma looked up at her cousin, her sapphire eyes brimming with tears. "Y- Yamcha and I j-" (sob) "just b-b-bro-" (sniffle, sniffle, sob) "broke u-u-u- p!" With that out, she started to wail again. Harder than she had before. Another girl, a tall brunette in a green evening gown, jumped up and ran to where Vegeta was standing.
"How dare you dump such a nice girl!" she accused him angrily. "How can you be so mean to poor Bulma?"
"Yeah!" the other girls cried out. "How could you?"
"I think you should be talking to that baka Yamcha, and not me." He said, that evil smirk returning to his face. "I am Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, not some weak earthling." And with that he turned around and floated down the hall, leaving all the girls staring at him in amazement.
Bikini and her friends comforted Bulma as best they could, telling her that Yamcha was a loser and didn't deserve her. They tried their hardest, but Bulma's pain was much deeper than they could ever imagine. She'd never love anyone again. She had loved Yamcha, but he'd broken her heart by never once returning any of that love.
AN: Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, DB, or DBGT. All rights and copyrights, characters, and other such issues, blah, blah, blah, go to Akira Toriyama. I am not making any money off this story. I do not own the characters (otherwise, I'm pretty sure Master Roshi would be dead by now . . .), but I do, however, own Boxers, Bikini, Rob, Chad, and Hanes. What am I talking about? I guess you'll just have to read the story to find out . . .
ONE
"Where the hell is my food, woman?" Vegeta bellowed from the kitchen. He grasped his fork in one hand, his knife in the other, and started to bang them on the table, denting it. "I'm going to starve!"
Bulma sighed. Will that man ever learn to do anything besides training and yelling? All he does is complain and order me around, like I'm his freaking slave. "Keep your shirt on, I'm coming." She carried out the tray with Vegeta's breakfast on it. It probably weighed about fifty pounds or so, she'd only made a dozen cartons of those frozen waffles. Vegeta managed to stuff all fifty pounds of waffles down his throat in only two minutes.
"Humph. That's a new record," Bulma said as she carried the empty tray over to the dishwasher. "Normally, you'd have taken at least three minutes to scarf that all down."
"Shut up, baka. It's not my fault I have an appetite the size of New York City. I was born that way. Just one of the pleasures of being a Saiyan." Vegeta smirked. Every Saiyan had a seemingly bottomless appetite. Bulma had to go shopping every day just so there would be enough food for her, her parents, and Vegeta. But Bulma didn't mind. Shopping was her favorite thing to do in the world.
Vegeta got up from the table and turned towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bulma asked him, hands on her hips. "You promised me that you'd come with me to my cousin's wedding."
"Why would I promise something like that? I have no interest in your dumb human rituals, and why would I go anywhere with you?"
"Because if you don't, you're not going to have a gravity room to train in for six months. And you'll have to start cooking your own meals. And---"
"Alright, fine, I'll go with you to your dumb wedding." Vegeta growled. His face was in that 'I'm-pissed-off-again' look. He hated it when Bulma forced him to do anything, but if he ever wanted to beat Kakarot, he knew he'd need the gravity room. And as far as cooking went, he'd probably starve. He knew how to kill the animal, but to be able to cook it, that was one talent the Saiyan prince did not have.
"Good." Bulma smiled. "We need to be at the church by twelve, and we've got to pick Yamcha up at---"
"Why the hell do we have to pick that dumb-assed baka up? He knows how to fly."
"He doesn't know where the church is, and besides, he is my boyfriend." Bulma said defensively.
"If you're boyfriend's going, why the hell do I have to?" Vegeta asked hotly.
"Because Bikini wants to meet you."
"And who the hell is Bikini?"
"My cousin, moron. For some reason, she thinks it'd be cool to live with an alien prince. Me, on the other hand, I wouldn't mind letting her take you in. You're such a damn baka, Vegeta! Must you complain about everything?"
"In case you've forgotten, woman, I am prince of the Saiyans. I am used to only the best, and that is what I expect now!" Vegeta's anger, as well as his ki, was rising rapidly. He raised his arm, palm out.
"Eeek!" Bulma barely had time to duck from the ki blast Vegeta sent rocketing towards the wall. "Vegeta!" She yelled, looking in horror at the pile of ashes that used to be a wall. "What the hell did you do that for? You could've killed me! And if I die, you lose a house, food, and a gravity room. You really wanna risk it?"
"RRRRR." Vegeta growled. He had very little patience, and what was there was starting to grow thin. If she doesn't shut up soon, he thought, I'll make sure not to miss next time. Shame, really, killing such a pretty girl. Wait a minute, what am I saying? She's a baka, a no good human baka yaro.
"Just look at this mess," Bulma muttered to herself. "This is gonna take a while to clean up. And I'm already running late!" She sighed. What's the use, she thought. Living with Vegeta is like living with a time- bomb. She walked towards the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" Vegeta snapped. His patience was thinning. If she even thinks of turning off the gravity room, I'll never beat Kakarot. And then I'll have to get even with her for that. And that won't be pretty.
"I have to change for the wedding. And so do you. There is no way, no damn way, that you are going to my cousin's wedding in that." She pointed at his spandex with a disgusted look on her face. "You have to wear a tux. Or at least a suit."
"I have to wear what?!" Vegeta shouted angrily. "And what, woman, is so bad about my Saiyan Armor? It looks a hell of a lot better than whatever you're wearing!" He snapped, and pointed to Bulma's ash covered dress. It used to be a soft pink, but now it was dusty and covered with ash.
"Well, it wouldn't look so bad if someone hadn't blown the wall up She hollered and stormed down the hall towards her bedroom. "And you're wearing a suit!" she added, right before slamming the door as hard as she could.
"Dammit woman!" Vegeta shouted. He knew that there was no use in arguing. Not now, anyway. At least, not if wanted to be able to use the gravity room any time in the next century.
Angrily he teleported to his room. He opened up his closet, only to reveal dozens upon dozens of spandex outfits. Way, way in the back of the closet, Vegeta found the "damned suit", one of the only two human outfits in the closet. The only other outfit was a bright pink shirt and yellow pants, but he knew Bulma wouldn't let him leave in that get up. So, he put on the suit.
Grumbling the whole time, he teleported back into the kitchen.
"Hurry up, woman!" he shouted at Bulma's closed door. "I haven't got all day, you know."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she called. "Don't have a cow!" Why, oh why do I even put up with him? If it wasn't for Yamcha, I'd think all men were the same. But Yamcha loves me, unlike monkey-man over there. "All right, I'm ready. Let's go." She said, coming out of her bedroom. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Vegeta in that suit. Oh my gosh! Damn, he's fine! I never thought that Vegeta could look so sexy. She smiled, hoping he hadn't noticed her surprise.
Vegeta was too busy staring at Bulma. She was wearing a long blue evening gown. The neckline of the dress showed off her bust, and a single strand of pearls adorned her neck. The sleeves of the gown were short, almost like a tank top, and she was wearing gloves that went up just past her elbows. She looks good enough to be a princess, Vegeta thought, but he quickly banished the idea. No, he told himself, I am not falling for some weak, pathetic, gorgeous, sexy human. Vegeta was getting very pissed at himself. Why was he thinking like this? It must be from a lack of training, he thought. I really need to start training more, and get these fricking thoughts out of my head!
"Are you ready to go, woman?" he growled.
Bulma frowned. "Would it kill you to call me 'Bulma' instead of 'woman', and could you at least try to smile?" she pleaded.
"I could," he said. "But I don't want to." He stood still, his arms crossed over his chest. He walked towards the door. He turned around. "Are you coming or not?" he barked.
"Oh!" Bulma said. "Yes, I'm coming." She'd been too busy wondering what Vegeta would look like if he ever smiled to notice him walking outside.
"Well, then come on!" He was getting angrier. It was bad enough having to wear a suit; did people actually have to see him in it, too?
Bulma came outside and started fumbling around with her capsules.
"No time for that." Vegeta muttered. He picked Bulma up and flew off towards Yamcha's apartment.
"Vegeta! What are you---?" she stopped when she saw the rush of green and blue, rushing past them on all sides. She could see Capsule Corp. in the distance, growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight. She saw trees and forests go whizzing past, along with countless lakes and streams. It was so beautiful, the way the earth flew by underneath them. She grinned and clung even tighter to Vegeta's neck.
Just as suddenly as the ride had started, it stopped. Vegeta set down in front of Yamcha's apartment. Bulma let go of his neck and started towards the door. She turned around once she realized that Vegeta wasn't following her.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked. Vegeta growled. There was no way in hell he'd let Yamcha see him in a suit any longer than necessary.
"Fine then. Be that way." Bulma snapped as she headed upstairs to Yamcha's level. "It's not like I care what you do." Bulma finally reached Yamcha's apartment, a little out of breath for dissing Vegeta the whole ways up. "Whew. Man, I gotta start working out more." She huffed. She banged on Yamcha's door. "Yamcha! Hey, Yamcha! Get out here! You promised to come with me to my cousin's wedding! Yamcha!" she bellowed as she swung his unlocked door open. "Why the hell aren't you answering the door? Yam--!" Bulma stopped in mid-scream. There, on the couch, was Yamcha. And a blonde girl. They were kissing.
"BASTARD!" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs. The couple broke apart suddenly. Yamcha's face grew red and he stood up, trying to block Bulma's view of the other girl.
"Hey, Bulma." He said in a very ashamed voice.
"DON'T 'HEY, BULMA' ME, BAKA!" Bulma was seeing red. I thought Yamcha loved me! "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WE ARE THROUGH, YA HEAR THAT, BAKA? I NEVER WANNA SEE YOUR MOTHER-FUCKIN' FACE AGAIN! YOU NEVER LOVED ME! ALL YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS SEX! AND YA KNOW WHAT, YAMCHA? I'M GLAD WE NEVER DID IT! TO THINK, I EVER EVEN LIKED YOU!"
Yamcha started to laugh. "You think I care, bitch? I have more than enough girls already. And they all do it, even if you won't. I was gonna dump you later, after your cousin's wedding, but hey, why not now? It's not like I'm losing anything!" He and the blonde started laughing. The girl held Yamcha's arm and looked up at him with a sweet, sexy smile on her face.
Bulma was shocked and horrified. He's been cheating on me? And I'll bet they all know about each other, except for me. I was the only one dumb enough to believe there was actually love there! "DAMMIT, BAKA! I DON'T NEED YOU OR YOUR HUSSIES! GOOD BYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE!" Bulma yelled as loud as she could. With that, she stormed out the door, slamming it shut with an ear-splitting BANG!
Bulma wasn't even half way down the stairs when she burst into tears. Sure, he was a bastard, but he was her bastard, right? They'd been together so long---and she'd been too blind to see that he wasn't being truthful. She could remember him canceling tons of dates---'Gotta train', he said. I'll bet you were training all right, she sobbed, training in bed with one of your little hussies!
Bulma ran straight out the apartment complex and ran into the arms of the only person there---Vegeta. She hugged him tight as she bawled, holding her face against his stomach. She kept crying, squeezing Vegeta tighter. She held him close, hoping that he would stay and not leave like that baka Yamcha.
Vegeta had no idea what to do. Bulma was down on her knees, bawling, and holding his waist as tight as she could. Her face was pressed into his stomach, but her muffled sobs racked her whole body. His instincts told him to throw her off, but instead, he held her body close against his. His touch was light and warm, almost comforting. It not only shocked Vegeta, but it shocked Bulma, too. She didn't think much about the mighty Saiyan prince's embrace, but only about the fact that he was embracing her. He helped her up, and she began to calm down.
"Come on," he muttered gruffly. "We're leaving." Bulma could only nod, her body was still shaking from her uncontrollable sobs. He picked her up, and in an instant they were flying again. Only this time, Bulma didn't enjoy the ride. She cried the whole way to the church, and the only thing that brought her happiness was knowing that Bikini was expecting her, unlike that ungrateful Yamcha. And Vegeta. He was showing a side of himself she'd never seen before---a caring, sensitive side. He held her close, closer than he had on the way to Yamcha's.
What's wrong with me? he wondered, making a face at the beauty he held in his arms. I've never felt like this before. It's almost like . . .like there's something there. But that's impossible! There's no way a Saiyan Elite could ever fall for a human! Even if the human did happen to be a beautiful goddess of a woman . . .
Soon they reached the church. Vegeta carried the still sobbing Bulma down the hall to where several girls were. He had no idea which girl Bikini was, but he had a guess she was the one in the white gown.
"Oh my gosh! Bulma, are you alright?" the girl asked. Vegeta could see her face clearly now. Her eyes, full of concern for her cousin, were a deep, emerald green. Her long, silky, lilac purple hair framed a small face, much like Bulma's. She darted over to the place where he'd set Bulma down and grasped her hand. "Did something happen? What, what is it? You can tell me!"
Bulma looked up at her cousin, her sapphire eyes brimming with tears. "Y- Yamcha and I j-" (sob) "just b-b-bro-" (sniffle, sniffle, sob) "broke u-u-u- p!" With that out, she started to wail again. Harder than she had before. Another girl, a tall brunette in a green evening gown, jumped up and ran to where Vegeta was standing.
"How dare you dump such a nice girl!" she accused him angrily. "How can you be so mean to poor Bulma?"
"Yeah!" the other girls cried out. "How could you?"
"I think you should be talking to that baka Yamcha, and not me." He said, that evil smirk returning to his face. "I am Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, not some weak earthling." And with that he turned around and floated down the hall, leaving all the girls staring at him in amazement.
Bikini and her friends comforted Bulma as best they could, telling her that Yamcha was a loser and didn't deserve her. They tried their hardest, but Bulma's pain was much deeper than they could ever imagine. She'd never love anyone again. She had loved Yamcha, but he'd broken her heart by never once returning any of that love.