Yamcha ran out of Capsule corp., trying to catch his clothes that fell from the balcony of Bulma's room.
"We're through Yamcha! Go away and stay away! I mean it!" Bulma Screamed. This was the last time; she refused to be walked all over by him any longer. "Go back to your skanks Yamcha!"
"O come on babe! Please I swear nothing happened!" He yelled up to the balcony. Bulma shifted into a well known no-bullshit taking stance. Her arms crossed, her leg out to the side, she glared down at him and then waved good bye before disappearing behind the French doors.
Yamcha walked dejectedly to his car, arms loaded with clothes, and some trailing behind. As he rounded the corner to his vehicle, Vegeta, who had watched the whole scene with amusement, was leaning against the wall of his GR. He smirked at Yamcha's sad face. Yamcha looked at him, not even bothering to look his usual nervous self with Vegeta, and continued to walk to his car. But before he could Vegeta leaned in and sniffed the air around him.
With a dark snicker, Vegeta said, "It's so strong, even her weak nose could have smelt that a mile away. You're so pathetic. You're not only weak physically, but you can't even keep one mate, your so weak to your own desires." Yamcha had stopped half step, and now turned against Vegeta, anger colering his face.
"Why..YOU!" He swung a fist at Vegeta, but vegeta caught it and broke three of his knuckles. He snickered again. Dropped Yamcha's swollen fist and continued his walk to the kitchen.
Just as Bulma settled into her hot bubble bath she heard it…
"Woman!!! Where is my foooood!!!!!"
"I'm taking a BATH, Vegeta, you are going to have to either WAIT or DO IT YOURSELF!"
Vegeta growled. He would go up there and grab her and yank her down stairs to make his breakfast, but the last time he did that, he discovered what a BATH was…And removed himself quickly, sputtering about locking doors, whereas she screamed back that her door WAS locked and was now broken. He didn't hear the end of her ear piercing screams on the subject for a good week. Growling again, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a mixing bowl, milk, and healthy whole grain cereal.
Half an hour later, as Vegeta was finishing his second box of cereal, Bulma came in with her hair wrapped in a towel and a simple summer dress on. She grabbed some sugary cereal and sat down across from Vegeta. Her final break with Yamcha had left her in a kind of high, and so she was in a god mood. So she figured she could try to make some conversation with the grumpy prince.
"What are your plans today?"
Vegeta looked up from his serving spoon of cereal with a contemptouse look on his face. "What else, woman?"
"Of COURSE, your going to train." Bulma rolled her eyes. "I mean seriously Veg, have you ever considered taking a BREAK?"
His spoon sticking out of his mouth, he gave her a quizzical look before popping it out and gruffly saying "DON'T call me VEG." He swallowed the rest of his cereal in one gulp and disappearing swiftly. Bulma was left alone, staring at the empty mixing bowl on the table. Of course, He leaves his messes for other people to clean up. He is SO annoying…and rude. It's really not fair that his inside does not match his outside.
On that last note, Bulma shuddered. It really was unfair that the saiyan prince looked so handsome. He's evil…downright evil. Absolute bad news. Bulma reminds herself. Bulma considered herself to be like any normal woman; she couldn't help but like handsome men, no matter their disturbing qualities. Why can't there be handsome NICE men? Bulma thought. She sighed, and moved on to a much better subject.
Today was her birthday. And on every birthday Bulma Briefs gives HERSELF a gift. Many people came to wish Bulma happiness on her birthday, and give her gifts, but none mattered nearly as much as the one she always gave herself. And it was hardly ever something physical. This morning's tirade with Yamcha was her gift to herself. She knew his little trysts had been going on for quite a while, and had just waited till this morning to surprise herself with it. She conveniently found (already found) numbers, messages, and certain souvenirs in Yamcha's room of her very OWN house. She smiled at herself wickedly.
She finished her cereal and ran upstairs to get ready for her birthday. And for the beautiful heiress, that meant it was an ALL day birthday.
It was 5 at night when Vegeta finally came out of the steamy gravity room. He wrapped a white towel around his shoulders and made his way to the kitchen, which conveniently smelt like…delicious food. The hungry Saiyan picked up the pace. As he came in he noticed the large formal dining room, on the other side of the kitchen from the living room, were filled with tables filled with…*sniff*…humans. Vegeta grunted disgustedly. The jingling laughter and load exclamations of higher-ups mingled into the kitchen. Vegeta grabbed half a pork roast, and started piling his plate with mashed potatoes when the yellow haired THING came in.
"OHH!! Hi, there sweety! Well..look at you," Mrs. Briefs passed a look across his glistening chest and giggled. Vegeta frowned. This woman was so odd, and in her oddity, so scary to him, it amazed and emberessed him. So much so, that he acted unsure of himself. Later hating himself for it. Saiyans were not afraid of oddities. Especially not ditzy snapped himself out of it, realizing that the thing was still talking. "….and you can just grab whatever you like, hun, O..Did you hear?" Her ear to ear smile actually widening further, "Bulma and Ymacha aren't together anymore…someone needs to take their chance before shes grabbed up, like a piece of candy.." Mrs. Briefs mused off on yummy comparisons of her darling daughter.
"Uhh.." Vegeta opened his mouth at the confusing hint and then snapped it closed. Unsure if she was even addressing him. See, Your doing it again, your acting weird because she's creepy… He quickly piled his plate till it looked as if to topple and walked away, slowly and backward, as if leaving a lioness to her meal, and then turned quickly and sprinted up the stairs.