I Wish You Were Mine Again

by LeximusPrime08

Yamcha reflects on the time he had with Bulma and now that she's gone, he wants her back, but it's too late. A Songfic. Very sweet. One shot!

I Wish You Were Mine...Again

Summary: Yamcha reflects on the time he had with Bulma and now that she's gone, he wants her back, but it's too late. A Songfic. Very sweet. One shot!

Disclaimer: I don't own DRB or its characters.

This is a songfic. Like I said before, if you want to give a flame, be appropriate and not rude. I decided to redo this after reading so many B/V fics. So read this version and the 2nd one and decide which you like more. Also this has so many grammar and spelling errors, it drove me crazy. And I'm the one who always corrects my friends' spelling and grammar. I'm slacking. Tsk tsk!

Anyways, here's the story.

I Wish You Were Mine...Again

I remember when you used to be mine

Way back then

I was too naive to love you right

As I watch Bulma, happy as she can be, a family of four. 2 beautiful children and a husband that's not me. As I get older, I get lonelier as time ticks by, passing me by. I often wonder what went wrong and if I could of/should of everyday of my life, because I think of her...everyday of my life. I guess what they say is true, you don't know what you got until it's gone. And now she's finally gone...gone forever. My only angel is gone. She left me long time ago for Vegeta, who somehow managed to make her happy.

I remember when I met her. I was 20, almost 21 and she was indeed 16, just as beautiful then as she is now. I knew she had a thing for bad boys, because she fell for me and my bandit, thieving ways. I remember the time when I snuck in her and Goku's camper, searching for the Dragonball.

Yamcha and Puar snuck up to the camper that they had saw Bulma and Goku had set up with a capsule.

"Yamcha, are you sure of this? I mean that boy is really strong." Puar said to Yamcha, who was trying to find a window to sneak in.

"Puar, do you know how much that Dragonball is worth? I mean, if we can get a hold of that ball, along with the others, we can wish to be millionaires!" Yamcha said, with excitement in his tone and a reassuring grin. Puar sighed and followed Yamcha to a window on the northeast side of the camper. Yamcha pulled out a set of tools to open the locked window without breaking it or making a sound. He began to do his work, while Puar looked out for danger. Finally, after a short 3 minutes, Yamcha got the window off. The window was frosted, so before they couldn't see in the window. They looked in and saw that it was a bathroom and someone was in the shower. Yamcha whispered to Puar to keep quiet, while he snuck in. He careful climbed in the window, but his foot got caught in the window frame, causing him to fall on his face. Yamcha laid on the floor, rubbing his red face. Bulma, of course, heard the slam to the linoleum and yelled out.

"Goku, if that's you in here, I swear I will choke the life out of you!" Bulma screeched, making Yamcha jump to his feet. His face, however, was bright red from his fall. He looked to the door and inched his way out the bathroom. Right as he was turning to shut the door, he saw Bulma exit from the shower. He was dazed by her beauty and the fact that she was standing in front of him butt naked. Yamcha shook his head quickly, and shut the door just as fast. Now his face even redder, now because he was blushing a beet red color.

But now

If I only if I have the opportunity

I would of done, anything

Because my heart still believes

Maybe you could be mine, again

Yeah, I remember that like it was yesterday. We shared so many memories together, Bulma and I. I never thought that she would ever leave me. Though all the times I hurt her and we broke up, make up to break up, constantly. I guess I always thought that I didn't matter what I did, she would always run back to me. Until she finally left me in the dark that one day when I finally messed up for good.

Bulma pulled in to Yamcha's condo's parking lot. She was dressed very nice in her heels and a dark blue evening grown. It was Yamcha's birthday, so Bulma wanted to surprise him and take him out to a nice dinner and a evening party with some of he father's friends children that were close in age with Bulma. She had her own key to the condo, so it was no need to knock or ring the doorbell. She let her self in and walked around downstairs. She almost tripped on his shirt. He was always having things laid out. She shook her head and looked up to see the loft bedroom. She heard snoring so she knew he was at home. Bulma crept up the stairs and walked over to the lump in the bed. She jumped down beside him and kissed his forehead.

"Happy birthday baby." She said, smiling. Yamcha stretched and looked at Bulma.

"Hey B. Thanks. What are you doing here?" He asked.

"It's a surprise. Get dressed really nice and let's go." she said. Yamcha smiled at her and looked passed her to the bathroom.

" Um yeah. Let me take a shower and everything." he said.

"Ok, I'll be downstairs." She said, walking towards the stairs, when a blonde popped out the bathroom.

"I see you're awake sleepy head." the blonde said, with a towel wrapped around her.

"Who the hell are you?" Bulma yelled at the chick standing next to her.

"Excuse me?" The blonde said, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"Bulma-" Yamcha started but was cut off by Bulma.

"Shut up! Here I am, trying to take you out for your birthday and you here sleeping with some blonde bitch?!" she yelled." I'm so sick and tired of you thinking you're gonna treat me this way. Fuck this Yamcha, it's over. FOR GOOD!" Bulma yelled at him and marched out the house. If only he'd known how serious she really was.

Maybe we can make that dream for real

Like way back when love was yours

And mine

Maybe we can bring it back to life

I wish I hadn't been so stupid, then maybe she would still be mine. But with actions comes results. I could never figure out, after she started talking to me again, how she could fall for Vegeta, who was so cold hearted towards everyone, but her. Maybe, I never seen it, he made her feel good and whole when all I did was hurt her and turn her bitter towards any human male. When I found out she was pregnant, and not by me, it nearly killed me. I couldn't believe she and Vegeta was so...dare I say, intimate. It hurt so bad to know that this man had came in and took what I forever held dearly. She was gone, I knew it, forever. The way she looked at him and when he came around or she talked about HIM, her face lit up and her eyes sparkled. I still can remember the day before the Cell Games when I confronted her about Trunks and Vegeta.

It's irreverent to dwell on the past

I'm accountable for what went bad

And I mean that

But I keep on praying for another chance

Just for you to be mine

Yamcha saw Bulma sitting out on her balcony, Trunks sleeping peacefully in her arms. She could see Mirai Trunks and Vegeta training, preparing for the upcoming Cell Games that would decide on the fate of the world. Yamcha strolled outside and stood next to the chair she was now sitting in.

"He's so adorable. And when he grows up, he'll be a great Saiyan-jin and a handsome son for any mother to be proud of." Yamcha said to her, looking at Trunks and Mirai Trunks.

"Yeah, he'll be quite a looker. I guess I'm going to have to beat little fast girls off him." She said smiling, holding Trunks tighter.
" Yeah...Have you ever thought about if things would have worked out as they did, you think Trunks would be my son and now Vegeta's?" Yamcha said, also watching the warriors train. Bulma looked at him.

"Yamcha, who knows? Trunks wasn't planned. This miracle I hold wasn't planned. He was more unexpected than any thing else." she said, rocking baby Trunks still. "Besides, you're the one who messed up not me." he cringed at her words.

"Can I ask you something?" He said, afraid of what her response might be.

"Yeah?" Bulma asked/answered, looking up from the training below them.

" Do..." he sighed as the words flowed sadly from his mouth, "Do you love Vegeta?" he said, looking pass her at nothing to avoid eye contact with her now surprised eyes. She looked from him to Vegeta. Yamcha saw the light fill her eyes and he knew the answer. He got up as his own eyes filled with tears.

Cause I've grown

And I know how to be your everything

Maybe you can be mine...again

Maybe we can make that dream for real

Like way back when love was yours

And mine

Maybe we can bring it back to life

That bastard. How could he? He didn't love her. I was for sure. He wouldn't treat her the way he did if he loved her. That was my mentality at the time. Even as the years went on, I still, deep in my heart, could not believe that Vegeta loved Bulma. Seven years later, and yet they were still together. Though everyone else could see it and tell how much he cared, I refused to see it. It wasn't until Buu and Babidi came around that I realized that I had to finally let he go.

Oh no, it ain't over yet

I just can't forget

The possibility

We were made for each other's arms

I know you're destiny

We can't forget what was meant to be

Part of you and part me

It was a few hours later after everyone found out that Vegeta and Gohan was dead. Bulma was sitting in a room with Chichi and Videl. Chichi was still unconscious and Videl and Bulma was comforting her to wake her up.

"I'm sorry for your lost. I loved your son just as much as you did." Videl said, stroking Chichi's hair. "But I know how strong he is, and I really don't believe he's gone. Not now, not yet." She said, her eyes filling with tears. "I still believe..." Videl trail off as tears fell down her pretty face. Bulma, who herself was still in shock on discovering that Vegeta was gone, rubbed Videl's back, crying herself. She knew from Vegeta killing all those people at the W.M.A.T. (World martial arts tournament) Bulma turned around as she saw Yamcha walk in the room.
"Hey B. How you holding up?" He asked her, sitting by her. She nodded her head and turned back to Chichi. Videl took this as a time-for-grown-exes-to-talk and got up to leave.

"I should try and call my dad again." Videl said, leaving out the room, shutting the door behind her.

"I sorry that he died." Yamcha said; Bulma still looked at Chichi. "He didn't want Buu to get any farther and control anymore minds. He did what he thought was best, even if it meant giving up his life..." Yamcha trailed off. He thought about what he was just about to say, out loud, meaning he would be proving to himself that Vegeta really did care. He caught Bulma's attention.

"I know. But Gohan can be brought back to life by Shenron but Vegeta...he can't. He killed all those people. When you made your wish, you asked to bring back all the good people. He died before you made that request." Bulma said, sighing. Fresh tears fell down her face. Yamcha hugged her like he hasn't since she was his. He shook his head. He knew it finally, what they had was love and nothing could break it, not even death.

"P-Piccolo...he told me he heard...he heard Vegeta say before he died, that what he was doing was for you and Trunks and Goku." Yamcha said, nearly choking on his words. He had to admit it sooner or later to himself. Though it hurt, worst than being shot through the stomach, or being beat to an inch or his life, he had to finally admit the truth. (Did you guys catch when everyone found out Majin Buu was dead, how Bulma yelled "Vegeta, I love you!" and Yamcha said "Yeah I bet you do."? Just wondering.)

If we try, one more time

Maybe then we will survive

Maybe you could be mine...again

Maybe we can make that dream for real

Like way back when love was yours

And mine

Since that day, I have sat back and watch Bulma continue on with her life, happily with Vegeta and not me. I have watched her raise another child, a beautiful little girl that I could never have with her. Bra, her name, an exact picture of Bulma at the age of 16. I see her and pray that she finds someone like her father and not someone like me; she doesn't need someone in her life like me ever. Just to save face; the boy's face from Vegeta's fist. Oh how may nights have I been with someone and wished it was Bulma underneath me. And how many women I have kissed and wished it was her. So as I age, I sit back and let the world pass me by, because of her, I let myself stay single and stay available, just in case. Until then I congratulate Vegeta for making Bulma life as wonderful as it is now and making me see what I had done wrong and showing her better than me.

Maybe we can bring it back

Maybe we can bring it back

Maybe we can bring it back...to life...

Maybe you could be mine...oh baby baby...

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