Cheater's Envy
Dragon Ball Z
Bulma/ Vegeta
Chapter 1: Yamacha's POV
"Oh Kami! Oh! Oh! Right there! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Fuck woman!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! VEGETA!"
-xXx-
"Damn it." Yamacha thought. " Why can't I stop thinking about it?"
The young fighter grunted in annoyance as he kicked an old empty can on the street.
"I can't believe she chose him." He continued. "Him, that cold blooded killer. Now sure, I did cross the line a few times, but come on, why Vegeta?"
Flashback
"You know what Yamacha, why don't you take your stinky, dirty laundry, your player attitude, and your fucking whores and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Bulma yelled throwing a duffle bag full of his things at him.
"Oh come on Bulma. Can't we talk about this?" Yamacha yelled back, ducking just in time to avoid the bag.
"No Yamacha, we can't talk about this. I'm through talking about this. It's over." She said suddenly very calm.
Her tone of voice and sudden demeanor scared Yamacha quite a bit. He'd never seen her so clam during an argument.
With a heavy sigh of defeat, Yamacha picked up his duffel and walked out.
Two days passed before Yamacha dared set foot back on Capsule Corp. property.
It was about 6:00 pm when he reached the door. He decided on the way there, that rather then have the door slammed in his face he would sneak in and surprise her in the lab.
Vegeta was no doubt in the house or somewhere near, and given the fact that the young prince hated him, he knew he would alert her to his presence just because of it. So he suppressed his chi.
Using the pass key he still had, he easily opened the locked door and made his way into the compound.
First he made his way to Bulma's lab, being careful not to run into, said prince and anyone else who may tell Bulma he was here before he was ready.
He opened the door to the lab, fully expecting to find Bulma hunched over some new invention or standing at the white board working on some complex algerithum. But, much to his chagrin, she wasn't there.
"Damn." He thought, however, his thoughts ended there when he felt a chi on the floor above him spike. Up and off to the right, to be exact.
"Bulma's room?"
Thoughts of that blood thirsty prince hurting her, flashed through his mind.
He quickly made his way up the stairs and towards the room he knew all to well.
He could hear moans and groans, pants and gasps, echoing through the slightly opened door.
Creeping quietly, while still surpressing his chi and peaked into the room through the crack of the door.
His eyes widened with surprise and disgust at what he saw.
"Oh Kami! Oh! Oh! Right there! harder, faster. Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Fuck woman."
"Oh! Oh! OH! VEGETA!"
Yamacha watched as Vegeta collapsed on top of Bulma, exhausted. Bulma was breathing heavily from exertion. He could see her face over Vegeta's shoulder, where she was resting her head.
"That look." He thought. "She never had that look with me."
"That was amzing." Bulma said still trying to catch her breath. Vegeta scoffed.
"Of course it was, woman. What else did you expect from royal Sayian blood. I bet that half wit, weakling could never make you fell this way." Bulma laughed.
"You're so arrogant." She laughed. "I love it."
"Ha, you're one to talk." Vegeta retorted.
Bulma chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck and pulled him down for a deep passionate kiss. When they pulled apart Vegeta asked a question Yamacha wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer to.
"Does this mean you're over Yamacha?" he asked. Bulma smirked, a smirk she learned from he himself.
"Yamacha who?" She replied sultrily.
Yamacha's heart dropped into his stomach. Unable to listen anymore he turned on his heels and walked out.
End Flashback
-xXx-
"It's only been two days, how can she be over me so soon?" Yamacha thought. "Not to mention, how could she even consider that arrogant bastard?"
Yamacha continued down the street completely wrapped up in his thoughts and oblivious to everything around him, including the voices of his friends coming up behind him.
"Yamacha!" Krillin yelled running after the young fighter. "Yamacha!"
"Slow down Krillin, I'm not getting any younger." Roshi yelled after him.
"Yamacha!" Krillin said finally catching up to his old friend. Yamacha turned around with a confused look on his face.
"Oh hey guys. What are you doing here?" he asked.
"We're here to see Bulma." Roshi replied gasping for breath.
"She said she had an upgrade for our capsules, but she isn't answering the door." Krillin explained.
"Yea well she's a little busy at the moment." Yamacha spat bitterly as he turned to continue his walk.
Krillin and Roshi looked at each other confused, before running after him.
"Is everything ok?" Roshi asked.
"Peachy." Yamacha replied still walking.
"Are you and Bulma fighting again?" Krillin asked.
"NO, KRILLIN, WE'RE NOT FIGHTING, WE'RE FAR FROM FIGHTING!" Yamacha snapped whirling around to face his two followers. "I hope I never see that stupid bitch ever again!"
"Uh, heh, heh, um do you….want to talk about it?" Krillin asked cautiously ready to dodge any punches he may direct his way.
"What's there to talk about?! That…that…that bitch…she…she…WHY HIM!?" Yamacha exploded, stuttering and unable to speak.
"Him who?" Krillin asked.
"HIM!" Yamacha yelled as he turned on his heels and stormed off.
"I think he's lost it." Roshi said. Krillin nodded in agreement.
A/N: Ok this chapter is from Yamacha's point of view the next will be what happened in those two days before he showed up and after he left. Then the third will be when they run into each other again. Please Review.
-RED
