Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Gary Allan and his song "Man to Man". However, I wouldn't mind owning either of them. *smile-wink-nudge*

A/N: I know that some of these things are a little out of character for Vegeta to say, but that is where I take my artistic license. Besides, if I changed them, the story wouldn't fit the song. I myself have a hard time imagining him using the "L" word, even in reference to someone else. I also know that Yamcha and Bulma supposedly ended the relationship amicably. However, that ALSO wouldn't fit into the song. That's all I have to say! Enjoy!

A/N2: Song lyrics are in italics. I made the words part of the conversations. I had to change some words, but only so that they'd be grammatically correct.

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Man to Man

Chapter 1

"But babe….." Yamcha whined. "I'll do better this time."

"No Yamcha! I'm sick of this crap! It's over! I mean it this time!" Bulma allowed her face to soften and a note of sadness crept into her voice, "I'm sorry."

"You can't just dump me like this!"

Bulma's features hardened again and fire snapped into her eyes. All trace of sympathy fled. "Vegeta." She said her voice cold as steel.

Vegeta looked at her from the corner of the room where he had been blatantly eavesdropping on their fight (like he always did. These weaklings and their petty arguments provided him with much entertainment.). He was startled that she had even taken notice that he was there, much less addressed him.

Once sure that she had his attention, Bulma turned back to Yamcha with a malicious smile. Keeping her eyes on his, she spoke to Vegeta in a tone that invited no argument:

"Throw him out."

Vegeta was surprised by the request. This had never happened before! The woman MUST be serious. Nevertheless, he tossed her a feral smile, like that of a satisfied wolf, and stalked towards Yamcha. "With pleasure, Woman."

Yamcha had been equally surprised by Bulma's order and had stood there, staring at her, dumbstruck. He didn't move or utter a sound until Vegeta picked him up by the scruff of his neck and the seat of his pants, when he suddenly began to do both. He struggled and shouted curses as Vegeta hauled him out the door. Bulma was unwavering. Nobody told her what she could and couldn't do.

A few feet out on the large, lush, Capsule Corp. lawn, Vegeta gave the man a brisk shake and unceremoniously heaved Yamcha into the air. Disoriented, Yamcha flew up into the air and didn't have the chance to enact his flying powers before he landed face first at the edge of the property. Vegeta strode over and stood threateningly over his crumpled form.

Unfortunately, Yamcha was one of the most stubborn earthlings and not one of the most intelligent. Unfortunately for him.

Yamcha came up swinging and spewing forth another stream of nearly unintelligible curses. Vegeta easily dodged the first couple of wild punches and then caught the fist that was aimed straight for his face. Luckily for Yamcha's continuing health, this was enough to put a halt to his physical tirade. Vegeta kept a firm hold of Yamcha's fist. The two warriors locked eyes, Yamcha's burning with anger and Vegeta's mildly bored.

"This is all your fault!" the outraged young man spat.

Vegeta raised his eyebrows, questioningly. To him this was only proof of the weakling's lower intelligence. "And why is that?" he drawled.

"Because the only reason that Bulma is breaking up with me is because she's got her eye on someone else!" Yamcha snarled.

Vegeta decided that it wouldn't be worth his time to list the myriad other reasons as to why the Woman was breaking up with this pathetic excuse for a male. Besides, he mused; his words would probably be wasted. It appeared as though the Earthling was enraged beyond rational thought (that is, if he was ever capable of it) and wouldn't accept the truth of his own faultiness right now.

So instead, he merely laughed disdainfully, and tightened his hold on Yamcha's fist. "You're throwing around a lot of serious accusations. Are you prepared to back them up?"

Yamcha felt his knuckles crack painfully. He merely grunted in pain and didn't try to do anything about it. It was clear that Vegeta was the stronger of the two and if he had really wanted to, could have crushed every bone in Yamcha's hand with little effort.

Oddly enough, Vegeta was entertaining the exact same thought. The only reason he didn't go through with it was because it was part of the conditions of his living and training at the Capsule Corp. Mansion. He could stay as long as he wanted with free room and board, as long as he didn't hurt, maim, or kill anyone.

But Yamcha was still glowering at him, so continued condescendingly. "It isn't too hard to tell what you're insinuating."

"You think I'm the one who stole her away. And if it were not for me that she'd still be yours today. Is that right?"

"Yeah. That's right," Yamcha gritted out between clenched teeth.

Vegeta dug his gloved fingers ever so slightly into Yamcha's hand. The effect was quite painful. "So you assumed that merely because you weren't man enough to keep a woman satisfied that another male was to blame? And you actually thought that I'd WANT to intrude on your 'territory' and be tied down to a harpy, like Kakarott?"

Yamcha's silence was answer enough.

Vegeta still seemed almost amused by this whole scenario. "We're both men here so why play games?" he asked. "Why don't we call a spade a spade, to borrow one of your earthling metaphors."

"Man to man: tell me the truth. Tell me, were you ever there when she needed you?" From what Vegeta understood of human relationships through television and his own observations, there was supposed to be a certain amount of give and take. And Yamcha seemed to be doing most of the taking.

Vegeta's hand tightened. Yamcha was forced onto his knees now and Vegeta leaned in menacingly so that their faces were only inches apart.

"Man to man: look me in the eye and tell me, if you really loved her, why'd you make her cry?" There had been more than one night when Vegeta had been kept awake by the woman's incessant noise. There had also been more than one occasion when he had thought about putting her out of her misery. He honestly did not know why she stayed with the jerk.

The pain was excruciating! Yamcha's eyes began to water and it took all of his discipline not to simply collapse!

"Man to man: who cheated who? You're the one to blame, tell me it isn't true. Go on! Tell me!" Vegeta dared. "Man to man……" Yamcha offered no response.

With one last squeeze, Vegeta released his grip and Yamcha fell to the ground, breathing hard and clutching his injured hand. Vegeta snorted with disgust and walked back to the house and back to his training. He had more important things to worry about.

He had to beat Kakarott.

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A/N3:  P.S. I have nothing against Yamcha!!!!!! Nothing!!! I swear!!!

            P.P.S. For those of you out there who care: I never said that Yamcha was cheating on Bulma! Take from those words what you will! I never even said what they were fighting about! If you really want to know what happened, feel free to e-mail me and I'll tell you.