This is my first B/V Non-songfic fanfic. Please tell me how you like it. I admit, I didn't get off at the best start, but like I said it's my first one. E-mail me at Trunks1995@hotmail.com and tell me what you think. Comments, Suggestions and flames are all welcome. ^_^

Thank-You,

- Jen

Chapter 1

The First Break Up



"Bulma, please I didn't mean it! I really am sorry, please forgive me, Bulma baby!" Yamcha pleaded.

"Yamcha this is it! We're through!" I yelled back as my eyes filled with water. This was hard for me, like the times before. Every time before, I came crawling back because I wanted him. Or was it just because I was lonely?

All of a sudden there was a loud smack. I went flying into a wall. I groaned as I tried to sit up.

"OH BULMA!" Yamcha cried out as he ran to me. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

I couldn't see, all I could do was feel a soaring pain right though my right cheek and went just above my eye. I knew tomorrow I would have a big bruise. At that moment I felt my eyes close and I slipped off to sleep.



I woke up when a loud thud came from outside.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I tried to sit up, but I cringed in pain as I held my face with both hands. Then I remember that Yamcha hit me. I growled at the thought of him, but then smiled, as I remembered him smile. I remembered the loud noise coming from outside. I got up and ran to the window and saw Vegeta broke the gravity room again. I sighed and decided to have something to do instead of argue and went to make breakfast. I slipped in to a pair of dark blue jeans, a black tank top and white socks and into my running shoes. I brushed my hair and put it up into a high ponytail, then put some dark red lipstick on. I saw the dark blue and black mark on the side of my face. I decided to put as much powered as I could. "YES!" I yelled as I saw only a bit of blue on my cheek, but I covered it with a string of blue hair streaming down the sides of my face.

"WOMEN!!! WHERE THE HELL IS MY BREAKFAST?!"

I could here his yell from the kitchen. I could swear those saiyans stomach's are bigger then they're mouths. I ran down the stairs to get things fixed just as my mother stepped before me.

"No, no dear! Let me fix it!" She said in her cheery high pitched voice.

"Uh, alright mom" I sat down at the table right beside Vegeta. I looked over at him. 'Not Bad.' I mentally slapped myself. 'NOT BAD?! Bulma what the hell are you thinking?!' It was no joke though. Saiyans were well built men, okay I guess the women would be too, but the only saiyans left in the world were Vegeta, Goku and his half breed son Gohan.

Just then Vegeta glanced at me. "What the hell are you looking at?"

I turned my head around quickly. 'Kuso! Nice work Bulma, stare at him!'

I decided I could just skip breakfast that morning and just wait till lunch so I went out for a little walk.

On the walk I sat at one of the benches. I stared at the little kids running around and having fun. All of a sudden a ball came flying towards and almost hit me in the face when suddenly it was caught. I looked up and saw the side of Yamcha's face that wasn't behind the ball. I took the ball and stared at it. I sighed deeply.

"Excuse me?" I felt a tug on my shirt. I looked down at a little girl. "May I please have my ball back?" She smiled politely.

I glanced down at her and smiled. She had one of those sweet innocent smiles that every kid who was happy and having fun, had pressed on their lips.

"Sure thing" I handed her back the ball.

"Thank-you, Miss. Briefs!" She shouted running and joining her friends in their fun.

'So polite, so sweet. How much I would dear to have a child of my own' I thought quietly to myself. My face turned from a sweet smile into a slight frown. Unfortunately, Yamcha had noticed.

"Bulma Baby, What's wrong?"

"Yamcha." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Bulma"

"Remember Yesterday?"

"Bulma I said I was sorry you know I was--" I cut him off.

"--I told you, I told you YAMCHA! We're through! Every time your drunk, I wake up with a different bruise on my body!" I shouted and walked off.

He stood there. I could even picture the little cloud question mark appearing just above his head. He was confused. Confused like every man would be with the way, I, Bulma Briefs, richest and smartest women in the world, acted. Yes, guys couldn't take their eyes off of me, but that's because I'm only 22 and had a great body. I admit, I didn't mind the attention that much; but guys were dumping me saying "I got to go, it's not you, Honestly! It's just that, I can't stand your on and off temper. See yea babe!" Well if athat's all men wanted, if that's how all men are going to act, I would just forget about it.