AN - I have really been getting into Dragonball Z, so here is a Bulma/Vegeta fic :)
The royal Saiyan prince had arrived. Bulma scowled into her coffee cup as she heard Yajarobi try sucking up to him from outside. Vegeta had that presence on most people and it disgusted Bulma. How could someone so obnoxious be so handsome? Bulma ignored Vegeta walking into the kitchen and proceeded to text Yamcha, after he died she had to reconsider their break up, it hurt too much to be without him, even if that meant forgetting his mistakes. Vegeta swung open the fridge door, he had moved into Capsule Corp to train, the unfortunate side of that was he had to spend time seeing "the inferiors" as he liked to call them. Vegeta glanced at the blue hair Bulma as he drank his milk swiftly. He stared at her phone, a communication device he knew so little about. He squinted as he seen the small font saying "New message: Yamcha xx". He felt his temper flare, that.. that, womanizing warthog and she was back with him! Vegeta grounded his teeth together, and sighed. There was no point in getting angry, she was just an inferior woman who was more likely to be his slave than a mate. Nothing for him to bother thinking about.
Bulma snapped her phone shut and moved her chair backwards to get up but as she did she caught the Prince's toe, Vegeta yelped out of shock. He gritted his teeth and tilted the chair up and over making Bulma land straight on the floor. Bulma blinked and turned to face Vegeta.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Bulma screamed at Vegeta quickly stumbling to her feet.
Vegeta clenched a fist and grabbed Bulma's wrist.
"HOW DARE YOU YELL AT ME! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU WORTHLESS HUMAN!"
Bulma pulled her wrist from Vegeta's grip and pushed past him. What a jerk! How dare he treat her like she was nothing. Just as she walked past Vegeta the door knocked and in came Yamcha. Her anger died down when she seen her boyfriend and ran to him, hugging him tightly.
"Woah, hi Bulma" He said with a smile holding her back
"C'mon Yamcha, let's get some privacy around here" Bulma pulled Yamcha up the stairs glaring at Vegeta.
Vegeta had to hold all of his rage back to not grab Bulma and shake her. And as for Yamcha, wel... Vegeta smirked at his own thoughts and went to the gravity room.
"Yamcha? What are you doing?" Bulma cried as Yamcha towered over her. He smiled and took out a photo album from the drawer. He tipped the contents of photos onto Bulma. Each of them a moment between Yamcha and another woman getting intimate. Bulma refused to look, pressing her eyelids together as tight as she could. She refused to believe. She heard Yamcha's voice fade and opened her eyes to see Vegeta there smiling Bulma looked at what he was holding, it was the photo album and Vegeta threw it up in the air and shot it as quick as it went up. The pictures were no more. Vegeta turned to leave but looked at Bulma, he gave her a small gentle smirk before walking off.."Bulma? You with me?" Yamcha waved in front of Bulma's face watching as she came down to earth again.
"Hm? Sorry what did you say?"
Yamcha laughed and leant in to give Bulma a kiss. Bulma hesitated and kissed Yamcha. She opened her eyes mid kiss to see Vegeta kissing her back. Her eyes widened and she lost her balance falling off of her bed. She looked back and seen it was Yamcha all along.
"Bulma are you ok?" Yamcha asked concerned.
"Yeah, sorry I uhm, need some rest Yamcha, I'm not with it today" Bulma said trying to make up as many excuses as she could.
"Yeah you say. I need to go train anyway, get better Bulma" Yamcha said with a smile and walked out.
Bulma sighed and rubbed her head, she would have loved to know what was going on.
