Disclaimer: - I do not own DBZ, any of its characters or anything like that. I never have and never will sob

Summary: - Bulma is married to Yamcha who is an abusive husband. Vegeta is a friend from work and finds out about Yamchas abuse.

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Black and Blue Chapter 1 – A normal day

Bulma woke up at 6:00am. The space next to her was empty yet again. Since Bulma had married Yamcha two years ago everything had gone down hill. Her bed was empty of him most mornings and nearly everynight. He had changed from the loving, caring and romantic man she agreed to marry into the drunken, abusive man he was today. Now the only times she really saw him was when he came home drunk, smelling of other women, with lipstick all over him and when Bulma asked…. Well let's just say she had a sore, sleepless night.

Now she was on her way to work. Making blue prints made her feel better for some reason. It was a passion. Not to mention her friends at work were the best. None of them knew anything of the abuse. They thought Yamcha was a kind man with only Bulmas best interests at heart. He could fool them now but not forever. She checked the road as she pulled out of a junction and soon pulled into work.

She grabbed a parking spot whilst it was still free and relaxed in her seat for a moment. It was funny, she knew she had everything she needed but she couldn't help the feeling that she had forgotten something. It's probably nothing she thought must have left the iron on or something. Unbuckling her seatbelt she grabbed her purse, opened her door and stepped out of her silver Toyota Yaris. Straightening her moonlight blue skirt suit she started to walk towards her part of the building. Click click went her high heels on the concrete parking lot. As she walked she pulled back her aqua hair and placed it in a messy bun at the nape of her neck.

Glancing at her watch she noticed she was running late. Damn traffic she cursed if I'm late it's my ass. Picking up her pace she practically ran to her desk and sat down just as the clock struck nine. Settling herself down she switched on her computer and grabbed a chewing gum from her purse whilst everything loaded. Hope the computer can keep up with me today.

Half an hour passed before a familiar figure waltzed passed her desk. The strut was unmistakable. Those kinds of muscles only appeared on two employees and the hair was totally unique.

"Morning Vegeta." She stated as he stopped at her desk.

"Morning Bulma, good weekend?" His gruff voice asked.

"The usual. You know, I stayed in, read a book, had a glass of wine or two. You?"

"Went out, got drunk, got layed, went home." He smirked at the last part "By the way. What happened to your eye?"

"My eye?"

Vegeta nodded. What is he talking about? He can't see it can he? She asked herself. Bulma started to panic and fumbled in her purse for her compact. She finally found it and brought it up to see her face. There it was. Her left eye was bruised a grotesque black and a purple blue. She knew she had forgotten something. Oh kame my make up. I didn't put it on this morning. How could I be so stupid? She had forgotten to cover the black eye Yamcha had given her on Sunday.

Flashback

Bulma looked on in horror as Yamcha came into the bedroom drunk and covered in females' perfume. He sat on the end of the bed and started to undress. Bulma closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep. Please not tonight. I have work tomorrow. She begged in her head. It was no use it was going to happen and she knew it.

Yamcha had finished undressing. He came to her side of the bed and shook her hard. With no response he grabbed her hair and pulled her out of bed with it. Bulma screamed and struggled. The occasional grunt of "let go you're hurting me" was heard and all Yamchas response was "Good". He pulled her to her feet and hissed the word "sex, now". Bulma shook her head. Apparently that was the wrong answer as Yamcha pulled back his fist and hit her, knocking her out cold.

End Flashback

Hurriedly Bulma lied " Oh, that. I … um … one to many last night I guess. Must be a U.D.I didn't know I had it. Got to wake up better in the mornings." Bulma giggled.

Vegeta looked at her sceptically. It was plausible he guessed. He had noticed however that she seemed depressed most mornings. Maybe her marriage was in a bit of a pit. Then again maybe it was this boring assed job. In any case it was none of his business.

"HEY YOU TWO! GET BACK TO WORK. YOU THINK I PAY YOU TO SIT ON YOUR ASSES AND CHAT ALL DAY? WELL I DON'T!"

Bulma giggled. "Looks like Mrs. Atoshi's been on his case again."

Vegeta smirked and made a motion with his hands "Whipped".

Bulma just nodded and turned back to her work. Waving a hand over her shoulder to say goodbye she prayed for lunch to hurry on up. He's not the only one whipped she sneered but I get beaten to.

Lunch

Bulmas prayer was answered and she was soon sat across from Chi-chi, Goku, Vegeta and Krillin. It seemed to Bulma that everyone around her should be in an army. Everyone was dressed almost identically, but that was the way Mr. Atoshi liked it. The only thing unique as far as Bulma could see was hair colour. Even then some where the same but hairstyles, just look at Goku and Vegeta. Goku's hair stuck out everywhere like he had been electrocuted and Vegetas hair looked like it had been stuck in a flame mold and sprayed with three whole cans of hair spray. Yet somehow it was always soft.

"So, Bulma. Fancy joining us on Saturday? I know you're not the going out type but it could be a nice change." Chi-chi asked.

"Huh? Oh! I don't know yet. I've got to ask Yamcha if he wants to come, I've got to see if we have anything else planned e.t.c You know how it is."

Everybody nodded. They knew what relationships were like, ask, give, take, and argue.

"Okay Bulma. Well let Vegeta know tomorrow or something if you can. Then we can start to plan this thing." Goku smiled.

"Yeah ok."

"Oh! Man. It's 1:30pm already." Sulked Goku

"Whah?" Everyone moaned

Bulma grabbed her empty lunch bag and got up from the table.

"I guess I'll see you later then guys. Give me a call ok.? Later!" Bulma called

Strange Bulma thought Krillin didn't say much today. Infact he didn't say anything at all. Usually it's Juu this Juu that. I wonder how his relationship's going. Oh well.

She dumped her rubbish in the bin and moved off back to her desk. Just then she felt a tentative tap on her shoulder. Turning around she saw Krillin looking at her very sheepishly with a slight blush to his cheeks.

"Bulma. Um…. I have a question." He mumbled

"Sure Krillin…. Shoot."

He coughed nervously and in a meek voice asked. " Well I was wondering. How would I propose to Juu?"

"You're going to propose? That's fantastic! What you need to do is set up a nice romantic dinner. Just the two of you of course, no expense sparred. Then over dessert or a last glass of wine you get down on one knee, spout some lovey, dovey poem you know and then pop the question!" Bulma practically screamed.

"You think so?"

Bulma nodded " I know so. I'll even help you plan if you like."

"Thanks Bulma I'll call you later ok. We can find a good restaurant."

He waved goodbye and headed back to work. Well Bulma thought At least someone's relationship is going well. Fantastically I'd say.

She plonked herself back at her desk and delved into her incomplete blue prints. She was determined to finish them for the manufacturing guys today. The rest of the day flew by and all to soon it was time to go home. She had finished her blue prints but she would have given anything to stay there. Bulma swallowed hard. She felt sick, it was 5pm and that meant Yamcha was most likely at home after his drinking session. She packed her things away slowly as she heard several goodbyes directed her way. She goodbyed back and painstakingly slowly headed for her car and for home.

Home

Bulma unlocked her door and stepped inside. Taking off her shoes she placed them just inside the door and hung her jacket on the coat hanger. A bang caught her attention and looking up she saw Yamcha stumble into the hallway from the kitchen. He was drunk. Bulma could smell the alcohol from where she stood. He stumbled towards her a mean look on his face. Scrunching his lips up he produced a few slurred words.

"Where t-the hell hav-have you been?" He asked in a half yell.

"I ….. I've been at work hun." Bulma stammered

"You're l-late bitch! W-what else h-ave you b-b-been doing?"

"Nothing! The traffic … bad … jams all over."

Yamcha sneered "LIAR!"

Bulma shook her head furiously. She hadn't done anything. He knew she hadn't. Deep down she knew that Yamcha was a bastard and he wouldn't change. Yet again Bulma knew she would feel the brunt of whatever had upset or frustrated him today.

She watched him warily as he moved towards her. To late she realised that he was to close. There was no way she could run now. He'd be on her in a flash if she opened the door or even tried to run. She had no chance. Fear fluttered in her stomach as Yamcha advanced towards her. He stopped suddenly, looked down and picked up Bulmas big yellow umbrella with the smiley teddy bears on it.

A/N: That's it for now. Hope you enjoyed it. Next chappy will be up in the next couple of weeks and for those of you who are reading my other story Z High, don't worry I'm half way through the next chappy on that to. Until then.

U.D.I is a term some of my friends use. It's when you get so drunk you wake up with an injury next morning and can't remember how you got it. Literally it means Unknown Drunken Injury.

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