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'…..' thought
"…." talking
~…~ lyrics
Love Is Such A Crazy Thing
Cold Hearted
~He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been telling' lies~
It was 9.00 pm, he was late again. This was the hundredth time he's done this to her, well may be not a hundred times, but a lot, nonetheless.
Bulma was waiting for over an hour, already. She was sitting down on the couch, in the family room, wearing a dark blue tube top dress, that was an inch off her knees, and a pair of matching shoes from nine west, open-toed, 3 inch high. Then finally the doorbell rang. Bulma's mother was the one who opened the door.
"Yamcha! Come in, Bulma's in the family room." Mrs. Briefs squealed.
"Thanks you" he replied as he made his way to the family room.
"What took you so long?" Bulma asked in a stern voice.
"Bulma, babe. I lost track of time" he replied.
She stood up and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I'll ask again, What the FUCK took you so long!?"
"Honestly. I forgot we had a date. I'm so sorry Bulma, can you forgive me," he said going on his knees and grabbed her hands and started to stroke them and looked her into her ocean depths, with regret in his eyes.
What Bulma didn't know was that Yamcha was full aware of the date they had today, but he was out with another women before this. And they went back to his place for a little fun.
~He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool--no~
The way he was looking at her was enough to forget why she was mad at him.
"Come on, let's go," she said grabbing her coat and purse. Yamcha got up from his position and put his arm around Bulma's waist, when she was done putting on her coat.
"Mom! We're Leaving" Bulma yelled as they left Capsule Corp.
~You're the one givin' up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back and then he's off
And runnin' with the crowd~
Yamcha was sleeping on her bed. Bulma on the other hand was wide-awake, looking at her love. She was questioning their relationship. Before when they made love, it was something, something great, she felt drugged. Now, there was nothing, she was just here to please him, it was no longer about her needs.
~You're the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think he thinks about you
When he's out~
Yamcha left early, leaving Bulma in the kitchen to think about their relationship some more, when a rude and arrogant voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Women! That blasted Gravity Machine is busted again, FIX IT!!" Vegeta demanded.
"Vegeta, my name is Bulma, not women. Get it right and I have no time to fix that machine, so if you'll excuse me" she started getting up from her seat when the Sayian Prince pushed her back into her seat.
"Women, you better fix that blasted machine of I'll…" he was cut off.
"Or you'll what? Kill me? IF you do that no one will fix the Gravity Machine for you. And if you think my father will he won't not after you killed his little girl. SO you can't, your stuck. I'll fix it later" she pushed the Sayian Prince out of her way and left to get ready to leave. She was gonna go to Yamcha's to talk about were their relationship was heading.
~It was only late last night
He was out there sneakin'
Then he called you up
To check that you were waiting by the phone
All the world's a candy store
He's been trick or treatin'
When it comes to true love girl with him
There's no one home~
Bulma was at home trying to call Yamcha for the tenth time that day. She needed to talk to him about their relationship was going. He wasn't home, where else would he be, its Saturday. He doesn't work or anything. He should be home. Bulma gave up after the fifth teen time.
"Women, fix that blasted machine, NOW!!!" Vegeta demanded this time with more anger and frustration in is voice.
"Geta, I told you once and I'll tell you again. My name is BULMA not women. And I can't fix it now, I have to…" she was cut off by Vegeta.
"You have to what? Go out with that, baka, weakling human of yours? You do know that the reason he's not home is because he's out with another women" He smirked; he knew that would get under her skin.
Bulma just "hmphed" and left Vegeta in the family room. She walked into the lab and grabbed her tools, so she could fix the gravity machine. If she fixed it, she wouldn't have to listen to his voice until he broke it again.
~He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool--no~
Bulma was at the control panel of the gravity machine, trying to figure out what the hell Vegeta did to the machine. Then her thoughts drifted to what Vegeta said to her earlier.
"You do know that the reason he's not home is because he's out with another women"
Could he be right? Could Yamcha be cheating? No, he wouldn't, would he? He loves her, doesn't he?
Bulmas thoughts went on what happened last night and all the other times he was always later for their dates, he's rarely here know, he smells different, and there's a different look in his eyes.
~How come how come he can he can tell-a tell-a you're-a you're-a
Always always number number one without a doubt
(He's he's one one cold cold snake snake)
When-a when-a he is he is always always squirmin' squirmin'
Like a little snake under-a e-ver-y-a rock
(No no give give, all all take take)
You've been you've been workin' workin' on the on the love
And he's been only only playing undercover all the while
(One one smooth smooth sharp sharp tongue tongue)
Take a take another 'nother look into his eyes
(He he just just talks)
And you will on-ly see a rep-tile~
Something was differently wrong in their relationship. Already finished with the repairs on the Gravity Machine, she decided to see if Yamcha was home. She grabbed her tools and uncaps led her 1999 black corvette in the driveway. She put the tools on the floor of the passenger seat and hopped into the car and started the engine.
She arrived minutes later and noticed that Yamcha's car was still in his driveway. Then why hasn't he answered any of her calls? Bulma hopped out of the car, she was at the entrance to his house, she put her hand on the handle, and it was unlocked. That was odd. She opened the door and stopped inside when she heard noises coming out of his room. She made her way to his room and slightly opened the door.
Bulma's eyes widened, there he was on top of another women. He was FUCKING another women. She busted thru the door and grabbed the closet thing to her and hurled it right at Yamcha. Yamcha turned, getting off the blonde haired women.
"Bulma!" he yelled in shock.
"You" she thru something else "Fucking" another "Asshole" another "How dare" another "You do" another "This to me" she picked up the phone in his room and ripped it off the wall and thru it at him, each item hitting him.
Bulma stormed out of the room, cussing under her breath. Yamcha wrapped a blanket around his waist and went after Bulma.
"Bulma!" he yelled out.
She stopped but didn't turn around, not wanting him to see how he hurt her.
"Bulma, babe, it was just a one time thing. You know you're my number one" the lies just flowed out so easily.
"Yamcha, just one-time we've been going out for over a week" the lady in the bedroom yelled.
Bulmas eyes widened. She turned to face Yamcha, her eyes showed anger and hate. And she started to push Yamcha.
"That's why you were late for out date. You were FUCKING her, weren't you?" she pushed him against the wall.
"Bulma, baby please" he was cut off.
"Don't baby please me. Yamcha, were thru. I just wish I saw this earlier." she gave him one last push as she made her way to the door.
Yamcha made his way towards the door trying to get to Bulma, but she slammed the door right in his face.
Bulma felt happy somewhat for some strange reason. She was glad she broke up with Yamcha, there was not fear of being lonely. All Yamcha did was make her worry and make her cry. She didn't need that. She deserved better.
~You could find somebody better girl
He could only make you cry
You deserve somebody better girl
He's c-cold as ice~
~He's a cold-hearted snake~
AN: Please review, tell me what you think. The next party to this songfic trilogy is about how Bulma will not take Yamcha back, even when he begs and pleads but won't. The next one will be one in a few days. While your waiting read some of my other fics and please reivew. ^_~
'…..' thought
"…." talking
~…~ lyrics
Love Is Such A Crazy Thing
Cold Hearted
~He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been telling' lies~
It was 9.00 pm, he was late again. This was the hundredth time he's done this to her, well may be not a hundred times, but a lot, nonetheless.
Bulma was waiting for over an hour, already. She was sitting down on the couch, in the family room, wearing a dark blue tube top dress, that was an inch off her knees, and a pair of matching shoes from nine west, open-toed, 3 inch high. Then finally the doorbell rang. Bulma's mother was the one who opened the door.
"Yamcha! Come in, Bulma's in the family room." Mrs. Briefs squealed.
"Thanks you" he replied as he made his way to the family room.
"What took you so long?" Bulma asked in a stern voice.
"Bulma, babe. I lost track of time" he replied.
She stood up and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I'll ask again, What the FUCK took you so long!?"
"Honestly. I forgot we had a date. I'm so sorry Bulma, can you forgive me," he said going on his knees and grabbed her hands and started to stroke them and looked her into her ocean depths, with regret in his eyes.
What Bulma didn't know was that Yamcha was full aware of the date they had today, but he was out with another women before this. And they went back to his place for a little fun.
~He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool--no~
The way he was looking at her was enough to forget why she was mad at him.
"Come on, let's go," she said grabbing her coat and purse. Yamcha got up from his position and put his arm around Bulma's waist, when she was done putting on her coat.
"Mom! We're Leaving" Bulma yelled as they left Capsule Corp.
~You're the one givin' up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back and then he's off
And runnin' with the crowd~
Yamcha was sleeping on her bed. Bulma on the other hand was wide-awake, looking at her love. She was questioning their relationship. Before when they made love, it was something, something great, she felt drugged. Now, there was nothing, she was just here to please him, it was no longer about her needs.
~You're the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think he thinks about you
When he's out~
Yamcha left early, leaving Bulma in the kitchen to think about their relationship some more, when a rude and arrogant voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Women! That blasted Gravity Machine is busted again, FIX IT!!" Vegeta demanded.
"Vegeta, my name is Bulma, not women. Get it right and I have no time to fix that machine, so if you'll excuse me" she started getting up from her seat when the Sayian Prince pushed her back into her seat.
"Women, you better fix that blasted machine of I'll…" he was cut off.
"Or you'll what? Kill me? IF you do that no one will fix the Gravity Machine for you. And if you think my father will he won't not after you killed his little girl. SO you can't, your stuck. I'll fix it later" she pushed the Sayian Prince out of her way and left to get ready to leave. She was gonna go to Yamcha's to talk about were their relationship was heading.
~It was only late last night
He was out there sneakin'
Then he called you up
To check that you were waiting by the phone
All the world's a candy store
He's been trick or treatin'
When it comes to true love girl with him
There's no one home~
Bulma was at home trying to call Yamcha for the tenth time that day. She needed to talk to him about their relationship was going. He wasn't home, where else would he be, its Saturday. He doesn't work or anything. He should be home. Bulma gave up after the fifth teen time.
"Women, fix that blasted machine, NOW!!!" Vegeta demanded this time with more anger and frustration in is voice.
"Geta, I told you once and I'll tell you again. My name is BULMA not women. And I can't fix it now, I have to…" she was cut off by Vegeta.
"You have to what? Go out with that, baka, weakling human of yours? You do know that the reason he's not home is because he's out with another women" He smirked; he knew that would get under her skin.
Bulma just "hmphed" and left Vegeta in the family room. She walked into the lab and grabbed her tools, so she could fix the gravity machine. If she fixed it, she wouldn't have to listen to his voice until he broke it again.
~He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool--no~
Bulma was at the control panel of the gravity machine, trying to figure out what the hell Vegeta did to the machine. Then her thoughts drifted to what Vegeta said to her earlier.
"You do know that the reason he's not home is because he's out with another women"
Could he be right? Could Yamcha be cheating? No, he wouldn't, would he? He loves her, doesn't he?
Bulmas thoughts went on what happened last night and all the other times he was always later for their dates, he's rarely here know, he smells different, and there's a different look in his eyes.
~How come how come he can he can tell-a tell-a you're-a you're-a
Always always number number one without a doubt
(He's he's one one cold cold snake snake)
When-a when-a he is he is always always squirmin' squirmin'
Like a little snake under-a e-ver-y-a rock
(No no give give, all all take take)
You've been you've been workin' workin' on the on the love
And he's been only only playing undercover all the while
(One one smooth smooth sharp sharp tongue tongue)
Take a take another 'nother look into his eyes
(He he just just talks)
And you will on-ly see a rep-tile~
Something was differently wrong in their relationship. Already finished with the repairs on the Gravity Machine, she decided to see if Yamcha was home. She grabbed her tools and uncaps led her 1999 black corvette in the driveway. She put the tools on the floor of the passenger seat and hopped into the car and started the engine.
She arrived minutes later and noticed that Yamcha's car was still in his driveway. Then why hasn't he answered any of her calls? Bulma hopped out of the car, she was at the entrance to his house, she put her hand on the handle, and it was unlocked. That was odd. She opened the door and stopped inside when she heard noises coming out of his room. She made her way to his room and slightly opened the door.
Bulma's eyes widened, there he was on top of another women. He was FUCKING another women. She busted thru the door and grabbed the closet thing to her and hurled it right at Yamcha. Yamcha turned, getting off the blonde haired women.
"Bulma!" he yelled in shock.
"You" she thru something else "Fucking" another "Asshole" another "How dare" another "You do" another "This to me" she picked up the phone in his room and ripped it off the wall and thru it at him, each item hitting him.
Bulma stormed out of the room, cussing under her breath. Yamcha wrapped a blanket around his waist and went after Bulma.
"Bulma!" he yelled out.
She stopped but didn't turn around, not wanting him to see how he hurt her.
"Bulma, babe, it was just a one time thing. You know you're my number one" the lies just flowed out so easily.
"Yamcha, just one-time we've been going out for over a week" the lady in the bedroom yelled.
Bulmas eyes widened. She turned to face Yamcha, her eyes showed anger and hate. And she started to push Yamcha.
"That's why you were late for out date. You were FUCKING her, weren't you?" she pushed him against the wall.
"Bulma, baby please" he was cut off.
"Don't baby please me. Yamcha, were thru. I just wish I saw this earlier." she gave him one last push as she made her way to the door.
Yamcha made his way towards the door trying to get to Bulma, but she slammed the door right in his face.
Bulma felt happy somewhat for some strange reason. She was glad she broke up with Yamcha, there was not fear of being lonely. All Yamcha did was make her worry and make her cry. She didn't need that. She deserved better.
~You could find somebody better girl
He could only make you cry
You deserve somebody better girl
He's c-cold as ice~
~He's a cold-hearted snake~
AN: Please review, tell me what you think. The next party to this songfic trilogy is about how Bulma will not take Yamcha back, even when he begs and pleads but won't. The next one will be one in a few days. While your waiting read some of my other fics and please reivew. ^_~