A/N: Yay! Another chapter, I am so happy! FINALLY! I also finished 2 other poems, Man I am proud of myself for doing all this at 2:08 am. And no I am not trying togo really quickly, it's just going to be like Bulma STARTING to fall in love with the marvelous VEGGIE-CHAN! Heh-heh man he's going to be mad at me. Well thanks!
Notes: 'Bulma's thinking'
Oh and sorry if the chapters are short, I am REALLY not a good writer!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Db/dbz/dbgt, if I would I would have EVERYTHING of it, unfortunately I got stuck with a t-shirt, posters, dbz episodes, pics and cards. *Sigh* it's never enough
Chapter 2
To Love Again
It had been exactly one week since Yamcha hit me. I felt lonely. I also felt lost. Many, many emotions ran through my head. I would cry every night.
'What's wrong with me?! Why do I cry?! I don't want him, I don't need him! I don't need anybody! I can be independent! I can be alone. But, I don't want to be! I miss having someone to lean on, to have strong arms around my back holding me close for safety, Yamcha did that. But it was rare, but it was nice. I loved him so much, but if he couldn't return what I needed to have also, it couldn't happen.'
At this I had started crying again. Crying, after crying, after crying.
"WOMEN! WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" A voice from the hall yelled.
"Vegeta go away" I sniffled
"NOT UNLESS YOU STOP THE DAMN CRYING! IT'S 2:30 AM!"
"GO AWAY!"
"Women" He lowered his voice. "If you don't shut the hell up I will come in and make you"
"Yearight" I mumbled into my pillow. Of course I believe him; I of course, would never admit it.
I thought he didn't hear me and left so I started to talk out loud.
"Finally I thought that arrogant jerk would never leave." I sighed "Arrogant, yes, jerk, yes, but I have to admit also cute" I laid back on my bed and wiped the tear streaks on my face away. Quiet filled the hot air. I heard a 'humph' and foot steps leave. I sat up quickly.
'Oh my Kami! Vegeta was there, he must of heard me. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!'
I smacked my head
'Good job, GET him to hate you. Yep, you SURE are a genius Bulma'
Sarcasm dripped from every word. My mind replied to me
'Ooooooo I can just imagine that smirk on his face. MAN! I will regret this!'
I yawned and just was going to worry about it tomorrow. I laid back on my pillow and thought again back to the subject I was on earlier. Yamcha. I slowly started to cry myself back to sleep to find my dreams filled with good memories and awful nightmares.
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I snuggled up to my pillow the next morning. I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight that shone on my face. "I hate the sun" I mumbled. "Stupid sun!" I mumbled covering my eyes with one hand and throwing my pillow at the window with the other hand.
I climbed out of bed, quickly wrapped a towel around myself and went to the bathroom. I brushed my hair and then I walked into the shower cube and let the semi-cold water run down every curve on my body.
After I was finished (20 minutes later) I wrapped the towel back around my body and smacked myself in the head.
'OOOOOOOOH GREAT! I left my clothes back in my room! That is two doors down! Kami, I am definitely getting a bathroom installed in my room!'
I prayed that Vegeta wasn't out there and open the door to walk out. I quickly ran not noticing anything in front of me and bumped into Vegeta. My prayers were ignored.
'Oh no!'
I opened my eyes. Vegeta has just woken up and taken a shower in another bathroom right beside. He to had a towel wrapped around him and was wet from the water. I started to blush as I glared at his muscular chest. I felt the heat in my cheeks and turned around as I realized he was staring at me.
I turned and left into my room.
'Ok, What the hell just happened back there?!' I asked puzzled
'You blushed. You stared. He stared. Got it? My mind replied to the question.
'That's a rhetorical question, in case you didn't know brain, that means it has NO answer, so DON'T answer' I yelled.
'Then what the hell are you doing talking to yourself? Will it REALLY do any good to you at all?' It talked back.
"That's it!" I yelled, I slammed the dresser door shut and slipped on my clothes. I was wearing a short white tub top that said "LiL' DeViL" with tight black jeans.
I walked into the kitchen, my father and Vegeta were already sitting at the table and my mother was cooking the breakfast.
"Bulma-Chan..." My father started as I took a seat across from Vegeta.
"Yes, Otoosan?" I looked up at him.
"Well you see, today I have to leave on a business trip for Capsule Corp. and your mother has insisted on joining me, and I couldn't possibly say no. Well anyway we'll be gone for about a month or two, is that alright?"
"I understand, but Cassa (Yes, I've read your reviews. I know it's Okaasan, but it's a NICKNAME [like mother and mom] that my friend calls her mom) why are you going? Are you leaving me here, with this, this... HIM!?"
"Oh Bulma-Chan, he's a nice boy. Besides, you're a grown girl, I think you can take care of yourself." My mother said with a big smile plastered to her face.
I sighed deeply and ate my breakfast quietly when my mom set everything out.
'How am I supposed to be ok if it's just me and Vegeta staying in a house together?'
I heard a knock on the door. My Cassa got up, but I told her to sit and I would get it. I put my plates softly into the sink and walked to the door. Outside was Yamcha with flowers in his hand. He held them out to me.
"Bulma please I am sorry I-I didn't mean to get mad"
"Yamcha, NO!"
"C'mon! Please can we talk about this... somewhere else?" He said while glancing at Vegeta and Mrs. Briefs.
He grabbed my hand and helped me into the car. He drove to an ally like place that was dark, moist and grungy.
I shuddered at the feel of this place.
"Bulma please forgive me! I know I was drunk, but I love you! Y-you mean everything to me!"
"Yamcha, I told you no! Please take me home."
"No." he whispered.
"What?! I want to go home now Yamcha!"
"I said no, I am tired of you bossing me around and going to take things in my own hands" He grinned.
He reached to grab me and pinned my hands to the ground.
He tied my hands and legs to poles or any objects around to keep me still from moving.
I was scared, Yamcha was going to rape me; he had never done that before.
