A few hours later Vegeta sat on the floor for a short break, long enough to drain a large bottle of water, when he sensed another ki approaching. Closing his eyes he concentrated a small bit only to idenitfy the introder. It wasn't that hard. Withint a split second he figured it out to be the scared faced weakling. Vegeta shrugged. It wasn't his business and for that matter, he didn't give a rats ass about what happened between the woman or the weakling. He hadn't figured out yet that he'd been caught on camera and was about to get the life beaten out of him by a tiny, yet angry, blue haired woman. She didn't need help yet before Vegeta even figured out why, he was on his feet and walking out of the gravity chamber, if for no other reason then this might be entertaining.
Being careful to mask his presence from the weakling he snuck around the corner just in time to see Yamcha come up behind Bulma who was bent over her dads latest vehicle doing repairs to it, she had been working herself into a freenzy, he knew that much, obviously an attempt to distract herself. Too bad now the source of her irritation was now behind her.
Yamcha sauntered up behind her, walking in a very cocky strut, even from here Vegeta could tell he had recently been with another woman, no matter how hard the weakling had tried to mask the scent or to wash it from his skin, it was there. Yamcha can up behind Bulma and wrapped his arms around her. She jumped and then snapped her head around, when she saw who it was, she snarled at him, but before she had a chance to let lose a long tirade of insults Yamcha covered her lips with his. Vegeta had no idea why at that moment rage so stroung ran through his veins that he could barely see straight, it was all he could do to keep a mask on his powers and to stay hidden when what he really wanted to do was march right over there and yank the weakling by his hair before basting his face off and send him flying into space. Amongst other things. But what he hated more was that he was feeling like this. It had all started one day when he woke up from his near fatal training day and saw her sitting beside him sleeping, ever since then, he had noticed her more than he would like.
Bulma pushed against Yamcha with all her strenght, shrieking as his lips covered hers. For a brief moment during that kiss she had forgotten why she hated him in the first place, remembering only how amazing a kisser he was. But it came roaring back when his left hand slid down her back to cover her ass in his large hands, and she flipped. "YOU UNBELEIVABLE JERK!! HOW DARE YOU KISS ME!!"
Yamcha let her go and stumbled back, hoping to block her flying fists. What had he done now?
"Bulma, calm down, what have i done this time? Tell me what I did and I'll make it all better."
"You think you can make it better? You think you can make it BETTER?! How like a man! You really dont think you've done anything wrong have you? I know all about you, you jerk!" And with that, she shoved the printed out evidence in his face, should he try to deny any of this.
As she shoved the picture in front of his face a few emotions passed over his face. First anger, then disbelief, then guilt, and now.....the denial began. "Oh Bulma, where did you get this? Surely you don't believe this do you? This isn't me, you know I love you babe, this is nothing more than a photoshopped image, its somebody elses body with my face pasted on to make me look bad, you know i would never do anything to hurt you."
Vegeta coudn't believe his eyes when Bulma halted her attack on him and stood there thinking. Then thought better of it. "Do you really think I'm that much of an idiot? I konw how to do good photoshop, and believe me, this is the real deal, this image was not touched one bit, the only part here that is touched, is your head!" And with that, she drew her hand back and slapped him across the face with everything she had. Even thought he was a weakling, he was still a fighter, but that slap was hard enough that it snapped his head to the side, and right away left a large red spot on his cheek. That one slap was enough to break his mask of innocence and to have it all come crashing down.
"Fine! Do you want the truth? Do you? A man has needs Bulma! Needs that you refuse to tend to as is your duty as a woman! But since you refuse to do your job, I have to go look elsewhere for my pleasure. This wouldn't happen if you would just unlock your thighs you dried up icy hearted fat bitch."
Woah, Vegeta thought, even she didn't deserve to be called that. He felt his anger growing by the second, how dare that weakling blame her, how dare that weakling insult his woman. Vegeta paused at that thought, his woman? Where had that come from? He was about to turn around and go back to training to erase that thought from his mind when Yamcha spoke again.
"But if you want to make daddy all better, all you need to do is do as I ask." And with that, he yanked her against him and kissed her roughly, holding her hostage against his body as one hand snaked up to cup her breast through her shirt. Bulma screamed and fought as hard as she could but he was much taller and much more stronger than she was. And the way his body had positioned hers against the vehicle she couldn't even bring her knee up to kick him in that spot men valued most. When she felt his hand reach under her shirt she knew real panic. But just as fear kicked in, he was suddenly gone. She opened her eyes and saw that Yamcha was being held up by the front of his shirt by a very unlikely saviour.
The look on Vegeta's face promised hell for Yamcha. "You will consider yourself very lucky if I allow you to be buried with your body intact. As it is, I am feeling generous today and dont care to waste any energy in killing you, even though I probably wont even break a sweat. What you will do however, is leave, and never ever come here again. Otherwise, you will be in even more pain then you're about to feel." And with that Vegeta slamed his gloved fist into Yamcha's face. With that kind of strength, Yamcha's nose was broken for sure. Yamcha had gone flying with that kind of force, as he lay there clutching his bleeding nose, Vegeta calmly walked over and kicked him in the ribs. "That is a bug bite compared to what I'll do to you if I find you back here again. Now get out of here."
Yamcha went scrambling down the drive to where his car was parked, and sped off. Vegeta stood there, trying to get a grip on his temper. He knew the man was weak, but he had no idea he was that weak. Not only had his nose broke after one little punch, but he had dared to attack a woman, someone who had no idea how to defend herself against someone who had more strength than the average human.
He turned to look at Bulma who was just standing there, leaning against the vehicle trembling, staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
"You allright?" He asked.
She nooded shakily. "Yeah, i'm fine."
And with that, he went back to his gravity chamber to train. But when he got inside and closed the door. He leaned back against it. What had he just done? He had defended her, protected her. He shouldn't give a damn about her but seeing her being mauled by that idiot had unleashed the beast inside of him that only came out when he was in battle. No, it was more than that, he had been furious. What had came over over him? He never had any feelings towards any humans but hatered, indifference. He sighed angrily. He knew the next time she saw him she would pour some kind of sentiment on him, probably even thank him. He was never good with any human displays of emotions, only anger and the occasional humour. He would have to avoid her till she forgot this incident. Unfortunatly for him, that meant the big dinner he was planning on indulging in wasn't happening tonight. Fine. He needed to train harder anyways, this break with the weakling had cost him too much allready, besides, harder, more intesnse longer training meant he would pound that woman out of his head. So be it.