Disclaimer: I still do not own any of the characters expressed in this story.
I'm going to try and update really quick because I have a few chapters already written. In the beginning of this chapter it might get a little bit confusing because the scene changes abruptly between lines but it will be easier to read after a while.
Please tell me what you think! -leecassi
"The woman has to be insane. Even for her, happy, mad, sad, pissed-off, and sad in less than 10 minutes was a stretch," Vegeta rammed a fist into a car which sent it flying into a building in West City.
He knew she would do something stupid so he tried to track her down. Which is why he had been searching for her ki and scent for 10 minutes.
Bulma was pacing around trying to make light out of this whole evening.
"Well, my mom thinks I should already be married. But none of the assholes are committed."
She stopped and sat on a bench.
"Why does Vegeta have to be so damn hot?" Bulma stopped when she heard something. "Oh I'm so paranoid, it's just the wind."
"Bulmaaa?" a voice slurred out her name.
"Who's there?" Bulma looked over to the bushes. "Yamcha?"
She could see the dark outline of a man but she couldn't be sure who it was. The figure stumbled out of the bushes and to her horror it actually was Yamcha.
Be civilized, Bulma, civilized, she clenched her small fists trying to control the mean things in her mind that she wanted to say to him.
"Where the hell is that damn woman? I can sense her ki but I'm not so sure anymore because I also sense Yamcha's," Vegeta growled distastefully from the sky he was flying in.
"Babe, I- I uh- I want you back Bulmaaa," Yamcha was having a difficult time speaking.
"Are you drunk? Again? Really?" Bulma stood up from the bench.
"Hahahaha no," Yamcha was definitely drunk.
"Get away I never want to talk to you ever again! I-"
Yamcha grabbed her shoulder and gave her sloppy kiss on the side of her mouth.
"Don't ever do that again!" Bulma wiped her face off with the back of her hand, "I meant what I said earlier! You can't just come back for me now."
Even though Yamcha was a complete mess, Bulma couldn't help but remember all of the good times they shared. He treated her like an absolute queen on his best days, she just wished that was how it could be all the time. As the world had taught her, she knew she couldn't go back. Once a cheater always a cheater is what she had already convinced herself.
Bulma put a mask over the small inkling in her that wanted the jerk back.
Yamcha's other head was thinking for him this night. And he wanted Bulma bad. He knew he would have to be nicer if she would be willing and he was going to use some of his best tricks.
"Okay, fine," Yamcha threw the bottle back into the bushes as if he were disgusted by it, "You win Bulma, I ruined everything." He flopped into the grass and put his head in his hands. "All I have left to say is I'm so sorry it had to happen this way. I don't know where I ever got off cheating on you. I can't live without you, babe." He made a sniffling noise as if he were about to cry.
"No, Yamcha," Bulma jumped down to her knees at the sign of his sadness. "Don't be upset."
"Go, Bulma," Yamcha hid his face in order not to show that he wasn't actually sad, "you know you can do better than me so just go so I don't make a complete idiot out of myself trying to get someone so much better than me back."
"Yamcha don't say that!" Bulma leaned down and gave him a hug, "I'm not better than you, we're just different."
"Bulma, any guy would be lucky to have you and I hope you find someone who isn't such a loser like me, you deserve the best," Yamcha stood up and walked away counting down from three in his mind, 3…2…1…
"Yamcha wait!" Bulma ran after him when her heart started to melt little by little. Yamcha knew that she would buy into compliments no matter how empty they were to him. "Let's not leave on terms like this! I don't want you unhappy. I want us to leave each other as friends."
Yamcha smiled a victorious smile. It was too easy.
"Do you mean that?" Yamcha looked up through his long, dark hair that had fallen in his face. He played the innocent part too well.
"Of course," Bulma stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
"Can we—no you would never go for that. Forget I said anything," he started to turn away again.
"Please tell me what you were going to say. I will do anything to get a smile back on your face," Bulma didn't know what she was doing but it felt like the right thing to do.
"Can we kiss one last time before we leave each other for good?" Yamcha looked hopeful.
"I don't see why not," Bulma blushed slightly and stepped into his open arms.
They hugged for a moment until Yamcha leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. He knew exactly what to do to get her into his arms again and he deepened the kiss with a tighter grip around her waist. She leaned fully into it and tangled her hands into his hair. Yamcha reacted by tracing circles on her bare back where the tank top had ridden up. Bulma moaned but surprisingly, to Yamcha, she broke the kiss she seemed to be enjoying so much.
"No," Bulma was flushed, "we can't go that deep. It's too much for a last kiss."
Yamcha was getting mad at how hard this was becoming to make her run back to him. He thought he had her but he realized he was dead wrong.
"We can't stop now," Yamcha had a determined look on his face and pushed Bulma harshly enough to the ground that when she put out an arm to catch her, there was a horrible cracking noise coming from her wrist.
She tried to climb away but it didn't work to her benefit. Yamcha was still intoxicated and his mind told him to grab her shirt. It ripped away exposing her chest to the cold night air.
"Don't do this," Bulma covered herself, "please!"
Her mind was confused by his sudden madness. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her towards him.
"Yamcha no! You're hurting me! Please don't!" Bulma was terrified of what his intoxicated state was going to make him do.
"It's your fault it had to be this way," Yamcha positioned himself over her and tried to unzip his pants but failed miserably.
Bulma knew she didn't want to see her own fate so she tightly shut her eyes and waited for the worst to come.
Yamcha barely had time to get his pants off before he was interrupted.
Vegeta flew in right on time to see Yamcha about to take Bulma against her will. "Don't even think about it!" the Prince used a tone that even someone of Frieza's caliber would be frightened of.
Bulma felt Yamcha's weight leave her own. She was relieved he changed his mind but soon she saw why he really left.
"Vegeta!" Bulma finally saw her savior.
With a single kick, Yamcha was sent sailing into the darkness.
Vegeta turned to Bulma to see her already bruising skin and bleeding scratches where he clawed her clothes off.
"Oh… Vegeta," Bulma shed more tears, "You don't have to save me. I- I-" nothing else was audible because Bulma buried her face into her right arm while cradling her fractured left arm in her lap.
"Bulma? Woman?" Vegeta didn't know how to comfort someone.
Bulma still cried into her arm.
Vegeta put his arms around her half-nude body and lifted her from the ground. He was glad to feel her arm wrap around his neck.
"Woman?" Vegeta still didn't know how to comfort her through her hysterics. He was better at killing than comforting.
"Vegeta, why'd you save me?" Bulma's blue eyes were swollen with tears when she finally looked at him. "I was so rude to you!" with that, Bulma buried here head in Vegeta's shoulder and cried even more.
Some things are better left unsaid, Vegeta thought.
When he reached Capsule Corp, he went straight to Bulma's room.
"Vegeta… What are-?"
Vegeta cut her off, "Hush woman." He pulled back her blankets and laid her inside the sheets and carefully placed her broken arm across her torso.
Before he could leave Bulma, she called to him, "Vegeta! Wait!" she lifted the sheets around her when she sat up. "What if Yamcha comes back? Please stay.
Vegeta couldn't say no to the fear in her eyes; even deeper, the innocence that stayed with the request.
"Fine," he didn't sound eager but he would do it anyway, "let me get you something for your arm."
"A senzu bean is all I need," Bulma sat up slightly, "They're on my workbench in the lab."
Vegeta sped to the lab as fast as he could and grabbed the bag. He made it back to the room in less than 5 seconds. He carefully handed the bag to Bulma so she could eat one and hopefully get better. They both didn't say it out loud, but Senzu beans would only heal physical injuries; not the mental injury that Bulma could have suffered from being exposed to Yamcha's drunk moment.
"Let's watch TV," Bulma grabbed a remote, "It puts me to sleep."
Bulma turned on the news and Vegeta found a comfortable chair that he sat next to her bed in.
"As of recent news," a young news reporter said, "a man has been found bloody and beaten in a tree…" someone put a paper on the reporter's desk, "Oh! Our news team went to the site and found the man to be Yamcha from the local baseball team!"
The news station, of course, showed pictures of Yamcha barely alive. Vegeta snapped his head towards Bulma with wide eyes. She wrapped her blanket tighter around her and he watched as her face scrunched in horror. Promptly, she hid her face deep in the pillows that only slightly quieted the violent sobs that racked her body.
Vegeta shot a ki blast to the TV screen and it shattered.
"Let's not watch TV," Bulma pulled herself together and wiped her nose on the back of her hand. "I'll just go to sleep now."
Vegeta sat back in the chair and stared at Bulma's tossing and turning form for at least three hours. She finally fell asleep but her sleep was filled with nightmares.
"No… No… Yamcha, please!" Bulma was reliving the incidents from earlier. "Vegeta where are you? Save me!"
Vegeta reached out and put a firm hand on her arm. He would keep himself near her if it meant he could save her from her own nightmares.
"Thank you Vegeta, so much," Bulma smiled in her sleep.
"You will have to try a lot harder than that if you want me to leave, woman."
I hope this chapter didn't confuse anyone too much :) More soon! Maybe even tonight!