Chapter 2: The Fortunate and the Unfortunate

It was almost nightfall when Yamcha finally decided he was going to leave. At that time, Bulla was just getting home from her prom. He met her in the doorway on his way out. She was absolutely stunning in her gown. He complimented her too. In a heartbeat, Vegeta showed his nose in the living room upon feeling Bulla's presence. He had just taken a shower since he had finished up his training and he was back in his red tank top and dark blue jeans. He had a towel behind his neck as well. Vegeta was doing everything he could to act like he didn't really care that she had made it home. He even went as far as to ask for dinner from his wife. "I have hunger. I demand nourishment this instant!" He barked. In Bulma's mind she was translating the language he spoke in. It equated to, 'I'm not really hungry, but I need an excuse to be in the kitchen to hear about my Bulla's first prom.'

Bulma rolled her eyes with a smile and waved to Yamcha as he headed out the door. He didn't appreciate the way Vegeta bossed her around or talked to her, but there was nothing he could do about it. With a heavy heart he took to the sky and headed out for the night to dwell on his depression.

Back in the Capsule Corporation, Bulma was preparing a late night dinner for her mate while Bulla sat at the table pulling the pins out of her hair. "So, tell me all about it!" Bulma asked her daughter. She had a huge grin on her face. Her daughter was obviously still in a trance from the whole ordeal. From her dazed look she still had her head in the clouds.

"It was great mom. We ate dinner, we danced, we had cake…" Bulla then set her tiara down on the table beside all her hair pins.

"Did you get lots of compliments on your dress?" Bulma asked. This question was especially important to her since she had helped Bulla pick it out.

"Tons! Everyone kept asking me where I got it. I told them where I got it of course, but I didn't tell them that Bunny fixed it up for me." Bulla told her mother. Bunny put the sequences on it so that it didn't look so plain.

"I'll tell your grandmother all about it when she gets back from vacation." Bulma told her. The married old folks were out of town for a while on a well earned cruise. Unfortunately Scratch couldn't go with them, so the little black cat was lying around the house like a lazy butt.

Vegeta stood with his back against the refrigerator, staring intently at the stove as if it were a matter of life or death if he took his gaze off it. Bulma couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Your royal heinous, aren't you going to say anything to your daughter?"

Vegeta was trying to keep his face from flushing red. He felt awkward instantly. A Saiyan Prince didn't concern himself with dances, frilly dresses, and trivial stupidity. "No. I have nothing to say." He responded curtly.

Bulla didn't care for his response anyway. She was too emerged in her own freshly made memories. "Well, I'm going to bed now." She grabbed her things off the table and headed to her room. Bulma and Vegeta watched their love struck daughter leave.

"It's just a phase." Bulma assured Vegeta before he could even let his question escape his lips.

"Are you sure? How do you know?" Vegeta kept his eye on his lovesick daughter. His questions were pouring out of his mouth.

"I was once that way too." She told him as she remembered her first love. Suddenly Trunks walked through the door. He had on a grey suit with a light blue button up shirt. In his right hand he held his suit jacket over his arm and he took his shiny black shoes off at the door.

Bulma took a break from the stove to welcome him home with open arms. She gave him a big hug. He wasn't her favorite child by any means, for she loved all of her children equally, but he needed extra attention as of recently. He blushed, because his father was in the room, but he didn't reject her.

"Bulma, he's a grown man." Vegeta shook his head. He was trying to save his son the embarrassment.

Bulma ignored Vegeta and took Trunks's jacket from his arms to be washed. It smelt like the outside. Obviously he had flown home. "Are you hungry?" She asked him. He looked at his father. He didn't want to steal his meal if Bulma had originally been cooking it for Vegeta.

"Don't worry Trunks, I wasn't cooking it for anyone. I was just cooking to be cooking." She told him as she shrugged.

Vegeta uncrossed his arms in objection. "Hey!"

"Oh knock it off Vegeta. You just wanted to be in the kitchen so you could hear about Bulla's prom experience. Shoo!" She walked towards him to get him out of the kitchen. Vegeta folded his arms across his chest again and retreated from the room as she wished. He then found his seat at the dining room table.

Trunks walked into the kitchen and went to grab a glass of milk from the fridge. As he did so Bulma could hear his stomach growl. "What did you eat today?" She asked. Her voice was shaky with worry.

"Mom, knock it off. I don't know why you've been babying me like something is wrong, because it's not. Anyway, how was Bulla's prom day?" He drank from the glass and then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt.

"She had a blast! Want to see some pictures?" Bulma asked.

"Sure." He shrugged. He watched as she took the pan off the stove and then prepared a plate of food for him. Once it was done, she handed the plate to him and pointed to the table. Only after she saw him sit down and take his first bite did she bring the camera over to him to share Bulla's photos.

"Wasn't she darling in her dress?" Bulma smiled with tears in her eyes. She sounded like her mom.

"Why is he standing so far away from her?" Trunks asked.

They both looked up at Vegeta that instant. He shrugged and turned his head away from them. "Don't give me that look…" He snapped. Trunks and Bulma laughed together.

Suddenly, they heard commotion outside. The yelling was faint at first, but it gradually got louder. "Hey!"

The three of them rushed outside to see Yamcha standing on the sidewalk. He was approaching the Capsule Corporation in a very unusual way. They could clearly see him in the pale moonlight. He was swaying back and forth and his eyes were half open. "Yeah, come out here. I'm… I'm gonna' kick… the ass out of you!" He pointed at Vegeta.

"What?" Trunks looked completely baffled. Was it possible to 'kick the ass' out of someone, especially Vegeta?

Bulma slapped a hand on her forehead and Vegeta chuckled lightly. "What a moron!"

"Stop it Vegeta." Bulma told him. It wasn't funny to her to see her friend like this. Carefully she made her way over the paved steps and propped Yamcha up by slinging his arm over her shoulder to keep him from falling over.

"Hey," Yamcha told her.

"Yes?" She replied.

"Hey," He repeated himself again. "I'm… I'm sorry."

"Yamcha, save it. Just come inside and get some sleep. No one wants to see you like this okay." Standing next to his father, Trunks refused to help Bulma get Yamcha inside. If he would've even lifted a finger, Vegeta would've been livid. She brushed past them, through the door and made her way to the living room.

Carefully, Bulma set Yamcha down on their couch and then grabbed him a blanket. Vegeta was ten times the man Yamcha was to be letting him stay in their house. This was the behind the scenes that no one really saw of Yamcha. Bulma did everything she could to keep others from seeing him like this. If she would've been in his shoes, she wouldn't have wanted to be remembered like this. Once he was settled, she looked up to Trunks and Vegeta with a very serious expression on her face which meant, 'no one is to speak a word of this.'

Trunks then disappeared to his room and Vegeta went for the backyard. Bulma then went to the kitchen to pick up her dinner mess. She was dismayed to see that Trunks had only taken one bite of his dinner. It still sat on the dining room table. She merely bit her lip. Mending broken hearts was tough. Poor Yamcha and Trunks.