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Chapter 2.
Bulma hastily walked into the kitchen, Vegeta was already sitting there, arms crossed, glaring at the wall.
"Sorry. I overslept." Vegeta snorted.
"You're just lazy." Bulma's face flushed red with anger, but she said nothing. Instead she walked to the kitchen counter and started to prepare breakfast. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Ok. What's wrong with you?" Bulma sighed.
"Nothing." She answered tiredly. She continued cooking, hoping Vegeta would just drop the subject. Vegeta stood up from his chair and walked to the counter.
"Don't lie to me, woman! I just insulted you! You're supposed to be screaming at me!" Bulma released a frustrated sigh and set the bowl she was holding down on the counter, slowly she turned to face him.
"Look Vegeta, I'm too tired to play games with you." Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"How could you possibly be tired? All you do is sleep." Bulma glared at him.
"Well if you really want to know so badly, I'm tired because I keep dreaming of you!" Vegeta blinked.
"Me?"
"Yes you, and get your mind out of the gutter, it wasn't that kind of dream! You just kept acting weird, claming I'm your mate, or something." Vegeta paled.
"My mate?" He whispered horrified.
"Yes." She hissed. And since "his majesty" is so convinced of my laziness, he can make his own breakfast." With that she stormed out of the kitchen.
Vegeta stared out the counter. This was bad, really bad. She wasn't even supposed to know anything about Saiyan mating, he sure hadn't told her. He didn't know what was going on and how she had found out, but things were not going well. He growled and walked out of the kitchen to his gravity room. Breakfast forgotten.
Bulma walked through the hall, cursing all the way down to her bedroom. "Fuck." she said out loud. "How could I be stupid? I just had to get angry and tell him you have dreams about him." She growled angry as she walked into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. "He's definitely going to use this against me." She walked into her private bathroom to put her dirty laundry in the washing-machine.
She always did her laundry when she was angry. And she had been angry allot lately. Just two weeks ago, she found out Yamcha had been cheating on her. She dumped him immediately, saying she didn't want him anymore.
Yamcha had not taken it well. He vowed he would get back at her one way or the other.
Bulma shuddered as she remembered the look on his face. She was sure that if Vegeta hadn't been nearby he would have tried something. She shook her head to get rid off these thoughts and walked back into her bedroom.
Suddenly she halted and looked at her door that was standing half open. She raised an eyebrow. "That's strange. I thought I closed the door." she whispered. Bulma looked through the door into the hallway. "Hello? Anyone there? Vegeta?" When no one responded she shrugged and closed the door.
Suddenly she heard someone chuckle behind her. Bulma turned slowly around and looked straight into Yamcha's blurry eyes. "Yamcha!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?" Yamcha chuckled again and took a step towards her. "I asked you a question, Yamcha." Bulma tried to sound confident but failed miserably. She backed away from him until she stood with her back against the wall. Yamcha walked towards her and placed his hands on each side off her head to prevent her from escaping. He brought his face closer to Bulma's and she could smell the alcohol in his breath. Yamcha caressed her cheek with his fingers, causing Bulma to whimper and turn away. He chuckled again.
"What's the matter princess? You're not scared off little ol' me are you?" Before Bulma could answer Yamcha grabbed her and flung her across the room. Bulma let out a loud scream as she landed on her bed. She tried to get away but Yamcha was on her in a second. He laughed when Bulma started to cry. "I told you I'd get back at you." he softly whispered in her ear.
"Please, Yamcha." Bulma pleaded. "Just go away. I won't tell anyone, I promise." Yamcha growled and hit her in her face.
"Shut up bitch!" He screamed. Blood started trickling out off the corner of her mouth. "It's time for you to pay!" He ripped off her dress and underwear. Bulma's eyes got big as she realized what he planned on doing.
"No Yamcha please!" She pleaded again while she struggled to get away. Yamcha ignored her pleas and shot some Ki rings over her arms and legs to prevent her escape. He then stepped off the bed and undid his clothing. Yamcha climbed back on the bed and covered her body with his own.
"It's time to take what's rightfully mine!" With that he pushed himself inside. Bulma screamed in pain while Yamcha pounded inside off her. When he was done with her, he softly kissed her cheek.
"That was great babe." Bulma didn't answer him and just stared blankly at the ceiling. Yamcha looked at her with sad eyes. "Yeah, that was really great. To bad we can't repeat it." He began to form a Ki ball in his hand. "You see, I'm afraid that I can't let you live. You might tell somebody about this and we can't have that, now can we?" Bulma still didn't respond. Yamcha brought the Ki ball closer to her body, a wicked smirk forming on his face.
Bulma shut her eyes and waited for death to release her.