ME: OK chapter 2! So this is the time when Bulma shows some girl power and if you like Yamcha on the show don't read this, because I talk bad about him A LOT in this story. OK well, review and tell me what to put in the story and if your reading this thanks for not giving up on me :D OK well...Oh yeah, I think I'm suppose to say something like: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or its characters...but I'm still writing about them. OK chapter 2!
Chapter 2 : The Shopping Mall
"Slow down woman! Your going to kill us!"
"Hey, I'm not driving that fast. I'm only going 70 miles per hour, so shut it. Or do you want me to go faster," Bulma asked with a mischievous grin. Vegeta's eyes widened more than they already were, if such a feat was even possible. "Wow and here I was, thinking you were tough, but I guess I was wrong."
"Prince Vegeta is the toughest person ever!" Vegeta protested, before shouting "SLOW DOWN!"
"What about Goku?" Bulma asked, eyebrows raised. The car went silent. "Much better," she said with a smug smile. OK we're here".
"Finally," Vegeta said in relief. "This contraption of yours sucks, Woman."
"Just come on," Bulma said with a frustrated sigh. "Can I trust you to stay here while I go use the bathroom"?
"Sure," Vegeta said with a shrug. "I doubt I'll find any clothes to my liking anyway".
"Well there is a lot of stuff here, and don't worry about the price OK. Well, I'll be right back," she said, walking off towards the restroom.
"Wow I've been here a million times but I don't even know where the bathroom is, how sad," she told herself, as she managed to get herself lost.
"Bulma?"
"Huh? Oh, hey Yamcha, why are you in the mall?"
"Just looking for stuff."
"Yeah, I bet. So do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Um, yeah," he said. He pointing down a hallway. "Right up there. Do you need any help?"
"No I don't," she said quickly. She wanted to slap him for being perverted.
"So how's your hand?"
"Its good. Vegeta fixed it."
"You know, I could've helped with it too."
"Yeah right. I bet you laughed with Vegeta when it happened," she said angrily. She started to walk off when he grabbed her hand.
"You know how I feel about you, so why would you think that?"
"Yamcha let go!" she shouted, pulling her hand out of his grasp. He grabbed onto her other hand, not willing to let her slip away. And she sure felt the pain shooting up her arm, yet again. "Yamcha!"
"She told you to let go," Vegeta said, standing there waiting for a response. Yamcha let go quickly; Bulma ran towards the bathroom and started crying.
"Would he do that?" she asked herself. "Grabbing my left hand is one thing, but grabbing my right? It's just wrong."
Someone knocked on the her stall door.
"Someone's in here," she called out to the person, trying to keep her tears out of her voice.
"I don't care get out."
"Vegeta?" she called out in confusion. "Wait, you're not supposed to be in here! You'll get kicked out".
"Ha," he scoffed. "Don't make me laugh. No one here can beat me."
"So what happen to Yamcha?" she asked hesitantly.
"Who cares. He probably ran off after he saw me. How is your wrist?"
"It's fine. You don't have to worry about it."
"Why don't you want me to care about you?"
"Because I know that once we get back to the house, you'll be mean and stubborn again."
"I'm not stubborn all the time."
There he is, Bulma thought to herself. She turned her head to hide her smile. But what she saw wiped that smile clean off her face. "Well, would you look at that? Yamcha with his arm around another girl. He's such a cheater." She shook her head to clear it of all thoughts of that ex-bandit. She turned to Vegeta and asked, "Are you thirsty?"
"Bulma I am always thirsty."
"Do you like strawberries?"
"Never heard of them."
"What!"
"Come on," she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the food court. She walked up to the best suited venue, and asked the young girl at the counter, "Can I have three strawberry milkshakes please?"
"Why would you need three?" Vegeta asked in confusion. There were just the two of them there.
"You'll see," she said cryptically.
"You want to sit down Bulma?" Vegeta asked.
"Um sure?" she said, unsure of what he was planning. She watched in amazement as he pulled out the chair for her. "So, now your a gentlemen? When did this happen?"
"You haven't seen me eat have you?"
"No your always training."
"Well that's not my fault," he said. Bulma handed him one of the milkshakes. He took a sip of it and looked at her strangely. "I've never tasted anything like this before, its wonderful," he exclaimed. It appeared to only take him one sip to finish it completely.
He leaned back and stared at her with wide eyes.
"What?" she asked after a couple seconds. It was unnerving her.
"WHY IS MY HEAD FREEZING? WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME!"
"A strawberry milkshake... Oh you have a brain freeze. It'll go away in a few seconds."
"Mmm," he said once his head stopped hurting. "That was good."
"Do you want mine?"
"Sure thanks," he said as he took her offered milkshake. This time he drank it slower "Mmmm, Bulma, do you have watermelon lipstick on?"
She felt her face grow hot. "Yes, I do. How do you know what a watermelon is, but not a strawberry?"
"Your mom made me try it," he said nonchalantly.
"Did you like it?" she asked, curious.
"From your lips I did," he murmured. Once he had realized what he said, he promptly turned red.
"Um, I think its time we go home," she stood up waiting for Vegeta.
"Yeah you're right," he said, standing up beside her. The two started walking towards the exit.
"Well, at least you got some stuff," Bulma commented. He had gotten a few items while she was 'confronted' by Yamcha. Not much, but some.
"Yeah."
"Man, it's chilly; tonight its quiet too," Bulma said, trying to break the silence.
All of a sudden, Bulma heard a voice in the distance. It was a young girl.
"Get off!" the girl shouted.
"But don't you love me?" Another voice...this time she recognized it. But who was it?
"Just go away I hate you," the girl shouted at him.
Yamcha,Bulma realized. She turned towards the sound, running off in that direction. "Come on Vegeta."
"OK?" he said confused. He followed after her anyway. She didn't need any further confrontation with that man.
That girl who is she? Bulma thought to herself. Wait she's the one he had his arm around!
"Yamcha let go now" the girl screamed.
"So, you don't love me. That's not a good thing," he growled as he slapped her.
"YAMCHA!"
The horrified scream ripped through her throat before she could even think. She was angry. Really angry.
Vegeta stood there shocked. "Y-Your ki, it's huge."
"My what?" Bulma asked, grateful for the minuscule distraction.
But Yamcha came up next to her. "What do you want?" he hissed angrily.
For some reason, Bulma found that her hand wasn't hurting. Not even when she moved it. Could it have heal already? No it couldn't have...
"I want to know why you're hitting this young girl," she said firmly. She wanted to hit him so badly, but she was afraid she would break her other hand.
"She doesn't love me," he answered as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.
She doesn't what! Bulma sighed. It was way to early for the poor girl to do that. She walked over to the girl. "Are you OK?" Bulma asked in a gentle voice.
"Yeah, I guess," the girl said quietly.
"Here," Bulma said, handing the girl the third milkshake she'd ordered. "Take this milkshake and head home."
"Thank you for saving me," the girl said with a grateful smile.
"You're welcome," Bulma said shocked. I saved her?
"Where are you going?" Yamcha shouted at the girl. The girl started running, but he ran after her.
"Vegeta!" Bulma shouted, "Get the girl home, I'll take care of him."
He nodded and went off into the sky, with the girl in his arms.
"How dare you," she said, no, growled at her former boyfriend. "How dare you hit a lady!"
"So, what? Are you going to hit me? You know what, I'll give you a free shot."
What is up with that woman? All of a sudden she has a ki over 50,000 its impossible she hasn't even trained I'm so confused. Vegeta was keeping tabs on Bulma, to ensure her safety. But it was just confusing him further.
Bulma smiled at the ex-bandit "Are you sure?"
"Yep, right here," he said, pointing at his stomach.
She unwrapped the gauze from her wrist. I really hope this works. She closed her eyes and threw the first punch. She felt the air rush past her fist as she did, and then heard a sickening crack.
She closed her eyes even tighter. But she felt no pain.
Confused, she opened her eyes only to find Yamcha was on the opposite side of the alley. He stood up, and strode over to her.
"That was a lucky shot," he said.
Masenko
"What?" Bulma asked herself. Why would that word pop into her mind now of all times?
Masenko
"What does that mean?" she said, wondering why this word was so important.
He menacingly closer to her.
"What do I do now," she said in a panic, but she knew what to do. All of the Z fighters yelled out their moves so that's it!
"Masenko!" Bulma shouted, flinging her arms into the air. All of a sudden, there was a bright light, forming in her hands. It was strong, and it was aimed directly at Yamcha's chest. After she flung the energy at him, and the light had dimmed down, she discovered that Yamcha had been knocked out.
"I-I did this?"
She ran to her car and drove off towards home. She was scared. She didn't know what just happened. And she was tired.
Everything went black as she fell asleep.
She woke up in her bed. Its morning already? She headed toward the kitchen. Where's Vegeta? She grabbed a banana and ate it quickly. He probably went outside. So, she headed towards the door. She was met by an unusual sight. Vegeta, clad in only a pair of shorts and some sunglasses, was lounging with a book on his face.
"Vegeta? Are you sun tanning?"
He woke with a start. How long has he been out here?
"Vegeta!"
"Huh, what?" he was disoriented.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to sleep," he said, pushing his way by her and into the house.
"Um OK," she murmured, following him inside and up the stairs. "Vegeta why are you going in my room?"
But she didn't get her answer. He just mumbled something and closed the door.
ME: OK the whole power thing was just going to be a punch but it came to me, why not give her a move? I didn't want to make up a move, so I just got a move that Gohan uses. Review if you want, if not, that's fine by me OK well read the next chapter when it comes out it should be out soon.