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Unexpected: Chapter 3

Surprise, Again.

Bulma stopped in front if her house, still crying. She noticed the giant hole where her door where her door used to be.

"Gokou! I thought you knew how to use a door" She yelled as she stepped through the hole, trying to contain her crying.

"Onna! Does this pathetic planet have any good"

Bulma turned and came face to face with Vegeta. She looked into his eyes and a familiar feeling came over her. It was that same feeling she felt so long ago. She stopped crying.

"Vegeta" she said.

"Yes. Well, is there food" Vegeta asked. Bulma nodded her head. "Get me some." he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Since when am I your servant" She yelled, letting the emotions get the best of her. She shrunk back as she realized what she said.

"Since I arrived here. Now go get me some food" Vegeta smirked. 'This is more fun than I thought it would be.'

"Well you know what Vegeta" Bulma started. "I just broke up with my boyfriend, who I have been going out with for 7 years, because he was cheating on me. Then I come home to find a hole in my house. Now you expect me to serve you, when you weren't invited in the first place! I don't think so! The fridge is over there. I am going for a shower." With that she went upstairs and got into her shower. She thought about what happened to her that day and started to cry.

Vegeta was downstairs and could hear the crying. 'What is going on?' he thought 'Why haven't I killed her?' He ate out the entire fridge and set his head down on the table, falling asleep almost instantly.

Vegeta found himself walking in a house very similar to the one he was in, for real.

"What's going on? ONNA" called Vegeta. No answer came.

Bulma appeared in front of him, in proper saiya-jin attire.

"You actually look respectable in that, onna." Said Vegeta. Vegeta woke with a start when he was hit with a frying pan.

"What do you mean I look respectable! I am wearing a towel" Just then Bulma realized that indeed she was wearing a towel and ran upstairs.

Vegeta sat there wondering what was going on. Then he remembered the look on Bulma's face when she realized she was in a towel, only a towel. That made Vegeta smirk. He sat there for a few minutes but couldn't get his mind off Bulma. Then it clicked. This happened 5 years ago too.

Bulma reappeared in a few short minutes and started yelling at Vegeta.

"How can you say I look respectable in a towel! I was wearing a" Vegeta put his hand over her mouth to silence her.

"I need a place to stay." said Vegeta, taking Bulma by surprise.

"I am sure Gokou can find"

"No." He said, stopping her. "I will stay here."

"What! You can't just invite yourself to stay here! I don't even know you! How can I know that you aren't going to kill me" said Bulma.

"You don't, and if you don't want me to invite myself, invite me." Vegeta said.

"No way" Said Bulma, crossing her arms.

"Then I am inviting myself. Now which way is my room" Vegeta asked a rather angry Bulma.

Bulma stomped off. She acted mad, but she didn't really feel it. She didn't really care is he stayed or not, but she'd never admit it.

Bulma assigned Vegeta the spare room next to hers and went off to bed.

Two weeks later. . .

Bulma awoke in the middle of a warm night to see that her balcony door was open. She got up to close the door.

"Bulma" she turned and saw Yamcha sitting in her chair. "I am so sorry. I love you. I don't love those others. I want you"

Bulma looked him in the eye. "Sorry doesn't cut it Yamcha. You hurt me too deeply this time."

Vegeta (who was lying awake in the room next to hers) was listening intently, very interested in the conversation that was happening in the next room.

"But, Bulma I"

"I suggest you leave now Yamcha." stated Bulma, quite to the point. Bulma turned to walk away.

"I'm not leaving yet Bulma." He grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him.

"Let go of me" Bulma yelled, struggling against his grip. "You blew your chance now let me go"

Yamcha pulled Bulma against his body, holding her tight against him. Bulma's struggling was doing nothing. Yamcha walked towards the bed and pinned Bulma beneath him.

"Get off me" She screamed.

Yamcha ripped at Bulma's nightgown. His hand traveled up the bottom and pulled it over her head. Bulma swallowed her tears. She knew he was going to rape her. There was nothing she could do about it either. Bulma whimpered out loudly.

Vegeta was listening to the struggle.

Yamcha unbuckled his pants with one hand, her hands pinned above her head with his other. He slid his pants down and ripped off her panties. He positioned himself above her.

Vegeta sat up in the next room. He could smell it. Yamcha was trying to rape her. Vegeta walked to the wall and made a tiny ki ball, and blasted a hole in the wall next to him.

Yamcha looked back to see Vegeta behind him. Yamcha made an attempt at a thrust but failed when Vegeta threw him off Bulma. Bulma wrapped herself in her sheets and cried silently. She watched as Vegeta held Yamcha by his neck on the wall.

"Don't ever come back." Vegeta threw him out of the balcony and locked the door. He turned to go back to his own room.

"Vegeta" Bulma whispered. "Vegeta."

Vegeta turned. Bulma leapt at him and hugged him, crying. "Thank you." She whispered into his ear. She let go of her grasp and watched as Vegeta went back to his room.

Bulma heard Vegeta collapse onto his bed. 'Why would Mr. Self-centered save me?' Bulma thought. This was on of the last thoughts she had before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Bulma awoke the next morning and went down to breakfast. She found her mom catering to Vegeta.

"Morning Mom. Morning Vegeta." Bulma said cheerily.

"Hi dear. How was your sleep" asked Mrs. Briefs.

"I didn't sleep much. I had a lot on my mind after Yamcha left." Bulma replied.

"Yamcha was here? That's nice dear." her mom said.

'I can't believe this lady is a mother.' Vegeta thought. 'Why did I save the woman? I should have just left her to him! Is this pathetic planet making me weak!' Vegeta was so deep in thought he didn't even realize Bulma was talking to him.

"Vegeta! Vegeta? Are you still alive" Said Bulma. "Vegeta"

"What." He said, very uninterested.

"Why did you save me last night" Bulma questioned, slightly nervous for his answer.

"Woman. There are many reasons. For example, rape is punishable by death in my culture because of the seriousness of the crime. And another reason is to shut up your annoying screaming." Vegeta said coldly.

"Oh. Oh k Vegeta." She looked at him sadly. She took his plates and her plate to the kitchen.

Vegeta got up to leave.

"Ummm, Vegeta? Shouldn't we tell Gokou about you" Bulma asked.

"Hmph. If you knew anything about Saiya-jin's, you'd know that we can sense power levels. He already knows I'm here. Now, find me a place to train unless you want me training in your house." Vegeta demanded.

"Ummm, well, the gravity room is almost done. You can use that when it is finished." She replied.

"That will do fine. When will it be done"

"When it's done." Bulma walked off.

"I'm going to train with Kakarrot then." Vegeta yelled to her.

"What" Bulma came running back to Vegeta. "Don't hurt him. Please" Bulma pleaded with Vegeta.

"I won't kill him Bulma." Vegeta said and walked away.

'What did he call me? Did he actually use my name? What the hell is wrong with him? I didn't even know he knew my name. The whole time he's been here it's been woman or an occasional bitch or pathetic human, never Bulma.' She thought. Bulma stood there stunned.

Bulma thought about Vegeta the whole time she was working on the gravity machine. She was debating why he had saved her in her mind, and why he would actually use her name when talking to her.

"WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY" She yelled out into her silent lab. "HE'S A KILLER"


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