I do not own any of the dragonballs z characters or the events so don't sue me.
Hey, this is my first V/B fanfic so tell me what you think! I have read many great ones and wanted to in cooperate their ideas into one so I give much credit to the following: Cappuccino Penguin, Caprice 6, and elenahedgehog.

Chapter Three: UNWELCOMED VISITOR

There he was, standing in the doorway, drunk and crying. "Oh Bulma, help me, I need help!" He screamed out. Vegeta stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. "You disgusting peasant, what makes you think you can just show up here without an invitation?" Vegeta said coolly staring into Yamchas black hazy eyes. "I live here too you abnormally short man!" Yamcha slurred, trying to keep his balance.

"At least I don't take it up the ass." Vegeta added getting a killer glare from Yamcha. "Yamcha, where is you man? Why isn't he buying you flowers? Did something happen?" Bulma said sarcastically. Vegeta decided to go back to the table and continue to wait until this charade was over. "Can I come in?" Yamcha asked pouting out his big lip and putting his hands together as if he was praying. "Sure come with me upstairs to my room and we will talk."

Bulma pointed the way to her but held on the him as he managed to hit everything going up the stairs. Vegeta didn't like the idea of Bulma being in her room with another, gay or not. 'That is my woman, what does she think she's doing.' Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows and decided to go upstairs to see what was being said. Vegeta now standing outside Bulmas door was unaware of the situation inside. "Yamcha what happened?" Bulma asked trying to comfort him. "That guy I told you about only wanted me to get closer to you!" Yamcha scream out between sobs. Yamcha crossed his arms and pouted.

"Damn it Yamcha. I hate to say it but I told you so! I knew this was a stupid phase! Too bad you ruined our relationship, it could have been healed." Bulma was trying to lay it to him easily. Bulma did not love Yamcha anymore, she loved another, he was too late. Bulma just didn't get the same feeling she used to get around Yamcha. He was her first love, she thought. They were together for so long it seemed like they couldn't be separated. But Bulma put her foot down, this last guy was it, no more cheating from him.

"You need to leave Yamcha." Bulma said delicately. "No I'm not leaving, we need each other, I need you! Please take me back! I want you, right now." Yamcha began to undress, coming towards Bulma. "Whoa, Yamcha stop this, at once!" She yelled at him while trying to back away. Vegeta had walked to his room and was coming back to hear Bulma scream. "YAMCHA! STOP NOW!" Bulma screamed in anger, but Yamcha still drunkenly chased after her. "Come here baby, I'm gonna make you feel better!" He laughed between a couple hiccups.

Vegeta hearing Yamchas words was pissed. Vegeta kicked down the door making it fly off the hinges. He saw a naked Yamcha pinning down a blue-haired ball of fury who wasn't strong enough to defend herself. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I thought I had gonna rid of you!" Vegeta watched as Yamcha jumped away from Bulma in terror. "Ve..V..Vegeta what are you doing up here!" Yamchas eyes grew big as the full moon. "Its not of your business, now tell me why are you naked and why are you trying to seduce MY woman?"

He asked stepping closer to the frightened man. Bulma looked up in surprise. 'Im his woman?' She thought happily. "Wait, your woman?" Yamcha looked at both of them shocked. "YOU'RE WOMAN!" Yamcha screamed out. "Yes my woman, she belongs to me and no other, including you!" Vegeta pick Yamcha up by his hair. "And no one is going to take her away from me. Got it?"

Yamcha was screaming and kicking his legs in the air as Vegeta literally through him out the window. Vegeta walked over to Bulma and helped her up. He examined her to make sure she wasn't hurt. "Thank you Vegeta." She looked up at him with her azure eyes. Vegeta did not answer back but continued to look over her body for any signs that he had hurt her. (So he could have a reason to rip Yamchas head off.) He saw nothing a sighed. He glanced over at Bulmas messy bed, and decided that was where he would sleep tonight.

Vegeta walked back downstairs to see how the food was doing. Bulma went running after him, and collided with him at the end of the hall. "Oww!" Bulma yelled out grabbing her forehead. Vegeta chuckled and went to the table. Bulma went to the fridge and grabbed some leftovers, which were very rare to have in this household. She threw the pasta in the microwave and waited, staring at Vegeta. Vegeta was somewhere else. He just wasn't focused, and then it hit him. He remember being on Friezas ship, and having to endure many tormenting years as a boy.

"Vegeta are you alright?" Bulma asked noticing his paleness and the ever so often flinching. Vegeta jumped at the sound of her voice and found himself next her. He took her hand a pressed it to his face. Bulma stood there watching him as he took her hand. "Vegeta? What are you doing?" She asked stunned at his movements. The sudden ding of the microwave brought Vegeta back to the present. He slowly made eye contact with Bulma with a scared look on his face. 'He saw something, he saw something...' Bulma knew immediately something was wrong. She tugged at his hand to make him sit down at the table. He followed still stunned. "Vegeta? Vegeta can you hear me?" She asked with concern. "I can hear you I'm not deaf woman!" He said slowly, looking into her eyes. Yamcha was looking from the window trying to sob quietly as he saw Bulma and Vegeta together at the table. 'Tha..thats...where...me...an...Bulma...would...SITTTT!' His sobs got louder but no one heard him.

'What do I like better, her eyes, her ass, or her lips.' He pondered on with the thought and made up his mind. 'Eyes, definitely those eyes.' "What just happened?" She asked putting her hands on her hips. "You better tell me Vegeta!" She demanded. "Woman do not treat me like a fool! If I want to tell you I will, now prepare my food!" He said pissed off at his tendency to let her get away with many things. But not now, he was to confused. "Ugghhhhh! You need to be tought manners!" She said after giving him a death stare that he didn't even acknowledge.

She brought his food to him plate by plate and even gave him a poptart to try and make him feel better. Poptarts we sacred to Bulma, so it meant a lot for her to give one away. He just sat there and watched his food, making no attempt to eat it. Bulma was worried now, he wasn't touching his food! 'Omg what is wrong I'm so worried about him! Wait, I'm worried about HIM! He insults me everyday, and I let him get away with it. What is this? Another soap opera? Ughh!' She was pacing around the kitchen trying to figure out a way to get him to eat.

'Well if I have to force feed him then I will!' She thought deservingly and turned to walk over to Vegeta. "Are you gonna eat? She asked being a little offended. Vegeta snapped his head up at her. His dark obsidian eyes bore into hers. "Yes, I will but I am a bit distracted at the moment so leave me at once!" He bellowed, he voice moving throughout the house. "Fine Prince of All Jackasses!" She screamed and threw a cup at him. He dodged it, gracefully leaning back to let the cup fly by his face. "If you value your life you would never throw anything at me again." He looked at her coldly. She felt as if he was looking her soul. And that he was trying to escape from his own.

Vegeta had finally decided to eat and noticed it was past midnight. He quickly ate his food and left the plates, knowing the woman's mother would get them for him. He decided not to go to the woman's bed, he wouldn't even go to his own. He wanted to sleep outside, in one of the lawn chairs, so he could have fresh air while he slept. He didn't want to dream about the woman again she had occupied his mind for too long. But it didn't work. Her smell still lingered on his hands and clothes. it would be a long night and he knew it.

He was startled when he felt a pair of hands holding him close. He slowly turned his head to see the woman snuggled up to him. He lifted an eyebrow and gazed at her curiously. It seemed as if she had been there for quite some time. Instead of waking her up and demanding her to leave, he let her stay. He wasn't angry anymore, he was happy, he cared enough to come and keep him company on a cold moonless night. He felt like a prince.

Bulma woke seeing her prince still wrapped around her arms. She had brought out a blanket to cover themselves up but wound up with the whole thing, like she was purposely wrapped in it. She notice Vegeta starting to wake up but the continuous sound of pop and groans as he stretched. Vegeta glanced over his shoulder to see the woman staring back at him. He smirked. "So I see you couldn't keep away from my russet charm?" He said almost sweetly but with a pinch of 'I told you so.' She stared at him, not saying anything, and let the words sink in. "So I see you not mad, foaming at the mouth that I came?" She said back to him knowing that would get under that thick skin of his. "I didn't say that now did I" he quickly retorted, he froze up as he felt her hands on his shoulders. "Woman why are you not making breakfast? I wasted enough time sleeping in, and not training so I can at least hope for a decent meal." He walked away not giving her time to respond. So she yelled at him. "You jackass! You can treat a woman better than that!" He did nothing but laugh as he entered the GR. 'Hmmm maybe ill get him to stay out of that damned machine tonight, play a game...' She thought evilly to herself.

Well I guess your gonna have to read my next chapter to find out what happens! I hope you've enjoyed it so far!