It had been about a week since that unforgettable night and Bulma hadn't spoke three words to him since then. The whole time Vegeta had been trainging in the Gravity Room ever since her father altered it to withstand the different climate changes. Ever since then, Vegeta seemed to live his whole day in that damned room. And ever since, Bulma fought the urge to turn the monitor on just so she could see him. It was final. She had become absolutely infatuated with the Saiyan Prince.

Today, Bulam got the nerve to knock on the Gravity Room door. "What?!" shouted Vegeta from inside. In the past, it would have made Bulma jump tp hear hims bark at her like that, but now she just waited.

The door swung open and the angry expression on Vegeta's face was turned to one of being slightly annoyed. "What is it?" he repeated.

These qwer ethe first words he had said to her in days and even as hars as the were, Bulma loved to hear them. "I noticed you were spending a lot of time training and thought you would like to go for a swim with me?" She smiled and pulled on the string peeking out of her shirt to show she already had on her bathing suit.

"Look," Vegetamassaged his temples, "I can't just run off with you everytime you want to play. I have wasted enough time with this dreaded heat already. I have to prepare for the threat among Earth, become Super Saiysn, and all you care about is fooling around as you put it. Go find that human boy to satisfy you. I'm busy."

Bulma's world fell when the door shut. Maybe she was making love out of nothing but lust. The rectangular bu;ge in the pocket of her shorts buzed and she puled out her cell phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Babe."

"Hey Yamcha."

"Any plans for today?"

Bulma looked at the Gravity Room behind her and answered, "No, no plans." she sounded let down and bored.

"You do now. Get beautiful and I'll pick you up at eight."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." Then the other end went silent.

It did no used for him to basically tell her to get lost because Vegeta hardly concentrated after he slammed the door in her face. He walked over to the control panel and increased the amount of gravity in the room. He sent blasts from his hands everywhere around the room and deflected them all, or so he thought. Once he was sure he blocked the very last ki blast, he started thinking about Bulma and playing around in the pool. Then the back of his head was walloped with a blast that had richocheted off the wall.

"Damn." He spat. He reached up to the back of his head and cursed himself for being so careless. He was becoming more and more frustrated that he hadn't achieved Super Saiyan of hadn't got in adequate training. What was Goku's secret? How was it possible that he, a third class clown, was more superior to one of a royal blood line?

He became angry and growled deep within his throat. He bellowed a howl and sent a powerful, strong blast and took off running. The blast bounced off of the back wall and zipped in his direction where he dodged in. As soon as he was able to turned around, it had done reflected of the opposite wall, aiming for him again. This continued for nearly an hour and a half, which as the same time, under the new, intense gravity. He stopped when the blast weakened and faded. His knees failed him and casued him to fall to the floor on his hands. He attempted to rise, but with the next step, fell over again.

He rolled to his back on the floor, chest heaving and sweat dripping. He huffed and realized that he didn't have the energy to get upset with himself any longer for today. Pessimistic thoughts entered his mind the more he lied there, motionless, not able to stand on his trembling, tired muscles.

Succeeding in his next attempt to walk, Vegeta fought through the tightening in his legs to return the gravity to Earth's normal force. A towel was draped around his neck to dry up th swear that continued to form around his neck once he stepped out to the still blazing sun.

"Did you have a nice work out Vegeta?" Bulma's mother asked when he walked inside the house. She had that nauseatingly sweet smile, which was so big her eyes appeared to be closed, plastered on her flawless face. Vegeta answered with is usualy rude grunt and took the stairs up to the bathroom.

Before he opened his bathroom door he heard a thumping of music coming from Bulma's room. he had no idea why that would be so he shrugged, yet continued to wonder when he was showering. After the acute comfort from the shower, Vegeta dried and dressed and left the steaming room. Bulma strode in front of his as soon as he opened the door and he could smell vanilla, honey, and rain. The scent he went weak for. Then he noticed her attire.

It was a short black dress, with little skinny straps on the shoulders and criss-crossed down her back. The hem of the dress danced around her mid-thigh and shot up three extra inches in height with the help from a pair of red, strappy heels the outfit nearly made his mouth water. "Woman." He said sternly.

Her bouncy blue hair fliped around with her head. "Hunh?" She asked.

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm going out."

"Out?"

"Yamcha called," Bulma said in hopes in would bother him, "he wanted to take me some where tonight. Do you think he'll like this on me?"

"Please," Vegeta groaned, "Don't try to mess with me."

"Why? You've been messing with me for a whole week."

"I haven't even spoke to you for a week, how could I possibly mess with you."

"Exactly that." The Bulma lowered her voice, "Ever since we, er.."

"Fucked?"

"Fucked," she rolled her eyes, "You haven't said a word to me, you left me that night, and you've been as mean as a snake today. It's not fair."

"Bulma?" came Yamcha's voice from the bottom of the stairs, "Are you up here?" Then there were foot steps.

"You want to talk about being unfair? Enjoy your date." Vegeta scoffed and walked into his room.

Bulma stared at his door and Yamcha came up behind her. He slid his arm around on of hers to link them and asked, "Are you ready to go?" He planted a kiss of her cheek.

"Yeah." She choked out, still staring at the empty space where Vegeta was standing.

"Wow, this is where we're going?" Bulma asked peering out the car window. People were lined up outside of a thumping, flashy club. Yamcha parked on the curb and jogged around to the passenger's side to let Bulma out. "Thankyou." She giggled and adjusted her dress.

"Come on in." The bouncer said winking at Bulma and Yamcha led her through the door by the hand.

"This is so cool, thank you." Bulma commented. Flashing lights came from the ceiling and the music was so loud it thumped in her chest. She squeezed through people and nearly had to sprint to keep up with Yamcha as he made his way up to the bar. He purchased to shots and by the time she caught up with him he was bringing a tiny glass to her.

"I thought we could dance and have fun, then go back to my house." Yamcha chuckled in her ear. She giggled as she downed her shot and returned the glass to the counter. She hung her arms around his neck and his hands gripped her waist and they began to grind to the music.

They danced to a few more songs, but then Bulma found she really missed Vegeta. She sat on the bar stool and ordered screw driver, but barely sipped at it. "Are you sure you don't want to get up and dance, it's a slow song." Yamcha tried to persuade her to get up. Bulma slumped her shoulders. Sure it was a love song but the lyrics were about loving someone else and that was too ironic for her. Yamcha groaned, "Is there something you want to talk about because you act like you have something on your mind." He asked, resting his hand on the small of her back.

Suddenly a womans voice came out of no where, shrieking at Yamcha. "Just like in the song, huh?" Asked a short woman sarcasticaly. She looked like she was about five years younger than Bulma. "So this is the someone else." She said more as an observation than a question.

Yamcha froze. The mysterious woman tapped her foot. Bulma slid off the stool and walked away.

"Bulma!" shouted Yamcha as he watched her excuse herself past people.

"Look I have another girlfriend now. Please leave me alone." Yamcha pleaded and he took off behind Bulma. By the time he found her, she was standing on the curb, trying to flag down a taxi. "Bulma, babe, get in the car."

Bulma said nothing, just kept searching down the street for an available cab.

"If you get in the car, I'll take you home." Yamcha negotiated.

Bulma weighed the options and huffed, walked to her side of the car. Yamcha hurried to the driver's side incase she decided to bolt. They merged in with traffic and were slowly moving when Bulma shouted, "What the hell was that Yamcha?"

"She was an ex of mine, I swear. She follows me around to clubs all the time and she just happened to show up there. I'm sorry you had to see that." Yamcha explained.

"Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life if I so chose to spend it with you? Do I actually have to share you?" Then Bulma stopped, listening to her own words and figured Vegeta was feeling the same way.

"You're not sharing me, you have me, you have all of me!"

"How did you get that job Yamcha?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" He laughed.

"Tell me how you got the damn job!" Bulma yelled.

"Okay a girl got it for me. She likes me and I'm only friends with her Bulma so don't jump to conclusions."

"And the red headed bimbo was a teammate's little sister who was only there to cheer her big brother on, right?" Bulma crossed her arms.

"So you're saying..."

"Yamcha we can't be doing this to ourselves. I can't keep doing this to me," Bulma shook her head, "take me home." She finished.

"So does this mean we're breaking up?"

"I won't tell anyone I broke up with you if you're so worried about your ego." Bulma rolled her eyes. "I promise."

"This is a big deal to me Bulma. Are you sure you don't want to give it another day and we can do something else tomorrow before I leave."

"Yamcha, don't make this harder than it has to be."

Then in silence, Yamcha rolled slowly into Capsule Corp. "Bye, I guess."

"Bye." Bulma said and then she kissed him on the cheek.

"You're really breaking my heart, Bulma." Yamcha said looking like a puppy who had no home. The same look he gave her everytime something gone wrong. This time it was her job to realize she had to give it up and take a chance on what she really wanted.

"You're my first boyfriend, Yamcha, but I think we just mistaken care for love. I'll always love you just like I'll always love Goku and Krillin and all our other friends. You'll still be special to me." She patted his hand and got out of thecar. She shut the door, stood and waved good-bye to him as he returned the wave and rolled slowly backwards, and turned to leave the property out into the city night.