Chapter 8: Busted

"Vegeta," Bulma said through the microphone. "Breakfast's ready."

She frowned when she didn't receive the usual "shut up, woman, you're bothering me", but then it occurred to her that Vegeta had blasted the hell out of her communication device from the laboratory to the Gravity Room, and she hadn't repaired it yet.

Oh, great, she mentally sighed, climbing up the stairs.

"How many pancakes do you want, Bulma?" Yamcha asked, having filled his own plate and starting Bulma's.
"Give me two - you can start eating, I've gotta go to the Gravity Capsule."
"I thought you just called him from the lab," Yamcha said, frowning.
"I tried, but he blasted the speakers and the screen the other day. I'll be right back."
"Just let him starve to death," he mumbled once she was too far away to ear him.


"Vegeta," Bulma said rather impatiently, tapping on the white door. "Breakfast's ready."

No answer. She knocked harder and longer.

"Hey, you alive in there?"
"You're bothering me!" he barked from the other side of the door.

Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Come on now, you've got to eat-"
"Look, I had a mother once and it's more than enough - I'm not hungry so get the hell away from here, you damn woman!"

Yeah 'course Vegeta I'm not your mother, that would be so creepy, she thought snidely, and she almost considered saying it out loud, but she bit her tongue and kept the thought inside.

"Not hungry? You know that's lie."

There was a short moment of silence, then the door swung opened. He had a scowl on his face, which was quickly replaced by a smirk when he saw that she was now wearing a black short and a pink camisole instead of the summer dress she had been wearing less than an hour before. Her skin smelled like cherry and her hair smelled like vanilla.

"You had a shower," he noticed, his satisfied smirk getting bigger.
"Well I sort of had to after you-"
"I guess gravity was a problem with the weakling around," Vegeta sneered.
"Nothing to do with - the hell with it, I guess you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"I might have," he carelessly replied.
"You really are a-"

Noticing that the grin just kept getting wider, she grunted and glared at him.

"Never mind," Bulma scowled. "I'm going for breakfast, you do as you please."

Her head held very high, she walked away: Vegeta followed, his arms crossed in his signature position.


Yamcha pushed Bulma on her bed and she giggled a little, pulling him closer to her. It had been one week since that morning and she had been successful in avoiding the Saiyan prince ever since: a miracle when you considered that they were living under the same roof. Bulma had never been happier about the compound's size.

"I love you," he whispered to her ear, nibbling the lobe.

She smiled dreamingly. He loved her, he cared, why would she throw that away for someone like Vegeta who didn't have even the slightest idea of what these words meant? Bulma arched her naked body against Yamcha's, moaning lightly under his soft moves. She'd never noticed how tender he actually was with her - though you had to admit that anyone would seem soft and tender after Vegeta. She closed her cobalt blue eyes, and then...

She pressed her breast against Vegeta's scarred chest, digging her shaking fingers into his thick dark hair. Her breath heavier, she moved her lower body to meet with his thrusts.

"Bulma," Yamcha breathed into her neck, his grip on her hips getting tighter.

Yamcha, she was with Yamcha, why did his mind insist on sending her images and fantaisies of Vegeta? She had to open her eyes, she knew she had to, but it felt so...

"Ah!" she gasped for air, holding herself tighter than ever before against him.

Her eyes still closed, she had a faint smile on her lips.

"Vegeta..." she softly breathed, slowly moving her hand from the black hair to the torso's hard muscles.

You could say that it killed it, but it would be an understatement. There was actually no word in any language to describe the impact of that low whisper.

"What?" Yamcha's suddenly bitter voice snapped.

Bulma opened her eyes, blinking a few times in confusion.

"What what?" she asked, looking honestly taken aback by his reaction.

He simply grunted and moved away from her, reaching for his clothes.

"The hell is wrong with you?" Bulma asked, sitting up on her bed and frowning.
"The hell is wrong with me? The hell is wrong with you, you mean! Y-you fucking called Vegeta's name! I wonder how you'd react if I called Chichi's name or whoever-"

The blue-haired woman's eyes widened.

"I-I didn't-" she started.
"I'm not stupid, nor am I deaf!" he spat. "And I'm not blind either, while we're at it! Offering him a house, nursing him back to health with so much care, spending whole nights looking after him, taking care of him that much every day even though he's the worse bastard who ever set foot on this planet, I can tolerate. I can even tolerate you glancing at him when you think I'm not looking, I can even go as far as tolorating you having a dream about kissing him, but I'm not taking this shit."

She wrapped her arms around herself protectively when he shot that glare at her. It was both pain and anger, and she even feared, for a very short moment, that he might actually hit her - perhaps because she thought she deserved it. She felt terribly vulnerable: never before had Yamcha spoken to her like this. She was usually the one getting damn mad at the other in their relationship. He had seen all that? She hadn't even realised half of these things, she barely remembered that stupid dream, she hadn't even noticed that she looked at Vegeta in Yamcha's back...

She thought she had been successful in keeping him away from her mind. Bulma swallowed.

"Look, none of this mea-"

Bulma bit her bottom lip when he put his hand on the handle.

"Where are you going?"
"Not really of your business now, is it?" Yamcha snapped.
"Wait, Yamcha, I'm-"

She got on her feet to reach for him, but the icy gaze her boyfriend - or should we say soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend - threw her froze her like a statue.

"I never meant to do all that, don't go, we'll, we'll solve it and-"
"Solve it?" Yamcha growled. "I don't think there's anything to solve. Good luck with Vegeta, you'll need it."
"With- but I want nothing from Vegeta!" she said, her voice betraying her panic as she took one step forward, her arms still around her in a protective manner. "I love you, Yamcha, not-"
"No," he simply replied after searching in her eyes for a short while. "Not anymore. I've lost you, Bulma."

She lowered her head in silence.

"Whatever happened to us, and when exactly, I don't know," he sighed, "But I've lost you. Somehow, I've lost you."
"Lost me? You're the one that is going away!"

Yamcha shrugged.

"Sure. But you're the one that isn't stopping me," he said, stepping outside the bedroom and slowly, quietly closing the door.

End of the chapter: *sighs with delight* FINALLY got rid of Yamcha. LOL. Have you noticed, I can't write something sexy with Yamcha and Bulma without including Vegeta in her mind, lmao. It just doesn't flow XD anyway, I hope you guys liked the chapter! (Strefe, I'm sure you're super-happy now hehe)