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Hey! All righty well this is Chapter TEN! yay! ahaha.. I want to thank everyone who took the time to read my newest fan fiction 'Rock 'N Roll Suicide', and if you haven't I suggest you do.. Kay here are my totally kick ass reviewers! Heiress2thethrone, IndulgentWriter, Another B/V Lover, Schiza-Bad-Saiyan-Lover, Megami, Yomegagurl01, Spini, Kpossible, Cilvanti, SilverWing145, and ForeVer-Vegeta's-12! Thanks guys!

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Bulma unlocked the door to the apartment and headed towards the answering machine. Yamcha came in behind her with their suit cases. There weren't any important numbers on the answering machine, so she walked into the kitchen for some water.

Yamcha came into the kitchen and said, "Babe, look I'm sorry."

Bulma looked him in the eye as she took a sip from her glass. Then she shook her head. "Yamcha, look I-"

"I knew you'd forgive me, babe." Yamcha interrupted as he headed towards her with open arms.

Bulma stepped back. "No. I was going to say that I think you should stay some where else for the night."

Yamcha's eyes widened. "But babe-"

"And stop with the babe crap." She said irritated as she grabbed his suit case and headed towards the door. Yamcha followed her.

"Listen ba-, I mean Bulma, I don't see why I should have to-"

"Leave? I do," Bulma said as she placed the suit case out into the hallway. Bulma's eyes watered as she ushered him out.

"Bulma, look I'm sor-"

Bulma slammed the door and locked itShe allowed tears to fall, as she leaned against the door. "Why am I crying," she muttered to herself."You never wanted to marry him any ways." She sniffed and wiped away a tear. "He's probably not cheating on you.." She tried to convince herself as she headed to her room to change. Leaving her wedding ring on her night stand. She then headed to Capsule Corporation.

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Walking into Capsule Corporation, one of her many secretaries came up to her. "Ms. Briefs, Juu hasn't come in yet, and I'm not sure who it is, but there's a man in your office. He refuses to give his name."

Bulma rolled her eyes. It was probably Yamcha. "Alright," Bulma sighed as she entered the elevator. She didn't want to talk to Yamcha, she didn't want to look into his cheating eyes. As she exited the elevator she looked through her frosted glass door, to see a siloet of an average height man, sitting, with flamed hair. Bulma sighed in relief.

Opening her office door she noticed he was sitting on her desk, throwing her crystal paper weight up and catching it. "Don't!" She scolded him as she snatched the paper weight from his hand. "And get off my desk," she muttered to him as she put her purse and coat on the couch she had in her office.

"I'll double my offer for those chips." Vegeta said as he hopped off her desk.

"No, I told you, I'm not selling them."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Listen woman, I need those chips. I'm offering you six times their worth! Just sell!"

"No!"

Vegeta's clashing eyes narrowed. "You're making a mistake by not selling them."

Bulma looked into his still bruised eye. She wanted to glare but couldn't. "Well tell me what exactly you'll be using them for, and maybe I'll consider selling them to you."

"I'm experimenting with those chips, I want to see if they are compatible with various chips. If they aren't, they'll be thrown away. If they are, I'll come back and buy more from you." He said resting his fists on her desk and leaning over, looking her in the eye.

"Well what will they be used for if they are compatible? A computer? A car? A capsule? A phone? What?"

"Ouiji Corporation doesn't make capsules." Vegeta said angrily, glaring.

Bulma's eyes watered slightly. She wasn't sure why, but tears were threatening to fall. She then started to shift through the papers littering her desk. Coming up with the contract Vegeta had signed last week she scribbled her signature on it and handed it to him. "Just take them," she said not looking up at him.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Just like that?"

"You want them or not? Take them!" She said now getting frustrated.

Vegeta took the contract from her. He looked down at her signature. Then looked at her. She was rubbing her eye where she had allowed a tear to escape. "I'm being forced to host a Christmas party on Friday. It'll be at Tony's Banquet Halls. It's one of those tedious business parties. I'll send a more official invitation in the mail. You should go."

Bulma looked up into his mismatch eyes. Her focus was on his bruised eye. Her eyes still watery "Maybe."

Vegeta frowned. "You better go. I hate those things, and if I have to suffer, you do too." The edges of his lips curled into a small smirk, then he picked up his briefcase, and walked out the door.

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Bulma glared at the neon digits. 4: 12 AM. She glared at the continuously happy Mouse. She hated that Mouse. She hated that stupid present it held. She hated it's over sized ears. She hated those fucking obnoxious carols it sang her every morning. She hated that that was her Birthday present, from her 'fiancé'. He knew she hated holiday gifts. Bulma directed her look of malice to her conspicuous engagement ring, that was placed next to the Mickey Mouse clock.

'If he could afford that gaudy ass ring, then why couldn't he get a better birthday present? Why? Because he fucking stole your fucking money out of your fucking account to pay for that fucking ring! That's fucking why!' Bulma screamed this in her head.

He obviously wasn't sorry, or ready to admit he had done something wrong. He had only called her cell phone once. He left a short voice mail. "Babe look I'm real sorry. Call me when your cooled off. Love you, bye." If he was truly sorry he would have left more then one voice mail. He must have found a place to stay. The call hadn't come from his cell phone, it came from an unknown number.

Bulma continued to glare at the Mickey Mouse alarm clock. She planned on being out the door by five. She watched as the digits changed to read, 4: 15 AM. She slammed the Santa hat on Mickey's head as soon as she heard "Jing-". Bulma got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom for her daily rituals.

Walking into the kitchen Bulma grabbed her purse and coat. She was planning on getting a pack of Camels, and a large coffee from a coffee hut across the street from Ouiji Corporation.

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Bulma sipped at her steaming cup of black coffee. She stared at the tall building as she crossed the street. She was going to get Vegeta to tell her exactly what happened between him and Yamcha that weekend. She probably should have asked him yesterday when he was in her office, but she didn't.

Bulma entered the building and headed to the large oval welcome counter, where a short brunette was quickly typing. "May I help you?" The tired brunette asked with out looking up.

"Yes, what floor is Mr. Ouiji's office?"

The brunette raised an eye brow. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

The brunette's eyes narrowed suspioucly, "Mr. Ouiji is in a meeting right now."

"At six in the morning?"

"Yes."

"That's ridicules! Just tell me what floor Vegeta's office is on,"

"I told you Miss, Mr. Ouiji is in a meeting at the moment." The annoyed brunette spat.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Look," Bulma squinted at her name tag, "Claire. I need to speak with Mr. Ouiji, and I don't have time to wait for him to get out of this 'meeting' you claim he is in, nor do I have the patience. So, I suggest you just tell me what floor his office is on."

Claire smirked. "That's classified information. Besides, I don't have the patience to explain to you why you can't interrupt Mr. Ouiji's meeting. Now if you would be so kind as to either take the time to make an appointment, or kindly leave." She said with biting sarcasm.

Bulma glared at the 'welcome' lady. "Look you, do you know who-"

"I don't care who you are. If you don't have an appointment then you have no business here."

Bulma glared at Claire, then started to dig through her pockets of her coat. She smiled as she pulled out the small business card, with Vegeta's cell phone number scribbled on it. She then pulled out her cell phone, and dialed the number. As she held the thin phone to her ear she gave Claire a curt smile. Claire rolled her eyes and returned to her typing.

"Who the hell is this," Vegeta greeted the unknown number.

"I love you too." Bulma answered sarcastically.

"Woman? What do you want." He demanded.

Bulma rolled her eyes, "What floor is your office on?"

"I'm not in my office, and why do you want to know?"

"I'm standing by your 'welcome' counter," Bulma glared over at Claire who was sipping at a thermos of coffee.

"Meet me on the ninth floor," Vegeta said as he hung up.

Claire gave Bulma a sarcastic smile, "Have a nice day!"

Bulma smiled sarcastically back at her, "Thanks, you too!"

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Exiting the elevator Bulma noticed that the only light was coming from under the French style doors not to far from where she was standing. She headed towards the doors, before she reached the doors there was a ding and the elevator opened to reveal Vegeta.

"They're locked," he grunted as he pushed past Bulma and pulled his keys out to unlock the door. He opened them and let Bulma walk in. Vegeta's office was messy. There were crumpled papers littering the floor, a bunched up blanket was laying on the floor next to his couch. There was also a wrinkly shirt on the floor. Cigarette packages littered around with the papers. An opened package of Oreos was sitting on a side table next to the couch, accompanied by an empty beer bottle.

"How lovely." Bulma muttered sarcastically as she stepped over a pile of papers.

Vegeta grunted and shut the door behind him. "It was a long night." He grumbled as he stepped over some papers and empty cigarette packages to get to his desk. "Are you here to tear this up?" He asked as he took the contract off his desk.

Bulma shook her head. "No," she said as she stepped over more papers to get to where he was standing. She glanced over at his waste basket. "Your office is a mess yet ironically your garbage can is empty." She smiled as she leaned against his desk, next to him. He grunted. She looked up at him, noticing he didn't have his shirt on, only his jacket. That explained the wrinkled shirt. "Where were you?"

"I wanted some fresh air," he grunted. "If you aren't here for the contract, what do you want?"

Bulma stared down at her shoes, "I wanted you to tell me what happened this weekend. I want you to tell me why you showed Yamcha the cigarettes, why I've found you guys glaring at each other, and why you two got in that fist fight."

"Hmph," he snorted. "Didn't Yamchops tell-"

"No. I want you to tell me. Please."

Vegeta looked down at her. She was still staring down at her shoes. "Wanna sit down?" He asked gesturing towards the couch.

Bulma shrugged and followed him to the couch. Bulma sat, and Vegeta leaned against the wall next to the couch. "I don't trust him. I don't think he'd ever tell me the truth." Bulma's eyes watered as she stared down at Vegeta's wrinkled shirt.

"He's a sleazy ass hole." Vegeta grunted.

Bulma wiped a tear. "Just tell me what happened."

"Fine."

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"Then it stays." Vegeta said as he blew another puff into Marron's angry face. He then watched as Bulma got up and walked into the kitchen. "So Yamcha, where did you and the woman meet?"

"At a party in college." Yamcha said as he coughed when he inhaled the puff of Vegeta's cigarette.

Vegeta frowned. "I see." He grunted as he watched Marron put her sandwich down and look over at Yamcha. Vegeta looked at Yamcha, he was smiling, Marron's smile soon turned into a giggle.

"Stop it!" Marron giggled as she smiled broadly.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. After taking in a drag Vegeta grunted to clear his throat. Marron's giggle slowed, and Yamcha made another politically correct cough.

Vegeta gritted his teeth as Yamcha started a fit of coughing. "Why are you coughing?" Vegeta growled angrily.

"Because your cigarette is bothering poor Yamchops!" Marron yelled at Vegeta. "No one in this house likes the stench of that cancer stick!"

"I'd beg to differ." Vegeta grunted. Yamcha looked over at Vegeta as he continued. "Doesn't really seem like you know your fiancé as well as you think you do, Yamchops." Vegeta smirked at Yamcha's look of shock.

"Bulma's doesn't smoke!" Yamcha protested.

Vegeta's smirk grew, "Are you sure about that, Yamchops."

"Bulma and I tell each other everything, she doesn't smoke."

"Well I don't really think that statement has much truth to it," Vegeta calmly said as he glanced over at Marron, then returned to stare Yamcha in the eye.

Yamcha's eyes widened, "We tell each other everything." He repeated as Vegeta reached over the table to grab Bulma's purse.

"Well I think both of you need to work on this truth telling you claim," Vegeta smirked evilly as he pulled her half empty pack of Camels.

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Bulma allowed more tears to travel down her pale cheek. Vegeta sat on the couch next to her. "Do you think that's when they started, when they first met?" Bulma looked up at Vegeta, he face becoming tear stained.

Vegeta looked her in the eye. "No, I don't." He said.

Bulma wiped away a tear and nodded. "What about the times I found you guys glaring at each other, and neither of you told me what happened."

Vegeta grunted. "The first time was because he was bull shitting how he always lifts weights, and I told him Gohan was stronger then him," Vegeta said with a smirked.

Bulma shook her head, wiping away another tear. "That wasn't the time I found you in the living room, was it?"

Vegeta frowned. "No, that happened in the hallway. I don't think you walked in on that one."

"Oh, I want to hear what happened in the living room. Both of you were angry in the living room."

Vegeta frowned.

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After the funny video, everyone sat around and talked. Vegeta got up to go to the bathroom. Standing above the toilet he pulled out his very l-

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"Vegeta! I want to hear what happened between you and Yamcha, not about you and your dick!" Bulma said angrily no tears were falling.

Vegeta smirked. "You know you want to hear this don't lie."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "No. No I don't," Bulma said smiling slightly.

Vegeta smirked.

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Walking towards the living room, Vegeta realized that he couldn't hear any one. "They must be in the kitchen," he muttered as he entered the living room. He stopped. Standing in front of the fireplace was Yamcha and Marron. Yamcha had his hands placed on Marron's waist. Marron was, as always, giggling. She had her arms wrapped around Yamcha's neck.

"Yammy, you're so bad," she giggled as she kissed his lips lightly

"Just say yes." He said smiling, kissing her back.

Marron winked at him, "Of course," she replied, giggling.

Vegeta cleared his throat, gaining attention. Yamcha's eyes grew and he withdrew his hands from Marron's waist. Marron slowly let her arms fall from around Yamcha's neck. Gave Yamcha a quick wink then walked into the kitchen.

"It's not what it looks like," Yamcha tried to defend as Vegeta glared daggers.

Vegeta grunted, "Then what was it."

"It was.. It was.." Yamcha tried to think.

"It was, it was," Vegeta mocked. "It was I, a low life buffoon cheating on my, newly proposed, fiancé. Just say it."

"Look here ass hole, I wasn't cheating on Bulma!"

Vegeta raised an eye brow. "Sure looked that way, Yamchops."

"Stop calling me that ass fuck!"

Vegeta chuckled, "How about Yammy then. Is that better?"

"Fuck you! Stay out of my business, why the hell do you even care?"

Vegeta glared. "I-"

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"Then you walked in." Vegeta said, looking over at Bulma.

Bulma turned to Vegeta and hugged him. She cried, letting the tears run down his bare chest. "I hate him," she said between tears. "I hate them!" She continued to hold onto Vegeta. She didn't want to let go.

Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma as she continued to cry. "He's a dick, I told you that. Don't cry over him, and Marron's a bitchy skank. The whore is going to marry an old man with wrinkly balls, and the dick's going to end up working a gay bar 'cause his store's in the crapper." Vegeta said trying to comfort her.

Bulma smiled slightly, then looked up at Vegeta, tears still falling. "Tell me how you kicked the shit out of him."

Vegeta smirked. "That pussy could hardly throw a decent punch."

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Just about every one was hanging around in the living room drinking. Vegeta walked over to the computer desk where he left his beer. He had only drank half of a beer. Walking back to the couch he noticed a glimpse of blue. Thinking it was Bulma, Vegeta headed towards it. Instead, he ended up stumbling upon a make out session between Marron and Yamcha.

"Wow, aren't I lucky?" Vegeta shouted sarcastically. "How many times have I caught you two doing something like this?" Vegeta chuckled sarcastically. "Now Yamchops, get off of her before the woman catch-" Vegeta didn't get to finish. Yamcha had just punched him in his left eye, his blind eye, catching him off guard.

"Fuck you Vegeta!" Yamcha yelled loudly at him, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

Vegeta removed his hand from his throbbing eye. His right eye hardened into a glare. Vegeta shook his head. "Low blow ass fuck." Vegeta said, as he caught Yamcha's attempt in punching him again. Using his free hand Vegeta allowed his fist to connect to with Yamcha's right eye.

"Oh my God! Stop!" Marron shrieked.

Yamcha stumbled back and tried to regain his composure. Vegeta turned his back on Yamcha and started to walk away. "Was that suppose to be a punch?" Yamcha asked mockingly, holding his blackening eye.

Vegeta turned around. "You're pathetic." Vegeta grunted as he advanced, fist prepared for another blow.

"Cool it you guys!" Goku called as he, Krillen, and Tien headed towards them.

Vegeta didn't listen and punched Yamcha in the chin. Yamcha's head was thrown back. "Bulma won't believe you even if you tell her." Vegeta balled his fist and punched Yamcha in his left eye. Yamcha let go of his right eye and held his left. "She trusts me, she's oblivious to any and every thing I do." Vegeta punched him in the stomach, but was then restrained by Goku. "That's why I proposed." Yamcha said allowing a trickle of blood to escape his lips.

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"Then you walked in."

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There it is Chapter TEN! Woo Hoo! Ten chapters! Wow! The update was slightly delayed for some school 'activities' I'm involved in.. School really sucks sometimes.. ahaha.. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review please! Also please read 'Rock 'N Roll Suicide,' if you haven't!

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