Vegeta smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite the height difference, Yamcha felt very, very small.

He took a shaky breath-which Vegeta heard (of course).

His tail twitched.

Yamcha quivered.

"What do you want, you pathetic weakling?"

Yamcha felt a surge of bravery and opened his mouth, but that look on the Saiyan's face, the way his tail swirled, mockingly, the bravery left him like air leaving a helium balloon.

Toodle-loo.

"I-I-I want-" he took a shaky breath, standing as tall as he could, staring down at the Prince. "I want you to leave Bulma alone." Yamcha really didn't like sparkle in Vegeta's eye. It looked like he was about to drown some kittens-and like it. "She's-she's a good girl and I don't want you-you-"

"Me what, weakling?" Vegeta was too fucking amused. "Taint her with my evil aura? Perhaps we will touch the same piece of cheese in the cold box and my sheer evil will make her start drowning kittens in puddles."

Yamcha quivered at the mental image and the fact Vegeta almost read his mind. "No-just-"

Vegeta took a step towards him. Yamcha took a step back. It was a dance he would lose.

"Have you come to make up with her again? Beg for mercy? To the small, weaker-than-you girl?"

"She's not weak!"

"You're damn straight." Vegeta's voice was cold. Yamcha had to take a deep breath too make sure he hadn't been stabbed.

He felt so very cold.

He felt something warm and soft on his arm, his shoulders before it wrapped around his neck. He tried to relax but once his feet were off the ground and Vegeta stood looking smug as ever, Yamcha gave up and squirmed like a fish out of water. Despite the fact he was even taller than the Prince now, he felt even smaller.

He eeped, grabbing onto Vegeta's tail, yanking hard.

Vegeta just stood there.

For a few minutes, they stayed like that. Vegeta dangling Yamcha in the hallway of Capsule Corp like a pig at a slaughter house-all its blood pooling to the ground.

And all he had come over to do was fucking apologize.

…Again.

A door down the hall opened. Vegeta's smirk widened. Yamcha's eyes drifted to see blue, wide eyes mouth agape, with purple hair askew.

Stepping out of a room that was not hers.

III

AN:I'll be honest, I didn't really know how to end it, so it's an open ending.

And there is a story behind this.

I have been posting all my work on my dA account as well as . And there is a big Yamcha fan that goes around, telling me to stop bashing Yamcha.

And my reply was: "Do you scour dA looking for Vegeta/Bulma stories that have Yamcha depicted in a not so glamorous light just to exclaim your love for Yamcha? Everyone of my stories you have something negative to say about how I am depicting Yamcha. I'm a Vegeta-Bulma shipper, as you can tell with all my bloody stories and art. I have nothing that benefits you. Stop trolling!"

So their response was "stop bashing then. If you don't like him, why put him in the story?" Which bothers me for mutliple reasons. The main reason being the fact that there is no comma in 'stop bashing, then'

this person doesn't understand what the word 'comedic' is. So like the adult that I am, I wrote a this! I feel it doesn't do Yamcha justice. More ridicule and what not is needed. Its not that I don't like Yamcha- I do!...sort of...but using him for comedic purpose is much better than his actual purpose (which is to die).

But I can't complain about the annoying person on dA. Gave me inspiration! huuzah!