Kekke: I had so much fun writing that chapter and Goku's POV (he's so funny, no wonder Vegeta called him a clown lol), I'm glad you liked how I wrote him ^^ that was funny hehe... my personal favourite moment's when Bulma says she's more tired than usual, and he's like "Oh REALLY?" all happy about it and then he tries to sound sad. Silly boy! I love the I-love-you-but-I'd-rather-die-than-tell-you kind of relationship, but only in fiction XD if that happened to me though I don't think I'd be able to handle it.

Again, thanks ^^ I don't see why Yamcha would be a bastard, that's totally not the type of character he is, plus he and Bulma are still friends in the anime after she has Trunks with Vegeta (he even knows about Vegeta being the father before she tells everyone else), and I don't think it could be that way if he was an ass. Bulma has such a temper that she would not forgive him. So, noble but stupid: story of his life! Indeed standing up for Bulma was a very heroic thing to do, but considering he challenged Vegeta in a fight, that was surely not a clever one. Damn, he must be glad to be still alive right now lol.

Chapter 10: His

Vegeta landed behind a huge tree nearby the Capsule Corp. He could see her through a window, cooking in the kitchen. She seemed to be alone. In any case, she was certainly not with the weakling: he knew for a fact that it would take him quite a while to recover, but he could at least use this time where he was laying on the ground to think about how foolish of him it had been to challenge Vegeta in a fight.

No one's afraid of the so-called prince of a dead race!

Reminding these words made him angry again: how dare he speak of the Saiyan race like that? Had he no respect? It was not the fault of the Saiyans that Frieza feared a united Saiyan people so much that he had destroyed their planet! It was a miracle that Vegeta hadn't just blasted that idiot of an Earthling off after that insult. And "so-called prince", what the fuck was that supposed to mean? He was a prince! He was born a prince, and would die a prince no matter what: he was the prince of a noble yet fallen race or great warriors, yes, but still, he would wear this title with honour and pride.

That little jerk. Maybe I should go back and finish him off, after all.

As Vegeta was seriously considering flying back to Yamcha, a voice raised in the air:

"Hey, Vegeta!"

His dark eyes widened: Bulma had opened the window and was grinning at him. How the hell had she managed to realise he was hiding there? She didn't know how to sense people's energy, did she?

Or maybe he was right about her being some evil witch. Perhaps Earthlings could do magic after all.

"What do you want?" he grunted back.
"Don't just stand there, come inside. It's almost ready."
"Who said I came here to eat! I'm a warrior, I don't need to be fed by a-"
"Oh come on, tough guy, I know you can't even boil water. And I'm making some egg rolls," she said, her lips slightly curving into a very small smirk.

Indeed, the smell had just reached his nose. He headed straight toward the door, but it had nothing to do with the woman herself - no, of course. He was just starving.

He dropped on a chair and she glanced at him over the food she was preparing.

"Have you... by any chance... seen Yamcha?" she finally asked.

She hoped he had left his training spot before Yamcha could find him.

"Yes, that idiot disturbed my training," Vegeta replied, annoyed. "But I took care of that nuisance."

Bulma's blue eyes widened. No, he couldn't possibly mean...

"Geez, is he all right?"

The Saiyan shrugged.

"He's not dead, if that's what you're wondering. However, he really didn't deserve to have his life spared."
"Why did you fight him for?!"
"Fight him?" Vegeta sneered. "Hardly. He's the one who came to insult me and challenge me - he's even the one who charged me, and he can't say I didn't warn him."

With a loud bang, Bulma put a plate full of noodles on the table.

"That idiot," she said, going back in the kitchen. "I told him that would happen, but he still had to give it a try."

Vegeta frowned.

"Then you know what the hell has gotten into him?"
"Sort of," she said.

She had finished putting the food on the table and was now standing next to him. He could smell it on her too, that disturbance in her floral perfume that had such an odd control over him. That weakling's disgusting smell. His dark eyes narrowed as he stared at her. What did he touch her for? Didn't he know that he was his? As she was about to leave his side, he caught Bulma's hand, pulled her down towards him, and kissed her. She dug her delicate fingers in his dark hair like she used to do, pressing her fragile body against his as she sat on his lap, and he lost track of everything again.

Yamcha was amazed that he could still fly. Well, he was much slower than he used to be, but still. He could fly, which was much better than walking with such pain. Damn, he had never hated someone more than Vegeta. He was flying to Bulma's house: she would call him an idiot (to which he would probably have to agree, given the fact that it was a miracle Vegeta hadn't killed him in the forest), possibly give him a pair of slaps for being so stupid, but still, she would take care of his injuries better than anyone he could think of.

He landed as gracefully as one could in his position, a arm still firmly around his stomach. What kind of training had Vegeta gone through, for heaven's sake? He had been training with Goku before, he had received some Saiyan's hits, but nothing that powerful. He walked towards the door, but froze in the middle of the alley when he noticed something through the window.

Suddenly, his injuries from his fight with Vegeta were forgotten.

They were both sitting on a chair - that is to say, the same chair - and he could clearly see him nibbling her earlobe, just like he knew she loved so much. Yamcha felt like he was about to vomit. They couldn't possibly be having sex right now - hadn't Vegeta just made it clear he did not love her? Still, he was the one that got to hold her in his arms, while Yamcha was standing outside, more furious than before. They moved: there was now no doubt they weren't just kissing and making out: the bottom of her pink dress was up and his pants were down. His moves were not gentle nor tender, but neither were hers: she pulled his shirt so violently to get a kiss that the fabric tore, but none of them cared.

And yet, as disgusting an painful as this scene was to Yamcha, he couldn't help but notice that it looked disturbingly perfect. It was like they were meant to be united like that. They were rough, passionnate, but still, everything fitted perfectly. Their lips always found each others, their bodies moved together in such harmony that it looked as though they were sharing one single mind. It was impossible for Yamcha not to notice, as he was moving away from this sight, that it had never been like that between Bulma and him. Perhaps this was why it didn't work, but he couldn't help but still believe that Vegeta was not the right guy for her either. He was vile, cruel and ruthless: she deserved far better than that!

Again, he managed to raise in the air, and left as fast as he could.

End of the chapter: All right, all right, I'm done torturing Yamcha XD this chapter wasn't meant to be, but I had a flash and boom, I had to write it!