By Fate, We Fell In Love Chapter 11
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Chapter 11 is here! You may hate me for this chapter, but like I said in Chapter 9, I am pulling out just how selfish Bulma can be. On to the chapter!
Settle down, settle down, settle down
Girl, it's all over your face
There's someone taking my place.
Guess that's something that I'm dealing with now.
I guess there's nothing I can do now.
TBH- Partynextdoor
Bulma sat in front of her vanity, applying her eye shadow and mascara. She slowly dolled herself up, gathering her thoughts together. She had put a lot of thought behind this plan and though it was cruel, it seemed to be the best option. She lined her lids with black eye liner and created a cat eye look. She could either pull this stunt off or she could tell everyone the truth. Opening her lipstick drawer, she pulled out a deep red lipstick and a darker lip liner. She lined her lips and then applied the rich color, rubbing her lips together. Taking another look at herself, she saw a sexy vixen looking back at her. She had pulled the works out for herself. Taking a deep breath, she put everything back in their place and got up to continue dressing. She grabbed a red body con dress out of her closet with red pumps to match. She quickly got dressed, checked herself out in the mirror before spraying on her favorite perfume and walked out her room quickly to avoid Vegeta.
Bulma made it out to the garage without running into Vegeta. She quickly jumped in an uncapsuled car, starting it and headed out the garage, towards Yamcha's house. As she passed by homes and buildings, she thought about what she was planning to do. They waited this long, so it might take some convincing to get it done but she was sure Yamcha would buckle under the pressure. Earlier in the week, they had planned to have dinner together at his house. Since Yamcha had an event to go to, dealing with his old team, Bulma offered to cook at his house, having dinner done by time he arrived home. Puar was at Kami's House so there would be no distractions. She had to swing by the grocery store before she went to his house so she stopped at the local store to pick up what she needed.
Yamcha left her the keys to his place earlier today so she was able to get in. She was able to get everything in the house in one trip that tired her greatly. Bulma collapsed on the plush couch, attempting to get her breath. Being pregnant really was tiring. If she wasn't sleeping, she was throwing up or feeling nauseous. Most of the time she had to make herself eat, knowing she was having a demi-Saiyan child and it would need all the nutrition it could get. After taking a short break, she brought the groceries into the kitchen. Yamcha lived in a huge condo in downtown West City. The entire place had an open concept with large windows that looked out over the downtown area. Bulma bought lobster tails, large shrimp, and oysters for dinner. She turned the broiler on and began preparing the lobster tails. She watched her chef do this plenty of times, plus she asked him for some tips before she decided on making such a decadent meal. She got out a skillet, turning the larger range on medium high heat and adding some olive oil. Looking at everything, she wondered if she got in a little over her head. Shrugging her shoulders, she began getting everything cooked and prepared.
About an hour later, and a few bandages applied, Bulma finished the meal. She had broiled lobster tails, shrimp scampi over rice, a fresh salad, and oysters over ice, with blueberry lemon cheesecake sitting in the kitchen for dessert. She was proud of herself. She only cut herself trying to open the lobster tails like 3 times and she didn't burn anything and she remember to lightly season everything. As she was putting down the last fork, she heard Yamcha at the door. She almost forgot he didn't have a key so Bulma half-ran to the door to let him in the house.
"Hey Hon." she said, greeting him with a smile. Yamcha smiled at her, kissing her on the lips quickly.
"Hey, you look amazing," Yamcha said looking Bulma up and down. He took in the aroma of everything, enjoying the smell. "Oh wow, everything smells great. Are you sure your chef isn't hiding in the closet?" Yamcha teased walking in his apartment, putting his stuff down.
"Haha, no." Bulma said, grinning sarcastically. "All done by Bulma Briefs herself. Except the dessert, that was all the chef's work." Bulma followed behind Yamcha into the dining room where dinner was set and ready to be served.
"You really out did yourself tonight." Yamcha said, admiring everything.
"Just for you. I wanted tonight to be special." Bulma said, grasping her hands nervously. She hoped her plan would work out. She was nervous about initiating it more than anything. She would have to pull out the side of her that she had only been able to show in front of Vegeta and she was worried about how Yamcha would take her actions. With a deep sigh, Bulma pasted a smile on her face and sat across from Yamcha to enjoy their meal.
"You know your cooking isn't half bad when you put as much effort in it as you do science." Yamcha commented over dessert. Bulma stuck out her tongue at him. Why did she need to know how to cook? She was smart and beautiful. She could make a robot to do that for them.
"Well, I can't be this beautiful, smart, and a great cook can I? That would just be so unfair to the rest of the world." Bulma said right back. Yamcha laughed.
"That would just be an injustice!" Yamcha said, lifting his glass of wine to his mouth. Bulma had substituted her wine for carbonated water and lemon. It was the only thing that was keeping her stomach settled; Yamcha being none the wiser.
"You know, after dessert, we could retire to your bedroom for the night." Bulma said. Now was the time to start her plan and get the wheels rolling.
"Sure. Did you want to watch a movie or listen to music?" Yamcha asked, refilling his glass.
"Not exactly. I was thinking we could participate in some romance." Bulma said rather calmly even though she was shaking on the inside. Yamcha looked over at Bulma curiously over his lifted glass.
"Um, ok." Yamcha said, unsure of what else to say to her suggestion. Bulma stood up, pushing her chair in, walking over to Yamcha seductively. She stood behind him, sliding her arms down around his neck, stretching over his chest and abdomen. She nuzzled her face into his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin on her face. His cologne smelled wonderful but Bulma couldn't help but yearn for the clean scent of Vegeta. Attempting to wipe Vegeta from her mind at the moment, Bulma returned to the task at hand.
"I just think, well after 10 years, I think it's about that time that we take that step in our relationship that we haven't taken yet." Bulma said softly, attempting to be seductive. Yamcha's cheeks grew red as he tried to process what Bulma was saying to him. It seemed to come out of nowhere and in the last 10 years, this was the first time she had brought up anything of the sort. So why all of the sudden was she ready to take things to the next level?
"Umm, wait, what? Are you sure about this?" Yamcha asked, still thinking.
"Yes, of course." Bulma said, standing upright. Yamcha turned around to look at her. She had a look of determination on her face, something he was used to seeing whenever Bulma had her mind set on something. Still feeling unsure, Yamcha allowed Bulma to walk him towards his bedroom. She had candles lit everywhere prior to Yamcha coming home and soft music was playing in the background. Yamcha looked around the room, wondering how he didn't notice all this set up in his bedroom or hear the music playing. Before he could really comprehend it all, Bulma was pushing him on the bed gently, climbing on his lap. Even if Yamcha wasn't her first as planned years ago, she still wanted their first time to be special, even if she had already ruined herself for her future husband. Bulma adjusted herself comfortably on his lap, looking into his confused eyes. She could cry thinking about what she was planning to do; no one deserves to believe someone else's child was theirs. But Bulma, being selfish, still wanting her fairy tale life and doing what she thought was best for her own life. Holding back tears, Bulma kissed Yamcha, ready to complete her plan to save herself.
Yamcha fell back as the two of them kissed. He never seen Bulma so open to such touching and passionate kisses and bring so much sexual energy into a simple make out session. Things were very heated in the large bedroom. Bulma pulled at the bottom of Yamcha's shirt, pulling it out of his pants where it was tucked away neatly. She managed to unbutton the shirt in a calm manner without interrupting their kissing. She was taking control, making sure she could get Yamcha hot and bother enough to get to the real action. She ran her hands up and down his chest, rubbing his abs and tracing them with her fingertips. She kissed Yamcha's earlobe, drawing some of it in her mouth to slight nibble on, getting a groan from Yamcha. She left soft kisses on his neck, leaving traces of her lipstick. Yamcha was a bit worried at this point. He never knew Bulma had this much sexual energy pent up inside her. It sort of scared him but in a good way.
"Mm, Bulma?" Yamcha muttered out in between kisses. Bulma shh-ed him and continued to kiss him. She was working on his belt when Yamcha lifted her up from him.
"Wait, wait. Are you sure about this?" Yamcha said, holding her by the shoulders.
"Yes, I'm very sure about this." Bulma said, leaning back in to kiss him again. Yamcha pushed her back once again. Bulma gave him a puzzled look. Yamcha signed, looking down briefly.
"I know it's been a long time coming but we're getting married in a year and a half. We waited 10 years, what's another year and a half?" Yamcha said. Bulma sat up straight, still straddling Yamcha.
"Yeah, but, I mean we're right here, right now." Bulma said, looking around the room that fit the perfection of a true romantic first time for a couple.
"I mean this is great. It really is, but on our wedding night, it will be all worth it. I guarantee it." Yamcha said, sitting up fully as well. "There's no need to rush things. We have our entire life, Babe." He kissed her forehead, leaving Bulma looking confused. She felt all the plans she had put together, all the future she thought they would have together, everything was beginning to fall apart. Bulma climbed off of Yamcha, sitting next to him in his bed. She had a look of dread and despair on her face that was masked by the soft candle light. Yamcha sat next to her, talking but his words weren't heard. All Bulma could hear was her life crashing in shambles. Panic began to rush over Bulma, causing her to pop off the bed quickly, distracting Yamcha from talking.
"Are you ok, Bulma?" Yamcha asked, standing up to face her. He held on to her upper arms, preparing in case she fainted again. Bulma felt her breathing quicken and she felt anxious.
"Yes, yes. I-I just need to cool my face." Bulma said, walking quickly to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, leaning her back against it. She went to the sink, throwing some cool water on her face. She grabbed a wash cloth off the towel rack, patting her face dry. It was over. Her life was over.
Even with her life falling apart in her mind, Bulma couldn't help but compare the way Vegeta kissed and held her with such passion with how Yamcha felt and kissed her. He wasn't horrible or even bad at kissing, but he wasn't Vegeta. His skin didn't feel like Vegeta's, he didn't smell like Vegeta, he didn't move like Vegeta; no matter how she tried to make things the same, he wasn't Vegeta. It broke her heart to realize that no matter what she did; Vegeta would forever take the place of all her love in her heart. Leaning on the sink counter, Bulma bawled her eyes out. How could she let her life turn into such a devastating soap opera? 3 ½ years ago, when she was face to face with Vegeta for the first time, she trembled in fear. She feared him and what he was capable of doing to her and his disregard for life. What happened? She saw Krillin and Gohan helping him by giving them the dragon ball they found. She didn't understand why they were helping someone who was hell bent on killing them not too long ago. Then, back on Earth, he seemed so calm and his blood thirst was gone. He seemed not to care about hurting anyone else besides Goku. He almost seemed normal. Living with this almost normal nobility change the way she thought her life was supposed to be. Maybe the fairy tale life just wasn't meant for her…
Jasmine. The scent that filled his nostrils was jasmine. Vegeta rested by a stream that flowed through the mountains. He was yet again miles away from Capsule Corp letting out some steam. He sat under a tree with white flowers surrounding him. He recognized the scent because Bulma put it in her hair. He remembered her yelling that it was jasmine and not cooking oil she was rinsing her hair with. Plus, it was all over her sheets and her hair had been wrapped around his face more times than he would have liked. Vegeta growled in frustration. No matter where he went, there was something to remind him about Bulma. It's like the world revolved around her life. Of course that was her main goal in life; to have the world revolved around Bulma Briefs. Rolling his eyes at his own joke, he rose from the ground. A flower fell from one of the branches, right in Vegeta's hand. He looked at it, seeing how soft and delicate it looked. He threw it down on the ground with the other flowers. He had no time for silliness and thoughts of that woman. However, he did think in the back of his mind how she was handling the pregnancy. Was she still suffering from nausea and being tired? He tried not to care but that was becoming too hard.
Bulma didn't leave her bed for days. All she did was cry. She refused to come down for any meals, didn't answer any calls, and barely spoke two words to her parents. Every time Yamcha tried to come see her, she turned him away, giving excuses on top of excuses. She was completely miserable. She was always sick, emotional, and depressed about being pregnant and alone. She wasn't alone, yet, but she figured she might as well get used to it. It was going on day 5 and the only reason she was up and out the bed is because she had a doctor appointment that morning. She surprised her parents and Vegeta by making an appearance at the breakfast table.
"Oh Bulma!" her mother exclaimed excitingly. "I'm so happy to see you outside your room!" She quickly made her a plate, sitting it down next to Vegeta.
"I figured you would grow tired of being up there all alone for so long." Dr. Briefs said, sipping his coffee. Scratch simply 'meowed' as approval of Bulma's presence. Bulma still felt like crap but today she figured what the hell and she was determined to tell Vegeta the big news. He watched her as she walked past him, pulling her seat out, throwing her body down into it, preparing to eat her first family meal in days. The smell of scrambled eggs made her sick so she politely scraped them off onto another plate, her patients seemingly hadn't noticed. She slowly started on her bacon and pancakes, feeling the piercing eyes of Vegeta. She attempted to ignore the fact that she felt his eyes on her and tried to focus on her meal.
"I'm just so happy you have come out of that funk you've been in lately. I was beginning to worry!" Mrs. Briefs said, attempting to get Bulma to interact with them all. "I can't remember the last time we all sat at this table for a family meal, can you guys?" The term "family" made both Bulma and Vegeta's stomachs jump in fear. I'm going to be a mother/father. Oh God!...
"I'm glad too. Things aren't the same with your absence in the lab and the office." Dr. Briefs added.
"Don't worry Dad. I'll be back in there in no time. Just have some things I need to figure out." Bulma said, her eyes glanced at Vegeta out the corners. He was doing the same thing. Their eyes met and for a brief second, the look of misery could be seen in both of their eyes. As soon as it was noticed, they looked away, ignoring the feeling they both felt. It was pitiful and ridiculous how stubborn they were that they couldn't admit to themselves or each other that they missed one another. Vegeta quickly finished his meal and rose from the table, ready to get out that house and away from Bulma. Bulma noticed his rush from the table and popped up, running out the door after him. She had to tell him and she was going to tell him right now.
Vegeta was out the door and off the patio and was headed towards the sky when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned around to face Bulma. She had a look of determination that was very evident despite the sad, tired look on her face. She looked pale and seemingly lost weight despite being pregnant. Carrying a Saiyan child must have been truly taking its toll on Bulma.
"Vegeta, wait!" Bulma exclaimed, grabbing him just in the nick of time. She felt exhausted. That was the most energy that she had exalted in days. Hell weeks since she been pregnant and her symptoms was kicking her butt. Vegeta hesitated at first before turning around to face Bulma. She let out a sigh, deciding that just telling him would be better than beating around the bush. "I-I just gotta tell you. My life is falling apart anyways so why not just blurt it out…" Bulma said, gathering all her strength to tell him. "I'm pregnant. There! I said it. I'm pregnant, it's yours, and I'm out of breath." Bulma said, trying to catch her breath. She walked back under the patio, sitting on a lawn chair. She felt miserable. It was hot outside, she was tired, and there was a smell coming from somewhere that was making her want to vomit up her entire breakfast. Bulma looked up at Vegeta who was standing at the edge of the patio.
"Well? Are you going to say something or just keep staring at me?" Bulma said frustrated.
"I already know." Vegeta said, still standing in the same spot. Bulma's face dropped from angry to confused.
"W-what? What do you mean you already know? No one knows." Bulma asked.
"I felt the child's power level gravitate towards me that last night." Vegeta answered. Bulma sighed with a bit of relief. Well this was going much better than expected. Suddenly, it dawned on her.
"Wait! You knew all this time? And you didn't say anything!?" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs. She was pissed now. Bulma jumped up out her seat, walking towards Vegeta. "I have been suffering with how I'm going to tell you and my parents and Yamcha about this unfortunate accident and you tell me that you already knew? What the FUCKING HELL!" Bulma yelled. She was now directly in front of Vegeta, screaming her head off, using every obscenity in the book and some that she probably made up in her mind.
"My life is ruined and all you can say is that you already fucking knew?! Do you even understand what I am going through right now? I am the next in line CEO in training for Capsule Corp, engaged to a wonderful man, and lives a life many girls only DREAM on having and I'm pregnant by a man who wants nothing more from me than a nice, comfortable screw! I'm pregnant with YOUR child and YOU don't even fucking care!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta had never seen her this upset before. Then again, he never had been around an emotional, pregnant woman either. Yet, he remained silent as she continue to rip him a new one. "Got damn it, Vegeta. Did you, for a second, think to ask about me and this child? I could have been dead in that bedroom these last 5 days and you wouldn't have been none the wiser. You are a fucking dick. An asshole. A royal brat, arrogant, pain in my left ass cheek, cold-hearted, A1 asshole. It's just my luck that I happened to get pregnant by a cold, black-hearted alien." Bulma finished off her rant and turned on her heel to head back inside the house. Vegeta snared at her, having had enough of her put downs and smart tongue, retaliated, knowing his words would hit home.
"And you are nothing but a spoiled, uptight, narcissistic, evil sow. How pathetic of you to try and pass off another man's child to someone else withholding the truth of the real father." Vegeta said calmly and darkly. It was so dark and menacing that how he said it hit home more than his actual words. Bulma stopped in her tracks, turning around to face Vegeta. How did he know? "Oh, I'm not stupid as you think. You haven't told him your dirty little secret, what else was you going to do? Hide it? Pretend it isn't there? Lie on my dignity? Hmm, I don't think Frieza could be as cruel as you. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You are pathetic. It isn't my fault that you have been too stupid to understand your own anatomy to realize you were with child. And it's not my fault you got pregnant like the stupid girl with a crush like you did." Vegeta said, giving Bulma such an dark, evil look that she almost felt as if she was on Namek again, seeing Vegeta face to face for the first time. But she wasn't scared. She was embarrassed, ashamed, and she felt her heart break. Was that how he really felt about her? Had she been that transparent? Before she could let him see how hurt she really was, she turned around before her eyes could fill with tears.
"Fuck you, Vegeta. I mean that from the depths of my soul. Fuck. You." Bulma said, walking in the house.
"Been there, done that." Vegeta said before flying off to wherever he felt was far enough from that woman. Bulma's words just kept flying in his head. They stung. She went too far. So did he. Vegeta knew he shouldn't have told Bulma those things. He only half meant them but she was cut throat with him and he wanted the upper hand, even if it meant breaking Bulma's heart. Vegeta increased his speed, flying through the air, finding somewhere, anywhere to go.
Bulma slammed the patio door shut, barely making it in the house before she completely broke down, crying and shaking uncontrollably. She sat on the floor right by the door and cried into her knees. She heard her parents coming towards her but she couldn't stop herself if she tried.
"Bulma, what happened? I heard the patio door slam-" Mrs. Briefs said, coming around the corner. Her parents found Bulma in a heap of tears and hysterics. "Oh my! What's the matter dear?" Mrs. Briefs said, falling to the floor to grab Bulma into a hug. Dr. Briefs stood on the other side, talking softly, attempting to get Bulma calmed down while rubbing her back.
"What's going on, honey?" Dr. Briefs asked, still trying to get Bulma to calm down enough to talk. She shook her head, crying even harder. Her mother pulled her into an even tighter hug, rocking her slowly. After a few minutes, Bulma's sobs quieted down and her shaking had ceased. Her father handed her a glass of water and her mother helped her up to the couch.
"Now, dear, what is going on? You just haven't been yourself lately." Dr. Briefs inquired, waiting as Bulma drank some water to help with her dry throat from crying. Bulma sniffled, blowing her nose, preparing to tell them the truth.
"Mom, Dad…I'm, I'm pregnant." Bulma said, looking down in guilt.
"Oh well that's not bad. I mean you two are getting married." Mrs. Briefs said, attempting to reassure Bulma.
"No, the baby isn't Yamcha's."
Her parents took the news pretty well actually. They seemed too excited to have Vegeta as a part of the family. Bulma kept out a lot of the details of their fight to save face for Vegeta. She didn't understand why she was doing it, but she figured their affairs were just that: theirs. Well, she had told her parents, Vegeta, and now the hardest one, Yamcha was up. Bulma was dreading the day. She called him the night before, telling him to meet her at the café near her house. She didn't want to tell him in the house in fear of what would occur if Vegeta happened to show up during Yamcha's visit. Bulma picked a little table in the back of the café, where she ordered a simple caramel latte. Anything else she figured would make her already upset stomach worse. Bulma nervously played with the rim of her cup, wishing that she could have done this over the phone. The door of the café charmed, indicating someone was walking in. Bulma was afraid to look up in fear that if she watched Yamcha walk over to her she would burst at the seams. She felt him walking closer to her.
"Hey Babe!" Yamcha exclaimed. Bulma looked up, smiling meekly. Yamcha gathered her into a hug. "I didn't think you would ever fall out of that depressed mood." Yamcha said cheery, happy to see Bulma again.
"Yeah, me either." Bulma said, watching Yamcha sit down across from her. The waitress soon came by to get Yamcha's coffee order. She returned quickly with a simple coffee for him. Bulma watched out the window as people passed, going about their day. People who were smiling, looking in their phones, laughing, or determined to get to their destination. She didn't know their stories or the point of destination but she could imagine none of them were heading to break the one who loves them the most heart with the truth.
"So what's been going on?" Yamcha asked, sipping on his cup. "You sounded pretty sad on the phone." Bulma looked from the window to Yamcha. He didn't look worried or nervous. To him, this was just coffee with his fiancé. Just another day. Bulma looked back down at her own cup, breathing heavily.
"I just wanted to talk to you. Needed to get something off my chest." Bulma said, attempting to keep her voice calm. Yamcha listened to her, still sipping his coffee. Bulma took in a deep breath. It's now or never. "I…I haven't been completely honest with you. I was being selfish and wanted my cake and wanted to eat it as well. I knew what I should be doing but I went against those rational thoughts and now…everything is ruined." Bulma said, trying to gain the courage to blurt out 'I'm pregnant'.
"What are you talking about, Bulma? What's ruined?" Yamcha asked, concerned now that something was wrong with Bulma.
"Yamcha, I'm sorry." Bulma said, looking down as tears began to gather and her eyes started to swell and the slight burn of tears could be felt. "I'm so sorry. I tried to deceive you with lies just to keep you, but I was wrong…" Bulma bit her lip as she tried to push back her tears. "I'm…I'm pregnant." Bulma said, clenching her eyes closed. She listened for anything from Yamcha: a yell, a gasp, a yelp, the slam of his cup on the wooden table and then the floor, anything. But she heard nothing. Bulma lifted her head up a bit to see Yamcha just staring at her with disbelief.
"What? No, you can't be pregnant, we've never had sex-"
"I never said it was yours." Bulma said painfully. Yamcha gave her a long look before he looked out the window, bewildered. Bulma watched nervously as Yamcha put his cup down, placing his head in his hands.
"Who?" Yamcha said after a few long moments of silence. Bulma wasn't prepared to give that information up just yet. She figured that he would want to know but she was hoping the information would be shock enough to make him forget that part.
"Yamcha, I don't think that's-"
"Bulma!" Yamcha cut her off sharply. Bulma jumped a bit by the harshness in his voice. "Who are you pregnant by?" Yamcha repeated. He looked at her and Bulma almost didn't recognize his face. He was pissed and hurt. Yamcha looked at her a bit longer before nodding his head.
"Vegeta isn't it?" Yamcha asked, rubbing his temples with his left hand.
"…yes…" Bulma finally answered. Yamcha nodded his head again with anger. He laughed, still shaking his head.
"Hehe, Vegeta…Vegeta…Fucking. Vegeta!" Yamcha exclaimed. He slammed his fist into the table, cracking it, splitters of wood flying from the impact. Bulma jumped back in her chair to avoid the falling wood from landing on her stomach. Both of their coffees had been shattered on the ground beneath the table. Others in the shop turned their attention to the couple, looking on in shock as the noticed that the table was laying in split ruins. A few mutters and shocked gasps could be heard in through the silence. Yamcha bolted up and was out the door. Bulma looked on in pain, tears falling down her face at the explosion that just occurred. She quickly ran after Yamcha, running out before one of waitresses could stop her about the destroyed table. Bulma found Yamcha walking towards his car, taking almost giant steps. Bulma ran as fast as she could through the bustle of people passing on the sidewalk. Yamcha capsized his car, quickly shoving the capsule in his pocket before he started walking again. Bulma finally made her way to Yamcha, grabbing his arm.
"Yamcha, please wait!" Bulma protested, tears still falling down her face. Yamcha spun around on his heel, giving Bulma a deadly look.
"Wait for what? An explanation? Are you going to tell me that you slipped and fell on his dick? Or even better, you never expected this to happened? I don't want to hear what you have to say." Yamcha said, turning around to start walking again. Bulma ran in front of him, trying to stop him.
"Would you please just listen?"
"I don't want to hear what you have to say!" Yamcha exclaimed. "So that explains your little stunt the other night then, huh? Did you really think I was that stupid? That I wouldn't realize that 'our child' looks like Vegeta or has Saiyan abilities even though both parents are human?"
"No! I just wanted everything to go the way they are supposed to go. I'm supposed to be marrying you, having a family and being happy." Bulma cried. "You and I are supposed to be together!" Bulma exclaimed. Yamcha paced in his spot, trying to wrap his head around everything. "Yamcha, I'm so sorry." Bulma repeated defeated.
"I can't deal with you right now." Yamcha finally said. He turned down a nearby alley, followed quickly by Bulma.
"I want us to work but I had to tell you the truth." Bulma said, running behind Yamcha. He turned around looking at her. She could see his eyes were filled with pain and hurt. He looked as if he was ready to cry at any moment.
"I can't talk to you right now. And I don't want to try and make things work. You just told me some devastating news. And I just don't think I can do this." Yamcha said. He gave her one last glance before he took to the air, flying off towards the forest. Bulma stood in the alley, looking up at him until he was gone from her sight. She stood there, looking at the sky and the clouds. Dark clouds began to gather from the East, looking as if would rain. Bulma continued to look up, tears falling heavily from her eyes. She backed up against a wall, supporting her as she broke down crying. She was so tired of crying but she had nothing else that she could do. Her life was done. Everything she worked 10 long years to build was over within 5 minutes.
Finally, I had her tell Yamcha the truth. Sorry that Vegeta wasn't really involved in this chapter but I had to get Bulma's plan together. I thought it would be something she would do. She likes to manipulate people. Think back from Dragon Ball. Anyways, please review for me =) thank you.