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Chapter 11
The faded sound of the TV awoke Yamcha from his deep slumber. "Shit… I fell asleep on the couch again…" He sighed to himself. But falling asleep on the couch was the least of his problems. He looked and smelt like road kill. And so did his apartment. Yamcha had been a total wreck ever since he had left Bulma's that night. He hadn't shaved or showered in weeks. In fact he had hardly left the couch except to answer the door for the Chinese delivery man each night. Bulma, the love of his life, was having a baby… that wasn't his. She had made that painfully clear by insulting him and pointing at the real father- the fucking prince of all Saiyans! He couldn't even comprehend Bulma giving herself to someone else, much less Vegeta! He had cried for hours because this time it was really over- because he had blew it with the love of his life. There would be no make-up sex this time, no more dates, no more special smiles, her blue eyes would never shimmer for him like they used to… no that all belonged to an arrogant jerk who probably didn't even realize what he had! He could feel the now-familiar hot liquid gracing the rims of his bloodshot eyes. "Bulma how could you?"
Hadn't they been the best of friends? Had he really not known her in the slightest after all these years? What had gone wrong? They deserved each other! They were meant for each other! Weren't they?
May be they had been in that dessert long ago, when all they had known was each other. But when a greater selection came into play they had grown apart- did that mean they had always been wrong for each other? "Well it's the same with Vegeta! Bulma is the only one he knows! Once he gets to know other women I'm sure he will do the same!" But Yamcha knew this wasn't true- he couldn't lie to himself anymore. Vegeta did not let people get close to him- he wasn't looking for companions. So the fact that Bulma had breeched his wall in any way was a huge accomplishment that probably no other girl on earth or in this universe could do. And Yamcha knew from first hand, that Vegeta was probably the only man that could handle Bulma's sharp wit and temper. The tears fell freely and the knot in his stomach tightened as he realized that it hadn't been he and Bulma who deserved each other- but Bulma and the Prince.
The only way he could be in her life now was by being her friend. Like Vegeta he was appalled at the new status life had given him.
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The wedding was only a few weeks away. Bulma insisted on it happening as soon as possible because she refused to be a "Fat Bride!" She, Mrs. Briefs, and the wedding planner had become quite close after spending so much time together over the past few weeks. Now the only thing left were the rings…
"Vegeta you have to have a wedding ring if you are married!" Bulma shouted at the Prince, who had thrown a proper tantrum upon hearing about the earthling tradition.
"Woman it will interfere with my fighting!"
Bulma rolled her eyes, "It is just a little ring! I'm sure it can't make that much of a difference!"
Vegeta crossed his arms smugly, "That is because you are just a weak little girl who knows nothing about fighting! Do you think those blasts that come out of my hand is at room temperature? Well they aren't, fool! The metal would melt immediately against my skin- are you trying to injure me?"
Bulma threw her hands up in the air and screeched incoherently. Vegeta merely chuckled at how riled up she got over this silly wedding. "YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Well now that you finally realized that, I am going back to train," the Saiyan uttered smoothly.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Bulma grabbed his blue training suit, "We aren't finished here, Vegeta!"
"Woman I am not going to wear it!" Vegeta stated firmly.
Bulma looked up at him for a second. Suddenly her lip began to protrude and quiver. Her aqua orbs shimmered with wetness. "Fuck! Don't you do it! Bitch, don't you dare cry!" Vegeta clenched his fists, knowing that the woman was going to throw a fit that would make a spoiled 5 year old gawk in disbelief.
The tears burst from her eyes like lava from Vesuvius accompanied by a sound that would have made harpies cringe. For the first time Vegeta cursed his Saiyan hearing, which was keener than most creatures. He could feel his ear drums vibrate uncontrollably and thought they would burst at any moment. "ALRIGHT! I'LL GET A GODDAMN RING JUST SHUT UP!"
Bulma stopped immediately and flashed a terrifyingly sweet smile. "Pregnant Women… I'd rather deal with Frieza!"
"But I'm not going to wear it!" He snapped at her skipping figure.
"That's fine, just as long as you have one!" She chirped.
Vegeta stood dumbfounded. If it didn't matter whether he wore it or not then why did he have to have one! "Women are so bizarre and illogical!"
Bulma hummed as she headed towards the backdoor. She loved shopping with a fiery passion, and jewelry shopping was her absolute favorite. As she opened the door she jumped back at the figure that greeted her, "YAMCHA?"
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Vegeta was halfway to the gravity room when he heard that cursed name, "Son-of-a-bitch!" He took off like lightening to greet his unwelcome guest.
Both Bulma and the Saiyan Prince were shocked at the man's appearance. His hair was long like it had been when he and Bulma had first met. He had shaved and showered but his eyes were still crimson red and he just looked horrible. They were also surprised that he did not even show the slightest glint of fear when Vegeta flew into the room glowing with rage. "I told you never to come back here, worm!" The Prince growled.
"I'm not here to fight Vegeta," Yamcha mumbled sullenly. Bulma's eyebrows wrinkled with guilt and pity for her former lover and best friend. She had never seen him so depressed and broken.
Vegeta cackled, "HA! Listen here boy; no fighting would occur between you and me: there would just be slaughter with you on the receiving end!"
Yamcha looked up at him in utter defeat, "I know that." Bulma gasped at his response. Yamcha turned to her with tear filled eyes, "I have come to realize that we were never meant for each other Bulma- that you had always needed someone stronger and more intelligent. I didn't want to admit it at first because I love you. Even though I cheated on you and lied, I still loved you. And that is why I came here today…"
At this point Vegeta wrapped his arm possessively around his woman, "If you think that you can take away my woman you are dead wrong!"
"Don't worry, Vegeta, I'm not here to try to win Bulma back. I know that it would be a useless pursuit," Yamcha confessed.
Bulma felt horrible for making hurting him so deeply but knew that what he said was true. She would never leave Vegeta- not for Yamcha or anyone.
"In fact I came here for quite the opposite purpose. I wanted to tell you that you can be free of me, Bulma. I know you already are but now you can know that I have come to terms with that. And I just hope that we can still be friends- like we should have been all these years," He choked out, unable to even look her in the eye.
Vegeta snorted in disgust at the man's weakness. No real warrior would ever be as sentimental as this scum!
"Of course, Yamcha…" Bulma whispered sincerely. She waited for Vegeta to get angry at her but it never happened. The Prince knew that Yamcha was no longer a threat. If he could spill his heart and the emotional woman not even flinch in regret then the scarred man was no competition for him.
A tiny bit of life returned to Yamcha's dark eyes and he strained a grin, "Thank you, Bulma," He then turned to possessive warrior, "I leave her to you, Vegeta. I don't think you truly understand or appreciate the treasure you have just acquired but I hope that one day you will and you will make her happy as I could not."
Vegeta grunted and narrowed his eyes at the pathetic earthling. The blue haired woman in his arms was taken back by Yamcha's words and hoped for the same thing, "And that he will make his child happy too."
With that Yamcha turned to leave. Before he could get inside of his car he heard her call his name, "Yamcha! Wait!" His heart tightened with hope and he turned to face that gorgeous blue abyss. "Drive careful okay? And don't be a stranger, lunk-head!" She patted him on the back and smiled.
He smiled sadly and nodded then jumped in the car and drove away, wiping the tears from his pale cheeks.
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Bulma stood there for a moment until his car finally disappeared from her sight. "Good-bye Yamcha…"
"Woman?" Vegeta called after her with no emotion.
Bulma smiled and looked up to the stars, "It's really beautiful tonight, isn't it Vegeta?"
Vegeta walked towards her slowly and glanced up at the twinkling darkness. He stared at her intently, trying to figure out what was going through that pretty head of hers. Bulma finally looked away from the stares and into the Prince's obsidian eyes. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him. The Prince stiffened instinctively. They had made love many times and she had hugged him before but this was embrace was completely devoid of lust. All it contained was unconditional love. He did not respond but he did not pull away and that gave Bulma all the hope in the world.
Author's Note: I hope that satisfies the Yamcha people out there. This is my opinion about how things went. Something must have happened because Vegeta does not act jealously towards him after he and Bulma have Trunks and by the Buu Saga things seem to be totally fine between Yamcha and Bulma. He still seems a little better when Gohan, Goku, and Krillin see baby Trunks for the first time but that is understandable- especially since that ask if it is his kid! Ouch! Also the difference between the anime Vegeta and the Manga Vegeta is that he is just slightly a little weirder in the Anime I guess would be the word? But not in a bad way… I grew up watching the anime and then I read the manga so I am kind of partial. Anyways hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please Review! Next one will be up tomorrow and it is the wedding!
