WARNING:
I tried to keep this as PG rated as possible...
I will NOT help to corrupt young minds...that's for television to do!
Disclaimer:
Nickels and dimes,
yours and mine,
did you cash in all your dreams?
I don't own DBZ...simple to remember neh?
No time for review replies this chapter, for in just less than 1 hours it will be midnight and it will be my b'day...and I have to be asleep by then...*sigh*.
I know by the time most of you will read this it will be my b'day, April 14th,
I live in Australia...so we are one day ahead...but whatever...expect the last chapter AND epilogue out tomorrow as my birthday gift to you guys!
2 whole chapters. so...make sure you all review, that would be a great birthday gift!
Oh and when you see an *** before a sentence later on in the chapter, be aware that, I have actually had that happen to me...
If you wanna hear a summery of that incident, you can hear it after the end of this chapter.
And um...don't judge me because of it...lol...
Once again, thanks to vegetasprincess for her beta'ing.
~ The truth is?
It had been several weeks since 'Vegeta's minor accident' as Bulma had called it, as a cover up.
Since then Bulma had, if it was possible, become even closer to Yamcha.
Yet, both Bulma and Vegeta knew something had happened between them that night, a connection had been made, something deeper and more significant than they ever had before.
It was a simple feeling, and yet it was mutual, but it left them unsure of each other, yet on the outside it looked as if nothing had ever changed.
But the change was there none the less, and for once, they acknowledged the other for what they truly were.
Members of the opposite sex.
They still shared the same bed, still ate their meals together while they talked about the days events, and they still stood by each other like partners in crime.
But Vegeta had given Bulma more personal space, and she had stopped defying him.
It was strange, and while it would have usually been welcomed, they found themselves wanting things to go back to the way things were.
Bulma with her no privacy what so ever, and Vegeta with no respect.
Just so things would seem normal.
Everyone around them seemed not to notice the change, but they could see something different in Vegeta, he seemed a little more lenient, a little less kill first, ask later.
Several third classes had been 'sparred' during his training sessions over the last few weeks, the 'survivious' had more than happy to comply with the 'no speaking a word of this, to anyone' exception.
And they had agreed, hastily.
Although, that whole not mentioning thing, seemed to not apply to himself, bragging to Bulma about 'how many lives he had sparred'.
It may leave one to wonder, was it all a ploy to make the spirited little girl happy?
If it was, it worked.
Kakkorot who had seen such an event several times had been upfront and asked Vegeta in privacy, if he really was attempting to flirt with Bulma.
And to inform him that if he was, it was a terrible attempt at that.
For Bulma had been no more than happy, and after a cheer of happiness, she had to eventually leave to do things, like hang out with Yamcha.
But for a few moments, she had stopped and spent more time with Vegeta.
And although he wouldn't admit it, he liked it that way.
But today, was just another day like every other day of the past several weeks,
Bulma awoke sometimes around...um...let's just say sometime before noon.
Where she ate something for...breakfast? Lunch? Brunch?
Okay, let's skip the specifics, for Bulma once the little things were done, she forgot about them, maybe that was how she had so much room in her head for other facts.
Ah ha...there is the secret to being a genius!
Anyway...
After the usual morning routine, Bulma had gone to Brolly's apartment where she went to visit Yamcha.
But as she went to knock on the door, she heard the sound of hushed voices, or maybe they were muffled through the door, either way Bulma had to listen carefully to hear what they were saying...
No...Bulma was not a snoop...no, no, no...okay...so, maybe...just a little.
BUT, she might have NOT listened in, IF they hadn't been repeating her name every over second...
"Just back off...he probably only has a couple more years with her anyway!" came Brolly's voice through the door in a loud outburst of rage, it wasn't that loud, but enough to show it had been, had it not been for the door muffling the conversation.
"But what if I don't want to wait that long, hmmm?!" Came Yamcha's reply with an equal amount of rage to his tone as his master had used.
Bulma had been quite shocked to hear him talk like that...but then again, it must have been the influence of living with Saiyajins...
"Vegeta only has a couple more years until he starts looking for mate...he'll need one eventually, and then...I'm sad to say, Bulma will or more or less be kicked to the curb."
Came the honest to goodness reply from Brolly who punched a hole in the wall to express his opinion on such a matter.
Bulma who had her ear pressed to the door, nearly cried out in shock, but managed to cover her mouth to prevent herself from being discovered.
She couldn't believe this...why hadn't she thought of this herself?
"What?!" Yamcha hissed, angered that Bulma would be dismissed so easily by anyone.
And while he disliked Vegeta with a passion, he didn't believe Vegeta would be one to let her go like that.
"Yeah...the poor fool himself, doesn't even realize it...I just hope Bulma isn't hurt when he finally does..." Brolly plopped onto the couch with a sigh, remembering back to the first time he himself realized the truth about Bulma's situation.
"The king would want the best for her, but nothing would be the same...nothing." Brolly winced at his own grim reminder, not liking the way it sounded being actually said, it sounded bad enough when it was thought.
'Nothing?' Bulma repeated in her mind, backing away from the door slowly as if it was some disease, before she proceeded to run back to her room....
NO.
It wasn't her room...it was the princes' room...she was just staying there...
She started to cry, for Bulma could not even want to begin thinking about what would happen if Vegeta ever took a mate, for simply, their would be no room for her in his life anymore.
Let's face it, what woman wants to share her man with another woman?
None.
Any man would be deluding himself if he thought otherwise.
And Bulma knew this fact all too well, although she had forever been planning to get her own mate, it had been nothing more than a dream, and unlike Vegeta she did not need to eventually have a heir to carry on after his death.
There was no rush, but it was going to happen one day or another, and Bulma would have to go.
Knowing Vegeta, she knew she wouldn't be released after he took a mate, maybe he'd keep her on as just a simple slave, but she would no longer sleep in his room and most definitely not HIS bed...
No. THEIR bed...
Vegeta's and his mate.
Vegeta's mate would most likely blast Bulma into the next dimension for having the audacity to be so near to her mate, while Bulma could sympathize with a woman being in that situation, she didn't want to die!
Maybe...If she let Yamcha take her on as his mate, or wife, which ever way they choose to do such a custom, then Brolly would let her life with him...
But...no ...it wouldn't be the same...no Vegeta...
What if...nah...that's too silly to even think of...
Kakkorot or Raditz...
It would be similar to the way things were now, only the same problem, no Vegeta.
Not to mention, Kakkorot was like the little brother she never had, and well, Radditz was...well.. Raditz.
Let's face it; nothing looked well without Vegeta being in the picture.
She knew deep down that Yamcha would always be a substitute companion for her; Radditz would support her through anything, the King would still treat her like a daughter and put up with her, and Bardock would still giver her lessons.
Not forgetting Kakkorot and Brolly would always been the same friends they'd always been.
But in retrospective, life seemed purely inadequate without Vegeta's presence, no matter how much the other men in her life would be there for her.
But what could she do?!
"WHAT?!" she cried out loud, as she raced back to the princes' quarters.
***Earning herself even stranger looks then usual, and that was saying a lot considering there was an incident that involved being half naked
(as did most of Bulma's adventures when they involved Raditz and co.), in nothing but her underwear, her arms covering her bare chest, and being covered from head to toe in mud....
As the castle inhabitants pretended to not notice another one of the princes' pet's strange antics,
Bulma picked up her speed and ran the rest of the way to the room, promptly slamming the door behind herself in frustration.
A many a poor Saiyajin bystanders ears rang for days after her screech and door slam that accompanied it.
As the sound of both loud noises faded out, Bulma slumped against the door as she sniffed pathetically, wiping her red, teary eyes with her forearm trying to clear her vision and rid any evidence of her ever crying in the first place.
It was not faring well to say the least, the harder she rubbed, the redder her eyes seemed to become, making it more and more obvious that she had been crying.
"Stupid...tears" she laughed sadly as she realized the irony in the situation, the harder she tried to rid her tears, the harder it became to make it look like they had never been there.
At least Vegeta wasn't there, Bulma would hate to have to explain why she was crying - Bulma never cried.
And to be honest, she didn't want Vegeta to know about this.
As Brolly had said, 'not even he knows' as he referred to Vegeta's knowledge about this situation, and Bulma didn't want to tell him...
What he didn't know can't hurt him...right? right! RIGHT?!
Unfortunately, denial only works for so long, sometimes it doesn't even work in the first place.
And this time, denying the truth about Vegeta, just didn't sound right.
Usually, Bulma wouldn't have to deal with denial, usually she didn't even know about any current problems.
When Vegeta would tell her things like 'war threats to planet Vegeta', Bulma never heard him in the first place, she more often than not just ignored him from the start of the conversation, adding a few 'yeah', 'uh huh' and 'really?' every now and then, to show that 'she was listening'.
Although, Vegeta had caught onto the act a few years before, when Bulma had gotten sloppy...or maybe Vegeta just started actually paying attention on his part...
*FLASH BACK*
"Is that so?" Bulma stated more than asked, too preoccupied with acquiring warmth in her cold, lifeless digits, than to actually care what she had replied to.
Vegeta just turned and looked down at the girl whose mind was busy watching her own hands rub together to have probably not even heard his statement.
"Yes, and Nappa just won the miss universe contest...they say his intelligent was the winning factor..." he stated seriously, luckily keeping a straight face watching her out of the corner of his eyes as he pretended to read, as she started to rub her hands together faster, trying to cause more friction.
"Really?" she asked raising an eyebrow, which came naturally with any of Vegeta's sentences.
"Well...I'm sure YOU tried your best..." she replied not even realizing what Vegeta had said, for then she would have been shocked to say the least, maybe even laughing, if she figured out that it was just a joke to check if the girl was paying him attention...obviously not...
Vegeta couldn't help it, he laughed.
She must have tuned him out after a while, still thinking Vegeta was talking on the same topic.
Bulma looked up at him confused as she heard the laughter; it may have been her job as a pet to listen to his worries, but who said she actually had to pay attention to what he said?
Bulma certainly wasn't, in a strange way she felt that her fingers falling off due to the overwhelming cold, was a lot more important that whatever nonsense that Vegeta was rambling on about...but then again that may have just been her...
*END FLASHBACK*
Ha, ha ...yeah...um...at least he had only been talking about political matters with Namek, for if it had been more serious...
Well not even starting to think about what chaos her pre recorded sounding opinion might have caused.
'My opinion always causes chaos...' Bulma thought with a sigh, before nearly jumping out of her skin as the door behind her vibrated with a knock.
"Ahhhh!...I mean....ahhh...who is it?" Bulma asked as she shifted a nervous glance towards the door, rubbing her eyes in vain as she hoped their was no lingering moisture present on her flushed cheeks, hopefully nor was her eyes red and swollen.
Not only was it an unattractive look, but it did not help her cause to hide the secrets she heard from within Brolly's quarters.
"Yamcha" came the short, whispered reply from the young man from the other side of the door.
Yamcha took a quick step back away from the door as he looked around to make sure that if Vegeta was to emerge from the room, or to catch him out in the hallway, he didn't look too guilty.
Especially since Vegeta had it in for him, why he couldn't be sure, but Yamcha surmised that it was because he had an infatuation on Bulma, and Vegeta may have been able to sense it.
"Yamcha?" Bulma asked for confirmation, as if she didn't even recognize the name.
When a mummer of agreement came from the other side of the door, Bulma suddenly felt inclined to smile.
There was nothing that helped to get rid of your worries better than the company of a good...friend.
While she would feel whole lot better if such problems were to just disappear entirely...it was quite unlikely
So, one can only cope how they can.
"Just...ah...just hang on..." Bulma requested as she scrambled to her feet so she could open the door, but not before running her fingers through her hair as she tried to make her self presentable...okay...so she was desperate to return to her typical naturally, beautiful self.
And so with at least some self-respect regained, she promptly opened the door, adding a cheesy hallmark moment smile to complete the
'Im-trying-to-fool-you-with-this-completely-fake-act-where-i-appear-to-be-fine' ploy.
"Uh...hi?" Yamcha said, not knowing what excuse he could use for visiting her, over the span during which he had been here, he had used every excuse from 'just came over to say hi' to 'I think I left my uh...shoes here...yeah my shoes' when explaining his sudden, not completely explained visits.
And from the latter, it was easy to see it started to get ridiculous, especially seeming as the boy didn't even wear shoes.
Bulma knew his excuses were as fake as her current smile, which looked like it had come straight out of a toothpaste commercial.
"Hi Yamcha" Bulma moved to the side so he could pass her, he made his way to her bed while she clipped the door closed silently, for that much needed privacy.
Yamcha sat down on the pillows, noting as they bowed with his weight, as he wrung his wrists in his lap.
After Bulma was assured that the door was securely clicked shut, she took a cautious glance over at Yamcha who appeared to be affected from the morning events, for the way he seemed to be uncertain about his presence around Bulma on this particular occasion.
"So...Yamcha..." she started, making her way over to the pillows and sat down on them with a noticeable "plop".
"I think...I just needed to..." he started several sentences out loud, and a million more in his head, but none expressed what he wanted to say, but as he took a look into Bulma's eyes, he knew exactly what to say.
"You know...don't you?" he inquired quietly with a hint of regret behind his words, the wringing of his wrists only increased with this discovery.
The sentence may have been said with a lack of detail, leaving it open to a varied of meanings, but both knew what Yamcha was referring to.
Sighing in exasperation as she threw herself back onto the pillows, she replied with a chocked "Yup".
"Oh." he muttered as her suddenly found his hands very interesting, not taking his eyes off them, before after a minute of silence he looked up, and asked just above a whisper...
"Escape with me..." with a whimsical tone, the hope for her acceptance more than evident in his voice.
Bulma sat up and looked him square in the eye, wondering if he was serious...
"What?" she whispered back, wondering if what she was hearing was true, her eyes questioning him for an explanation he had yet to give.
Her tone low as if afraid of someone hearing the conversation.
Yamcha sensed this, and of her uncertainty and so, tried again.
"Escape with me" he repeated again, leaning in close to her face, this time more serious than before.
Bulma almost cried from such a heat felt plea, there was no way she could turn him down.
Besides, what was she being left to?
Pinning to be with her prince once he moves on, never to be able to share the relationship you once had, and still needed?
NO!
Besides, more than likely his mate would NOT allow her to be so close to Vegeta...
She may never see him again!!
So with little thought of all the details, she gave Yamcha her answer.
"Umm...o...kay...." she replied hesitantly, as she wondered just what was she getting herself into.
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***
Yes, I was half naked...but let's not think about how that happened...other than I was deceived...shall we?
Anyway, I got into a mud fight down in a creek with my brother and his friend and it was two against one...
Sufficient to say, I ended up walking home half naked as my brother's friend's new neighbours, whistled and cat called through the fence, at me... Isn't that just creepy?!
I tried to keep this as PG rated as possible...
I will NOT help to corrupt young minds...that's for television to do!
Disclaimer:
Nickels and dimes,
yours and mine,
did you cash in all your dreams?
I don't own DBZ...simple to remember neh?
No time for review replies this chapter, for in just less than 1 hours it will be midnight and it will be my b'day...and I have to be asleep by then...*sigh*.
I know by the time most of you will read this it will be my b'day, April 14th,
I live in Australia...so we are one day ahead...but whatever...expect the last chapter AND epilogue out tomorrow as my birthday gift to you guys!
2 whole chapters. so...make sure you all review, that would be a great birthday gift!
Oh and when you see an *** before a sentence later on in the chapter, be aware that, I have actually had that happen to me...
If you wanna hear a summery of that incident, you can hear it after the end of this chapter.
And um...don't judge me because of it...lol...
Once again, thanks to vegetasprincess for her beta'ing.
~ The truth is?
It had been several weeks since 'Vegeta's minor accident' as Bulma had called it, as a cover up.
Since then Bulma had, if it was possible, become even closer to Yamcha.
Yet, both Bulma and Vegeta knew something had happened between them that night, a connection had been made, something deeper and more significant than they ever had before.
It was a simple feeling, and yet it was mutual, but it left them unsure of each other, yet on the outside it looked as if nothing had ever changed.
But the change was there none the less, and for once, they acknowledged the other for what they truly were.
Members of the opposite sex.
They still shared the same bed, still ate their meals together while they talked about the days events, and they still stood by each other like partners in crime.
But Vegeta had given Bulma more personal space, and she had stopped defying him.
It was strange, and while it would have usually been welcomed, they found themselves wanting things to go back to the way things were.
Bulma with her no privacy what so ever, and Vegeta with no respect.
Just so things would seem normal.
Everyone around them seemed not to notice the change, but they could see something different in Vegeta, he seemed a little more lenient, a little less kill first, ask later.
Several third classes had been 'sparred' during his training sessions over the last few weeks, the 'survivious' had more than happy to comply with the 'no speaking a word of this, to anyone' exception.
And they had agreed, hastily.
Although, that whole not mentioning thing, seemed to not apply to himself, bragging to Bulma about 'how many lives he had sparred'.
It may leave one to wonder, was it all a ploy to make the spirited little girl happy?
If it was, it worked.
Kakkorot who had seen such an event several times had been upfront and asked Vegeta in privacy, if he really was attempting to flirt with Bulma.
And to inform him that if he was, it was a terrible attempt at that.
For Bulma had been no more than happy, and after a cheer of happiness, she had to eventually leave to do things, like hang out with Yamcha.
But for a few moments, she had stopped and spent more time with Vegeta.
And although he wouldn't admit it, he liked it that way.
But today, was just another day like every other day of the past several weeks,
Bulma awoke sometimes around...um...let's just say sometime before noon.
Where she ate something for...breakfast? Lunch? Brunch?
Okay, let's skip the specifics, for Bulma once the little things were done, she forgot about them, maybe that was how she had so much room in her head for other facts.
Ah ha...there is the secret to being a genius!
Anyway...
After the usual morning routine, Bulma had gone to Brolly's apartment where she went to visit Yamcha.
But as she went to knock on the door, she heard the sound of hushed voices, or maybe they were muffled through the door, either way Bulma had to listen carefully to hear what they were saying...
No...Bulma was not a snoop...no, no, no...okay...so, maybe...just a little.
BUT, she might have NOT listened in, IF they hadn't been repeating her name every over second...
"Just back off...he probably only has a couple more years with her anyway!" came Brolly's voice through the door in a loud outburst of rage, it wasn't that loud, but enough to show it had been, had it not been for the door muffling the conversation.
"But what if I don't want to wait that long, hmmm?!" Came Yamcha's reply with an equal amount of rage to his tone as his master had used.
Bulma had been quite shocked to hear him talk like that...but then again, it must have been the influence of living with Saiyajins...
"Vegeta only has a couple more years until he starts looking for mate...he'll need one eventually, and then...I'm sad to say, Bulma will or more or less be kicked to the curb."
Came the honest to goodness reply from Brolly who punched a hole in the wall to express his opinion on such a matter.
Bulma who had her ear pressed to the door, nearly cried out in shock, but managed to cover her mouth to prevent herself from being discovered.
She couldn't believe this...why hadn't she thought of this herself?
"What?!" Yamcha hissed, angered that Bulma would be dismissed so easily by anyone.
And while he disliked Vegeta with a passion, he didn't believe Vegeta would be one to let her go like that.
"Yeah...the poor fool himself, doesn't even realize it...I just hope Bulma isn't hurt when he finally does..." Brolly plopped onto the couch with a sigh, remembering back to the first time he himself realized the truth about Bulma's situation.
"The king would want the best for her, but nothing would be the same...nothing." Brolly winced at his own grim reminder, not liking the way it sounded being actually said, it sounded bad enough when it was thought.
'Nothing?' Bulma repeated in her mind, backing away from the door slowly as if it was some disease, before she proceeded to run back to her room....
NO.
It wasn't her room...it was the princes' room...she was just staying there...
She started to cry, for Bulma could not even want to begin thinking about what would happen if Vegeta ever took a mate, for simply, their would be no room for her in his life anymore.
Let's face it, what woman wants to share her man with another woman?
None.
Any man would be deluding himself if he thought otherwise.
And Bulma knew this fact all too well, although she had forever been planning to get her own mate, it had been nothing more than a dream, and unlike Vegeta she did not need to eventually have a heir to carry on after his death.
There was no rush, but it was going to happen one day or another, and Bulma would have to go.
Knowing Vegeta, she knew she wouldn't be released after he took a mate, maybe he'd keep her on as just a simple slave, but she would no longer sleep in his room and most definitely not HIS bed...
No. THEIR bed...
Vegeta's and his mate.
Vegeta's mate would most likely blast Bulma into the next dimension for having the audacity to be so near to her mate, while Bulma could sympathize with a woman being in that situation, she didn't want to die!
Maybe...If she let Yamcha take her on as his mate, or wife, which ever way they choose to do such a custom, then Brolly would let her life with him...
But...no ...it wouldn't be the same...no Vegeta...
What if...nah...that's too silly to even think of...
Kakkorot or Raditz...
It would be similar to the way things were now, only the same problem, no Vegeta.
Not to mention, Kakkorot was like the little brother she never had, and well, Radditz was...well.. Raditz.
Let's face it; nothing looked well without Vegeta being in the picture.
She knew deep down that Yamcha would always be a substitute companion for her; Radditz would support her through anything, the King would still treat her like a daughter and put up with her, and Bardock would still giver her lessons.
Not forgetting Kakkorot and Brolly would always been the same friends they'd always been.
But in retrospective, life seemed purely inadequate without Vegeta's presence, no matter how much the other men in her life would be there for her.
But what could she do?!
"WHAT?!" she cried out loud, as she raced back to the princes' quarters.
***Earning herself even stranger looks then usual, and that was saying a lot considering there was an incident that involved being half naked
(as did most of Bulma's adventures when they involved Raditz and co.), in nothing but her underwear, her arms covering her bare chest, and being covered from head to toe in mud....
As the castle inhabitants pretended to not notice another one of the princes' pet's strange antics,
Bulma picked up her speed and ran the rest of the way to the room, promptly slamming the door behind herself in frustration.
A many a poor Saiyajin bystanders ears rang for days after her screech and door slam that accompanied it.
As the sound of both loud noises faded out, Bulma slumped against the door as she sniffed pathetically, wiping her red, teary eyes with her forearm trying to clear her vision and rid any evidence of her ever crying in the first place.
It was not faring well to say the least, the harder she rubbed, the redder her eyes seemed to become, making it more and more obvious that she had been crying.
"Stupid...tears" she laughed sadly as she realized the irony in the situation, the harder she tried to rid her tears, the harder it became to make it look like they had never been there.
At least Vegeta wasn't there, Bulma would hate to have to explain why she was crying - Bulma never cried.
And to be honest, she didn't want Vegeta to know about this.
As Brolly had said, 'not even he knows' as he referred to Vegeta's knowledge about this situation, and Bulma didn't want to tell him...
What he didn't know can't hurt him...right? right! RIGHT?!
Unfortunately, denial only works for so long, sometimes it doesn't even work in the first place.
And this time, denying the truth about Vegeta, just didn't sound right.
Usually, Bulma wouldn't have to deal with denial, usually she didn't even know about any current problems.
When Vegeta would tell her things like 'war threats to planet Vegeta', Bulma never heard him in the first place, she more often than not just ignored him from the start of the conversation, adding a few 'yeah', 'uh huh' and 'really?' every now and then, to show that 'she was listening'.
Although, Vegeta had caught onto the act a few years before, when Bulma had gotten sloppy...or maybe Vegeta just started actually paying attention on his part...
*FLASH BACK*
"Is that so?" Bulma stated more than asked, too preoccupied with acquiring warmth in her cold, lifeless digits, than to actually care what she had replied to.
Vegeta just turned and looked down at the girl whose mind was busy watching her own hands rub together to have probably not even heard his statement.
"Yes, and Nappa just won the miss universe contest...they say his intelligent was the winning factor..." he stated seriously, luckily keeping a straight face watching her out of the corner of his eyes as he pretended to read, as she started to rub her hands together faster, trying to cause more friction.
"Really?" she asked raising an eyebrow, which came naturally with any of Vegeta's sentences.
"Well...I'm sure YOU tried your best..." she replied not even realizing what Vegeta had said, for then she would have been shocked to say the least, maybe even laughing, if she figured out that it was just a joke to check if the girl was paying him attention...obviously not...
Vegeta couldn't help it, he laughed.
She must have tuned him out after a while, still thinking Vegeta was talking on the same topic.
Bulma looked up at him confused as she heard the laughter; it may have been her job as a pet to listen to his worries, but who said she actually had to pay attention to what he said?
Bulma certainly wasn't, in a strange way she felt that her fingers falling off due to the overwhelming cold, was a lot more important that whatever nonsense that Vegeta was rambling on about...but then again that may have just been her...
*END FLASHBACK*
Ha, ha ...yeah...um...at least he had only been talking about political matters with Namek, for if it had been more serious...
Well not even starting to think about what chaos her pre recorded sounding opinion might have caused.
'My opinion always causes chaos...' Bulma thought with a sigh, before nearly jumping out of her skin as the door behind her vibrated with a knock.
"Ahhhh!...I mean....ahhh...who is it?" Bulma asked as she shifted a nervous glance towards the door, rubbing her eyes in vain as she hoped their was no lingering moisture present on her flushed cheeks, hopefully nor was her eyes red and swollen.
Not only was it an unattractive look, but it did not help her cause to hide the secrets she heard from within Brolly's quarters.
"Yamcha" came the short, whispered reply from the young man from the other side of the door.
Yamcha took a quick step back away from the door as he looked around to make sure that if Vegeta was to emerge from the room, or to catch him out in the hallway, he didn't look too guilty.
Especially since Vegeta had it in for him, why he couldn't be sure, but Yamcha surmised that it was because he had an infatuation on Bulma, and Vegeta may have been able to sense it.
"Yamcha?" Bulma asked for confirmation, as if she didn't even recognize the name.
When a mummer of agreement came from the other side of the door, Bulma suddenly felt inclined to smile.
There was nothing that helped to get rid of your worries better than the company of a good...friend.
While she would feel whole lot better if such problems were to just disappear entirely...it was quite unlikely
So, one can only cope how they can.
"Just...ah...just hang on..." Bulma requested as she scrambled to her feet so she could open the door, but not before running her fingers through her hair as she tried to make her self presentable...okay...so she was desperate to return to her typical naturally, beautiful self.
And so with at least some self-respect regained, she promptly opened the door, adding a cheesy hallmark moment smile to complete the
'Im-trying-to-fool-you-with-this-completely-fake-act-where-i-appear-to-be-fine' ploy.
"Uh...hi?" Yamcha said, not knowing what excuse he could use for visiting her, over the span during which he had been here, he had used every excuse from 'just came over to say hi' to 'I think I left my uh...shoes here...yeah my shoes' when explaining his sudden, not completely explained visits.
And from the latter, it was easy to see it started to get ridiculous, especially seeming as the boy didn't even wear shoes.
Bulma knew his excuses were as fake as her current smile, which looked like it had come straight out of a toothpaste commercial.
"Hi Yamcha" Bulma moved to the side so he could pass her, he made his way to her bed while she clipped the door closed silently, for that much needed privacy.
Yamcha sat down on the pillows, noting as they bowed with his weight, as he wrung his wrists in his lap.
After Bulma was assured that the door was securely clicked shut, she took a cautious glance over at Yamcha who appeared to be affected from the morning events, for the way he seemed to be uncertain about his presence around Bulma on this particular occasion.
"So...Yamcha..." she started, making her way over to the pillows and sat down on them with a noticeable "plop".
"I think...I just needed to..." he started several sentences out loud, and a million more in his head, but none expressed what he wanted to say, but as he took a look into Bulma's eyes, he knew exactly what to say.
"You know...don't you?" he inquired quietly with a hint of regret behind his words, the wringing of his wrists only increased with this discovery.
The sentence may have been said with a lack of detail, leaving it open to a varied of meanings, but both knew what Yamcha was referring to.
Sighing in exasperation as she threw herself back onto the pillows, she replied with a chocked "Yup".
"Oh." he muttered as her suddenly found his hands very interesting, not taking his eyes off them, before after a minute of silence he looked up, and asked just above a whisper...
"Escape with me..." with a whimsical tone, the hope for her acceptance more than evident in his voice.
Bulma sat up and looked him square in the eye, wondering if he was serious...
"What?" she whispered back, wondering if what she was hearing was true, her eyes questioning him for an explanation he had yet to give.
Her tone low as if afraid of someone hearing the conversation.
Yamcha sensed this, and of her uncertainty and so, tried again.
"Escape with me" he repeated again, leaning in close to her face, this time more serious than before.
Bulma almost cried from such a heat felt plea, there was no way she could turn him down.
Besides, what was she being left to?
Pinning to be with her prince once he moves on, never to be able to share the relationship you once had, and still needed?
NO!
Besides, more than likely his mate would NOT allow her to be so close to Vegeta...
She may never see him again!!
So with little thought of all the details, she gave Yamcha her answer.
"Umm...o...kay...." she replied hesitantly, as she wondered just what was she getting herself into.
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Yes, I was half naked...but let's not think about how that happened...other than I was deceived...shall we?
Anyway, I got into a mud fight down in a creek with my brother and his friend and it was two against one...
Sufficient to say, I ended up walking home half naked as my brother's friend's new neighbours, whistled and cat called through the fence, at me... Isn't that just creepy?!