This chap should be really interesting. Lots of surprises. For those who've been wondering how Bulma's gonna fall for Vegita when Yamcha's being a real sweet heart, the answer's here! Anyway, I don't wanna give too much away and spoil everything. So just read on….

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Chapter 14

"..and then a left turn right here", she directed.

"This is it?" asked Yamcha as they stopped right in front of a big house.

"Yep, this is it", said Marron. She turned to Yamcha, "gosh Yamcha, I don't know how I could ever pay you for this huge favor. I wish-

Yamcha smiled, "don't mention it, it was my pleasure to offer my help. I think any other person wouldn't hesitate to give someone a hand if they needed it". Of course, anyone but that bastard of Vegita he thought cynically.

"You look really tired. How about you come in and I give you something to eat or a drink? And don't say no, I feel like I owe ya", said Marron.

He really was tired. And he also needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow he was supposed to meet Bulma at the park and from there they were going to the Saturday Match. Yamcha loved ice hockey and tomorrow was the tournament, starting early in the morning. He was a fan of the home team, the Sunny Side Breakers, and he was glad that Bulma had agreed to go with him. But he had to admit, he hadn't eaten anything throughout the whole day and was thirsty as hell.

"Sure, quickly though, I gotta get goin', he said, taking off his seat belt.

This is just too easy! Marron though gleefully.

"This tasted real good", said Yamcha as he finished the plate. He noticed how hungry he'd really been.

'Yeah, my mom has that skill of cooking really good", said Marron smiling. She sat next to him at the coffee table. The tv was on. He really was cute. Even if her plan didn't work out, she would be satisfied with the fact that she'd spent time watching him eat at her house. So worth it!

"Yeah? So does my mom. I swear, sometimes I think I'm like a little kid whenever I finish eating her food and lick my fingers", he laughed. He was starting to notice her cleavage. God, did she look good or what? In the dark, he didn't really get a good look at her, he'd thought she was just one of those preppy girls who are always too confident or too helpless. Now, in the light of the living room, he could really see this was a sexy one.

"You know Yamcha, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while", Marron said suddenly, getting closer to Yamcha.

Yamcha smirked, "what's that, babes?"

She put a finger on his chest and then let it slide down, "I think you're hot and I've been looking at you for a good minute". She was even closer now. Her breath on his ear sent chills down his spine.

"Really?" he asked innocently, turning to face her, lips almost touching. How he missed playing these games. He couldn't help but feel guilty as the thought of Bulma went through his mind. But he figured two things: Number one, things with Bulma were going good, and he really, really liked her. But at the pace they were going, it didn't look like he was gonna get much right away. And number two, he had his needs, too. This was his chance of satisfying himself and Bulma couldn't possibly find out. So what the hell!

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Vegita woke up early that morning. He was surprised himself. After all, it was a Saturday morning. He remembered they had a football game today. Damn it. Why do I feel so groggy? No way I'm gonna play like this this afternoon with that thought, Vegita went to take a quick shower. Then he put some sweats on, a wife beater and some sneakers and headed to the park to do some jogging. The 'real season' had started one week ago and they'd lost the first game. They had about six more games before the championships and he needed to see to it that his team went up for the finals. He was the quarterback and he was the one that everyone really tallied on.

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"Where is he?" Bulma looked at her watch. It was 11 am, he was supposed to have been there an hour ago.

Maybe he had to work late last night and was really tired. He probably overslept Bulma thought. Maybe that's why he doesn't pick up his cell phone either. I think I'm gonna try and wake him up she thought as she picked up her cell and pressed re-dial.

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Marron smiled. Yeah, that had been one hell of a night. She wondered how they'd gotten to her room. She grinned. Next to her, Yamcha lay asleep. He was gorgeous. She couldn't have asked for more: her plan had worked out wonderfully and she'd spent the night with Yamcha. The question was: How would she let Bulma know and make her miserable?

A cell phone rang. She got up from her bed and took out her cell phone from her purse. It wasn't ringing though. She looked to where the sound might be coming from. Hanging from Yamcha's jeans on the floor was his cell phone.

Marron grinned. She grabbed his cell phone and went in to the bathroom.

"Hello?" she answered perkily.

"He-hello?" a startled voice answered back. Marron was glad to hear that voice.

"Yes?" Marron asked, a little snappy now.

"Is Yamcha there?" asked the girl on the other line.

"He's sleeping right now", said Marron.

"Umm, okay…who's this?"

"This is Marron, his girlfriend. Look, we had a long night last night, you're gonna have to call later" Marron said, hanging up the phone. Satisfied, she went back to her room, put the cell phone back on Yamcha's jeans and went back to bed.

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Vegita had been jogging for a while now. It was almost twelve thirty and he was out of breath. He decided he would run a little more until he found a bench where he could rest a little. He was exhausted, but at least now he was feeling more awake and energized.

Unfortunately, he saw someone sitting on the bench. He'd just have to keep running until he found the next one.

He stopped when he saw who it was. Oh, he was gonna do some talking, all right.

"If I were you I wouldn't come back to school on Monday", he said standing in front of her, arms crossed.

She looked up and rolled her eyes, "Look, Vegita, I'm sorry forwhat I did okay? I shouldn't have! But that's it, I don't wanna talk about it, I got too much goin on right now!" her voice shook.

Vegita frowned. What the hell was wrong with her?

"What's wrong? That man of yours finally screw up?" Vegita asked smirking.

Bulma looked up, "Shut up Vegita, just shut up okay!" She'd been trying to keep herself from crying, he could tell now. Something was definitely going on.

He let his arms fall down to his sides, "Well, did he?" he wasn't smirking now, nor did he sound like he was mocking her. He tried not to sound concerned, though.

"Yeah, okay! You were right, you and the rest of them were right! I hope you're happy now! Go ahead, say 'I told you', just say it! And make me feel like a fucking loser!" she was really crying now.

He wasn't sure what to do, but he suddenly found himself doing the same thing he had done with his cousin, Marlene. He moved closer to her, and reluctantly put his arms around her. She made no attempt to pull him away as he'd expected her to, though. Instead, she seemed to cling to him for dear life. Vegeta had lived this before. He remembered it clearly. His cousin, Marlene. The same exact thing.

He was furious now. The bastard of Yamcha had lived long enough to do the same thing to god knew how many girls and still get away with it. He wasn't sure how he really felt about this girl in particular, but he would see to it that Yamcha paid, if not for the other girls, for what he'd done to his cousin, his own blood, Marlene.

"What the hell did the sunovabitch do?" Vegita said, looking at her. He really didn't know whether he was just angry at Yamcha and wanted to give him the beat or if he was just more concerned about…her. He put the last thought away quickly, though.

Bulma didn't say anything. She didn't even know what was going on, all she knew was that Yamcha had betrayed her. And to think that her friends had tried to warn her about it and she just wouldn't listen; and the fact that Vegeta had been right all along, about Yamcha being a bastard and all, just happened to make things even worse. She realized she was practically hanging on the guy she hated so much, and abruptly pulled away, embarrassed.

"Umm…I…gotta go", she said, turning to leave, but felt Vegeta's hand grasp her arm.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked. He almost sounded somewhat close to concerned; but not quite.

Why does he care? Why is he being so…different with me? Bulma thought confused. This was the guy who wanted so badly to ruin her life. And what had he just done? He had actually hu—No, not hugged her; he had tried to comfort her? What the hell?

This reminded her of herself asking herself the same question about Vegeta a few months ago. Back in his car. Back in the cafeteria when he had asked her again to the dance.

Forgetting about her anger at Yamcha, she was suddenly angrier at Vegeta. How dare he? How fucking dare he? Did he think she was stupid!

"Listen, Vegeta, I don't know what the fuck you're playing at, but I'm not an idiot, okay!" she said with a tone of frustration.

"Woman, what the fuck are you talking about?" Vegeta asked, impatiently. He was getting confused. One minute she was clinging to him and the next she's yelling at him out of nowhere.

"You're doing what you've done before! You try to be nice to me and all so that somehow I can trust you and then you either want to humiliate me or get something from me. What the hell is it that you want from me, Vegeta! Isn't this enough for you? Seeing me like this?" she was crying again now, "if it's about what happened at the cafeteria, I'm sorry, okay? I really wish I wouldn't have done that, but I was angry. But just stop. I already have a lot going on and I don't need you to add up to all the mess. So stop trying to act like you care about whatever went on with Yamcha, cause you don't!"

"Woman, you don't know shit! And don't fucking say that I don't care!" he was practically shouting now, "I had a cousin who went out with that sonuvabitch and he used her and then dumped her and she fuckin killed herself! So don't say that I don't fuckin care!" he breathed hoarsely now; Bulma was speechless.

"Oh god", she finally whispered.

Vegeta turned around; he suddenly felt very weak. All the exercise of the morning and then all this drama were weighing down on him. And why had he even said that to her? He knew that no matter how angry he'd been he shouldn't have said that. It was supposed to be a damn secret.

"Vegeta?" she asked, her voice came out in a whisper, but loud enough o hear.

He stopped, letting out an exasperated sigh, "What?"

"I'm sorry", she said.

He turned his back to keep walking.

"I'm serious, Vegeta. I'm sorry". She had suddenly realized she'd really been a bitch. Not only to her friends, but to Vegeta, also. He had tried to understand her, for crissakes, and here she was saying that he was just pretending. She, his cousin, must have really meant a lot to him if he showed so much emotion when he said it and got so angry.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your cousin, Vegeta; I'm sorry for being such a bitch, too", she said.

"Look, woman, I don't care about your pathetic apologies", Vegita said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bulma was first surprised, then hurt, then angry at Vegita's reaction. How dare he? She was just letting him know that she was sorry for the way she'd acted and here he was saying he didn't care about her 'pathetic apologies?'

"you know what, Vegeta? Fuck you! I'm fucking done trying to talk 'good' with you. Obviously, you have no sense of-

"Shut the fuck up, woman. I'm tired and I'm hungry and I don't wanna hear shit from you", Vegeta said.

It was way beyond him why he always had to ruin any attempt she made at being 'nice' to him.

"Go to hell, Vegeta. I was just trying to apologize, but you know what? I know I don't have to feel bad because at least I said I was sorry, if you don't wanna accept it then that's your problem", Bulma said, turning to leave in the opposite direction of Vegeta. She'd rather take the long way then have to walk the same way as Vegeta.

"Where you going?" Vegeta asked. No. More like he demanded.

"Home. Why do you care?" asked Bulma, not even turning her head.

"Don't get snappy, okay? Look, I'm hungry as hell and I'm going over to Gino's for some food", Vegita said.

"So what does that have to do with me?" asked Bulma, annoyed. She had enough problems going on, and Vegeta was making it his goal to annoy her.

"Well, do you wanna come with me or what!" Vegeta nearly yelled impatiently.

She turned around facing him, "are you asking me to go with you to a restaurant?"

"Yeah. Don't take it the wrong way, though. I don't like you like that", Vegeta said, smirking.

Bulma fumed, "I don't like you at all, Vegeta, and no, I wont take it the wrong way cause I'm not going with you. I'm going home", with that, she turned around to leave.

She came face to face with the guy she was supposed to meet earlier that morning.

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"Hey baby!" Chichi squealed as she opened the door ad saw her boyfriend. He hugged her tightly.

"Hey", he said back.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were busy!"

"Just thought I might drop by for a while. You know I cant last a day without seeing you anyway", he said, leaning in for a kiss.

"Woa, woa, there's people here!" said 18 seeing Goku at the door. Goku and Chichi both blushed.

'Sorry", mumbled Goku as Chichi shot 18 a death glare.

"Hey, Goku. Watcha doin here?" said Launch coming to the door and seeing Goku.

"What kinda question is that, Launch? You know neither of them can get enough of each other. They gotta see each other every single day!" said 18, wrinkling her nose. As much as she could ever like a guy, she wouldn't like being all over him and him being all over her 24/7. Krillin…now that could very well be an exception… she quickly divested from the thought.

"Oh, shut up 18, you know you'd just love to see Krillin every minute of every day!" Chichi said laughing, then, realizing what she'd said in front of Goku, she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ooh! 18 let me find out!" teased Goku, "you like Krillin. I'M TELLING Krillin that you like him. Ooooh he's gonna be so gassed!"

"Shut up, no I don't!" shouted 18.

Now they all started teasing her, "18 and Krillin sittin on a tree…f-u-c-k-i-n-g…"

"Okay, now you all went waaay too far, ya better shut up if you know what's worse than having my fist up your throats", 18 threatened, but trying to keep from laughing at the same time.

After laughing, all of a sudden, Goku got real serious, "Guys, I wanna tell you something that bothered me as I was on my way over here. I think you should know".

"What is it, baby?" asked Chichi.

Goku closed the door and they all went in and sat down on the living room floor.

"Okay. I was on my way here a few minutes ago, and I'm passing through Grand C. ave., and you know there's that big house where, what's-her-name lives?" Goku started.

"You mean that whore? Marron?" 18 indicated. Goku nodded.

"What about her?" asked Launch.

"Well, I was passing by and I stopped at the Stop sign, and then her door opens and she's coming out. You guys know who was coming out of the house with her?" said Goku, wryly.

"Who?" asked 18.

"Yeah, Goku, who the hell was it?" asked Launch.

"Oh. My. God. Don't tell me it was…" Chichi said, disbelievingly.

Launch and 18 both gasped, "Yamcha!"

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"Bulma, babe, I'm so sorry. I worked late last night and I kinda overslept", Yamcha said as he saw Bulma. He reached for her hand. She looked really upset. He noticed Vegeta standing behind her. What the hell was he doing there with her? "And what are you doing with him?"

"You overslept, Yamcha. Overslept with who?" Bulma demanded, pulling her hand away from Yamcha.

Yamcha stared at her, shocked, wide-eyed. She can't possibly know. Nobody saw us. It was too fucking late. And she cant be stalking me Yamcha thought rapidly.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" asked Yamcha, innocently.

"How could you act like you don't know, Yamcha! I called your cell and your girlfriend picked up and told me you two had had one hell of a night! How could you do this to me?" Bulma said; the last thing she wanted to do was cry. She didn't think she could keep herself from doing so, though.

That sonuvabitch, Vegeta. He was probably stalking him last night. Damn that bastard! He was probably stalking him ever since he found out that he was talking to Bulma. What the hell was he tryna do! Fuck him!

"Baby, I don't know what you're talking about. Look, you probably dialed the wrong number"- Yamcha tried to convince Bulma as he moved towards her and hug her.

"Get away from me Yamcha", Bulma said pulling him away, "I'm not an idiot!"

"Bulma, you can't possibly think I was cheating on you", Yamcha said, once again, taking her arm as she tried to pull away from him.

"Get the fuck away from her before I make you", Vegeta suddenly ordered.

"Look, Vegeta, this is none of your damn business", Yamcha said, but moving slightly away from Bulma. He knew better.

Vegeta hastily grabbed Yamcha by his neck, "don't you fucking tell me that it's not my business cause you know damn well it is. You and your shit go way back to Marlene, and I've let you slide but it's time you paid for what you did to her", Vegita said in a low, menacing voice.

Yamcha tried to release himself from Vegeta's grip, "Look, Vegeta, I don't know what you're talking about".

"You know damn well what I'm fucking talking about you shit! You gonna try and act like you don't know about Marlene!" Vegeta tightened his grip on Yamcha.

"Look, Vegeta, I know what happened to Marlene, but it's not my fault. I mean, the girl begged me to give it to her! And anyways, you can't blame me for getting tired of her, I had my eye on someone else, for chrissakes, is that such a fucking crime? Nobody fucking told her to fucking kill herself!" Yamcha nearly shouted his indifferent words, what he was really worrying about was freeing himself from Vegeta's grip. God, how had he gotten so strong!

He never saw it coming, though. He hadn't had the slightest idea of the effect of what he'd just said had on Vegeta.

Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, doubling over in pain. The air had been knocked out of him.

"How fucking dare you! You goddamn bastard! You fucking used her and it was your fault she fucking killed herself! Don't even try to blame it on her cause the only one who's at fault here is you, and it's been too damn long that you've gotten away with it!"

Vegeta was ready to lunge at Yamcha, who was still gasping for air from the kick Vegeta had battered on him. But Bulma got in the way.

"Look, Vegeta, just stop…leave him alone. I know what he did to your cousin is unforgivable, Vegeta, but hitting him it's not going to solve the problem, let alone bring her back", Bulma paused and looked at Yamcha, who was now standing up from his pathetic position, "look, if you really wanna make him pay, I'm sure there are other ways than beating him up".

Vegeta seemed to calm down a bit, though, not entirely.

"Don't think I'm done with you", Vegeta said, looking at Yamcha warningly.

"Look, Vegeta, I'll stay away from you, you stay away from me and we're good. I don't wanna start shit again", said Yamcha; shaken up from the kick but also angry.

"That's right, you shithead, cause from now on, you staying away from her if you don't wanna start shit and swallow it", Vegeta said referring to Bulma.

"Vegeta, I don't think it's you who decides, it's up to her", Yamcha said.

"Vegeta's right, Yamcha. I don't wanna see you or come near you ever again, Yamcha. I'm I supposed to be your little side dish while you go around with your fucking girlfriends? I might be a little raw, but I'm not an idiot and I don't swallow nobody's shit", Bulma put in defensively.

"What? Bulma, what are you- are you leaving me? Because of Vegeta?" Yamcha asked incredulously.

"Maybe she is", Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking.

"Yeah, maybe I am", Bulma said, doing the same thing Vegeta did.

"I can't believe you Bulma…y-you can't", Yamcha stuttered in anger and disbelief.

"Let's go, Vegeta", Bulma said rolling her eyes at Yamcha.

"Whatever you say, princess", said Vegeta, putting his arm on Bulma's shoulder and walking away, giving Yamcha a sinister sneer.

Tha fucking bastard! Yamcha thought.

"You can't do this to me, Bulma! I fucking swear, Bulma, I swear to fucking god I'm gonna get you back!"

They didn't even turn their heads.

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Whew! Thought I was never going to finish. I always kept saying that I would stop, but then I'd just have an idea and keep on going. Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. It really was fun. I hope you all liked it, too.

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