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Vegeta sat in shock. Could it really be? Was she telling the truth? Why would she lie to him about something like that? Nothing good would have come from a lie. Vegeta's first instinct was panic, fear, he was scared. Not that he was to be a father, but he had caused so much pain to Bulma, and he didn't even mean to. Would she forgive him would she still want him?

He sat there replaying the past couple months. Yes, he had willing taken her as his mate, knowing full well what the consequences might be, he was sure he had made that clear by visiting her every night. The consequence he had really expected was his life ending for her, fighting the androids, fighting for the Earth, for her. Yet, now he was faced with something on the other end of the spectrum, a child. Death changed to life.

Another form of fear set in, he was to be a father. He knew nothing about being a father; he'd never really had one. On Earth it seemed men played a large part in their children's lives, Vegeta wasn't sure he could do that. Bulma had been so happy that morning, she was so pleased with the knowledge that she, an Earth woman, was to bear the Prince of all Saiyan's a child. Vegeta cursed himself for dashing her happiness to the ground. He hadn't meant any harm by his words. Had it been any other day that would have just been an argument, like they always had. But today, she was different.

Vegeta stood, looking at the stairs; the woman had just run up them, tears falling from her eyes, he took one step. Looked to the ground and he left the room. He found himself outside, the sun was beaming, he had to be alone. He had to get his thoughts straight, he wasn't sure what would happen next and he had to be prepared.

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Bulma crashed onto her bed, weeping into her arms. How could he have been so mean, so evil? With every squeak of the house a flit of happiness ran through her, maybe it was Vegeta coming after her. Each time, to her dismay it wasn't. It was nothing but the wind. Bulma spent the next hour folded up on her bed crying. She cursed her life, her lover; she cursed everything but her child. Deep down she was happy to have a baby, a baby with a man she loved, even if he did not love her. She couldn't curse the child it wasn't its fault, it was hers for ever falling for that monkey of a man. Bulma had to leave; she needed to get away from the house. She had waited long enough for Vegeta, and with his lack of interest it was clear to her his feelings. He had made her cry and it didn't faze him all he did was sit there like a lump on a log. He must not have cared.

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Bulma rang the doorbell of an apartment 20 minutes from Capsule Corp. Tears rolling down her face as the door opened slightly. A familiar voice comforted her as she fell into his arms.

"Bulma?" A soft voice asked. "What's going on?" The man who now held the blue haired woman in his arms pulled her inside, shutting the door quietly behind them. He coaxed her to the sofa, where she collapsed into his lap, shedding even more tears. He placed a hand upon her soft hair, stroking it sweetly. In all his time he had never seen her so down.

After a while Bulma regained the ability to talk. With muffled words she spoke. "Thank you Yamcha" sniffing a bit. "I've been such an idiot, I can't believe I ever let it get this far." Bulma cried.

"Vegeta?" Yamcha questioned irritably. Bulma only nodded, as she sat up wiping the tears from her eyes. "What happened Bulma? You can tell me anything. Did he hurt you?" Yamcha asked searching her body for any marks.

"No…yes. No." Bulma sniffed. "No, he hasn't touched me and any harmful way. But he did hurt me." A few more tears ran down her face. "I'm pregnant. With his baby." The words fell from her mouth to easily, she wasn't ashamed. The look on Yamcha's face was priceless however. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, body shaking. He had more of a reaction than Vegeta did, and it wasn't even his child.

"What?" Yamcha screamed. "Are you sure? How? How did this happen? Did he force you? That ass hole, I knew it was wrong to leave you two together. I should have fought harder, had I known he'd only force himself upon you."

"He didn't. I wanted him; deep down I think I wanted his child." Bulma spoke quietly. "He didn't force himself upon me; I'd say quite the opposite. I pushed the boundaries. I wanted this…him." Yamcha just looked at the woman in silence. He had no words for her. "I just found out for sure this morning, I was so excited to tell him, and then…he told me I was only a 'good time'." Bulma cried out with another big sob.

Yamcha still sat in silence, not sure where to go or what to say. "I'm so sorry to burden you with this Yamcha, I shouldn't have come. I just…I had no one else to go to." Bulma stood up wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Don't go Bulma." Yamcha said painfully. "I'll always be here for you, you know that." Yamcha stood up and wrapped his arms around the shaken woman. "I can't say I'm happy about this, I'm not. I hate the idea of you with Vegeta, and now I hate it even more knowing how cold he's been. I can never forgive him for this, you know that right? First he took my girl from me, and now, I don't think I'll ever get her back." Yamcha buried his head into her hair. He still loved her, he always would.

Bulma stood there holding her close friend. She loved him still, just not the way she once did. He was so important to her, she had missed him all this time, she missed the goofy carefree Yamcha she had grown up with, but she no longer wanted him, and she still only wanted Vegeta. She would have given anything for it to be Vegeta holding her.

Bulma began her story on how the two finally got together; it was thanks to Yamcha for showing her the way. She confessed to all the feelings she had been bottling up and what she thought were Vegeta's true feelings, Yamcha just listened to the woman in his arms.

"Oh Yamcha I'm such a fool. I'm so sorry. I really shouldn't have come here." Bulma pulled away from her long time friend, she looked him in his dark sweet eyes.

"Bulma, I'm always here. Why don't you spend the day here, just rest and relax. I've got a game tonight so just chill here ok?" Yamcha said sweetly.

"A nap does sound kind of nice." Bulma gave a weak smile. Yamcha kissed her on the forehead and handed her a throw blanket.

"I'll be back later. Make yourself at home Bulma." Yamcha smiled, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.

He search the sky, he knew he was out there, but where. Yamcha got a faint feeling in the east. Yes, it must be the Prince of Saiyans. Yamcha jumped to the air following the large power level he felt. The power was sitting still; it seemed he was off in the mountains. Yamcha flew as quickly as he could landing silently behind a man staring off into space, he was just standing there on a cliff, searching the sky for an answer.

"What do you want weakling?" Vegeta snapped never taking his eyes off the sky. He was irritated but not mad. The wind blew and Vegeta got the faint whiff of Bulma intermingled with the weaklings scent. His irritation quickly changed to anger. "What do you want!?" Vegeta barked turning to glare at the man.

"Vegeta I should kill you right now!" Yamcha screamed.

"I'd like to see you try weakling." Vegeta laughed. Maybe a fight was all he needed to clear his mind.

"She's really hurt. You know that right!" Yamcha stood his ground.

"What is it to you?" Vegeta scoffed, "it's not like you never hurt the woman before." Vegeta knew very well he had hurt Bulma, but his pride was too strong and stubborn to apologize.

"Yeah I have, but not like this, I'd never do something like this to her." Yamcha snapped back

"You'll just sleep with other woman then, huh?" Vegeta laughed, the weakling was trying so hard to sound like the good guy. "Bulma's my mate, I wouldn't betray her like you did." He said it, out loud, it was true. The scent of his woman mixed with another man must have done something to him, made him feel a bit of jealousy.

Yamcha stood there in shock; did he just call her his mate? "I thought she was just a 'good time'." Yamcha snapped back.

"She is. Who said I couldn't enjoy myself. She didn't mind. Unlike you earthlings, working to near exhaustion increases my strength. Now, not quite as much as near death, but that's not as fun." Vegeta laughed his evil laugh, so proud of himself.

Yamcha just stood there in bewilderment. What was the prince getting at? "I suggest you tell her. Bulma loves you Vegeta. No matter how it pains me to admit it, she does. I don't see what she sees in you, but there must be something. I don't know if she'll ever forgive you, but you sure as hell won't keep her if you act like this. Child or no child. Trust me, I know."

Vegeta turned his back; he knew the Earth-man's words were true. "Why did she come to you?" Vegeta asked deeply, fearful of the answer.

"Because, you weren't there." With his words he jumped in the air and was gone. Yamcha had said all he could say, if Vegeta didn't change and apologize, he'd lose Bulma. There was nothing more he could do.

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WELL!? Like I said before I'm not a Yamcha fan, he is a big weakling and a jerk. BUT, I think he has his good side. He loves Bulma, if nothing more than a really good friend. I just don't see them being hateful to each other (Y & B). This also explains how he knew about Trunks without being OVERLY mad/hurt.

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