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Landing out front, Yamcha made sure he didn't have any lipstick on his neck or collar before getting out of his aircar. He rehearsed a few lines in the mirror and made sure he had his most charming smile on. Oh, there was no way Bulma would reject him a second time, the blue-haired heiress was done for. When he shut the door to his vehicle Yamcha thought he heard a scream. Surveying the neighborhood the Zfighter didn't see anyone around, feeling out with his ki he noticed Vegeta was on the backside of the house. He walked up to the door and just when he was about to push the doorbell he heard Bulma scream. Panicking he rushed to the side of the house he heard her cry out again, in what he'd assumed, was pain. Following the sound to the back yard, the Zfighter stopped dead in his tracks at what he was seeing. Vegeta had her trapped, pinned to the edge of the pool, caged in by his powerful arms and was obviously violating her.
"Hey! You rapist, get the fuck off of her right now!"
The couple in the pool froze. A low deadly growl started in Vegeta's chest. Bulma was pulled from her shock that Yamcha of all people had caught them in the act, and clung to Vegeta with all her strength. He turned his eyes filled with fiery rage and his growl on her. How dare she deny him the right to defend his claim to her? Unconcerned with his posturing - why did he even need to bother with it? - she was wrapped around him in more ways than one. She was with him and didn't want anything from the other male than for him to leave.
"Don't let me go, please. I don't want him to see me naked," she whispered her plea to him as she stroked his spine and shoulder blades in an attempt to calm his wrath.
His growl didn't fade but he wrapped his arms around her in reassurance and pulled away from the edge. Slipping out of her core Vegeta began walking them to the stairs on the far side of the pool from the weakling. He needed the time to calm the angry boner he had, she had been close when they were interrupted and he ached to return to her depths. Also, he wanted to make a display of the trust she had in him and the care he gave her so the human male would see that Bulma was now his woman. Taking his time, concentrating on keeping her body hidden from the earthling's view he ignored the other male's demands.
"I said let her go you fucking monster!" Yamcha shouted.
"What are you doing here!?" Bulma screeched with her right hand over Vegeta's left ear so she didn't deafen him.
"Huh, wait, what? What the fuck is going on here?" Yamcha couldn't believe what he was seeing. Bulma was stroking Vegeta's back with one hand and had placed the other over his ear when she yelled. Yamcha had never seen her do that for any of her friends when she'd shout, not even him. Did she care about Vegeta or something? As the pair rose from the water Yamcha could see her legs were wrapped around Vegeta with her ankles locked, the Saiyan wasn't forcing her at all. Jealousy and betrayal burned in the Zfighter's gut. How could she be with Vegeta, out of all the men on Earth? He had been responsible for the death of their friends and his own death.
"Go away Yamcha," Bulma said. Vegeta used his speed to get them to the chair she'd been using earlier. Her dress and towel were still there and he wanted her covered so he could kill the intruder. "Go back out front and ring the bell, like a normal person."
"Or stay there, and let me gut you for interrupting," Vegeta said between clenched teeth.
"Vegeta no, we talked about this. You're not going to kill him," she said with finality.
Huffing at her he lowered her to the chair and held up the towel behind his hips to block her from view as well as give her the privacy to admire his physique. Smiling up at the wicked Saiyan, Bulma blushed and licked her lips as she scanned Vegeta's naked form before she pulled her dress on over her head. He had done this on purpose, Blocked them both with the towel, and Bluma found it undeniably sexy. it was a small semblance of privacy in a very exposed situation and it was turning her on all over again.
Yamcha was livid, "B, what the hell is this shit? Were you- are you did he hurt you!?"
If Bulma hadn't been ready for a stupid question like that Yamcha might have been dead before he finished that sentence. as soon as the 'what the hell' fell from the Zfighter's mouth Bulma placed both her hands on Vegeta's hips and leaned forward to run her nose up the top of his thigh near the incredibly soft bed of hairs moaning at the musky scent of him. Over the V line that defined his hip, nipping gently at the taught muscles eliciting a groan from deep in Vegeta's chest. That display of submission and desire worked to distract Vegeta and he didn't even hear the other man's accusation, Bulma was the only thing that existed in his world at that moment. The beautiful genius smiled up at him brightly. That smile was its own reward and he shifted the towel to wrap his waist as she stood up before him. Taking his face in her hands she pressed her lips to his quickly and leaned her forehead into his.
"Please Vegeta, let me deal with him. I need to do this, please go inside a-"
"Are you insane? After what he did to you do you really think I'd leave you alone with him?" Vegeta was livid she wanted to be alone with this pathetic earthling.
"No, Vegeta. I'm confident that you will be right there in the kitchen watching, and you won't let anything happen to me," Bulma whispered against his lips. "Now please, let me handle this. I need to see this through."
The determination to face what had happened between her and the Zfighter blazed in her eyes and Vegeta couldn't help but admire her strength of character.
Closing his eyes he nodded once and turned his face away and warned, "If he touches you I'll rip his fucking arms off."
Bulma sighed at his stubbornness but nodded her agreement. That was the best she was going to get out of him in this situation and had no intention of allowing Yamcha to touch her. Not when she still tingled all over from Vegeta's hands and ached to have him back between her thighs. Vegeta assessed her from the corner of his eye when her scent spiked. She caught the look and took a second to admire his nakedness before burning him with a look of pure desire. She needed Vegeta to know that she only wanted him, and it was his body she was missing. Softening his gaze for her he stepped away. Bulma grabbed his hand before the prince left.
"In the drawer of the hall table," the one Vegeta had taken her on top of the other night, "there are take out menus, pull them out and pick one to get dinner from. It's my turn to treat you." Smirking he walked away and entered the kitchen. Standing at the counter Vegeta kept himself hidden in the shadows and glare of the sliding glass doors and watched as the two former lovers argued.
When Vegeta was inside Bulma turned back to the Zfighter and crossed her arms over her chest. Yamcha was stunned, never in a million years would he have thought that Bulma would actually fuck Vegeta. Even though he'd used it as an excuse for his own unfaithfulness he never believed she'd go through with it. That was why he'd thought she was being forced, but after watching the two interact Yamcha was finding it hard to deny that what he'd walked in on had indeed been consensual.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"What the hell was that!? Are you okay? That monster didn't hurt you did he?" Yamcha yelled.
"What kind of stupid questions are those? He would never hurt me, and isn't it obvious what it was?" Bulma shifted her weight to one hip and raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"You mean to tell me th-that yo-you and Ve...Ve...that-that monster-"
"Vegeta," she cut in, tired of the man's stuttering, "His name is Vegeta, and if you dare call him a monster again, I'll let him come out here and rip you to pieces. Just like I know he'd love to."
"How long have you been fucking him!?" Yamcha yelled.
"Hmm, that's none of your business."
"None of my business? None of my BUSINESS!? So I was right you had been cheating on me with him? The man that killed me? Did this start when I was still dead?" Yamcha was yelling now and had taken a step forward.
"Firstly he didn't kill you, he just stood by and laughed and that was years ago, people change. Secondly, I never cheated on you, dead or alive. Now, what the hell are you doing here!?" Bulma was losing her patience.
"Are you insane? This is V-Vegeta! Bulma he's a mass-murdering psychopath! He's dangerous!" Yamcha took a couple of steps towards her, he wanted to shake some sense into her.
Taking a step back, Bulma put her hands on her hips and glared at the Zfighter. "You would know a slut when you see one, wouldn't you Yamcha? Vegeta hasn't done anything like that in years and besides, I don't remember you complaining when I took an internationally wanted bandit to my bed and gave him my virginity! How many people did you kill, or died of exposure because you robbed them and left them in the desert!?" Crossing her arms over her chest again she stuck her nose up and looked away from Yamcha indignantly, "At least Vegeta doesn't nag me to do things I don't want to do."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Yamcha didn't like the way she was talking and took another step towards her.
"You better back off," she stuck a hand or in front of her, "I'm not going to stop him from killing you if you touch me. I have already saved your stupid ass twice since you decided to trespass and interrupt."
Yamcha took a half a step back and tried to see through the glass doors to the kitchen. He could barely make out the outline of the menacing Saiyan inside.
"And don't play dumb mister," she continued, "you know full well what I'm talking about. You nagged me into doing what you wanted and then used me for it multiple times. I thought you loved me but you just wanted to own me, to dominate me." Bulma hugged herself and shuddered at the memory.
"B... I-I don't get it. What are you trying to say exactly?" Seeing her so upset he took another step towards her but a rush of air stopped him. Scowling at the still half-naked Saiyan, Yamcha looked away not wanting to see this other man comfort what was his. Not stupid enough to try to stop it and end up dead, again, Yamcha stewed in bitter jealousy. Bulma was supposed to be his woman, he was going to marry her and never have to worry about money ever again.
Vegeta had been watching and when Bulma hugged herself and shuddered he was ready to tare the weakling apart. Then her ki shuddered and he went to her offering his support. The other man wasn't worth her tears and he took her in his arms and moved her two meters away from the interloper.
The pair looked into each other's eyes and Vegeta wiped the single tear that escaped away. Taking a strengthening breath Bulma nodded to Vegeta and encouraged him to move to the side so she could finish the confrontation. She needed to do this, she needed to get all of it out into the open. Vegeta conceded to her needs and stepped aside - not willing to leave her alone he stood behind her to the side - bolstering her with his strength.
"Wow B, I can't believe you'd pick him over me." He heard Vegeta growl but ignored the angry alien.
"There is no contest Yamcha," Bulma said, mostly for Vegeta. She needed him to calm down, his growling was distracting her.
"How can you say that!? I know you B, we've been together for years! I thought we would get married if you'd ever say yes when I asked," Yamcha shouted.
"Get over yourself, our relationship has been on the rocks for a few years. I know it, and you know it too. Sure when I was in college I thought I was going to marry you but things change. You changed, and now I've changed. I see how toxic our relationship became. How I allowed myself to lose my self-respect with you. I gave and gave to you and you increasingly treated me like a commodity. The second we would hit a rough patch, instead of giving me space and taking that time to reflect on your own actions you filled the void with another warm body. Don't you dare stand there and tell me what I should and shouldn't do? Whom I should and shouldn't love! It's not your business, I'm not your business anymore, so just fuck off!"
"You-you love him!? Vegeta!?" Yamcha was beside himself. While practically everything she said was true it still stung to realize he'd played a part in her hurt, but to hear her profess love for Vegeta was too much. "Are you insane!? He doesn't care about you, he only cares about himself. The guy is a narcissistic asshole that would sooner destroy Earth then have feelings!"
"You would know all about being a narcissist wouldn't you?" Bulma responded in a calm collected manner. She heard Vegeta grunt behind her when Yamcha asked if she loved him and she hoped to the kami he wouldn't turn away from her now. Then he spoke and she struggled not to look back at him, she wanted to see the look in his eyes the set of his jaw but she needed to see Yamcha's face as the words fell like smoke from Vegeta's lips.
"You know nothing about me, you pathetic excuse for a man. I would never do what you have done to another living creature, least of all Bulma. Murder complete families, yes. Slaughter entire races, absolutely. Destroy planets, heh, of course. But I would never force myself inside another being, that is for scum like Frieza." Vegeta spat the name with more venom than he usually did, and knew he said more than he would've liked when Bulma gasped and peered over her shoulder at him finally. Looking away Vegeta huffed in embarrassment and marched back inside leaving the two humans to finish their argument.
"What was all that about?" Yamcha was thoroughly confused. Was Vegeta trying to say he'd never raped anyone? The Zfighter found that hard to believe. Why wouldn't a planet conquerer take whatever he wanted, including women? And was he implying that Yamcha had?
"Haven't you been listening?" Bulma asked annoyed that Yamcha was so daft in the head and that Vegeta had just outed his own pain. Now she was stuck dealing with the Zfighter when all she wanted was to go to her prince and be the support he needed, just as he'd been for her. She had hoped he'd only witnessed terrible things and how it could break people, not been broken by it himself. No wonder he empathized with her pain.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Yamcha didn't like what they were implying.
"You are such an idiot, you know that? I can't believe I have to spell this out for you," Yamcha just stood there denying the implications of what both of the others were saying to him. Groaning Bulma spoke her truth on the matter, "I never liked butt sex!" She yelled embarrassed she had to do this. "You nagged me into it, and I only agreed because you liked it and I thought I loved you. That was what Vegeta was talking about. That's what I was talking about!"
Yamcha was stunned, he thought she'd started to enjoy it. Now he felt like a piece of shit. Scum, as Vegeta had put it. Looking down at his feet he struggled with what to say. How was he supposed to make this better? Could he even make it better?
"You need to leave. Now." Bulma said as she walked to the side of the house and retrieved the pool skimmer. Her bathing suit bottom was still in the pool as were Vegeta's shorts. "Just leave my stuff on the front step before you go and I'll gather up your shit and you can come by on Monday and pick it up."
Yamcha watched as she fished her bottoms and Vegeta's out of the pool. Letting her words sink in he knew they were really done. He'd taken her for granted, taken advantage of her, taken everything she had to give and fell short of reciprocating all the love she'd given him. Yamcha felt anger at himself, jealousy that she had turned to Vegeta, and hurt that she wouldn't give him another chance.
"You fucking slut! Who the hell would ever want you anyway!? I'm out of here!" He blew up at her without thinking and stormed off.
Glaring at the retreating Zfighter she tried not to let his words hurt her. She hung the shorts and bikini on the line to dry and went inside to find Vegeta, hooping he was in the kitchen. The warrior was not there but she did find a Thai menu laid out near the phone with five dishes circled. She smiled knowing he was going to turn up later and placed the order adding her own choice and three appetizers. It would take fifty minutes to arrive.
Feeling itchy Bulma went upstairs to take a shower. When she made it to the top of the stairs she could hear Vegeta's shower running and breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried he had left, and might not return until she fell asleep. Hesitating at her door she contemplated joining him in his shower. He'd left her alone with Yamcha in his embarrassment though and she decided against it. Vegeta needed his space if he wanted comfort he'd come to her, she wasn't going to push him to share his pain. When he chose to show himself again she would let him know that she was here for him whenever he was ready, if he was ever ready.
After her shower, Bulma was dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. Sitting on the couch watching her favorite comedy show drinking a glass of wine waiting for the food to arrive. Her laughter filled the house.
Notes: I can't even describe the humility I feel when someone follows, reviews, or favorites my story. Two years ago I wasn't even comfortable sharing any of my works, and to know others enjoy it almost as much as I enjoy writing them down is just amazing! My love to all of you.
