Author's notes: This is kind of the sequel to True love, thought when I wrote one true love I had no intention of writing a sequel. It is just that I always wondered how exactly Yamcha found out about Bulma and Vegeta in the first place and this seemed like a plausible scenario if I assumed that Bulma and Vegeta got together as in True love.
True love: Yamcha finds out
It was a strange feeling, being wrapped up in the arms of the cold, proud, lonely prince of Saiyain's or should it be king. It was strange for despite knowing full well how evil and cold Vegeta could be Bulma never felt safer in her life. Stranger still was the knowledge that she really, really loved him. More than she ever loved Yamcha, more than she ever loved anyone or anything. For in his arms she felt complete, she felt as if she did not belong to anyone or anywhere else. She felt bonded to him. She loved him and she knew he loved her. But she also knew that he loved her against his pride and she could not help fear that he would leave her if his pride won out against his heart even if for only a moment. The thought ran chills up and down her spine and made her cling to him as if for dear life.
The involuntary action woke Vegeta. He scowled down at Bulma and barked, 'What's your problem, woman?'
Bulma did not want to tell him the truth for she feared that it would make him think she was an even bigger weakling than he already did. So she quickly made something up else. 'Nothing, I am just very, very cold.'
Vegeta smirked at that and said 'Well, we will have to see what we can do about that.' He wrapped his arms around Bulma even more tightly and rolled on top of her and began to ravage her neck. Bulma smiled, no she would not mind spending the rest of her life in Vegeta's arms.
Yamcha landed gently on the front yard of Capsule corp. His power level was pushed down as low as it would go. He did not want to alert that son of a bitch Saiyain. He had to talk to Bulma. He had an idea on how to get her to believe him this time. It would be harder this time, Yamcha was forced to acknowledge woefully. Bulma had actually caught him red handed. But no matter, Bulma was lonely and her loneliness always made her vulnerable. Not that he really wanted to take advantage of that… again. But Bulma would have to take him back if he used the dragon balls to wish away his non-verbal-committal strike. He hoped that it was not beyond the dragons power. Yamcha snorted why the hell would it be beyond the dragons power, his wasn't a slut or anything like that.
He began to walk towards the capsule corp. main complex when he suddenly froze. Vegeta! Vegeta was in Bulma's room and rather charged up from the feel of it. Yamcha rushed up to Bulma's balcony and was about to burst in, but stopped suddenly. He felt like a he had run into a solid brick wall in great speed. The glass sliding door was locked but the curtain was parted enough to allow him to see inside and what he say broke his heart. Vegeta and Bulma together in Bed, making love, sweet, passionate love. Oh, that look. The look that Bulma was giving Vegeta dripped with love and affection. It was a look that Yamcha had never gotten from Bulma, though he had often tried. He knew she was lost to him forever. He knew she had finally found her one true love and he hoped like hell he had not lost his one true love.