by: Mattel
DISCLAIMERS: Standard Disclaimers Apply.
Author's Notes: Okay, This is part three of my mini-series fic. ^.^ I know I should've written this earlier but c'mon cut me some slack, I just had my exams so I'm just pretty.. uh.. tired ^.^ Anyway, this chapter would've come out later than today but because of Tiffany and her really really nice comments, it just took one hour to make this. Which is really unlikely of me. Anyway, if you don't like or like Yamcha, this would be neutral for you, ^.^, he's not so good but not so bad either. Just okay. So it's safe..
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Part Three - The truth which lies beneath..
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"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not..," Bulma muttered under her breath as she trailed off, tearing each petals of the rose Yamcha just sent her.
"... he loves me.. not..," she stopped as the last petal came dangling from her fingers before finally loosing it's way down to her bed. Bulma placed the flower less rose, rather, stem on her night stand before rolling face-first on her bed.
She tried to breathe, but she couldn't the bedsheet was suffocating her so she just rolled once more on her back. She stared at the ceiling for quite some time, relenting the events that happened to her life these past few days. Which had pretty sucked. It wasn't a great week. But much more of a nightmarish week.
She turned again, noticing the tiny card for the first time that was clipped together on one stem of the so-called flower less rose stems. She reached out for it, then snatched it from the plastic, she opened the tiny envelope. and recognized Yamcha's handwriting.
Maybe he's writing to say that everything between us was final, she thought as she began to read the content of the letter.
Bulma,
I never intended to hurt you in any way, it's just that I'm not yet ready for a commitment, but then again, i thought about it for some time and made my decision, meet me at the park 7:00 PM sharp. I'll be there and waiting for you.
Yamcha
She closed her eyes and willed the forming tears on her eyes not to fall or else.. she won't be able to stop it.
Maybe he wants to end our relationship formally, Bulma thought as she slowly got up from her bed. She looked at her clock, it's only 6:20 PM, she still have barely 40 minutes to get ready. It's not that she would dress glamorously on this day. The day he would finally set both of them, free. Maybe it would be good for both of them.. but then..
She scrunched her eyes much harder than before while changing her clothes, she just pulled something on her closet since the tears were already threatening to fall, she couldn't hold back any longer nor she could afford to. Another minute of silence and she would not be able to control herself any longer, she would already--
"ONNA!! THE REF'S NEARLY EMPTY, AND I'M HUNGRY.. SOOO HUNGRY THAT I COULD EAT A WOMAN!," Vegeta started as he banged open Bulma's door again, twice in one week. But after realizing the last word he said, he quickly tried to cover it up, "errr.. I MEAN, I COULD EAT A HUMAN! HURRY ONNA!,"
It was then when he realized that Bulma was looking at him evilly, with her hate-filled eyes, he looked down from her face..
Uh-oh.. the onna's modelling her hideous body.. again. He thought as he noticed Bulma heaving up a lampshade from one of her tables. He knew more than that. He quickly closed the door before the lamp hit him squarely on the face. Again.
The lamp made its contact on the door and from the other side, you could here it breaking to pieces along with Bulma's voice cursing all the way.
Vegeta glared once more at the door before heading downstairs, it would just mean one thing. No meal for tonight. Baka onna!. He blocked his mind from other thoughts upon seeing that monstrous body of hers. He shouldn't be thinking about her *this* way. Hell, he could already *feel* himself heating up!. DAMN.
He should be thinking about getting a cold shower than getting a meal now.
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Bulma's chest heaved in pure fury. She was already far from crying now, and she's *partially* thankful for that. It's a wonder how could Vegeta, of all people, make her feel something instead of being just sorry and sad for today. It really helped her to get through the start of this ordeal.
She couldn't even cry if she wanted to, all she feels is a burning fire of fury that Vegeta left on her heart. It was even a good thing that Vegeta made her all annoyed that she couldn't even think of crying for her miserable state.
She smirked. She could handle Yamcha and her break-up for goodness sake!. After all she's rich, beautiful and smart, so it wouldn't be hard if she wanted another guy to replace Yamcha.
But there's a problem, almost all the males interested in her were lousy and doesn't have a character. They couldn't even protect her for dende's sake, all they got was their money and money isn't that important for her. She needed security, love and most of all, attention. She faced her vanity mirror and brushed her silky hair that came just below her shoulders.
Perfect.
She doesn't look like a loser, or a heart-broken girlfriend. Instead, she looked more beautiful, because of the addition of some strange sparkles on her eyes. Confidence.
Now she's ready to face him no matter what, and try as he might, she was sure she would be able to take it.
Maybe.
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The woman's going out tonight.
Again.
It's not that I'm concerned for her welfare. Or jealous.
No, she's not worth even a hair of mine. She's just a weakling that came from a pretty low-class race.
A damned onna with a very alluring body and expressive eyes. With each part of her body screaming how full she was. How much of a woman she was.
Damn.
She's just wasted on that scarred person, her so-called boyfriend. Which she would be meeting tonight, no doubt about it, I could even bet that she would come back here together with those sparkling eyes and contented sighs that's obviously coming from her lips that were obviously swollen from their make out session.
and I'm NOT jealous!
Vegeta's mind was swirling along with these thoughts. His steeled heart breaking out from it's hard facade. It's really hard for him to train with an empty stomach and after getting an eyeful that would make Master Roshi's nose bleed a gallon of blood.
Sure, the onna was not ugly. But she doesn't have to be that beautiful or smart or sexy or god-like or.. HELL! what's wrong with me?!
Pushing his own limits, he trained harder than before just to forget those thoughts even for a fact that he's got an empty stomach, that's slowly eating all his energy. He ignored the growls of his empty stomach, he couldn't afford to go inside the house and smelling her damned sweet usual scent mixed with her damned alluring perfume!. And be damned when he would be needing another cold shower after that.
He made 10,000 push ups under 1000g despite his obvious need for food. Besides, it would take more than that to kill him, he's not like Kakkarott who's always on the verge of dying when he's got no food.
It's really a disadvantage when the only person which was left from your race is like that, everyone's thinking that you must act like that and kept comparing both of you. When it's obvious that he's *beyond* and wouldn't act like that. Not in a million years.
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Bulma reached the park just in time, she looked at her watch.
7:03 PM.
She's just 3 minutes late, it's really no problem, she wouldn't want to look like she's rushing their break-up. She jumped out of the capsule car and encapsulated it, placing the capsule on one of her skirt pockets. She smoothed her hair and skirt. Trying to look like she's calm and cool and collected. When the truth is she's not. She's literally shaking inside. Heart pumping harder than before, she headed to the main circle of the park where she saw a lone figure standing below the post lamp.
She walked towards him. The figure looked up. No doubt it was Yamcha. He looked.. nervous than her.
He should be, Bulma thought, it's not fair when she would be the only one.
She cracked one forced little smile and greeted him, "Hey,"
"Hey" he greeted curtly, perhaps, a little too cheery.
She glared at him, and said nothing.
Looking over her and deciding that she wouldn't talk first he take this as his cue.
"You see Bulma, I'm really sorry, it's not that I don't want you or wouldn't want to be with you..," he trailed off and looked at Bulma.
No emotions.
He continued, "Well, you see, I'm just stressed out and I guess I was a little panicky these days, it's not that I don't love you Bulma, in fact, I love you.. so much," he looked at her once more.
Hard stare was the only response.
"I really love you Bulma, I just want to settle things and--," he was cut off by Bulma.
"What's your point?," she asked bluntly.
Yamcha suppressed a sigh and pulled something from his pocket. A little velvet box. He kneeled on front of her and took her hand.
"Would you marry me, Bulma Briefs?," he asked imploringly as he rested his eyes on the shocked crystal blue eyes of Bulma.
She was speechless and confused, she thought this was what she needed but now.. when it's here, she don't know anymore, she's confused, scared and more than anything, she's vulnerable.
"Will you?," Yamcha asked, still kneeling.
Bulma took her hand and crossed her arms, "I'll think about it," at that she gave him a smile.
"I really need to sleep, I'm tired," she told Yamcha. She didn't gave him a chance to speak since she quickly walked away.
Why am I thinking about this? isn't this what I really want?, she thought as she threw a capsule and popped into a car.
If this is the thing I really want, then why do I feel this isn't right? I feel that there's something missing... what is it?
She thought about this over and over until it makes her head ache and dizzy while on her way to CC.
"What is it?, I think I knew it but after a second of recognizing it, it just fades away..," she murmured as she opened the door to her house. Nearly dragging her feet from her tiredness and dizziness. she knew she would pass out soon... but every minute that passes, it only makes her more and more dizzy.
She passed out.
Unaware that a pair of strong arms caught her, just in time before she collapses on the cold, marble floor.
Vegeta cursed inwardly when her weight settled in.
Damn you onna for wearing yourself off.
//to be continued//
... end of part three ...
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Part Four: Uncovering Lies
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Author's Notes: Well, it's a little boring, I know, but you don't have to rub it in my face.. ^.^ anyway, this boring little phase needed to be done, anyway, I guess I'm off to the next and much more exciting chapter. Don't forget to leave some comments~!.. please?.. ^.^
Ja minna-san.