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"SO IT'S TRUE!!??!! ALL THOSE NIGHTS WAITING FOR YOU, ALONE? HOW
DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!" Yamcha cringed as Bulma screeched at him. Still thinking
that he could weasel his way out of the coming argument, Yamcha opened his arms, as if
attempting to embrace the rampaging woman in front of him.
"Bu-but, baby, I..." Yamcha was cut off by a quick slap to the face.
"Don't 'but baby' me! I will so kick your ass up and down this street!" Bulma huffed and
crossed her arms in front of her chest. Yamcha opened his mouth to say something, but no words
came out.
"Oh, so the great warrior Yamcha has nothing to say? Well, that's a first! You can't even
defend yourself! If that isn't an admission of guilt, I don't know what is!" Bulma tore into him.
The sun was dipping behind the tree line, and night was slowly taking over. The two were still
standing on the porch, but with his enhanced hearing, Vegeta could hear every word. He snorted
as Yamcha tried to come up with one excuse after another, but was shot down time and again by
Bulma. The great Prince Vegeta had to admit, that woman had a tongue on her that would make
the uncivilized Radditz blush. If he was still alive, that is. Gulping down a pitcher of water,
Vegeta went back to the sink to refill it. He was careful not to make enough noise to drown out
the argument. He was beginning to enjoy this.
"NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN, YOU...YOU...LOSER!" Bulma stammered out.
She was beginning to run out of insults. She had even switched to several explicit words in
several other languages. Not that Yamcha understood what she was saying. Bulma couldn't
remember when she was ever this mad. Of course, she would get majorly frustrated with both
Yamcha and Vegeta, but this was a whole new level of rage. But, it wasn't just directed at
Yamcha, no, half of her rage was toward herself. She knew that she had been kidding herself
about Yamcha's faithfulness. Vegeta was right. Bulma could smell other women on Yamcha, but
she always passed it off as something else, like he was just dancing too close at his Raves.
Bulma's eyes darkened as Yamcha took advantage of her pause for breath.
"Well, maybe if you weren't so frigid, I wouldn't have to go and find someone els—"
Yamcha was again cut off by a swift punch to his gut. Of course it didn't hurt, Bulma wasn't
strong enough to hurt him, he was just shocked that she would even attempt. She was always so,
so girly, Yamcha wasn't expecting an actual attack from her. He almost laughed as she grabbed
her fist, grimacing in pain. Hitting him would be like hitting a stone wall. With an icy glare,
Bulma made Yamcha choke on his laughter. He had really never seen Bulma this mad. He felt
very lucky at the moment that she wasn't superhuman, like himself or Krillin, because he would be
in big trouble if she was.
"FRIGID!?! You think that I'm FRIGID!?! Just because I don't want to participate in
your little orgyfest at your goddamned Raves!?! You are such a SLUT!" Bulma said as she
turned to walk into the house. Yamcha just stood there, not knowing whether to follow or not.
He heard objects crash against the wall, and glass break. Thinking that it would easier to just go
and find Cyndi and let Bulma's rage wear out, Yamcha turned to leave. He stopped suddenly as
he heard Vegeta's calm, condescending voice. With rage in his eyes, he turned back into the
house, and stalked into the kitchen. After all, it was Vegeta's fault that Bulma found out. As he
walked through the door, Yamcha ducked as a plate came flying at his head. It crashed into the
wall behind him, shattering and marking the wall. Standing up again, he saw the kitchen literally
torn apart, the table overturned, chairs in pieces. The cupboard doors were flung open, and fine
china was reduced to rubble. Bulma was in the center of the kitchen, with a look of absolute rage
on her face. Yamcha's eyes went wide, Bulma almost looked feral. He glanced at Vegeta, who
was leaning against the sink, a pitcher of water in his hand and a smirk on his face. He was
obviously enjoying the woman's tirade.
"FRIGID!?! FRIGID!?!" Bulma screamed. Yamcha began to realize that he should
never have tried to use that defense. It just fueled the fire. Glaring at the Saiyan across the room,
Yamcha was about to say something when Bulma ripped the pitcher of water from Vegeta's hand,
hurling it at Yamcha. This surprised both men. Bulma just stood there, her chest heaving in
anger. Vegeta smiled to himself, seeing her like this made his blood race, but he shook the
thoughts from his mind. She was merely human, she wouldn't even be strong enough to handle
him. If she was Saiyan, Vegeta believed that he would have attempted to claim her a long time
ago. Now soaking wet from the pitcher of water, Yamcha's ego began to take over. He glared at
Vegeta, his eyes burning with hate. The Saiyan Prince smirked at him, challenging him. Yamcha
began to cross the room, his jaw set. In a flash, Bulma was between him and Vegeta, her arms
outstretched.
"Oh no you don't! This is between you and me! If you want Vegeta to beat on you, do it
later!" Bulma could hear Vegeta chuckle behind her. Knowing that Yamcha was blaming the
arrogant Saiyan for her finding out, the woman decided to play on those feelings. She casually
turned and walked to Vegeta's side, exaggerating her walk, making it more fluid, and hopefully
more sexy. She came to Vegeta's side, and wrapped an arm around his waist, all the while
watching Yamcha's eyes flare with anger, his face flush. Glancing to Vegeta to make sure that he
would play along, she saw a mischievous glint in his obsidian eyes.
"So, you think I'm frigid, eh? Frigid this!" Bulma said as she pulled Vegeta toward her
and kissed him passionately. A little shocked by the move, Vegeta froze, but quickly kissed her
back, tasting her soft lips on his. Soon the kiss deepened, and Yamcha couldn't believe his eyes.
Bulma pressed her beautiful body against that evil alien, and her face was becoming flush with the
passion of the kiss. The two seemed to be so engrossed with each other that he thought they
forgot he even existed. Well, he would make them remember. He began to power up, and energy
was soon crackling around him.
Bulma's eyes flashed open, and she reluctantly pulled away from Vegeta. 'Damn, that was
amazing!' She thought to herself as she turned to face Yamcha. Keeping her body close to
Vegeta's, she could feel his muscles tighten as she inadvertently rubbed against him. Blushing,
she shook the thoughts from her head, and glared at Yamcha. His face was so contorted with
rage that she hardly recognized him, and she knew that she would fear him right now if Vegeta
wasn't at her side. Instead, she stood between the Saiyan and human warriors, almost daring
Yamcha to make a move against her. Sickened by the thought of Bulma with Vegeta, Yamcha
powered up even more. Bulma could hear Vegeta chuckle. As much as she hated Yamcha right
now, she didn't want him dead. Taking a step forward so that her body was away from Vegeta,
Bulma thought that putting some distance between her and the Saiyan may calm down her
rampaging boyfriend. Boyfriend? HA! Ex-boyfriend was more like it.
"Look Yamcha. I want you to leave, now. You aren't welcome here anymore. I don't
want you coming around here, and don't even ATTEMPT to phone me." Bulma said as she
crossed her arms in front of her chest. She had one hip thrust out to the side, accentuating her
feminine form.
"What, the great Prince of All Saiyans needs a woman to protect him?" Yamcha sneered.
Bulma caught her breath in her throat, Yamcha may as well be signing his own death sentence.
"Moron." She hissed under her breath. Even without being able to sense ki, she knew
that Vegeta was gathering the energy around him. Not knowing what to do, Bulma stepped back
into him, pressing her body against his, hopefully distracting him long enough for her to get
Yamcha out of her house, and not zipped up in a bodybag, either. His body felt so warm and
comfortable against hers, it felt so right. She felt his tight muscles relax as she leaned against him.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck. It was so enticing. She could hear him laugh softly
under his breath.
"You fool. You really think she was protecting me from you? Maggot, she was trying to
save you from committing suicide. You should really thank the woman." Vegeta said as he
allowed his lips to brush Bulma's soft neck. She almost shivered with delight. Yamcha's rage
dropped off suddenly as he realized what he was doing. He knew that he wouldn't last two
minutes up against Vegeta. His eyes began burning with salty tears, but he wouldn't let either
Bulma or that bastard Vegeta see him like that. Turning his back on them, Yamcha's ki flared.
"Bulma, this isn't over." Yamcha said menacingly over his shoulder. With that he was
gone.
"Yes, it is." She whispered.
Bulma's rage soon ebbed as she became painfully aware of the gap she just crossed with
Vegeta. Would he now expect her to give herself to him? She froze as Vegeta's hand gently
took her shoulder, and turned her toward him. She just let him turn her, she didn't know what to
do. Their bodies were just inches apart, and Bulma knew that if Vegeta wanted her, she couldn't
stop him. Unexpectantly, he put his finger underneath her chin and gently forced her to look into
his eyes. For several seconds they stayed like that, searching each others eyes. Seeing the fear
and uncertainty in her sky blue eyes, Vegeta knew that she didn't want him. With a huff, he
pushed himself off of the counter and scowled. Bulma could only watch as he silently walked
away from her, out of the kitchen, and out of the house. With a sigh of both relief and
disappointment, Bulma slumped to the floor, allowing the night's events to catch up to her. She
could feel tears well up in her eyes as she realized what she had lost.
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"SO IT'S TRUE!!??!! ALL THOSE NIGHTS WAITING FOR YOU, ALONE? HOW
DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!" Yamcha cringed as Bulma screeched at him. Still thinking
that he could weasel his way out of the coming argument, Yamcha opened his arms, as if
attempting to embrace the rampaging woman in front of him.
"Bu-but, baby, I..." Yamcha was cut off by a quick slap to the face.
"Don't 'but baby' me! I will so kick your ass up and down this street!" Bulma huffed and
crossed her arms in front of her chest. Yamcha opened his mouth to say something, but no words
came out.
"Oh, so the great warrior Yamcha has nothing to say? Well, that's a first! You can't even
defend yourself! If that isn't an admission of guilt, I don't know what is!" Bulma tore into him.
The sun was dipping behind the tree line, and night was slowly taking over. The two were still
standing on the porch, but with his enhanced hearing, Vegeta could hear every word. He snorted
as Yamcha tried to come up with one excuse after another, but was shot down time and again by
Bulma. The great Prince Vegeta had to admit, that woman had a tongue on her that would make
the uncivilized Radditz blush. If he was still alive, that is. Gulping down a pitcher of water,
Vegeta went back to the sink to refill it. He was careful not to make enough noise to drown out
the argument. He was beginning to enjoy this.
"NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN, YOU...YOU...LOSER!" Bulma stammered out.
She was beginning to run out of insults. She had even switched to several explicit words in
several other languages. Not that Yamcha understood what she was saying. Bulma couldn't
remember when she was ever this mad. Of course, she would get majorly frustrated with both
Yamcha and Vegeta, but this was a whole new level of rage. But, it wasn't just directed at
Yamcha, no, half of her rage was toward herself. She knew that she had been kidding herself
about Yamcha's faithfulness. Vegeta was right. Bulma could smell other women on Yamcha, but
she always passed it off as something else, like he was just dancing too close at his Raves.
Bulma's eyes darkened as Yamcha took advantage of her pause for breath.
"Well, maybe if you weren't so frigid, I wouldn't have to go and find someone els—"
Yamcha was again cut off by a swift punch to his gut. Of course it didn't hurt, Bulma wasn't
strong enough to hurt him, he was just shocked that she would even attempt. She was always so,
so girly, Yamcha wasn't expecting an actual attack from her. He almost laughed as she grabbed
her fist, grimacing in pain. Hitting him would be like hitting a stone wall. With an icy glare,
Bulma made Yamcha choke on his laughter. He had really never seen Bulma this mad. He felt
very lucky at the moment that she wasn't superhuman, like himself or Krillin, because he would be
in big trouble if she was.
"FRIGID!?! You think that I'm FRIGID!?! Just because I don't want to participate in
your little orgyfest at your goddamned Raves!?! You are such a SLUT!" Bulma said as she
turned to walk into the house. Yamcha just stood there, not knowing whether to follow or not.
He heard objects crash against the wall, and glass break. Thinking that it would easier to just go
and find Cyndi and let Bulma's rage wear out, Yamcha turned to leave. He stopped suddenly as
he heard Vegeta's calm, condescending voice. With rage in his eyes, he turned back into the
house, and stalked into the kitchen. After all, it was Vegeta's fault that Bulma found out. As he
walked through the door, Yamcha ducked as a plate came flying at his head. It crashed into the
wall behind him, shattering and marking the wall. Standing up again, he saw the kitchen literally
torn apart, the table overturned, chairs in pieces. The cupboard doors were flung open, and fine
china was reduced to rubble. Bulma was in the center of the kitchen, with a look of absolute rage
on her face. Yamcha's eyes went wide, Bulma almost looked feral. He glanced at Vegeta, who
was leaning against the sink, a pitcher of water in his hand and a smirk on his face. He was
obviously enjoying the woman's tirade.
"FRIGID!?! FRIGID!?!" Bulma screamed. Yamcha began to realize that he should
never have tried to use that defense. It just fueled the fire. Glaring at the Saiyan across the room,
Yamcha was about to say something when Bulma ripped the pitcher of water from Vegeta's hand,
hurling it at Yamcha. This surprised both men. Bulma just stood there, her chest heaving in
anger. Vegeta smiled to himself, seeing her like this made his blood race, but he shook the
thoughts from his mind. She was merely human, she wouldn't even be strong enough to handle
him. If she was Saiyan, Vegeta believed that he would have attempted to claim her a long time
ago. Now soaking wet from the pitcher of water, Yamcha's ego began to take over. He glared at
Vegeta, his eyes burning with hate. The Saiyan Prince smirked at him, challenging him. Yamcha
began to cross the room, his jaw set. In a flash, Bulma was between him and Vegeta, her arms
outstretched.
"Oh no you don't! This is between you and me! If you want Vegeta to beat on you, do it
later!" Bulma could hear Vegeta chuckle behind her. Knowing that Yamcha was blaming the
arrogant Saiyan for her finding out, the woman decided to play on those feelings. She casually
turned and walked to Vegeta's side, exaggerating her walk, making it more fluid, and hopefully
more sexy. She came to Vegeta's side, and wrapped an arm around his waist, all the while
watching Yamcha's eyes flare with anger, his face flush. Glancing to Vegeta to make sure that he
would play along, she saw a mischievous glint in his obsidian eyes.
"So, you think I'm frigid, eh? Frigid this!" Bulma said as she pulled Vegeta toward her
and kissed him passionately. A little shocked by the move, Vegeta froze, but quickly kissed her
back, tasting her soft lips on his. Soon the kiss deepened, and Yamcha couldn't believe his eyes.
Bulma pressed her beautiful body against that evil alien, and her face was becoming flush with the
passion of the kiss. The two seemed to be so engrossed with each other that he thought they
forgot he even existed. Well, he would make them remember. He began to power up, and energy
was soon crackling around him.
Bulma's eyes flashed open, and she reluctantly pulled away from Vegeta. 'Damn, that was
amazing!' She thought to herself as she turned to face Yamcha. Keeping her body close to
Vegeta's, she could feel his muscles tighten as she inadvertently rubbed against him. Blushing,
she shook the thoughts from her head, and glared at Yamcha. His face was so contorted with
rage that she hardly recognized him, and she knew that she would fear him right now if Vegeta
wasn't at her side. Instead, she stood between the Saiyan and human warriors, almost daring
Yamcha to make a move against her. Sickened by the thought of Bulma with Vegeta, Yamcha
powered up even more. Bulma could hear Vegeta chuckle. As much as she hated Yamcha right
now, she didn't want him dead. Taking a step forward so that her body was away from Vegeta,
Bulma thought that putting some distance between her and the Saiyan may calm down her
rampaging boyfriend. Boyfriend? HA! Ex-boyfriend was more like it.
"Look Yamcha. I want you to leave, now. You aren't welcome here anymore. I don't
want you coming around here, and don't even ATTEMPT to phone me." Bulma said as she
crossed her arms in front of her chest. She had one hip thrust out to the side, accentuating her
feminine form.
"What, the great Prince of All Saiyans needs a woman to protect him?" Yamcha sneered.
Bulma caught her breath in her throat, Yamcha may as well be signing his own death sentence.
"Moron." She hissed under her breath. Even without being able to sense ki, she knew
that Vegeta was gathering the energy around him. Not knowing what to do, Bulma stepped back
into him, pressing her body against his, hopefully distracting him long enough for her to get
Yamcha out of her house, and not zipped up in a bodybag, either. His body felt so warm and
comfortable against hers, it felt so right. She felt his tight muscles relax as she leaned against him.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck. It was so enticing. She could hear him laugh softly
under his breath.
"You fool. You really think she was protecting me from you? Maggot, she was trying to
save you from committing suicide. You should really thank the woman." Vegeta said as he
allowed his lips to brush Bulma's soft neck. She almost shivered with delight. Yamcha's rage
dropped off suddenly as he realized what he was doing. He knew that he wouldn't last two
minutes up against Vegeta. His eyes began burning with salty tears, but he wouldn't let either
Bulma or that bastard Vegeta see him like that. Turning his back on them, Yamcha's ki flared.
"Bulma, this isn't over." Yamcha said menacingly over his shoulder. With that he was
gone.
"Yes, it is." She whispered.
Bulma's rage soon ebbed as she became painfully aware of the gap she just crossed with
Vegeta. Would he now expect her to give herself to him? She froze as Vegeta's hand gently
took her shoulder, and turned her toward him. She just let him turn her, she didn't know what to
do. Their bodies were just inches apart, and Bulma knew that if Vegeta wanted her, she couldn't
stop him. Unexpectantly, he put his finger underneath her chin and gently forced her to look into
his eyes. For several seconds they stayed like that, searching each others eyes. Seeing the fear
and uncertainty in her sky blue eyes, Vegeta knew that she didn't want him. With a huff, he
pushed himself off of the counter and scowled. Bulma could only watch as he silently walked
away from her, out of the kitchen, and out of the house. With a sigh of both relief and
disappointment, Bulma slumped to the floor, allowing the night's events to catch up to her. She
could feel tears well up in her eyes as she realized what she had lost.
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