A good three days had passed from the great toaster fiasco, Vegeta was thankfully in the gravity machine training to his little hearts content and Bulma, who was feeling much better then she had days previous, was puttering around the house looking for all the world as though a tornado had hit her closet and scattered the remains of her clothes on her. A too large shirt hung haphazardly from her slim body, exposing soft shoulder in a way that would have exilerated most males... if only there was someone to impress. To Bulmas credit however, this was the farthest thing from her mind. It was the first time Bulma had left her room since the day she had returned from the clinic and try as she might she couldn't find the toaster anywhere. With a shrug that did nothing but slide her over large shirt further off her shoulder she resigned herself to some herbal tea.
Sitting down at the kitchen counter she slid the shirt back over her shoulder and stared into the tea, not being able to help herself from thinking about Yamcha and what had happened between them. Her thoughts went something like this:
'I wonder what he's doing right now'
'Is he thinking of me?'
'I bet he's not...'
'I wonder where I went wrong'
'Maybe I'm not pretty enough for him?'
'Maybe he found himself another girl?'
'No that can't be it...'
'I bet it was just the pregnancy thing turned him off...'
'Wait a second... maybe that's it!'
'That's gotta be it!'
Suddenly Bulma was the happiest she had been since her announcement. She was sure that was it! A strange idea flitted across her mind.
Lets give the blue haired diva 30 minutes shall we? ... ... ... Okay there we go. Emerging from Bulmas room was one of the most beauitful creatures imaginable (or at least that's how she felt when she looked in the mirror). It could be said that there was a bit too much makeup and the dress was too slinky for this hour of the morning but hey, whatever floats her boat, right? Rushing downstairs she hurriedly scribbled a note to her mom telling her she was going out and was halfway out the door when she heard an evil snicker coming from the direction of the kitchen. "Going to see that pathetic mate of yours woman?" Turning around she shot Vegeta an evil glare that told him if he didn't mind his buisness she'd fix it that he wouldn't have a tounge to call Yamcha that again. Turning on her heels she flounced out the door, slamming it shut with such force that a picture frame in the living room crashed down off the wall. Vegeta gave the tempermental human a shrug and exited, the only thing mattering was returning to his training.
The air was insanely light and Bulma began feeling a little dizzy... it was the first time outside the house and she figured it was either the excitement or the anestatia. Bulma could swear she heard the birds singing themselves hoarse that morning... almost annoyingly one would say but she was caught in the spell of the moment... er.. moments. Instead of doing the intelligent thing and using a car she figured a nice walk would do her good and so there she went! The way to Yamcha's house really isn't all that far so she makes it in about five minutes((yeah, -really- close)). Unfortunatly Yamcha's apartment was on the third floor so much stair climbing was needed, but she got there eventually. Frowning a little Bulma began fishing in her purse a little muttering, "Where -is- that little son of a bi....... iiiiisquits!" She began giggling in triumph and almost began to bounce. Shoving the key((it's what she found)) into the lock she gave it a hard yank to the right only to find the thing wouldn't budge. "But... but how can that be? Unless.. he changed it?" Small frown wrinkled her lovely brow as gears actually begin clicking together............... "I can sneak in through the fire escape!" Doh! That's not what the author was looking for!
She quickly rounded the apartments, yanked off her shoes and climbed the fire escape with little ease((Who cares if this is Japan and not New York? The author wants a fire escape and so she shall get it, such is the power of an author)). Dresses and ladders simply don't go together but fortunatly for our lovely heroine no one was around to see her. A bit more climbing and she finally reached Yamchas back 'door'. "Oooh, tell me he didn't finally decide to lock it... yes!" With ease the door slided open and in she sneakd, shoes in one hand, purse in the other. Inching about on her tip toes she attempted one of those stealthy Mission Impossibile scenes... but this is Bulma we're talking about here.
"Heh... I'll surprise him in bed and.."
*CRASH!*
"Eeeck! Where did that lamp come from?!"
*CREEK!*
"He should get those door hinges oiled..."
*SLAM!*
"These doors are heavier then I remember!"
*BASH*
"Ow!! Since when was the couch -there-?!"
In all her wandering and much noise making she failed to see the insane dishevelnous of Yamchas apartment. Shifted tables and an over turned chair were completly ignored as the blue haired she-devil tramped through Yamcha's apartment. Making enough noise to wake the dead and then some Bulma nears Yamcha's room when suddenly he runs out looking very flustered and wrapped in bed sheets. A squeal erupts from her throat and tackles Yamcha in a hug. Poor guy almost looses balance but is able to hold himself up. "Bulma! What in all hells are you doing here?!"
She's bawling and whimpering how much she misses him at this point, her head snaps back at his yelling... how -dare- he?! She was about to snap at him when she remembered that she hadn't gone there to fight... she was there to make up. "Look Yamcha, I know why you wanted to break up with me... but the baby's all gone now! You and me... we can be together once again!" She gives him a seductive smile and, before he could stop her, slipped into his room. Running after her yelling "Bulma! Wait! Hold on a second!" Yamcha pulled up right next to her and looked at what Bulma's iridescent blue's are locked on. In Yamchas bed, staring wide eyed at the both of them, sheets clutched around her in frantic haste to cover all exposed flesh, lay one of Bulma's closest friends.
Eye's watering Bulma turned glaring at Yamcha, "How -could- you?!?! I thought we meant something to each other!" She took a step away when Yamchas hand snaked forward to comfort her. Turning her head sharply she pointed a finger at her supposed 'best friend'. "And -you-..." Rage was building and ready to boil over... every moment she stayed here the closer she'd be to killing the both of them. A scream of outrage mixed with excrutiating pain and out she goes. Out of his room, out of his apartment.. and out of Yamcha's life for ever.
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Later that night as she lay in bed, her tears spent, she decided she'd do the very next best thing... she'd become a nun. This decision lasted all of two minutes until she realized she wouldn't be able to accesorize.. black and white just weren't her colors. The sheets were tousled this way and that as her small for wriggles and writhed, trying to find the most comfortable crying position available. No... this wasn't going to be a short night.. this wasn't going to...
*BANGBADABIMBADABOOM*
The explosion veritably rocked her out of bed and she quickly ran to her balcony doors. Forget descretly pushing the curtains out of the way as she had done when she couldn't sleep and found a sick form of entertainment in watching Vegita fail over and over and over again, the doors where flung open and the running gait nearly carried her over the railing. Stopping short she peered over it in time to find a bloodied and mangled Vegita crawling out of the wreckage of what was once the gravity machine. It took her again, all of two minutes, to throw on something decent and run to his side. What a pictueresque little couple they make, Bulma holding Vegeta's head in her lap... it would have been precious but for the blood dripping on to Bulmas hands. An attempt to carry him was made but she was little more than the average ditz... she couldn't carry all that weight! Luckily for her she wasn't the only one that heard the loud banging. Soon enough able bodies carried Vegeta to the infirmary inside Capsule Corps where he was treated and left to heal...
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So here we are and here we remain. It's the next morning and Vegeta still hasn't woken up. Bulma, who found her peace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, lay in a chair nearby, oblivious to anything... she's asleep now... and for the better. She's going to have a massive hang over when she wakes up.