Here's the next chapter! I know Vegeta was out of character, but it just might get worse here. But who cares? Not me! R&R!
*-Michi-*
Disclaimer: Me Tarzan. No own DBZ.
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Three days later...
Bulma was better and working in her lab when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Bulma said, picking it up.
"Bulma?" It was Yamcha. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?"
"No, I would not." She answered. "We're over, Yamcha. I'm in love with someone else." Yamcha felt his ki rise. Then he decided that if he couldn't have her, no one could.
"Oh, all right, bye." They both hung up.
"Who was that?" Vegeta growled, walking into the lab. "It was Yamcha, wasn't it? What did that baka want?"
"To go out to dinner with me tonight. I said no." Vegeta grunted in approval and went back to training.
He had been unusually protective of her. She couldn't figure out why.
Then suddenly she heard a window shatter. She turned around to see Yamcha standing behind her. Bulma opened her mouth to scream but he put his hand over it, muffling her scream.
Vegeta! Please help me! She screamed telepathically. Then Yamcha sent a ki blast at her. Vegeta burst into the room and had Yamcha against the wall in less than a second.
He knocked Yamcha out and left him on the floor. Bulma, knocked out by the blast, was also on the floor. Glaring at the motionless Yamcha, Vegeta walked over to Bulma and helped her sit up. She was just coming to.
"Thank-" she started, but Vegeta put his finger to her mouth and she became quiet.
"Vegeta..." Yamcha was gaining consciousness. "I'm not done with Bulma yet." Bulma got a terrified look in her eyes. Yamcha sent a huge blast, aimed at Bulma. It destroyed everything in its path.
Vegeta turned his back to the blast, hugging Bulma to his chest. Using his own body, he shielded her from it. After it disappeared, he reluctantly let Bulma stand on her own.
Turning to Yamcha he said, "yes, you are done now." He smashed Yamcha into the floor, again knocking him out.
"I'll be back in a minute." Vegeta told Bulma and flew Yamcha out to Master Roshi's house. Leaving him there, he came back.
"Thank you, Vegeta." Bulma said when he got back. She kissed him on the cheek and started to clean up. Vegeta helped. They worked in silence until Bulma spoke.
"What did you mean we were bonded?" She asked.
"No matter what, no one can come between us." He answered. "I knew something was wrong before you called me."
"Oh, all right." Bulma said. "Ouch!" She had accidentally cut herself with a piece of glass. The cut went across her palm and was bleeding freely. Vegeta got a first-aid kit.
He took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her hand to stop the bleeding. A few minutes later, he took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
"This in going to sting," he told her. Vegeta poured some onto a cotton ball and began dabbing her cut with it. She tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. He pulled her onto his lap so she couldn't go anywhere and now he had an excuse to have his arms around her.
He continued to clean her cut. Then Vegeta examined it to make sure there wasn't any shards of glass left. Seeing that there wasn't, he took out some bandages and began wrapping then tightly around her hand. When he was done, he let her out of his grasp.
"I guess I should finish cleaning up." Bulma said, looking around the lab, which looked as thought a tornado had just gone through.
"No, you go make lunch, I'll finish here." Vegeta offered. Bulma nodded and walked downstairs.
Downstairs...
Bulma hummed to herself as she started making sandwiches. Lots of sandwiches. Soon, she had a large stack on one plate, for Vegeta, and one sandwich on another, for herself.
Vegeta, she called.
What is it?
Lunch is- She didn't even have time to answer and he was in the kitchen. She set his plate in front of him and he started eating as soon as it touched the table. She sat down and also started eating.
"Is something wrong?" Bulma asked. "And don't just tell me no, because I know it's something."
"I...found an old diary a couple days ago when I went to look for the capsule bed."
"Oh? Which one?"
"The first page said something about that baka, Yamcha asking you out for the first time. And how excited you were."
"Oh...that one...yeah, how much did you read?"
"Not much. I found a page where you wrote that he punched you or something."
Bulma thought for a minute then said, "Yes, I had tried to break up with him. It wasn't the first time he punched me. Remember the time I came home with the black eye?" Vegeta nodded. "It was him."
Vegeta nodded again, showing he had heard and stood up. He put his plate in the sink. "I'm going to go train," he said and walked out to the gravity machine.
He was mad. Mad at Yamcha for Hurting Bulma. His Bulma. He was mad at him self, too, for not caring enough at the time to notice she was hurting.
Bulma, on the other hand, wasn't mad at all. In fact, she was happier than she had been for a long while. She was happy to be away from Yamcha. Happy until...
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Yes, I know I'm evil, right Puroko? I'd like to thank the reviewer who gave me the idea of having Yamcha come back and try to hurt Bulma. I'll get the next chapter out soon, I promise!
