She dropped the picture frame and watched as it hit the floor shattering the glass and exposing the picture. Vegeta smirked as he whispered in her ear "Like my gift?"
"Yamacha" gasped Bulma. "I thought it necessary to enlighten you of your relationship" smirked Vegeta. "Did you really think he would remain celibate when off in his baseball games" pause "actually I'm surprised he put up with you for so long."
Bulma shakes her head and mumbles "I'm probably just, tripping, it's probably his sisters" she repeats to herself in denial "If that's, true then that would be crime." Bulma blanches, and then shakes her head "it's probably a friend." "A very, very close friend" Vegeta smirks and turns to leave. "Just accept it, your lucky that you even found a guy to go out with you, even if you have to share." And with that he left, leaving Bulma collapsed on the floor, crying. And tightly clasped in her hands a picture of Yamacha, covered in lipstick, smooching and getting friendly with the teams' cheerleaders.
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Two weeks laterBulma woke up with a swollen face, caused by crying and impinging headache, a result of her drinking binge last two weeks. She groggily got up and noticed she was wet and looked at the bed. Picked up the half finished Crystals (its the name of a alcohol) ::I must have fallen a sleep with it last night:: and temptingly looked at it and took a swallow. Then paused, went to the washroom and pour it down the sink and proceeded to get rid of the rest of the drinks.
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Downstairs"No I don't know what's wrong with her" "You're her mother you're supposed to find out about things like this" "She just needs her space, she'll snap out of it" "But meanwhile she might become an alcoholic" "Don't worry, she'll be fine and come out as good as new." "You don't know that." "Mom knows best" she glares. "Sure, yeah, of course." Then mumbles off.
Big Pause as Bulma enters.
"Oh Bulma dear, how you feeling?" "Peachy, just peachy" "Here, I baked you some cookies, baking always cheers me up, see there all smilies." Bulma's mom points to the cookie, Bulma takes the cookies. "You forgot these." Bulma's mom says as she points to the kitchen that is literally stuffed with baked cookies and Bulma blanches with her mouth open. "uh, thanks mom" Bulma says, still looking at the dominating presence of the cookies. :: Goku can't eat all that. Even Goku with Gohan, and Vegeta can't eat all of that:: she thinks as her thought are trailed of with the mention of Vegeta and she subconsciously crushes her cookie. "Bulma?" her father asks, "are you okay?" it snaps Bulma back "huh" and she notices the cookies reduced to crumbs in her hands "oh, sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing." :: Vegeta will get his but First thing first:: "Bulma" her father calls as he gently nudges her shoulder "huh?" "You spaced out again" "sorry" her father nods "So what happened?" her mm elbows her father and mutters to him "not now dear" and drags him with her "by Bulma, we'll talk after your you come back" her dad glares at his wife "she's not going anywhere, you here me." "that's nice dear" her mom responds and turns to Bulma " don't mind your father" and Bulma was left in the kitchen. ::My mom knows me too well:: Bulma goes upstairs and grabs her sport bag ::some kickboxing will do me some good::
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Later that nightBulma knocked on Yamacha's door. Tap Tap ::I'll give him a benefit of a doubt, no reason to trust Vegeta:: Bulma waits
Some stumbling can be heard through the door and Yamacha finally opens the door. "Thought you said you're gonna be late, pauses in midsentence, um Bulma, hiya doing." Yamacha says nervously. "Were you expecting someone?" "Um, well, uh, why don't come in" replies Yamacha as he herds her into the kitchen. "why aren't we going to the living room?" " pauses cuz I thought you might be hungry, why didn't you call?" "huh?" "well you usually call when your coming over" Bulma shrugs "I was in the neighbourhood, should've I" "Of course not" responds Yamacha quickly as he takes the diner out of the oven. "Stay right here I'll be right back, k?" Bulma nodds and Yamacha leaves and returns shortly. "we'll let it cool down little" and they enter the living room, Bulma takes the loveseat and Yamacha the sofa. "Okay we got to talk, I found this picture of you" she says and gives the pic to Yamacha. Yamacha blanches, rises up clearly pissed. "Let me guess, Vegeta right?" "I didn't say it was Vegeta" Yamacha ignoring her continued on "He probably said something like I'm two timing or something" "Well not really, but he kinda implied " Yamacha interrupts "and he did it when he was pissed right?" Bulma just nods her head. "ThatBastard, did you believe him?" "sorry" Bulma mutters "Bulma, Bulma baby, you know he doesn't like me and he knows you like me so he did it to make you cry" Bulma sobs "Well it worked, the picture was too convincing, I'll understand if your pissed." "I'm not angry at you it Vegeta I'm pissed off with." Bulma hugs Yamacha and dryly laughes "That makes both of us, can you believe I wasted two weeks drunk as hell all because of Vegeta, I can't even remember what I did" bulma laughs again, but continues "but it was the dreams that were the worst, I could never sleep because of them. I would just lie there, trying to stay awake or drink myself till I'm unconscious, but they always came. The picture was always there and Vegeta sob laughing as all my dreams just shatter the way the glass on the picture frame did, and he just sob kept on laughing." She finishes as she broke down in a fit of hysterical laughters and sobs and Yamacha just held her.
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Later on in Bulma's house
SLAM "Okay, where is that fucking bastard?" "Language Bulma" her mom responds and Bulma ignores her. ::he's probably training:: Bulma storms outside, heading toward the gravity room, sees it in operation so she goes to the control board and shuts off the power. Crash, Thump "Fuck" Vegeta growls and angrily open the door "what do you want woman!" "Don't yell at me, I'm the one that should be pissed of you fucking BAKA" Vegetasquints his eyes and glares daggers at Bulma "You don't scare me so stop trying" responds Bulma, then to prove her point she slaps Vegeta. Slap ::uh, that was a mistakes:: Bulma thinks as she looks at her bleeding hand, but then she notices the imprint and Vegeta's look of shock and smirks ::it was worth it:: taking advantage of Vegeta's silence she steps, dominantly, closer "Look buster, I don't know what your game is but leave my relationship out of it! That fucking gift you gave me drove me crazy, I swear I could just kill you, you're so lucky you're a guest in the house." Bulma pauses and takes a breath. "So heres the thing. I know we were both pretty pissed of and said some stuff in the heat of the moment that we didn't really mean, so in light of that you can just apologize and everything will be cool, k?" Bulma looks up and sees Vegeta smirking "Well" says Bulma impatiently, Vegeta looks at her and says "Your apology is accepted" "what I didn't apoligize" "You were apologizing because some words were said that you didn't mean, so you must have been talking about yourself cuz I meant every single one of my words." Bulma face drains of all colour as she registers what he said, then her fury explodes "You SHIT FUCKING, TAIL LESS, NAZI LOVING (I'm sorry I can't repeat the rest of her insults, they would shock the most stoic of the readers, and what about the children) SON OF A BITCH!" Vegetas' eyes flash in anger and he decides to torment Bulma with the seed of doubt "So what excuse did Yamacha give you" "He told me the truth!" vegeta raises an eyebrow "You want to know what you took a picture of? If you weren't too busy trying to implicate Yamacha you might have realized what day it was." Bulma looks at Vegeta to gauge his reaction to what she was a bout to say "It was at last years' Christmas break and the baseball team organized a Christmas special baseball game and all the money from the ticket were going to go to food banks and shelters. Well it was at the last day of the Christmas baseball special tour and they were at Hawaii, so they played their game and after they had a party. You know as a sending off for the new year, so what happened was: close to the end of the party, when they were packing all their stuff one of the girls found a mistletoe and they went around hanging it over the players heads and kissing them. K here the part with Yamacha, well the thing you have to understand is that they were really drunk and stuff, so they finally made it to Yamacha and hanged it over his head, he tried to tell them that he had a girl, but they were all like it just a kiss and everyone did it so if he didn't it would've been insulting. And you know he has to work with them every season so it would 've made a lot of tension so he kissed them, so you see he was obligated, he had too." Vegeta laughs and Bulma turns to him, quick as a viper. "That's what happened so I don't know what source you got your story from but obviously it was a flop." Vegeta ignores the comment and replies "So he said thought about all of that while he was drunk? Thjat was his story? And you swallowed it?" Vegeta breaks out in a fit of laughter and Bulma forehead creases with thought "He obviously didn't think you were important enough to make up a well planned story, that story has more holes than cottage cheese." Bulma's crease deepens, then she turns and walks away with her head held up high and tears flowing down her face with Vegeta's voice echoing in the background. "You should watch what you eat Bulma, you wouldn't want to dine on a pack of lies." Yells Vegeta mockingly and Bulma sobs ::Why was he too afraid to tell me, doesn't he trust that I'll understand?:: Bulma enters her room curls up in her bed in a fetal position and hugs the pillow ::you can't build a relationship without trust:: and she falls asleep.
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Midnight
Bulma wakes up with a start with the strands of her dreams still in her mind.
Flashback
I started like most of her nightmares of late, always with her looking in on her future plans, like her owning CC or the one she always dreamed about, finally walking down the aisle turning to her fiancéeand saying the two words "I do" and yamacha smiling and while placing the ring on my finger. But it was like looking into a mirrior, with the glass and all, but as I watched the wedding ceremony I heard a crack and I turned to the source. It was all like in slowmotion, as if time was coming to a stop and I saw a crack and it was spreading out real slow like and in the mirrior I saw a reflection of a guy with spiked hair, but he was shadowed, with his finger still on the mirrior and he looks at me. No not at me, buit through like he was looking at my reflection, but he wasn't and said "look how fragile it is" and turn to look back at the mirrior and the craks areslowly spreading and I lounge at him in attempt to remove his hostile intrusion (his finger) away from my dreams, but as I was about to make contact with him, his features came into to some light and I could almost tell who he was. But then the way he posed and his figure gave it away as an image came up to my mind and I clicked everything in place. Then my fingers felt contact and the world disappeared and I woke gasping for air.
Present
:: If I could only remember what the image was or even what I was thinking:: "damn" ::maybe if I go to sleep it might the dream might return:: but Bulma quickly dismissed that as she shuddered. She got up, down a glass of water with a dreamless pill and promptly fell asleep when her head made contact with the pillow.
