The Well-worn subject of Bulma and Vegeta.
Last time on The WWS...
Mrs. Briefs rushed off up the stairs to prepare Vegeta's room, leaving Bulma by herself, so she poured herself a cup of Kool-Aide and went back into the living room to finish the novel she was in the middle of.
Chapter Two...Heartbreak
Bulma looked up from the book when she heard the door open and soft footsteps fell on the plush carpet. She smiled at Yamcha as he walked over and sat in the chair opposite her. Then, remembering that they were supposed to be on a date tonight, she jumped up and ran to her room, yelling for Yamcha to wait while she got ready. He couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a cluttered mind... He picked up the book she had been absorbed in and started to read where she had marked her place. Not quite understanding what was going on, he flipped to the back cover to read the summary.
'An evil alien comes to Earth, and only the pride and love of a beautiful young woman can change his heart of ice.'
Hmph. Sounds like something she would like... He looked up when he heard Bulma coming down the stairs. It amazed him how she could get herself looking drop-dead-gorgeous in such a short amount of time. She was in a full-length formal blue dress that glittered in the light and went well with her hair and eyes. She kept her hair and makeup simple, giving him the impression that he was standing next to some sort of ancient goddess. He smiled down on her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"You look so good," she complimented, fingering the seams on his tux, noticing the way he was all dressed up for the first time. Was that a tinge of lipstick on his collar? It must've been mine. Yamcha wouldn't cheat on me again. She averted her eyes from it, fully intending on having fun and not letting anything ruin the night for her.
On the way out, Bulma and Yamcha passed by Vegeta, who was being shown the way to his room by Dr Briefs. When their paths crossed, Vegeta looked at Yamcha with disgust, then his eyes wandered to Bulma. His gaze raked her body for a moment, then he quickly turned his head, pretending to be engrossed in what the doctor was telling him on the history of Capsule Corp. but he kept glancing at Bulma out of the corner of his eye. When they got into Yamcha's car, Bulma shivered. She could have sworn she saw something more than the usual disdain in Vegeta's eyes. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she could have sworn it was hunger. She shook the thought out of her head and turned her attention back to the road, curious to where Yamcha could be taking her.
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They pulled up in front of a club. Neon lights flashed everywhere and the beating of the strobe lights emanated from inside the door when someone opened it. Electronic music was all around, wrapping Bulma up in their beat, controlling the rhythm of her heartbeat. Yamcha hurried around to open her door.
"We're dressed formally for club dancing?"
"Well, sorta. There's a little surprise here." He laughed and took her arm, guiding her through the crowd of people waiting to get in. There was a very tall man, who looked almost as built as Yamcha standing at the door, letting people in who were on his "list." Yamcha whispered in his ear, and they were admitted to get in.
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It turned out that there was a very ritzy restaurant on top of the club that was, thankfully, soundproof. After a nice dinner, Yamcha suggested that they go downstairs and dance a little. The dance floor was quite humid, so Bulma excused herself for a few moments to go freshen up. Waiting for her, Yamcha got bored and started up a conversation with a young lady near him. He tried to keep the conversation as innocent as possible and not flirt, because of his engagement with Bulma, but before he knew it, the blonde had her body pressed against his and was kissing him. He had to admit that he did like it, but he pushed her away.
"I'm sorry, but I'm engaged. I didn't mean to lead you on, if I did." Blushing furiously, he walked away quickly, to be confronted by Bulma.
"I...I know what you thought that was, but I swear..."
"Oh, Yamcha!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. "I heard what you said to her. I'm so proud of you. Let's go home, okay?"
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The breeze came in from the south, bringing the scent of jasmine. The gardens in the middle of Capsule Corp. were beautiful; flowers in full bloom, the sun setting on the mountains, splaying color across the sky. The stone benches in the middle of the grove of cherry trees looked ancient, and Bulma liked to imagine that hundreds of couples throughout the ages had sat, cuddling, as she and Yamcha did now. Fireflies were just starting to come out and dance around them, conjuring up pictures of faeries. It seemed that the whole night began to come alive, the cicadas presenting to music as the fireflies waltzed to Beethoven's Elise. She giggled as she saw a kitten staking a mouse, and In the Hall of the Mountain King emerged in the background.
"What's that music?" Yamcha asked.
Bulma jumped as she realized that the song wasn't in her imagination, but someone was playing it. The song began to play faster and faster, until it sounded like someone going crazy, then it stopped, and the sound began anew. Bulma and Yamcha stood and followed the music, until they got to the music hall of Capsule Corp., when the music stopped again. When it started up, it wasn't the song it was before. Now someone was playing Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No.3. Whoever was playing it was playing it well, as it sounded more like a recording. She stopped for a moment, hesitant about going into the parlor where the grand piano was kept, and where the music was coming from. The musician ended the piece and paused a moment, as if it were a matter of life and death of what he chose to play, and Bulma could hear him, if were indeed a he, thumbing through sheet music on the other side of the door. Beethoven's 5th came up, and Yamcha, noticing her pause, whispered quietly, asking her permission to go in. She shook her head, and took his hand, leading them through a door and up a flight of stairs. To save time, Yamcha picked Bulma up and flew up the stairs. When they had passed through a few more doors, they were on a balcony looking down at the pianist. Bulma gasped, her jaw dropping. The pianist heard the sound and jumped, slamming his hands down on the keys in an explosion of sound and glared up at them. Ignoring his audience, he went back to playing, this time striking up Mozart's Symphony No. 40. Bulma had certainly not expected to see the person who sat below them at a piano. She never thought he would have a talent such as this. She and Yamcha sat and listened to Vegeta play. When Vegeta started to play Debussy's Claire de Lune, Yamcha said he had to visit the little warrior's room, and took his leave. He had been gone a few minutes, and Bulma thought he might have gotten lost since he had never been in this wing of the large house. However, she did find him. He was talking on the phone. Her gut told her that she should leave him to his privacy, but her curiosity got the better of her.
Her eyebrows rose as she realized he was making plans to go to a girl's house after work the next day. She stepped out of the shadow she was in when he placed the receiver down.
"And exactly WHO is Cindy?"
"She's my sister. She's invited me to her house for dinner."
"You're an only child Yamcha."
"So. She's a sister...really. From a nunnery."
"Uh-huh. And I'm a Saiyajin in disguise."
"Really, babe, I..."
"I'm tired of you lying to me, and seeing other people! You turn down the attentions of girls when I'm with you in public, then sneak behind my back to make plans with them, in my own house, no less. You are really low Yamcha, and I want you to leave."
"Well, maybe if you weren't such a prude..."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me. I'm a man, Bulma. A man with needs."
"You know very well that I am saving myself for our wedding night."
"I'm not going to screw you and then leave. I'm not like that."
"Is that what you tell all those other girls? Besides, I'm not afraid of that. Sex is something sacred, that is shared between two people who..."
"Love each other. I know. And I love you, Bulma. I'd like to get the chance to show you."
"You'd show me love better if you were faithful, not by screwing me."
"Well, maybe if you got off your high horse and stopped being a snob..."
"Oh, so first I was prude, now I'm a snob, and you, my dear, are single." She twisted the ring off her finger and threw it at his face, cutting his lip as the jewel scraped across. Yamcha caught it in his hand as it fell to the floor, and stared at it a moment, then sadly walked out of the house. Bulma slid along the wall to a sitting position and tried to hold back her tears, but they came anyway. A shadow fell over the tile floor and she looked up, ready to tell Yamcha to go away, but instead she saw Vegeta standing in front of her.
"You played beautifully. I couldn't help but cry," she lied.
"Hmph. I heard the fight you had with the human. He isn't worth tears." He smiled a little and added, "Especially the tears of an ugly woman."
"GO AWAY! JUST GO AWAY! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN! I HOPE YOU DIE A HORRIBLE, DISHONORABLE DEATH!"
"You're right. I should leave you alone from now on. Your hideous face might rub off."
Bulma shook with rage and kept her voice low. "You are going to be one of those people with a lonely life and an even lonelier death. No woman would want to be with a monster like you."
"At least I can satisfy Loneliness. You couldn't keep your pathetic boyfriend happy. I never knew what he saw in you. Were it I, I would have never touched you."
"You only say that because you wouldn't know how to touch a woman."
His eyes burned holes in hers. "Oh, you'd be surprised." He let his eyes wander, then turned and walked away, in the direction of his room, to meditate while his gravity chamber was being built.
