This chapter is SHORT I really meant to make it longer, but I didn't know what to put in it. . It's really only a filler chapter, written solely for the events in the beginning and end. You won't really miss anything if you don't read it, but you might get a little confused in the next few chapters. So, I suggest you do. ^_^
It was a bright sunny day at Capsule Corp. The sun beat down on the dome-shaped building, falling upon the empty Gravitron who's usual occupants had stopped using it so the AC could be installed. So to pass the time, Bulma and Vegeta had each decided to appreciate some quality alone time…something very precious since the two had begun training.
Great, Bulma thought to herself. The Cable's out, my computer is on the fritz, and the gravitron is down for upgrading. What ELSE can go wrong?"
*ding dong!*
"Oh for kami-sama's sake…"
Grumbling, she stalked toward the door, fully intent on giving whoever it was an earful.
As she opened it, light flooded the shady room. Blinking a few times to focus, she squinted at the figure in front of her.
"Yummy-kun!" Bulma squealed and clapped her hands. Standing in the threshold was her long-time beau and best friend, Yumcha.
"B-chan no see her Yummy-kun in such long time!" Bulma giggled as she wrapped her arm around his waist.
"Hai, Bulma. That's why I came over. Would you like to go to lunch with me? Right now? It'd be nice for us to get together; to talk about things."
"KK! Lemme go put on something to wear and I'll be right down!"
Bulma bustled around her room, frantically trying to find something suitable to wear. Finally he settled on a tight white T-shirt with the Capsule logo on it and some shorts she'd just purchased a few days ago.
"Ready to go Yummy?"
"Hai!"
The two drove on in silence, having nothing to talk about due to weeks without much contact.
Finally they arrived at their restaurant, a rather nice place in the middle of the city.
"Yumcha, how could you afford this?"
He shrugged. "Hey, I'm a baseball player. You'd be surprised how much I make."
The waiter checked for a reservation and seated them. The conversation was rather strained; Bulma found it difficult to talk to him for some reason. Had it always been this hard to make him smile?
The two continued on in
"Bulma, I've got something to tell you…I-I don't think our relationship is turning out very well."
Bulma looked up from her spaghetti to stare at him. "Nani?"
He shook his head. "I mean, we've been through some really great times B-chan, but it's just not what I expected. I was looking for that click; ya know the one you get when you fall in love? It just wasn't there I'm afraid. I mean, I love you to death B, just not in that way. I really wished it was going to work out, but it won't. I tried and tried to find it. I mean, you're beautiful and sweet and kind. A little temperamental, but a great gal none the less. But as I grew older I began to realize my feelings for you weren't as strong as I thought. I just wanted to apologize for being a real jerk in the past but I hate breaking up with people…I hope by pushing you away and seeing other woman you'd leave on your own. But it can't wait any longer. I…I'm going to get married B. I didn't want to tell you over the phone, but face to face. I met this incredible girl named Cindy, and she makes me feel like I've never felt before. It's gotta be love, I can't think what else it could possibly be. I'll miss you B-chan, and I'm sorry. But…we-we can still be friends right?"
Bulma smiled faintly and reached across the table to hold his hand. She realized how cold and clammy they were; he must have been very nervous about breaking up with her.
"It's ok Yummy-kun. I forgive you. I guess I expected this all along. I know what you meant, about wanting that special feeling…I was trying to find something more too, but I never could quite reach it. And lately we've been drifting farther and farther apart…maybe it is best if we break up, before we get really sore at each other. I'm happy that you've found someone like that makes you feel that way, and I hope we can keep being friends for a long, long time."
Yumcha smiled. "You're a wonderful person B. one day you're going to make some guy very happy, because I know you've made me one." He grinned. "And if they ever treat you the way I did, box their ears."
Bulma laughed. "Thanks Yumcha. I'll try and remember that."
The two finished their dinner on a cheerful note, reminiscing about the past and things they did as children. Finally they left, wishing each other well and Yumcha promising to call within the next few days.
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"Hey, I'm home all!" Bulma yelled as she slammed the door to capsule corp. She plopped onto the sofa and taking off her shoes began to massage her sore feet. Her mother hurried out with the foot spa, which Bulma gratefully stuck her feet in.
"Wow dear, you seem tired. Did something happen?"
"Nothing much…I went out with Yumcha today. We ate, we drank, and we broke up. Life goes on."
"What? Oh you poor dear! What happened? Did you fight? Did he cheat on you again? Did-"
"No no mom! We broke up on pretty good terms. We both agreed our relationship had reached a dead end, so we broke it off. No hard feelings, no nothing. He'll call me later this week and we might go to the WWF ring."
"Oh honey…I wish you two could have worked things out. Yumcha was such a nice boy! But you know, if Yumcha's gone that leaves you open for a certain guest at our house…"
Bulma looked horrified. "What? You mean Vegeta? Have you gone mad? I'd never even THINK of him as being attractive, much less as boyfriend material!"
Mrs. Briefs giggled. "Are you sure?"
"Positive!"
"Well if you're sure…but he seems like a nice young man to me."
"Mom, you say that about ALL my ex boyfriends." Bulma said frowning.
"Oh, sorry dear. I'll leave you alone about it…for now." With that Mrs. Briefs shuffled off to some other part of the house, her bubbly laughter echoing off the walls.
"Oy…the people I call family." Bulma muttered.
Just as she was about to turn on the T.V one of the shadows on the wall suddenly moved. Vegeta walked out from his hiding place and rested his elbows on the back of the couch.
"So, you left your boyfriend eh? No tears this time? I'm surprised. Last time you were crying out Niagara falls."
"Shut up Vegeta." Bulma snapped. Secretly she really did feel like crying. After all she'd been with Yumcha almost her whole life; it was a shame it had to end so suddenly. She blinked away a few tears that began to form and turned to glare at him.
"Why do you care anyway? It's not like you liked the guy. Truth be told he didn't think to fondly of you either."
Vegeta shrugged. "I don't care. I'm just surprised that you're not as upset. I thought you loved the guy."
"That's why we broke up. I didn't love him," She lowered her head and spoke more softly. "I don't think I'll ever find love."
Vegeta snorted and waved his hand. "Foolish human emotion. I can't believe you people with all this sentimental crap. Saiyans have no need for it, and neither should you."
"Oh, and I suppose Saiyans are so much better than normal people?"
Vegeta smirked. "Hey you said it, not me."
Bulma reached up over the chair and smacked him hard. He fell back a little and looked stunned for a moment before he tightened his face into a scowl.
"If you were anyone else you'd be dead right now." It was a statement, not a threat.
"Well I'm not anyone else, now am I?"
Vegeta grinned at her in a sadistic kind of way, then backed up the stairs and was gone.
"Jerk." She thought to herself as she switched on the T.V.
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Vegeta shifted from foot to foot watching the Briefs set to work on the Gravitron. The whole thing was a quick, quite business; the only words exchanged were when Bulma or Dr. Briefs asked for a tool. Mrs. Briefs was standing at ready with her drink tray, dashing over whenever her daughter or husband waved at her for a refill.
Finally the installation was finished. Bulma and Vegeta walked into the gravitron and Bulma dashed over and flipped up the AC switch. Beautiful chilly air filled the room, cooling the hot metal walls. Bulma sighed with contentment, then closed her eyes and stretched her arms lazily. She looked up just in time to see Vegeta come barreling into her with his shoulder, sending her back with an OOF!
"Don't I even get to breath first?!"
Vegeta leapt at her and attacked with a barrage of punches. "No."
The two continued in this way for quite some time, with neither gaining the upper hand. Finally Bulma simply realized how late it was getting, and decided to get it over with.
Concentrating, she thought about the form she had achieved briefly the other day. A tail, her light blue hair and dark eyes…the details were blurry, but clear enough that she could paint a fairly decent picture in her head.
Vegeta noted that she had stopped moving and watched with interest what he was doing. All of a sudden he sensed her ki increasing, taking on a rather…saiyan feeling.
She twitched a little, then her body flashed with a vibrant blue aura. Vegeta shot back a few feet and watched as she began her transformation.
"Woman, have you gone mad? Are you trying to kill use both?"
She grinned at him and shook her hair. It flickered and faded into a light blue color, and her eyes turned a deep cobalt blue. She laughed a little as the transformation finished, and turned to look over at a shocked Vegeta.
"You…you've mastered the transformation?"
She shrugged. "I have a lot of free time on my hands."
Without warning she leapt forward and shoved hard into him, sending him to the floor. Sitting down on his knees she grabbed both his arms and pinned them to his sides. She smirked at his stunned expression and leaned forward to gloat.
"You shouldn't let your guard down like that Veggie-chan…underestimating you enemies like that will get you killed."
"Ch. I don't need you telling me what to do onna. I've been doing fine without someone coaching me from the sidelines, and I don't need help now."
"I'm not coaching you. Just a helpful hint from a friend."
"I don't need friends. The only reason I'm even helping you is because I owe you something for letting me live with you."
Bulma blinked. Vegeta? Accepting help from someone? It's a national holiday!
"Oh yeah, that reminds me Veggie-chan…I have something for you."
"Oh yeah? Like-"
She leaned forward and kissed him. Not a peck on the lips either, but the kind of kiss you'd see in a spicy PG-13. Vegeta was taken aback a bit, but he was enjoying it all the same. Closing his eyes he leaned into the kiss and returned it with just as much passion (LOL, this is gonna turn into a really bad porno in a few mintues…)
All at once Bulma hopped up and released his arms. Vegeta opened his eyes slowly and propped himself on his elbows. He frowned at her, not an angry frown but a confused one.
"What was that for?"
She smiled. "To thank you. For training me. I figured I owed you something a little more personal since you've been giving up all your free time to help me."
"Wow," He said returning the grin. "I should help you more often."
Bulma laughed and jumped back into a fighting stance. Vegeta stood up and assumed the same.
"Watch out Veggie-chan. Just because I like you doesn't mean I'm gonna go easy on you."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Like me? Nani?"
She just giggled and charged up a ki blast to attack.
