Title: Fraud Love
Chapter 2: Phone Talk
Author's notes: Thanks for reviewing the last chapter (for those who did anyway). I think this chapter is kind of short. Please R&R!
Yamcha's clumsily fingers pressed the buttons on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Bulma, it's Yamcha."
"Oh, hi Yamcha. Thanks for calling. I needed to talk to someone. Vegeta is being such a jerk."
"Listen babe," He said quickly, ignoring what Bulma said. "I need to cancel tonight."
"Why?"
"I went to the doctor and I don't feel to good. I need to rest for a couple of days."
"Oh," Bulma said sadly. She tapped her fingers on the table. "Well, how about if I come over and make dinner at your place? I won't-"
"No," Yamcha said angrily. "I-I mean, a friend of mine on my old baseball team is coming to help me. Sorry."
"Okay." Bulma said with a frown. "How about tomorrow night? I don't have any plans. I'll come over and cook for you then." There was a pause on Yamcha's side of the phone. "Yamcha? You there?"
"Yeah. I had to look on my calendar. Sorry girl, I wouldn't count on it. I'm busy all this and next week."
Liar, Bulma thought. When can you stop lying to me bastard? "Whatever," Bulma said and quickly hanged up the phone before Yamcha had a chance to speak.
"Bulma?" He heard the phone go dead on him. Yamcha slowly put the phone down. He walked to the kitchen where two guys were playing poker.
"So, you canceled with your girl?" A blond man asked him. His eyes were light blue that could be mistaken for a shade of gray.
"Yeah, she didn't seem to happy about it." Yamcha slide into the chair.
"Listen," A man with brown skin and black hair said. "She is a woman. "They get over guys canceling on them and not showing up on time. They have feelings, but they learn to get over them.
"Not my girl, Dean," Yamcha replied. He led back into his chair. "When she's mad at me, she's mad at me. She'll start throwing vases and glass at me."
"Well, teach her a lesson," The blond guy said. "It won't hurt her. Yell at her or somethin'. You could break up with her, or…"
"Or what?"
"Teach her a lesson that she will never forget." Dean said with a grin. "Something simple. I don't mean treating to kill her…"
"I'll think about it." Yamcha tapped his fingers on the table. "Lets start this game you guys."
~*~*~
Bulma sat on her bed in her nightgown. Her journal rested on her lap and a pen between her fingers. She looked at what she wrote for the day's entry:
What can I say besides Vegeta being a big jerk? I care about him. I don't want his life destroyed just because he wants Goku dead. To tell you the truth, I think I don't just care about him; but like him too! Why does Vegeta act the way he does though? Is it because of how he was treated when he was young?
Yamcha canceled with me, AGAIN! I think he's up to something. Is he cheating on me again? Fooling around with some girl? Why can't he tell me the truth for once?
Bulma stared at her writing and continued.
I think my relationship with Yamcha is slowly falling apart. I want him to care for me, like when we were younger-I mean, I know he cares about me. It's just that, it's hard to tell. I can't tell from a lie to the truth from him. Our love is drifting away…
She closed her diary. A tear landed on the cover of it. Bulma wiped it away and placed the diary on her lamp table. Yamcha has changed somehow, she thought. There's just something about him. Something made him change. Something had an affect on him.
Her phone ranged and she answered it. "Hello?"
"Listen little bitch," A female voice said. "Yamcha belongs to me. He's mine. He shouldn't even be around a crazy old bitch like you. You hear?"
"Who the hell is this?"
"Little bitch, just back the fuck off him. He doesn't love you anymore. He loves me."
"How dare you talk to me like that you dumb dipshit!"
"Just back the fuck off of Yamcha! I don't want my eyes seeing the two of you holding hands. If I do, doctors will be your next best friends."
"Listen to me asshole-"
Click.
"Bitch!" Bulma shouted into the receiver. She quickly slammed the phone and turned off the light. Bulma pulled up the blankets up to her chin. Bulma's blood drained from her face. Her face turned pale and she began to shake. She cried herself to sleep.
A/N: Like it? I'll give you people a little peak to the next chapter…
…"I need you help, Vegeta, please..." There was a short pause….
Well, that's all I'm going to say. Oh yeah, I need a name for Bulma's older sister. Any suggestions? Who's here on NeoPets? My username is bulmagirl16. I want to add some people to my friend list. Please review!