CHAPTER 18- Awaiting The Day
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- Yamcha, this isn't working out, I think I need some space
'No, that won't work, I've had a whole year of space!' Bulma drew a line through that option and tried again
- Yamcha, I've met someone new, he's a mass-murdering alien from Goku's home planet, but he's nice really. Yes, by the way Goku is an alien.
'Yeah, that's breaking it to him easy!' Bulma sighed and stared blankly at her page full of crossed out sentences.
She had been labouring over her diary for an hour now trying to work out the best way to let Yamcha down lightly. It seemed no easy option was going to present itself, no matter how long she worked.
'Unless he's met someone new as well!' she was hopeful, but then dismissed the idea 'who could he possibly find to replace me?'
She tapped her paper with her pen for a couple of minutes and then started scribbling again. Meanwhile Vegeta had wandered in, wondering what she could be working so hard over. He peered over her shoulder to read her most recently scribbled phrase.
- Yamcha, I've unselfishly decided to set you free to play the field (note to self: start crying here) I know it's what you've always wanted. This has been a very hard decision for me to make, but I think it's for the best (insert Yamcha's protests here) no, no, don't worry about me, somehow I will find a way to love again! Goodbye Yamcha!
Vegeta snorted, startling Bulma who had previously been unaware of his presence.
"Can't you do any better than that?" he smirked
"Can you??" Bulma snapped in reply.
"Sure, how about 'dear Yamcha, I'm dumping you because you are a loser and I found someone stronger'"
"Really sensitive Vegeta." Bulma rolled her eyes "besides, how do you know you're stronger than Yamcha? You've never met him never mind fought him!"
"Oh but I will." He smirked as he turned and left the room, his tail swaying mischievously behind
Bulma sighed, 'that's going to be a barrel of laughs when I get him home' she thought to her self in apprehension.
She was a month into her 'relationship' with Vegeta now, if it could even be called a relationship. They still argued, and she couldn't think of many very romantic moments they'd shared over the last month, the only difference to their previous relationship was that he got to boast about how strong/ intelligent/ witty he was night and day and she wasn't allowed to disagree, unless she wanted an even more irritating lecture about how a saiya-jin's mate must never offend his pride. On his home planet, he claimed, this was punishable by death.
Bulma shuddered
"What's the deal with calling me your 'mate' anyway? What are we? Wild animals? Monkeys maybe?" she had said to him once, she was met by the chilliest of glares, before remembering that Vegeta didn't take kindly to being called a monkey, thanks to the lizard man.
It was now only a month until her friends would embark on the expedition to namek, and Bulma felt more homesick than ever. For the first time since she met the z gang, they were going on a dragon ball hunt without her. She couldn't help feeling really depressed at the thought that they would actually be doing fine without her, they didn't need her like they used to, especially Goku. She gave a half laugh as she remembered how clueless he had once been, he'd never even seen a girl before her! But soon her thoughts turned back to sadness.
She couldn't fight the bad guys, they were too strong and not even her genius mind could come up with the technology to stop them, and now she wasn't even needed on the dragon ball hunt. Freiza, the lizard man, would come to her home planet one day (if only she had known how soon) and she was powerless to help her friends, or the man she was 'kind of sure' she loved. She gave a big sigh and tried to think consoling thoughts. Finally she found one
"I only have to put up with one space ship ride with Yajarobe!!" she laughed out loud.
Outside Vegeta was attempting to clear his mind before meditation, but Bulma's laughter broke his concentration, and his mind wandered back to what he was trying to clear his mind of.
He hated this waiting. As much as he was capable of it he 'liked' spending time with Bulma, but he still hated being in this place. All he could think of was his impending fight with Frieza, and it was driving him insane. He was as close to nervous as he'd ever been, while at the same time he was more eager than ever for their meeting to come.
In a way, he wished he'd never met Bulma, because now he had something to lose. If Frieza found out about 'the proud monkey prince' having a girlfriend, he'd have a field day. He loved to exploit weakness, that was what made him so terrible, the tiniest crack in Vegeta's emotional armor and he'd be dead, he was sure of it. Then there was the fact that he had to find a way to break it to Bulma that the first thing he would be doing when they were revived would not be, as she thought, settling down for a quiet life on earth with her, but chasing around half the galaxy trying to find, and destroy Frieza. The more he thought about it, the less impressed he realized she'd be. He closed his eyes and turned his face toward the ever present, warming sun. He eventually decided that his best option would be to not say a word until they were revived and had reached earth where he would find a space pod or some such technology, and then start his search before Bulma had time to object. He knew she couldn't stop him, but she could certainly give him a migraine.
Bulma finally put her pen down and decided that no amount of planning was going to make breaking up with Yamcha any easier. She smiled a sad, resigned smile to herself and wandered down the stairs to cook dinner before Vegeta ordered her to.
End of chapter 18!!!! Soon I will be in the twenties!!! I'm pretty sure no one is reading anymore, but ah well. It'll end eventually I promise!