Hi all! As promised! As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. excited! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Yay!, it about to get more gory, so keep reading!

Disclaimer: I don't any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~

AN: Here we go again…another Yamcha bashing!….well, part one anyway. Hehe. Sorry to all you Yamcha lovers. I am just playing this all by ear. This is when I will kick it into high gear and introduce more about "The Watcher". Stay tuned for the following chapters where it goes into detail about who "The Watcher" is and where he came from. ^^



Wishful dreams, tattered hearts

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Chapter Six





Early Saturday Morning…5 days later…



Bulma was jumpy. All she did was avoid mirrors, windows, and all things that caused refection in fear that "He" would be watching her. She was afraid. Every turn she took, all she would do was imagine he would be around the corner, ready to rip her apart, to leave her bloody parts to be found by her devastated loved ones.

In her lab, where Bulma was at the moment, she felt secure. Her lab was her sanctuary. Right now, locked in the room, all she did was work to keep her mind off the troubles that's been happening to her lately. But, even now as she typed feverously on her laptop, her thoughts were on the events that have been happening. Who is he? Why is he after her? What can she do to fight back?…these and many other question soaked into her thoughts like a sponge that soaked up water.

Suddenly…

KNOCK KNOCK!!

Bulma screamed and fell to the floor, banging her knee sharply against the desk. "Ow!" she cried out. Rubbing her knee, Bulma hobbled to her locked door. From outside, Bulma heard her mother calling her. "Bulma baby, its me…Mom" Mrs. Briefs called from behind the heavy door.

Bulma sighed. She was relieved it was her mother and not Vegeta wanting his ritual meals. Composing herself, Bulma slowly opened the door with her best fake smile. "Hi mom, what's up?" she asked in her best cheery tone, but it sounded more like she has laryngitis. Mrs. Briefs eyed her daughter. "You alright baby?" she asked, looking over her only daughter. Bulma smiled weakly, "Yes mom. I'm fine. I'm just tired. I've been at this new project all day" she said truefully. Mrs. Briefs, now convinced, went back to being cheery. "The reason I came up here sweetie is to tell you Yamcha is on the phone"

Bulma gasped, "Oh my Dende…I forgot! Tonight is the concert! I bet he called to remind me" Bulma smiled. "Such a gentlemen" she said, rushing past her mother to

Get to the phone downstairs. When she answered it, she heard a coughing sound.

"Hello? Yamcha?"

"Yeah, hey babe" Yamcha started. He coughed then continued. "I'm sorry, but I can't make it tonight"

Bulma heart sank in disappointment. "Why? What's wrong? Are you sick?" she said, worried.

Yamcha faked a stuffed up nose, "Yea babe. I came down with a terrorable cold last night. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cancel our date for tonight" Yamcha coughed again and moaned as if he was in pain.

Bulma was disappointed, yes, but she was worried about her boyfriend. "Oh…okay. Its okay. Ummm, do you want me to bring you some soup or something?"

Yamcha voice quivered a bit, "No….no, that's alright babe. I got plenty of soup and crackers to last me for the rest of my cold" he faked another hacking cough, then continued. "I'll call you when I feel better. Right now, I'm going to bed to get some rest"

Bulma nodded, "Okay sweetie. Take care"

"You too babe, bye" and with that, Yamcha hung up the phone.

Bulma hung up the phone. Something wasn't right. He heart told her that. But her mind didn't want to believe that he was cheating again. Shaking her thoughts, she decided to bring some soup anyway. With a hum in her throat, she went to the task of making Yamcha some of her famous vegetable soup.

Meanwhile, overhearing the conversation, Vegeta became enraged. He knew what that weakling Yamcha was up too. He also knew Bulma would find out. She would end it, he'd come crawling back, she would forgive him, and then the same heartbreaking cycle would begin all over again. He cursed himself for feeling emotions, but what was he to do? Deny his own gut of how he feels for the woman he wanted to mate. 'Did I just think that' he cursed himself for what he thought. 'Me!? Mate with a human. A weak, pitiful human such as her.' But he knew, somehow, she had a hold on him. A mental and physical hold that she alone mastered. He also know he had bonded with her. This scared him. For the first time in his life, he didn't know how to defeat his rival. Who wasn't his rival at all, but a beautiful woman who somehow managed to tam his heart. Vegeta growled once again, trying his best to push those feelings aside.

Clutching his fists, Vegeta stomped outside to his gravity room. To train and to get his mind off of her. But it was no use. The more harder he trained, the more he found himself imaging himself pleasing her in everyway. Touching her, kissing her, taking in her wonderful sent, making her call out his name as he kissed butterfly kisses all around her exposed neck and shoulder areas, and he felt heat like never before as he crushed his mouth on her neck, digging his sharp Saiyan teeth into her neck making her his forever. Vegeta shocked his head, he couldn't focus. Not with Bulma distracting his

Every waking moment.

Shutting off the Gravity room, Vegeta went outside. It was mid day went he came out. The sun was high, sending a soft warmth throughout the area in covered. Stretching, Vegeta took in the sun's warmth. It soothed his nerves sometimes when he found himself all alone. Walking to a law chair in the back by the pool, Vegeta laid down to rest awhile. He needed rest. His body screamed for it. Lying down, he soon dozed off. Who would have thought, The Watcher was watching him…







Hi all peeps, I know I know!…noooooooo cliffhanger! Tehehehe! I couldn't help myself! ^_~ How did you like it? Boring? Cool! Needs work? More!!? What? Drop me some lines..R/R or contractive flames welcome!