Hi all….I am writing once again! Chapter 9 finally up!!: 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 own 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: Once again I am sorry to all you loyal Yamcha fans, but this second part is going to be more Yamcha bashing! Please don't flame me! Hope ya'll like this second part. Sorry to keep you peeps waiting! Warning!!: OOCness. I don't know how far, but you'll see what I mean. So please, no flames! I took a leap of faith on it. Thanks! ^_^
Thanks to for all those who sent in 34+ reviews!
And a special thank you to Midnight and SSJPrincess for giving me ideas and lines for this Chapter. You're the best guys!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Nine
In front of the Capsule Corp. Mansion…
Standing at the doorstep, Yamcha played out the events to come. "Okay…lets see…I'll just stand there and say "Bulma, you and I have been going out for awhile now…and…and" Nono…that's not going to work!" Yamcha began to pace. He tried desperately to figure out what to say. He thought of the simple approach. He shuttered. He didn't want to add on to the pain of breaking up. So, the simple approach was out of the question.
After a few moments of consideration, Yamcha finally decided just to tell her the truth.
The truth hit him hard when he thought about it. He didn't really love her. 'Then why did I stay with her?' he asked himself, stopping his frustrating paces that were leading in a small circle on the lawn. That was the million-dollar question. He didn't exactly know. He's memories flooded black to when he first met her. She was only 16 at the time…He was 19. He grinned. He was so young and innocent then. He was deathly afraid of woman and hide in the dessert because of it. Did he stay with her all this time just because of the fact she not only was his first girlfriend, but the fact that she was the result of his fear diminishing? "I guess that's why I never broke it off with her, eh?" he asked himself out loud. Yamcha pondered on the thought.
"Yamcha? What are you doing out here? I thought you were sick" Bulma's surprised voice interrupted his thoughts.
Yamcha snapped his eyes at her, looking like a deer caught in a car's taillights. "Huh? Oh…I umm…I was…I mean I am!…but I needed to talk to you Bulma" he said, uneasy, trying to decide his next choice of words.
Bulma eyed him for a second. "Come on in" she answered finally, pulling open the door wide enough for Yamcha to come through.
When Yamcha stepped inside, the first thing he noticed was how sexy Bulma looked. She was wearing a satin-laced gown that hugged her every curve, flowing just above her creamy knees. Lying gently around her was her silk robe. It hung loosely around her body, not tied down at the straps, it had been blown slightly back revealing Bulma's slight cleavage. Yamcha didn't realize he was staring, until Bulma waved a hand in front of his face, when he snapped out of it, Bulma looked amused.
"You like what you see Yamcha?" she teased. She had noticed his drooling. He was looking at her cleavage.
Yamcha shook his head slightly, then blushed. "Yes….Of course! Why wouldn't you be?" he laughed uneasy.
Bulma eyed him, realizing something was up. She saw it in his actions. "Yamcha, why did you come over at 9 o' clock at night?" she asked, crosses her arms loosely in front of her chest.
Yamcha gulped. He knew this look. She was beginning to wonder exactly why. Could he tell her now? 'Yes, I got to' he then motioned for her to sit down. Sitting down first, he patted the seat by him.
Bulma eyed him for a minute, before complying and taking the seat next to him. Her delicate arms still crossed loosely over her chest.
"Bulma" he began, "I came over to talk to you about something…" he said, feeling himself beginning to become at a loss for words.
Bulma looked at him over. He was tense. She held back her surprised. 'Tense? He's almost never tense. What's up with him?' she asked herself.
Yamcha caught her looking at him, he continued, "We need to talk" he felt a lump form in his throat.
Bulma blinked, "About what Yamcha?" she asked, and loosening her crossed arms to have them rest softly in her lap.
Yamcha looked into her eyes, trying to figure out what to say. He was indeed not in love with her, but he didn't want to hurt her either. So, in the best way possible, he said, "Bulma, ever since we were teenagers, we have been going out, right?"
Bulma nodded.
"Well, I've noticed that for the past 3 years now we have been drifting apart. Especially since I got wished back. It especially didn't help when you let a certain monkey man come to live with you" his voice held a bitter sarcasm that made Bulma shiver.
Bulma was shocked at first, but then became enraged. Bulma promptly stood up, anger surging through her like fire. "How dare you talk about Vegeta like that in such a matter!!" Bulma yelled, her voice echoed off the mansion walls. "I'll have you know Yamcha, he's not a monkey! He's the Prince of all Saiyans you dolt!" Bulma's sea blue eyes cast a wild storm like the sea was in a hurricane.
Yamcha froze. he was shocked. She was defending him! Yamcha felt betrayed. How could she defend that monster that came to Earth not to long ago to destroy it?! It didn't make any sense. Then it hit him. It hit hard. Yamcha scowled. "Your little witch! You feel for that stupid baka Saiyan!!!" Yamcha jumped up, anger surging though his every pore.
Bulma's now anger turned to madness. How dare he call her a witch. "How dare you!!! You insensitive baka!" she bared her teeth. "I'll have you know I have not fallen for Vegeta! Unlike you who looks at every wench in a mini dress!!" Bulma eyes raged, her arms on her hips, she tried desperately to fight the urge that was welding up inside her to knock him out. But his comment shocked her. 'Do I really feel for the Saiyan prince who is royal pain in the…' her thoughts and emotions were cut short, but Yamcha grabbing her by the shoulders roughly, glaring down at her.
"Take that back!!" he snapped. His eyes grew dangerous. Bulma's heart stopped. Her fear drove her to become weak in the knees. But something was there too. Her pride. Frowning up at him, she dared him to hit her. "No! Why should I? You've cheated out me, hurt me, and then begged for my forgiveness!! I will not take it back because YOU know its true!!!" her words pierced him. It drove him to be even angrier. "Why you little wench! I have…" he started, but Bulma's sudden roars interrupted him. "YOU HAVE WHAT!!!? Nothing!! All you have done is been a disgraceful boyfriend Yamcha! You said we have drifted apart in the last 3 years…well….your right! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! You did it!" Bulma's eyes flamed with rage unheard of by even a human.
Yamcha froze. He looked down at Bulma and realized how she felt. She didn't feel the same way. Yamcha face faulted. "Well, then…maybe it would be best if we went our separate ways and just be friends?" Yamcha's voice became uneasily quiet.
Bulma was still pissed off, yes, but now as she looked at his new expression, she soften…a little. "I guess so" she eyed him.
Yamcha let her go. He studied her. He now felt anything he said wouldn't matter from this point. So, he said, "Bulma. I still care for you, but this is the right thing. We knew this was coming for a long time now" he said fidgety with his jacket.
Bulma nodded. "Yes. I had a feeling it would happen." What else could she say? She was at a lose for words.
Yamcha sighed and turned on his heel, leaving a emotional Bulma behind. But just before he left, he turned to Bulma with a thoughtful look, "Bulma?"
Bulma looked at him, not sure what to say or do at this moment. "Yes?"
"Are we….you know…friends now?" he asked awkwardly.
Bulma nodded, "Yes…I guess so" she said, walking to the door. "Yamcha?" she said.
Yamcha had the same look on his face. "Yes Bulma?"
"Despite it all. I wish you luck and a happy love life" she said, fighting the urge to cry suddenly. She couldn't believe what was happening.
Yamcha grinned. "Thanks" then he added, "I hope the same for you" he knew who would win her love. But he dare not reveal the feeling that nagged him for months now.
The feeling that this would happen and who she would run too. Snapping out of it, Yamcha grinned once more, turned around and closed the Manson door behind him.
Bulma in the middle of the room for a minute. Pondering on her clouded feelings.
Why wasn't she crying now? And why did she feel relieved?? Bulma looked around, not knowing what to think. She indeed felt better. Then something hit her. 'did I ever love him?' Bulma cared for him yes, but loved. She thought she did at one time, but now she realized she only cared for him and that was it. Bulma then grinned, knowing now her feelings. She was glad she was now free, because a certain Saiyan caught her eye.
The sexy Saiyan male whose pride and arrogance won her tattered heart. Feeling like she now won the world, she went into her room to take a long, hot bubble bath and to think of a certain Prince that stole her interests.
Hihi once again! I am sorry, but this what you might say the middle chapter between Part One and Part Two. Part Two will be next!!! Promise!! R/R please and constructive flaming welcome!!
Disclaimer: I don't own 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: Once again I am sorry to all you loyal Yamcha fans, but this second part is going to be more Yamcha bashing! Please don't flame me! Hope ya'll like this second part. Sorry to keep you peeps waiting! Warning!!: OOCness. I don't know how far, but you'll see what I mean. So please, no flames! I took a leap of faith on it. Thanks! ^_^
Thanks to for all those who sent in 34+ reviews!
And a special thank you to Midnight and SSJPrincess for giving me ideas and lines for this Chapter. You're the best guys!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Nine
In front of the Capsule Corp. Mansion…
Standing at the doorstep, Yamcha played out the events to come. "Okay…lets see…I'll just stand there and say "Bulma, you and I have been going out for awhile now…and…and" Nono…that's not going to work!" Yamcha began to pace. He tried desperately to figure out what to say. He thought of the simple approach. He shuttered. He didn't want to add on to the pain of breaking up. So, the simple approach was out of the question.
After a few moments of consideration, Yamcha finally decided just to tell her the truth.
The truth hit him hard when he thought about it. He didn't really love her. 'Then why did I stay with her?' he asked himself, stopping his frustrating paces that were leading in a small circle on the lawn. That was the million-dollar question. He didn't exactly know. He's memories flooded black to when he first met her. She was only 16 at the time…He was 19. He grinned. He was so young and innocent then. He was deathly afraid of woman and hide in the dessert because of it. Did he stay with her all this time just because of the fact she not only was his first girlfriend, but the fact that she was the result of his fear diminishing? "I guess that's why I never broke it off with her, eh?" he asked himself out loud. Yamcha pondered on the thought.
"Yamcha? What are you doing out here? I thought you were sick" Bulma's surprised voice interrupted his thoughts.
Yamcha snapped his eyes at her, looking like a deer caught in a car's taillights. "Huh? Oh…I umm…I was…I mean I am!…but I needed to talk to you Bulma" he said, uneasy, trying to decide his next choice of words.
Bulma eyed him for a second. "Come on in" she answered finally, pulling open the door wide enough for Yamcha to come through.
When Yamcha stepped inside, the first thing he noticed was how sexy Bulma looked. She was wearing a satin-laced gown that hugged her every curve, flowing just above her creamy knees. Lying gently around her was her silk robe. It hung loosely around her body, not tied down at the straps, it had been blown slightly back revealing Bulma's slight cleavage. Yamcha didn't realize he was staring, until Bulma waved a hand in front of his face, when he snapped out of it, Bulma looked amused.
"You like what you see Yamcha?" she teased. She had noticed his drooling. He was looking at her cleavage.
Yamcha shook his head slightly, then blushed. "Yes….Of course! Why wouldn't you be?" he laughed uneasy.
Bulma eyed him, realizing something was up. She saw it in his actions. "Yamcha, why did you come over at 9 o' clock at night?" she asked, crosses her arms loosely in front of her chest.
Yamcha gulped. He knew this look. She was beginning to wonder exactly why. Could he tell her now? 'Yes, I got to' he then motioned for her to sit down. Sitting down first, he patted the seat by him.
Bulma eyed him for a minute, before complying and taking the seat next to him. Her delicate arms still crossed loosely over her chest.
"Bulma" he began, "I came over to talk to you about something…" he said, feeling himself beginning to become at a loss for words.
Bulma looked at him over. He was tense. She held back her surprised. 'Tense? He's almost never tense. What's up with him?' she asked herself.
Yamcha caught her looking at him, he continued, "We need to talk" he felt a lump form in his throat.
Bulma blinked, "About what Yamcha?" she asked, and loosening her crossed arms to have them rest softly in her lap.
Yamcha looked into her eyes, trying to figure out what to say. He was indeed not in love with her, but he didn't want to hurt her either. So, in the best way possible, he said, "Bulma, ever since we were teenagers, we have been going out, right?"
Bulma nodded.
"Well, I've noticed that for the past 3 years now we have been drifting apart. Especially since I got wished back. It especially didn't help when you let a certain monkey man come to live with you" his voice held a bitter sarcasm that made Bulma shiver.
Bulma was shocked at first, but then became enraged. Bulma promptly stood up, anger surging through her like fire. "How dare you talk about Vegeta like that in such a matter!!" Bulma yelled, her voice echoed off the mansion walls. "I'll have you know Yamcha, he's not a monkey! He's the Prince of all Saiyans you dolt!" Bulma's sea blue eyes cast a wild storm like the sea was in a hurricane.
Yamcha froze. he was shocked. She was defending him! Yamcha felt betrayed. How could she defend that monster that came to Earth not to long ago to destroy it?! It didn't make any sense. Then it hit him. It hit hard. Yamcha scowled. "Your little witch! You feel for that stupid baka Saiyan!!!" Yamcha jumped up, anger surging though his every pore.
Bulma's now anger turned to madness. How dare he call her a witch. "How dare you!!! You insensitive baka!" she bared her teeth. "I'll have you know I have not fallen for Vegeta! Unlike you who looks at every wench in a mini dress!!" Bulma eyes raged, her arms on her hips, she tried desperately to fight the urge that was welding up inside her to knock him out. But his comment shocked her. 'Do I really feel for the Saiyan prince who is royal pain in the…' her thoughts and emotions were cut short, but Yamcha grabbing her by the shoulders roughly, glaring down at her.
"Take that back!!" he snapped. His eyes grew dangerous. Bulma's heart stopped. Her fear drove her to become weak in the knees. But something was there too. Her pride. Frowning up at him, she dared him to hit her. "No! Why should I? You've cheated out me, hurt me, and then begged for my forgiveness!! I will not take it back because YOU know its true!!!" her words pierced him. It drove him to be even angrier. "Why you little wench! I have…" he started, but Bulma's sudden roars interrupted him. "YOU HAVE WHAT!!!? Nothing!! All you have done is been a disgraceful boyfriend Yamcha! You said we have drifted apart in the last 3 years…well….your right! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! You did it!" Bulma's eyes flamed with rage unheard of by even a human.
Yamcha froze. He looked down at Bulma and realized how she felt. She didn't feel the same way. Yamcha face faulted. "Well, then…maybe it would be best if we went our separate ways and just be friends?" Yamcha's voice became uneasily quiet.
Bulma was still pissed off, yes, but now as she looked at his new expression, she soften…a little. "I guess so" she eyed him.
Yamcha let her go. He studied her. He now felt anything he said wouldn't matter from this point. So, he said, "Bulma. I still care for you, but this is the right thing. We knew this was coming for a long time now" he said fidgety with his jacket.
Bulma nodded. "Yes. I had a feeling it would happen." What else could she say? She was at a lose for words.
Yamcha sighed and turned on his heel, leaving a emotional Bulma behind. But just before he left, he turned to Bulma with a thoughtful look, "Bulma?"
Bulma looked at him, not sure what to say or do at this moment. "Yes?"
"Are we….you know…friends now?" he asked awkwardly.
Bulma nodded, "Yes…I guess so" she said, walking to the door. "Yamcha?" she said.
Yamcha had the same look on his face. "Yes Bulma?"
"Despite it all. I wish you luck and a happy love life" she said, fighting the urge to cry suddenly. She couldn't believe what was happening.
Yamcha grinned. "Thanks" then he added, "I hope the same for you" he knew who would win her love. But he dare not reveal the feeling that nagged him for months now.
The feeling that this would happen and who she would run too. Snapping out of it, Yamcha grinned once more, turned around and closed the Manson door behind him.
Bulma in the middle of the room for a minute. Pondering on her clouded feelings.
Why wasn't she crying now? And why did she feel relieved?? Bulma looked around, not knowing what to think. She indeed felt better. Then something hit her. 'did I ever love him?' Bulma cared for him yes, but loved. She thought she did at one time, but now she realized she only cared for him and that was it. Bulma then grinned, knowing now her feelings. She was glad she was now free, because a certain Saiyan caught her eye.
The sexy Saiyan male whose pride and arrogance won her tattered heart. Feeling like she now won the world, she went into her room to take a long, hot bubble bath and to think of a certain Prince that stole her interests.
Hihi once again! I am sorry, but this what you might say the middle chapter between Part One and Part Two. Part Two will be next!!! Promise!! R/R please and constructive flaming welcome!!
