Disclaimer: no, I do not own DBZ. What is with all this crappy crap anyway?
~Third POV~
Yamcha didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to get away. He knew by now what they were going to do, and guessing by their ki's going so high, what they had already done.
He cursed himself, knowing that if he had stayed with Bulma, none of this would've happened. He might've been with her right now, watching a movie - well, Bulma would. He would just watch her. Just waiting for the scary part when she would lean into him.
Yamcha loved that. It made him feel very strong just then, knowing she needed his comfort.
He frowned. (Now she has Vegeta's. I suppose I should be happy for her; that somebody as strong as Vegeta was there to take care of her. There was little to no chance of her being physically hurt while he was watching over her.)
Yamcha landed, for some odd reason, at his old place in the desert. The home he had before he met Bulma and Goku. Just him and Puar, stealing what they needed.
Yamcha sighed and sat down on the floor, feeling very heartbroken for some reason.
After all, he really should be happy that Bulma could move on so fast - and to someone as powerful as Vegeta, but that only made him feel insignificant and weak.
He knew full well that he was now one of the strongest fighters in the universe, stronger than every other human on the planet, save Tien. But still, he was nowhere near as good as Vegeta. He knew, also, that he would always be that way.
Yamcha thumped the back of his head against the wall and closed his eyes, wishing he could go back in time and take back all the stupid things he did to lose her. But then again, he already got his second chance with her, and blew it.
All at once he was angrier than he ever felt being in his entire life. (She went to VEGETA?! How could she go to HIM?! She told me she ALWAYS hated him!!)
Yamcha leapt up and began flying faster than he ever had towards Capsule Corp. (So I screwed up! So what?! If I'm not good enough for Bulma, then Vegeta sure as Hell isn't any better! I'll just have to prove it!)
He made it there in record time. It took very little concentration to find Vegeta, with Bulma, still inside the GR.
He growled, unlike his entire façade. The door was closed now, to his somewhat relief. But the window was fogged slightly, which enraged him more.
Bulma had made it easy, putting labels by the buttons in an attempt to prove that Vegeta was stupid.
He pushed the button that said "Open Door" with "You Stupid Monkey" scratched out beneath it.
The door opened and Vegeta turned his head to see who it was, though by his smirk Yamcha guessed he already knew.
"You damned bastard," he whispered, taking in the fact that Bulma was still passed out next to him.
"It doesn't take a genius to know how badly she wanted me over you," Vegeta replied coolly, still smirking.
"Does that also mean she gives out charity fucks?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and growled. The only thing that held him back from killing the weakling on the spot was that Vegeta felt very possessive over Bulma already, and refused to let the weakling see her naked, never mind the fact that he already might've.
A long, slow moan escaped Bulma's lips as she moved very little, snuggling closer to Vegeta. She turned so that Yamcha got a good view of the side of her neck.
Yamcha gasped. "You gave her a hickey?!"
"Dumb shit," Vegeta muttered. "It's a Saiyan Blood Bond."
"You did WHAT?!"
"Shh!!" Vegeta hissed. "Don't wake her. She'll need all the energy she can get for what I have planned."
"Have planned when?"
Vegeta smirked again and turned his head away from Yamcha, brushing back a few strands of hair from Bulma's face, mainly because he knew it would upset the Weakling human.
From several feet away, and with his back turned, Vegeta could still feel Yamcha's eye twitch.
Chuckling at this, Vegeta reached out and grabbed their clothes, covering Bulma and putting on his shorts.
He stood up and faced Yamcha. "Do you have anything else to say?"
Yamcha didn't respond at first. He was looking at Vegeta's neck. It had a bite, like Bulma's did. He shuddered slightly thinking of her teeth sinking into Vegeta's flesh, then got a worse one as he remembered the fact that they just fucked here just minutes ago.
"Getting cold, I presume?" Vegeta asked, not really caring.
"No," Yamcha snapped back. "Getting sick to my stomach! How could you take advantage of her like that?"
"I didn't. She wanted me, I let her have it. It's that simple."
Yamcha's eye twitched again. "And now you go so far as to lie to me?"
"You think you know me so well. I'll have you know this: you will NEVER know enough about me to make an accurate assumption."
"Yes, I'd like to keep it that way," Yamcha replied. He smiled evilly and added, "I REALLY don't want to know you that well."
Vegeta caught his meaning and yet again was held back from tearing off the Weakling's head and stuffing it up his ass by Bulma moving.
Both men watched her, waiting to see what would happen. Bulma stretched under the clothes Vegeta opiled on top of her, rolled a little, frowned, reached out only to feel cold steel where there had once been warm skin, then sat up rather quickly.
She saw both men, both looking predatory, over HER, then remembered what had transpired here, with VEGETA, of all people, and said, "Oh, shit."
Chapter Four Repeat: Success! And just in time! I had a half hour left! Phew!
~Third POV~
Yamcha didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to get away. He knew by now what they were going to do, and guessing by their ki's going so high, what they had already done.
He cursed himself, knowing that if he had stayed with Bulma, none of this would've happened. He might've been with her right now, watching a movie - well, Bulma would. He would just watch her. Just waiting for the scary part when she would lean into him.
Yamcha loved that. It made him feel very strong just then, knowing she needed his comfort.
He frowned. (Now she has Vegeta's. I suppose I should be happy for her; that somebody as strong as Vegeta was there to take care of her. There was little to no chance of her being physically hurt while he was watching over her.)
Yamcha landed, for some odd reason, at his old place in the desert. The home he had before he met Bulma and Goku. Just him and Puar, stealing what they needed.
Yamcha sighed and sat down on the floor, feeling very heartbroken for some reason.
After all, he really should be happy that Bulma could move on so fast - and to someone as powerful as Vegeta, but that only made him feel insignificant and weak.
He knew full well that he was now one of the strongest fighters in the universe, stronger than every other human on the planet, save Tien. But still, he was nowhere near as good as Vegeta. He knew, also, that he would always be that way.
Yamcha thumped the back of his head against the wall and closed his eyes, wishing he could go back in time and take back all the stupid things he did to lose her. But then again, he already got his second chance with her, and blew it.
All at once he was angrier than he ever felt being in his entire life. (She went to VEGETA?! How could she go to HIM?! She told me she ALWAYS hated him!!)
Yamcha leapt up and began flying faster than he ever had towards Capsule Corp. (So I screwed up! So what?! If I'm not good enough for Bulma, then Vegeta sure as Hell isn't any better! I'll just have to prove it!)
He made it there in record time. It took very little concentration to find Vegeta, with Bulma, still inside the GR.
He growled, unlike his entire façade. The door was closed now, to his somewhat relief. But the window was fogged slightly, which enraged him more.
Bulma had made it easy, putting labels by the buttons in an attempt to prove that Vegeta was stupid.
He pushed the button that said "Open Door" with "You Stupid Monkey" scratched out beneath it.
The door opened and Vegeta turned his head to see who it was, though by his smirk Yamcha guessed he already knew.
"You damned bastard," he whispered, taking in the fact that Bulma was still passed out next to him.
"It doesn't take a genius to know how badly she wanted me over you," Vegeta replied coolly, still smirking.
"Does that also mean she gives out charity fucks?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and growled. The only thing that held him back from killing the weakling on the spot was that Vegeta felt very possessive over Bulma already, and refused to let the weakling see her naked, never mind the fact that he already might've.
A long, slow moan escaped Bulma's lips as she moved very little, snuggling closer to Vegeta. She turned so that Yamcha got a good view of the side of her neck.
Yamcha gasped. "You gave her a hickey?!"
"Dumb shit," Vegeta muttered. "It's a Saiyan Blood Bond."
"You did WHAT?!"
"Shh!!" Vegeta hissed. "Don't wake her. She'll need all the energy she can get for what I have planned."
"Have planned when?"
Vegeta smirked again and turned his head away from Yamcha, brushing back a few strands of hair from Bulma's face, mainly because he knew it would upset the Weakling human.
From several feet away, and with his back turned, Vegeta could still feel Yamcha's eye twitch.
Chuckling at this, Vegeta reached out and grabbed their clothes, covering Bulma and putting on his shorts.
He stood up and faced Yamcha. "Do you have anything else to say?"
Yamcha didn't respond at first. He was looking at Vegeta's neck. It had a bite, like Bulma's did. He shuddered slightly thinking of her teeth sinking into Vegeta's flesh, then got a worse one as he remembered the fact that they just fucked here just minutes ago.
"Getting cold, I presume?" Vegeta asked, not really caring.
"No," Yamcha snapped back. "Getting sick to my stomach! How could you take advantage of her like that?"
"I didn't. She wanted me, I let her have it. It's that simple."
Yamcha's eye twitched again. "And now you go so far as to lie to me?"
"You think you know me so well. I'll have you know this: you will NEVER know enough about me to make an accurate assumption."
"Yes, I'd like to keep it that way," Yamcha replied. He smiled evilly and added, "I REALLY don't want to know you that well."
Vegeta caught his meaning and yet again was held back from tearing off the Weakling's head and stuffing it up his ass by Bulma moving.
Both men watched her, waiting to see what would happen. Bulma stretched under the clothes Vegeta opiled on top of her, rolled a little, frowned, reached out only to feel cold steel where there had once been warm skin, then sat up rather quickly.
She saw both men, both looking predatory, over HER, then remembered what had transpired here, with VEGETA, of all people, and said, "Oh, shit."
Chapter Four Repeat: Success! And just in time! I had a half hour left! Phew!