I. . . . .Am. . . . .BAAAAAACK!!!!!
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~Third POV~
"Bulma, what happened?!" Yamcha yelled.
"Um. . . well, you see. . ." Bulma was at a loss. She had no idea what to say or do, and had no excuses - even to herself - to explain why in HELL she fucked Vegeta. The only thing she could do was pull her clothes closer to her.
"Why did you sleep with HIM?!" Yamcha shouted, his voice rather hollow - both from the GR and from his own shock.
Bulma rolled her eyes, feeling exasperated. "I was unconscious."
Both men gaped at that, Yamcha seeming protective while Vegeta was just plain shocked.
"Good God, what do you think, Yamcha?!" she screamed. "You honestly think there's not a Helluva good reason for it?"
"What reason might that be?" Yamcha snapped back. "You were drunk?" Yamcha's eyes suddenly got wider, and he was next to Bulma in an instant, looking concerned. He put a hand on her shoulder. "You can tell me. Really. Is this a Saiya-jin power thing?"
Bulma felt like screaming at Yamcha, laughing at the suggestion, and crying into his shoulder all at once.
Before Bulma could reply, or do anything for that matter, Yamcha was flying across the GR and Vegeta had Bulma in his arms, growling at Yamcha.
Yamcha hit the wall, bounced off and hit the floor face-down with sickening crunches. He slowly pulled himself to all fours and looked up at Vegeta, a trail of blood falling down his chin.
Bulma gasped and decided to help Yamcha, as he was only being concerned for her safety - and because Vegeta just hit him for no apparent reason. Before she could, though, she snuck behind Vegeta and put on her clothes, mumbling about how her panties were missing. Once she got that task done, she kind of sprinted over to Yamcha, feeling rather sorry for him and hearing another growl from Vegeta.
Yamcha stood up slowly, looking like he was going to kill Vegeta - if he had the power to do so. He looked at Bulma next, and his face softened a bit, as though coming to a point of realization.
He turned his face away from her, causing his bangs to cover his eyes. "Don't worry about me, Bulma. You have someone much stronger than me to take care of you now."
He turned and left, leaving Bulma confused. {What did he mean by 'take care of me'? He couldn't mean. . . Vegeta?} She glanced over her shoulder to see Vegeta staring at her, as though she was something that belonged to him, but he cared for nonetheless. {Could he?}
Vegeta smirked at her. "Of course he meant me. Do you see anyone else here?"
Bulma nearly fainted. "Whoa."
Instead of staying to investigate further, she turned around and left the GR, shutting the door so Vegeta would get on with his training and leave her alone - at least until she got her head straightened out. She managed to catch up to Yamcha, who was walking, and slowly, as though he couldn't trust himself to move quickly.
"Yamcha wait!" she called after him. He stopped, but kept his head down and didn't speak.
Once she reached him, she stood in front of him, effectively stopping him - for the moment. "What did you mean back there?" Yamcha turned his head away, reluctant to answer. "About having Vegeta to take care of me?"
"Exactly that," he whispered - which sparked her curiosity.
Tentively, she reached out her hand and lifted his chin. He had tears down his cheeks, looking heart-broken.
"Yamcha," she whispered. Next thing she knew she was hugging him, and he was holding on to her for dear life. She didn't let go from him, but rather, let him hang on. "Oh, Yamcha. I'm sorry if what we did hurts you. If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't expecting to do anything - much less with Vegeta."
"No, Bulma," Yamcha said. "It's nothing like that." He drew back looking at the ground. He toed it in nervousness. "I'm happy for you, really. Vegeta's a lot stronger than me, and you've already got some sort of bond with him, so - "
"Wait, back up." Bulma stared at him, and lifted his chin so she could look into his eyes. "Say again?"
"I said I was happy - "
"No, Yamcha. About that bond thing."
"Vegeta said something about a blood bond back there. I don't know what it means, but it's obviously part of his race." He sighed, pushing her hand away and looking again at the ground. For no apparent reason, Bulma started laughing.
Yamcha looked up curiously, confusion plain in his eyes. He blinked a few times. "What's so funny?"
"A blood bond?" she choked out. "You expect me to believe THAT?! Better yet, you believed VEGETA?!" She laughed harder, and went slightly weak from the force of it, leaning into Yamcha for support, even as he tried to reason with her.
"Vegeta may be mean, arrogant, and sometimes down right evil, but he's never lied to us before. It's part of his pride."
Bulma laughed even harder, tears seeping out of her eyes and she slipped down Yamcha's legs to the ground, and then fully onto her back, her face turning red.
Out of nowhere there was a warning growl from above them, and Yamcha's head snapped up to see Vegeta floated above him, meanwhile Bulma merely peaked her left eye open to see Vegeta looking possessively at her, giving Yamcha glares.
Bulma managed to stand, laughing still just because of the look Vegeta was giving her and Yamcha. She stopped her laughter long enough to say, "Would you look at that?" then laughing again, leaning into Yamcha who had never, in all the time he knew her, saw her laugh like this before.
Vegeta was still growling, getting a type of mad glint to his eyes.
Luckily, Goku forestalled the explosion, Instant Transmissioning to stand behind a hysterically laughing Bulma.
He chuckled a bit. "What's so funny?"
Yamcha, embarrassed that Goku would see him in tears, quickly wiped them away. "Uh. . . I think Bulma went mad."
Vegeta landed next to Yamcha and jerked Bulma out of his arms, pulling her into his, her back against his chest.
"No, she's in denial. Just the more hysterical part of it." Vegeta snapped his teeth at Yamcha at the end, causing him to jump.
"Denial? What's that supposed to mean?" Goku chuckled. He scratched the side of his head and his famous Son grin spread across his face.
Yamcha just shrugged and flew off, this time to God knows where.
"Are you mated with that harpy of yours?" Vegeta asked.
"Mated?" Goku looked confused at first, then shook his head. "I don't understand what you mean. Yeah, we're married, but. . ."
Bulma finally stopped laughing and stood up straight, wiping tears from her eyes. In a second she regained her bearings, she noticed Yamcha was replaced with Goku.
"Hey, Goku." She gave him a hug, almost laughing again when she heard Vegeta growl, and gave him a brotherly peck on the cheek.
Goku took a step back, lifting his arm behind his head and laughing and blushing. "Well, that's a nice way to say 'Hello'."
Vegeta grabbed Bulma's arm and jerked her against him a second time before she could reply.
"Ouch!" she bit out. She rubbed her arm where he had grabbed it, glaring at him. "Stop doing that."
"Why?"
"Would you rather I lose an arm?"
Vegeta smirked. "It wouldn't be THAT bad, would it?"
Bulma dropped her head into her right hand, too exasperated to even sigh. She turned on her heel and left the two alone. {It's not like I'll ever need to stay and protect Goku anyway.}
Once left alone, Goku got back to what Vegeta had said earlier. "Mated?"
Vegeta sighed. {How is it that HE is the last of Saiyans with me? Why couldn't it be someone who KNEW how to be a Saiyan?} "Mated," he stated, "is where you and your. . . wife. . . bite each other's necks."
Goku looked shocked.
Vegeta sighed again. {Figures.}
All of a sudden, Goku was laughing. "I should've known!" He grinned at Vegeta. "Thanks for clearing that up. I get it now." He lifted two fingers to his forehead. "Well, see ya. Have fun with Bulma!"
Vegeta stood shocked, even after he left. He actually made an accurate assumption, responded, and didn't sound like an idiot. Wow.
It took a minute or so to regain his resolve, and decided that he should start his training again, seeing as how he was interrupted. He smirked at the thought, knowing it wasn't an unpleasant interruption.
Although, now he couldn't leave her. But then again. . .
{Not that I'd want to at this point. She could easily keep up with me all night if I kept her interested.} Vegeta's smirk grew more lustful. {I can do that.}
If you're reading this, I managed to get the new chapter loaded, and am surprised. I couldn't change one damn thing on this story.
Sorry it took so long, the server kept freezing my uploads. In the meantime, here is the next chappy-wappy-kins!
~Third POV~
"Bulma, what happened?!" Yamcha yelled.
"Um. . . well, you see. . ." Bulma was at a loss. She had no idea what to say or do, and had no excuses - even to herself - to explain why in HELL she fucked Vegeta. The only thing she could do was pull her clothes closer to her.
"Why did you sleep with HIM?!" Yamcha shouted, his voice rather hollow - both from the GR and from his own shock.
Bulma rolled her eyes, feeling exasperated. "I was unconscious."
Both men gaped at that, Yamcha seeming protective while Vegeta was just plain shocked.
"Good God, what do you think, Yamcha?!" she screamed. "You honestly think there's not a Helluva good reason for it?"
"What reason might that be?" Yamcha snapped back. "You were drunk?" Yamcha's eyes suddenly got wider, and he was next to Bulma in an instant, looking concerned. He put a hand on her shoulder. "You can tell me. Really. Is this a Saiya-jin power thing?"
Bulma felt like screaming at Yamcha, laughing at the suggestion, and crying into his shoulder all at once.
Before Bulma could reply, or do anything for that matter, Yamcha was flying across the GR and Vegeta had Bulma in his arms, growling at Yamcha.
Yamcha hit the wall, bounced off and hit the floor face-down with sickening crunches. He slowly pulled himself to all fours and looked up at Vegeta, a trail of blood falling down his chin.
Bulma gasped and decided to help Yamcha, as he was only being concerned for her safety - and because Vegeta just hit him for no apparent reason. Before she could, though, she snuck behind Vegeta and put on her clothes, mumbling about how her panties were missing. Once she got that task done, she kind of sprinted over to Yamcha, feeling rather sorry for him and hearing another growl from Vegeta.
Yamcha stood up slowly, looking like he was going to kill Vegeta - if he had the power to do so. He looked at Bulma next, and his face softened a bit, as though coming to a point of realization.
He turned his face away from her, causing his bangs to cover his eyes. "Don't worry about me, Bulma. You have someone much stronger than me to take care of you now."
He turned and left, leaving Bulma confused. {What did he mean by 'take care of me'? He couldn't mean. . . Vegeta?} She glanced over her shoulder to see Vegeta staring at her, as though she was something that belonged to him, but he cared for nonetheless. {Could he?}
Vegeta smirked at her. "Of course he meant me. Do you see anyone else here?"
Bulma nearly fainted. "Whoa."
Instead of staying to investigate further, she turned around and left the GR, shutting the door so Vegeta would get on with his training and leave her alone - at least until she got her head straightened out. She managed to catch up to Yamcha, who was walking, and slowly, as though he couldn't trust himself to move quickly.
"Yamcha wait!" she called after him. He stopped, but kept his head down and didn't speak.
Once she reached him, she stood in front of him, effectively stopping him - for the moment. "What did you mean back there?" Yamcha turned his head away, reluctant to answer. "About having Vegeta to take care of me?"
"Exactly that," he whispered - which sparked her curiosity.
Tentively, she reached out her hand and lifted his chin. He had tears down his cheeks, looking heart-broken.
"Yamcha," she whispered. Next thing she knew she was hugging him, and he was holding on to her for dear life. She didn't let go from him, but rather, let him hang on. "Oh, Yamcha. I'm sorry if what we did hurts you. If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't expecting to do anything - much less with Vegeta."
"No, Bulma," Yamcha said. "It's nothing like that." He drew back looking at the ground. He toed it in nervousness. "I'm happy for you, really. Vegeta's a lot stronger than me, and you've already got some sort of bond with him, so - "
"Wait, back up." Bulma stared at him, and lifted his chin so she could look into his eyes. "Say again?"
"I said I was happy - "
"No, Yamcha. About that bond thing."
"Vegeta said something about a blood bond back there. I don't know what it means, but it's obviously part of his race." He sighed, pushing her hand away and looking again at the ground. For no apparent reason, Bulma started laughing.
Yamcha looked up curiously, confusion plain in his eyes. He blinked a few times. "What's so funny?"
"A blood bond?" she choked out. "You expect me to believe THAT?! Better yet, you believed VEGETA?!" She laughed harder, and went slightly weak from the force of it, leaning into Yamcha for support, even as he tried to reason with her.
"Vegeta may be mean, arrogant, and sometimes down right evil, but he's never lied to us before. It's part of his pride."
Bulma laughed even harder, tears seeping out of her eyes and she slipped down Yamcha's legs to the ground, and then fully onto her back, her face turning red.
Out of nowhere there was a warning growl from above them, and Yamcha's head snapped up to see Vegeta floated above him, meanwhile Bulma merely peaked her left eye open to see Vegeta looking possessively at her, giving Yamcha glares.
Bulma managed to stand, laughing still just because of the look Vegeta was giving her and Yamcha. She stopped her laughter long enough to say, "Would you look at that?" then laughing again, leaning into Yamcha who had never, in all the time he knew her, saw her laugh like this before.
Vegeta was still growling, getting a type of mad glint to his eyes.
Luckily, Goku forestalled the explosion, Instant Transmissioning to stand behind a hysterically laughing Bulma.
He chuckled a bit. "What's so funny?"
Yamcha, embarrassed that Goku would see him in tears, quickly wiped them away. "Uh. . . I think Bulma went mad."
Vegeta landed next to Yamcha and jerked Bulma out of his arms, pulling her into his, her back against his chest.
"No, she's in denial. Just the more hysterical part of it." Vegeta snapped his teeth at Yamcha at the end, causing him to jump.
"Denial? What's that supposed to mean?" Goku chuckled. He scratched the side of his head and his famous Son grin spread across his face.
Yamcha just shrugged and flew off, this time to God knows where.
"Are you mated with that harpy of yours?" Vegeta asked.
"Mated?" Goku looked confused at first, then shook his head. "I don't understand what you mean. Yeah, we're married, but. . ."
Bulma finally stopped laughing and stood up straight, wiping tears from her eyes. In a second she regained her bearings, she noticed Yamcha was replaced with Goku.
"Hey, Goku." She gave him a hug, almost laughing again when she heard Vegeta growl, and gave him a brotherly peck on the cheek.
Goku took a step back, lifting his arm behind his head and laughing and blushing. "Well, that's a nice way to say 'Hello'."
Vegeta grabbed Bulma's arm and jerked her against him a second time before she could reply.
"Ouch!" she bit out. She rubbed her arm where he had grabbed it, glaring at him. "Stop doing that."
"Why?"
"Would you rather I lose an arm?"
Vegeta smirked. "It wouldn't be THAT bad, would it?"
Bulma dropped her head into her right hand, too exasperated to even sigh. She turned on her heel and left the two alone. {It's not like I'll ever need to stay and protect Goku anyway.}
Once left alone, Goku got back to what Vegeta had said earlier. "Mated?"
Vegeta sighed. {How is it that HE is the last of Saiyans with me? Why couldn't it be someone who KNEW how to be a Saiyan?} "Mated," he stated, "is where you and your. . . wife. . . bite each other's necks."
Goku looked shocked.
Vegeta sighed again. {Figures.}
All of a sudden, Goku was laughing. "I should've known!" He grinned at Vegeta. "Thanks for clearing that up. I get it now." He lifted two fingers to his forehead. "Well, see ya. Have fun with Bulma!"
Vegeta stood shocked, even after he left. He actually made an accurate assumption, responded, and didn't sound like an idiot. Wow.
It took a minute or so to regain his resolve, and decided that he should start his training again, seeing as how he was interrupted. He smirked at the thought, knowing it wasn't an unpleasant interruption.
Although, now he couldn't leave her. But then again. . .
{Not that I'd want to at this point. She could easily keep up with me all night if I kept her interested.} Vegeta's smirk grew more lustful. {I can do that.}
If you're reading this, I managed to get the new chapter loaded, and am surprised. I couldn't change one damn thing on this story.