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so...just read this story and review ok.
The air was still as the two fighters glared at each other. Bulma's stomach flip flopped. She should have fixed the gravity machine, she told herself. Vegeta would have been busy training and even worse, since he hadn't trained in over two days he was probably looking for a fight.
Vegeta sent Yamcha an icy glare and the nervous human felt goose bumps rise on his skin. The saiyajin stood there, arms crossed with his glassy dark eyes and statue posture. He wore a long sleeved, blue shirt and baggy blue pants.
" What's for dinner?" He said flatly.
Bulma put on a big smile to try and calm down the tension in the room.
" Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and cheesecake for dessert."
Vegeta's nose wrinkled in disgust. " Meatloaf? That's not even a real dead animal. Make me something that at least used to be alive."
" Hey!" Yamcha blurted. " She isn't your slave! You're not on your home planet anymore. You don't have people to kiss your royal feet now. If anything, you should be kissing up to us for letting you stay here!"
He instantly regretted what he said. Yamcha bit his lip and waited for the beat down of a lifetime, but nothing happened. Vegeta's usual smirk appeared and he stared at the nervous human with amusement.
" I can see why Bulma broke up with you," he replied coldly. " You're a whining little girl. You're gay aren't you?"
Yamcha's mouth dropped open and Bulma stopped herself from laughing hysterically.
" No!" He hollered. " Shut up! She should be with me, not some deluded psycho!"
Still no reaction. He didn't really want Vegeta to kick his ass, but he at least wanted the saiyajin to be annoyed or angry, but he just stood there.
" So Yamcha," he said in a silky voice that dripped with fake innocence. " Do you even know why Bulma dumped you?" The human shook his head no. " She had good reasons. You never introduced, what's her name? Miranda."
Yamcah's eyes widened. He sent a quick glance to Bulma and saw her staring at him intensely. She knew. Somehow she knew that he'd cheated on her. But how? How? Vegeta stood, giving him an evil smirk.
" You!" Yamcha yelled. " Somehow you saw me and.her! You eavesdropping piece of shit!"
Vegeta's smirk widened. " It was kinda hard to ignore the loud thuds and constant howling. You should have checked the house better. Bulma was gone that day but I wasn't."
Yamcha was shaking with rage. So it was Vegeta's fault that Bulma dumped him.
" You bastard," Yamcha growled. " How dare you spy on me?"
Vegeta's smirk faded and he gave a vicious scowl at the human.
" What are you going to do about it? You can't fight me and, for once, I'm not the one in the wrong here. She had good reasons to get rid of you, you've been a bad boy."
Yamcha turned to Bulma.
" Can't you forgive me? We all make mistakes. If you stay with him, you'll get yourself killed."
Bulma gave him a weak smile and slowly shook her head.
" I'm sorry, Yamcha. I can't.."
Tears welled up in her eyes and she ran from the room. Yamcha turned to Vegeta, giving him a furious glare and then he walked from the kitchen and out the front door.
" Well, that party died fast," Vegeta muttered and went upstairs to find Bulma.
........
" He'll pay! Damn him! Damn him to hell!!"
Yamcha was sprinting across the frozen glaciers in rage. He clutched the dragon ball radar as he flew and hopped past the icy Alaskan ocean. The whole incident raced through his head. Vegeta would pay! The sneering, arrogant alien will regret the day he ever met Bulma!
The angry warrior searched for the dragon balls for three days before he finally had all seven. He set the orange balls in a circle in a desolate area in an open grassy field. Puar hovered over his shoulder as he began to call upon the dragon.
" Oh mighty dragon, please come out and grant me a wish!"
The dragon balls began to glow intensely. The sky darkened a cold breeze swept through the air. A blinding yellow light shot out into the black sky and green sky and a giant scaly face appeared and lowered toward Yamcha. Puar and he stared up at the godly creature in awe until Yamcha shook his head and spoke to the eternal dragon.
" Dragon! I want to make a wish!"
" Yes!" The mighty voice boomed. " You have summoned and I shall grant any wish that is within my power."
Yamcha nodded and explained his wish.
" Mighty dragon! The one called Vegeta has stolen my girlfriend, Bulma. Please make it so every time he thinks about Bulma.he gets beaten by an unseen force."
The eternal dragon hesitated and stared with glowing red eyes.
" It has been done! Now I bid you farewell."
The dragon disappeared and the dragon balls shot out in different directions across the world. The sky cleared and became light again.
" Was that right?" Puar asked softly.
Yamcha stared into the sky. He felt a sudden guilt and uncertainty well up inside of him but he shook it off and turned to his friend.
" Yeah. I'll get Bulma back any way I can."
The air was still as the two fighters glared at each other. Bulma's stomach flip flopped. She should have fixed the gravity machine, she told herself. Vegeta would have been busy training and even worse, since he hadn't trained in over two days he was probably looking for a fight.
Vegeta sent Yamcha an icy glare and the nervous human felt goose bumps rise on his skin. The saiyajin stood there, arms crossed with his glassy dark eyes and statue posture. He wore a long sleeved, blue shirt and baggy blue pants.
" What's for dinner?" He said flatly.
Bulma put on a big smile to try and calm down the tension in the room.
" Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and cheesecake for dessert."
Vegeta's nose wrinkled in disgust. " Meatloaf? That's not even a real dead animal. Make me something that at least used to be alive."
" Hey!" Yamcha blurted. " She isn't your slave! You're not on your home planet anymore. You don't have people to kiss your royal feet now. If anything, you should be kissing up to us for letting you stay here!"
He instantly regretted what he said. Yamcha bit his lip and waited for the beat down of a lifetime, but nothing happened. Vegeta's usual smirk appeared and he stared at the nervous human with amusement.
" I can see why Bulma broke up with you," he replied coldly. " You're a whining little girl. You're gay aren't you?"
Yamcha's mouth dropped open and Bulma stopped herself from laughing hysterically.
" No!" He hollered. " Shut up! She should be with me, not some deluded psycho!"
Still no reaction. He didn't really want Vegeta to kick his ass, but he at least wanted the saiyajin to be annoyed or angry, but he just stood there.
" So Yamcha," he said in a silky voice that dripped with fake innocence. " Do you even know why Bulma dumped you?" The human shook his head no. " She had good reasons. You never introduced, what's her name? Miranda."
Yamcah's eyes widened. He sent a quick glance to Bulma and saw her staring at him intensely. She knew. Somehow she knew that he'd cheated on her. But how? How? Vegeta stood, giving him an evil smirk.
" You!" Yamcha yelled. " Somehow you saw me and.her! You eavesdropping piece of shit!"
Vegeta's smirk widened. " It was kinda hard to ignore the loud thuds and constant howling. You should have checked the house better. Bulma was gone that day but I wasn't."
Yamcha was shaking with rage. So it was Vegeta's fault that Bulma dumped him.
" You bastard," Yamcha growled. " How dare you spy on me?"
Vegeta's smirk faded and he gave a vicious scowl at the human.
" What are you going to do about it? You can't fight me and, for once, I'm not the one in the wrong here. She had good reasons to get rid of you, you've been a bad boy."
Yamcha turned to Bulma.
" Can't you forgive me? We all make mistakes. If you stay with him, you'll get yourself killed."
Bulma gave him a weak smile and slowly shook her head.
" I'm sorry, Yamcha. I can't.."
Tears welled up in her eyes and she ran from the room. Yamcha turned to Vegeta, giving him a furious glare and then he walked from the kitchen and out the front door.
" Well, that party died fast," Vegeta muttered and went upstairs to find Bulma.
........
" He'll pay! Damn him! Damn him to hell!!"
Yamcha was sprinting across the frozen glaciers in rage. He clutched the dragon ball radar as he flew and hopped past the icy Alaskan ocean. The whole incident raced through his head. Vegeta would pay! The sneering, arrogant alien will regret the day he ever met Bulma!
The angry warrior searched for the dragon balls for three days before he finally had all seven. He set the orange balls in a circle in a desolate area in an open grassy field. Puar hovered over his shoulder as he began to call upon the dragon.
" Oh mighty dragon, please come out and grant me a wish!"
The dragon balls began to glow intensely. The sky darkened a cold breeze swept through the air. A blinding yellow light shot out into the black sky and green sky and a giant scaly face appeared and lowered toward Yamcha. Puar and he stared up at the godly creature in awe until Yamcha shook his head and spoke to the eternal dragon.
" Dragon! I want to make a wish!"
" Yes!" The mighty voice boomed. " You have summoned and I shall grant any wish that is within my power."
Yamcha nodded and explained his wish.
" Mighty dragon! The one called Vegeta has stolen my girlfriend, Bulma. Please make it so every time he thinks about Bulma.he gets beaten by an unseen force."
The eternal dragon hesitated and stared with glowing red eyes.
" It has been done! Now I bid you farewell."
The dragon disappeared and the dragon balls shot out in different directions across the world. The sky cleared and became light again.
" Was that right?" Puar asked softly.
Yamcha stared into the sky. He felt a sudden guilt and uncertainty well up inside of him but he shook it off and turned to his friend.
" Yeah. I'll get Bulma back any way I can."