Here's chapter 3, the last part I have typed up so far, so it might be a while before I update again. Please do me a favor, respond and let me know if you think anyone's ooc, and if so, how to make it better. I'm too close to the story to tell. Thanx!
For the next few days, Bulma spent most of her time nursing a battered Vegeta. Luckily, there were no training machines to fix, since Vegeta was in no shape to break them. At first it took all his strength just to sit up and be fed weak broth-six times a day!-but he quickly progressed to eating many solid meals a day on his own. During this time, Bulma didn't get the chance to ask him about his dream. She didn't want to seem too eager and couldn't think of a casual way to bring it up.
A few days after Vegeta's accident, he insisted on standing and taking a few steps around the room. Bulma anxiously supported him, screeching so much that he started snapping at her, the first signs of temper he had shown since being injured. In fact, he had been amazingly docile. As they walked, Bulma saw sweat break out on his forehead, and heard his breathing become more rapid, but when she suggested taking a break, he replied, "Not now, woman." Before Bulma could argue the point, or frame a sharp retort-she was never sure which-she heard the front doorbell ringing. She led Vegeta to a chair, which he stubbornly clung to, refusing to rest. He continued to make his way around the room without her, relying heavily on furniture and walls to support him.
Bulma rushed to answer the door, not guessing the heartache that lay beyond.
"Oh, hi Yamcha, I haven't seen you in a while," she said, caught off guard to see her boyfriend standing there.
"I know Bulma, that's why I'm here," replied Yamcha, moving into the room. "We need to talk."
"Okay, about what?" asked Bulma in all innocence.
"You and me. We're just...not working out. I mean, you're a great girl and all, but I need someone who will devote more time to me-"
Bulma felt like someone stepped on her heart. "What?! What do you mean? I thought we were working. I know last time we had problems, but we both swore that was all behind us..." Suddenly, a light clicked over her head. "I get it, you found some stupid bimbo again who thinks you're so great and worships the ground you walk on."
Yamcha blushed but tried to hide the fact that she was completely correct. "Look, don't try to change the subject. The fact is, you've been neglecting me lately, especially since that stupid Saiyan prince moved in. You spend all your time helping him train."
"Well excuse me for wanting to do my part to help save the world when the androids show up. How much work have you been doing in that area, Yamcha? Or are you expecting them to run off as soon as you try some of your lame pick-up lines on them? Believe me, I wish I had."
"Hey, I spent a lot of time working on those lines-Hey, Bulma, stop it!" he cried as Bulma suddenly started shoving him out the door. "Come on, it doesn't need to be like this. We can still be friends-" And then the door slammed in his face.
Bulma began to make her way back to Vegeta's room. About halfway there, what had happened finally sunk in, and she collapsed on the floor, sobs racking her tiny frame. It wasn't that she missed Yamcha or loved him desperately. She knew for a long time that things between them weren't the way they should be. But she also thought that it was better to have a loser, abusive boyfriend than no one at all. Because being alone was the worst thing she could thing of, the worst thing she could imagine in her genius mind.
Thanks to his Saiyan sense of hearing, Vegeta had heard the entire argument, not that it effected him much. He was not surprised; Yamcha's infidelity was a well-known fact. What surprised him was the tiny part of him, deep down inside, which was elated to hear them break up, the part that was leaping around yelling, "I knew it! I knew she wouldn't stay with that loser forever. Now it's time for someone else to have a chance. Someone more worthy...She should have the best of everything." Vegeta gasped as images from his dream the other night flooded him. It had seemed so real at the time, more like a memory than a dream. Or a premonition...
He and Bulma were flying up through the air, past the treetops, right into the stars. Her slight weight was no problem for his strong muscles as he held her so tightly. It felt like they floated together among the stars for hours before gently landing on the ground and placing her on her feet. And finally pulling her close once again, tracing the contours of her face with his hand, before whispering her name and tilting her chin for a deep kiss...
Vegeta shook the dream off, burying it deep in core, but he could not forget it entirely. Slowly, he made his way to the door of his room. "Hey, woman," he said, trying to get the still sobbing Bulma's attention. "Woman, I am speaking to you! Woman...Bulma." Shocked, Bulma looked up. The sight of her tear-streaked face pulled at Vegeta's heart, but he hid his emotions entirely. "Do you plan on making that infernal racket much longer? My ears can't take it." Bulma did not have the will to think up a witty comeback. "Come here, Bulma," Vegeta said more softly.
Slowly, Bulma rose from her heap on the floor. "That's two times in a row you've called me by my name. Why?"
"It seemed to be the only way to get your attention and make you stop screeching. Now come here."
Bulma made her way to Vegeta's doorway. He looked deep into her damp eyes, feeling a surge of anger at Yamcha for hurting her like this. Gently, he raised a hand to her cheek and wiped a tear away. "Don't waste time feeling bad over that idiot. Even you can do better."
She felt shocked. "Why, I think Vegeta just complimented me!" she thought. "Its almost like he's trying to cheer me up!" She put an arm around him, smiling softly to hide her confused jumbled feelings. "Come on, we need to get you back to bed so you can regain your strength," and she led an unresisting Vegeta back into the room.