Authors note: Thanks for the reviews I've gotten, and thanks Videl-14 for your review of the last chapter(7)! I really like that chapter too, though I didn't get time to read over it, so it had a few spelling errors heh heh.. Oh well! Anyway, I'm using the song 'Crazy' by K-Ci & JoJo for this chapter! This chapter isn't as long as the other chapters just before this one, but I want to get up to at least Chapter 10 before I end this story, so I had to shorten it. I also added a bit more 'HUMOR' (lol, more like toilet humor), to this chapter, as I have been neglecting the humor side of this fic, and making it all Romacey Pantsy.. Okay, I'll just let you read on ;)!
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(I don't know why, what I'm doing what I'm doing)
See, baby I, apologize
For all the things that I've done that I've done
See I've known that I've been a fool for far too long
And baby you have it, I go around to wait, just come back to papa
Please baby, baby won't you stay
If you really love me then why are you leavin me
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Vegeta had finally arrived back to Earth, as a Super Saiyan, and he was rather happy... though he shouldn't be... emotion was weakness after all. He walked into the big dome that was Capsule Corporation, secretly quite excited. And then, he had seen that womans mother was still awake, so he demanded to be fed. He managed to eat a truck load of all sorts of the Earth cuisine... he forgot how good a home cooked meal tasted, as he had been living off food straight from a fridge, lots of tinned foods and those little tubes of "spaceship food". After he had finished, he decided it was high time he met his brat, so he trumped upstairs, burping loudly on his way up. Then, he opened the womans bedroom door, and saw the woman. But, she was not alone. That pathetic, scrawny weakling was there, half-naked, wrapped around her, and his brat was there too. Vegeta felt a horrible knot in his stomach, and a lump in his throat. He couldn't stop the feeling... he was just so... disapointed, and angry. He scowled, he thought she would have waited for him, and let he, PRINCE VEGETA of the SAIYANS, raise his own kid! He growled angrily and slammed her bedroom door, storming down stairs, and out the back door. Then, as he was retreating from the DISPICABLE SCENE, he heard her. Bulma was calling him name. He turned too her, and saw how gorgeous she looked with the moonlight dancing off her features. She ran too him, and flung her arms around him. Vegeta sneered at her... she had the NERVE to touch him! He pushed her roughly off him, she had hurt him; though he would barely even admit it to himself. And now, she was trying to comfort him? No one makes a fool of the PRINCE of all SAIYANS! He told her where to go all right, and he left her, crumpled in a heap on the ground, bawling her stupid big blue eyes out. He thought it would make him feel better too hurt her after what she did... but all he felt was an empty, tight feeling in his chest. He felt even worse, but he wouldn't show it. He just snarled at the pathetic woman, and left her there. The BITCH had betrayed him! She just couldn't keep her hands off that filthy little rodent, YAMCHA! AHHHH, how he DESPISED that HUMAN YAMCHA! The worst scum of the universe, in Vegetas opinion. He took to the air, and flew as far as possible away from her. He didn't understand why she made him feel like this. He had never felt the slightest trace of care for anyone;maybe his mother, but he could not even remember what she looked like. He cursed himself for his weakness. Maybe it was all for the best, now she had put a stop to their stupid little cherade, maybe he could forget all about her, and her stupid, big blue eyes, which sparkled in the sunlight. And her green-blue hair, which she wore in a ridiculous "Puff powder Afro" of a hair do. And her soft, gentle lips, which she would kiss him with. "AHHH! What the FUCK am I thinking", he cussed under his breath, flying even faster and furthur away. She was so enticing, and he couldn't seem to rid his thoughts of her. He halted mid air, and flew onto a cliff, crouching down, and scowling deeply. It was all for the best, he told himself... All for the best.
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I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you babyyyyyyyy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (crazy baby)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby (I don't know what to do)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately (crazy, crazy, crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) when I can touch you
Crazy, crazy (I'm going crazy) when I can hold you
Crazy, crazy, (I'm going crazy) when I can see you again
(Said I'm going crazy)
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Bulma had been in a sound sleep, dreaming a very wonderful dream. She and Vegeta had been in a very compromising position in the gravity chamber, and Yamcha had seen, and finally decided they could never be more then friends. Ahh, what a grand dream... though having sex with Vegeta just was not the same in a dream. How she adored that insane monkey, and his sexy little smirk. She was jolted out of her sleep though, when she heard her bedroom door slam. Her heart fluttered in her chest; could it be... him? She hurried downstairs and followed the retreating shadow out of the door. And, as moonlight shone on his handsome face, she knew who it was. "Vegeta", she had called, as she flung her arms around the man she had chosen to be hers. But, he pushed her away, and told her he had seen her 'fucking around' with Yamcha; or hinted it anyway. But she hadn't! They were NOT doing anything, he was just attempting too be a friend (and very poorly trying to come onto her). He would not believe her in this state of mind though. He was quite obviously infuriated, and looked at her in disgust. Bulma looked up at him from the freezing ground, her eyes filled with bitter tears. She just couldn't talk though; the words she wanted to say would not come out. As he retreated, flying off into the distance, she cried even more. "I love you, Vegeta", she whispered, choking out more sobs, and pounding the concrete she was sprawled across. Bulma heard a light click on inside, and heard the back door open once more. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and a voice she recognised as Yamchas asking what was wrong. She sobbed into his chest, telling him about what had happened. She saw him scowling angrily, he seemed pretty pissed off at Vegeta. "How dare he blame you! He left you, and then he gets angry at you for having a friend", Yamcha hissed, clenching his fists.
"Maybe you should stop sneaking into my bed Yamcha", Bulma said in a cold voice. Deep down, she knew it wasn't Yamchas fault, but her own, for not telling Vegeta straight, how she felt. But right now, all she could do too make herself feel better was lay the blame on Yamcha. Yamcha had a hurt expression on his face, but despite himself, he picked up her sobbing form and carried her upstairs, into her room. He put her down next to Trunks, pulling the blankets on her. Bulma stared up at him, tears now silently dripping out of her tear ducts. She tried to blink them back, but it was useless. She stared at Yamcha, and he stared back, pushing hair off her face. "See ya later, then", he said, in a very hurt voice, grabbing his gear, and flying out of the window, still only in his underwear, leaving Bulma alone. How could he leave me now, Bulma thought, staring after Yamcha. She really could do with his company right now, she needed someone to make all her hurt go away. Why did Vegeta have to go, WHY? Was it all for the best? No... she thought. No, she would not let him get away. She had given him her heart, and she wasn't about to let it be any more broken then it already was. She would take matters into her own hands, and win Vegeta back. She did not know how, but she promised herself, that she would. No matter what.
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(Said I'm going crazy)
I've finally realized, that you are my true love
And I had a lot of time to think, and you're all seem to keep thinking,
To keep thinkin of, yeahhh
And now I know I need you each and every day
I can't live without you, so don't run away
Baby you say that you love me, so why'd u leave me, why (why, why, why, why)
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Yamcha was rudely awoken by an all to familiar signature of energy power up and fly off. Vegeta, he thought, the vein in his temple throbbing in a silent rage. He stamped downstairs and turned on the kitchen light, he then flung open the back door. Only to see Bulma sobbing on the ground, banging her fists in hysterics. Lunatic of a woman, he thought, shaking his head. He put a hand on her shoulder, and soon she saw telling him everything that happened. That total LOSER VEGETA had pushed her, and left her, thinking that Bulma was back with Yamcha (Yamcha wished that was so, as well). Yamcha cursed Vegeta out loud, re assuring Bulma it wasn't her fault. Vegeta was just a tightly strung, jealous bastard, Yamcha sniggered, as the thought danced in his shallow, empty little head. But then, Bulma started saying it was Yamchas fault! How DARE SHE! He was the most sensitive, down to earth, sexy thang the Earth had ever seen! Shes nuts, he thought staring at her, with a hurt expression. Damn sexy though, he argued with himself, looking at her chest quickly, then her dazzling, blue eyes, which where filled with tears. He picked her up, cursing Vegeta in his mind with every step he took. He tucked Bulma into bed, and he pushed a bit of hair from her face. Her face was so soft, and he longed to kiss her. Maybe he could, now Vegeta was out of the picture. But not yet, he thought. It must all be perfect before I try and win her back. She is venerable, and will probably give in easily, he re assured himself, as he bid her farewell in a shaky voice. He could buy her a 'friend ship ring' he thought, and flowers, and chocolates, and sexy lingerie.. He laughed, damn he was good! She would be putty in his hands, and soon, so so soon, they would be having raunchy, steamy sex in his room! She might let me to that thing I like too, he thought, picturing her backside in awe. Haha, Yamcha dear chap, you are a sick, little horny bastard, he told himself, smiling slyly. He flew back to Master Roshis, to formulate his plan of attack. Soon, oh so very soon, Vegeta would just be a thing of the past. And about time to, as far as Yamcha was concerned. He would win his true love back, get to have sex with her for every waking moment, and make Vegeta cry like the uncool baby he was. Yamcha laughed at his dumb thoughts, which would seem extremely far-fetched to anyone else. His ego was so inflated, you could pop it with a pin. But, cocky as he always was, (or 'Impudent', as Vegeta put it) Yamcha flew inside, and went in the bathroom, too formulate his plan, and release some tension in the 'down stairs' region of his pants, after all his 'raunchy thoughts of Bulma'. What he was thinking and doing in that bathroom would be enough to put even Master Roshi off sex for ever, and make Roshis perverted thoughts seem like nothing. Once Yamcha had finished... 'Stroking the salami', as they put it in 'American Pie', and emptied his head of all his perverted little fantasies, he started to formulate his plan. "Soon Yamcha, very soon", he said to himself, sweating and panting after his former 'exertions'.
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I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby (I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (just to think)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby
(I'm goin crazy, I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) but I can't touch you (I'm going crazy)
Crazy, crazy (crazy, crazy), when I can hold you
Crazy, crazy, when I can see again (if I can see you, if I can see you if I can see you, if I can see you)
If I can see you, if I can see you again
Then I would go, if I could see you again
I'd go craeeae
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Vegeta knew he couldn't stay crouched on this cliff forever. He would have to go back to the woman for food... avoiding her wasn't worth starving to death! He was, after all, a Saiyan, and they where the hungriest race of people in the whole universe. He did want to see the woman, as much as he tried to deny it, and he did want to knock the stuffing out of that FOOLISH MORON HUMAN YAMCHA as well! His stomach was growling already (well, it wasn't really, but he just wanted an excuse to go back, and beat Yamcha up). Actually, he didn't need an excuse, he was the Prince of Saiyans, he told himself. Maybe there was another thing that was pulling at him to go back to Capsule Corp. A certain blue haired beauty, who continued to surprise him... and piss him off. He hated this, his head was swimming with all sorts of stupid notions, and he was longing to see that insane, unfaithful woman! "Emotions are for the weak", he snarled at himself, angrily raising his power a bit. Then he thought of one of the most 'emotional' people he knew. Kakkarott. How did he get so strong, with so many unnecessary feelings? Did emotion really mean you where weak. Vegeta scowled, and held his head in his hands. This was getting out of hand, and he had to remember it was all for the best. He was not just some emotional, weak human, he told himself, groaning. All for the best.. all for the best, he thought, crossing his arms to his chest.
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Bulma fell too sleep eventually, tear stains on her flushed skin. She felt better the next day, but not by a lot. She missed Vegeta even more, now she knew he was back, and she longed for him to meet their baby. She nursed Trunks in her arms, who, inturn, started crying. She started to feed him, and she smiled. He was a hungry little kid, just like his Dad. She couldn't help but laugh, Vegeta was a father. And, he was the father of HER child. She felt her heart wrench at the thought, and she stopped smiling almost immediately. What if he didn't come back, and she got stuck with the likes of Yamcha for the rest of her screwed up life? What if baby Trunks grew up into a cocky little poser, who was as thick as a log? She could not let Yamcha raise her child; she WOULD NOT! She wanted Yamcha to stay as her friend, and he had been for the past 10 or so months, but just recently, he seemed to be slipping back into his old manner. Soon, he would probably rock up, dressed up in some out of the ordinary, odd costume, to try and woo her. But, she had more important things to worry about. How was she going to win back Vegeta? How could she break through the wall he constantly put up, which hid his true feelings? Then her thoughts jumped back too Yamcha, and how he and Vegeta used to 'compete' for her. Well, mainly Yamcha anyway. What if she... Her thoughts started falling into place in her head, and soon, her frown turned into a grin, and she was cooking up a plan to win back her man!
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Yamcha had brought Bulma a 'friendship ring' from a pawn broker for a very low price, he then brought her the cheapest chocolates he could find (which just happened to be out of date!) and he went around town and picked her as many flowers as he could find. He flew back to Master Roshis, put the chocolates and flowers in the fridge (heaven knows why the heck he put the flowers in the fridge...) and he went upstairs to get changed. He put on a pair of tight, leather pants, and a very tight singlet. In addition he placed an ugly, faded baseball cap on his head, and he went in the bathroom, and stole some of Master Roshis after-shave to put on. He admired himself, letting his eyes wander down too his backside, grinning happily. How could any girl resist, he thought, running a hand over his butt. Master Roshi just happened to be walking past when Yamcha did this, and he shook his head. Yamcha kind of looked gay, Master Roshi thought. He had a few gay friends he would refer Yamcha too, as he had decided Yamcha was a bit sexually deprived. "Roshi, you really are a Saint", he told himself, flipping threw one of his 'magazines'. Yamcha, meanwhile, pocketed the ring, and got the flowers and chocolates out of the fridge. The flowers seemed a bit... Stiff, Yamcha thought, shaking his head. "Oh well, I'm off anyhow", he said, skipping out of Kame house. He waved girlishly at Master Roshi (Roshi thought Yamcha was trying to 'seduce him'), not noticing Master Roshi nodding as if he had just worked something out. Yamcha then took off, in the direction of Capsule Corp. "So, he really is gay. I wonder why he didn't come out earlier", Master Roshi pondered, whilst scratching his head. "Kids", he told himself, while grinning at one of the 'pictures' in his magazine.
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(I don't know why, what I'm doing what I'm doing)
See, baby I, apologize
For all the things that I've done that I've done
See I've known that I've been a fool for far too long
And baby you have it, I go around to wait, just come back to papa
Please baby, baby won't you stay
If you really love me then why are you leavin me
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Vegeta had finally arrived back to Earth, as a Super Saiyan, and he was rather happy... though he shouldn't be... emotion was weakness after all. He walked into the big dome that was Capsule Corporation, secretly quite excited. And then, he had seen that womans mother was still awake, so he demanded to be fed. He managed to eat a truck load of all sorts of the Earth cuisine... he forgot how good a home cooked meal tasted, as he had been living off food straight from a fridge, lots of tinned foods and those little tubes of "spaceship food". After he had finished, he decided it was high time he met his brat, so he trumped upstairs, burping loudly on his way up. Then, he opened the womans bedroom door, and saw the woman. But, she was not alone. That pathetic, scrawny weakling was there, half-naked, wrapped around her, and his brat was there too. Vegeta felt a horrible knot in his stomach, and a lump in his throat. He couldn't stop the feeling... he was just so... disapointed, and angry. He scowled, he thought she would have waited for him, and let he, PRINCE VEGETA of the SAIYANS, raise his own kid! He growled angrily and slammed her bedroom door, storming down stairs, and out the back door. Then, as he was retreating from the DISPICABLE SCENE, he heard her. Bulma was calling him name. He turned too her, and saw how gorgeous she looked with the moonlight dancing off her features. She ran too him, and flung her arms around him. Vegeta sneered at her... she had the NERVE to touch him! He pushed her roughly off him, she had hurt him; though he would barely even admit it to himself. And now, she was trying to comfort him? No one makes a fool of the PRINCE of all SAIYANS! He told her where to go all right, and he left her, crumpled in a heap on the ground, bawling her stupid big blue eyes out. He thought it would make him feel better too hurt her after what she did... but all he felt was an empty, tight feeling in his chest. He felt even worse, but he wouldn't show it. He just snarled at the pathetic woman, and left her there. The BITCH had betrayed him! She just couldn't keep her hands off that filthy little rodent, YAMCHA! AHHHH, how he DESPISED that HUMAN YAMCHA! The worst scum of the universe, in Vegetas opinion. He took to the air, and flew as far as possible away from her. He didn't understand why she made him feel like this. He had never felt the slightest trace of care for anyone;maybe his mother, but he could not even remember what she looked like. He cursed himself for his weakness. Maybe it was all for the best, now she had put a stop to their stupid little cherade, maybe he could forget all about her, and her stupid, big blue eyes, which sparkled in the sunlight. And her green-blue hair, which she wore in a ridiculous "Puff powder Afro" of a hair do. And her soft, gentle lips, which she would kiss him with. "AHHH! What the FUCK am I thinking", he cussed under his breath, flying even faster and furthur away. She was so enticing, and he couldn't seem to rid his thoughts of her. He halted mid air, and flew onto a cliff, crouching down, and scowling deeply. It was all for the best, he told himself... All for the best.
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I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you babyyyyyyyy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (crazy baby)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby (I don't know what to do)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately (crazy, crazy, crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) when I can touch you
Crazy, crazy (I'm going crazy) when I can hold you
Crazy, crazy, (I'm going crazy) when I can see you again
(Said I'm going crazy)
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Bulma had been in a sound sleep, dreaming a very wonderful dream. She and Vegeta had been in a very compromising position in the gravity chamber, and Yamcha had seen, and finally decided they could never be more then friends. Ahh, what a grand dream... though having sex with Vegeta just was not the same in a dream. How she adored that insane monkey, and his sexy little smirk. She was jolted out of her sleep though, when she heard her bedroom door slam. Her heart fluttered in her chest; could it be... him? She hurried downstairs and followed the retreating shadow out of the door. And, as moonlight shone on his handsome face, she knew who it was. "Vegeta", she had called, as she flung her arms around the man she had chosen to be hers. But, he pushed her away, and told her he had seen her 'fucking around' with Yamcha; or hinted it anyway. But she hadn't! They were NOT doing anything, he was just attempting too be a friend (and very poorly trying to come onto her). He would not believe her in this state of mind though. He was quite obviously infuriated, and looked at her in disgust. Bulma looked up at him from the freezing ground, her eyes filled with bitter tears. She just couldn't talk though; the words she wanted to say would not come out. As he retreated, flying off into the distance, she cried even more. "I love you, Vegeta", she whispered, choking out more sobs, and pounding the concrete she was sprawled across. Bulma heard a light click on inside, and heard the back door open once more. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and a voice she recognised as Yamchas asking what was wrong. She sobbed into his chest, telling him about what had happened. She saw him scowling angrily, he seemed pretty pissed off at Vegeta. "How dare he blame you! He left you, and then he gets angry at you for having a friend", Yamcha hissed, clenching his fists.
"Maybe you should stop sneaking into my bed Yamcha", Bulma said in a cold voice. Deep down, she knew it wasn't Yamchas fault, but her own, for not telling Vegeta straight, how she felt. But right now, all she could do too make herself feel better was lay the blame on Yamcha. Yamcha had a hurt expression on his face, but despite himself, he picked up her sobbing form and carried her upstairs, into her room. He put her down next to Trunks, pulling the blankets on her. Bulma stared up at him, tears now silently dripping out of her tear ducts. She tried to blink them back, but it was useless. She stared at Yamcha, and he stared back, pushing hair off her face. "See ya later, then", he said, in a very hurt voice, grabbing his gear, and flying out of the window, still only in his underwear, leaving Bulma alone. How could he leave me now, Bulma thought, staring after Yamcha. She really could do with his company right now, she needed someone to make all her hurt go away. Why did Vegeta have to go, WHY? Was it all for the best? No... she thought. No, she would not let him get away. She had given him her heart, and she wasn't about to let it be any more broken then it already was. She would take matters into her own hands, and win Vegeta back. She did not know how, but she promised herself, that she would. No matter what.
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(Said I'm going crazy)
I've finally realized, that you are my true love
And I had a lot of time to think, and you're all seem to keep thinking,
To keep thinkin of, yeahhh
And now I know I need you each and every day
I can't live without you, so don't run away
Baby you say that you love me, so why'd u leave me, why (why, why, why, why)
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Yamcha was rudely awoken by an all to familiar signature of energy power up and fly off. Vegeta, he thought, the vein in his temple throbbing in a silent rage. He stamped downstairs and turned on the kitchen light, he then flung open the back door. Only to see Bulma sobbing on the ground, banging her fists in hysterics. Lunatic of a woman, he thought, shaking his head. He put a hand on her shoulder, and soon she saw telling him everything that happened. That total LOSER VEGETA had pushed her, and left her, thinking that Bulma was back with Yamcha (Yamcha wished that was so, as well). Yamcha cursed Vegeta out loud, re assuring Bulma it wasn't her fault. Vegeta was just a tightly strung, jealous bastard, Yamcha sniggered, as the thought danced in his shallow, empty little head. But then, Bulma started saying it was Yamchas fault! How DARE SHE! He was the most sensitive, down to earth, sexy thang the Earth had ever seen! Shes nuts, he thought staring at her, with a hurt expression. Damn sexy though, he argued with himself, looking at her chest quickly, then her dazzling, blue eyes, which where filled with tears. He picked her up, cursing Vegeta in his mind with every step he took. He tucked Bulma into bed, and he pushed a bit of hair from her face. Her face was so soft, and he longed to kiss her. Maybe he could, now Vegeta was out of the picture. But not yet, he thought. It must all be perfect before I try and win her back. She is venerable, and will probably give in easily, he re assured himself, as he bid her farewell in a shaky voice. He could buy her a 'friend ship ring' he thought, and flowers, and chocolates, and sexy lingerie.. He laughed, damn he was good! She would be putty in his hands, and soon, so so soon, they would be having raunchy, steamy sex in his room! She might let me to that thing I like too, he thought, picturing her backside in awe. Haha, Yamcha dear chap, you are a sick, little horny bastard, he told himself, smiling slyly. He flew back to Master Roshis, to formulate his plan of attack. Soon, oh so very soon, Vegeta would just be a thing of the past. And about time to, as far as Yamcha was concerned. He would win his true love back, get to have sex with her for every waking moment, and make Vegeta cry like the uncool baby he was. Yamcha laughed at his dumb thoughts, which would seem extremely far-fetched to anyone else. His ego was so inflated, you could pop it with a pin. But, cocky as he always was, (or 'Impudent', as Vegeta put it) Yamcha flew inside, and went in the bathroom, too formulate his plan, and release some tension in the 'down stairs' region of his pants, after all his 'raunchy thoughts of Bulma'. What he was thinking and doing in that bathroom would be enough to put even Master Roshi off sex for ever, and make Roshis perverted thoughts seem like nothing. Once Yamcha had finished... 'Stroking the salami', as they put it in 'American Pie', and emptied his head of all his perverted little fantasies, he started to formulate his plan. "Soon Yamcha, very soon", he said to himself, sweating and panting after his former 'exertions'.
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I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby (I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (just to think)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby
(I'm goin crazy, I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) but I can't touch you (I'm going crazy)
Crazy, crazy (crazy, crazy), when I can hold you
Crazy, crazy, when I can see again (if I can see you, if I can see you if I can see you, if I can see you)
If I can see you, if I can see you again
Then I would go, if I could see you again
I'd go craeeae
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Vegeta knew he couldn't stay crouched on this cliff forever. He would have to go back to the woman for food... avoiding her wasn't worth starving to death! He was, after all, a Saiyan, and they where the hungriest race of people in the whole universe. He did want to see the woman, as much as he tried to deny it, and he did want to knock the stuffing out of that FOOLISH MORON HUMAN YAMCHA as well! His stomach was growling already (well, it wasn't really, but he just wanted an excuse to go back, and beat Yamcha up). Actually, he didn't need an excuse, he was the Prince of Saiyans, he told himself. Maybe there was another thing that was pulling at him to go back to Capsule Corp. A certain blue haired beauty, who continued to surprise him... and piss him off. He hated this, his head was swimming with all sorts of stupid notions, and he was longing to see that insane, unfaithful woman! "Emotions are for the weak", he snarled at himself, angrily raising his power a bit. Then he thought of one of the most 'emotional' people he knew. Kakkarott. How did he get so strong, with so many unnecessary feelings? Did emotion really mean you where weak. Vegeta scowled, and held his head in his hands. This was getting out of hand, and he had to remember it was all for the best. He was not just some emotional, weak human, he told himself, groaning. All for the best.. all for the best, he thought, crossing his arms to his chest.
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Bulma fell too sleep eventually, tear stains on her flushed skin. She felt better the next day, but not by a lot. She missed Vegeta even more, now she knew he was back, and she longed for him to meet their baby. She nursed Trunks in her arms, who, inturn, started crying. She started to feed him, and she smiled. He was a hungry little kid, just like his Dad. She couldn't help but laugh, Vegeta was a father. And, he was the father of HER child. She felt her heart wrench at the thought, and she stopped smiling almost immediately. What if he didn't come back, and she got stuck with the likes of Yamcha for the rest of her screwed up life? What if baby Trunks grew up into a cocky little poser, who was as thick as a log? She could not let Yamcha raise her child; she WOULD NOT! She wanted Yamcha to stay as her friend, and he had been for the past 10 or so months, but just recently, he seemed to be slipping back into his old manner. Soon, he would probably rock up, dressed up in some out of the ordinary, odd costume, to try and woo her. But, she had more important things to worry about. How was she going to win back Vegeta? How could she break through the wall he constantly put up, which hid his true feelings? Then her thoughts jumped back too Yamcha, and how he and Vegeta used to 'compete' for her. Well, mainly Yamcha anyway. What if she... Her thoughts started falling into place in her head, and soon, her frown turned into a grin, and she was cooking up a plan to win back her man!
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Yamcha had brought Bulma a 'friendship ring' from a pawn broker for a very low price, he then brought her the cheapest chocolates he could find (which just happened to be out of date!) and he went around town and picked her as many flowers as he could find. He flew back to Master Roshis, put the chocolates and flowers in the fridge (heaven knows why the heck he put the flowers in the fridge...) and he went upstairs to get changed. He put on a pair of tight, leather pants, and a very tight singlet. In addition he placed an ugly, faded baseball cap on his head, and he went in the bathroom, and stole some of Master Roshis after-shave to put on. He admired himself, letting his eyes wander down too his backside, grinning happily. How could any girl resist, he thought, running a hand over his butt. Master Roshi just happened to be walking past when Yamcha did this, and he shook his head. Yamcha kind of looked gay, Master Roshi thought. He had a few gay friends he would refer Yamcha too, as he had decided Yamcha was a bit sexually deprived. "Roshi, you really are a Saint", he told himself, flipping threw one of his 'magazines'. Yamcha, meanwhile, pocketed the ring, and got the flowers and chocolates out of the fridge. The flowers seemed a bit... Stiff, Yamcha thought, shaking his head. "Oh well, I'm off anyhow", he said, skipping out of Kame house. He waved girlishly at Master Roshi (Roshi thought Yamcha was trying to 'seduce him'), not noticing Master Roshi nodding as if he had just worked something out. Yamcha then took off, in the direction of Capsule Corp. "So, he really is gay. I wonder why he didn't come out earlier", Master Roshi pondered, whilst scratching his head. "Kids", he told himself, while grinning at one of the 'pictures' in his magazine.