Things Change

By Hannio

Chapter 8

Pain and Suffering

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bulma, Vegeta or Yamcha or her parents... I guess I own Amy cause she came from my head but I don't count her as important enough to really mention.

AUTHOR NOTE: Chapter 8 now, man I'm a busy girl. I don't know why I writes these cause people probably won't read it but who cares it gives me a chance to explain myself to people and so on. I hope you enjoy this its kinda Angsty as the title suggests but I kinda like it.

Bulma sighed to herself; maybe walking to Yamcha's hadn't been such a great idea after all. In the car it was a simple 5-minute drive, on foot it was more like half an hour. She gritted her teeth and set her shoulders increasing her walking pace. There was no point in thinking what she should have done now; she'll just have to hurry. Afterall the sooner she got there, the sooner she'd be warm and snug. 10 minutes later she finally reached the apartment block. She inserted the Key card, which Yamcha had given her and entered, immediately being hit by a blast of warm air which seemed to penetrate her skin and warm her insides. She smiled at her guard, who gave her a smile and a nod, then she walked to the elevator, undoing her coat as she went, she groaned at the out of order sign.

"Typical. Just typical" she muttered eyeing the door that led to the stairs. Yamcha was lucky enough to have the pent house but it was one hell of a walk to get there, she briefly considered leaving but stopped that thought, a look of determination coming over her face. She had come this far and she wasn't about to turn round and go home. She pulled the door open and began running up the stairs. By the time she was finally at the top, her face was bright red; she was sweating, out of breath and in a foul mood. She walked up to Yamcha's door and stood outside for a minute allowing herself to breathe a sigh of relief. She was finally there. She pulled the key out of her pocket and inserted it in to the lock, trying to imagine Yamcha's look of surprise and the smile that would come to his face as he saw her, instead an image of Vegeta came up, a smirk on his face as the black eyes looked out with a mixture of warmth and coldness. She shook her head violently. It was a good thing she had gotten away from her house. She stepped into the room closing the door behind her, a frown on her face. Something was wrong. A feeling of fear sprung in her stomach. Either Yamcha had been expecting her or he had been expecting someone else. The room was dimmed with only candles lighting it, champagne was iced in a bucket and two glasses were on the table, soft romantic music played softly in the background. Automatically her eyes went to the bedroom and almost mechanically, she began walking towards it. Part of her was begging for her to leave and to just forget about it since it had to be some sort of mistake. The other half demanded that she prove to herself that it was just her imagination making it up because all the stress that she had been under lately. She took a deep steadying breath and opened the door, freezing at what met her eyes.

There was no denying it was Yamcha, she could of picked his body out of anything, she had seen it so many times, but the girl underneath him, who had her legs and arms wrapped round him, she had no idea who she was though she looked vaguely familiar to someone. They didn't know she was there and she wasn't able to make a sound or even move as sounds of satisfaction and pleasure reached her ears. How many times had she been underneath him in the same position?, How many times had her cries of pleasure mingles with his?.

Her eyes narrowed as her face contorted with hate. How could he do this to her again?. The others had tried to warn her, saying he would never change but she didn't believe them. Now it turned out they were right and she had never felt so humiliated in her life. With a cry of pure rage and hate, that made the 2 figures on the bed start and look up at her, allowing Bulma to see that the girl was none other than Yamcha close friend Amy and taking her to a new level of anger. She looked blindly round and picked up the nearest thing to her, a picture of her and Yamcha together which had been laid flat on the table and threw it at him with all her strength

"You fucking Bastard" she screamed at him "How could you do this to me again" she picked up another thing and threw it again, for the first time in her life she wanted to cause him physical harm. To make him hurt as much as she was hurting. Yamcha stared in shock finally figuring out who was attacking them and what the hell had just happened

"Bulma" he said his voice full of horror "Look it's not what 7you think just calm down and I can explain everything to you" he began walking towards her

"I don't want you to explain anything to me, there's nothing to explain you're fucking this... this whore when you're meant to be my boyfriend" she kept on yelling at him "Well I've had it with listening to your pathetic excuses, we're over you Wanker" she shook her head looking round "I can't get over what a fucking Wanker you are, just don't ever come near me again" she turned and stumbled out of the bedroom slamming the door behind her to gain some extra time, she flung his keycard on the side, grabbed her bag and ran out of the apartment, she wasn't aware of Yamcha following her until she heard him yelling after her

"Bulma Wait, you need to calm down you're not in any condition to..." she didn't hear any more as the door to the stairs slammed behind her, she ran down the stairs as fast as she possibly could, anger still pumping through her, she'd make him and his bitch suffer. She ran out of the apartment block and down the street, she kept on running until she was sure that he was gone and she was far away enough form his home. She stopped and looked round the deserted street before her legs gave away and she sank to the floor. Her anger had melted away leaving a depression that she had never been in before. She felt destroyed, a wave of further despair came over her leaving her shaking as all other thoughts were pushed away till only one remained. She had been wrong. She had been so desperate to have a boyfriend and the security that came with it that she had allowed herself to become blinded to the extent that she couldn't even see something that was right in front of her. The others had all tried to tell her, Goku, ChiChi, Krillen, even Piccolo to some extent but she refused to believe it, instead believing like a lovesick fool that is she gave him everything she had he would change. She had giving him everything, even to the extent of travelling all the way to Namek to bring him back to life. How long had he stayed laughing at her as he fucked over women and then came back to her. He had destroyed her reputation, humiliated her, he had ripped away the pride she had kept to her like a security blanket, leaving her afraid and exposed, they was nothing left for her, her life was gone. She struggled to get to her feet and began walking, her body numbed to the cold wind that whipped her hair into disorder and stung her face

"Yamcha how could you" she said outloud her voice cracking as she spoke, then the tears fell, slowly at first till it was a torrent. She had never felt like she did now, she wasn't looking where she was going and hadn't even realised she had stepped into the road until she heard a frantic beeping and the brakes of a truck being hit, she looked up, her eyes widening like that of a deer as she saw a massive truck heading straight towards her, it felt like a dreamlike state, she knew that she should jump out of the way but her legs seemed to be ignoring her brain's order. Part of her inwards began to scream but the other side just remained calm, it would end the evening perfectly, her love had cheated on her, she was destroyed mentally and now she was about to be killed. She shook her head the irony of all of it was hard to believe. Inches from where she stood it stopped, finally breaking through her dazed stage to bring her the full awareness of what had just been about to happen. She began to shake harder than ever, tears poured down her face and it felt like she would never be warm again

"What the hell is wrong with you get the hell out of the road woman are you trying to get yourself killed" Bulma didn't answer she was beyond it, instead she ran, ignoring the man, she ran blindly trying to find her home. She needed her mother or her father she needed to talk to someone. She finally found her house and ran on ignoring everyone she passed. Right now she didn't care what people thought of her, she didn't care about anything. She slammed the door shut behind her, trying to breathe through her sobs

"Mum... Mum where are you" no answer met her, she ran into the living room "MUM..." her shout was cut off as she smacked into someone. Two arms came round automatically supporting her and she looked up in shock to see Vegeta staring at her, a look in his dark eyes that could be described as shock and concern

"Woman...." he began but she shook her head

"Vegeta where's my mother?" she managed to finally get out, he watched her

"She isn't here," he said

"My Dad?" she questioned, desperation clawing at her

"They've gone shopping" he said strangely enough to her, his voice didn't sound as cold or cutting as normal. She looked up at him in surprise; his arms were still around her producing a feeling of comfort and of being protected. His eyes still held that different softness to them. She finally had enough all the pressure, all the pain, she needed someone to talk to anybody and that someone had his arms still wrapped around her. She looked up

"Oh Vegeta" she whispered than buried her head in his chest crying some of the most bitter tears she had ever shed in her life, deeply aware of the way his arms tightened around her, then all thoughts went as her brain went leaving only the pain and suffering for her to deal with.

Review please. I'm trying desperately to get over 40 reviews and I'm so close that it's not fair so I'm begging you please review I've wrote this to entertain me so please help a desperate authoress reach her target. No Flames. I'm too fragile to deal with them, but any other kind is good. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hannio