Chapter 12:
Yamcha went to Bulma's house straight after he came back, he couldn't wait to make up for the time that he was gone for. He sat outside her door for what seemed like forever. He had called her the latter part of the last night to confirm that she wouldn't be going to work in the morning, but nonetheless he received the answer machine. He hoped that she would have gotten it before she went to work.
After a few more minutes, Yamcha got up. He was heading back to the restaurant, hoping that she would be there. If not he could always catch up with Cheryl.
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Vegeta was still in the same place that he was when Bulma left. He was feeling an immense amount of emotions at the moment. All of them indecipherable except for one. Shock, pure shock. Never before had anyone ever denied him. He should have been pissed off. BUT NO, he wasn't. He was more drawn to the woman then he was before.
After a few moments of looking like a lump on a log. Vegeta decided it was best that he returned back to work. He would think of some other way of either doing one of two things: find a new way of getting to the underground club or find some way of rekindling their relationship. Something told Vegeta that the latter of the two was going to be the hardest.
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Bulma was sitting at the desk; still emotionless. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights when she walked in. It was better in the dark, then she could hide her feelings. She had been there since this morning, it was now near to noon. It was a matter of time before Yamcha would be there. She already went over the conversation in her mind. She was going to do it.
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Yamcha looked around the restaurant for Bulma, but there was no sign of her anywhere. He was too aroused from his expectations of finding Bulma; to let it go until later. He needed a quick release and he knew exactly where he could get it.
He knew that Cheryl wouldn't be in the club at this time, but he had her number in case something like this should ever happen. He pressed her speed dial number, while he was walking into his office.
Yamcha didn't realize on how dark the room was. Bulma had the chair turned away from the door, so he didn't notice her nor did she until it was too late.
"Cheryl, baby…" he started.
Bulma was now aware of his return. And she fully acknowledged the fact that he didn't notice her presence in the room. She wasn't going to until she found out whom Cheryl was.
"Hey, I'm back. How'd about you and me get together and finish where we left off. I'm very egger to see you right now."
Bulma twirled the chair around to Yamcha. He was facing the door undoing his tie. She was now thoroughly pissed off. He had succeeded in make her feel no guilt in doing what she was about to do. She waited patiently as Yamcha finished his conversation with -Chery-. She cringed as she heard his last words.
"Baby…met me in my car in about five."
Bulma was disgusted to no ends; how low could you go. In a car. That was lower than low. Yamcha slowly turned around as he turned off his cell. There his eyes met the last ones he wanted to see at that moment…
That it for now. R/R (pochahontas82)
