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Last time
She walked back in to the bathroom not trusting the open windows. She put her thong on under her towel then put her bra on. She was about to walk out when the lights flickered off and the door locked. She twisted to see what had turned off the lights and locked the door. She walked over to the wall, using her hand she felt for the light switch. She found it and flicked it up. Nothing happened. She tried it again with the same results. She tried for the door to find that a hand had closed in around her mouth to prevent her from screaming
"Hey Babe, what's up?" Whispered a voice in her ear.
"Shhh, no noises now." Bulma put her hands on her captive's arms.
{Yamcha! What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?} She began to try and pull his hands off her mouth so she could scream for help.
"Stop struggling," He said harshly. "I don't want to hurt you." He put his free hand over one of her breasts. That caused Bulma to struggle more. He had to take his free hand and out take it off her breast and put it around her waist so she wouldn't get free.
"How did you get in here!" She tried to say, only it came out very muffled.
"The button on the side of your window of course. You really need to change that. I was almost caught by those men. We need to get out of here to get you to a safer place." He handed her the large nightshirt and the shorts she wore for bed. She them on without making a noise. He didn't let go of her mouth until she had to put on her shirt. "Now promise me you won't scream?" She nodded her head. He let go of her mouth. She slowly put the shirt on. "Ok, we are going out the front. I know that your dad is in his lad and your mom is in her garden." He unlocked the door and put his hand over her mouth. They walked calmly out the door and down the stairs. They almost made through the living room when Bulma no longer wanted to be a hostage. She saw a stand with three legs holding a ceramic vase.
{Perfect.} As she walked by, she pretended to trip and her arms went flying hitting one of the legs of the table. The table fell over knocking over the vase with a loud crash and the shattering of the vase. Yamcha silently cussed to himself. He picked Bulma up by her waist and set her on her feet not once taking his hand off her mouth. He looked around to see if anyone heard. They continued after he realized no one heard. They were almost in the kitchen when Bulma stopped, raised her hands to Yamcha's hand over her face and pressed it against her lips. She gave him puppy dog eyes, which he thought was a sigh of love or forgiveness, then she bit on his hand as hard as he could. HE yelped and took his hand off her face, which was bloody from his hand. Bulma turned around and ran to the doors leading outside. She ran outside to where the Saiyans were looking at her weirdly while she was wiping the blood from her face and slowly walking backwards watching for Yamcha.
Yamcha came out a few seconds later with his bleeding hand in his good hand. "Come one Bulma." He said to her walking towards her.
"No. I'm not going." For every step he took, she took two. Thee Saiyans were watching them with interest.
"Bulma it's not safe here. Not with them here. They'll kill you!" He said pointing to the four-burley men watching them. Nappa and Radditz growled. While Vegita scowled at him.
"I don't care! I never want to see you again!" She said yelling at him backing up more. She was still wiping blood off of her face.
"Bulma, why do you still have blood on your face?" Yamcha said finally realizing that she kept on getting blood on her face even though his hand was away from her face.
"I bit my lip while I was biting your hand. You do realize that I couldn't breathe very well when you were covering my mouth?"
"You couldn't?" He stopped for a moment. "I'm so sorry Bulma." He started walking faster towards her.
"Stay away from me you spaz!" She started walking backwards even faster, which was hard because she kept on tripping over her feet.
"Bulma." Yamcha said sternly. "Get over here now!" Bulma turned around and started walking towards the forest in her backyard. " Slut! Get back here you ungrateful wench!" He said starting to run after her.
Bulma took off as soon as she realized that he could catch her. Yamcha started flying at Bulma. He caught her around the waist and pulled her almost ten stories in the air. She screamed and started kicking the air. "LET ME DOWN! I WANT YOU TO PUT ME DOWN! LET ME GO!" She said kicking Yamcha in the shins.
"Fine, you want to be put down?" He whispered in her ear. He let go of her and she started falling in the air screaming and crying while she watched a blurry Yamcha not move at all. She knew that she was going to die, so she stopped crying. She was waiting for the trees or ground when strong arms caught her. She blinked a few times to clear the water form her eyes. She saw Vegita's face looking straight ahead with a grimace. He lightly touched down on the ground with Bulma still in his arms.
"Let go of her you prick!" Yamcha said flying towards Vegita with his arm cocked for a punch. Vegita easily dodged it and set Yamcha almost head first into the Gravity Room.
When she saw that Yamcha left a large dent from his fist she whimpered. "My machine." She muttered. Vegita glanced at her.
"Do you really want me to let this woman go? Just like you did?" He started floating in the air. Bulma inhaled deeply. "Don't worry woman I won't drop you. I'm bluffing." He whispered to her.
"You wouldn't dare scum bucket!" Yamcha said flying towards the two.
Vegita raised his hand. "Stop, unless you really want me to drop her" Yamcha flew a few feet back. "Whatever you do don't grab my tail." He whispered to her again.
{What the hell is he talking about?} She thought. She saw that Yamcha was slowly creeping towards them. "Stay back Yamcha! I'm through with you!" She pointed her finger at him. HE flew back again.
"Please put her down, on the ground where she can't get hurt. This isn't between you and us, it's just between me and Bulma." Yamcha pointed to himself then Bulma.
"Well unfortunately it is now my business. I'm going to be staying for a few years." Yamcha was shocked. "Remember don't grab my tail." He said to Bulma.
"Please put her down." Vegita shrugged his shoulders and took Bulma by one of her ankles and held her by that causing her shirt to go over her head. She had to hold the shirt up from exposing her bra anymore. She tucked it in her shorts then let her hands fall again. Soon she felt something soft circle her wrist. She gasped. She realized that it was Vegita's tail.
"I'll put her down now." He let go of her ankle as Yamcha flew to catch Bulma. When Yamcha realized that Bulma hadn't landed in his arms or on the ground, he looked up. Bulma was being suspended by Vegita's tail. Yamcha was furious. He flew to Vegita so they were facing each other
"Put her down." Yamcha snarled.
"Are you going to do something about it?" Yamcha flew into his fighting stance. "Fine, if you want it that way." He shrugged then he started swinging his tail with Bulma on it. Bulma was tempted to hold the tail for reassurance when she thought against it remembering what Vegita said. He swung her once more when his tail let her go. She went flying backwards, then was caught by Radditz with a suggestive smile. She struggled to be let go, but he held on to her tightly.
Vegita flew into his stance. Vegita didn't make a move. Yamcha was expecting him to make the first move. When nothing happened for a minute, Yamcha decided that it was enough. "What's wrong young princeling? Ca-er monkey got your tongue?" Vegita gave him a cold hard stare. "Are you that afraid?" Yamcha straightened up and folded his arms across his chest.
"Oh Yamcha you moron. Never become so cocky that you fold your arms. That's what he wants you to do so he can beat your sorry ass. " Bulma muttered shaking her head. Radditz grinned. {She knows what's going to happen.} Vegita heard also and smirked. Suddenly he disappeared and Yamcha went back to his fighting stance. After much anxiety (2 seconds), the fight had begun. Vegita had appeared in front of Yamcha and punched him in the face. Yamcha flew back and landed in the pool with a loud splash. He flew out of the pool, sopping wet, he turned to Vegita and got back in his stance. Vegita shook his head, he just levitated in the air waiting for Yamcha to move. Yamcha flew at Vegita like he was going to punch him but brought his leg up to kick him in the head at the last moment. Vegita barely blocked the kick by grabbing his ankle. He punched Yamcha in the stomach while still holding onto him.
"Let him go! You'll kill him!" Bulma yelled when she saw that Yamcha was spitting up blood from being hit too many times. She tried to struggle out of Radditz's grasp, but every time she struggled his grip only tightened. She had to stop when she thought he might crush her lungs. "STOP!" She shrieked. Radditz flinched at her loud voice. "Stop it! He's not worth your time! He's just a weakling! You could kill him too easily!" She said pointing to Vegita who was holding Yamcha still by his ankle. He had broken a few of Yamcha's rib so his breath was very ragged. "Please just drop him." Bulma said softly. Vegita let go letting him drop to the ground. "You know you can let me down to." She tried to face Radditz.
"Why would I do that?" He purred in her ear. She felt something soft caress her leg. She shuddered involuntarily and struggled again.
"Can you tell him that he can put me down?" She looked at Vegita with a pleading look.
"Put her down Radditz." Said Vegita floating slowly to the ground and walking over to them.
Radditz growled quietly and started to loosen his grip. He whispered in her ear, "I'll have you sooner or later." Bulma's whole body went cold even though it was slightly windy and unusually warm for spring. She jumped out of his arms and walked to Yamcha. His breath was still ragged.
"Can you stand?" She said looking down at him. He nodded his head. He mouthed something. "I'm sorry say that again?" He tried to whisper it. She got real close to his face and she barely heard "Senzu." She nodded her head and ran inside. A few minutes later she returned with a bag. She took out a brown looking bean and put it in his mouth. Slowly Yamcha worked his jaw to chew it. He swallowed after a minute of chewing. He took a deep breath of air and slowly got to his feet. He held out his hand and Bulma put another one in his palm, he also chewed that one and swallowed it. "Do you feel better?"
"Yes Bulma." He said softly. "Can I please talk to you? I won't try anything!" He added hurriedly as he saw Vegita's look. Bulma grabbed his wrist and walked towards the pool for what little privacy they thought they could get but couldn't get because of the Saiyans sensitive ears.
"What Yamcha? As of now we are over. Move on. Go find another girl." Bulma crossed her arms over her chest.
"I understand that but I fear for you here. I don't like them." He pointed to the Saiyans.
"They aren't all staying. Just one." Yamcha looked a little hopeful at that. "Just Vegita is staying." His face fell.
"Just Vegita?" Bulma nodded her head. "Well damn, that makes it even worse." He ran his hand through his short hair and walked around Bulma. Bulma followed him by turning her body. They eventually wound up so Bulma's back was to the pool and Yamcha's to the house. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I don't trust them. Him I don't trust even more." He looked over at them and he could have sworn that Vegita was over by the rest of them not about 15 yards away. "Bulma," He said pushing her just a bit backwards. "You have to listen to me, I don't trust them." He came close to her ear. "I know I gave you a lot of pain, but trust me!" Bulma flinched at about all of the pain he caused on her.
{You will never know how much pain.} She walked backwards wanting to get away from him. He followed her. "Please just leave."
"Bulma, I want you to stay at my house so you can be safe." Bulma wanted to scream in his face.
"Leave me alone!" She pushed him away from her. She turned around so she knew where the pool was and didn't land in it. She almost walked away when he grabbed her hair.
"Bitch why won't you listen to me!" He screamed in her ear. He tugged at her hair.
"Let me go!" She screamed. Yamcha looked over to see Vegita only ten yards away this time.
"Fine." He let her go and she went flying in to he pool. (You know how that works right? I do that to my sister all the time. :)) Bulma landed with another loud splash. She cam back up taking deep breathes or air.
"Cold, cold, cold, cold." Her teeth chattered as she swam to the ledge of the pool. She was about to pull herself out and run to the house, when she was pulled out by her elbow. She was wrapped in strong arms again.
"Never lay a hand on her again!" He growled at Yamcha. "Fly away before I break your face." Yamcha looked at Bulma who was still shivering, the wind suddenly picked up again making cold air rush through her clothes and hit her face. Her knees collapsed and she would have landed on her face if it wasn't for Vegita. Yamcha rose and flew over the trees heading west.
Vegita looked down at Bulma, her face was very pale and her lips were blue. He slowly raised his ki creating an orb of warmth to surround them both. Bulma was over come with relief when her sopping clothes became damp. She was still cold and wanted to go change her clothes and take a shower to make sure that she didn't catch anything. Vegita, being the nice person that he is (ha ha), walked Bulma up to her room.
"There's something about that girl that has Vegita all messed up." Said Burdock shaking his head in confusion.
"Do you think maybe he's falling for her? I've never seen him be so involved in anyone else's affairs. It's so unlike him to do that." Nappa also shook his head. "I've known him since he was three, he's never done that. Nor has he gone to such lengths to get laid. Most women just jump in his bed." Nappa stared at Bulma's balcony doors.
"I doubt he's trying to get laid. This seems for real. He's not faking it. They seem to make a good couple." Burdock laughed at the thought. "He said he was never getting bonded, married, or ever going to go to such lengths to get someone." He stopped laughing. "He would have most likely let that girl die when she was dropped. Maybe he'll change for the best. Lets have him stay here, with the girl and her family." Nappa and Burdock nodded, thinking of many different out comes of the exile on this planet. Most were very perverted though. Radditz just stared coolly at the trees at the other end of the lot, nodding his head every now and then, his face in a scowl. He was absorbed in his thoughts so much that he didn't even hear Nappa or Burdock talking to him until Nappa slapped him on the back very hard.
"Come on, let's go see the forest here. I want to see where it goes." Nappa said stepping on bushes and breaking branches. Radditz followed quietly behind.
*********Inside
"You can let go of me now." Bulma said shivering slightly as she got inside to the cooler air. She struggled to get out of Vegita's grasp. He didn't loosen his grip, he tightened it. "What wrong? Do you think I'll run away? What is it with you people?" She threw her arms in the air almost hitting him in the nose.
"What are you going to do woman?" He looked at her sternly.
"I'm going to turn off the AC! I don't know why my parents have the air so cold." He released her then she slowly walked over to the air dial, her legs numb from the cold. She pressed the off button and the air immediately stopped. She started walking up stairs when Vegita grabbed her again.
"You are in no condition to walk." Bulma rolled her eyes. They walked by the shattered vase and the broken table. "So that's what the noise was. You made that noise so someone would come into the house and see Yamcha kidnapping you." Bulma nodded her head.
"It didn't work. I had to bite him in the hand instead and bit my lip while I was at it." She ran her tongue over the cut on her lip and tasted the sweet taste of blood as the cut reopen. She stuck her bottom lip in her mouth so the blood wouldn't drip all over her. Vegita picked her up off her feet and walked upstairs. He opened the door to her room and set her down in front of her bathroom door. "You can leave now." She said quietly when she saw that he wasn't going to leave.
He looked at her for a good minute then nodded his head and left, closing the door behind him. Bulma heaved a sigh.
{That was weird. He wouldn't let go of me!} She shuddered when she saw that her windows were still open. She walked over to close them and saw Vegita sparring with and invisible person right out front of her balcony and room making him self noticeable. She watched him moving with0out the slightest jerk. Everything was fluid and smooth, nothing like Yamcha who sometimes hesitated to make a move or had to think for a split second. He was just like Goku, agile, strong, and mysterious, although not as innocent as him. She continued watching him when suddenly he stopped and looked up at her. He nodded as if to say 'it's ok, I'm here.' Bulma blushed at nodded her head then grabbed the doorknobs of the doors and closed them. She went over to her bathroom and started getting undressed, pulling the cold, uncomfortable clothes off her that clung to her like an extra sick, cold wet type of skin way. Her bra and underwear were very wet and uncomfortable, she threw these on the floor also. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face was pale and clammy. She walked over to the shower and turned on the water. She was about to get in when she went to the door, closed in and locked it. {Stupid Yamcha, now he has me all jumpy. Damn him.} She stepped into the hot water, he cold skin making the water even hotter, almost like a thousand needles poking her. She took a deep breath and immersed her whole body in the hot water. Her back stung for a few seconds then finally cooled down. {I wonder where mom and dad are. That's weird for them not to be here. Moms usually cooking or watching TV, or cleaning, Dads usually in his lab... but he should have been able to hear that shattering noise. Oh well that water at least helped get rid of my hangover, even if I have to take another shower.} Bulma sighed then sat down in the tub with the water beating on her back. She then laid down in the tub with the water beating on her stomach and abdomen. She fell asleep immediately.
She was dreaming of someone yelling her name. The incessant 'Bulma! Bulma!' was driving her mad. She stood up and realized that everything was black. She held up her hand to her face and could barely see her fingers. The thing calling her name was getting louder, it was getting closer. Bulma was getting worried. {Wasn't I in my bathroom? Taking a shower?} She blinked then opened her eyes to a field of wheat with the sun overhead shining on her naked from. She felt the sun everywhere and realized that she had no clothes. The 'Bulma! Bulma!' was softer now like it was being whispered. It stopped after going a while, she felt empty and lonesome. "Come back! Who ever you are, please come back! I want to talk to you!" She turned in all directions, wheat was the only thing in miles. She blinked back tears, the scene had changed again. The wheat was gone, she was in the club she had gone to yesterday. She saw Yamcha sitting at the bar talking to a buxom blonde. She started walking up to him.
"So anyway, I was telling this skank, 'Get lost! You aren't wanted!' then she started to cry. I was like 'Pssh, no one loves you! You're nothing but a whore!' Then I left!" He was obviously drunk.
"Oh Yamcha! How nice of you! She obviously wasn't worth your time!" Nice? For putting down a whore? But this lady had to be as bad as the lady in Yamcha's story. She was walking towards them. {Wait, hadn't I been walking towards them for a while? It can't possibly take me that long to reach them.}
Yamcha started his story again. "So yeah, I was only after this girl for a good fuck, plus she was pretty rich. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she was a skank. So yeah a week later she came crawling back to me! An' I figured why the hell not?" Yamcha took a huge swig of his brandy. "So I was like 'Fy, whateva you want." His speech was horribly slurred.
Bulma finally reached him. "Yamcha?" Yamcha turned his head and glared at her.
"What'd ya want?" He said leaning into her face very closely. Bulma almost fainted from the horrible smell.
"Where are we? What going on here?" She took a step back from him.
"Aren't ya supposed teh be a home cleanin' er somethin'?" He got off of his stool and walked over to Bulma. "What'd I tell ya abou' walkin' outta the house!" He grabbed her by the throat. She started choking.
"L-let g-g-go of me! I-I-I can't breath!" She inhaled sharply Yamcha let go over her throat and gave her an evil grin. He grabbed her by the throat again.
"Heh, whater ya gunna do now? Huh? Your to weak to hurt me." Bulma struggled in his grasp. "And there ain't no to save ya."
"Not true!" She yelled in one breath. "Vegita- will save- me again!" Her face was turning red from lack of air.
"Ha! That monkey? Bulma you have completely gone mental." Suddenly Yamcha was no longer drunk. His eyes turned black. "Don't you remember the day I killed him? Oh yeah that's right, you were to messed up from him screwing you that you didn't even see it. Then you crawled to me like a baby saying you were sorry. Don't you know? I have his head on my wall." Suddenly his face began to swirl with a mix of black. Red, and a fire orange. She closed her eyes to prevent herself from throwing up. When she opened them again, she saw that she wasn't at the bar anymore. As a matter of fact, she was in her hallway that led to her room. But it wasn't her hallway, it looked like someone had redone it. The walls were a deep red with a fireplace every so often. The walls were hung with portraits and deer head. She began walked to where her room should be. She found the door and walked inside. It wasn't her room. The walls were red, not white, it had a fireplace, something it didn't have before. The bed had black satin sheets, and the room was littered with lingerie, very, very revealing lingerie.
"Ugh, who'd wear that?" She picked up a dental flossing looking thong. She threw it into the roaring fire.
"You would, duh. Remember the deal we had?" Yamcha suddenly walked in from the bathroom. He only had a towel across his neck and nothing more. Bulma blushed and hid her head. "Oh Bulma, when did you become miss modesty?" He chuckled. He came up and stood behind her. He whispered into her ear, "Look above the fire place." She looked up to see Vegita's head on a mahogany plaque. His face was set in a scowl. "I placed his head there to remind him that I can have you but he can't." He slid his hands up her waist and to her breasts. "And trust me, I swear his face gets so angry when I fuck you. Its hilarious." Suddenly Yamcha picked up Bulma and threw her on the bed. "I see your wearing that lingerie that you thought was so disgusting.
Bulma looked down, sure enough she saw that she was wearing a black lace bra and a black thong. She tried to get up but Yamcha pushed her down. He smirked at her and began to roughly kiss her face. She felt cold run all over her body as Yamcha began taking off her bra. He threw it to the side and began massaging her breasts. Bulma was in shock. {When did this happen?} She turned her head and saw the plaque with Vegita's head. She started to cry for him when suddenly Vegita's head moved to look at her.
"You bitch," it said. "You betrayed me Bulma. I trusted you." He sneered at her.
"No, what? I don't understand! I didn't betray you!" She whispered.
"Yes you betrayed me Bulma. You're a bitch. Bulma! I hope you rot in hell! BULMA!" Vegita's head screamed at her. She closed her eyes to stop the vision on Vegita yelling her name. "Bulma! Bulma!" Vegita continued.
Suddenly she remembered that Yamcha was over her and she felt a pounding in her ears. With the pounding, the yelling, she screamed. Suddenly someone grabbed her arms and she was yanked out of the dream. She opened her eyes to Vegita holding on to her and looking at her eyes with his dark eyes. Bulma detected a little bit of a blush on his face and a worried look in his eyes.. "Bulma! Bulma!" He yelled at her.
"What happened?" Bulma suddenly got a headache.
"You fell asleep in the shower and was dreaming, then you screamed. I came in here to see if that moron had gotten to you again woman, nothing more." Suddenly he put her down and walked out of her bathroom. Bulma stood on the tile floor. {So, it was just a dream.} She walked over to the shower and felt the water. It was ice cold, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her body. She stepped into the room and saw the doors closing with a click. She pulled out underwear a pair of gray sweat pants and a large sweater. She dressed her self in a daze. {So that was a dream. Why did Vegita look so worried? Why had he come into my room? Was he trying to save me?} She put her sopping wet hair into a towel and left it there for a few minutes then took it off. She brushed her damp hair and left the room with wet hair clinging to her face. {What just happened? What was with that dream?} She shook her head walking down the stairs.}
'ight, I'm ending it there because I'm being threatened by someone. You bitch! I'm doing this for you! You better not as hell burn that! I kill you! Arg! Before you leave I'm reading that! Anyway, this bitch pointed out that I was spelling Burdock, Braddock, I'm sorry, that will be fixed from now on.
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Last time
She walked back in to the bathroom not trusting the open windows. She put her thong on under her towel then put her bra on. She was about to walk out when the lights flickered off and the door locked. She twisted to see what had turned off the lights and locked the door. She walked over to the wall, using her hand she felt for the light switch. She found it and flicked it up. Nothing happened. She tried it again with the same results. She tried for the door to find that a hand had closed in around her mouth to prevent her from screaming
"Hey Babe, what's up?" Whispered a voice in her ear.
"Shhh, no noises now." Bulma put her hands on her captive's arms.
{Yamcha! What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?} She began to try and pull his hands off her mouth so she could scream for help.
"Stop struggling," He said harshly. "I don't want to hurt you." He put his free hand over one of her breasts. That caused Bulma to struggle more. He had to take his free hand and out take it off her breast and put it around her waist so she wouldn't get free.
"How did you get in here!" She tried to say, only it came out very muffled.
"The button on the side of your window of course. You really need to change that. I was almost caught by those men. We need to get out of here to get you to a safer place." He handed her the large nightshirt and the shorts she wore for bed. She them on without making a noise. He didn't let go of her mouth until she had to put on her shirt. "Now promise me you won't scream?" She nodded her head. He let go of her mouth. She slowly put the shirt on. "Ok, we are going out the front. I know that your dad is in his lad and your mom is in her garden." He unlocked the door and put his hand over her mouth. They walked calmly out the door and down the stairs. They almost made through the living room when Bulma no longer wanted to be a hostage. She saw a stand with three legs holding a ceramic vase.
{Perfect.} As she walked by, she pretended to trip and her arms went flying hitting one of the legs of the table. The table fell over knocking over the vase with a loud crash and the shattering of the vase. Yamcha silently cussed to himself. He picked Bulma up by her waist and set her on her feet not once taking his hand off her mouth. He looked around to see if anyone heard. They continued after he realized no one heard. They were almost in the kitchen when Bulma stopped, raised her hands to Yamcha's hand over her face and pressed it against her lips. She gave him puppy dog eyes, which he thought was a sigh of love or forgiveness, then she bit on his hand as hard as he could. HE yelped and took his hand off her face, which was bloody from his hand. Bulma turned around and ran to the doors leading outside. She ran outside to where the Saiyans were looking at her weirdly while she was wiping the blood from her face and slowly walking backwards watching for Yamcha.
Yamcha came out a few seconds later with his bleeding hand in his good hand. "Come one Bulma." He said to her walking towards her.
"No. I'm not going." For every step he took, she took two. Thee Saiyans were watching them with interest.
"Bulma it's not safe here. Not with them here. They'll kill you!" He said pointing to the four-burley men watching them. Nappa and Radditz growled. While Vegita scowled at him.
"I don't care! I never want to see you again!" She said yelling at him backing up more. She was still wiping blood off of her face.
"Bulma, why do you still have blood on your face?" Yamcha said finally realizing that she kept on getting blood on her face even though his hand was away from her face.
"I bit my lip while I was biting your hand. You do realize that I couldn't breathe very well when you were covering my mouth?"
"You couldn't?" He stopped for a moment. "I'm so sorry Bulma." He started walking faster towards her.
"Stay away from me you spaz!" She started walking backwards even faster, which was hard because she kept on tripping over her feet.
"Bulma." Yamcha said sternly. "Get over here now!" Bulma turned around and started walking towards the forest in her backyard. " Slut! Get back here you ungrateful wench!" He said starting to run after her.
Bulma took off as soon as she realized that he could catch her. Yamcha started flying at Bulma. He caught her around the waist and pulled her almost ten stories in the air. She screamed and started kicking the air. "LET ME DOWN! I WANT YOU TO PUT ME DOWN! LET ME GO!" She said kicking Yamcha in the shins.
"Fine, you want to be put down?" He whispered in her ear. He let go of her and she started falling in the air screaming and crying while she watched a blurry Yamcha not move at all. She knew that she was going to die, so she stopped crying. She was waiting for the trees or ground when strong arms caught her. She blinked a few times to clear the water form her eyes. She saw Vegita's face looking straight ahead with a grimace. He lightly touched down on the ground with Bulma still in his arms.
"Let go of her you prick!" Yamcha said flying towards Vegita with his arm cocked for a punch. Vegita easily dodged it and set Yamcha almost head first into the Gravity Room.
When she saw that Yamcha left a large dent from his fist she whimpered. "My machine." She muttered. Vegita glanced at her.
"Do you really want me to let this woman go? Just like you did?" He started floating in the air. Bulma inhaled deeply. "Don't worry woman I won't drop you. I'm bluffing." He whispered to her.
"You wouldn't dare scum bucket!" Yamcha said flying towards the two.
Vegita raised his hand. "Stop, unless you really want me to drop her" Yamcha flew a few feet back. "Whatever you do don't grab my tail." He whispered to her again.
{What the hell is he talking about?} She thought. She saw that Yamcha was slowly creeping towards them. "Stay back Yamcha! I'm through with you!" She pointed her finger at him. HE flew back again.
"Please put her down, on the ground where she can't get hurt. This isn't between you and us, it's just between me and Bulma." Yamcha pointed to himself then Bulma.
"Well unfortunately it is now my business. I'm going to be staying for a few years." Yamcha was shocked. "Remember don't grab my tail." He said to Bulma.
"Please put her down." Vegita shrugged his shoulders and took Bulma by one of her ankles and held her by that causing her shirt to go over her head. She had to hold the shirt up from exposing her bra anymore. She tucked it in her shorts then let her hands fall again. Soon she felt something soft circle her wrist. She gasped. She realized that it was Vegita's tail.
"I'll put her down now." He let go of her ankle as Yamcha flew to catch Bulma. When Yamcha realized that Bulma hadn't landed in his arms or on the ground, he looked up. Bulma was being suspended by Vegita's tail. Yamcha was furious. He flew to Vegita so they were facing each other
"Put her down." Yamcha snarled.
"Are you going to do something about it?" Yamcha flew into his fighting stance. "Fine, if you want it that way." He shrugged then he started swinging his tail with Bulma on it. Bulma was tempted to hold the tail for reassurance when she thought against it remembering what Vegita said. He swung her once more when his tail let her go. She went flying backwards, then was caught by Radditz with a suggestive smile. She struggled to be let go, but he held on to her tightly.
Vegita flew into his stance. Vegita didn't make a move. Yamcha was expecting him to make the first move. When nothing happened for a minute, Yamcha decided that it was enough. "What's wrong young princeling? Ca-er monkey got your tongue?" Vegita gave him a cold hard stare. "Are you that afraid?" Yamcha straightened up and folded his arms across his chest.
"Oh Yamcha you moron. Never become so cocky that you fold your arms. That's what he wants you to do so he can beat your sorry ass. " Bulma muttered shaking her head. Radditz grinned. {She knows what's going to happen.} Vegita heard also and smirked. Suddenly he disappeared and Yamcha went back to his fighting stance. After much anxiety (2 seconds), the fight had begun. Vegita had appeared in front of Yamcha and punched him in the face. Yamcha flew back and landed in the pool with a loud splash. He flew out of the pool, sopping wet, he turned to Vegita and got back in his stance. Vegita shook his head, he just levitated in the air waiting for Yamcha to move. Yamcha flew at Vegita like he was going to punch him but brought his leg up to kick him in the head at the last moment. Vegita barely blocked the kick by grabbing his ankle. He punched Yamcha in the stomach while still holding onto him.
"Let him go! You'll kill him!" Bulma yelled when she saw that Yamcha was spitting up blood from being hit too many times. She tried to struggle out of Radditz's grasp, but every time she struggled his grip only tightened. She had to stop when she thought he might crush her lungs. "STOP!" She shrieked. Radditz flinched at her loud voice. "Stop it! He's not worth your time! He's just a weakling! You could kill him too easily!" She said pointing to Vegita who was holding Yamcha still by his ankle. He had broken a few of Yamcha's rib so his breath was very ragged. "Please just drop him." Bulma said softly. Vegita let go letting him drop to the ground. "You know you can let me down to." She tried to face Radditz.
"Why would I do that?" He purred in her ear. She felt something soft caress her leg. She shuddered involuntarily and struggled again.
"Can you tell him that he can put me down?" She looked at Vegita with a pleading look.
"Put her down Radditz." Said Vegita floating slowly to the ground and walking over to them.
Radditz growled quietly and started to loosen his grip. He whispered in her ear, "I'll have you sooner or later." Bulma's whole body went cold even though it was slightly windy and unusually warm for spring. She jumped out of his arms and walked to Yamcha. His breath was still ragged.
"Can you stand?" She said looking down at him. He nodded his head. He mouthed something. "I'm sorry say that again?" He tried to whisper it. She got real close to his face and she barely heard "Senzu." She nodded her head and ran inside. A few minutes later she returned with a bag. She took out a brown looking bean and put it in his mouth. Slowly Yamcha worked his jaw to chew it. He swallowed after a minute of chewing. He took a deep breath of air and slowly got to his feet. He held out his hand and Bulma put another one in his palm, he also chewed that one and swallowed it. "Do you feel better?"
"Yes Bulma." He said softly. "Can I please talk to you? I won't try anything!" He added hurriedly as he saw Vegita's look. Bulma grabbed his wrist and walked towards the pool for what little privacy they thought they could get but couldn't get because of the Saiyans sensitive ears.
"What Yamcha? As of now we are over. Move on. Go find another girl." Bulma crossed her arms over her chest.
"I understand that but I fear for you here. I don't like them." He pointed to the Saiyans.
"They aren't all staying. Just one." Yamcha looked a little hopeful at that. "Just Vegita is staying." His face fell.
"Just Vegita?" Bulma nodded her head. "Well damn, that makes it even worse." He ran his hand through his short hair and walked around Bulma. Bulma followed him by turning her body. They eventually wound up so Bulma's back was to the pool and Yamcha's to the house. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I don't trust them. Him I don't trust even more." He looked over at them and he could have sworn that Vegita was over by the rest of them not about 15 yards away. "Bulma," He said pushing her just a bit backwards. "You have to listen to me, I don't trust them." He came close to her ear. "I know I gave you a lot of pain, but trust me!" Bulma flinched at about all of the pain he caused on her.
{You will never know how much pain.} She walked backwards wanting to get away from him. He followed her. "Please just leave."
"Bulma, I want you to stay at my house so you can be safe." Bulma wanted to scream in his face.
"Leave me alone!" She pushed him away from her. She turned around so she knew where the pool was and didn't land in it. She almost walked away when he grabbed her hair.
"Bitch why won't you listen to me!" He screamed in her ear. He tugged at her hair.
"Let me go!" She screamed. Yamcha looked over to see Vegita only ten yards away this time.
"Fine." He let her go and she went flying in to he pool. (You know how that works right? I do that to my sister all the time. :)) Bulma landed with another loud splash. She cam back up taking deep breathes or air.
"Cold, cold, cold, cold." Her teeth chattered as she swam to the ledge of the pool. She was about to pull herself out and run to the house, when she was pulled out by her elbow. She was wrapped in strong arms again.
"Never lay a hand on her again!" He growled at Yamcha. "Fly away before I break your face." Yamcha looked at Bulma who was still shivering, the wind suddenly picked up again making cold air rush through her clothes and hit her face. Her knees collapsed and she would have landed on her face if it wasn't for Vegita. Yamcha rose and flew over the trees heading west.
Vegita looked down at Bulma, her face was very pale and her lips were blue. He slowly raised his ki creating an orb of warmth to surround them both. Bulma was over come with relief when her sopping clothes became damp. She was still cold and wanted to go change her clothes and take a shower to make sure that she didn't catch anything. Vegita, being the nice person that he is (ha ha), walked Bulma up to her room.
"There's something about that girl that has Vegita all messed up." Said Burdock shaking his head in confusion.
"Do you think maybe he's falling for her? I've never seen him be so involved in anyone else's affairs. It's so unlike him to do that." Nappa also shook his head. "I've known him since he was three, he's never done that. Nor has he gone to such lengths to get laid. Most women just jump in his bed." Nappa stared at Bulma's balcony doors.
"I doubt he's trying to get laid. This seems for real. He's not faking it. They seem to make a good couple." Burdock laughed at the thought. "He said he was never getting bonded, married, or ever going to go to such lengths to get someone." He stopped laughing. "He would have most likely let that girl die when she was dropped. Maybe he'll change for the best. Lets have him stay here, with the girl and her family." Nappa and Burdock nodded, thinking of many different out comes of the exile on this planet. Most were very perverted though. Radditz just stared coolly at the trees at the other end of the lot, nodding his head every now and then, his face in a scowl. He was absorbed in his thoughts so much that he didn't even hear Nappa or Burdock talking to him until Nappa slapped him on the back very hard.
"Come on, let's go see the forest here. I want to see where it goes." Nappa said stepping on bushes and breaking branches. Radditz followed quietly behind.
*********Inside
"You can let go of me now." Bulma said shivering slightly as she got inside to the cooler air. She struggled to get out of Vegita's grasp. He didn't loosen his grip, he tightened it. "What wrong? Do you think I'll run away? What is it with you people?" She threw her arms in the air almost hitting him in the nose.
"What are you going to do woman?" He looked at her sternly.
"I'm going to turn off the AC! I don't know why my parents have the air so cold." He released her then she slowly walked over to the air dial, her legs numb from the cold. She pressed the off button and the air immediately stopped. She started walking up stairs when Vegita grabbed her again.
"You are in no condition to walk." Bulma rolled her eyes. They walked by the shattered vase and the broken table. "So that's what the noise was. You made that noise so someone would come into the house and see Yamcha kidnapping you." Bulma nodded her head.
"It didn't work. I had to bite him in the hand instead and bit my lip while I was at it." She ran her tongue over the cut on her lip and tasted the sweet taste of blood as the cut reopen. She stuck her bottom lip in her mouth so the blood wouldn't drip all over her. Vegita picked her up off her feet and walked upstairs. He opened the door to her room and set her down in front of her bathroom door. "You can leave now." She said quietly when she saw that he wasn't going to leave.
He looked at her for a good minute then nodded his head and left, closing the door behind him. Bulma heaved a sigh.
{That was weird. He wouldn't let go of me!} She shuddered when she saw that her windows were still open. She walked over to close them and saw Vegita sparring with and invisible person right out front of her balcony and room making him self noticeable. She watched him moving with0out the slightest jerk. Everything was fluid and smooth, nothing like Yamcha who sometimes hesitated to make a move or had to think for a split second. He was just like Goku, agile, strong, and mysterious, although not as innocent as him. She continued watching him when suddenly he stopped and looked up at her. He nodded as if to say 'it's ok, I'm here.' Bulma blushed at nodded her head then grabbed the doorknobs of the doors and closed them. She went over to her bathroom and started getting undressed, pulling the cold, uncomfortable clothes off her that clung to her like an extra sick, cold wet type of skin way. Her bra and underwear were very wet and uncomfortable, she threw these on the floor also. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face was pale and clammy. She walked over to the shower and turned on the water. She was about to get in when she went to the door, closed in and locked it. {Stupid Yamcha, now he has me all jumpy. Damn him.} She stepped into the hot water, he cold skin making the water even hotter, almost like a thousand needles poking her. She took a deep breath and immersed her whole body in the hot water. Her back stung for a few seconds then finally cooled down. {I wonder where mom and dad are. That's weird for them not to be here. Moms usually cooking or watching TV, or cleaning, Dads usually in his lab... but he should have been able to hear that shattering noise. Oh well that water at least helped get rid of my hangover, even if I have to take another shower.} Bulma sighed then sat down in the tub with the water beating on her back. She then laid down in the tub with the water beating on her stomach and abdomen. She fell asleep immediately.
She was dreaming of someone yelling her name. The incessant 'Bulma! Bulma!' was driving her mad. She stood up and realized that everything was black. She held up her hand to her face and could barely see her fingers. The thing calling her name was getting louder, it was getting closer. Bulma was getting worried. {Wasn't I in my bathroom? Taking a shower?} She blinked then opened her eyes to a field of wheat with the sun overhead shining on her naked from. She felt the sun everywhere and realized that she had no clothes. The 'Bulma! Bulma!' was softer now like it was being whispered. It stopped after going a while, she felt empty and lonesome. "Come back! Who ever you are, please come back! I want to talk to you!" She turned in all directions, wheat was the only thing in miles. She blinked back tears, the scene had changed again. The wheat was gone, she was in the club she had gone to yesterday. She saw Yamcha sitting at the bar talking to a buxom blonde. She started walking up to him.
"So anyway, I was telling this skank, 'Get lost! You aren't wanted!' then she started to cry. I was like 'Pssh, no one loves you! You're nothing but a whore!' Then I left!" He was obviously drunk.
"Oh Yamcha! How nice of you! She obviously wasn't worth your time!" Nice? For putting down a whore? But this lady had to be as bad as the lady in Yamcha's story. She was walking towards them. {Wait, hadn't I been walking towards them for a while? It can't possibly take me that long to reach them.}
Yamcha started his story again. "So yeah, I was only after this girl for a good fuck, plus she was pretty rich. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she was a skank. So yeah a week later she came crawling back to me! An' I figured why the hell not?" Yamcha took a huge swig of his brandy. "So I was like 'Fy, whateva you want." His speech was horribly slurred.
Bulma finally reached him. "Yamcha?" Yamcha turned his head and glared at her.
"What'd ya want?" He said leaning into her face very closely. Bulma almost fainted from the horrible smell.
"Where are we? What going on here?" She took a step back from him.
"Aren't ya supposed teh be a home cleanin' er somethin'?" He got off of his stool and walked over to Bulma. "What'd I tell ya abou' walkin' outta the house!" He grabbed her by the throat. She started choking.
"L-let g-g-go of me! I-I-I can't breath!" She inhaled sharply Yamcha let go over her throat and gave her an evil grin. He grabbed her by the throat again.
"Heh, whater ya gunna do now? Huh? Your to weak to hurt me." Bulma struggled in his grasp. "And there ain't no to save ya."
"Not true!" She yelled in one breath. "Vegita- will save- me again!" Her face was turning red from lack of air.
"Ha! That monkey? Bulma you have completely gone mental." Suddenly Yamcha was no longer drunk. His eyes turned black. "Don't you remember the day I killed him? Oh yeah that's right, you were to messed up from him screwing you that you didn't even see it. Then you crawled to me like a baby saying you were sorry. Don't you know? I have his head on my wall." Suddenly his face began to swirl with a mix of black. Red, and a fire orange. She closed her eyes to prevent herself from throwing up. When she opened them again, she saw that she wasn't at the bar anymore. As a matter of fact, she was in her hallway that led to her room. But it wasn't her hallway, it looked like someone had redone it. The walls were a deep red with a fireplace every so often. The walls were hung with portraits and deer head. She began walked to where her room should be. She found the door and walked inside. It wasn't her room. The walls were red, not white, it had a fireplace, something it didn't have before. The bed had black satin sheets, and the room was littered with lingerie, very, very revealing lingerie.
"Ugh, who'd wear that?" She picked up a dental flossing looking thong. She threw it into the roaring fire.
"You would, duh. Remember the deal we had?" Yamcha suddenly walked in from the bathroom. He only had a towel across his neck and nothing more. Bulma blushed and hid her head. "Oh Bulma, when did you become miss modesty?" He chuckled. He came up and stood behind her. He whispered into her ear, "Look above the fire place." She looked up to see Vegita's head on a mahogany plaque. His face was set in a scowl. "I placed his head there to remind him that I can have you but he can't." He slid his hands up her waist and to her breasts. "And trust me, I swear his face gets so angry when I fuck you. Its hilarious." Suddenly Yamcha picked up Bulma and threw her on the bed. "I see your wearing that lingerie that you thought was so disgusting.
Bulma looked down, sure enough she saw that she was wearing a black lace bra and a black thong. She tried to get up but Yamcha pushed her down. He smirked at her and began to roughly kiss her face. She felt cold run all over her body as Yamcha began taking off her bra. He threw it to the side and began massaging her breasts. Bulma was in shock. {When did this happen?} She turned her head and saw the plaque with Vegita's head. She started to cry for him when suddenly Vegita's head moved to look at her.
"You bitch," it said. "You betrayed me Bulma. I trusted you." He sneered at her.
"No, what? I don't understand! I didn't betray you!" She whispered.
"Yes you betrayed me Bulma. You're a bitch. Bulma! I hope you rot in hell! BULMA!" Vegita's head screamed at her. She closed her eyes to stop the vision on Vegita yelling her name. "Bulma! Bulma!" Vegita continued.
Suddenly she remembered that Yamcha was over her and she felt a pounding in her ears. With the pounding, the yelling, she screamed. Suddenly someone grabbed her arms and she was yanked out of the dream. She opened her eyes to Vegita holding on to her and looking at her eyes with his dark eyes. Bulma detected a little bit of a blush on his face and a worried look in his eyes.. "Bulma! Bulma!" He yelled at her.
"What happened?" Bulma suddenly got a headache.
"You fell asleep in the shower and was dreaming, then you screamed. I came in here to see if that moron had gotten to you again woman, nothing more." Suddenly he put her down and walked out of her bathroom. Bulma stood on the tile floor. {So, it was just a dream.} She walked over to the shower and felt the water. It was ice cold, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her body. She stepped into the room and saw the doors closing with a click. She pulled out underwear a pair of gray sweat pants and a large sweater. She dressed her self in a daze. {So that was a dream. Why did Vegita look so worried? Why had he come into my room? Was he trying to save me?} She put her sopping wet hair into a towel and left it there for a few minutes then took it off. She brushed her damp hair and left the room with wet hair clinging to her face. {What just happened? What was with that dream?} She shook her head walking down the stairs.}
'ight, I'm ending it there because I'm being threatened by someone. You bitch! I'm doing this for you! You better not as hell burn that! I kill you! Arg! Before you leave I'm reading that! Anyway, this bitch pointed out that I was spelling Burdock, Braddock, I'm sorry, that will be fixed from now on.
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