Cherry: Let's skip the small talk and get to the disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters, nor will I ever. Maybe when I upload the next three chapters (7, 8, and 9) I'll have the time to write out a decant intro. But as for now...nothing. Remeber, reviews are loved! It only takes a few seconds to type out a short review. Flames will be used to make s'mores!

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"He was over here, wasn't he, woman?" Vegeta interrogated that night.

"No! Well...maybe for a little bit...but nothing happened..." Bulma said, looking down and turning away. She shifted slightly on the edge of the bed, averting her eyes.

"His scent is all over the place." he glowered.

"So?" she asked.

"So...his stupid human stench is all over everything, including you. It's making me nauseous."

"I thought he smelled nice."

"Stupid woman...of course you would."

"If you would stop being so anal retentive, the--"

She was cut off as Vegeta whipped around and smacked her.

"Shut up! I hate doing this to you but it's the only way you'll learn..." he muttered.

"If you hate doing it, then why do you do it?" she fired back.

"You won't listen to anything else."

"He's only a friend! Can't I have guy friends? Is it against the law?"

"I smell your fear and your guilt. It has lingered since, like it won't go away, like you are worried by something..." he grumbled, stalking about her.

"It's not like I slept with him..." she choked.

Vegeta studied her for a moment, a low growl of anger rumbling in his throat. His sour frown turned into a glare of hate.

"You lie...that is what happened.... I can't believe you would drop so.... LOW!" he screamed at her, slapping her again, knocking her down. He grabbed her up by the hair, shaking her as he yelled into her ear.

"How could you do this????? SLUT!!!" he screamed at her, heaving her to the floor.

"Please...Vegeta...it was a one-night...stand..." she cried. Had she been thinking properly, she would have denied it. But her thoughts were muddled and her mouth seemed to run on it's own accord.

"So it all comes out...LYING BITCH!!!" he yelled louder, beating her and throwing her into a wall.

Bulma got up and made a dash to the bedside. She seized up a book and threw it at him as hard as she could, watching in satisfaction as the corner nailed him in the forehead. Taking advantage of his momentary confusion, she dodged around him and out the door. She pounded down the hall and headed for the stairs. She could hear him stalking behind her, and she sped up. She bounded down the stairs and slipped halfway, falling down end over end. Once she hit the floor, she got up painfully and rubbed her ankle. It was probably sprained. She shot up and dashed to the door. She pushed it open, forgetting the keys to the car; there was no time to hunt for them tonight. It was pouring out, and the rain ran down her body as she sped down the street, her ankle throbbing violently. But she kept running, down the street, her mind racing.


"Whenever you need me...I'm here."

She ran to the pay phone and dialed up that certain someone's number. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. She slammed the phone down and sobbed, her tears intermingling with the rain as she just cried for what seemed like three or so minutes. She suddenly felt a bit of weight on her shoulder and turned around. Yamcha was standing there, bare-chested with only his slacks on. She sized him up and found he wasn't wearing any shoes either. She put her hands up around her shoulders and realized the weight she felt was his jacket that he had draped there.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, undaunted by the rain.

"I could ask you the same thing." she shivered. "And you don't even have any shoes on!"

"Heh. Stop being such a mother hen. I have a bit of a cold anyways." he smirked.

"Do you want your little cold to become full-blown pneumonia?" she lectured, wagging her finger.

"You worry too much."

"Maybe I do."

"Well, ease up. Worrying will give you premature wrinkles."

She punched him lightly and glared, but eased up.

"Let's go back to my place. You look a bit chilled." he said, putting an arm around her and smiling as they walked together to his place.

Bulma wanted to run, to flee in case Vegeta was coming; but Yamcha kept grabbing her by the arm and slowing her down. He pushed open the door to his house and stepped inside. He took back his soaking jacket and hung it up on the coat rack, smiling at Bulma. Bulma didn't notice though, she was too busy panicking about what Vegeta would do when she got back home...if he didn't follow her and take her back by force, that is. Yamcha frowned and looked at her.

"What's...wrong?" he asked.

She said nothing but instead looked up at him with an aggrieved face. He blinked and slung a hand around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Look, why don't you go use the bathroom next to my bedroom and take a nice, warm bath to relax."

"That sounds good...but what will I wear? My clothes are soaked..."

"I'm pretty fond of the birthday suit you have..." he said, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Bulma glared up at him, and he laughed. "I'm kidding...you can borrow a pair of my pajamas. Now just go and relax." he smirked, letting go and watching her disappear up the stairs.

He was so close to her...and yet so far from what he desired. The way the dress clung to her when she first came in, the way it showed every curve of her body... He groaned, feeling a warm throbbing sensation in his groin. The blood pounded, and he moaned again. He wanted her so badly. But he knew he couldn't have her. The first time was only a fluke. It was blind luck. This time, he wouldn't get so lucky. He let out a sigh and collapsed in a chair, resting his eyes and slipping off into a peaceful nap.

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Up in the bathroom, Bulma sat easily in the tub, letting the warm waters massages her aching muscles. She was tired and needed a good, stress-free rest. She didn't feel as sick as she had earlier on and she was glad. Half of it was probably just the anxiety, anyways. Her ankle hurt like holy hell and she flinched every time she moved it. She lifted it out of the water and saw why. It had swollen up pretty bad. It was only most likely sprained, but with her luck, it was probably broken. No... that isn't possible. I can still walk on it...just a sprain, she told herself. She sighed and relaxed, thinking of the past days. Vegeta was growing increasingly violent and restless and it bothered her. No, not bothered, it frightened her. And now that she had a baby to take care of... She rubbed her stomach, feelings of fear creeping in. She shook it off and stood up, stepping out of the bath. She wrapped a towel around her body and walked downstairs. She saw Yamcha sleeping in the easy chair and shook him lightly. He sleepily opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Hey...that's right. I still gotta get you yer clothes, huh?" he said jadedly.

She said nothing but nodded, and followed him up the stairs. He dug through his clothes drawers and pulled out a pair of pale blue pajamas.

"They might be a little big for you but...it's the best I can do." he said with a faded smile.

"It's okay." she said. "Um...do you mind?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

He nodded and turned around, looking away. She got dressed quickly, not wanting to give him any kind of peep show. She tapped him on the shoulder and smiled as he turned around.

"You can sleep here in my room tonight. I don't mind." he spoke quickly.

"But...where are you going to sleep?" she blinked, put off by his sudden tone.

"It's a big bed." he smirked.

"You know where that will probably lead..." she warned.

"That's the point." he grinned.

Bulma laughed short and whacked him playfully. He smiled back and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'll...just sleep on the couch." he declared.

He got up and turned down the sheets, ushering Bulma in. He covered her up and smiled, giving her a small kiss on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams, good night, don't let the bedbugs bite." he said in a sing-song, closing the door and heading downstairs.

Bulma couldn't repress the tiny laugh that crept up on her. Whenever she was with Yamcha, she felt so...light-hearted. It was his boyish nature that made her forget everything. And that was what she needed. To forget...

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Yamcha trekked down the stairs and collapsed on his favorite chair. Screw the damn couch; he was comfy sitting in the chair. He pulled down a blanket and snuggled up. He nearly had a heart attack when Pu'ar floated over and curled up on his lap.

"What was all that about?" she asked.

"Nothing...Well, actually..." he started.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you go upstairs and keep Bulma company. She's probably sleeping, but I have this feeling that tonight is gonna be a long night."

"Okay." she smiled, getting up and floating up the stairs, casting him one long glance.

Yamcha sighed and closed his eyes. Right now, he wanted to be alone. But what he wanted was never in his grasp. Ten minutes later, Bulma came down the stairs and shook him awake.

"Hnnn? What?" he muttered, half asleep.

"I...I...can't sleep."

He smiled and pet his lap. "C'mere." he said.

Bulma didn't hesitate and crawled up on to his lap. She snuggled against him and relaxed, feeling very comfortable except for a slight bulge in his pants pressing against her legs, but she ignored it.

"What's going on with you and Vegeta?" he asked.

"Huh? N-nothing."

"No. I want the truth. I hate being lied to."

"I...we...well, our marriage has hit a hiccup, so to speak." she finally decided.

"A hiccup? You looked terrorized to death when I found you."

"I...Vegeta can be...scary at times. I needed a break."

"He isn't hurting you, is h--"

"No."

Yamcha looked at her skeptically.

Damn. Bulma thought. I answered too quickly... She looked at him, and was greeted by a warm smile.

"It's all good. I won't pry." he smiled.

She could tell he wanted to know, but she didn't feel like explaining anything. They laid together, just the two of them, in the quiet darkness.

"Couldn't you just...stay here forever?" Bulma sighed, half asleep.

Yamcha said nothing response, so she poked him a few times.

"Hmmm? Oh...well, not really. I have a spring poking me in the ass and it's really bugging me."

"I know how you feel." she joked.

She caught his blush and laughed about it, reaching up to play with his hair.

"Then let's go lay on the couch." he whispered.

"I'm for it." he said.

He scooped her up and carried her to the couch and cuddled down, dragging a blanket over the two of them. He pulled her close and held her until he could hear her soft, even breathing of slumber. He picked her up and carried her upstairs. He pulled down the covers and tucked her in. Pu'ar was sleeping soundly and he didn't want to wake her. he went back downstairs for some shut-eye. He sprawled on the couch, stretching his legs and slinging his hand over his face and dozing off.

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Cherry: Aw, what a kawaii ending, ne? I thought so. Well, gotta run1 catch you next chapter!