With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Nineteen: Yamcha's Final Hour
"It was nice of you to pay the bill, Vegeta." Bulma said as they walked out of the restaurant.
"I was the one who invited you out for dinner, was I not?" Vegeta smirked. Bulma laughed, then shivered in a cold wind, and looked at her watch. "Ten forty-six, and it's cold, too." She wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Vegeta slipped off the sport jacket he wore, and put it on Bulma's shoulders. The sport jacket he owned, which set it apart from most everything else he wore that evening. "Is that warmer?" He asked. Bulma nodded, and leaned into him as they headed across the parking lot to the car. "Good." He smiled.
As they reached the porch of the house, Bulma stopped Vegeta at the door. "Was that a date?" She wondered, lightly pulling him closer by the tie he wore. Vegeta looked at her with an even stare. "Do you want it to be?" He asked.
Bulma kissed him on the cheek, then opened the front door and stepped in. "Does that answer your question?" She said.
"It was your question in the first place," Vegeta shot back with a look of enjoyed competition on his face. Bulma blew him a kiss as she ran upstairs, turning it in for the night, while Vegeta decided to raid the refrigerator for a last-minute snack. Vegeta'd 'caught' the kiss, and pretended to be overwhelmed with love, making Bulma laugh on her way to her room. He pulled the door of the appliance open, causing it to hum lightly as he searched the contents of it. "Hm..." he tapped his fingers on the side of the door as he pondered what to do in this situation, there being not a large selection left. "Uh-huh." Vegeta snatched a few slices of assorted meats, and shoved them in his mouth while opening the freezer door, just above. "Mm..." he commented on the meats. His eyes scanned what he had to work with in the freezer, and he saw nothing of interest. He slammed both doors closed, and grabbed a glass of water before heading up the creaking stairs.
Vegeta was halfway up when he heard his name yelled out, and not for the first time that day, in a certain tone of fright.
"Vegeta!" Sounded Bulma.
Vegeta spilled the water on the carpeted stairs in surprise, and dropped the glass. Thank Kami it was thick, and there was carpet. The cup rolled down the staircase while Vegeta ran up it, yelling 'what now?!'.
"Vegeta, help!" Bulma cried again. Vegeta opened the door to her room, to find Bulma in her pajamas being dragged across her room and out the window. "Yamcha!" Vegeta sensed who he could not see in the dark. He quickly paced to the window sill, and took Bulma's hands, where her fingers were just barely clinging to the window's frame on the inside. "Let her go, you imbecile, you're going to hurt her!" He ordered.
"No, she's coming with me!" Yamcha tugged at her feet, which Bulma attempted to kick him with. Yamcha steadied her legs. "Don't aggravate me, Bulma dear!' He said while pulling yet harder against the Saiyan.
"Get away from me!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta would not let go of Bulma's hands, and Yamcha kept pulling more fiercely. Vegeta didn't want to hurt the girl in any way, so he allowed himself to be pulled out the window with her. Yamcha was thrown backwards by the sudden accepting force, and Bulma landed in Vegeta's arms as he hovered in mid-air outside Bulma's room. "Let's go in. He's not worth my time to kill." He turned, and had one leg in the window, when--
SMACK! Vegeta felt no pain, and suddenly discovered it was not he who'd been hit by Yamcha's blow, being a slap of anger. Bulma rubbed her cheek, and Vegeta turned around to face the attacker. "Have I given you permission to hurt her?!" He yelled.
"She deserved it, the treacherous little--"
"Don't you dare talk about Bulma like that!" Vegeta screamed, throwing a punch at Yamcha's face. The human went back from the tremendous force, and looked up with a bloody nose after smacking into a tree. "You've a good punch." He said, not giving up yet. He advanced, and tried to kick Vegeta clear across the throat. Vegeta caught the boy's leg before it had reached the destination, and he twisted it so hard it gave a snap, and Yamcha cried out in pain. "AAA!" He moved away and held his leg. "You have broken one of my limbs!" He announced.
"Great to know you can identify injuries on your own body. I wonder why. Maybe it's because you're always getting beat up, you weak little boy. You should go home to your mother now." Vegeta smirked, getting into the fight. It was more like a punching bag session, though, because Vegeta was Yamcha's superior by a far.
"Grr...ah!" Yamcha swung his fist at the quick-witted Saiyan, who'd insulted him more times than countable.
"Heh. I can tell you haven't been training for the androids much, have you?" Vegeta snatched his wrist, and threw him from the second floor height of the building to hit the ground. Yamcha didn't move. Vegeta put Bulma in the window before flying to the ground to inspect Yamcha's defeat. Rolling the man onto his back and revealing a gruesome look on his face, Vegeta judged that Yamcha was almost dead, with only a few nerves twitching. He could fix that. "Hm!" Vegeta stomped on the neck of the boy mercilessly, and saw the body go more limp than it had been. "If, and when, you are ever revived with the Dragonballs, which I doubt we will chose you over Dr. Breifs, I will ensure you're either locked up or dead." Vegeta threatened. Yamcha could hear the man perfectly fine, even if he was already dead. He listened as he made his way up to the long line before King Yama's desk.
"He's gone, then?" Bulma asked, shivering. Vegeta nodded grimly, and fastened her window shut after entering the room. Two people dead in one day, and both were somewhat of value in the predicament they'd be in come the May after next year's. But Bulma was safe, and Dr. Breifs would most likely reconsider drinking if he were revived.
"Well, I guess we're going to be alone for the next two weeks, then. Mom won't be back until the twenty-first, and it's the fourteenth now. And Dad's...gone. So is Yamcha. Unless anyone visits, the maids will be the only ones to keep us company." Bulma said.
"We'll revive your father, Bulma. He's learnt some things since he died this morning." Vegeta sat beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "It's going to work out." He whispered.
After hours of Bulma's crying, and Vegeta's comforts, the two decided it would be best to get some rest before the next day. They'd have to be fully awake to find a polite way to announce both deaths to everyone. Vegeta had ensured that Bulma was asleep and safe from any harm that may come upon her before he left the room, and went into his own. He sat on the bed and wondered how everyone would take Dr. Breifs and Yamcha's sudden departure from this world. He knew someone was bound to be on his back about how Yamcha died, and everyone knew Dr. Breifs would eventually kick the bucket from the heavy drinking he'd started, but it wasn't his problem. He'd already dealt with it, and Bulma was feeling better. It was all a matter of getting everyone else to accept it and move on. There were more important things than grieving for those who have gone.
------------- I know a few people were excited to see Yamcha die [cough] Kat and I [cough] , so he's off for a visit to see Yama! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that you aren't too mad about me not writing about their actual date. If you want to know something about what I would have written it like [I was going to write this chapter as their date out at dinner, but it didn't work for me] , Vegeta was very polite to Bulma, and he took her to a very fancy restaurant. He came up with the money by doing a little street fighting on the side before this story started... I don;t know why. Just...don't complain! I had to get over my writer's block somehow! :)
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Nineteen: Yamcha's Final Hour
"It was nice of you to pay the bill, Vegeta." Bulma said as they walked out of the restaurant.
"I was the one who invited you out for dinner, was I not?" Vegeta smirked. Bulma laughed, then shivered in a cold wind, and looked at her watch. "Ten forty-six, and it's cold, too." She wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Vegeta slipped off the sport jacket he wore, and put it on Bulma's shoulders. The sport jacket he owned, which set it apart from most everything else he wore that evening. "Is that warmer?" He asked. Bulma nodded, and leaned into him as they headed across the parking lot to the car. "Good." He smiled.
As they reached the porch of the house, Bulma stopped Vegeta at the door. "Was that a date?" She wondered, lightly pulling him closer by the tie he wore. Vegeta looked at her with an even stare. "Do you want it to be?" He asked.
Bulma kissed him on the cheek, then opened the front door and stepped in. "Does that answer your question?" She said.
"It was your question in the first place," Vegeta shot back with a look of enjoyed competition on his face. Bulma blew him a kiss as she ran upstairs, turning it in for the night, while Vegeta decided to raid the refrigerator for a last-minute snack. Vegeta'd 'caught' the kiss, and pretended to be overwhelmed with love, making Bulma laugh on her way to her room. He pulled the door of the appliance open, causing it to hum lightly as he searched the contents of it. "Hm..." he tapped his fingers on the side of the door as he pondered what to do in this situation, there being not a large selection left. "Uh-huh." Vegeta snatched a few slices of assorted meats, and shoved them in his mouth while opening the freezer door, just above. "Mm..." he commented on the meats. His eyes scanned what he had to work with in the freezer, and he saw nothing of interest. He slammed both doors closed, and grabbed a glass of water before heading up the creaking stairs.
Vegeta was halfway up when he heard his name yelled out, and not for the first time that day, in a certain tone of fright.
"Vegeta!" Sounded Bulma.
Vegeta spilled the water on the carpeted stairs in surprise, and dropped the glass. Thank Kami it was thick, and there was carpet. The cup rolled down the staircase while Vegeta ran up it, yelling 'what now?!'.
"Vegeta, help!" Bulma cried again. Vegeta opened the door to her room, to find Bulma in her pajamas being dragged across her room and out the window. "Yamcha!" Vegeta sensed who he could not see in the dark. He quickly paced to the window sill, and took Bulma's hands, where her fingers were just barely clinging to the window's frame on the inside. "Let her go, you imbecile, you're going to hurt her!" He ordered.
"No, she's coming with me!" Yamcha tugged at her feet, which Bulma attempted to kick him with. Yamcha steadied her legs. "Don't aggravate me, Bulma dear!' He said while pulling yet harder against the Saiyan.
"Get away from me!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta would not let go of Bulma's hands, and Yamcha kept pulling more fiercely. Vegeta didn't want to hurt the girl in any way, so he allowed himself to be pulled out the window with her. Yamcha was thrown backwards by the sudden accepting force, and Bulma landed in Vegeta's arms as he hovered in mid-air outside Bulma's room. "Let's go in. He's not worth my time to kill." He turned, and had one leg in the window, when--
SMACK! Vegeta felt no pain, and suddenly discovered it was not he who'd been hit by Yamcha's blow, being a slap of anger. Bulma rubbed her cheek, and Vegeta turned around to face the attacker. "Have I given you permission to hurt her?!" He yelled.
"She deserved it, the treacherous little--"
"Don't you dare talk about Bulma like that!" Vegeta screamed, throwing a punch at Yamcha's face. The human went back from the tremendous force, and looked up with a bloody nose after smacking into a tree. "You've a good punch." He said, not giving up yet. He advanced, and tried to kick Vegeta clear across the throat. Vegeta caught the boy's leg before it had reached the destination, and he twisted it so hard it gave a snap, and Yamcha cried out in pain. "AAA!" He moved away and held his leg. "You have broken one of my limbs!" He announced.
"Great to know you can identify injuries on your own body. I wonder why. Maybe it's because you're always getting beat up, you weak little boy. You should go home to your mother now." Vegeta smirked, getting into the fight. It was more like a punching bag session, though, because Vegeta was Yamcha's superior by a far.
"Grr...ah!" Yamcha swung his fist at the quick-witted Saiyan, who'd insulted him more times than countable.
"Heh. I can tell you haven't been training for the androids much, have you?" Vegeta snatched his wrist, and threw him from the second floor height of the building to hit the ground. Yamcha didn't move. Vegeta put Bulma in the window before flying to the ground to inspect Yamcha's defeat. Rolling the man onto his back and revealing a gruesome look on his face, Vegeta judged that Yamcha was almost dead, with only a few nerves twitching. He could fix that. "Hm!" Vegeta stomped on the neck of the boy mercilessly, and saw the body go more limp than it had been. "If, and when, you are ever revived with the Dragonballs, which I doubt we will chose you over Dr. Breifs, I will ensure you're either locked up or dead." Vegeta threatened. Yamcha could hear the man perfectly fine, even if he was already dead. He listened as he made his way up to the long line before King Yama's desk.
"He's gone, then?" Bulma asked, shivering. Vegeta nodded grimly, and fastened her window shut after entering the room. Two people dead in one day, and both were somewhat of value in the predicament they'd be in come the May after next year's. But Bulma was safe, and Dr. Breifs would most likely reconsider drinking if he were revived.
"Well, I guess we're going to be alone for the next two weeks, then. Mom won't be back until the twenty-first, and it's the fourteenth now. And Dad's...gone. So is Yamcha. Unless anyone visits, the maids will be the only ones to keep us company." Bulma said.
"We'll revive your father, Bulma. He's learnt some things since he died this morning." Vegeta sat beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "It's going to work out." He whispered.
After hours of Bulma's crying, and Vegeta's comforts, the two decided it would be best to get some rest before the next day. They'd have to be fully awake to find a polite way to announce both deaths to everyone. Vegeta had ensured that Bulma was asleep and safe from any harm that may come upon her before he left the room, and went into his own. He sat on the bed and wondered how everyone would take Dr. Breifs and Yamcha's sudden departure from this world. He knew someone was bound to be on his back about how Yamcha died, and everyone knew Dr. Breifs would eventually kick the bucket from the heavy drinking he'd started, but it wasn't his problem. He'd already dealt with it, and Bulma was feeling better. It was all a matter of getting everyone else to accept it and move on. There were more important things than grieving for those who have gone.
------------- I know a few people were excited to see Yamcha die [cough] Kat and I [cough] , so he's off for a visit to see Yama! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that you aren't too mad about me not writing about their actual date. If you want to know something about what I would have written it like [I was going to write this chapter as their date out at dinner, but it didn't work for me] , Vegeta was very polite to Bulma, and he took her to a very fancy restaurant. He came up with the money by doing a little street fighting on the side before this story started... I don;t know why. Just...don't complain! I had to get over my writer's block somehow! :)