Just One Week
II.
About time I got home from seeing Gohan and Chi-Chi, it was around eight at night, and I was terrified out of my mind. Have you ever watched a horror movie alone…and even if it was probably the stupidest scary movie ever made, it made you scared? Yeah, well, watching the scene that Chi-Chi acted out only a short hour or so ago was enough to give me the creeps. I thanked Kami that my parents were home…gees! Now I'm beginning to sound like a little girl!
Anyway, I landed the plane, pressing the button on the side to capsule it, shoving it in my pocket as I walked up to my home. I pressed in the ten familiar digits and shortly after that, I was safe and sound in my living room, where my baby was still sound asleep on the couch with one of the robots looking over him.
Wait…one of the robots?!
"Hey, where's my parents?" Bulma asked herself, once she noticed that Trunks was being baby-sat by one of her parents servant robots, again.
She sighed loudly, going to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator, taking out the container of orange juice.
"Mom! Dad!" She yelled, getting a glass and pouring herself a drink. After hearing no answer, she walked back over to the refrigerator, "Hm, wonder where they went off to…"
Once she reached the icebox again, she noticed a piece of paper that held very small handwriting on it, which could only belong to one person…her mother.
Bulma ripped off the letter that was held up by a magnet and read over it quickly, mostly only caring about the little part that happened to say "…last minute notice business trip! See you in a few days!"
She groaned. So much for being able to have her parents there when she was freaked…
Picking up her glass of orange juice, Bulma went back into the living room, sitting at the opposite end of the couch from where Trunks slept, staring at him for awhile. She suddenly shivered.
"Man, for once in my life, I seriously want that kid to wake up and cry as loud as he can," she said, when she realized how quiet the house really did seem.
She looked at the phone that was lying on the coffee table.
"Maybe I should call someone…but who?" What a dumb question! Who was the person she always called when she was feeling lonely?
Bulma pressed in the ten numbers she knew in a heartbeat, listening to it ring for about five seconds, taking little sips of her drink.
"Hello?" Came the voice on the other end, sounding very tired.
"Hi, Yamcha!" Bulma said happily, glad she got a hold of him, "What are you doing?"
He was heard yawning, "Nothing…sleeping. It's been a long day and I couldn't wait to get some rest."
Suddenly, Bulma felt bad about disturbing him. And she thought shopping all day was very tiring, she had no idea how tiring it was to fight someone that was three times stronger than herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll let you go." She said, about to click the power button with her thumb and try someone else.
"No, wait!" Yamcha said quickly, when he realized she was about to hang up. He yawned again, "Did you need anything?"
Bulma shook her head, but then realized Yamcha couldn't see that action over the phone, "No, not really. Just someone to talk to…I feel lonely."
"Lonely?" A pause, "Isn't Vegeta there?"
Bulma sighed, deciding now was as good a time as ever to tell him, "No…he left earlier today…when he came back from fighting Cell."
"What?!" Yamcha yelled, seemingly very confused, "What do you mean he left? Where did he go?"
"He…" Bulma paused. Oh Kami, she knew this would happen. She would begin to talk about it, then she would get all teary eyed and feel very low.
"Bulma?" Yamcha asked when she didn't go on.
"He…he left," was all she said. Even though she already told him that part, she didn't think she would have enough strength to tell him where he left to.
"I'll be right there, Bulma," Yamcha told her. And before she could get another word in, the line went dead, indicating that he had already hung up. She, too, pressed the power button, setting the phone back down on the table. She stared off into space for awhile, thinking of what was going to happen and what they were going to talk about when Yamcha arrived.
Her thoughts didn't last too long, however, as Trunks abruptly cooed and stretched, telling her he was awake and ready to be held again. This brought a small smile to her face, knowing she still had her little boy, if nothing else. Reaching across the couch, she wrapped her hands under Trunks' body, picking him up gently and resting him on her lap.
"Did you have a nice nap, honey?" she asked the baby, bouncing her knee a little, making him giggle in response.
Maybe I am thinking too much on the pessimistic side…just because my future son and Vegeta left, and Goku's dead, doesn't mean there isn't everyone else. I still have Yamcha, Gohan, Chi-Chi, Krillin (although I don't see him too often anyway), and…my parents.
Bulma smiled, proud of herself for thinking differently for the first time that day. She looked down at Trunks again, seeing him smile up at her widely. That alone put a big smile on her face.
Yeah…things will definitely be looking up here very soon…
Just then, her doorbell rang, followed by the opening of the door. Since Yamcha did live at Capsule Corp. for quite awhile, he also knew the password off by heart. She sat there, waiting for him to enter the living room. Once he did, she noticed that he looked about the same as Gohan. Well, she could tell he took a shower, but tons of bruises were still in focus.
"Bulma?" Yamcha asked, walking quickly over to the couch and sitting beside her, "Are you okay?"
Bulma gave him a brave smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'll be just fine."
Yamcha, too, nodded, his muscles un-tensing once he realized she really was okay, "Well…did you want to talk about anything?" he asked, leaning back against the couch, slumped slightly.
"No, nothing in particular…" Bulma said slowly before she sighed, "Okay, so maybe there is."
Hearing this, Yamcha smirked, loving the way Bulma would always give in to talking about something, even if no one made her. Actually, that was probably the only time she did talk freely…when she herself wanted to.
Bulma started off slowly, "Vegeta came home today…all beat up and bruised, but I was pretty much expecting that…"
As she went on with her story of what happened earlier that day, she knew a couple of tears slid down her cheeks, but she made no effort to push them away. After all, any girl that was any girl would be heartbroken over what she just went through.
And Yamcha listened intensely, his eyes often narrowing when she told him something that made him really ticked off at Vegeta. Bulma even went as far as to tell him what happened at the Sons' place, that alone making her voice crack. It was then when she actually did realize how much that frightened her.
When she was done, her eyes and nose stung with pain of not getting that relieve to cry. But it wasn't because she was holding back, it was because she remembered how brave Gohan was being and he was just a kid…her, being a full grown woman, figured she would be able to handle anything that came her way.
She hung her head low, looking down at Trunks who, once again, fell asleep, and sighed, "Everything just seems really screwed up right now."
Yamcha nodded, wrapping his one arm around her shoulders and pulling her back against the couch with him, holding her in a comforting manner, "Yeah, but after awhile, everything should go back to normal."
Bulma nodded, snuggling against Yamcha more and holding Trunks closer to her bosom, "I really hope you're right, Yamcha…I miss the good old days."
He chuckled, tilting his head back so it could rest against the top of the couch in a comfortable position, "I do, too, Bulma…I think everyone does."
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, not sure if she wanted to say what was on her mind or not.
"…Yamcha?" she asked quietly, almost in a very hushed whisper.
"Mm-hmm?" he responded, yet not moving from his position.
Bulma put her elbow against the back of the couch in order to prop herself up and look at Yamcha, yet not disturb Trunks at the same time. But as she looked…she felt her face grow red as she became nervous and suddenly wished she just would've kept her mouth shut.
Yamcha looked down at her, curiosity running through his eyes, "What is it?"
She took a deep breath and… "Why not go back to the good old days?" she asked, taking her one hand away from holding Trunks to reach out and grab Yamcha's hand that wasn't around her shoulder.
He blinked a couple of times at her, looked down at their hands, then looked back at her, "What do you…mean?"
If it was any other time, she would have slapped him upside the head for being so stupid. But at the moment, she was trying to prove a point.
Turning sideways more, Bulma began to lean forward, pressing her lips to his ever so gently. Thankfully, he responded almost immediately, making Bulma relax and squeeze his hand tighter.
Actually, she had no intention of letting go, if it wasn't for the fact that Trunks groaned, since he was kind of getting smothered in between the two.
Bulma pulled her lips away from his, opening her eyes to meet his. She blushed a little, having it been over a year since the two shared a kiss like that.
She felt her lips pull up at the sides, showing him a smile, "So…how 'bout it?"
Yamcha stared dumbfounded at her, as if he didn't know what just happened and was at a loss of words. He averted his eyes to their hands once more, noticing that Bulma was gently massaging his hand with her thumb. He blinked a couple of times, snapping himself out of his thoughts. He sighed and looked back up at Bulma with sad eyes.
"Bulma…I'm sorry. Too much time has gone by and…" his shoulders slumped, "I just can't."
Even though she heard this, her small smile didn't disappear. It looked almost like he said "I'll seriously think about it" instead of what he actually did say.
"You…can't?" she finally questioned.
He shook his head, "I already planned out my life…I'm continuing with baseball in about a week."
Bulma's smile faded as she looked at him questioningly, "Baseball?"
Yamcha nodded, "Yeah, after fighting Cell, I realized that I was done with fighting. Why not retire from it and go to something else I enjoy? Baseball…that's the first thing that came to mind."
Nodding her head slowly, Bulma looked down at Trunks and ran her hand over his head, "So you're choosing baseball over me?"
"No, no!" Yamcha said, squeezing her hand to reassure her, "It's just—."
Bulma smirked some, "You did a double negative. That means yes."
Yamcha shook his head hard, "No, Bulma!"
She chuckled a bit, seeing Yamcha getting all flustered over nothing, "Yamcha, I was just kidding…actually, it's quite understandable that you want to go back to something that's much less…stressful." She shrugged and continued on, "And I made my mistake of sleeping with Vegeta, and I'll just deal with the consequences on my own."
His eyes softened, pulling her back to him for a warm embrace, "Don't say that, Bulma. You know you'll never be alone."
Bulma thought about this for a moment before nodding, "Yeah…I guess you're right."
With that said, she yawned, which made Yamcha yawn.
He laughed a little, "Guess I'm still kind of tired…"
Bulma nodded, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder while squeezing Trunks lightly, "Stay with me tonight?"
She felt Yamcha push away some of the hair that fell in her face, "Of course…"
Sighing in content, she slowly felt herself drifting off to sleep.
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The next morning, Bulma awoke lying on the couch, still holding Trunks in her arms, with a big blanket draped over them. She blinked a couple of times, trying to get used to the light of day. She looked around tiredly, lifting her head off the comfy cushion.
"Yamcha?" she called out groggily, slapping her hand to her forehead and running it back through her messy hair. Groaning, she sat up slowly, making sure not to disturb Trunks. She wrapped the blanket around him more securely before standing up wobbly and making her way into the kitchen.
"Yamcha?" she said again, going over to the table and sitting down in one of the chairs. Looking at the table, she noticed another piece of paper sitting there. She picked it up and read it, noticing that it was from Yamcha and he had to go sometime around nine a.m. Bulma put the paper back down on the table, resting her head on her arms and hiding her face. She was still on the tired side, but sleeping on a couch all night made her sore.
Now what am I going to do? Yamcha's off playing baseball, my parents are going to be away for awhile, and I'm sure Gohan and Chi-Chi don't want me to bother them…
She looked at the door that led to the living room, which Trunks slept in.
Maybe we can go shopping…Trunks does need some new clothes, and while we're at it, I can get some new things for myself.
Bulma smiled through her sleepiness and put her head back down, "I'm a genius…" she complimented herself, feeling herself begin to doze off again…
"WAAAAA!!" came a sudden wail. Bulma hopped out of her seat like an alarm just went off beside her head. Once she focused her mind more, she realized it was Trunks crying.
She jogged into the living room, "Oh my, calm down, Trunks. Mommy's here," she said, reassuring him. She picked him up and bounced him lightly, trying to calm him down. She did a complete circle, acting like she was dancing with him.
"You're a divine dancer, Trunks," she said, giggling a bit, but that only made him cry harder and louder.
Bulma winced, never really enjoying the half-Saiyan child's abnormally high pitched voice. She took a deep breath and…
"Whoa! Pee-u, Trunks! I think someone needs a diaper changing!" Bulma announced, walking to the steps and bouncing up them, "How about I just give you a nice, warm bath while we're at it, ne?"
Trunks screamed again, letting his mother know he was very unhappy. Bulma quickly got to the bathroom, setting him down on the changing table. She stripped him of his clothes, cleaned him off a bit, then settled him in the perfectly warm bath water.
Almost immediately, Trunks settled down.
Bulma smiled, proud of herself, "There, see! That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Trunks only stared up at her strangely as she got a washcloth and ran it over his shoulders and down his chest, resting on her knees as she did so.
She sighed silently as she spilled some water on Trunks' head, getting what little hair he had wet.
I love Trunks with all my heart, but sometimes I wish I would've had a girl…we would have had more in common, that's for sure.
Bulma giggled when Trunks put his hands down quickly in the water, splashing water into his face, making him squint his eyes and shake his head.
But I'm very happy with what I've got. Who knows, maybe Chi-Chi will have a baby girl, that way it'll be more evenly matched.
"Right, Trunks?" she asked him, even though she wasn't talking out loud before, "Then maybe you two can grow up together and be a cute little couple, huh?" she giggled again, pinching his chubby cheek playfully.
Heh…that wouldn't be half-bad. She thought to herself once more. Goku's daughter and my son in love…
Actually, she just realized how that sounded. Not noticing that she lowered the washcloth into the water and stopped scrubbing Trunks, she stared off into space.
Guess it'll be like one of those…'never happened in the first generation, so why not let it happen in the second generation?' thing. I wonder how life would be now if Goku and I got together instead of…
Bulma shook her head and stared wide-eyed at Trunks, like he suggested the subject, "Whoa! Where'd that thought come from?" she asked, noticing that Trunks had his eyebrow raised at her.
She laughed, "You're not even two years old and already you think I'm crazy?" she reached for his stomach and tickled him, enjoying hearing his laugh.
Life will be perfectly fine in no time…
Hello! Wow, has it actually been four months since I updated this thing?! Gees, I'm so sorry to those of you who reviewed! I guess when I started school again, I just got behind on my work when I tried to write and I kept thinking up new story ideas and completely abandoned my old ones! How mean of me! ^_^ Oh well, it's finally updated, so, please review!
BTW: I changed my name to Enula…and I hope you liked the little Bulma/Yamcha scene. Hehe!