Yamcha paced through the halls pf his apartment, entering rooms only to
exit them again momentarily. He felt lost in his own skin. He didn't know
what to do. Memories that should make him feel happy were clouding his
mind and waging war on his emotions.
His relationship with Bulma was, at this point, luke-warm at best. Even so, he knew she wouldn't take this lightly. After all, she went to another planet to search for a new set of dragon balls to bring him back. Then again, things just haven't seemed right since he was wished back. There was a secret hanging in the air at Capsule Corporation, and he could feel it. The tension between them whenever he tried to get close to her was nothing compared to the electricity he saw spark in her when he mentioned her Saiyan house guest.
Another wave of emotions hit him full force, flooding his mind with blue hair and fair skin...he remembered the first time he saw her naked (although she still doesn't know about that). He remembered the first date, the first dance, the first kiss...the first fight, the first insult, the first break-up...he remembered it all.
Yamcha also remembered the way Bulma tried to make him jealous by telling him about some dream she had about Vegeta. She said he was a good kisser...and that was what it took to bring him to his senses.
There was no way she would take this well. He has thought about writing he a letter, but that was too cowardly...and he wouldn't want to give Vegeta more ammunition, now would he? No, a letter wouldn't do, besides, she deserved better than that. He needed to do this to her face, and then she would understand...at least he hoped.
They had broken up before...over a fan girl or two...but they always seemed to get back together. Their last reconciliation happened before Goku was to fight Nappa and Vegeta. They had a very sweet year together but it wasn't without its snags.
Yamcha wanted to take the relationship further. To think after all those years together, they had yet to sleep together. Not that he was a virgin. During a break-up, he found a very pretty blond to share a few nights with...and Bulma found out. That was what made her decide that she needed to have a ring on her finger before she would think about having sex with him. The problem was he just couldn't bring himself to propose.
Next thin you know, the Saiyans are on Earth, and Yamcha is training with Tien and Chaoutzou at King Kai's. No more Bulma. To be Honest, it was a huge relief. He pushed his one time sweet heart to the back of his mind, and it wasn't until he was reminded that he had a girl to go back to that she entered his mind.
If it weren't for Bulma, he wouldn't be alive right now. If it weren't for her genius mind figuring out how to get to Namek, then he would be sitting in the next dimension. He owed her everything. That's why he was setting her free.
The flight to Capsule Corp. seemed to take ages. Yamcha wasn't even sure if Bulma would still be up. Guilt claimed his stomach and made the flu seem like a picnic as the lights of the compound drew near. The night air was damp and did nothing to ward off the shivers that ran down his spine as he hovered over to her window.
There she sat, typing furiously at her laptop. It was late, and by the looks of the document, she seemed to be doing some pretty hefty calculations. Little did the little scientist know that in a few short moments, her world would be turned upside down.
Yamcha taped gently on her window, trying not to scare her. He was surprised when she held up a finger, signaling him to wait a moment. It was odd...he never came to her window...
I wonder what the hell he wants now! Bulma thought as she finished her final keystroke, saving her calculations.
It isn't enough that I slave for him all day, but now he's cutting into my sleep! At least I'm done with the upgrade...that should keep him satisfied for a week or two... She was fuming in her logical mind...but the attention she had been getting from her royal house guest was exciting none the less.
Anticipating a scowl like no other, she opened her window, only to find the last person on her mind.
"Yamcha?" She said, a little too much surprise in her voice.
"Yeah...who'd you expect?" He answered with a nervous chuckle.
"I...um...Vegeta actually. I've been working on an upgrade for the Gravity Simulator and he's been, well, impatient." She replied, a weak smile hinting at the corners of her mouth as a slight blush stained her cheeks.
She waved him into her room.
"Listen, Bulma...Babe...we need to talk." The words were barely audible through the waver in his voice.
"I know, I've thought about it a lot, Yamcha, but I'm just not ready..."
"It's not that, Babe." He whispered, staring at his feet.
The blush that previously stained her cheeks drained from her face, leaving her skin a sickly pale.
"I think we should break up. It doesn't seem right to stay together right now. Life is too short...the androids will be here in less than two years...and I wouldn't want either one of us to spend this time unhappy. I love you, but not like I should. We both deserve to be happy. What if I die like to boy from the Future said? I would like to spend my last bit of time happy, and what about you? You're supposed to live, Bulma...only you. Go find someone that will make you happy, someone who can help you grieve if the worst should happen. Find someone to treat you like the princess that you are." He was looking her in the eyes now, expecting tears, but seeing none.
"You're that un-happy Yamcha?" she whispered.
"Yeah..." He trailed off.
"Then goodbye, I guess." She whispered as she cast her eyes towards her open widow.
With one final look at his past, Yamcha took flight into the night.
It was 3:00 a.m., and Bulma couldn't sleep. She has a big bowl of strawberries sitting in front of along with a cup of tea and the blue prints for the Gravity Room. It was finally done, but she took no joy in the fact. Having a project would help her right now. She needed to get her mind together, but try as she might, all she could think about was how unhappy she had made Yamcha.
She had a knack for that, for making people unhappy...clients and employees, Vegeta, her parents, Yamcha...even the frikin cat.
In the background, the gravity room shut down.
Bulma had been so worked up; she hadn't even realized that Vegeta was still training.
Speak of the devil, the prince walked into the kitchen, and past Bulma without a word.
She listened as he ascended the stairs and walked into the bathroom, none too quietly shutting the door behind him.
As the sounds of water running through pipes entered the kitchen, Bulma decided something. She was going to make someone happy. For once on her blessed life, she would make someone feel good to be around her.
With that thought in mind, she went to the refrigerator and started to make the biggest roast beef sandwich she had ever seen. Grabbing the blueprints, the sandwich, and a six-pack of beer, Bulma made her way upstairs.
Not wanting a confrontation she decided to leave the food and blueprints by the door, but before she could set them down, the door opened.
"What do you want, woman?" the prince growled out.
"I...I...I finished the plans for the upgrade, I thought maybe you would like to approve them or tell me to fix something...and I thought you may be hungry..."she finished lamely, holding the goods out in front of her.
At least he's wearing a pair of boxers. She mused to herself.
He was shocked. The woman never, ever, went out of her way to be nice to him. Curious, he nodded towards his room, letting her enter. He watched as she nervously set the food down on the desk and turned to hand him the blueprints.
Her hand was shaking as she handed him the designs. He began to look over the calculations; not wanting to admit that he liked what he saw...it was during this musing that she asked him a rather odd question.
"Vegeta, other than becoming the most powerful being in the Universe, exacting revenge on all your enemies, and ruling the known Universe...what would make you happy?" She whispered.
Vegeta looked up at the pretty scientist standing before him, eyes wandering to her hands as she stood fidgeting with the hem of her nightshirt.
"Right now, what would make you happy?" She rephrased.
Smirking to himself, Vegeta decided to have a little fun...it had been too long since he made himself laugh...
"Getting laid." He said with his trademark smirk, waiting for her to become either flustered or angry.
She did neither.
Instead, her hands stilled, a look passed over her face, a look of determination, and she lifted the nightdress over her head.
There Bulma Briefs stood...in only her briefs...well...lacy lavender boy short panties to be exact...and nothing else.
To say that the prince of Saiyans was shocked would be an understatement. There stood a woman that he himself had called 'gorgeous', nearly naked in his room. Her fluffy, curly hair was pulled into a French braid that has little curls sticking out here or there due to the hour of the night. She wore no make-up, no perfume. She was just there wearing nothing but a scrap of cloth and a nervous smile. She was gorgeous, at least he thought so.
Seeing as how Vegeta's jaw was as close to hanging on the ground as it could be, Bulma crossed the room towards him. She swayed her hips, and put a little extra bounce in her step, smiling as she saw his eyes watch the way her breasts slightly bounced.
As she reached him, she extended her smooth hand and used a slender finger to push his jaw closed. She smiled a tender smile at him as his face returned to its stony expression, and she gently took the blueprints and set them on the desk near the forgotten food.
Bulma took Vegeta's hand and led him to his bed. She laid down, slowly pulling him to her. She lifted her lips to meet his, delighting in the tastes that were uniquely Vegeta. As she ran her hands down his back, he grabbed her hair roughly, but not enough to hurt, and tilted her head back to give himself better access to her neck and breasts.
By the looks of things, Bulma knew what she was doing, but truth be told, she was a nervous wreck. She hadn't a clue what to do from there. Well, she had a clue; she hadn't read all those romance novels and not picked up something.
Perhaps she would have been a bit more comforted in the fact that her companion knew less then she did. Yes, that's right, Vegeta was a virgin. Seeing as how all female Saiyans were dead, and he didn't really feel like having a well-bedded whore, The Saiyan price had elected to forgo sex. The thought of bedding the same whores as Zarbon and Dodoria made his skin crawl.
So here they were, two people who had decided to put off sex, two people who were supposed to hate each other, two people who weren't even the same species, engaging in the most primal and instinctive act two people can share.
And it was good.
Dawn came and with it Vegeta and Bulma parted ways. Vegeta left to train, while Bulma went to start programming the new computer for Vegeta's upgrade.
She had done it. She had, even if it was for a brief few hours, made someone happy.
Bulma was elated. She really didn't expect more to come from her late night encounter with Vegeta...but if it did, she wouldn't mind.
With that thought in mind, Bulma logged on to her computer, and began to write an e-mail.
It said:
Dear Yamcha,
Thank you. You're forgiven.
Bulma
Little did she know that in nine months, she would have a whole new little person to try and make happy, and she would have the rest of her life to do it.
So...whadya think? Should I keep this as a one shot, or continue it? I have a few ideas swimming around my head, but not a complete story yet, and seeing as how I'm moving in a few weeks and have another story that currently is in major need of overhaul, an update would be slow going.
I would appreciate reviews!!!! Let me know if I'm okay or if I just plain suck at this!
Kanjizai
His relationship with Bulma was, at this point, luke-warm at best. Even so, he knew she wouldn't take this lightly. After all, she went to another planet to search for a new set of dragon balls to bring him back. Then again, things just haven't seemed right since he was wished back. There was a secret hanging in the air at Capsule Corporation, and he could feel it. The tension between them whenever he tried to get close to her was nothing compared to the electricity he saw spark in her when he mentioned her Saiyan house guest.
Another wave of emotions hit him full force, flooding his mind with blue hair and fair skin...he remembered the first time he saw her naked (although she still doesn't know about that). He remembered the first date, the first dance, the first kiss...the first fight, the first insult, the first break-up...he remembered it all.
Yamcha also remembered the way Bulma tried to make him jealous by telling him about some dream she had about Vegeta. She said he was a good kisser...and that was what it took to bring him to his senses.
There was no way she would take this well. He has thought about writing he a letter, but that was too cowardly...and he wouldn't want to give Vegeta more ammunition, now would he? No, a letter wouldn't do, besides, she deserved better than that. He needed to do this to her face, and then she would understand...at least he hoped.
They had broken up before...over a fan girl or two...but they always seemed to get back together. Their last reconciliation happened before Goku was to fight Nappa and Vegeta. They had a very sweet year together but it wasn't without its snags.
Yamcha wanted to take the relationship further. To think after all those years together, they had yet to sleep together. Not that he was a virgin. During a break-up, he found a very pretty blond to share a few nights with...and Bulma found out. That was what made her decide that she needed to have a ring on her finger before she would think about having sex with him. The problem was he just couldn't bring himself to propose.
Next thin you know, the Saiyans are on Earth, and Yamcha is training with Tien and Chaoutzou at King Kai's. No more Bulma. To be Honest, it was a huge relief. He pushed his one time sweet heart to the back of his mind, and it wasn't until he was reminded that he had a girl to go back to that she entered his mind.
If it weren't for Bulma, he wouldn't be alive right now. If it weren't for her genius mind figuring out how to get to Namek, then he would be sitting in the next dimension. He owed her everything. That's why he was setting her free.
The flight to Capsule Corp. seemed to take ages. Yamcha wasn't even sure if Bulma would still be up. Guilt claimed his stomach and made the flu seem like a picnic as the lights of the compound drew near. The night air was damp and did nothing to ward off the shivers that ran down his spine as he hovered over to her window.
There she sat, typing furiously at her laptop. It was late, and by the looks of the document, she seemed to be doing some pretty hefty calculations. Little did the little scientist know that in a few short moments, her world would be turned upside down.
Yamcha taped gently on her window, trying not to scare her. He was surprised when she held up a finger, signaling him to wait a moment. It was odd...he never came to her window...
I wonder what the hell he wants now! Bulma thought as she finished her final keystroke, saving her calculations.
It isn't enough that I slave for him all day, but now he's cutting into my sleep! At least I'm done with the upgrade...that should keep him satisfied for a week or two... She was fuming in her logical mind...but the attention she had been getting from her royal house guest was exciting none the less.
Anticipating a scowl like no other, she opened her window, only to find the last person on her mind.
"Yamcha?" She said, a little too much surprise in her voice.
"Yeah...who'd you expect?" He answered with a nervous chuckle.
"I...um...Vegeta actually. I've been working on an upgrade for the Gravity Simulator and he's been, well, impatient." She replied, a weak smile hinting at the corners of her mouth as a slight blush stained her cheeks.
She waved him into her room.
"Listen, Bulma...Babe...we need to talk." The words were barely audible through the waver in his voice.
"I know, I've thought about it a lot, Yamcha, but I'm just not ready..."
"It's not that, Babe." He whispered, staring at his feet.
The blush that previously stained her cheeks drained from her face, leaving her skin a sickly pale.
"I think we should break up. It doesn't seem right to stay together right now. Life is too short...the androids will be here in less than two years...and I wouldn't want either one of us to spend this time unhappy. I love you, but not like I should. We both deserve to be happy. What if I die like to boy from the Future said? I would like to spend my last bit of time happy, and what about you? You're supposed to live, Bulma...only you. Go find someone that will make you happy, someone who can help you grieve if the worst should happen. Find someone to treat you like the princess that you are." He was looking her in the eyes now, expecting tears, but seeing none.
"You're that un-happy Yamcha?" she whispered.
"Yeah..." He trailed off.
"Then goodbye, I guess." She whispered as she cast her eyes towards her open widow.
With one final look at his past, Yamcha took flight into the night.
It was 3:00 a.m., and Bulma couldn't sleep. She has a big bowl of strawberries sitting in front of along with a cup of tea and the blue prints for the Gravity Room. It was finally done, but she took no joy in the fact. Having a project would help her right now. She needed to get her mind together, but try as she might, all she could think about was how unhappy she had made Yamcha.
She had a knack for that, for making people unhappy...clients and employees, Vegeta, her parents, Yamcha...even the frikin cat.
In the background, the gravity room shut down.
Bulma had been so worked up; she hadn't even realized that Vegeta was still training.
Speak of the devil, the prince walked into the kitchen, and past Bulma without a word.
She listened as he ascended the stairs and walked into the bathroom, none too quietly shutting the door behind him.
As the sounds of water running through pipes entered the kitchen, Bulma decided something. She was going to make someone happy. For once on her blessed life, she would make someone feel good to be around her.
With that thought in mind, she went to the refrigerator and started to make the biggest roast beef sandwich she had ever seen. Grabbing the blueprints, the sandwich, and a six-pack of beer, Bulma made her way upstairs.
Not wanting a confrontation she decided to leave the food and blueprints by the door, but before she could set them down, the door opened.
"What do you want, woman?" the prince growled out.
"I...I...I finished the plans for the upgrade, I thought maybe you would like to approve them or tell me to fix something...and I thought you may be hungry..."she finished lamely, holding the goods out in front of her.
At least he's wearing a pair of boxers. She mused to herself.
He was shocked. The woman never, ever, went out of her way to be nice to him. Curious, he nodded towards his room, letting her enter. He watched as she nervously set the food down on the desk and turned to hand him the blueprints.
Her hand was shaking as she handed him the designs. He began to look over the calculations; not wanting to admit that he liked what he saw...it was during this musing that she asked him a rather odd question.
"Vegeta, other than becoming the most powerful being in the Universe, exacting revenge on all your enemies, and ruling the known Universe...what would make you happy?" She whispered.
Vegeta looked up at the pretty scientist standing before him, eyes wandering to her hands as she stood fidgeting with the hem of her nightshirt.
"Right now, what would make you happy?" She rephrased.
Smirking to himself, Vegeta decided to have a little fun...it had been too long since he made himself laugh...
"Getting laid." He said with his trademark smirk, waiting for her to become either flustered or angry.
She did neither.
Instead, her hands stilled, a look passed over her face, a look of determination, and she lifted the nightdress over her head.
There Bulma Briefs stood...in only her briefs...well...lacy lavender boy short panties to be exact...and nothing else.
To say that the prince of Saiyans was shocked would be an understatement. There stood a woman that he himself had called 'gorgeous', nearly naked in his room. Her fluffy, curly hair was pulled into a French braid that has little curls sticking out here or there due to the hour of the night. She wore no make-up, no perfume. She was just there wearing nothing but a scrap of cloth and a nervous smile. She was gorgeous, at least he thought so.
Seeing as how Vegeta's jaw was as close to hanging on the ground as it could be, Bulma crossed the room towards him. She swayed her hips, and put a little extra bounce in her step, smiling as she saw his eyes watch the way her breasts slightly bounced.
As she reached him, she extended her smooth hand and used a slender finger to push his jaw closed. She smiled a tender smile at him as his face returned to its stony expression, and she gently took the blueprints and set them on the desk near the forgotten food.
Bulma took Vegeta's hand and led him to his bed. She laid down, slowly pulling him to her. She lifted her lips to meet his, delighting in the tastes that were uniquely Vegeta. As she ran her hands down his back, he grabbed her hair roughly, but not enough to hurt, and tilted her head back to give himself better access to her neck and breasts.
By the looks of things, Bulma knew what she was doing, but truth be told, she was a nervous wreck. She hadn't a clue what to do from there. Well, she had a clue; she hadn't read all those romance novels and not picked up something.
Perhaps she would have been a bit more comforted in the fact that her companion knew less then she did. Yes, that's right, Vegeta was a virgin. Seeing as how all female Saiyans were dead, and he didn't really feel like having a well-bedded whore, The Saiyan price had elected to forgo sex. The thought of bedding the same whores as Zarbon and Dodoria made his skin crawl.
So here they were, two people who had decided to put off sex, two people who were supposed to hate each other, two people who weren't even the same species, engaging in the most primal and instinctive act two people can share.
And it was good.
Dawn came and with it Vegeta and Bulma parted ways. Vegeta left to train, while Bulma went to start programming the new computer for Vegeta's upgrade.
She had done it. She had, even if it was for a brief few hours, made someone happy.
Bulma was elated. She really didn't expect more to come from her late night encounter with Vegeta...but if it did, she wouldn't mind.
With that thought in mind, Bulma logged on to her computer, and began to write an e-mail.
It said:
Dear Yamcha,
Thank you. You're forgiven.
Bulma
Little did she know that in nine months, she would have a whole new little person to try and make happy, and she would have the rest of her life to do it.
So...whadya think? Should I keep this as a one shot, or continue it? I have a few ideas swimming around my head, but not a complete story yet, and seeing as how I'm moving in a few weeks and have another story that currently is in major need of overhaul, an update would be slow going.
I would appreciate reviews!!!! Let me know if I'm okay or if I just plain suck at this!
Kanjizai