DBZ? No, I don't own it. Sorry!
A/N: Thanks loads to Kewla. Thanks whole bunches for reminding me! I nearly made a huge screw-up! I'll try to make this as on-the-dot as possible, considering I haven't seen all the episodes. In addition, anyone who notices me make a big boo-boo let me know somehow! I don't know everything that I might need to; fill me in on this stuff!
First Person POV
Last time:
"Ok, Daddy." With that Gohan was out the door calling for Piccolo as Goku merely sat and thought. (When are those two going to get together? I can't just sit and wait forever! Why are they taking it so slow?!) He frowned, briefly wondering if that boy from the future was notioning to Goku that he should give them a shove towards one another. Had he done it in Trunks' time? Does that mean he should do it again? Goku slapped his own forehead.
And this, people, is why Goku never seems to think. He comes up with too many unanswerable questions and gives himself a headache.
Continuing on:
I moaned and opened my eyes slowly, expecting yet not feeling a humongous headache. I sat up, at first in a sleep-like state, and was about to call Vegeta for a fill-in on what happened when I was asleep. I then noticed I wasn't even at home anymore.
I was in a . . . very white room? That smells like anesthetics? I looked around, wondering where in the seven Hells I was.
"Bulma! You're awake!"
I turned at the sound of the voice, about to say, 'Yeah, looks like that', but didn't. I instead sat still as Chichi ran full force at me and gave me a bear hug.
"Chichi," I rasped, "Cannot . . . breath . . ."
She practically threw herself backwards. She giggled nervously. "Oops. Sorry Bulma. I was just so happy to see you awake."
"What time is it?"
"Oh, about 3:30. You were out for a good while. Good thing, too, considering those doctors and nurses had to scrape out the inside of your cut. Yes, that reminds me," she added, looking like she came to a point. "They said they found some sort of liquid that they couldn't analyze in it. Care to explain to me how that got there?"
"Uh . . ." I blinked, trying to remember anything useful. Trouble is, I couldn't remember that far back just yet. I changed the subject altogether. "How did I get here?"
"Goku stopped by your house, Vegeta explained what he knew, Goku brought you to my home, and I brought you here." She pinned me with a death-glare. "How did you get that stuff inside your cut?"
"I . . ." Couldn't remember, to put it simply. (How do I tell her what I can't make sense of?) I ended up shaking my head. "I can't remember that far back right now. Hell, I can't remember what I had for breakfast this morning!" (That might be because I went seriously nut-case right then.)
Chichi sighed, believing me or giving in, thinking I wasn't going to tell her. Either way, good for me. "Do you want me to go and get anyone?"
I pinned * her * with a 'stupid' look. "Why would I want that? You honestly think I'd want anyone to come in here and - "
Before I could finish, Yamcha burst through the door, looking very concerned and almost like he was going to cry. He ran right over to me and plopped on the bed, wrapping his arms around me. "Bulma, are you OK? What did Vegeta do to you?"
"Huh?" I said blankly. (Vegeta didn't do anything but help.) I narrowed my eyes. (Wait a minute here . . .) "What did he tell you?"
Yamcha drew back and looked into my eyes. "You don't have to ask! You should know everything! You slept with him, didn't you?"
I blinked at him. "No. Yamcha, I'm sick! As in, not healthy! Any guy who thinks sleeping with me now is a good idea would have to have brain cancer or something! Now, what did he tell you?"
"I called on your phone, twice. The first time Vegeta answered. He said he . . . did things to you I never did."
"Like what?"
Yamcha didn't answer me at first. He told Chichi to leave and * then * proceeded with telling me what Vegeta said over the phone. By the time he was done, I was barely containing my laughter.
"He said all that," I asked. Little snickers kept escaping my mouth.
"Yes. Was he telling the truth?" Yamcha looked at me imploringly, as though begging me to tell him a lie if it was the truth.
"No," I barely got out before bursting out with laughter. The look he gave me was too much for me to keep in and I let loose, my laughing causing Yamcha to crack up as well.
"Ok, so it was stupid of me to actually * believe * him. But then again, how did he know that I never licked you everywhere?"
"Heaven only knows, Yamcha. We weren't exactly QUIET, ya know." I laughed softly at that. [You people think Bulma screams? You should hear Yamcha! He * really * lets the world know!]
"Yeah, I know," he sighed. He sat for a moment before speaking again. "Do you ever wish we were still together?" he asked. "Or that we got married?"
I sighed and leaned back into the pillows - which Chichi had conveniently propped up somehow. "I guess, sometimes. Things * were * simpler then." I narrowed my eyes as his began to look hopeful. "But then I remember how much of an asshole you were."
He looked like I just kicked him where it counts. He looked away from me, at the floor, and started twiddling his thumbs. "I understand why you feel that way, Bulma. But you're honestly all I've got - "
"Besides the multitude of women you decided to * see * at the same time?" I asked.
He looked at me now. "Ok, so I screwed up! Give me a break! All I ever wanted was to be rid of this damned fear and be married! But once it * was * gone, I got a little too bold with my freedom! Who wouldn't?"
(Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Chichi, me, Krillin . . .) "I dunno. Maybe close to every other person on the planet!"
"Think about it from MY point of view, Ms. Brains. I've always been terrified of women my age, with my one dream being getting rid of that so I could get a wife and kids. And, now that the fear is gone, I want to see who's really out there. Sort of, sample it all. I know I kept getting carried away, but I couldn't help it then. If * you * all of a sudden had no fear of men, wouldn't you want to go out and see everyone you could?"
Wow. (I guess I never DID think of it that way. This is a new twist.) "Oh, Yamcha. I never did think of it that way, did I?"
"I want to know something, Bulma. You said you didn't know about the other women until Vegeta told you, correct?" I nodded. "Then why DID you break it off with me? And how come you don't seem like it matters? Any other girl in your place would've been furious, most especially you."
"One, I had no time to work in my lab, deal with my new house guest, and see you at the same time. Two, I suppose I never thought it'd work out anyway, and so I don't mind it at all. That's why I haven't screamed your head off by now."
Ouch. The look of hurt and pain. "You never thought it'd work out?" he repeated. "Then why did you let it go on for as long as it did?"
"YOU, strangely enough, were really the first boyfriend I ever got. I was willing to give anything a chance then. Plus I had no idea how to go about breaking up a relationship. And, considering I had no reference on relationships, I didn't know the difference between what was acceptable and not."
Yamcha straightened a bit, seeming happy with my response - or at least satisfied. He laughed a bit. "You sure knew how to be jealous, though."
I laughed slightly in return. "Yeah, I guess. You have to admit, we were probably the strangest couple on the planet."
He quit laughing as though he came to a point he wanted to discuss. "You think I can see your cut?"
I blinked. "You want to see my cut? Why?"
He shrugged. "Everyone else seems to think it's really horrible. I want to see how bad you're hurt."
"You mean, 'hurt myself'." I pushed the covers down, scoffing at the damned hospital gown they put me in, and saw my cut - with a large bandage over it. We looked up at each other at the same time. I shrugged and we looked back at the bandage. I reached out and starting pulling it off, wanting to see it myself.
"Oh!" I said, looking away. It had a puffy purple lining and yellow around that, making it look like you couldn't find a cut more infected. Yamcha, though, was still staring at it.
Stupid guy asked me if he could touch it, to see what it felt like. I slapped the back of his head. "What do you think?" I all but screamed.
"Alright, alright, alright," he said and leaned over again. "So I * won't * touch it." He put the bandage back over it, very carefully. And his finger * slipped * while in the process of doing so.
I put my hand over my mouth as I screamed, not wanting to get the attention of everyone in the freaking hospital. Yamcha, being rather smart, jumped back off the bed before I could hit him and promptly ran out the door.
Chichi ran in at the same time, bumping into him and stopping him before he could leave. "What happened?" she asked, worried.
"Don't touch her cut," Yamcha replied, and was out of there.
I looked at Chichi and shook my head, telling her without words I want to be alone. She left without even a nod and left me to think.
I rearranged the pillows a bit and reclined on them, thinking about - without meaning to - Vegeta. (Just why DID he watch over me? There's got to be a good reason. But it can't be love - Damn it! I've got to stop reading those damned romance novels! But then again, the two of us ARE the perfect mismatched couple, if it were to be . . .) "Argh! Screw this!" I flipped over onto my stomach, pushed two fluffy pillows down, and abruptly fell asleep.
A/N: Thanks loads to Kewla. Thanks whole bunches for reminding me! I nearly made a huge screw-up! I'll try to make this as on-the-dot as possible, considering I haven't seen all the episodes. In addition, anyone who notices me make a big boo-boo let me know somehow! I don't know everything that I might need to; fill me in on this stuff!
First Person POV
Last time:
"Ok, Daddy." With that Gohan was out the door calling for Piccolo as Goku merely sat and thought. (When are those two going to get together? I can't just sit and wait forever! Why are they taking it so slow?!) He frowned, briefly wondering if that boy from the future was notioning to Goku that he should give them a shove towards one another. Had he done it in Trunks' time? Does that mean he should do it again? Goku slapped his own forehead.
And this, people, is why Goku never seems to think. He comes up with too many unanswerable questions and gives himself a headache.
Continuing on:
I moaned and opened my eyes slowly, expecting yet not feeling a humongous headache. I sat up, at first in a sleep-like state, and was about to call Vegeta for a fill-in on what happened when I was asleep. I then noticed I wasn't even at home anymore.
I was in a . . . very white room? That smells like anesthetics? I looked around, wondering where in the seven Hells I was.
"Bulma! You're awake!"
I turned at the sound of the voice, about to say, 'Yeah, looks like that', but didn't. I instead sat still as Chichi ran full force at me and gave me a bear hug.
"Chichi," I rasped, "Cannot . . . breath . . ."
She practically threw herself backwards. She giggled nervously. "Oops. Sorry Bulma. I was just so happy to see you awake."
"What time is it?"
"Oh, about 3:30. You were out for a good while. Good thing, too, considering those doctors and nurses had to scrape out the inside of your cut. Yes, that reminds me," she added, looking like she came to a point. "They said they found some sort of liquid that they couldn't analyze in it. Care to explain to me how that got there?"
"Uh . . ." I blinked, trying to remember anything useful. Trouble is, I couldn't remember that far back just yet. I changed the subject altogether. "How did I get here?"
"Goku stopped by your house, Vegeta explained what he knew, Goku brought you to my home, and I brought you here." She pinned me with a death-glare. "How did you get that stuff inside your cut?"
"I . . ." Couldn't remember, to put it simply. (How do I tell her what I can't make sense of?) I ended up shaking my head. "I can't remember that far back right now. Hell, I can't remember what I had for breakfast this morning!" (That might be because I went seriously nut-case right then.)
Chichi sighed, believing me or giving in, thinking I wasn't going to tell her. Either way, good for me. "Do you want me to go and get anyone?"
I pinned * her * with a 'stupid' look. "Why would I want that? You honestly think I'd want anyone to come in here and - "
Before I could finish, Yamcha burst through the door, looking very concerned and almost like he was going to cry. He ran right over to me and plopped on the bed, wrapping his arms around me. "Bulma, are you OK? What did Vegeta do to you?"
"Huh?" I said blankly. (Vegeta didn't do anything but help.) I narrowed my eyes. (Wait a minute here . . .) "What did he tell you?"
Yamcha drew back and looked into my eyes. "You don't have to ask! You should know everything! You slept with him, didn't you?"
I blinked at him. "No. Yamcha, I'm sick! As in, not healthy! Any guy who thinks sleeping with me now is a good idea would have to have brain cancer or something! Now, what did he tell you?"
"I called on your phone, twice. The first time Vegeta answered. He said he . . . did things to you I never did."
"Like what?"
Yamcha didn't answer me at first. He told Chichi to leave and * then * proceeded with telling me what Vegeta said over the phone. By the time he was done, I was barely containing my laughter.
"He said all that," I asked. Little snickers kept escaping my mouth.
"Yes. Was he telling the truth?" Yamcha looked at me imploringly, as though begging me to tell him a lie if it was the truth.
"No," I barely got out before bursting out with laughter. The look he gave me was too much for me to keep in and I let loose, my laughing causing Yamcha to crack up as well.
"Ok, so it was stupid of me to actually * believe * him. But then again, how did he know that I never licked you everywhere?"
"Heaven only knows, Yamcha. We weren't exactly QUIET, ya know." I laughed softly at that. [You people think Bulma screams? You should hear Yamcha! He * really * lets the world know!]
"Yeah, I know," he sighed. He sat for a moment before speaking again. "Do you ever wish we were still together?" he asked. "Or that we got married?"
I sighed and leaned back into the pillows - which Chichi had conveniently propped up somehow. "I guess, sometimes. Things * were * simpler then." I narrowed my eyes as his began to look hopeful. "But then I remember how much of an asshole you were."
He looked like I just kicked him where it counts. He looked away from me, at the floor, and started twiddling his thumbs. "I understand why you feel that way, Bulma. But you're honestly all I've got - "
"Besides the multitude of women you decided to * see * at the same time?" I asked.
He looked at me now. "Ok, so I screwed up! Give me a break! All I ever wanted was to be rid of this damned fear and be married! But once it * was * gone, I got a little too bold with my freedom! Who wouldn't?"
(Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Chichi, me, Krillin . . .) "I dunno. Maybe close to every other person on the planet!"
"Think about it from MY point of view, Ms. Brains. I've always been terrified of women my age, with my one dream being getting rid of that so I could get a wife and kids. And, now that the fear is gone, I want to see who's really out there. Sort of, sample it all. I know I kept getting carried away, but I couldn't help it then. If * you * all of a sudden had no fear of men, wouldn't you want to go out and see everyone you could?"
Wow. (I guess I never DID think of it that way. This is a new twist.) "Oh, Yamcha. I never did think of it that way, did I?"
"I want to know something, Bulma. You said you didn't know about the other women until Vegeta told you, correct?" I nodded. "Then why DID you break it off with me? And how come you don't seem like it matters? Any other girl in your place would've been furious, most especially you."
"One, I had no time to work in my lab, deal with my new house guest, and see you at the same time. Two, I suppose I never thought it'd work out anyway, and so I don't mind it at all. That's why I haven't screamed your head off by now."
Ouch. The look of hurt and pain. "You never thought it'd work out?" he repeated. "Then why did you let it go on for as long as it did?"
"YOU, strangely enough, were really the first boyfriend I ever got. I was willing to give anything a chance then. Plus I had no idea how to go about breaking up a relationship. And, considering I had no reference on relationships, I didn't know the difference between what was acceptable and not."
Yamcha straightened a bit, seeming happy with my response - or at least satisfied. He laughed a bit. "You sure knew how to be jealous, though."
I laughed slightly in return. "Yeah, I guess. You have to admit, we were probably the strangest couple on the planet."
He quit laughing as though he came to a point he wanted to discuss. "You think I can see your cut?"
I blinked. "You want to see my cut? Why?"
He shrugged. "Everyone else seems to think it's really horrible. I want to see how bad you're hurt."
"You mean, 'hurt myself'." I pushed the covers down, scoffing at the damned hospital gown they put me in, and saw my cut - with a large bandage over it. We looked up at each other at the same time. I shrugged and we looked back at the bandage. I reached out and starting pulling it off, wanting to see it myself.
"Oh!" I said, looking away. It had a puffy purple lining and yellow around that, making it look like you couldn't find a cut more infected. Yamcha, though, was still staring at it.
Stupid guy asked me if he could touch it, to see what it felt like. I slapped the back of his head. "What do you think?" I all but screamed.
"Alright, alright, alright," he said and leaned over again. "So I * won't * touch it." He put the bandage back over it, very carefully. And his finger * slipped * while in the process of doing so.
I put my hand over my mouth as I screamed, not wanting to get the attention of everyone in the freaking hospital. Yamcha, being rather smart, jumped back off the bed before I could hit him and promptly ran out the door.
Chichi ran in at the same time, bumping into him and stopping him before he could leave. "What happened?" she asked, worried.
"Don't touch her cut," Yamcha replied, and was out of there.
I looked at Chichi and shook my head, telling her without words I want to be alone. She left without even a nod and left me to think.
I rearranged the pillows a bit and reclined on them, thinking about - without meaning to - Vegeta. (Just why DID he watch over me? There's got to be a good reason. But it can't be love - Damn it! I've got to stop reading those damned romance novels! But then again, the two of us ARE the perfect mismatched couple, if it were to be . . .) "Argh! Screw this!" I flipped over onto my stomach, pushed two fluffy pillows down, and abruptly fell asleep.