CHAPTER 4

Yamcha couldn't believe it. After his 'break-up' with Bulma he'd been spending his nights in this new bar. A place where he could forget about her. But now, she danced into his vision and he didn't know if she was real or not.

He took in the way she was dressed. She had never dressed that sexy with him. Oh she wore clothes that showed off her perfect figure. But he'd never sen so much of her skin bared. Except once, in the desert. But that didn't count in his mind. She'd grown up from a pretty girl to a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

He was sitting on the platformed dining area and saw her right when when she entered. She sat with Chi-chi at the bar and was now laughing. She ordered her drinks and surveyed the bar.

She didn't know what she was looking for. Or even if she was looking for anything. But she knew the minute her eyes collided with his it had been a mistake to come here.

How could she think for a minute Yamcha could be pining for her. He hadn't even loved her.

She smiled seductively when she noticed that his eyes couldn't hold her gaze for long and kept sliding down her body. Maybe this had been a good idea. Show the bastard what he was missing.

"Chi-chi, I wanna dance. Hold my spot, k?"

She walked up to the hottest guy she could find and flirtily asked if he wanted to dance. He immediately accepted and she stepped into his arms.

He held her close to him and she kept sliding Yamcha glances from underneath her lashes. She was startled when her dance partner stopped suddenly and looked behind him.

"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy, shorty."

Shorty? Bulma didn't belive it. But standing behind the man she'd been dancing with was a very grouchy looking Saiya-jin. He looked at her and she couldn't help but stare back at him. He had changed from spandex to black jeans and a white shirt under a black jacket.

"Woman. I-"

Without waiting to hear another word from him she stepped into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. His arms automatically went around her and he glared at the man she'd been dancing with. The man held up his hands and walked away.

A slow song blared over the speakers, Bulma thought nothing could interupt her in the circle of his arms, and they danced until the song was over.

She was a little disappointed when he pulled her off of the stage and into a dimly lit corner of the place. She loved the way they fit together. Loved the way he'd held her so close to him. Loved the way he smelled when she was so close to him. But then he kissed her softly and she decided that this interuption wasn't a bad one.

"Excuse me!" That one was.

Vegeta turned around slowly to face the cause of his everlasting irritation. Yamcha. He glared at the man and growled at him. That sound alone should have made the taller warrior back down.

Yamcha knew what it was like if Vegeta decided something ought to be exterminated. He'd been at Kia's place too long after Vegeta had killed him on Namek, and though he had no desire to go there in the near future he wasn't going to let him be Bulma's payback against himself.

"What do you want, Baka?" Vegeta demanded.

"I would like you to take your hands off my girl." Yamcha didn't think Vegeta would want to actually fight over a human woman, so had much more confidence in himself than he probably should have.

"Not yours anymore," Bulma stated from her place behind Vegeta. And if Yamcha didn't know any better he'd say that Vegeta was actually trying to protect her.

"Bulma, we can work this out." He tried to sound reasonable and calm but the truth was, Bulma had never really wanted to end their relationship and everytime he came back they'd be the same again. Her assertion did little to ease his worry. Of course he didn't want to get married right then but he'd always thought him and Bulma would settle down one day together.

"Hey you heard her, Baka-boy. She's not settling for a weakling." Vegeta stated.

Yamcha glared at him. "So she's settling for a killer?" He shook with what some might see as anger. Vegeta knew better.

Vegeta grinned. Obviously Yamcha was thinking about his own death. Vegeta didn't care. He still wanted Yamcha dead.

"Yamcha. Go away." Bulma sighed and looked at him with a bored expression. Actually she was far from bored. She wanted to high-tail it oughta there. With Vegeta in tow, all the way to her house and up to her bedroom.

"But Bulma-" She knew that expression. He was gonna start his damned begging. Something she'd always hated.

She couldn't take it this time so she opted to just walked out of the bar. But not without taking Vegeta's hand first to make sure he came with her.

"Could you fly us home?" She asked as they stepped into the moonlight.

He wondered what the rush was. Her eyes were suspiciously bright and she kept snaking glances at him.

"Yes." She put her arms around his neck and he picked her up and flew toward her home.

He landed in front of the house and she rushed inside, holding his hand and dragging him after her. When he realized her destination happened to be her bedroom he grinned.

"Come on, you slow man." She tugged him into her bedroom without turning on the lights. When she was near the bed she turned to him and smiled.

"Vegeta?"

"What?"

"What made you come tonight?"

He snorted. "Boredom."

She smiled. He knew she didn't believe that anymore than he did. But he couldn't say it outloud. He couldn't tell her how much he needed and wanted her. That was beneath him. Wasn't it?

He tugged her closer and she stepped into his arms. She loved that he didn't tower to much over her. She never could stand to look up at Yamcha. She tilted her head sideways and looked into his dark eyes. They were dark, contemplative. She wondered what he was thinking about.

I wonder if he misses his home.

"Vegeta?"

"What, woman?" He sounded agrivated.

"Do you miss your home?"

He scowled at her.

"Woman, if talking is what I came here to do I'd be talking." He captured her lips with his own and she melted against him.

The night seemed to last forever for Bulma and in the first light of dawn with Vegeta sleeping beside her she knew she was in love. Vegeta might never love her but she would love him. She smiled and snuggled up to her prince and yawned.

"Vegeta, I love you," she whispered as she closed her eyes and let sleep carry her away.

As she drifted into sleep Bulma heard a whisper make its way into her fog filled mind.

"I love you, too, Woman."

NOTE: Ive decided to extend this story. Chapter five will be up shortly. Thank You. DIXIEBLONDE