A/n Heya people! I'm so glad that I've had time to write so there aren't months going by between chappies. Thanks for all those that I've received! It's such a mood lifter to go online and find your mailbox with a couple reviews in it! It's almost as good as chocolate! I hope this has been easy for you to read cuz I can't put in any breaks between paragraphs or anything! So, if you know of a way to separate the paragraphs please tell me! Just cuz you love me soooo much.

Moreover, like with all my other stories, when the seventh chapter rolls around, I have a cold. I'm reaching the peak of this darned cold and I've been taking it easy, I'm not saying that it will affect updates but it might affect the grammar. you can ask Chels, I've been dealing with alot of sickness, isomnia and stress which makes me lazy.

Disclaimer: Holy Christ! It's the seventh chapter! I've gone this far without being sued, so I think I'll press my luck another chapter! I'm such a daredevil. And such a dork.

Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Chapter 7

New Year's Revelations

" Hey Yamcha." Bulma tried a smile, but couldn't. My god this is awkward, she thought, embarrassed.

" I just wanted to talk to you about New Year's eve!" Yamcha grinned, " Oh yeah, hi Vegeta."

" Yamcha could you excuse us a moment?" She asked nicely, then when Yamcha nodded and left for the kitchen, he thought he had smelled cookies, Bulma shut the door, and she looked at Vegeta. " Sex later. Leave now." She opened the door and went looking for Yamcha. Bulma smiled when she saw him chatting it up with her mother. It made a lovely picture. Then it hit her, what was she about to do?

" So, for New Year's I was thinking about going with the guys to this party…" Bulma ignored him as thoughts raced through her head. She couldn't believe she was about to cheat on her kind, loving boyfriend. A guy who would stop his training just to come and say hi. Yamcha knew her for so long, knew all her secrets, all her likes and dislikes. Bulma realized that cheating on Yamcha would be horrible.

" Sounds great. I have to go somewhere for that…. thing…….you know," Bulma mumbled and raced out to the gravity room. Her feet were bare and the thin layer of snow on the ground froze her to the bone. She coded the door and rushed in.

" No….sex…." she panted, trying to catch her breath and she waved her arms above her head like a distraught referee. " I can't cheat on Yamcha; not now, not ever. I'm sorry I led you on like that but I can't."

Vegeta just nodded, " Fine, but if we starting pawing at each other again, it's your fault. Now let me train."

Bulma paused and stopped waving her arms, " Do you think I'm crazy?"

" Yes."

Bulma let out a laugh, " Gee, thanks."

Bulma threw the telephone against the wall. " I can't believe him! He doesn't wanna go clubbin'! He wants to go to some lame party with his baseball friends! Yamcha can go choke on his own vomit, the bastard!" she shouted to no one in particular. Bulma even turned down the chance to go to a really cool party with her parents so she and her boyfriend could go to all his most favorite, and most expensive, clubs. She had booked all the best rooms at the places for him!

She took a breath, hissed it out quickly, and focused of the pristine white of the snow outside the kitchen window. It had been almost two weeks since Yamcha had come to her to talk about his plans for New Year's, where he supposedly mentioned the party with his friends, and had brushed Vegeta off. Since then, Vegeta was surprisingly controlled. But it could have been the fact that whenever they were in the same room they left and Bulma had been wearing tight jeans and layers of shirts, since they were harder to take off in a hurry, that had controlled him.

Bulma growled and changed from slinky party clothes to jeans and a bulky sweatshirt. She pulled her hair out of its meticulous braid and let it hang straight. Finally, with comfortable blanket and wine in hand, she headed to a corner of the couch to watch how other people were spending New Year's.

" Alone?" Vegeta asked as he sat at the opposite corner of the couch. He was dressed in baggy flannel pants and a black wife beater. Bulma just nodded.

" Yamcha sucks." She muttered and snuggled into her blanket. She stretched her feet out onto Vegeta's lap and he didn't shove them off.

" I agree," Vegeta surfed through channels before settling on an old black and white movie, " He's a weakling and horribly ugly."

Bulma smirked, " You know, I used to feel sorry for you."

" What?" Vegeta turned his head and let his eyes focus on her.

" You came to earth with no family, no home, no onion bagels," she held back the giggle as she remembered when she was stranded with one of the dragonballs on Namek. Bulma had desperately wanted that bagel.

" Is that why you invited me here?" Vegeta desperately wanted to know the answer.

" Yep, and you were really, really hot." Bulma decided to let herself speak her mind. What a better time to clear the air than New Year's Eve? " But now I don't feel sorry for you. You have a place to stay, packed with onion bagels. My parents adore you. Well, actually my dad's really proud of you for achieving all these new energy levels, my mom just wants to have a big orgy with you and Goku."

" Wow, I really did not need to know that." Vegeta shuddered and made Bulma giggle again. Then an idea struck her; Yamcha sucked and ruin her plans. If she had sex with Vegeta right now and Yamcha found out, she could convince him that they both had just gotten drunk and stupid. She crawled over to Vegeta and straddled him.

" We should just get it out of our systems. Start fresh for the New Year, ya know?" Bulma waited until Vegeta's hands were on her and he nodded. She grounded herself into him a bit, " I'm so glad you agree."

Why?

Why did Yamcha decide to hang out with his baseball friends? He could've gone clubbing with Bulma. Now he was in this hard, cold place. Yamcha needed to call his girlfriend; she'd help him.

Bulma was head over heels in love with him.

" I think my heart stopped." Bulma put a hand to her chest, then Vegeta's. " Nope, we're still alive." It was three in the morning and Bulma had nasty bruise on her leg. Sometime during sex, they had tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor, and she had banged her knee on the coffee table. She now was sprawled on top of Vegeta, exhausted and sweaty.

Bulma pulled her comforter on them and she rolled off him. She then pushed away the hair that was stuck to her face. " Damn Vegeta," She let her fingers brush over the various marks on his body, " I should've warned you. I tend to get a bit over zealous after a really long sex hiatus."

" You talk to damn much." Vegeta looked at her then closed his eyes.

" Fine, you talk, say something no one else knows." Bulma took a throw pillow off the couch, laid next to Vegeta, and they both stared at the ceiling.

" When I moved here I was told that your bark was worse than your bite," he absently touched the mark of his neck, " They were completely wrong."

Bulma smiled as she felt heat rush to her face, " I think I might have a biting fetish." She pulled the covers up on her, embarrassed.

" Tell me something that know one else knows, Bulma," Vegeta still had his hand over his neck wound. There was another one on his back thanks to her.

" Let's see," Bulma tapped a finger on her chin and contemplated, " Okay, there was this one time but I don't think you'd want to hear it."

" Try me."

Bulma was blushing again, " Okay, there was this one time when I had broken up with Yamcha for like, the third time, and Goku and I decided to get hammered."

Vegeta cut her off, " I don't want to hear anymore." He remembered the last time she got drunk and could draw the correct conclusion.

" No! Gross!" Bulma made a weird gagging noise and sat up, " First of all, I so do not have feelings like that towards Goku, he's my best, and longest, friend. Second of all, I never make moves on guys when I'm drunk, trust me," Vegeta just stared at her and Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, " We got drunk, stole a piñata in the shape of a pig, put it on Yamcha's lawn and set it on fire. An hour later I got a call from Yamcha saying that Mexican terrorists were after him!" Bulma burst out laughing.

The phone began to ring when Bulma's laughter began to die down. The couple glanced at each other with the same question going through their heads. Who was calling? Bulma walked over and picked the up the phone which she had earlier slammed against the wall.

She nodded then set the phone down. " Get dressed Vegeta, we have to go."

Vegeta was already up, grabbing clothes, " What's wrong?"

Bulma's face was blank, she wasn't sure if she should be laughing or be worrying herself into a coma, " Yamcha's in jail. You're coming with me."

They drove home in silence. Vegeta was in the passenger's seat, watching lights and people flash by. Bulma was driving a little bit too fast, but he didn't want to bother her by complaining. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon.

Yamcha sat up in his seat and wailed, " I didn't know it was man!"

Bulma stopped the car, " What?"

" The stripper. She was a man."

Vegeta yawned. He didn't really care about Yamcha's nighttime activities, but Vegeta was extremely pissed that Yamcha had to go ruin his. The car was still stopped in the middle of the road while Yamcha wailed how sorry he was.

Yamcha had been a bad, bad boy, according to his conscience. His friends invited him to an exclusive party held at this ritzy club. One of his baseball friends decided to pay for a lap dance from a lovely mixed-race stripper named Yolanda for Yamcha. Then the cops busted in, mid-lap dance. According to the police, he was being arrested for harboring a fugitive named Waldo a.k.a. the beautiful stripper Yolanda. Apparently he had killed someone a week before. Go figure. However, Yamcha explained everything and they eventually let him go, after Bulma bribed them with her wealth.

" Bulma it was just a joke. I wasn't going to do anything with the stripper. I'd never cheat on you honey." Yamcha rested a hand on Bulma's shoulder.

Guilt creeped up on her. Sweet little Yamcha wouldn't cheat on her, but she was more than happy to jump in bed with a guy she barely knew. Bulma shook her head absentmindedly. She was such a lousy girlfriend.

She maneuvered the car into the drive and they all got out. " I tired." She muttered quickly and rushed upstairs, locking her door so no one would come in. As she slipped into bed, the only thought that was in her head was that she shouldn't have answered the phone. If she hadn't then she'd probably still be with Vegeta, doing things that weren't legal in most countries. Bulma really hated herself then. Sighing, she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Bulma was getting dressed the next morning when Yamcha knocked on her door. She let him in and finished looking for clothes.

" I shouldn't've left you home by yourself last night. I'm such a jerk." Yamcha sat on his bed while Bulma rummaged through her closet.

" Well it wasn't that bad." Bulma slipped on low-rise jeans and a royal blue sweater.

" What did you do while I was gone?" Yamcha asked shifting on the bed.

Oh nothing, she mused, I just had really great sex with your worst enemy. " Nothing special."

" Was Vegeta being a jerk? He was this morning."

" No, he went to bed before I did." Bulma combed her hair, keeping her face blank in the mirror.

" Okay. Hey, do you know where he got all those bite marks? He had this nasty looking one on the nape of his neck."

" Weasels!" Bulma squeaked out.

" Huh?" Yamcha got off the bed and circled his arms around Bulma's waist.

" Rabid weasels! Vegeta got bit by rabid weasels that live in the back yard." Bulma moved away from her boyfriend and hurried to the lab. Yamcha followed quickly and stopped when Bulma did in front of the door.

" I have lots of work to do and your friends probably are wondering about you. Why don't you go home? Now? Please?" Bulma blurted out quickly.

" Okay sweetie. I'll swing by later." He kissed her on the cheek and walked out.

A/n Yeah, no fight. Well, not yet. (wink wink) Btw, the whole piñata thing? I want to do that to someone.

Next time: Has Bulma gone completely insane? Probably.

alex