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Chapter 2: "He treats her different than anyone else."

A few weeks went by and Bulma had cooled off sense the last time she and Vegeta talked. She went to bed the night before, actually very pleased with his behavior. The reason was that she had about a hundred guests from all the major science corporations. Vegeta was hungry so he went to the party and kept his cool after a few people began speaking to him as the butler.

Also, the afternoon before the party, he came to her, and as nice as Vegeta usually gets, told her that her hair looked like that of a beehive and she should change it. Bulma agreed but didn't appreciate the comment, but she decided that it was for the best.

The suns early mourning rays woke up the sleeping Bulma. When she sat up in bed, she held her head due to a slight hangover from the night before. She got out of the bed, and headed for the bathroom. She undressed and hopped in the shower. The room quickly filled with steam as the hot water cleansed her weary body. After she washed up, she decided to relax in the shower, and just let it run on her. Time passed by quickly, but she was in such a state of relaxation, she would of stayed in the shower for the whole day. But finally she got out, and got dressed. She dried her hair and began to walk downstairs. Suddenly the whole house shook, like a bomb had just gone off. She hurried a little faster down the stairs and peeked out the window.

Outside of the window she was looking through, she saw Vegeta open the hatch of the now tipped over gravity machine. He flew out and picked it up, propping it in its rightful position. Bulma shook her head with disbelief and walked into the kitchen. She walked over to the pot of coffee, already made on the counter and poured her self a cup. As she began walking to a seat to sit in, Vegeta walked in with a towel around his neck. "Hey Vegeta," she said cheerfully, "been having problems with the gravity room?"

Vegeta looked at her and said, "It has a bent leg, I tried to straighten it but it is going to fall again," Vegeta said with his usual attitude.

"So what your saying is, you need my help," Bulma said with a playful manner.

"Call it what you want, just fix the damned thing by this evening, I will return then," Vegeta said walking over to raid the fridge.

"Where you going," Bulma said, still with her playful tone, "are you going to go see a girl?"

Vegeta peeked his head over the refrigerator door and gave Bulma a pissed off look. "You stupid earthlings, all you think is that when someone goes out they are going to see a person that they are in lo… that they like," Vegeta spoke.

"Vegeta I think the word you were looking for is Love," Bulma spoke back.

"There is no such thing, it is a fake word that only you worthless humans, or other dying or dead races use. It is a word of weakness," Vegeta barked back at Bulma.

Bulma began speaking in a pity voice "Awe, poor Vegeta, did his mommy never love him…" she was cut off.

"DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR YOU WILL HAVE HOUR HEAD BLOWN OFF!!!" Vegeta yelled as slammed the refrigerator door and ran out of the house, flying off.

"Boy, I guess I pushed the wrong buttons there, but still that ass whole did not have to yell at me, jeez, he is so immature," Bulma said furiously as she stomped back to her room.

Later that afternoon:

Vegeta had flown off to a place where he could meditate. With Bulma's mother around always yelling into the gravity room to ask Vegeta a question, he never could meditate. He saw a place one time on a picture placed on the refrigerator of a quite cave that Dr. Briefs went to when he was a boy. He was able to find right where it was and he had decided to go there to meditate.

He flew over a desert region where he found the entrance to the cave. He got deep enough to where he couldn't hear anything. Getting into a meditation position, he began meditate over his power and his goal. But there was something else on his mind, and her name was Bulma. 'That stupid bitch, she pisses me off so much, I swear I will kill her if she goes to that far again,' he thought to himself. 'Well, maybe not kill, oh what the heel am I thinking about, focus Vegeta, Focus.'

Back at Capsule Corp., Bulma was getting ready with her date with Yamcha; it was there anniversary of when they met in the desert. She put on her lipstick, eye shadow, blush, and mascara. She had put her hair up in a bun and got a really sparkly dress that showed off her every curve. She and Yamcha had been planning this date for weeks. And she had been looking forward to it as the first time that they would ever make love.

She walked down stairs holding her high heels, deciding not to put them on until she was about to leave. Walking into the dining room she saw her mother and her father sipping on the broth of some instant noodle soup. "Hey mom, hey dad," her usual line when she saw her parents.

"Hi Bulma, I see your going out to see Yamcha again tonight, you know, you two are getting quite serious," her mother said excitedly wanting so much for Bulma to settle down with a man.

"Yeah I know, the last few weeks, it feels as if some, pressure has been lifted off my shoulders when I talk to him, so we have gotten closer because of it," Bulma said as she sat down between her two parents.

"Well, you two have been together so long, it is a wonder why he hasn't ask you to marry him," her father said to her with a noodle hanging out of his mouth.

"I think the reason is because he is either afraid of commitment, or really, we haven't gone out for enough time in a row for the question to ever come up. With his it is a roller coaster, either we are going out or we hate each other."

"Speaking about hating each other, where has Vegeta gone off to?" her father spoke to her.

"Who cares where Vegeta has gone, I hope he never comes back," Bulma said with authority.

"Awe, you don't mean that honey…" her mom tried to say but was interrupted by Bulma.

"Yes I do, ever sense he came, I have nearly had it with his royal pain in the ass. I don't care what I said before about him being a prince and having to act like nothing is good to him, screw it, he is a prince of two people, himself and Goku, and honestly, I don't think that Goku would follow his orders if Vegeta gave 'em!" Bulma yelled at her mother.

"But he has never gotten on my nerves, and defiantly not your fathers," Bulma's mother said innocently.

Dr. Briefs scratched his head and spoke, "Hmm, he hasn't gotten on my nerves, only really Bulma's. "He treats her different than anyone else," he added to the conversation.

Bulma tuned out her parents and looked at her gold encrusted watch, "Oh, look at the time, I had better get going so I can meet Yamcha at the restaurant. Bye guys!" she said as she hurriedly walked out the door.

Vegeta snapped out of his meditated state and looked out towards the entrance of the cave. It had become dark outside, and he thought it best to return and get some real training in today, before he hit the sack. He shot out of the cave like a bullet and headed back halfway across the world, a little slower this time, so he could remember the exact way, instead of flying around in circles looking for the entrance.

Bulma had arrived to the restaurant and looked at her watch, she was a few minutes late, but Yamcha wouldn't mind. "Sir, Briefs, party of two," she said to the waiter.

"Right this way madam," the stuck up French man said.

Bulma went to her seat, noticing that Yamcha hadn't arrived yet. "Maybe he's running a little late," she assured herself. Five minutes went by, then ten, and soon twenty minutes had gone by. With her patience running thin, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Yamcha's number. It rang about three times until it was picked up.

"Hello," a young girls voice said.

Bulma thought to her self for a second and then answered the girl, "Oh I am so sorry, I must have the wrong number." Bulma began tearing a little and then called for the waiter. "Sir," she said to him, "Could you hold my table for 30 minutes. And if my guest arrives, could you call me on this number," she ordered, handing the man her cell phone number.

"That wouldn't be a problem madam," he answered her.

Bulma got up out of her seat and headed for the parking lot. She got out her capsule for her air car and popped it out. She jumped in a speeded away towards Yamcha's house. It took her no more than ten minutes to arrive. She left her car out as she ran up the stairs next to his apartment. Trying the door, she found it to be locked. So she grabbed out her key chain from her purse. Finding Yamcha's key on it, she unlocked the door, and quietly entered. She walked through his house tip toeing with her high heels off. She went to the door of his bedroom and found it cracked. She dared peek her head through the door as she saw something that brought her to tears. There was Yamcha, naked on the bed, with a really young blond haired girl. Her tears soon turned to fuel for her anger as she slammed the door open and began screaming, "YOU SON OF A BITCH, I TRUSTED YOU, ALL THE TIMES YOU WERE TRAINING AND HAD TO MISS A DATE, OR COULDN'T GO ON ONE, YOU WERE BANGING THIS WHORE, AND TO THINK, I WAS GOING TO FUCK YOU!!" Yamcha fell out of the bed, grabbing a sheet trying to cover up his privates.

"Bulma…It, it's not what it looks like," he said frantically.

"Then what is it, you are in the same bed as another woman, naked and she…she has been here before, she has answered the phone before, or she has been in the background, and you…you said it was T…TV," she began crying, heavily.

"Bulma…" Yamcha tried to speak but Bulma couldn't let him.

"No…NO!!" she ran out of the house crying.