(A/N: Heya. Just a quick note to Tsume-Hiei luver. Nah my email isn't on my homepage. I don't really use that website any more. I'm making a new website on tripod at the moment. I dunno how long it will take. If you want to find my email go onto my bio. It's on there, opened the front door to find Yamcha smiling guiltily and embarrassedly at her.
"Yeah. Um…hi…Bulma."
Bulma took a step backwards panicked.
"Yamcha. What do you want?"
"I…wanted to give you a Christmas present. Aren't I allowed to do that now?"
"Yamcha…"
"Please. Let me just give you a present."
"Erm…ok.
Chichi's gonna be right near by…What could happen?
Just don't let Vegeta catch you here."
Goku walked in just then with sweat dripping from his forehead and blood running from his nose.
"Hey Bulma can I get a glass of water? Oh! Hey Yamcha!"
Yamcha waved at him sheepishly.
"Hey Goku."
Bulma glared at Goku.
"Go and wipe that nose before you drip blood all over my clean carpet! Where's Vegeta?"
"Oh he's playing outside with Trunks."
"Playing or fighting?"
"Well…he's calls it playing…"
"Say no more."
Bulma laughed and sent Goku into the kitchen with Chichi. Goten and Gohan joined them and got some glasses of water. Trunks and Vegeta stayed outside. Yamcha followed Bulma into the lounge and sat down on the sofa next to her. Bulma edged away from her. He took his hand away from behind his back and handed her a box of chocolates. Bulma took them from him and for the first time in seven months, smiled at him.
"Thanks Yamcha. You really didn't need to do this."
"Well, it's kinda like a peace offering. I know things will never be the same. I'm surprised you haven't kicked me out already."
"Yamcha…yeah you're right. Things won't be the same, but I know it must have taken a lot of guts for you to come round here today. I don't feel comfortable being with you by myself though."
"Yeah. I wouldn't feel comfortable being with me either after what I did."
"Thanks. For the chocolates. I'm sorry but I don't have anything for you."
"That's ok. I wasn't expecting anything."
He words started to slur. She looked into his eyes and gasped.
"Yamcha…you're…drunk."
"I am? Oh."
"Yamcha I want you out of my house now!"
"Oh come on baby. Just one kiss."
"Yamcha out now!"
Yamcha leant forward and put his arms out either side of her so she couldn't escape. She looked around franticly as Yamcha leant in for a kiss.
"Vegeta!"
Goku ran in from the kitchen at Bulma scream of panic. He glared angrily at Yamcha. As did Goten, Gohan and Chichi when they walked in and noticed what Yamcha was doing. Goku walked over, grabbed Yamcha by the collar and held him in the air in front of him.
"What do you think you're doing Yamcha? You were just supposed to give her the present and leave!"
"Huh? Goku? That you?"
Chichi ran at him.
"You git!"
Bulma heard Vegeta's and Trunks's voices drift in from the kitchen.
Damn! That's all I need!
Vegeta had Trunks on his shoulders and they were laughing. Their laughing stopped when they saw Yamcha in Goku's grasp. Gohan turned to them and grabbed Goten.
"Ok time to go. Come on mum, dad."
Goku dropped Yamcha to the floor with a sneer. Chichi turned her back to him in disgust.
"Sorry about this Bulma. Call me later ok?"
Goku grabbed Chichi and hurried her out of the house. Vegeta walked towards Yamcha threateningly. Trunks jumped off Vegeta's shoulders and ran to Bulma's arms. She cuddled him protectively. Yamcha stepped back from Vegeta with a sneer on his face. Vegeta grabbed him by the collar and held him up in the air.
"I should've taken care of you long ago."
"Do it then!"
Vegeta brought his arm back and swung it forward at Yamcha's face, sending him flying backwards into the wall. A crack appeared in the wall, before the bottom quarter fell to the floor in a pile of rubble. Vegeta searched through the rubble for Yamcha and found it soon enough. He picked him up and carried him to the door. He opened it and threw Yamcha outside onto the grass. Vegeta shot him his classic smirk before slamming the door. He stormed back into the lounge and shot Trunks an argy look.
"Going!"
Trunks jumped down and flew upstairs. Bulma scrambled backwards on the sofa worriedly.
"Vegeta….I…"
He walked towards her slowly. He was inches away from her with an angry look on her face. He held out his hand to her and his dark expression faded, to be replaced with a look of love and forgiveness. Bulma took his hand and he pulled her up into his arms. He put his arms round her shoulders and held her against him firmly. She pit her hands on his chest and smiled. He put his hands on her shoulders and held her away from him. He looked her up and down.
"Are you ok? Did the bastard hurt you?"
"No. I'm fine. Thanks Vegeta."
"Why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Even let him in our house. You should know by now. He means trouble. He'll do anything to get you back now."
"Yeah I know, but I'll never go back."
"No, you're mine now."
He leant down and started kissing her neck hungrily. Bulma moaned with pleasure. He took hold of the straps of her top and started to slide them down her arms. Just then the doorbell went. Bulma tensed up. Vegeta slid her straps back up her shoulders and shook his head at her.
"Don't worry. It's not Yamcha. It's Kakarot. Again."
Bulma smiled guiltily and walked to the door. She opened it and Goku was there smiling at her with a parcel under his arm.
"Hey again Goku."
"Hey Bulma. I came here to drop off Goten's present for Trunks. We kinda forgot in all the commotion."
Bulma grabbed the parcel off his.
"Ok thanks Goku. See ya."
"But I…"
Bulma cut him off by shutting the door in his face. She went back into the lounge. Vegeta still stood in the exact same position as before. She dropped the parcel into the sofa and walked up to him. He took her in his arms and gave a long, deep kiss. She ran her hands up his neck and into his wild, black hair. He put his hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. She put her arms round his waist and squeezed him tightly. He didn't mind. Not as long as he was with her.