Yes, this was supposed to be posted on Wednesday, but I finished much earlier than I anticipated. I was gonna edit it more, but the pressure was too much for poor little old me. A special thanks to TrunksGurl09 for pulling me out of writer's block. This chapter's for you, girl, short and sweet!

There was a knock at the door. He ignored it; he was still eating. Who would come when it was pouring outside, anyway? And besides, someone else would get it. No one did, though, and the knocking persisted. Finally, he had heard enough.

"I'll get the blasted door!" he shouted to no one in particular, storming to the entrance. He threw it open. "What do YOU—" Vegeta was caught off-guard by what he saw.

Yamcha was standing out in the rain with a bouquet of hydrangeas in his right hand and an umbrella in his left. He had tried to dress up, but the weather had interfered. His usually wild hair was incredibly frizzy and his pants and the bottom of his jacket were splattered with mud.

"Bulma, I'm—oh. It's you." Yamcha let his arms drop to his side as Vegeta smirked at him. "Well…can you GET her for me or something?"

Vegeta's smirk changed into a scowl. "No. Get her yourself." He retreated into the hallway, watching the human suspiciously as he entered the house. Yamcha shook his semi-wet hair like a dog.

"Bulma!" he called up the stairs, ignoring the scrutiny he was under. There was an exclamation of surprise, the sound of running feet, and Bulma flew down the stairs into his arms.

"Yamcha!" she squealed. "Oh, I've missed you so—did you bring me flowers?" She stepped back as Yamcha handed her the hydrangeas.

"Bulma, I'm sorry," he said softly, trying to look as pathetic as possible, which was pretty pathetic. She only smiled and kissed him. Sickened, Vegeta snorted and looked away. The sound brought Yamcha's eyes to him.

"So…you weren't dating Vegeta, right?" he asked Bulma slowly. She glanced at Vegeta before shaking her head.

"Of course not," she giggled. For some unexplainable reason, Vegeta felt stung.

"Woman, is dinner ready yet?" he asked icily.

She looked at him, confused. "Vegeta, you were just eating dinner."

"There's not enough. Make me more," he demanded, walking back to the living room. Bulma watched him with wary eyes, wondering why he was suddenly acting so strange.

Yamcha noticed the look on Bulma's face. "Just forget him. He's a bastard," he whispered to her. Was it just her imagination, or did Vegeta's shoulders sag ever so slightly at Yamcha's comment?

"No, he's just…lonely, I guess." She shook her thoughts away and smiled back up at Yamcha. "Good thing I'm not anymore."

Yamcha grinned back, then said suddenly, "Look, Bulma, where's the dress that I bought for you?"

"Upstairs. Why?"

"Because I made us reservations at La Vie tonight." Bulma shrieked and jumped up and down with excitement, resembling a teenager.

"Ooh! I'll go get changed!" She pecked his cheek and ran to her room, leaving Yamcha with the flowers.

Bulma quickly pulled the dress out of the closet and looked at it glumly before she threw it on the bed. 'Well, I TRIED to fix it,' she said to herself, undressing. 'At least it still looks presentable.' She pulled the gown over her head, pinned her hair up nicely and applied a little make-up. "There," she said as she grinned at herself in the mirror.

She skipped down the steps. 'At last,' she thought to herself, 'I get to have my perfect date with Yamcha.' She found him in the kitchen, putting the hydrangeas in a vase filled with water while ignoring the piercing gaze Vegeta was giving him.

"Ready?" he asked her. She nodded excitedly. "Okay, then let's go!" He extended his arm to her and she took it before they marched towards the door.

"Don't forget to take your medicine, Vegeta!" she called over her shoulder. "And don't wait up for me!" She winked at him before Yamcha and her exited.

Of course, he didn't listen.

If you didn't like how short it was, I'm sorry! You have to admit that it's got a lot of information to mull over, though. For instance, do you know what hydrangeas symbolize? Huh? HUH? That's right. Why don't you go look it up? I'm sure you'll be intrigued at the results…if you're too lazy to look it up, though, just e-mail me.