Disclaimer (as if it's really necessary): I do not own Dragonball Z.

Bulma sat at her vanity table, smiling into the mirror. Tonight she had a date with Yamcha and that put her in a great mood. He had stood her up so many times, she was always happy when he would actually show up. Nodding at herself in approval she told her reflection, "You're gonna knock him dead, girl." She giggled and bounced down the stairs to greet her boyfriend. Yamcha was standing at the bottom of the steps talking to her parents when she came down. He looked up at her and she descended. His eyes widened as he took in her beauty. They crawled over her figure greedily.

"You look wonderful, Bulma," he breathed in awe. He blushed slightly and had a nervous little chuckle.

"You two have a great time!" Mrs. Briefs said, giggling.

"Yes, have fun, kids," Mr. Briefs said as he returned to repair more robots that Vegeta had destroyed.

Just then, Vegeta walked in the door, returning from another hard day of training. He paused ever so slightly when he caught sight of Bulma. Then he noticed Yamcha in the room and turned away. He mumbled something under his breath and went upstairs to his room.

"C'mon, Babe, let's go!" Yamcha hurriedly grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door.

Bulma kept her gaze fixed on the stairs that Vegeta just went up. For some reason, she felt guilty about him seeing her with Yamcha. Why? That's just silly. Yamcha is your boyfriend. What's there to feel guilty about? Bulma wondered to herself as a very eager Yamcha pulled her outside to his car.

He held the door open and Bulma stepped into his car. After Yamcha shut the car door, her gaze drifted up to the upper floor windows of her home. She saw a familiar figure standing by an upstairs window. A figure with spiky flaming hair.

"…so I was thinking we could go there. What do you think, Bulma?"

Bulma snapped out of her daze and glanced at Yamcha. "Huh?"

"I was saying we could go to that new restaurant Ramsay's. They have an outdoor dining area that overlooks the water."

Bulma turned to look up at the window again. But the figure was gone and the light was out. Probably just my imagination. I've been up all night with Dad fixing those stupid robots of his. "Yeah, sounds fine, Yamcha," Bulma replied absently.

Yamcha noticed the indifference and glared at the road ahead as he pulled away from her house. He was starting to get really irritated with Bulma lately. She had been acting weird and distracted. Probably that jerk Vegeta's fault. Bulma does way too much for that Saiyan jerk. Yamcha relaxed after thinking this, understanding that it wasn't Bulma's fault she was so tired and out of it.

When they arrived at the restaurant a bouquet of red roses was on the table. A card was tucked in it. Yamcha smiled widely as he helped Bulma into her chair and then sat in his own across from her. Bulma smiled and giggled upon seeing the beautiful bouquet of roses. She leaned over in her chair and planted a kiss on Yamcha's lips.

"Oh, Yamcha! They're beautiful!" Bulma breathed.

Yamcha smiled widely, proud of himself for doing something right for a change.

They ordered their meal and Yamcha told Bulma all about his baseball team and his future plans. Bulma tried hard to listen attentively, but all she could think about was Vegeta. I wonder if he's doing ok? After all, Mom drives him nuts. Oh no! Maybe they're fighting or something. I should probably call and check on him—I mean them.

"…and then I hit another home run!" Yamcha laughed heartily.

Bulma managed a small giggle as she sipped some more of her champagne. As she sat there, letting the champagne roll across her tongue, a thought hit her hard. So hard, she actually had a sharp intake of breath. She pressed her hand to her pounding chest. I wish Vegeta was here.

"Bulma? Are you alright?" Yamcha leapt out of his chair and hurried to her side.

"Y-yes. I'm fine. Champagne went down the wrong tube is all, Yamcha." She told her boyfriend quietly.

"Ok, good. I was worried." He rubbed her back gently. "C'mon, let's dance." He held out his hand and helped her out of her chair.

Bulma complied and walked out on the dance floor with Yamcha. He held her close to him as they swayed with the music. Bulma rested her head on his shoulder and numbly stared off into space. The thought of what she was about to do made her feel sick to her stomach and scared.

"Yamcha…I—" Bulma choked out before Yamcha cut in.

"This isn't working, is it, Bulma?" A sad voice whispered in her ear.

Slowly, Bulma pulled away and stared into Yamcha's eyes. Tears hung there in his eyes.

"What do you mean—"

Yamcha smiled sadly, shaking his head. "You know what I mean. The constant fights, the arguing. None of this feels right, you know?"

Relief washed over Bulma Briefs as she stood there, staring at her long time boyfriend. She was silently crying as she listened.

"I mean, we have fun and all when we're not fighting," Yamcha continued. "But it's like you're not here. You're never here anymore. I don't know where you are, but it isn't here."

"Yamcha…"

"No! Let me finish." Yamcha's hands balled into fists. "And the worst part is, when you DO talk to me it's always about Vegeta. Face it, Bulma, you're obsessed with him!" Yamcha glared at her, hurt.

Bulma stood there in shock. Then her look of shock turned to a look of pure hatred. "How dare you!" She spit at her boyfriend.

"Well, it's true!" Yamcha insisted. "You already told me once you dreamt you kissed him. And after you returned from Namek, all you did was stare at the sky waiting for him to return to Earth. You talk about him all the time. Who knows what you two did while he was recovering after blowing up the gravity room."

Bulma opened her mouth to defend the accusation, but Yamcha put his hand up, stopping her. "Look, let's not fight. We both know the right thing to do." Yamcha looked at her, torn between wanting to slap her and wanting to cry. "Goodbye, Bulma."

Bulma's anger subsided as she heard the tears in Yamcha's voice. "Goodbye, Yamcha," Bulma murmured. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him one last kiss. She slowly let go, looking deep into his eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Bulma walked out of the restaurant and out of Yamcha's life.

Yamcha walked over to the table and sat down heavily in his chair.

"Sir, is everything ok?" The waiter asked, concerned. He had noticed this man's date had left without him.

Yamcha smiled bitterly. "Yep, everything's great. Why shouldn't it be?" He took the bill from the waiter and signed it.

Yamcha sat there alone, drinking champagne. He remembered the box in his upper jacket pocket and removed it, running a finger across the velvet surface. He smiled sadly as he slowly opened the box. Inside rested a diamond engagement ring. The rays of light reflected off the diamond shone in Yamcha's tears as he stared at the ring.

"Damn you, Vegeta." Yamcha gritted between his teeth.

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Well, what do you think? It's my first attempt at writing a fan fiction and I'm having trouble deciding which way to run with this. We'll see what happens.
--Naughty Sorceress