Dinner time Betrayal

I picked up the phone watching Vegeta walk away from me. I want so much to call out to him, but I can't find the right words to say. Someone kept calling out 'Hello' in my ears. I finally tear my eyes away from his retreating back and answered the call.

"Hello? Bulma, babe, are you there?"
Yamchua, why was he calling me, and at this hour. Once again my anger build as I remember what he did to me just a few hours ago. It was suppose to be a great evening. Candle light dinner, red wine, lobster, the works. I went to the rest-room to make my usual make-up touchup. I went to the mirror and pulled out my makeup case. Another woman entered the room and said those horrible words.

"I thought rich women like you can afford to find a man of their own."

I was stunned mid-application of my lipstick. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

I spun to get a good look at the woman who was accusing me. She was beautiful, blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair. Pearls adorned her slim neckline. She wore a blood red pant suit with white pumps to match her purse. She flipped her hair then walked past me to look at her reflection in the mirror, completely ignoring the fact that she had just accused me wrongfully.

"I'm sorry, but maybe you have me mixed up with someone else."

"You are Bulma Briefs are you not?"

So what if I was Bulma Briefs, what does that have to do with her accusation. "Yes, so?"

"My point is" she picked out a red lipstick from her purse and applied it to her plump lips "My boyfriend, of three years, told me he was tied down with this woman for a good eight years and he was afraid to break it of because he didn't know how. Imagine my surprise when he told me that this woman's name was Bulma Briefs."

She pulled a powder from her purse and applied it to her nose. For the life of me I could not understand what she was getting at. I have been with only one man and that man was right now sitting outside waiting for me. Obviously she had gotten the names mixed up.

"Look, you've got the wrong lady. Obviously your boyfriend was scared of breaking it of with you, that's why he made that story up. Besides what sane woman would believe such a tale."

She spun glaring at me "We are engaged to be married in three month's time, he would never lie to me."

Man, they say blondes were dumb but this was the first time I saw it for myself. How can she marry someone who made-up such an outrageous lie?

"Listen, I'm not going to continue this conversation." And with that, I left the bathroom and headed straight for Yamchua. He sat reading the menu, standing only when I approached the table to sit. I slammed my bag on the table drawing Yamchua's attention to my obviously unnoticed anger.

"What's up babe?"

"Can you believe that a woman came to me in the rest room accusing me of stealing the man she is about to marry!"

"You never know what type of weirdoes you meet next."

"You can say that again?" I looked down at my menu to make my selection. Then someone with a very familiar perfume came and stood by our table. I looked up and there I saw the same woman starring down angrily at Yamchua.

"I have waited long enough Yamchua tell her and tell her now!"

Why was she talking to Yamchua, does she know him, or was she mistaking him for a guy who was cheating on her from the same loony story she told her earlier. Yamchua looked up at the woman with fear written all over his face. Why?

"Yamchua!" I said drawing his attention to me "Don't let her scare you, she is obviously some loony who escaped from a mental hospital. Let's just call the waiter to get her away from us." I raised my hands to summon the waiter. Yamchua then reached across the table and pulled my hands down to my side. "What are you doing?"

"Bulma, we need to talk."

No, what does that mean? I looked at the woman again and saw her smile with satisfaction at me. It couldn't be true. I looked at Yamchua's eyes and realized with awful certainty that it was true. I was the woman Yamchua wanted to get rid of, and didn't know how? I stood quietly and walked out of the restaurant and away from Yamchua.

Now, he was on the phone begging me to let him explain. What was there to explain. He was engaged to be married and he has finally gotten rid of the old bag that was dragging him down. -sigh- I hung up the phone while he still talked about how he wanted to tell me sooner.

I walked up the stairs towards his bedroom. I know it's late, but he isn't sleeping, he doesn't sleep. Even if I stand watch over him to make sure, he still doesn't sleep. I raised my hands to knock but they never touched the wooden frame. He pulled the door open and looked at me for my explanation.

"I am...drawn to you too."

With those words said he pulled me into his embrace, his face buried in my neck pulling in my smell. A smile touched my lips as his hand went down and cupped my left cheek. Not to be outdone I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to my body. My hands roam his chest and back. Then in one swift motion he picked me of the ground and kicked the door shut. Our lips met and we kissed each other hungrily. Still attached to his waist he lifted my head, kissing down my neck. His hand slipped under by T-shirt cupping my breast while he kissed each nipple tenderly...

After the experience faded, we lay there holding each other both falling into a peaceful sleep. And for once I know he is asleep, his face was crease free and relaxed, and a small comforting sound echoed from his throat. He snored.

The rain had finally stopped.