Three weeks. Three weeks since Yamcha had last gotten a hold of her. She stared at her phone, sadness in her eyes. She couldn't wrap her head around it. He always came back, always begged to get back with her. What made this time any different? Was it Vegeta? Was he really that jealous of the other?
Maybe he was waiting on her to come to him, crawling back with tears in her eyes. Did he expect her to beg for him? Did he not know her as much as she thought he did? Hell had to freeze over before she would beg for that.
He made it seem like it was her fault to begin with, so he was in the wrong to begin with.
She literally just wanted to fix what she messed up. Was Vegeta that much in the wrong that her simply taking care of him was that bad? Even after all this time, she didn't regret her choice.
So if that were the case, why did she feel like this? She felt like shit. She was sad, she missed him. He could show up with some flowers and she would be ready to forgive him. But at the same time, she knew if that were to happen, history would be sure to repeat itself. It always had.
Everyday she would hole herself away from everyone who could ask her how she was. She stayed in her lab working on her unfinished projects. Just like with the room Vegeta had been healing in, she had stayed in her lab, only leaving when she needed to. She needed to keep her mind distracted at all times or else she would think of Yamcha. She worked on her bots every now and then, knowing well that Vegeta wouldn't try to talk to her about her life.
He was the only one she could handle being around lately. When he talked to her, she either held an interesting conversation with him or he made her too angry to think. Either way, she was happy with the end result.
Even now she was in her lab, sulking away. She needed to do something, maybe she should go out. She was sure she could go to the bar and hook up with someone. With her gorgeous looks, hooking a man should be easy. That way she could actually give Yamcha a valid reason to be jealous.
Standing up from her chair, she stretched out her limbs. She was stiff from sitting for so long. As of lately, she even finds herself falling asleep here. Walking towards the door, she held her breath. She felt nervous. Three weeks of hiding herself away in here. She needed to take a long shower and rinse all that away.
Leaving her lab and heading straight for her home, she noticed the GR wasn't running. Was he inside eating or just taking a break? She knew she'd have the answer in just a moment. Heading inside, she wasn't surprised to see her mother standing by the stove, cooking away. She noticed Vegeta was sitting in his normal chair, waiting for his meal.
Looking his way, she immediately caught his eye. Walking past him, she made her way towards the stairs. Heading up to her room, she groaned when seeing the state it was in. Maybe she should take a few hours cleaning the room, maybe even rearranging it. She needed some type of change. Stepping over the clothes on the floor, she headed to her bathroom to take a shower.
It was hot and relaxing, the exact thing she needed. She actually had to force herself out, her skin pruning up as enough evidence that she was in there a little too long. Choosing just a t-shirt and shorts as her outfit for the day, she stared at her reflection in the fogged mirror. Her looking terrible was an understatement. She looked worse for wear. She hadn't put makeup on in a while, not really having an excuse to need to.
Poking at the bags under her eyes, she wondered if make up would be enough to cover everything up. Her eyes went to her curls next. A small frown formed as she examined the blue strands. Yamcha loved her curly hair. She wanted to cut it off. Well now she knew what she was going to do today.
Pulling out what makeup she needed, she began doing her face up. It was only twenty minutes later that she found herself going down the stairs. Entering the kitchen, she wore a big smile.
Her mother noticed her first, a plate full of food in her hands. "Bulma! Have you finished what you're working on?" She asked as she set the plate in front of Vegeta.
He glanced her way, noticing her smile. He continued eating in silence, his eyes lingering on her. He noticed her face didn't look as tired as it had been the last few days. His nose had noticed that she wasn't coated in whatever that fragrance she enjoyed coating herself in. He felt pleased that it was just her natural scent, that didn't burn his nose.
Bulma nodded, "I think so, for now at least." Heading over to the table, she grabbed an apple from the middle. "Don't worry about making a plate for me, I'll be eating out." She explained.
Bunny nodded at her, "Meeting up with someone?" She questioned with a raised brow. "That sweet boy hasn't been around here in a while, I do hope everything is okay." She continued on, referring to Yamcha.
She shook her head, "He won't be around for a while and if he is... tell him to go away. I don't want to see him." She huffed, biting hard into the apple.
The blond woman looked worried for only a moment, before nodding.
Vegeta had snorted, that being his only response as he continued eating his food.
Bulma glanced over at him, "Something funny?" She asked, a tint of annoyance in her voice.
He looked her way, a smirk on his lips. "Just wondering what took so long for you to realize how much a waste of time that weakling was." He told her, stuffing another bite of food in his mouth.
She pressed her lips together, Vegeta was right. It was a waste of her time. Looking away from him, she finished the rest of the apple off before shooting it into the trash can. Of course she easily made it. "I'm not too sure when I'll be back, I'll see you later." She told them as she slipped out of the kitchen and soon the house.
Bunny had looked her way worriedly, "I sure hope she is alright..."
Vegeta glanced up with a raised brow, "She'll be fine. She's stronger than most." Seeing the blond woman suddenly smile, he grimaced. He should have kept his mouth shut. He didn't want her to think that he actually wanted to converse with her. Now that would be a waste of his time, that was for sure.
He looked in the direction that Bulma had left in, his brows furrowing. So his guess on Scarface was correct, he was out of her life. That explained why she was acting the way she was. He had wondered why she was talking to him more, offering to upgrade his bots and training room. She had been lonely.
He exactly didn't think he wanted to be the one she leaned on.
He could feel her ki growing further from him, she had already left the compound. Shoving another bite into his mouth, he couldn't help but wonder why the two decided to take their own separate ways. This would be better for him, this meant less distractions.
Bulma had travelled through West City, going to her usual hair cutting shop. Entering the building, she gave a small hello. She was one of the regulars, she had her hair changed every so many months so this wasn't unusual for her to show up. She hadn't thought too much on what type of hairstyle she wanted to get this time around.
Maybe something shorted, something straighter. Yamcha hated when she changed her hair. Fuck him.
When it was her turn to sit in the chair, she decided just to get it cut so it was easy to take care of. Just above her shoulders and straightened. That was all. Despite that, losing the curls was enough to make her feel better.
Figuring she might as well, she decided to hit up a few nearby shops as well. She'd need to buy herself a cute outfit for later on. If she was going to pick up a guy, she needed to look her best.
Then finally after an hour's worth of shopping, she found herself wearing a blue dress that really showed off her curves. While it left her shoulders bare, she fixed that with a leather jack. A grin covered her lips as she walked, her new heels clicking against the pavement as she walked.
She felt like a million bucks. Yamcha could eat his heart out, she felt gorgeous once again just like she should.
The sun had begun lowering, it was becoming late. She just needed to travel to the club she usually hung out at. They had a cute bar that she loved to hang out with Yamcha at. A small part of her hoped he would be there just so he could see what he was missing out on.
The drive wasn't far, the route memorized. They had gone here whenever they felt like just going crazy. Whether it was the dancing or the drinks, this had to be one of her favorite spots to hang out at. Her being alone would be a first however. While she didnt want to seem desperate, she made sure to keep her head held high.
Getting out of her hoverjet, the sound of music coming from the building welcomed her. Walking up to the bouncer, she could only grin as he immediately let her in.
The room was coated in multiple different colored lights. The dance floor was already filled with men and women, dancing closely with each other as the music played above them. Walking along the wall, she felt a few eyes on her as she walked. This was the exact way it should be. Who cares if she was alone, she'd make sure she wouldn't be by the end of this.