Cheater's Envy

Chapter 3: Confrontation

"Come on man, don't look so pissed." Krillin said stopping at the front door of the Capsule Corp. Mansion. "The only way you're going to fell better is if you talk to her."

"Yea, well may be I don't want to feel better." Yamacha said. "Maybe I like being mad at that traitor." Roshi sighed.

"I don't think any of us are to thrilled with the idea of Vegeta and Bulma being together, but that is no reason for you to call her a traitor or be…" Roshi paused. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Krillin asked confused.

"Shh." Yamacha hushed.

"S…..ss….stop." They heard Bulma moan. "Vegeta stop."

Three men looked at each other wide eyed. Yamacha grabbed the pass key out of his pocket and soon the three men were running through the house led by Yamacha.

The three men stopped dead in their tracks as they reached the kitchen entry way. There in front of them was Vegeta and Bulma. Vegeta had his head buried in Bulma's neck, while Bulma was giggling.

"Stop Vegeta, You're tickling me." Bulma laughed. Vegeta lifted his head from the crock of her neck and turned to glare at the chi he felt. Bulma looked confused before she followed his line of sight.

Her face quickly changed from confusion to annoyance when she saw who else was in the house.

"You think you would have learned your lesson last night." Bulma said. Yamacha watched them shocked as he realized they knew. Vegeta smirked as he made his way outside and away from he knew would be a very loud argument.

"Hmm, I don't think I would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes." Roshi said. Krillin nodded in agreement. Yamacha on the other hand was not in the mood for such light and humerous conversation.

"What the hell?!" Yamacha exclaimed. "Vegeta?! Are you serious?!" Bulma shook her head and walked out. "Don't walk away from me!" Yamacha said following her out.

Roshi and Krillin stayed in the kitchen.

"Why should I stay? Why should I even speak to you?" Bulma replied stopping her path in the living room.

"Because I think you owe me an explanation." He said. Bulma looked at him appauled.

"Excuse you! I don't owe you anything! You lost that right when you cheated on me!" she replied yelling at him, completely infuriated.

"You didn't even give me a chance to make it up to you." Yamacha said. bulma's expression changed then. Her face went form straight out anger to sadness.

"I'm done with this." She said calmly. "I'm done with us. Every time I catch you cheating on me and I leave you, you come crawling back to me, begging my forgivness and soothing away discomforts." Bulma took a deep breath. "Why? Why do you came back?" why do you make everything so hard? You have all these different girlfriends, you fall asleep next to a different woman every night." Yamacha made a face to say he would deny it. "Don't! Don't try to deny it, you know it's true." She cut him off. "So when I break up with you, you think you'd be relieved that your one true obligation is gone, and yet you keep coming back. Why?"

Yamacha sighed frustrated.

"And Please!" Bulma continued. "Please, don't insult me, by saying you love me, because we both know that's a load of crap."

"I don't come crawling back." Yamacha defended. "If anything I come strutting back to save your butt."

"Oh really, and how do you save me" Bulma asked her anger returning.

"Every time we break up you always drown yourself in work."

"I'm not drowning myself in work, Jackass, I'm doing my job! Unlike some people." She replied.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Yamacha asked outraged.

"I'm saying you're a damn freeloader!"

"Oh really and what about Vegeta?" he asked matter of factly.

"That's different." Bulma stated. " He was invited." Yamacha balled his fists I anger. "You're nothing but player Yamacha. A filthy little player who won't be happy until he's slept with every in town. I'm sick of you and I'm sick of your attitude and I here by wash my hands of you." Bulma said calmly. Yamacha watched in total shock. Now, get out of my house."

With that Bulma turned on her heels and walked towards her lab.

"Yea well don't come running back to me when he dumps you because he'd rather have power!" Yamacha yelled after her.

"At least I'll have known what it's like to be with a real man!" she yelled back.

Silence.

Bulma smirked and continued her journey to her lab.

-xXx-

Later that night

Bulma laid in bed staring up at the ceiling in thought. It was late, about 1:00 am, and she had just finished working on her latest project. Vegeta was still out in the gravity chamber training and a small part of her was glad for it. She needed time to think.

As much as she hated to admit it, Yamacha was right. The minute Vegeta got bored here, he would leave her behind without a second thought. That was just who he was.

It was also the reason she liked him so much. He wasn't romantic and mushy, he was tough and strong. She herself was anything but a pushover. She didn't want a guy who tiptoed around everything because he was afraid of saying something wrong. She wanted a guy who had an opinion, who knew what he wanted and took it with out mercy.

He had his moments though. He could be sweet in his own silent way. And he was very attentive to her. It was useless to deny it, she had fallen for him. He was just so different. He wasn't a total wuss like Yamacha and he wasn't all sweet and innocent like Goku.

She had finally found a man she could argue with, as crazy as that sounds. A man who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

By now Bulma had closed her eyes as she thought. She heard the door to the balcony open quietly and decided not to open her eyes. She could picture everything that was happening.

Vegeta walked in, stripped of his dirty training clothes and then walked into the bathroom. The shower started and after twenty minutes, turned off. His foot steps were light as he took another five minutes in the bathroom and then came out. She felt his weight shift on the bed as he laid down next to her and turned to face her. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and bring her closer to him. She fought hard not to shudder as his breath fanned down on her neck.

"What's wrong?" Vegeta whispered. Bulma opened her eyes and turned her head to face him. He looked back.

"What makes you think there's something wrong?" she asked.

"Your scent." He replied. "Something is bothering you." Bulma sighed.

"It's not important." She replied turning over on her side and snuggling into the young prince.

"You're lying." He said pulling her in."

"You wouldn't want to hear what I have to say anyway." She explained.

"Don't tell me you let that half wit get to you." Vegeta scoffed.

"Of course not." She said pulling away. "It's just something he said got me thinking."

Bulma sat up and faced Vegeta. Vegeta watched her curious as to what she would say.

"You're always training. Always fighting to be stronger then Goku, but you're doing it wrong." She said carefully, hoping he wouldn't try to kill her for insulting him.

"Oh really? And how am I doing it wrong?" he sneered as he too sat up.

"His pride and your pride are completely different. You fight for yourself, for your own glory. But Goku, Goku fights for his family. The only reason Goku went to stop Frieza was because he knew that eventually, Freiza would invade earth. He was motivated by all of the lives he charged himself with saving. His pride is his family and his friends. That's why he's so strong, because he doesn't have a choice."

Vegeta watched her, his sudden anger disappating as he took in what she said.

That couldn't be true, it just couldn't be. There was no way someone became stronger because of their loved ones. He couldn't believe that, it couldn't be possible. What hope did he ever have of becoming stronger if the only way he could was to have a family. He wasn't that kind of guy. He never had been. He wasn't interested in finding love and going out to start a family. It wasn't who he was. Besides, what woman would want a man with a cold heart and a dark blood stained past.

Vegeta was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a light peck on his lips. He watched a Bulma pulled away and then laid back down. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

Then it dawned on him. She was trying to tell him something. She was trying to tell him she was that woman. The one who could melt his cold heart and help wash clean his bloody past.

"Maybe." He thought as he too laid down and closed his eyes.

A/N: Please review. I'm already working on the sequeal. Be on the look out for Please Don't Leave Me.