Diclaimer- - - I OWN DRAGONBALL Z! .. not really.. ahaha

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Hey hey hey! Alrighty here it is, chapter 8! Woah! Yay! ahaha! Anyways, thank you everyone for reviewing, and an extra thanks to the ones who told me that whole AU and OOC thingy! Kay, here are my supercalifradilisticexpialidocious reviewers! Megami, Schiza- Bad- Saiyan- Lover, Yomegagurl01, Fire Kitten2, Terry, Vampiress-06, Cilvanti, Spini, ForeVer- Vegeta's- 12, and Heiress2thethrone! Thanks for the reviews!

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Bulma glared at the ring on her finger. The shiny diamond gleamed in the rising sun that shone through the thin curtains. 'Was he right?' Bulma thought as she removed the ring, for better examination. 'Did Yamcha take money from my account to pay for this ring? It makes sense. Yamcha's book store has been on a downward spiral from the start. It's a bad location, annoying name, horrible selection, and burnt coffee.'

Bulma turned to face the sleeping Yamcha. Half of his pillow was damp with drool, and was smiling a goofy smile. 'You're too much of an idiot to think of a plan like that.' Bulma tried to reason as she turned away. 'Then again, we do have a joint account. So Yamcha does have access to it.' Bulma shook her head.

Sitting up she squinted at the digital clock. 7: 46 AM. Bulma got out from the covers and walked to the bathroom. She'd mull over this another time.

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Walking into the kitchen Bulma greeted Chi Chi, "Morning." She said as she walked over to where the coffee pot was.

"You're up early." Chi Chi said, glancing at the clock that read, 8: 15 AM.

"Not really." Bulma laughed a bit as she poured a mug of steaming coffee. "This is actually late for me," she said taking a sip.

"Well," Chi Chi began as she turned towards the refrigerator. "You can help me make breakfast then."

Bulma smiled. "Alright, sounds good." Bulma said as she placed some toast into the toaster.

"Just try not to burn it, B." Chi Chi said as she cracked an egg.

"I think I can handle some simple toast, Chi." Bulma muttered as she looked down into the toaster. As Bulma stared she let her mind drift back to the ring subject. She took in a deep breath and said, "Chi, I need some advice."

"About Vegeta? Ignore him," Chi Chi began sternly. "Don't even give him-"

"No," Bulma interrupted. "Not about Vegeta, about Yamcha." She said as she stared down as her ring.

"What about him?" Chi Chi asked as she began to whisk the eggs she had cracked.

"Last night, I was talking to Vegeta. He thinks Yamcha used my money to buy my wedding ring.." Bulma said as the burnt toast popped. Bulma sighed and placed the charred bread on a plate.

"Don't listen to Vegeta. He's just jelouse." Chi Chi said, frustration in her tone.

"But he made a good point. Yamcha has a joint account with me. His bookstore is failing, yet he was able to afford this." Bulma said as she gestured to the large rock on her left hand.

Chi Chi didn't reply at first. Then she said, "Do you think he would do something like that? I mean, do you trust him?"

"I don't know. When we decided on the joint, it was because we thought we were at a point where we could really trust each other. But now, the more I think about it, the more I think he used my money for this ring."

"Well," Chi Chi began. "If you have doubts, confront him. You're getting married. You better sort this out before the 'I do's.'"

"Yea, but I don't want him to be offended. Yamcha has always been honest with me. I don't think he would do something like that." After Bulma said this, a chuckle was heard as, Vegeta entered the room.

He continued to laugh as he walked past the two and opened a cabinet for a glass. The two glared at him as he filled his glass with tap water.

"What's so funny?" Bulma asked angrily.

"Yamchops and the word honest in the same sentence."

"Get out."

"No."

"Now!"

"Why?" He asked as he took a sip of his water.

"Urgh!" Bulma grumbled as she turned to butter the burnt toasted, angrily. Her eyes watered slightly as she stopped and said, "Vegeta, just please leave."

He sat down at the kitchen table. "Why? I'm not doing anything."

"Please?" Bulma said turning to face him, her eyes still watery.

Her stared into her eyes for a moment. Rolled his, then left.

"He is such an ass." Chi Chi muttered as she walked over to Bulma. "You all right?"

"No." Bulma grumbled as she leaned against the counter. "Vegeta's probably right. Yamcha probably bought the stupid ring with my money. I bet he lies to me all the time, too."

"How would Vegeta even know that? He's been around the guy for like a day, he doesn't know what Yamcha's like."

"Yea, but there were a couple times where they were staring at each other, like angrily. When I asked what's wrong they said 'nothing', but I knew something was said. I don't know, it's creepy." Bulma said as she wiped away a stray tear.

"Everything will turn out okay. Vegeta is just being," Chi Chi paused. "Vegeta. So, don't worry, I'm sure Yamcha didn't use your money to buy the ring. Like you said, he's honest with you, he wouldn't do that." Chi Chi said trying to comfort Bulma.

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About an hour had past and Juu, Krillen, Goku, and Vegeta were up and sitting around in the kitchen. Chi Chi had made eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausages. Bulma had made the burnt toast.

"I like your toast woman." Vegeta chuckled as he came up from behind. "It's very, black."

Bulma swatted at him. "Urgh. Shut up Vegeta, I'm not use to Chi Chi's toaster."

Vegeta smirked, and bit into a piece of toast. Grinning as he swallowed. "It's like eating charcoal." He laughed, coughing slightly.

"Dick."

"Bitch."

"Jackass."

"Whore."

"Tampon!"

"Tampon?" Vegeta asked chuckling.

"Yes." Bulma said smiling. "You're a tampon."

Smirking he shook his head. Then walked back towards the table, throwing out the charred toast on his way. "You guys are real mature." Launch said as Tien and her sat down at the table.

"Yes," Vegeta answered, smirking. "We are." He finished glancing over at Bulma, who was taking the seat across from him.

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They all sat around the dinning room talking and eating. Bulma suddenly looked up from her plate and asked, "Where's Yamcha?"

"I dunno." Goku answered as he swallowed some pancake.

"Yea, and where's Mar-" Launch was cut off as Marron and Yamcha walked in together. Marron was giggling obnoxiously and Yamcha was smiling.

Vegeta glanced over at Bulma. Her eyes were narrowed at the two. She stiffened as Yamcha placed a kiss on the top of her head, before sitting in the seat next to her.

Bulma gritted her teeth as Marron sat down in the seat next to Vegeta, across from Yamcha, still giggling. "Good morning everybody," Marron cooed as she took a couple pancakes from the platter in front of her.

"What took so long," Bulma muttered angrily at Yamcha, as she stabbed her eggs with her fork

"I had to take a shower. Why are you so pissed?"

"I'm not." Bulma snapped as she continued to stab and push her scrambled eggs around her plate.

"Sorry. You just seem a little on edge is all." Yamcha said as he took scoops of scrambled eggs.

Vegeta every so often glanced up as the two bickered softly.

"I'm not 'on edge,' I just wanted to know why it took you an hour to take a shower." She said as she stopped stabbing her eggs and watched Vegeta shake salt over his pancakes.

"I had to get dress, shave, dry my hair-." Yamcha tried to defend.

"Since when do you dry your hair?" Bulma interrupted as she snatched the salt shaker out of Vegeta's hand. "That's disgusting." She muttered to Vegeta.

Vegeta grunted angrily and glared over at Yamcha who was now using the salt shaker to salt his eggs. "You're disgusting." Vegeta said, directing the comment to Yamcha.

"Huh?" Yamcha asked looking up at Vegeta as he set the shaker down.

"I wasn't talking to you." Vegeta lied as he grabbed the shaker and began to salt his bacon.

Bulma glared down at what was left of her breakfast. Her glare hardened as Marron began to giggle. Bulma looked up. 'Why is she laughing?' Bulma asked herself as she glared at Marron. Bulma could feel Vegeta's blue eye staring at her.

"Why are you laughing?" Vegeta asked Marron annoyed.

Marron's giggling slowed as she answered, "No reason."

Bulma looked up at Vegeta who was now getting up with his empty plate. Bulma looked over at Yamcha. He was eating with a slight smile. 'Why is he smiling?' Bulma asked herself, as she placed her silverware on her plate. Standing up, Bulma glanced over at Marron who was smiling down at her food.

Walking into the kitchen, she looked over at Vegeta. He was leaning against the counter next to the sink. He lit a cigarette as she placed her plate into the sink. "He's cheating on me, isn't he?" Bulma asked as she looked up at him.

"How should I know," he answered, sarcsaticly, as he blew out smoke. Then he walked through the swinging door, and into the dinning room.

Bulma stared at the door Vegeta left through. She didn't want to go back into the dining room. She didn't want to sit any where near Yamcha. She wanted to be home. She wanted to be home back in 1998, the beginning of her senior year.

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Bulma listened to the clicks of her heels as she walked through the barren halls. It was her first day of her senior year, at Orange Star High School. She was late because she forgot to set her alarm clock. It was now 10 am and she was suppose to be at her second class. Physical Education.

She had blown off Phys. Ed. because, she felt, it was a waste of time. She hated sports. She hated running. She hated Physical Education. All of her friends had already taken their year of Phys. Ed. Now she would have to take it, alone.

She sighed as she saw 'The Troll' walk towards her. 'The Troll' was the nickname Vegeta had given the short, old, mean, wart faced, couldn't tell if it was a man or a women, hall monitor. The Troll 'tsked, tsked' Bulma as it neared her. (A/N: The Troll is based off of a real hall monitor at my school by the way.. ahaha)

"Roaming the halls with out a pass Ms. Briefs? Or maybe you're just late on your first day. The latter, I presume. " The Troll squawked, as it pulled out a pad of paper from it's worn fanny pack.

Bulma didn't answer, she just rolled her eyes as she watched it write her a tardy slip. "I presume you know where to take this?" The Troll asked condescendingly.

"Mmhmm." Bulma murmured as she took the pink slip from the warted hand. Turning on her heel she headed towards the nearest staircase. Now she had to walk to the South Office, which was opposite the GYM. She smiled as she slowly walked up the stairs. Maybe if she walked slow enough she wouldn't have to go to Phys. Ed.

She sighed as she reached the top of the stairs. She looked up at the clock in front of her. She had ten minutes before the class ended. She shrugged and walked to the nearest water fountain. Leaning over to take a sip, she suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist. She smiled and stood up as she felt a peck on her neck. She giggled as she turned to face Vegeta.

Vegeta smirked down at her. "Late on the first day of school, woman?"

Bulma smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I decided to sleep in." She smiled as he kissed back. "What class are you suppose to be in?" She asked as he kissed down her neck.

"Foundations in Art," he answered as he started back up her neck.

Bulma giggled. "You took an Art class?"

"I needed a semester in Art." He grunted as he let her go. "Where are you suppose to be, Gym?" He asked with a smirk.

"Nope." She smiled then held up the pink slip. "South Office."

Vegeta smirked as he snatched the slip from her fingers. "I'm guessing The Troll."

"Yep." Bulma giggled. "I hate that thing."

Vegeta chuckled and handed it back to her. "Kakkorot thinks it's a man."

"It might be a women." Bulma shrugged as she tugged on the sides of his shirt.

Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist again. "Yea, I think it has boobs." Vegeta chuckled as he pulled Bulma closer to him.

Bulma smiled as she rested her head on his muscular chest. Taking in the comforting smell of tobacco and Old Spice. "You should ask it. Be like, are you a man or a woman?" Bulma giggled.

Vegeta smirked. "Yea, I-," he was cut off as the bell rang loudly and students began to fill the halls. Bulma held onto Vegeta as people pushed and shoved past them, and Vegeta kept his arms firmly wrapped around Bulma's waist.

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The guys, Launch, and Marron were hanging around in the living room. Bulma, Chi Chi, and Juu were in the kitchen. They had all started to drink around four. It was now six. Bulma leaned against the kitchen counter, her left arm holding her right side, and her right arm clutching her second beer.

Bulma hadn't spoken a word to Yamcha, Marron, or Vegeta. She had been mainly talking to Juu and Chi Chi. She had been talking to them about Yamcha, and how she thinks he is cheating on her with Marron.

"Stop worrying about it B," Chi Chi said. "He isn't. Lighten up. Have another beer," Chi Chi offered.

"No," Bulma declined. "I'm not done with this one yet." She said lifting her right arm slightly.

"Marron seems like a whore, but I don't think she would let Yamcha cheat with her." Juu added as she took a sip from her beer.

"She is a whore." Bulma said angrily. "She's marrying that old fart for his money. She's a skanky whore, and you shouldn't have invited her!" Bulma said turning to Chi Chi.

"Hey!" Chi Chi said holding up her free hand. "Don't blame me! How was I suppose to know she didn't change!" Chi Chi laughed a bit and sat down on a near by chair.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Marron just makes me-" Bulma was cut off as Launch ran into the room frantically yelling, "Bulma, come quick!"

Bulma eyes widen and she walked out of kitchen and towards the living room. "What's-" Bulma began to ask Launch, but her question was answered at what she saw.

Goku was not far in front on her, his back was facing her. Goku had his hands on Vegeta's shoulders and was trying to hold him back. Tien was in front of Vegeta also trying to hold him back. Yamcha was on Bulma's right. He was being helped up by Krillen. Bulma looked at Yamcha. He had two black circles forming around his eyes. His lip was bleeding, and he was holding his stomach with his right hand. Marron was also next Yamcha, she had her hands over her mouth in shock.

Bulma watched in horror as Vegeta got loose from Goku and Tien's grip. He headed towards Yamcha with a balled fist. She stood frozen as he placed a punch to Yamcha's chin. She heard Yamcha yell out in pain. Grabbing Yamcha by his shirt collar, with his left hand, Vegeta pushed him up against the wall. He then pulled his right arm back getting ready to land another punch.

"Stop!" Bulma screamed as she ran to Vegeta. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head into his back. Vegeta didn't follow through with his punch. Bulma's tears soaked into Vegeta's polo. "Stop," She repeated through tears.

Vegeta let go of Yamcha's collar and took a step back. Bulma continued to hold onto Vegeta, taking a step back with him. "Please," she said softly, allowing more tears to be absorbed by Vegeta's polo.

Vegeta moved out of Bulma's grasp and headed out the front door. Bulma watched through watery eyes. She noticed Vegeta had a black circle forming around his icy blue eye.

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There you have it! This one took longer to repost than usual, I think.. Reason is because school is taking over my free time! Ahhhhh! ahaha.. Yea, so I'm sorry for the lengthy time between this update.. I feel really bad.. I would be sitting in class thinking, 'I have to update my fanfic!' ahahaha.. Kay, so about my new fanfic, I think I'll post it sooner then planned.. I'm excited to post it.. The title will probably be 'Rock 'N Roll Suicide'.. The thing is I don't think suicide can be in a title.. Alrightyyyy well review! Thanks!

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