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Bulma knocked once then, using her free hand, opened the door. "'Geta, I brought some movies!" She called out. She received no reply. She sighed, and walked into the living room. No Vegeta. She walked into the kitchen.
Vegeta's back was facing her. He was sitting at the kitchen table. He had bandages wrapped around his back, from his under arms down to his hip. He had bandages wrapped around his head, like an eye patch, so it covered his left eye. His left arm in a sling.
Bulma walked up behind Vegeta, and placed a kiss on top of his head. She then looked down at the table. It was a mess. Spilled milk and corn flakes covered the area surrounding his half filled bowl. He clutched a spoon in his right hand. She watched as he dipped his spoon into the air in front of the bowl. He still hadn't overcome his depth perception problem. Bulma swallowed the lump that began to form in her throat. She subconiously rubbed her left eye.
He grunted in anger, then threw the spoon across the table. Bulma winced slightly when it clattered to the floor. Vegeta stood, using the back of his chair to steady himself. He glanced over at her then hobbled into living room.
Bulma subconiously touched her left cheek, where she received three stitches from the crash, it burned slightly at the pressure. Then she followed him into the living room. "'Geta, sweetie, I brought some movies we can watch together." She said as cheerfully as she could, when she walked over to the leather couch he was sitting on.
He didn't say anything, he just glared at the blank T.V in front of him.
"You feeling okay? Do you want me to make you som-."
"I'm fine." He snapped as he reached into his shorts pocket. Pulling out a cigarette pack. Ignoring his interruption, Bulma sat down next to him on the leather couch, and placed the movies she brought on her lap.
"What do you want to watch?" She asked. Looking over at him. He had the cigarette placed between his teeth, hands cupping it. She watched as he flicked the lighter.
"Damnit!" Vegeta cursed as he missed the cigarette and burned his hand. Bulma snatched the cigarette from his teeth.
"You shouldn't be smoking any ways!" She scolded him.
"Yes, mother." Vegeta mocked as he felt around for his packet. Then he realized that, that cigarette was his last. "Give it back, women."
"No. You shouldn't be smoking. Do you want me to get that nicotine gum for you?"
"No. I want you to hand over the God damn cigarette!"
"The doc-"
"Fuck the doctor! Give me back the damn cigarette!" Vegeta said angrily as he leaned against her and began to reach for the cigarette Bulma was holding.
Bulma moved the cigarette out of his reach. Vegeta used his right arm to grab her waist and pull her into more of a laying position. The videos she had brought fell to the floor with a thud. He then rolled on top of her reaching for the cigarette she still held, just out of his reach.
"Damnit, woman, give me the damn cigarette!" He yelled looking her in the eye.
"No," she said looking back into his.
Vegeta stared into her eyes then kissed her lips lightly. "Please?" He smirked.
She smiled and giggled softly, she kissed him back then said, "It's not good for you."
He kissed her more deeply this time. "Are you sure you don't want to give it to me?" He asked as he broke away.
"Positive." Bulma said quickly as Vegeta captured her lips again.
"Alright then." He said breaking away, then sat up.
Bulma sat up and giggled. "You're a bitchy tease." She laughed as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Don't call me a bitch," Vegeta said as he smirked down at her. "Bitch."
Bulma shook her head. "Jerk.." Bulma then grabbed for the fallen videos. "Which one do you want to watch, I got 'The Breakfast Club', and 'Pretty In Pink'."
Vegeta grunted irritatedly. "'Pretty In Pink!'" He said, suddenly, trying to mimic Bulma's voice, "Because I would like die if we didn't watch 'Pretty In Pink' first!" Then using his right hand he flapped it so it pointed down. "'The Breakfast Club' is so over rated!"
Bulma laughed, "Don't be a jackass about it, I rented relaxing movies."
Vegeta wrapped his right arm around Bulma's waist, and pulled her onto his lap. "You rented two chick flicks. Why didn't you rent Predator, or something that didn't have Molly Ringwald in it." Vegeta muttered as he kissed the air. Grunted in frustration, then kissed her neck.
Bulma tried to ignore the pang of guilt that rippled through her body when he grunted. "The Breakfast Club isn't a chick flick, it's like a classic."
"No," Vegeta muttered. "Scar Face is a classic." Then he went back to nipping her neck.
"I hat- Ow!" Bulma yelped. "Vegeta! That one hurt!"
Vegeta chuckled against her neck. "Sorry woma-," Vegeta didn't finish. Instead he winced and grabbed his eye with his right hand.
Bulma whipped around, "What's wrong!" She asked as she moved off his lap.
"Nothing. I'm fine." He said through gritted teeth.
"Do you need your pain killers?" Bulma asked with concern.
"No. I'm fine." He said. "Go put one of the damn movies in." He said with irritation littered with pain.
"I'm going to go get your pills," Bulma said getting up.
"No. I'm fine." He grunted at her. "I'm fine."
Bulma stared at him, her eyes began to water. "It's okay I'll go get th-"
"No!" He yelled at her. "I'll be fine. Put the movie in."
Bulma wiped a tear. "Alright.." She said softly, then placed The Breakfast Club, into the VCR. She sat back down next to Vegeta. Vegeta grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap as the movie started.
He kissed the back of her neck until she relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder. Bulma kissed his cheek and said, "I love you."
He kissed her lips, "I love you, too."
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Bulma pressed the ice pack against Yamcha's right eye. "Now tell me what happened."
Yamcha looked up at her through his bruised eye. "I don't know. I was just drinking then he randomly punched me in the stomach."
Bulma studied him for a moment. 'That doesn't sound like Vegeta. Well it does, but Vegeta would start with the eye or chin.' Bulma thought as she pressed a little harder on the ice pack.
"Not so hard," Yamcha winced.
Bulma rolled her eyes, and lessened the pressure. "Here, you hold it." Bulma said handing him the ice pack. Yamcha took it, and pressed it against his eye.
"Ow.." He muttered as he removed it then looked up at Bulma pathetically.
Bulma sighed, "I'll be right back," she muttered as she walked into the hallway by the stairs. Vegeta had come back from inside to get his stuff. He was leaving early. Bulma leaned against the wall next to the stairs when she heard some one coming down the stairs.
As Vegeta stepped off, Bulma said, "Tell me what happened."
"Ask Yamchops." Vegeta sneered.
"I want to hear your side."
Vegeta turned to meet her gaze. "Since when did you stop trusting Yamchops?" He asked sarcastically.
"I didn't say I didn't trust him." Bulma said staring back into his icy blue eye, out lined in black.
Vegeta frowned. "If he had told you the truth, you would want to be leaving just as bad as I do." Then turned and headed towards the front door.
Bulma followed him outside, "What happened?"
He continued to walk but shouted over his shoulder, "I'll see you next week."
Bulma stood on the driveway, in the snow, and watched Vegeta peel out and onto the slick streets.
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When Bulma walked back into the house she was greeted by Goku, "So he left?"
"Yep," Bulma mumbled as she walked past him and towards the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen Bulma, at first, didn't see any one. Then she heard an infamous Marron giggle.
Bulma winced at the high pitched cackle. Then turned on her heel and looked towards the breakfast bar. Sitting in one of the two chairs was Yamcha. Leaning against the counter, giggling, and holding Yamcha's ice pack, was Marron.
"Yammy you're so funny!" She giggled as she playfully slapped at his shoulder with her free hand. Yamcha grinned at Marron.
'Yammy!' Bulma screamed through her thoughts.
"Oh my goodness, I rhymed!" Marron said, another round of brain scrapping like giggles followed.
Bulma shut her eyes tightly then released. "Yamcha, give me your keys!"
Marron turned around, still holding the ice pack to Yamcha's eye. "Oh, Bulma, I didn't hear you come in."
Bulma gave Marron a curt smile then walked towards Yamcha. "I need your keys." Bulma said. One hand out stretched to Yamcha, the other firmly gripping her hip.
"Oh," Yamcha said as he began to search his pockets, then pulled out the key chain with four keys on it.
Bulma snatched it out of his hands and stomped out of the room. She was beginning not to care.
Bulma headed out the front door and walked to the Excursion. She sat in the drivers seat and stared at the garage door. She allowed a few tears to fall before she started to rip apart the insides of the Excursion. She was searching for her emergency cigarette pack, she had hidden inside of it.
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Bulma put more pressure on her right foot, as she sped through the yellow light. Since Yamcha's eyes were so swollen from the fight, Bulma had to drive home. She yawned as she slowed down for the early morning traffic jam.
"Hey, babe?"
"What."
"Wanna stop and get a bite to eat?"
"No."
Bulma could feel Yamcha's eyes on her. She was mad at him. She didn't want to look at him, or talk to him. "Are you mad at me?"
"Yes." She answered without hesitation
"What? Why?" Yamcha asked sitting up straight in his seat.
Bulma glared at the traffic jam she was caught in. "Why do you think?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."
Bulma shut her eyes tight then opened them. "First, you get buddy buddy with Marron, then you get in a fight with Vegeta! Why shouldn't I be mad at you?" 'And you used my fucking money to pay for my gaudy ass ring!' Bulma added, in her mind
"Hey!" Yamcha started to protest, "I'm not the one who started that fight! Vegeta hit me first!"
"Well there must have been some sort of reason for him to punch the shit out of you! And surprisingly Vegeta isn't an angry drunk, or even a big drinker! He was sober, and so were you, so tell me what the hell you said!"Bulma yelled at Yamcha, as she pressed on the gas so she was riding the car in front of hers bumper.
"Why do you think I said something, how do you know it wasn't Vegeta who started to talk shit!"
"What 'shit' was he saying?"
"I dunno, he was talking about you. He was being a real ass so I punched him."
Bulma paused for a moment. "I don't believe you." She turned onto another main street, their apartment complex came into view.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because," Bulma started as she pulled into the parking garage of their apartment complex. "You told me that Vegeta randomly punched you, now you're telling me he said something about me, and then you punch him, first." Bulma pulled into a parking space. "I don't believe you Yamcha, because you keep changing your story." Bulma exited the Excursion and headed towards the elevator that would bring her to her apartment.
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I hope you enjoyed Chapter 9! Woo Hooo! ahaha so yea, please review not only this fan fiction; but please take the time to read and review my newest fan fiction, 'Rock 'N Roll Suicide'! Thanks!
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