Hello everyone, sorry for taking so long, school and work had been crazy. But I will like you all to know that I am working on the next chapter, and I expect it to be ready in 3 or 4 days!

Chp 4

Bulma opened his eyes, expecting to find herself in the comfort of her bed. Instead, she was at the medical suit in Capsule Corporation.

She was feeling drowsy, and a slight headache was bothering her, but mostly she was disoriented not having an idea how she got there. Her mother was seating next to her, holding her hand with delicacy.

-Oh sweetie, finally you weak up.- Bunny gave a warm smile to her daughter that looked confused.

-mom what happened? -

-Well, honey, the doctor ran some exams and said that you are a little bit anemic, a product of you bad sleeping and food habits, but look like the stress made your weak body fall apart. – I guess poor Yamauchi choose a very wrong time to propose-

The Las words of her mom hit her, 'Oh God, it was not a dream, he did it.' The blue haired woman tried to stand, but her mom stopped her.

-Mom I need to talk to Yamcha-

-Not now honey, it is 2 am, and the doctor wants to keep you under observation until the morning.-

-But mom…-

-Not but young lady, you can call him first thing tomorrow-

The rise of the woman ki had let him know that she had finally wake up. He was still in the gravity room. Unable to put his mind at ease the only thing he could do was a train. He was upset to the core; he had found himself intervening in that weakling's pathetic life. He had acted like a dumb and had humiliated himself. The smell of fear that the woman was emitting while the stupid weakling was asking her to be his, that had sent all his senses into alerts, and for the first time in his life, he had felt protective of something more than himself. 'this place if making me weak, that is why I shall destroy it as soon as I surpass Kakarot.' Vegeta just wanted to kill something, but this mud ball had nothing worth of his time 'The weakling' that would be an easy but still satisfying killing. He heated that human with all his aim, and could not understand why, but his presence makes him cringe. 'Pathetic' After defeating his rival Saiyan he would make sure to give the weakling a painful dead.

Bulma pretended to fall sleep, so her mother would leave her alone. She needed time to think. Yamcha had proposed to her. That was something she was expecting and even had planned. But know that it happened, she was not happy, not sure what to do. She had never doubted her relationship with the Z warrior; she always imagined that at some point they would end up getting married. But now she felt as if that was not enough, maybe he was not enough. 'No Bulma, what are you thinking, he is your sweet boyfriend, you have been with him half of your life' A great guilt surrounded her. -It is just the uncertainty, all this situation, and the androids, his death, it been too much, its too much for me right now.' She was trying to convince herself. She needed time to clear her mind, and this was not a good time to think about weddings and future, how could it be? All her friends, including Yamcha, were fated to die. 'I should talk to him, explain that is not the best time. We should focus on destroying the androids, and after that is over, then we can marry', with a new found determination she decided to go to talk to him very early in the morning. 'That is the best'

After Bulma had got discharged by her doctor, she ran back to her room, she had not slept the night before, but she needed to speak with her boyfriend as soon as possible. She went to her room and took a long shower; she better looked beautiful, so Yamcha could not get the impression that she did not care. For sure he would understand the situation, and they will figure out together the best way to go thru the situation. After arranging her hair straighten hair on a ponytail, And wearing a beautiful summer yellow dress that she knew her boyfriend like it. She headed out of her home, trying to avoid interactions with anybody, especially her house guest that had the talent to put her in the worst of moods.

Before arriving at her boy home, she stopped by their favorite breakfast joint and got carry out for the both of them. She knew that on Saturday mornings Yamcha was always too lazy to even move from his bed. Once she arrives, she searched thru her purse, had an emergency key from her boyfriend apartment that he gave many years back, but she never used. She wanted to surprise him, and maybe they could spend some time in bed together after talking about the situation.

She entered the apartment, and right away the high alcohol smell hit her nose. Well, she would not get mad for this, after his frustrated proposal he ha the right to blow some steam, she would no judge that. She opened the windows letting some fresh air and the sun inside, and after depositing the food on the kitchen counter, she walked quietly to his room.

Nothing could prepare her for the biggest shock of her life; she never expected hat she saw and not especially from Yamcha, Not the day after he proposed.

He was laying down in his bed totally naked and on top of him a beautiful brunette resting his naked body on his. They clothes were spread around the whole room, and he looked incredibly comfortable and peacefully. The girl on top of him was clearly way young to him, probably what can be considered just legal, but there was no doubt that she was an extremely attractive girl.

She did not know how to react; she was incredible calm. She left the room quietly and sat in the living room feeling numb. Her brain could just no proses the situation, her first boyfriend, her first love, the men that had shared the las 15 years of her life with her. Yamcha, the guy for whose she had traveled across the universe to revive him. The guy she had intensely mourned, the only one she had never trusted, the only one she had ever loved. And there he was, peacefully sleeping with another woman, just a few hours after he had proposed.

A dry sound put her out of her mind, she turned to lock up, the young brunette girl was in front of her, she was covering her body with the blankets, and here eyes were wide and full of surprise.

-Yamcha!- The young girl screamed, apparently surprised by Bulma's presence.

The still naked men ran out of the room highly flustered and ready to fight whatever he need to.

Bulma could just see how the blood drains from his face.

-Bulma- His voice was just a whisper, but Bulma caught the fear on it.

-Yamcha, you know this woman?- The brunette was visibly uncomfortable; it was evident to Bulma that the young girl had not the idea that she was the other woman.

-Hell, he knows me. I've been his girlfriend the last 15 years, until about 15 minutes ago- She was starting to feel the anger building inside, but she refused to lose it, she was not going to be further humiliated.

-Is she telling the true?- The young girl looked at him with eyes full of tears.

Yamcha did not even acknowledge her; he was just looking at an emotionless Bulma.

The blue haired beauty decided to ignore Yamcha and his coward attitude.

-It sounds like we both have been played here- she spoke feeling sorry for the young girl -He even proposed to me few hour ago-

The brunette just stared at the astonished Yamcha but got nothing from him, not even a look. She left the living room and went back to the room

-You are a bastard-

-Do not pretend to care now Bulma; you left everything clear yesterday- Finally, Yamcha had faced her, just to blame her.

-What did I leave it clear? Do you think I just to pass out? For your information I spend all night in a medical suit, it looks like I am not in good shape-

He was not expecting it. In his mind, she had just put a show to avoid him, a show that Vegeta was part of. 'I am so stupid, what was I event thinking?' In his mind he did not believe that Bulma had happened to passed out at the exact moment he proposed, and the action of the Saiyan had let things clear for him, or so he thought.

-Bulma, listen, I am so sorry, I just thought…

-Apparently, you did not think- She interrupted him

She was so calm, so cold, so unlike here. He wanted her to scream, to fight, but she was so collected.

-B, just listen to me out, we can get thru this-

-There is no we anymore- she turned and picked off her staff. -I guess this is all for us-

- No B, please, we can work this out-

She ignored him, and keep walking thru the door. He was still talking, but she did not care, she just left.

Once in the elevator, the brunet girl, with eyes full of tear caught with her.

-I am so sorry; I did not know- She bowed to Bulma. Obviously, the poor girl was full of shame.

-You have nothing to apologize for-

The girl looked at here with surprised eyes.

-How long, were you with him?- Bulma felt it was her right to know.

- four month- she just started crying.

Bulma was kind enough to calm the girl, and ensure her that she was not at fault, even dropped her home.

Once at her place, she rushed into her room, and fell to her bed, giving up. The tears started to run down her face, she was feeling betrayed and totally heart broken. She had to recognize that her feeling for Yamcha had changed on the reset months, but she never doubted that she loved him, not ever thought about breaking out with him, not even cheating. Even if she had fantasies about certain Saiyan, she did not even for a moment thought about acting on them.

The pain just started building on her body, and she realizes that she was not sad, she was mad, she felt hurt, wounded. She screamed her lungs out and punched her bed hard, with all her aim. Bulma did not even notice, but she fell to sleep in the middle of her rage explosion.

..

Vegeta was avoiding to cross path with any person in the household. It was the third day in a row that he was having trouble facing those humans. And the worse of all, it was his fault. Again. It is hard to focus on his training with all the drama, and the dreams, and the thoughts, and his body acting up against him. He was hungry, sleepy and tired. He needed to get out of there.

He knew the woman was back at home, after expending the night in the hospital. No, that he cared, but the blonde female had the need to inform him that her daughter was anemic or something like that. It is despicable how weak and vulnerable this human are. A few hours ago her ki was the highest he ever felt it; surely she was having another fight were the weakling, that seemed to be the reason why her ki always fire up. Vegeta growled. He could no control the heated he felt towards that male, but if she was still mad, that meant that she and the weakling had not reconciled. That sole fact gave him an unsettling feeling of happiness. It seemed that more them fight, more vegeta like it.

She was calmed now, and he could feel exactly where she was. He would have preferred to talk with the old man, but Bulma was more efficient even tough he hates to admit it.

This time he knocked the door before entering her room, he did not need more distracting visuals.

When he opened the door, she was slowly seating in her bed with her hand covering her face.

-Woman, this is not time to be asleep, its almost noon-

She looked around, apparently disoriented, and with a terrible pain hammering on her head.

-mmm, really? – that was her answers, she was feeling groggy and confuse.

The prince was about to say something else when suddenly he noticed that Bulma's eyes were bloodshot, her face was pale, and in general, she just looked decomposed.

-Woman are you sick again?- This time his voice was softer, even if it still contained the same rudeness as always. 'I must look like crap' she imagined based on his soft tone of voice.

-Yeah, I just need few minutes to compose myself, why don't you wait for me downstairs and you can make your request or claim once I get there?-

-ujum- was his answer, just turning around. 'Something is up with this woman; something is not right.'

She did the best she could to cover her puffy eyes and clear her face; she was not in the mood to explain to her parents what was going on. She made it downstairs, and her mom was already serving endless plates of food to the Saiyan.

-Oh sweetie, come and sit at the table- She just did as her mom ordered.

Bulma was not hungry, but she knew that she had to it. He mom just kept humbling and went around the kitchen.

-Mom seat, you must eat too.-

-Oh no darling, I am packing you father's lunch, we are going to eat together at the office today.-

-ok- Bulma replied slowly chewing her food.

-I;m leaving kinds, have fun without me- Bunny kissed Bulma's head and padded Vegeta's shoulder in her way back, making the Saiyan stop his food for a moment. That woman just creeps the hell out of him.

-So what do you want?- Bulma asked dryly, not even looking at the Saiyan.

-I need a ship-

-Well, you can use the same you used when you were looking for Goku-

-That is not adequate for my training; I need a stronger one that can last longer out of this mudball-

-Well, that will take me some time- she replied trying to calculate how long.

-I need it now-

She finally looked at him, is that was he was craving for? Her defiant look?

-Well bad for you- she just violently took a piece of meat from the plate and put it into her mouth.

-I said I need it know the woman- he could not control the anger she made him feel. He raised her voice and pointed the knife at her.

-Are you going to stab me now or what?- She was visibly getting mad. She did not look sick or pale anymore; she looked alive.

-Ja woman, I Would not ruin my dinner for such an inferior insect like you-

She stood from the table, making a high nose.

-Well, sir, you can go and find a way to put your royal ass into space by yourself- She threw her napkin at his face and turned around. She was not in the mood for more fight and drama. For the first time in her life, she wanted quiet, and around the Saiyan that was impossible.

Before she could even exit the living room an strong had graved her and made her turn around. Vegeta threw her against the wall making her gasp of pain and blocked her way with his arms.

-What the fuck Vegeta?- She was surprised and agitated, despite all their fight and insults, he ha never had a fiscal reaction to them.

-I am tired of your disrespect if you wish so hard to die, today is your lucky day- His hands squeezed hard in her delicate arms. She let a little painful moan out, and he could not deny how much he enjoyed to overpower her, at least fiscally. Her eyes were fixed on him, resting him, waiting for him to fulfill his promise.

-Fuck you- Her voice was still firm, for some reason she knew that the Saiyan was not going to kill her. She would not show fear to him; she was not about to be humiliated twice in the same day.

His right hand freed her arm and involved her neck without putting pressure. But she was not scared, at least not enough to beg for her life. He wanted to be mad, be he couldn't, he was amused by the lack of fear the weak female was showing to him. He wanted to laugh, the situation was so ridiculous, she should be on a tears by now, but she just looked at him like if he were a child throwing a tantrum.

For a moment he got distracted for how soft, and warm, her long delicate neck felt under his hand. He did not even have the willingness to hurt her neck as he did with her arms.

-Well? I do not have the whole day, are you going to kill me or not?- Bulma wanted to sound mad, but despite the pain in he now bruised arms, she was very much enjoying the awkward situation she was in 'Maybe I have become a masochist.' His deep black eyes were fixated in her face, and for the first time, she could feel the touch of his rough hands, that were bigger and warmer than she imagined, she liked him touching her, especially in a threatening way.

He let her other arm go, and with his free hand, he punched the wall next to her face, making the woman jump in the reduce space between them. Bricks and dust jumped everywhere. His rage was back, but it was not towards her, it was toward himself, he was unable to kill the female. He, the prince of all Saiyans, who had to conquer and killed planets in seconds, had become weak, unable to even kill a little insect as she was.

He took few seconds to notice, but while punching the wall he had decrease the distance between them both, and now his face was over her shoulder. He could feel her fast breathing, and her rapid heat beat. Was she finally scare?, he wanted her to be scared, he needs it. But what was the point of that if he could not even kill her?.

-Fuck you woman- his voice was small and defeated even if she did not know the last.

She was so distracted by his display of strength, and his warm hand on her neck that She did not think before moving her face to his ear and replaying in a very soft whisper.

-I prefer you to fuck me-

End of chapter.