Ok – so chapter threeeeeeeeeee – thanks to everyone who bothers to read my interpretation of what happened : )

I am so happy right now because I just got a new laptop for FREE! So I have been playing on it all afternoon, and thought id upload this now.

The whole of this chapter is basically kinda – er – well I'm trying to put some reasons / doubts in bulma's head about yamcha – trying to begin to break them up.

So hope you read and enjoy! I promise that next time i'll put in more conversation between the two – by the 'two' I mean Bulma and Vegeta but i guess you knew that huh?– but as I say this chapter had to be done! :P - enjoy!

Disclaimer; I do not own dragon ball Z, or its characters...sobs

Vegeta threw another energy blast at the bot before landing on the floor of the GR chamber.

The gravity level was set at 450. He had been training at this level for nearly a week, but it was not getting any easier. Pushing himself off the ground with all the force he could muster, he attacked the two nearest bots to him, before attacking another two coming up behind him.

How dare you reach the legendary status before me! You, nothing but a third rate citizen, and me a prince. Of royal blood and lineage. His fist clenched. Damn you Kakarrot.

Screaming, he let out a series of attacks, putting all his strength into it. He stopped to catch his breath, hands outward reaching, frozen in his stance.

He needed to reach the super saiyan level; he needed to prove himself worthy, if only to get rid of those stupid nightmares. So often now did he dream of those who had already surpassed him. Kakarrot with his smug smile, and that boy. That damn boy – how could he turn super saiyan? He couldn't understand it. He and Kakarrot were the only saiyans left, even if he didn't approve of him, and if you counted his half-breed brat, then that was three. That boy had appeared out of the blue, in that space ship, defeated frieza and had turned super saiyan without any effort at all.

The bots attacked Vegeta from both sides, fighting off his defences. Why does it have to be this way? I am the prince of all saiyans, above all others. So why do they have the ability to surpass me? He let another scream escape him as he powered up, making it echo around the GR.

His feet touched the ground; he was struggling against the intense pressure in the room. He could feel every muscle in his body struggling to keep himself standing.

Why is it this hard? Vegeta couldn't help but wonder if it had been this much a struggle for Kakarrot and that boy. They seemed to do it so effortlessly. A deep scowl buried itself on his forehead. He needed to concentrate, train every minute of every day,...no matter what that woman said to him.

As Bulma entered his mind, a subconscious smile grew across his face. That woman was the only one of the idiot human species that he could just about stand. His constant arguing with her allowed him to forget about the upcoming threats. It was somewhat a release for him. Vegeta liked to tease her, just because it was so easy; she seemed always ready to attack him, or retaliate. Although neither of them would admit it, they were very much alike.

He remembered that one morning. He had gone to the kitchen to empty out the fridge; he'd always get a good reaction from Bulma in the morning when she would wake up to find that there was nothing left. He had not expected her to be awake; she didn't usually rise until the morning had gone. She was wearing a disgusting robe, pink and flowery, and her hair was tied up messily into a bun. It had been so easy to just stare at her. Until she caught his eye.

Vegeta seemed to forget momentarily where he was, and what he was doing, as he began to remember the clear aqua blue colour of eyes. They were beautiful; Vegeta allowed himself to think this. There had been so much innocence in them, something which he envied her for.

Vegeta stared down at the floor and sighed heavily, shaking his head. He needed to get these disgusting thoughts out of his head. All he needed to thinking about was training; defeating the androids and Kakarrot. He smirked. I'm going to reach the super saiyan level, and defeat the androids by myself. His smirk grew. Then Kakarrot...and then you will see what a real saiyan is made of.

With this he launched an aggressive attack on the bots, blocking out all thoughts of the blue haired woman.

Bulma dropped the wrench she had been using to fix the newest addition to the capsule corps growing catalogue of machines. She had finally found some time to work on something else other than that stupid GR for that stupid saiyan.

She took a step back and admired her work, her hands resting on her hips. It was perfect; just what the client had wanted. She couldn't help the large smile that crept across her face; 'beauty and brains', she thought to herself.

Taking off the work gloves and overcoat, Bulma walked out of the lab, into the main house.

Three days had passed since her date with Yamcha. It had gone how she'd expected it to. He had taken her to a restaurant they had been to numerous times, where she knew everyone on a first name basis. They sat on their regular places; a corner table at the back of the restaurant. Nobody could see them, but they could see everyone. In the early days of their relationship, they would sit there and laugh at the customers, guessing what each person was saying to the other. The new couple had had so much fun in those times of peace. But that was long ago; things that changed since then.

As the years had gone on, the spontaneity in their relationship faded, and gave way to the monotony Bulma was now familiar with. Each date they went on now seemed to be the same; the food, the conversation, even her outfits were getting repetitive much to her horror.

As she walked round the house, she noticed there was an eerie silence. Yamcha was outside training, and her parents were nowhere to be seen. Vegeta was in his usual place, the gravity room. Well at least he's not bothering me.



Bulma crashed onto the sofa, determined to make the most of the silence while it lasted. She rested her head on the cushions, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes followed the patterns up above her, making shapes and faces. The same crystal blue eyes had scanned Yamcha's face three nights before, tracing each one of his scars whilst he chatted on about his baseball practice and training.

This was the boy she loved, had loved for such a long time. He was all she had known. She started to wonder...she loved him that was for sure, but was she really in love with him? Was he really enough for her?

She had stared at him with such intensity that night, not that he noticed; too busy talking. Bulma had learnt to block out his ongoing chatter; it enabled her to concentrate on other things.

They had been a couple for so long. Bulma had often wondered what the future had in store for them, and why it was taking so long for it to happen. She had met Yamcha at age 16, when she was just a naive little girl. At that time she was searching for the dragon balls, her main purpose was to wish for a perfect boyfriend. Then Yamcha had come along. He was all she wanted, fulfilled all her needs... at that time. Now it was different. She no longer felt the excitement she once did. She had blamed it all on the pressure of all the recent struggles they had been through, but now she wondered if she wanted to be in this relationship.

She sighed heavily, and shut her eyes. Did he want to be with me? She couldn't help but think this. Yamcha hadn't exactly been the most committed in their relationship; he was at his happiest when things were just plodding along. Bulma wanted more than just this, she wanted assurance and dedication – but more than anything, she wanted him to want her more than anything else. It had been there in the past, especially in the early years. He had shown her that he wanted her. However, as the years had gone by his interest seemed to be lacking, or rather, it had been going elsewhere. There had been times when she had caught him with other women, but she had always taken him back. She hadn't always been sure why.

Rubbing her forehead with her two fingers, she came to the decision that she would have to have a talk with Yamcha about their relationship, whether he liked it or not. She needed something more from him. She wasn't exactly sure what that was yet, but she was willing to give him the chance to show her what was missing. After all, Goku had gotten married to Chi Chi, when he barely knew what marriage meant, mistaking it for something he could eat. How could Goku show commitment and more love to someone he had only met once before, when Yamcha couldn't even tell her that he loved her.

There was something missing between them. She could see it in his eyes; there was no lust or excitement in his eyes when he looked at her. Not anymore.

Bulma suddenly found herself thinking about the encounter she had with Vegeta those three days before. His eyes had dragged her into a long stare. They were such a dark colour, and seemed to penetrate her right to the very core. She had felt like he could see straight through her. Though there was something else she had seen in his eyes; a certain vulnerability. It seemed strange that a man who tried so hard not to care about anything, or anyone, could show how exposed he was. He has such beautiful eyes.



Bulma's own eyes snapped open. She shook her head; she needed to stop thinking about him. Every now and then he would pop into head and she would think about nothing else for at least an hour.

She sighed heavily and grabbed one of the magazines lying on the table. As she flicked through mindlessly, her mother walked in with a tray full of cakes and tea.

'Here Bulma, have one of these'

'No thanks mum, you can have them. I don't feel like eating just right now.'

'If you're sure'. Bunny put a cake on a plate for her daughter anyway, pushing it towards her, knowing that she would eventually admit defeat. 'You feel low about all your friends spending all their time training, instead of with you?'

Bulma looked at her mother. Simpleton she may be, but she had a gift of knowing what others felt and the reasons behind it. She decided she wouldn't let her mother know that this was the truth though; it made her sound so vain. So instead she gave another problem that had been playing on her mind, as the reason for her being so low.

'I just feel so useless. Everyone else is training and I can't do anything to help. It is just so frustrating!' Bulma clenched her fist. Other than fixing the Gravity room for Vegeta, she had not done much for the upcoming battle. There was nothing she could really do.

Mr Briefs stepped into the room. 'That Vegeta is mad I tell you.'

'What's he done now?' Bulma tried to make her voice sound as annoyed as possible, to hide the real concern she had for the saiyan prince.

'He wants me to build him some more improvements on the GR. wants me to increase the gravity to 500 x normal. I tell you he's lost his mind.'

'Sounds like him alright', rolling her eyes, but she couldn't help a sly smile.

'I think his dedication is admirable', Bunny piped up. 'In my day he would be considered good husband material.' Both Bulma and her dad stared at Bunny, as she realised what she had just said.

'What am I saying? I'm a married woman?' The shock on her mother's face, made Bulma burst into laughter. It was good to have these family times during the peaceful period before the battle with the androids begin; the calm before the storm.

Taking the plate with the cake her mother had placed on the side for her, she sat back and let her head sink once again into the cushions. No sooner had she had taken a bite, a loud explosion came from the Capsule Corp gardens. Bulma didn't need to ask what had happened, she knew what, or rather, who had caused such a loud bang.

Without a moment's thought she rushed to her feet and ran outside towards the GR. What she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Vegeta had blown the GR to bits before, but never had completely destroyed it. A lump surfaced in her throat. Bulma stood and stared at the large pile of rubble that was once where the GR stood. She couldn't see him.



She ran over to the rubble, soon becoming aware that Yamcha was running alongside her to the ruin. Where is he?

She leapt onto the wreckage, moving bits of broken machinery, urgently searching for a sign of life; just a sign that he was ok. She jumped back when a hand came straight through the debris. This was closely followed by Vegeta, bruised and cut.

Bulma sighed with relief. 'How dare you! You know you could have blown up my house!'

Vegeta gave a quick smirk before falling down. Bulma gasped, taking Vegeta in her arms.

'Leave me alone woman, I have to get back to my training!' He tried to bat her away, but failed to move his arm barley an inch. The blast had taken so much of his strength.

'Vegeta! You can't keep going on like this! You have to rest at some point you know! How do you expect to get any stronger if you just destroy all your strength?'

'I am fine woman. It is none of your concern. Now I must get back to training.'

With this he attempted to stand up, but came crashing back down. With this Bulma once again picked his head up and placed it on her lap. She placed one hand on his back, the other rested on his chest. 'Vegeta you need to rest. Then, once you've recovered your strength you can get back to training.' She gave him a watery smile.

Vegeta considered the notion of rest. In normal circumstances he would consider this a ridiculous idea, but he was so tired. He had been training for non- stop for about a month now. His body had become scared with all the cuts he had gained from his training. His muscles ached. Yes, maybe it was a good thought to rest for a while, just so he could gain his full power back.

He stared at the woman. Why did she care what happened to him? No one else seemed to.

Bulma had taken his silence as meaning that he had conceded to the idea. She began to prod and examine his body to see what exactly he had done to himself, ignoring any complaints she got from her patient, although she did take more care after each time he had grimaced with agony.

All the while, standing a little further away, Yamcha watched the pair in silent thought.

It's longer than the other chapters. I included the GR explosion, I couldn't break Yamcha and Bulma up before that happened cos I think they are still together at that point in the anime.

Anywho, I know it's a bit lengthy, and not a lot of dialogue, but I think it begins to show that Bulma was getting bored with Yamcha – and also the whole thing about her and his commitment – I remember that future trunks said to Goku that that was the reason they broke up – (in the American version anyway – does anyone know where I can watch the Japanese version with eng subs?)

Please R&R – would be very much appreciated : D

Till next time, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii xxx