Chapter 5!! Ok so before I say anything else I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me and not sue me that would be GREAT!

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Anywho ...happi readin...

Disclaimer; I don't own these characters...I just use them as puppets...

(Does anyone else hate the American voice over guy who does this bit -) last time on dragon ball z;

He began to move towards her, his mouth destined for hers.

She began to feel his hot breath on her lips. Her heart skipped a beat.

Just as she was about to surrender her lips to his, there was a loud slam of a door.

"BULMA!"

Bulma froze in shock. Her eyes snapped open, met by Vegeta's two black orbs. Damn her – why did she have to come home now? She saw that he too was irritated by Bunny's appearance, though whether that was because she was disrupting their intimate moment, or if it was just her presence that annoyed him. She knew how much he hated her mother; god knows she wasn't too keen on her right now either.

Reluctantly she pulled away from Vegeta's arms before she and him got caught in their compromising position. After a moment of hesitation he let go of her waist. Bulma looked into his eyes sorrowfully, noticing the obvious regret in his face before he tried to regain the 'I am high and mighty' look on his face. As she heard her mother's footsteps quickly coming towards the door, Bulma mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Vegeta, who just grunted in reply.

By the time Bunny had entered the kitchen, both Vegeta and Bulma were on opposite sides of the room; Bulma searching the fridge for something to eat and Vegeta leaning against the far wall. 'Normality' had been re-established.

Bunny gave a wide smile as she entered. "HI! Did you miss me?"

Bulma turned to answer, only to see that the question was not directed to her, but to Vegeta. She had to stifle a laugh due to the look on his face, especially when he seemed to look at her with such a frown, urging her to take her mother's attention away from him.

"Mum!" Bunny turned to see her daughter waving at her.

"O there you are Bulma; I've been looking for you..."

Bulma raised an eyebrow, "yes, I can see that..."

Bunny giggled. "Well I couldn't just ignore poor Vegeta now could I? Who could ignore such a handsome man?" This was followed by another giggle. Who could indeed? Bulma thought, catching Vegeta's eyes as she admired his body. He simply scoffed in response. She quickly changed the subject.

"Looks like you've had a busy day" she said as she pointed to her mother's collection of bags she had in her grasp.

Bunny nodded. "Yup lots of bargains from the sales. O and you must try on this..."

Bulma phased out her mother's voice as she went on and on about her shopping. She didn't have the time to listen to her mother's inane prattle. She had far more important things, or rather far more important people to be thinking of.

She sighed heavily. She seems to have a gift for telling when I am trying to have a private moment. Always just seems to be there. And now she's just standing there talking about her shopping – honestly who cares!! Her eyes slipped back to the man leaning on the wall, who was doing his best to ignore Bunny. And to think he and I almost kissed – and would have done if it wasn't for my stupid stupid mother. I wanted him to kiss me so badly, and god he smelt good. I can just tell he's a good kisser, but I wanted to find that out for myself, not just speculate! She stood up straight with the next revelation; does that mean he likes me?! I mean it has to mean that doesn't it? He didn't pull away – he was quite happy for me to kiss him up until SHE came in. Soooooooo - the arrogant prince train-a-lot wants me! Well who wouldn't, I have intelligence and beauty and grace, no wonder he wants me, I mean after all I am irresistible. She couldn't help but giggle after her 'new found' confidence in herself.

"...but I couldn't carry this all in by myself, so I was so glad when I met Yamcha in the square, and he offered to help me carry all this stuff back, what a nice young man he is!"

After this statement Bulma quickly came out of her daydream. "What do you mean? Yamcha's here? Now?!"

"yup " her mother replied cheerfully. "He's just helping your father out with stuff from the car – look you can see them from the window."

Bulma's eyes widened. See them through the window – she hoped that Yamcha had not taken a specific moment to look in to see his girlfriend in the embrace of another man. Bulma what are you doing? You have a boyfriend already – Yamcha!! How could you forget about him! Your boyfriend of TEN YEARS! You love him, you want him – but then all of a sudden this arrogant ass comes within an inch of you and you can't help yourself – pathetic!

As if on cue, Yamcha strutted in, carrying a ton of shopping causing a light sweat to form across his brow.

"Wow Mrs B. You do go all out when you shop. I feel like my arms are about to drop off."

He noticed Bulma at the side, and was painfully aware that her house guest was also present in the room with them. If he thinks he can muster in on MY girl then he has another thing coming. Just because he's an alien prince doesn't give him the right to just take her away from me. The way that Bulma had looked after Vegeta was still playing on his mind. Why the hell does she care so much about this guy?

Yamcha walked over to his girlfriend, trying to act as cool as he could.

"Hey babe! Wow you look great today!" Bulma managed a watery smile, not really wanting to be dragged into a conversation with him, not while a certain saiyan was in the room anyway. Before she could resist, Yamcha had pulled her into a firm embrace.

He held her closely to him; there was no way she could have escaped out of his arms. Bulma looked over at Vegeta, seeing his face with the grimmest of expressions set upon it, his muscles tense at the sight of someone touching her. Someone who wasn't him.

She didn't want Yamcha to be holding her like this in front of Vegeta, but she also knew that forcing him off her would make her feel guilty – he was her boyfriend after all.

Yamcha felt her whole body stiffen at his touch, her arms just settled by her waist, not returning the embrace. She had never done that before.

Eventually, Bulma grew tired of the very uncomfortable situation, shifting in his arms, mentally pleading to him to let her go. Reluctantly, Yamcha complied, not wanting to end his demonstration to Vegeta; that this girl was his and his only.

He released her from the hug, but kept one of his hands by her waist, pulling her close at his side. He still had his point to prove.

Bulma was shocked at this blatant show of, well it was not love; it never was with Yamcha, more like possession. She winced as he grabbed her hip, noticing the cheesiest of smiles creeping up on his face. She rolled her eyes – still the same Yamcha.

"Well my my, look at those two, don't they look perfect for each other?" bunny said to no-one in particular. She let a high pitched giggle and clapped her hands together, resting them beside her head. "I can't wait until you two get married and have children – they are going to be so beautiful!"

Yamcha gulped, and gave a nervous laugh. He wanted to make a point that this woman was his, not propose marriage or even START thinking about children, although he did like the idea of the activities that would lead to having a baby. He grinned foolishly, and began to scratch the back of his head – how the hell was he going to get out of this one? Before he could think of what to say, he was knocked sideways by Bulma, pushing his arms away from her.

She was furious – furious at her mother for bringing up the idea, furious for that lump in Yamcha's throat that PROVED how uncommitted he was to her, furious that Vegeta had been in the room when her mother had motioned this ridiculous idea to the 'couple'. But most of all she was frustrated with herself, curiously wondering why, after all her dreams of wanting exactly what her mother said with Yamcha, she felt so disgusted at the very thought of it.

She crossed her arms and scowled at her so-called boyfriend.

"And what makes you think MOTHER DEAREST that I would want to marry a low- lie cheating scumbag like Yamcha?"

She was too wrapped up in her rage that she missed the smirk on Vegeta's face. He preferred her when she was angry, her fiery temper shown clearly through her eyes. And the fact that she was angry at scar-face was an extra plus. He was thinking of leaving to go and train, but now he thought he might stay and enjoy the show.

"Hey Bulma – baby? We've been through this so many times before – you know I only have eyes for you!"

"That's the problem Yamcha – we have had this conversation so many times before – can you not think WHY that is?"

Yamcha scratched his head; he was not the brightest of the bunch.

"Bulma dear, I think you are being too hard on the boy..."

"MOM! Would you just leave it alone! I think you have done QUITE ENOUGH this evening!"

Bunny looked on in confusion, not realising what her daughter was saying; only Vegeta knew.

Bulma let a huge sigh go. She hadn't meant to get this angry. She figured it must have something to do with the huge amount of guilt she felt. She was accusing Yamcha of sleeping around, cheating on her, when she had been on the verge of kissing another – and not just that – and alien who wanted to kill everyone on earth. Nice one Bulma.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...shout at you..." she sighed out bowing her head a little. She stroked her forehead with her fingers, feeling a headache coming along.

Yamcha looked on at Bulma, deciding on his next move. He walked up to her, cupped his hands round her face. "I forgive you" he said as he lifted her chin up. He saw the surprised look in her face, as she tried to say , shout, something at him, but before she knew it, his lips were on hers.

Yamcha closed his eyes, not wanting to see the resistance in hers.

There was nothing passionate about the kiss, and it was nothing but fear that made Bulma's heart skip faster. She didn't want this – not anymore. She started to feel panic as she felt his hand on her waist, pulling her once more into an embrace. No.

She bashed her arms against his chest, screaming through the kiss to be released. He grudgingly let her go. Yamcha looked around the room, they were alone. Ha! That showed him!

Bulma was seething.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

"What do you mean bab-"

"DON'T YOU DARE BABY ME YOU IDIOT! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST KISS ME WHENEVER YOU WANT!"

"I , er...I was just responding to..."

"Responding to what dumbass? – I was NOT apologising to YOU but my MOTHER!"

"Oh"

"Yes – GOD YAMCHA – you can just be ...such...a...BAKA!"

With this she slapped him round the face. Yamcha stumbled backwards, the pain flashing through his cheek.

"BABE! What you do that for?"

Bulma bit her lip, feeling her eyes well up with tears. She hadn't meant to slap him, but her instincts had just taken over. She felt so guilty, so confused, and yet... She knew what she had to do.

This time she couldn't hold back her tears. Running down her cheeks; silver streams glistening in the light. I have to do this, for his sake, ...for my sake..

She felt Yamcha's hands wrap around her waist. That Baka thinks he can just...just...But she didn't have the energy, didn't have the energy to pull away anymore. She knew she couldn't run away. Not this time.

Slowly pulling away from Yamcha she stared into his eyes. There was something missing from them. She knew that Yamcha would never look at her like...never make her feel...want ...like...

She scanned the room. They were alone. He saw Yamcha kissing me. This was the only coherent thought she had until Yamcha interrupted her.

"Babe- you need to stop crying – you are ruining your make-up"

She wiped away a tear. "Yeah" she scoffed. "cos that's you like isn't it? Just a pretty girl on your arm to make you feel invincible." She wiped away a tear, staring at the floor.

"did you ever care about me Yamcha?"

"what? Where's this coming from? Babe – "

"Yamcha" she took a deep breath. "Did you ever truly and deeply love me? " She stared once again into his eye. "Please – I need to know."

"Bulma, where is all this coming from?" He couldn't help the nagging feeling in his stomach. He glanced outside. "It's to do with him – isn't it?"

Bulma gasped, but shock soon subsided to anger. "HOW DARE YOU! You think that just because you like playing around with whores, that I would cheat on you!? And with Vegeta no less!" She heard and understood the hypocrisy in what she had just said, and couldn't help her heat beat faster just at the mention of his name.

"I've seen the way you look at him! flirt with him! Don't deny it Bulma – you want him. You don't want me – you never have done!"

She couldn't deny it, but she didn't want to admit it, not yet anyway.

"You are SUCH AN ASSHOLE! I have wanted NOTHING MORE than for you to show your true commitment to this relationship – but every time you run off with another slut!"

They both stared at each other – both knowing what was coming next. It was a well rehearsed scenario between them.

"I want you to leave Yamcha. Pack your bags, leave this house. I don't care where you go, just disappear. You and me...we're over. FOR GOOD!" Bulma turned her back on him, crossing her arms. She didn't want to look at him. All she heard was a scuffle of feet, he grumbled "fine". The door slammed, leaving Bulma to slump on the floor in tears.

YAY! – I mean – poor Yamcha – haha. You didn't think that Veggies and Bulma's first kiss would be that easy huh? I wasn't going to end the chapter there, but carry on. But what I had planned I think needs a little more explaining so it's going to have its own chapter

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Please R&R – I would love to know what you think / any ideas :)

I also have some other ideas for some other v/b fics – but when I am going to get down to writing those I have noooooooooooooooooo idea. Lol

Well...

Till next time xxxx