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An Italian Wedding: Part 2!

Bulma watched Alessa through narrowed eyes. Beside her, June noticed the dirty looks the two of them were exchanging and shook her head. "B, calm down," she whispered into her friend's ear.

"She's such a whore. Look at her," Bulma whispered back heatedly. "She's all over him every time he goes back to the table."

"You're jealous."

"Eighteen!"

The blond haired woman laughed and leaned back in her chair. "What? You are, Bulma. I don't see what the problem is here. If you like Vegeta, then maybe you should go for it. He likes you. Hell, I'm starting to think he might even be in love with you."

Bulma glared at her friend out of the corner of her eye. "That's not funny."

"I wasn't saying it to be funny. I mean it." June watched as Bulma sighed in frustration and grabbed her purse. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm looking for my cellphone. Got a problem with that?"

"Depends on who you're calling?"

The blue haired woman stood up, taking her purse with her. "That's none of your business. I'll be right back."

"You just called him an hour ago," June called out after her. "Stubborn little wench."

Across the room, Vegeta glanced up and spotted Bulma walking toward the main doors of the ballroom. Ignoring all conversation around him, he watched as Mara stopped her and spoke with her briefly. He stood up, finally deciding that he would try talking to her again.

"Excuse me," he mumbled to the group he was sitting with.

Alessa turned to him. "Vegeta, where are you going?"

"Far away from you," he shot back harshly, leaving his table in silence behind him. The room was packed with guests. Just as he weaved around a small group of his father's business associates, he spotted her. She was talking to a guy with spiked up bleach-blond hair and bright green eyes. The blood in his veins heated up instantly, and he stormed over to them.

"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, startling the couple

Bulma's eyes widened. "Vegeta!"

The guy standing beside her backed up a step. "Geta, what's going on?" He inquired shakily.

"I asked you what the hell you think you're doing," Vegeta growled at him.

"I was just talking to Bulma here. What does it matter to you?"

Vegeta moved closer to Bulma. "Well, the conversation is over, Brolly."

Bulma gulped. This was Vegeta's cousin? His old best friend that had slept with Alessa? She couldn't believe it. He'd just come up to her and started talking to her before she could sneak out the door. They hadn't even gotten around to his name before Vegeta showed up.

Brolly suddenly seemed to find his backbone once again. "I think that's up to Bulma, not you."

Bulma nodded. "Brolly's right," she told Vegeta, noticing his expression turning darker. She glanced back to Brolly, who was now sporting a huge grin. "I'm quite done here. I have a phone call to make. Excuse me." She walked away from them both.

(Change scene)

Yamcha laughed as he collapsed onto the couch. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun. He turned to the coffee table and picked up his soda. "You got pelted with a snowball in the face," he said. "That had to have hurt."

Next to him, a young woman with blond hair and brown eyes just grinned. "I got my payback when you slid halfway down the mountain on your ass," she told him, trying not laugh as the image replayed itself in her mind.

He smiled genuinely while running a hand through his tousled black hair. "I'm still finding it hard to believe you pushed me like that." Suddenly, his cellphone rang, and he frowned. "Wonder who that is," he whispered more to himself than to his companion. He glanced at the caller ID. 'Fuck!' He grabbed his phone and turned it off quickly.

"Why'd you turn it off?"

"Oh, um," he trailed off, trying to think of a good excuse. "My parents have been ragging on me a lot lately. That's why I came on this trip. I just needed to get away from them for a bit," he lied, feeling guilty immediately.

"I completely understand. Mine are the same way."

Yamcha stood up, looking around the room with a preoccupied expression on his face. "Yeah. Say, Mel. You want to go get something to eat. I'm starving." He was desperate to get out of the room ASAP!

"Sure, Yamcha. Let's go."

(Change scene)

Bulma glared at her cellphone and squeezed it so hard, praying it might just break to appease her terrible mood. She'd called him three times today, and he hadn't answered once! What the hell was going on? She needed to talk to him desperately. That was the whole point of having a boyfriend!

"What are you doing?"

"Leave me alone, Vegeta. I'm in a really bad mood right now," she shot back, hugging her arms around her body to keep warm. It was freezing out.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You came outside, and forgot to bring a jacket," he murmured. "Why am I not surprised?" He pulled his jacket off and handed it to her. "Put it on."

The blue haired girl glared at him but took the coat nonetheless. "What do you want?"

"Why'd you really come to Italy?"

"I told you," she started angrily. "To give you back the ring. It's too much."

"Liar."

Bulma turned on him with a furious expression on her face. "What'd you call me?"

He glared back at her, leaning forward so their noses were almost touching. "I called you a liar. Do you need me to spell it out for you?"

"Why you son of a bitch!"

"Cut the shit, Bulma, and tell me why you really came here. Because if you just wanted to give me back the ring, you could have waited until we were back at school."

Bulma turned her gaze away from his intense black eyes and focused on the ground. "I don't know why," she admitted slowly. "I was so overwhelmed when I opened your present, and all logical thought just flew right out the window when Mara sent me the plane ticket."

"I knew she had something to do with this," he muttered.

"I'm positive that her intentions were honorable. Everyone has this funny notion that we're compatible with one another, and I've already admitted that I like you, Vegeta." She looked back up into his eyes, trying to decipher what was going through his mind. "But I truly love Yamcha. The only thing he's done wrong is not pay me the attention I deserve, and he's been doing better."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "If you believe that, then you're an idiot as well as a liar." He didn't even allow her to fight back. "Why didn't he answer your calls? When was the last time you talked to him?"

Bulma stepped back and shook her head. "Please stop being such an ass," she begged, on the verge of tears. "I don't like you like this."

"Wrong again. You just don't want to admit that your relationship isn't what it should be," he told her. He watched her burst into tears and struggled to keep his own emotions in check. Seeing her like this felt like being punched in the face! He moved forward, without thinking, and pulled her into his arms.

Bulma immediately wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into the crock of his shoulder. Her crying instantly calmed, and she sighed raggedly. She knew he was right. Her relationship was going nowhere with Yamcha, but it still didn't change the fact that she loved him. Up until a few months ago, Yamcha had been her best friend and confidant. She wasn't sure how that had managed to change so quickly.

Vegeta leaned back against the wall he'd been standing by, still holding Bulma against him. "He really doesn't appreciate you," he whispered against her ear.

Bulma raised her head and looked into his eyes. They just stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Vegeta actually felt a little nervous as he realized he was holding his breath. Had he ever felt like that before? He couldn't recall, and he certainly wasn't going to make the mistake of making the first move. It had to be up to her.

Slowly, Bulma leaned up and let her lips brush softly against Vegeta's as she closed her eyes. The contact was brief. Vegeta suddenly leaned back, grabbing her by the elbows gently and holding her at arms length.

"You're still technically with him," he told her. "I'm not going to let you do this." He released her reluctantly and stepped away, trying to ignore that pain swirling in her brilliant blue eyes. "I'll see you back at school."

Bulma watched him turn away toward the parking lot where he hopped into a black BMW and sped off into the city. She kept staring until she couldn't see his taillights anymore, and then the horrible truth of what she'd almost done sunk in. She'd kissed him! And she'd wanted to do more than that! She'd been unfaithful to Yamcha. Glancing down at the cellphone in her hand, she quickly dialed his number for the fourth time today.

(Change scene, Philadelphia, January 14th)

Launch kicked off her high heels by the door and followed Marron into the living room. "I can't believe you're going to be married in a month!"

Marron sighed. "I know. God, there's so much to do, and I'm so tired."

"Tien said you guys found a house." Launch decided she should change the subject slightly.

"Yeah, but I think it's a little too big for us. There's five bedrooms in it," Marron told her best friend. "It's just the two of us. We don't need all that room, and I know I'm not going to be able to keep it all clean the way I like. They've been killing me at work. I haven't gotten home before six o'clock in over three weeks."

Launch plopped down on the couch and leaned into the comfy cushions. "Ever think about talking to Krillin about it?"

"He's just so excited," Marron replied sadly. "I thought I'd wait until after the wedding to bring it up. It's not like we're even going to be able to make a bid on the place until then anyway."

"You shouldn't wait," Launch scolded her. "Krillin's got to be the most understanding guy in the world, Mar. Just talk to him now and get it over with."

"You're right, of course. I'll talk to him."

"Good girl!"

(Change scene, New York)

Jayson rolled over in bed and wrapped his arm around Kara. "Morning," he whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. "Wake up, beautiful. We've got classes to attend."

His girlfriend groaned and curled into his arms. "Ten more minutes?"

"We'll be late. You know how long it takes me to get pretty," he joked.

Kara chuckled into his shoulder and gave him a quick peck. "You're right, and I want some hot water!" She jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Jayson grinned as he sat up and stretched his arms over his head. Thankfully, they lived close to the campus. It had snowed last night, and he'd hate to have to drive the icy roads! He looked over at the clock. It was going for ten. A devious smirk graced his handsome face as he reached for his cellphone. He hit his the number one and waited patiently for it to dial and ring through. After four rings, his sister finally answered her phone.

"Hello?"

He smiled. "Morning, sis. Did I wake you up?"

"It's six in the morning here, what do you think?" She responded angrily.

"I thought I'd give you a wake up call. You're classes start back up today, too," he reminded her.

"Yeah, but my first class isn't until noon," she whined. "And I didn't get to sleep until 3 AM!" She paused, and he could hear something muffled in the background. "Bulma says you suck, and she wishes you would die."

Jayson nodded. "Understandable. Tell her I'll work on that."

"I'm sure she'll be ecstatic. Have a wonderful time in class. I'll call you later, at more decent hour," June told him.

"Fine, bum!"

"Yeah, yeah."

(Change scene)

June turned her cellphone off and tossed it onto the floor. "Stupid brother!" She turned her head into her pillow and closed her eyes. She needed to get back to sleep if she was going to function later. Across the room, Bulma was staring up at the ceiling. Yamcha hadn't called her once since he left for the trip, and she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. She knew he was okay. She'd called his parent's house and talked to his mother. She'd said he was fine. He'd called them when he got there.

'He called his parents, but he forgot to call me,' she thought angrily. What was going on! She tossed her covers aside and got out of bed. She tried to remember what all Yamcha's mother had said, but her mind was so frazzled between what happened in Italy with Vegeta and coming back to school. She tiptoed over to the doorway, grabbing her cellphone off her desk on her way.

"You're pathetic," June mumbled from under her blankets.

Bulma glared at her friend before slipping out into the hall. So what if she was being pathetic? She couldn't help it. She was a little worried. Pacing back and forth in front of the elevator, she dialed Yamcha's dorm number, but never hit the send button. Would Vegeta pick up? Most likely, she thought. Yamcha was too heavy of a sleeper. Plus, Vegeta would probably not want to talk to her. She hadn't seen him since he drove away the night of the wedding. Mara had told her that he wasn't answering his phone either. Suddenly, an idea popped into Bulma's head, and she smirked triumphantly. It was worth a shot!

(Change scene)

Vegeta grumbled as he stormed across his room toward the door. Whoever was on the other side was going to catch hell. It was seven in the morning! He angrily flipped the lock and yanked the door open. He was shocked and quickly nervous when he noticed Bulma on the other side.

"How'd you get past the R.A.?" He demanded, not able to think of anything else to say.

She craned her neck to look past him into the darkened room. "I need to talk to Yamcha," she whispered.

"It's a little late for whispering," he growled. "I'm surprised you didn't wake up the R.D."

Bulma jumped when she heard a noise down the hall. "Will you just let me in before I get caught?"

"No. Go back to your dorm." He attempted to close the door in her face, but she threw herself at the door.

"Wait! Please," she begged.

Vegeta glanced down at her impassively. "Fine, but try to keep it down when you get in here," he warned her strangely.

"Whatever, Vegeta," she hissed, pushing past him. She flicked on the lights and immediately gasped aloud, covering her hand with her mouth as tears sprang to her eyes. "Oh my god," she spoke slowly.

Yamcha's side of the room was completely bare. His bed stripped, dresser drawers open and empty. The only thing that remained was an envelope sitting on the plastic covered mattress. Bulma stumbled over to it and sank heavily onto the bed. It was addressed to her, and it was in Yamcha's sloppy handwriting. Trembling, she tore it open and let the tears cascade down her cheeks as she read.

Vegeta stood back, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. Unknowingly, muscle tightened in his jaw at the sight of her tears. Yamcha was a bastard and a coward. How could a man be so stupid to pass her off like this? The sound of frantic ripping tore him from his thoughts, and he glanced up to see Bulma tearing the letter into as many pieces as she could possibly make and throwing them all over the room.

"Bulma," he coaxed, moving toward her.

"How could he," she cried. The blue haired girl stood up threading her fingers into her hair and yanking at her beautiful curls. "I fucking loved him, Vegeta, and he cheated on me."

Her eyes were red now, and there were tears streaming down her face. Her only companion just stood helplessly before her as she dropped to the floor and let out a strangled cry. Bulma gasped for air while trying calm herself down, but every time she thought she'd gained control, she saw his face and remembered everything he'd said that he'd done in his letter. He'd cheated on her three times since they came to California. He'd ignored her, and treated her like shit. Bulma covered her face with her hands and rocked forward on her knees biting back a scream.

He'd met some girl on his ski trip. Mel Something-or-other from Texas—where he'd decided to transfer to so they could be together. What had she done that was so wrong to make him run off to another woman? She didn't know. So she asked.

"Oh, god. What'd I do, Vegeta?"

Black eyes narrowed, and Vegeta leaned down and grabbed hold of her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Don't even think of blaming this on yourself. It's that fucking pricks fault. You were faithful to him, and you gave him chance after chance," he told her.

"But there has to be something wrong with me," she told him. "I wasn't pretty enough or smart enough for him, or…"

"Shut up!"

Bulma closed her eyes, trying desperately not to cry any harder than she already was. "There were times I wanted to be with you so bad. He must've known somehow," she continued on brokenly.

Vegeta shook his head and pulled her forward into his arms. She immediately buried her face into his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him tightly. And they just sat there on the floor between Yamcha's old bed and Vegeta's until Bulma cried herself unconscious.

(Change scene)

Chichi picked up the picture frame and hurled it at the wall, satisfied when the glass smashed into a thousand pieces on the kitchen floor. Goku came running into the room looking panicked.

"What's going on?" He asked worriedly.

"Fucking Yamcha," his wife hissed.

Goku calmed down slightly and walked over to her. He noticed the phone sitting, face up, on the counter. It was still on. He picked it up. "Hello?"

"I'm still here."

"Vegeta? Is Bulma okay?"

"No. She needs to come home for a while," the younger man told him.

"I'm sure we can scrounge up some money for a plane ticket."

"I've got it covered. You just need to send someone to pick her up from the airport," Vegeta replied quickly.

"You've already done so much for her. You don't need to."

"It's too late for that. I'm pulling into LAX as we speak. She'll be at Avoca in six hours with Eighteen."

(Change scene)

June glanced over he shoulder into the back of Vegeta's car. "I can't believe how much she's slept," she whispered.

Vegeta pulled into an empty parking spot and put the car in park. "You've got to wake her up," he responded. He turned off his car and opened the door.

"Are you sure you don't want to go with us? I'm sure Chichi won't mind one more in the house."

"Are you kidding? My father would rip me a new one if he found out I took time off of college for something like this."

"Does he really need to know?"

Vegeta frowned. "He'd find out."

"Come on, Vegeta. I don't know if I can handle her by myself," Eighteen confessed reluctantly. "I'm no expert on relationships."

"And I'm a fucking guru?" Vegeta argued.

"Please, 'Geta?"

The dark haired young man just glared back for several seconds before letting out a heavy sigh. June smiled slightly. "Good. Let's get on the plane."

(End Chapter)

Okay! I was too lazy to proof read. I'll try correcting later if I get time! Sorry for the major lateness of this update.

Of course, I want to thank everyone that reviewed the last chapter and apologize profusely for being so negligent. It's no excuse you care to hear, but I've been super busy with work and personal issues.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it seems a bit rushed, but it was kind of a touchy issue to write.

Obviously, next time! They'll go back to Pennsylvania and try to get Bulma back to her old self again. The next chapter will most probably be the last in this part of the story, and then we'll move on to the second part, which will incorporate all the other characters that everyone's been wondering why I've been writing about them. So, until next time!

PANDORA ;-)