Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters or the songs Things Will Never Be The Same by Roxette and Safe In My Heart by Foreigner
Blueflower1594: Haha, he has no hope against a Saiyan and no, he won't take it well.
Animefreak653: Yeah, I know, but hey, I've learned from experience that even the best of friends can say the most hurtful things during break ups. Things are said out of spite, but may not be the way that person acts on a day to day base. It's happened to me before, so I guess I was using my experience, despite how different it was, to write that. But thanks for pointing that out. I may not like Yamcha's character much, but he's not going to be evil…just jealous.
TFSrules: lol. Glad you liked it.
Starchilds: Yeah, he is dangerous. Vegeta was worried, but more because he thought he was losing her again.
Smilingpanda: XD That's so mean! But I totally understand. I do that all the time when I read other's fics. I can't help but laugh. I'm always thinking 'Serves you right!'
Bulma singing
Yamcha singing
Conrad singing
Yamcha made a quick trip to the florist and bought whatever they were still selling before closing time. They pretty much only had yellow carnations still out, so he bought as many as possible. Though they meant friendship, hopefully Bulma would see the meaning behind his gesture.
It was pretty late, so he knew that Bulma would still be up and Vegeta would be training. Bulma's parents and Trunks would be in bed, and Bulma and Yamcha would be alone. It would be perfect.
Yamcha took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He waited a little while and when the door opened, he was more than disappointed.
"Oh, hi Weakling," Trunks greeted innocently. Part of him still believed that was his name.
Yamcha was highly irritated by his comment, but let it slide. "Is your mother home?" he grumbled.
Trunks smiled. "Yup!" Trunks ran flew inside at an incredibly fast speed. Yamcha would never get over how strong the five year old was.
"Mama, the weakling is here to see you," Trunks said cheerfully.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at the boy and put her hands on her hips. "What did we say about that, Trunks? That's not his name."
"But-"
"I don't care what your father says to call him," Bulma interrupted her son's excuse. "His name is Yamcha."
"Yamcha?" Trunks asked. "Oh, yeah. I forgot."
Bulma sighed and then patted her son on the head. "Go upstairs. I'll be up to read you a story in a minute, okay?"
"Yay!" Trunks exclaimed before he sped upstairs nearly knocking Bulma over.
"I will never get used to that," Bulma chuckled.
"B?" Yamcha called over to her seriously.
"Hey, Yamcha. What brings you here?" she asked.
"Bulma, I want to talk to you about something," Yamcha told her.
Bulma could tell that this was serious, so she decided to sit down. If it was something big, then she didn't want to risk falling over.
"Okay, what is it?" Yamcha took in a large breath and handed Bulma the flowers. "Yamcha?"
"Bulma," he started, "I know it's been a while since we dated, but I really wanted to try again. I know I made mistakes, but can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
Bulma's mouth dropped open. She didn't know how to respond to that. "Yamcha," she finally breathed out.
Yamcha frowned at hearing the rejection in her voice. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Please…"
Bulma put her hand to her forehead and sighed.
Lay it down, pull my heart to the ground
Time's getting cold, now the leaves all turn hard and blue
And I know, when I gaze to the sun
No place to hide I got nowhere to run from you
Away from you
Bulma didn't want to have this conversation again. She was sure she had ended it a long time ago. Why would he think it was okay to come into her home with her son and, well, she didn't know what Vegeta was yet, was okay? She just wanted to get this over with and get away from him.
Hold me now, girl, I don't know when,
When we will ever meet again
Yamcha was confident in his abilities to get Bulma back. He reminisced about everything he went through after the breakup and how sorry he was for the things he said. Bulma tried to get away from him and he desperately grabbed her arm.
That was then, baby this is now
I try to get over you
Yamcha explained to her that he changed and that he was better for her now than he was.
"Please, just give me another chance, Bulma," he pleaded.
Bulma shook her head. "I can't do that, Yamcha. It wouldn't be fair to either of us. I love someone else. We can't be together. I…I think you should go now."
Yamcha reluctantly agreed to leave. He gave Bulma one last look and walked out. He watched Bulma close the door behind him.
Losing you...things will never be the same
Can you hear me call your name?
If we changed it back again
Things would never be...
Little did he know, Bulma was still thinking about the run-in. She felt guilty for hurting Yamcha again, but she couldn't get over the pain he caused her. They were toxic together and were much better apart, just being friends. Besides, she was in love with Vegeta and he loved her even though he couldn't say it.
Thinking about her relationship with Vegeta made her think about what happened with Yamcha way back when.
In your hand, babe, I don't understand
You've got the eyes of a child but you hurt like a man, always do
Always do
Yamcha had always hurt her and when he had called her a traitor…she knew he still felt that way. Even though he tried to convince her he didn't, she could see it on his face. This was for the best.
"Mama?" Bulma turned and saw Trunks standing in the doorway in his pajamas. She smiled over to him.
"I'm coming, baby," she cooed. "Let's go." The two of them went upstairs hand in hand. Yes, Bulma knew she made the right choice.
Touch me now, girl I don't know when,
When we will ever meet again
That was then, baby this is now
Time won't get over you
Losing you... things will never be the same
Can you hear me call your name?
If we changed it back again
Things would never be the same
Yamcha was walking home, still mourning the loss of his relationship with Bulma. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much. After all, the relationship had ended about six years prior.
Whatever, it doesn't matter, he thought to himself. He had to accept the defeat even though he wanted to be with her. In the scheme of things, he just wanted her to be happy. I was too late.
Bulma left Trunks' room and quietly closed the door. When she turned away, she crashed right into Vegeta's form and he put his arms around her while smirking.
"Well, I expected you to be training all night," Bulma said quietly.
"Didn't I say I wanted to go to the bar with you?" Vegeta breathed in her ear.
Bulma blushed. "I didn't know you meant so soon, but I'd love it if you came with me tonight. You should probably put a shirt and some slacks on, though."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, but moved away from Bulma and went into his room to get changed. He came out in a black shirt and black jeans with a grey jacket.
"Better?" he mumbled.
Bulma giggled, nodded, and kissed his nose. "Let's go. I don't want to be late."
Conrad ordered his drink and was ready to greet Bulma; however, when she came in, she had another man with her that Conrad had never seen with her before. He clutched his drink hard when the man rubbed her shoulder before sitting down at a table near the stage. He broke the glass when Bulma gave the man a kiss on the cheek.
Conrad moved backstage when Bulma disappeared behind the curtain.
Bulma went into the dressing room and got into the violet, sleeveless dress that had been left for her. She quickly took her hair down before Conrad entered the room. Bulma saw him through the mirror and turned to face him.
"Hello, Conrad," she greeted with a smile.
"Who was the man you came with?" Conrad asked in a voice that sounded demanding.
"Oh, that is Vegeta. He's my little boy's father," she answered happily. "He just wanted to come with me tonight."
Conrad smirked, but Bulma mistook it for a smile. "Well, isn't that sweet of him?"
"Yes, well, it's usually hard to get him out of the house, so I'm happy he decided to come with me."
Bulma turned back to the mirror and started applying her makeup. Conrad moved closer to her and put his hands on her hips. Bulma tensed when she felt him.
"Conrad, what are you doing?" Bulma asked, hiding the panic in her voice.
"Sh, my angel," he whispered in her ear. "Let's just get out of here."
Bulma grew even more nervous. "Sir, I'm about to go on," she pointed out, hoping he would stop his advances. She was wrong.
In this world, life can be hard on a sensitive girl
Who do you turn to, when you really need someone
Don't give in, hold on, and in time
The day will come, and you will know
That your life has only just begun
And you will feel love, you'll feel the earth meet the heavens above
Leave the past behind, now is the time
Put your trust in me, and believe, when I tell you
I want you, close to me
And from now until the end of time
Conrad whispered the lyrics into Bulma's ear and she felt herself relaxing in his grip. What's wrong with me? Bulma asked herself. She couldn't move out of his grip no matter how much she just wanted to go run to Vegeta right now.
You'll be safe, in my heart, so safe, you know you are
In this space, in this heart
There will always be a place for you
Safe in my heart
Bulma didn't know why she started to believe him. Her rational mind was telling her that he was anything but safe. Then she noticed the cuts on his hand and started panicking again. She managed to push away from him and tried to run for the door, but Conrad grabbed her and pinned her up against the wall. Now she was looking Conrad in the eye and could see how crazed her boss really looked. He smirked at her and continued to sing kind words. They were hypnotizing.
From now on, girl I'll be there, I'll be strong for you
When you need me, I'll be right here by your side
Put your trust in me and believe when I tell you
I need you, close to me
From now, 'till the end of time, I want you to know
You are safe, in my heart, so safe, you know you are
In this space, in this heart
There's no room, for anyone but you
I would cry for you, even die for you
So just listen and remember, there will always be a place
For you
Safe in my heart
Bulma's mind was in a haze and she couldn't pull herself out of it. She had finally stopped struggling and was borderline unconscious. Conrad grinned at her and pushed her hair out of her face and gently kissed her temple.
"Come, my angel," he whispered. "We have much work to do." Conrad picked her up and left the bar with her thinking that no one would follow him. It was his turn to be wrong.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I hope this chapter made up for it. Thanks for being so supportive. It means a lot to me :3