The Bet

Chapter Two: The Perfect Girl?

Bulma sat there waiting, at the kitchen table. He was late, again. She looked at the clock, before flipping another page of her magazine.

'An hour late,' she thought. She was getting tired of Yamcha's antics. She had put up with them for years, and every time he would screw up, she would convince herself that he would change. That he would finally take some responsibility for his actions. But, that was never the case, yet in still she can back to him.

'Things never change.' Bulma thought. They had been dating (off and on) since they were teenagers and it seemed like nothing has change since then. They were still fighting about the same old things. However, she honestly thought she had no choice but to put up with his behavior. For what reason, she had no clue.

Her thoughts were then interrupted by the sudden sound of the doorbell. She got up and sighed, 'I wonder what the bastard's excuse is, now?' she asked herself as she opened the door and there was Yamcha holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Sorry, baby!" he said trying to give Bulma a kiss. However, Bulma stepped back from him, leaving him in mid-air.

"Don't sorry me, baby. Where the fuck were you? I have been waiting here for an hour? And don't give that lame excuse that your car broke down. Or that you had to visit your grandmother." Yamcha had told Bulma all of them, every excuse in the book. Some of them being so ridiculous, she really question whether Yamcha thought she had an ounce of intelligence.

"Well, my car really did break down, this time. I swear it." Yamcha said trying to sound sincere, but Bulma could tell it was bullshit. It always was.

"Agrrh! I'm so tired of you, Yamcha!" Bulma said, putting her fingers to her temples. She could feel a migraine coming on.

"I'm sorry! Bulma, what else do you want me to do?" Yamcha said, throwing up his arms in defense.

"A whole lot, fucking more!" Bulma yelled at him.

"Sorry, I haven't been there lately, but I promise things will change." He said, edging near her. She couldn't resist him. It was almost like he had a spell on her, forever trapping her in his world.

"Promises, promises that is all you make." She said crossing her arms.

"I know…and from this day forward I swear to keep them." He said wrapping his arms around her. She wished she could believe him, she really did. But it just wasn't in his nature. He is a good guy with a good heart, no lie. It was just … he wasn't dependable or trustworthy.

"Yeah…," She said wrapping her arms tighter around his. Bulma knew then that couldn't keep up this act for much longer. She wanted more, much more. She deserved it.

"So, where is that saiyan princess that I love so much?" He said in a sarcastic voice.

Bulma shrugged, "I don't know…I haven't seen him, in a while. He keeps to himself more and has been going out."

"Going out? Are you serious? He is actually taking this bet seriously." Yamcha said, laughing.

"Just because he going out doesn't mean he is dating anyone..." Bulma said to Yamcha, though it was more for her. She couldn't imagine him going out with a girl. It was absurd. He didn't have any communication skills. He practically hates all humans. So, she knew or at least she thought she knew. She had this bet, in the bag.

"It sounds like to me the guy may have a girlfriend, as hard as it is to believe."

"Yeah, whatever… he does not have one. He can't. He doesn't know how to be in a relationship, let alone carry on a conversation with a girl for more than second."

"Whatever you say, but I wouldn't mind him having a girlfriend. May be he will move out from here and you will finally be rid of that parasite." Yamcha said. He always had dislike for Vegeta, even more so now that Bulma had let Vegeta stay at her house. He was a known killer, and yet she let him in to her home with open arms. Yamcha was still trying to understand this.

"I guess..." Bulma said, but the thought of Vegeta leaving almost made her feel sad. In a way, she thought it was cool that he was here. Though, she hated it, at times. He began to grow on her, like fungus, but in a good way.

That's when she heard the doorbell ring. She looked at Yamcha then back at the door. She wasn't expecting any more visitors except for him.

"It's probably one of those damn solicitors," Bulma groaned as she opened the door, to be greeted by a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"Hi…"

"Look, I don't want anything you are selling, so just leave now and I won't have to call the dogs out on you." Bulma said, closing the door.

The woman though stopped the door before it slammed shut.

"I'm not selling anything…. Umm…my name is Elle and I'm here to see Vegeta. Vegeta does live here, right?"

"You're here to see Vegeta?"

"Yes, he does live here, am I correct?"

"Yes, but…" She couldn't believe her eyes. 'Did Vegeta actually pull off getting girl, and a beautiful one, at that? Something had to be wrong with her,' Bulma thought.

"Bulma…who is it?" Yamcha said before looking at the woman at the door. "Wow!" Yamcha accidentally said out loud. Bulma turned her head gave Yamcha an evil glare before nudging him in the stomach.

"Come in…come in, where are my manners." Bulma said inviting the woman in, reluctantly though. For some reason, she already had a dislike for this woman standing in front of her. Everything about her seemed, too perfect, from her hair to her beautiful brown eyes, to the red Prada shoes she was wearing.

"Umm…do you want me to take off my shoes? I wouldn't want to ruin your nice rug."

"Sure, if you want?" She was too nice, almost to the point where it was disgusting.

Elle pulled off her shoes and placed them by the door, before tucking a blond lock of hair behind her head. "Umm…Is Vegeta here right now?"

"I don't know, I could check….," Bulma said as she was about to make her way upstairs to see if he was there. "Yamcha, are you coming?" She didn't want her man to be down there with little Miss. Perfect.

"You don't really need me to go find him, do you?" he said, not taking his eyes off Elle. He couldn't help, but look at her. She was beautiful. He wanted to know how the hell Vegeta was able to pull of getting a girl like this… and if she had a sister.

"Yes!" Bulma said, in aggravated voice. Bulma could feel the vein across her temple pulsate.

"Fine…Do you want to look for him with us, as well?" Yamcha offered to Elle as Bulma stood there in shock. He hadn't really just offered her to look for Vegeta with them.

"Umm…If it wouldn't be a bother, to anyone?" She said, looking directly at Bulma.

"No…it wouldn't" Bulma said, trying to put the best fake smile on that she could, when the door opened and there walked in Vegeta.

"Thank…god!" Bulma said.

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