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It's been three days since that incident. Bulma was sick with a cold, and her legs were still healing from the wreck she experienced. She wore short denim shorts since pants were uncomfortable over her bruised legs. She had only seen Vegeta a few times since that night where he left coldly. Her parents seem to have gone off on a trip suddenly, so now she was more alone than ever. The skies were cloudy once again, and it seemed the weather was going to continue throughout the week. She was relaxing in her living room reading over a science magazine when the doorbell rang. It was strange to hear the noise since her parents were out, and Vegeta never knocked. Nobody else had bothered visiting her, so this unexpected guest startled her.

"Yamcha?" she said as she saw him standing on the door with a smile on his face.

"Hey Bulma!" he said cheerful as ever.

He stepped inside passing by her, not noticing her injuries. She stood there by the door, still looking at him like he was sort of alien being. Yamcha made himself comfortable in the outside patio they used to hang out by. What the hell is he thinking?

"Yamcha?" she said as if seeking the reason to why his sudden presence.

"Oh hey babe! Just thought I'd drop by, and say hi to the woman I adore," he answered.

"Thought? Nice, took you long enough," she said and sat across from him.

She stared at him, wandering into his face. He was handsome of course, but something about him was missing. She no longer felt attracted to him, he was just another cute guy. It's true she at one point had loved him with all her heart, and found him perfect in every way. Yet despite that fact, their love crumbled into lies and deceit. Yamcha stared back at her with his dark eyes.

" Something wrong? I couldn't visit..because I was busy, sorry," he apologized.

"Same old excuse huh Yamcha," she said without giving away she was incredibly pissed off in the inside. He had some real nerve to prance in here as if nothing had happened between the two. As if he was the happy prince doing a good deed by visiting his dear princess. Things were not a mile close to that reality. It's a fairytale she doesn't want to believe in. Fairytales are lies, and she's been living for far too long.

"Of course not, and you know that," he said acknowledging her serious tone of voice. Her face wasn't brightened with happiness, and her eyes didn't shimmer at the sight of his presence. Now they seemed cold, and almost normal. She had changed, and he didn't know why.

"Yamcha, don't think me a fool," she sternly replied.

"Woah babe, what's up? Are you okay? What's wrong?" he said as he stood up, and walked over to her in an attempted hug.

"No Yamcha," she coldly said and moved away from him.

"What's wrong with you?" he said looking at her.

She stood up, and walked by the fence that stood between her, and the grass that layed across. She gripped the cold rails of the steel fence. It was amazing how Yamcha thought her so stupid, ignoring the fact she held one of the most brilliant minds -if not the most- in this world. It was true, she was a sucker for love, it blinded her actually. No genius can escape that reality. What irritated her, was the fact that after every lie, she returned to him. Was it weakness, or love? Whichever it was, now it was just one clear thing, weakness. Such thing didn't appear in her vocabulary anymore, and Yamcha was surely out of the dictionary.

" Nothing is wrong with me Yamcha," she said," The very opposite actually. I finally realized that well.. I don't infact need you."

Yamcha's eyes widened, was this really Bulma speaking? "B-Bulma. What are you talking about?" he said almost giving out a chuckle. He walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder," You need me hun."

That was the crack that shattered the boulder Yamcha.

"Need you?" she repeated. She turned towards him," Ou contraire me chérie, it's not like that anymore." A wicked grin spread across her face as took his hand off her shoulder.

"Quit acting silly Bulma," Yamcha said ingnoring her self renovation," How 'bout a movie tonight. Just you and me huh?"

"How about now, and getting the hell out of here," she snapped.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting this way all of a sudden!?"

Bulma was about to curse the hell out of him, when suddenly she sneezed. "Ugh crap.." she muttered and pushed him out of the way.

Like a puppy he followed her back into the building. "Are you okay?" he asked not knowing if he was going to get a yell or a 'no I'm fine hunny'.

"If you must know I'm sick, but I don't expect you to," she said and poured warm tea into her cup.

"Bulma, I don't understand why you're being such... well..uh, mean, to me," he ignorantly said," Why are you sick?"

She took a sip then spoke," I crashed, almost four days ago."

"Are you alright? Were you hurt?" he asked walked towards her.

She extended her hand, telling him to stop. He noticed the bandages on her legs, he looked up at her with wide eyes," Woah..must have been pretty bad.."

"Yes, but I managed to survive, thanks to.." she trailed off, not knowing if she should mention her unlikely hero, but nevertheless, Vegeta deserved to be recognized," Vegeta," she finished.

"Vegeta? Sure 'bout that? Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought," he continued with his mockery.

Bulma wanted to beat the crap out of her supposal boyfriend at this very point, yet she managed once again to maintain her temper. "Yamcha..I'm going to make this very clear," she said as she guided him to the door," You and I, we're not going to be joined by an and anymore. And incase your stupid brain doesn't get the fact straight."

She slapped him outside," You and I are OVER!!!!!" she screamed from her lungs.

"What!?" he said but his only answer was the shut of the door in his face.

A/N: Sorry Yamcha-Fans, but he had to act like an ignorant fool here, but then again, you wouldn' t be reading a B/V fanfic now would you?!

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