Bulma stood before her ex, his hands covered his nose as blood seeped through his fingers and landed on the floor before him. Bulma frowned at his show of weakness as tears gathered at the side of his eyes.

"What is this? Are you crying?" Yamcha wiped at his tears in anger and frowned at the woman in front of him. "If you are going to be weak then I shall kill you where you stand and wipe you out of the gene pool." Yamcha straightened his shoulders. "If you spar with me then I will not kill you, but if you do not fight at your full potential I might just kill you for the hell of it." Yamcha nodded as he watched her crouch into a fighting position. He followed suit and they both powered up, their auras clawing at each other.

Vegeta really wanted to know what Bulma was doing with her ex. He knew that she hated the man, he was sure of it, but one never knew when a woman wanted their lovers again. He walked closer to the other training room's door and pressed his ear against it's cold surface. He wanted to hear another one of the human's cries of pain. He knew the only other way of him seeing the torture would be for him to actually walk into the training room and he knew for a fact that Bulma would not like that so he did not dare enter. No, he was not afraid of her, but he did not want to be on the receiving end of her anger after watching his own father cringe at her cold tone earlier.
(In the Training Room...)

Yamcha lay on the floor as Bulma looked down at him disdainfully. His blood pooled below him as she walked over to his limp form.

"You weren't that much of a challenge," she stated in obvious disgust. "I was hoping for more, but seeing as you are only a human I guess that this was the best you could do." She walked over to the wall and pushed a button followed by anther series of buttons her lips began to move, his hearing blocked he could not hear a word she said. Soon the conversation ended and with one last look at him she exited the room. As she exited she say Vegeta standing by it, his face full of confusion and admiration. Vegeta watched as she walked off and with one glance back inside the large training room he had to stifle a chuckle. Yamcha glared at him from his position on the floor.

"Well, it seems that Bulma has bested you." Although Yamcha wanted to curse the male Sayian in front of him, he held his tongue. Bulma maybe stronger than him, but Vegeta was stronger than her and less compassionate than her as well. Vegeta was about to say something else, but then a young humanoid looking creature ran into the room, her eyes overflowing with tears.

"Yamcha!" she cried as she ran to his side. "I will take you to the MED room where you will be healed." She helped him to his feet and then helped him past the prince as she walked him toward the medical room. Vegeta smirked as he headed back to his training room. Yamcha winced as with each step he could feel the anger from his ex shoot through his broken body. He was afraid that his last flirtation had gone too far. Sure, he had plenty of female fan. He was a baseball star and a handsome one at that, but they had only been fans and Bulma had seen his eyes shift to each one. Those girls had been gorgeous, but he had never slept with any of them, except for one and he had been drunk that night.

Flash Back

He had just gotten back from a game, a victorious game at that. The boys had taken him to he bar, all celebrating their win against one of their bitter rivals. He had called her and had let her know that he would be late, but that he would be by later that night after all the festivities. He had some tequila shots and had drank about three beers when one of his many fans had approached him. She had flirted with him and he had flirted back.

"Yo-ou're really hot," he slurred out. "You a-are way hotter than my girl-lfriend." The girl had blushed and then before he could say anything had laid a wet kiss upon his open lips. They had made out for a few moments before she invited him to her house for a night cap. In his condition he had accepted. As he walked in the other girl's house he had taken a fall onto her couch which was what had gotten him in trouble. He had sat on the face of his phone, which had called Bulma's cell. She had picked up the phone only to listen in dis gust to the sex that came through the ear piece.

"Ohhhh, Yamcha!" a female voice cried. Bulma glared at the phone, almost melting it with her gaze, but at the voice of her boyfriend she crushed the phone. This was the end of their relationship.

End of Flash back

Bulma glared at the man in front of her. He had just told her of his familiarity with her and though she was glad to see him as she was angry of his separation with her.

"So, you are telling me that our race is sent to destroy other races?" The man nodded. "Tell me other things of my race."

Good? Bad? Please tell me...