Bulma tightened a screw on the partially finished gravity room, but that wasn't what she was focused on.

She was thinking about Vegeta.

Why did he kiss her? Vegeta didn't love her, he didn't even like her, he'd made THAT perfectly clear. So why….?

Bulma could still feel the warmth of his lips, surprisingly soft for such a rough person.

Kissing Yamcha had never made her feel this way, nor had his kissing ever entranced her the way Vegeta did.

She then realized she had stopped working because she had gotten too lost in her thoughts.

She cursed, angry that Vegeta had managed to distract her like this.

"That stupid, only slightly attractive jerk!" She muttered, continuing to tighten the screw.

Vegeta blasted away a row of trees, more frustrated than he had ever been in his life.

That damn grease monkey couldn't be his mate! There was no way that could be possible!

But…..now that he thought about it, he started showing the signs his father told him about around the time he first met her.

The moment he saw her on Namek, he began to feel something; disgust, yes, from her fear, but also something else, something he couldn't understand. Because he couldn't understand it, he disregarded it, telling himself it had to do with the dragon balls.

But when they had all been wished to Earth, he saw the woman again and it grew stronger. He finally decided it had to do with the woman, but he told himself it was hate.

Yet no matter what he told himself, he was never 100% sure he hated her.

Every time that doubt came, he reminded himself that she was an annoying bitch with stupid blue hair, even though he secretly loved her hair.

But the more he was around her, the more the feelings grew until he realized something: he wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know her fears and secrets, and he wanted to tell her a few of his.

And then there was today; he had had no control of what he did, all his body seemed to know at the time was that he wanted her.

As much as he hated to admit it, he knew now that she was his mate.

But how was he supposed to face her? He wasn't scared of her bitching, but her reaction. Would she hate him now? Be disgusted?

Vegeta fell to his knees and let out a frustrated sigh.

For the first time in his life, Vegeta felt like he couldn't move.

Bulma put the last of her tools in the tool box and snapped it shut. She gave a triumphant look at the almost done gravity room before shutting the lab door and locking it.

She walked back into the house and climbed the stairs to her room. She had just finished changing into her pjs (A.N: imagine the pjs Rukia from Bleach wears) when she heard a knock at the door.

Yawning, she went back downstairs and opened the door.

"Bulma!"

A pair of strong arms pulled her into a tight hug. She blinked in recognition; she knew that voice. She pulled away from the man and looked straight into his eyes. "Yamcha?"

He smiled happily. "Hey Bulma."

"What are you doing here?"

His smile faded. "Bulma, please give me another chance! I love you, honestly, I do! I swear, I'll never-!"

"Yamcha." Bulma interrupted. "I didn't break up with you because of what you did. I broke up with you because I love someone else. Please, can't we just be friends?"

Yamcha frowned, clearly not pleased, but nodded.

She smiled. "Thanks Yamcha."

Without a word, he turned around and walked away, looking slightly dejected.

Bulma closed the door and turned around, coming face-to-face with Vegeta. She blushed, remembering the kiss.

"Woman." He said firmly. "Can I work with you on the gravity room tomorrow?"

Bulma blinked. "Why?"

"Don't misunderstand woman. I just want to make sure you don't get lazy."

She rolled her eyes. Same old Vegeta, alright. "Sure. Why not?"

He didn't say anything; he just stared into her eyes. Then he was gone.

Bulma stared at the spot he had stood on, but it soon turned into a glare. "Damn that monkey." She muttered, cursing Vegeta's ability to distract her.

She had completely forgotten to ask about the kiss.

Yamcha set his drink down gingerly on the wood table, completely ignoring the flirtious girls; he was only thinking about one girl right now.

What was with Bulma? He was strong, handsome, and loving. What more does she want?

He was positive about one thing, though: Bulma thought she was in love with Vegeta.

Of course, she wasn't REALLY in love with Vegeta. Who could love a heartless bastard like that? No, Vegeta had just stunned her with his looks and superior power, he was sure of it.

But Yamcha wasn't going to let Vegeta take his girl. He took another sip of his drink, a smile playing on his lips.

He had a plan.

And so a darker side of Yamcha is revealed. But what could his plan be? Oh yes, the next chapter will be interesting. Now, without further ado:

Bulma woke up next to something warm.

Eyes still closed, she snuggled closer to the warm object.

What was this thing, anyway? And was it…moving?

Bulma opened her eyes and barely managed to subdue a scream of shock.

Oh my, what could be going on? You shall find out next chapter! Now, time to answer reviews:

FireStorm1991- Oh my god, is there a "We don't like Yamucha" club? Because if there is, it just gained another member! :D Also, I would be grateful if you updated a story called Hide your voice. I would be VERY grateful, if you know what I mean. ;)

devilrun- Yay! I feel so loved! ;D As for the story….. yeah, I've heard of Bleach. I'm reading it, too. But I'm only on vol. 5, so I don't know who Grimmjow is. But I could do a pairing with the people I've seen so far.

KraZiiePyrozHavemoreFun- Happy to grant your wish! Yes, as strange as it sounds, they are mates.

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