Bulma's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight shone from the window into her eyes.

She sat up and yawned, rubbing her eyes. Well, this was new.

She never got to sleep in, usually awakened at the crack of dawn by a loud "woman!" She'd lost a lot of sleep thanks to Vegeta.

Vegeta…

Bulma felt tears start to well up. She blinked, running them away, scowling at the wall.

No! She refused to waste anymore tears on him!

Putting on her bravest face, she forced herself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. After forcing down some toast, she went to the lab and worked more on the gravity room.

Vegeta had been gone for several days now, and working on the gravity room distracted her enough to stop thinking about him.

She examined one of the nails and realized it was loose. "Wrench." She said commandingly, holding out her hand. She didn't feel the cold metal touch her hand. She was about to ask what the hell was going on- until she remembered she was alone.

An image of Vegeta appeared in her head.

"Damn him." She hissed, feeling tears well up again.

She wiped them away with more force than necessary.

She swore she'd never cry for him again.

Vegeta breathed hard, his body aching and begging for a break.

Vegeta had been training for several days straight now, pushing his body to the limit. But he felt so close to Super Saiyan now he could almost taste it.

He stood up straight and closed his eyes, deep in concentration.

He targeted his body's Ki and began to expand it. It grew bigger and bigger until it was almost at the breaking point. Right when he was almost there, the Ki back fired, slamming him against the wall.

He reached into his pocket with shaking hands and pulled out a Sensu bean. He popped it into his mouth and swallowed. The instant it was down his throat, Vegeta felt a pure wave go through his body and the pain from the wounds instantly ceased.

He sat there for a moment, utterly confused.

What had he done wrong?

The Ki was almost there but right at the super Saiyan point it backfired. He knew he had the strength to achieve it, that wasn't the problem.

Did he need something else? Some sort of mental trigger?

Hours passed and yet Vegeta was no closer to the answer.

Bulma threw the wrench to the ground in frustration.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't focus on building the gravity room without that damn monkey invading her thoughts.

Swinging the door open with more force than necessary, she stormed out of the lab.

She went back to the house and practically fell into one of the chairs in the living room. She sighed. Why did love hate her so much? Suddenly, an annoying ring tone rang through the room, causing Bulma to jump. She realized it was her phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bulma!"

Bulma recognized the annoyingly cheerful voice; it was Yamcha. "Hey Yamcha."

"Listen, I know you've been depressed lately. Do you want to do something with me?"

Bulma instantly tensed up. "Yamcha, we broke up, remember?"

Yamcha's voice became panicked. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant just as friends!"

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

Bulma sighed. "Sure. Why not?"

Yamcha's voice became cheerful again. "Thanks Bulma! I'll be there in a minute!" He hung up.

Bulma looked at the phone and sighed again.

Vegeta focused on the screen, typing in the coordinates to Earth.

When he was done, he hit the enter button and the ship flew at top speed.

Vegeta was going back to that planet to ask Kakarot about becoming super Saiyan. Having invincible power was worth swallowing his pride, even for Kakarot.

That was the only reason he was going back. An image of the woman appeared in his head and he banished it.

He was not going back for her.

He told himself that over and over on the way to Earth and he still wasn't 100% convinced.

Bulma tried to block out the cheering crowd and drunk me, starting to wish she hadn't come.

Yamcha had offered to take her to a baseball game("It IS the best sport ever!") and Bulma accepted, even though she HATED baseball, hoping it would drive away any unwanted thoughts.

Well, it didn't help in the slightest, but Bulma appreciated Yamcha's attempt to cheer her up.

Time slowly ticked away and Bulma found herself growing more and more irritated with the crowd and the game. Finally, after what felt like several years, the game ended and Bulma was going home, Yamcha accompanying her.

She entered the house and Yamcha did the same. Yamcha sat at the table and Bulma walked into the kitchen, getting herself some water.

"So, what did you think of the game?"

Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she gave him a fake smile. "It was great."

Yamcha broke into an arrogant smile. "I told you! You said you hated it, but I knew you'd love it once you gave it a chance!"

Agree to disagree, she thought but gave him another fake smile.

"So what do you want?" She asked, gesturing to an empty cup.

Yamcha's smile became bittersweet. He stood up.

"You."

In one quick movement, he had Bulma pinned to the wall, his face inches from hers.

"What are you doing?" Whispered Bulma.

"Bulma, please listen. That monkey doesn't love you. Not like I do."

Bulma tried to wiggle free, but Yamcha's grip was too strong.

"Please, Bulma."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Bulma didn't know what to do. She wasn't strong enough to break free, but she felt like she was betraying Vegeta…

But didn't Vegeta betray her?

Maybe she could get back at Vegeta, at least a little. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. His eyes widened, clearly surprised.

He closed his eyes and kissed her with more enthusiasm. Bulma felt better already, revenge filling her with bittersweet joy.

She got her revenge.

And it's not like Vegeta was going to just barge in here….

The moment the ship crashed to the ground, Vegeta was outside, relived to be back on solid ground.

What to do first? He finally settled on flying to the woman's house; he was pretty hungry, what with the ship having no food.

He leapt forward and flew in the direction of her house. As he drew closer, he sensed something strange: the weakling's Ki as well as the woman's, both rising.

Vegeta's eyes widened. No, she couldn't be! He had only been gone for a few days!

He flew as fast as he could and landed lightly on the lawn. He dashed toward the house and kicked the door down- only to see the weakling and the woman kissing.

The moment they noticed his presence, they pulled apart, scared and embarrassed.

Then it hit him.

He was angry- no, he was FURIOUS!

He felt his Ki grow. He yelled in anger and he felt power rush thru him. His eyes lost their charcoal color and became the color of the woman's hair. His hair and eyebrows became golden.

The woman and the weakling looked terrified, not that he could blame them; he radiated power.

He looked at the woman with a look of pure rage and pain. He couldn't believe she would betray him like this!

But there was nothing to say to her.

Quick as a flash, he was out of the house and flying away, feeling angry and betrayed.

Bulma watched him fly away, a horrible feeling of regret coursing thru her.

She grabbed her phone and began dialing Goku's number. Other than herself, Goku was the only one who could talk to Vegeta.

Before she could finish, the phone disappeared from her hands. She looked around until she saw the phone- in Yamcha's hands.

"Yamcha, give me the phone." Bulma hissed.

"No." Yamcha said roughly.

"Give me the phone!"

"No!" Yamcha yelled. "Listen, isn't this for the better? You could never be with a heartless bastard like him, anyway! He'd only hurt you in the end! And you're not even the same race! You should be with someone of your kind, someone like me!"

Bulma sighed. "Listen to me, Yamcha." Bulma said calmly. "I like you. You'll always be my friend. But we could never be together. Now, please….. just go."

Yamcha was quiet for a moment. Then he placed the phone on the counter and left, shooting her a look of regret.

The moment he was gone, Bulma lost it; she fell to her knees and began to sob loudly.

Yamcha set his drink down gingerly on the table, thinking about Bulma.

He had been so confident about his plan. Granted, it wasn't well thought out; all the plan was was showing Bulma how much he loved her and hoping she'd come to her senses.

But…maybe he was wrong. He thought Bulma was just infatuated with Vegeta, but maybe she did truly love him.

And Vegeta…..the way he acted when he saw Bulma kissing Yamcha, he was furious.

He thought Vegeta was just playing with Bulma but….maybe he did love her.

Yamcha took another swig of his drink and set it back down with more force than necessary. Damn….Yamcha hated to admit it, but he'd lost.

He could never compete with Vegeta(A.N: Damn right you couldn't!). He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do.

Yamcha sighed. He just hoped Vegeta wouldn't break her heart.

Ok, who wants to shoot Bulma right now? *raises hand* Sigh…..this story has taken such a sad turn. All that aside, it's preview time:

She was- WHOOPS, SORRY FOLKS! SADLY, THERE SHALL BE NO SPOILERS FOR THE FINAL CHAPTER! SORRY!

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