Chapter 10

"Oh Bulma dear I just knew this party would be a great help in you getting over Vegeta."

Bulma looked up at her mother, confused at what she was saying. She wasn't over Vegeta she had even had another dream about him cuddling her last night.

"Mother, what are you on about?"

Mrs Briefs didn't notice her daughter's confusion and continued to rabbit on.

"I always did like that Yamcha boy. He was so sweet and kind." Bulma was now even more confused. Why was her mother talking about Yamcha. And since when had that cheating bastard been sweet and kind.

"Mother, what are you talking about?"

Again Bulma was ignored.

"Oh Bulma, I always knew deep down that you two would end up together. I mean Vegeta is handsome and all that but he wasn't exactly right for you." Bulma was mad as well a confused now.

"MOTHER!"

"Yes dear." Mrs Breifs said completely oblivious to her daughter's frustration.

"What are you talking about."

"Yamcha, silly." Bulma opened her mouth to object but Mrs Breifs continued, "don't try and hide it, I saw the two of you snuggled up together."

"What!?" Bulma was furious now. What had Yamcha done.

"You two did get together, right?" It seemed that Mrs Briefs finally noticed her daughter's confusion.

"No mother we didn't."

"Well then dear, I think you need to have a word with Yamcha.'

"Believe me I'm going to." Although she was actually worried about what Vegeta would do when he got back. She hoped he wouldn't put him back in the hospital. It would make things a whole lot worse.

-(m)-

After eating, and bathing Trunks she was ready to go over to Yamcha's apartment. She had to take Trunks with her as her parents were going out for the day, but she was also relived because he served as a reminder of Vegeta and she hoped that it would make Yamcha less inclined to try anything.

She got into the hover car and strapped Trunks into his baby seat. She turned the engine on and drove off.

She always loved driving her own cars and kept a collection of Capsule cars on her person at all times. Every time she drove she was reminded of her teenage adventures to find the dragon balls and all the fun times she had. But the wave of nostalgia also brought back memories of the old Yamcha. The one wo couldn't talk to women and preferred to rob peopel rather than save them. The old Yamcha, the one she had loved, would have never done this. She sighed he wasn't the old Yamcha he had changed drastically and she waswasnt sure she liked the new Yamcha.

Bulma rung the door bell of Yamchas' apartment.

"Who is it," Yamcha said with annoyance.

"It's Bulma," she said calmly.

"Fuck.," there was a long pause, "I'm coming down there."

Bulma waited there watching her little prince roll about in his crib.

"Hey," came a nervous voice from behind her.

"Hey," Bulma replied wandering where this would go.

"Um... I would just like to apolagise greatly for my...behaviour last night"

"Yeah you should. That was a gross breach of my privacy and my trust."

"Bulma I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear it," Bulma was getting heated now,"you can't just come into my bed like that it's sexual assalt"

"Bulma I was drunk."

"Oh shut up," Bulma wasn't sure where this anger was coming from; she just wanted him to apolagise,"you're just lucky I didn't call the police."

"Bulma please, I'm sorry"

"No you're not you've done this too many times now. You better just hope I calm down before Vegeta come back." At the mention of his name Yamcha winced.

"Please not Vegeta. He'll kill me." Yamcha was terrified.

"I don't care.*sob* When he comes back I'll tell him... When he *sob* gets home I'll make sure you get your due...*sob* when he gets home..." Bulma burst into tears.

Yancha just looked stunned at the crying heiress.

"I should go." Bulma managed to say in between sobs. She grabbed Trunks and ran to the car.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

-(m)-

"Ugh!" Vegeta yelled as yet another one of the training drones the Woman had made for him smashed in to a pile of scrap against the wall. It was one of the last and Vegeta was pissed. Well more pissed than he was before he started training.

For the last week Vegeta's rage had been building and building. By now every object he came into contact with would be broken in a few minutes. He had broken most of his training drones, his kitchen ( he was living off of cold canned foods now), his shower his sofa, his bed...frankly every item except for the ships controls. And of course his precious gravity room.

The worst thing was that Vegeta had no idea why he was angry, and if anything that only increased his rage. Try as he might, Vegeta had found no reason to be angry. Well except one. But Vegeta had dismissed that thought almost immediately. The Woman couldn't be involved.

"Aghh!" Vegeta cried out as he punched a big hole in the wall. He shouldn't be having these thoughts. That Woman couldn't be that significant. Could she. Was it those words. The words that humans to people they want as a mate. He punched another hole in the wall. Every time he had these thoughts the wall gained a new hole: the total was now a hundred and seven.

He cried out again and then went to have a shower. He needed to cool off although it never worked before.

Thoroughly doused in freeezing water the proud prince still couldn't shake his thoughts of the Woman. Did he feel the same. No he was a saiyan warrior. Not some soft huffed, he knew would have to do.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

-(m)-

"Hey, you okay Bulma," Krillin asked Bulma over the phone in the evening, "because Yamcha said that you collapsed into tears on his door step."

"Thanks for your concern Krillin, but I'm fine at the moment," Bulma lied, trying to keep the sorrow out of her voice.

"Oh okay then; sorry to have bothered you."

"No its fine. Good night."

"Good night." Krillin hung up.

Bulma put the phone down and sat on her bed. She had already put Trunks to bed and so was free to get to business. She was already dressed appropriately: in a white t-shirt she had brought for Vegeta but had found itself with her clothes when Vegeta had refused to wear it, and her favourite pyjama bottoms.

Picking up the giant tub of ice cream up of the table as well as her largest spoon, Bulma laid back and hit play on the remote. The TV burst into life and began to play her favourite romantic movies.

As the movies progressed her room slowly began to fill up with used tissues and her ice cream tub quickly began to run out. She sighed and went to the kitchen to get more. After she had collected to more tubs, she returned to her room.

"Well that's an appealing look," a voice called out from her bed in a sarcastic tone, "and thosee soppy stories on your TV is hardly quality entertainment. Seriously Woman how can you watch these." Bulma was stunned. He was back. Finally he was back. Although she didn't exactly appreciate his nonchalant attitude.

"I have a name dumbass."

"I used it."

"Hmpf." Vegeta smirked at that.

"I really thought it took much more that that to render you speechless Woman," silence ensued, but not because Bulma couldn't think of a retort. She was silent because she was overjoyed that he had returned but wanted desperately not to show it.

"I'm was just stunned at your arrival, you arrogant prick," Bulma finally replied minutes later. Vegeta smirked again.

"If you don't mind, I'm kind of busy. So can you please leave my room now."

"I fine here thank you." Bulma smiled to her self and slowly went to sit on her bed, all the while keeping an eye on Vegeta to gauge his reaction. He did said nothing as she approached. He was too busy admiring her curves, even under the baggy t-shirt she was wearing. He knew why he wanted this woman.

Bulma had finally made to the bed and carefully climed on to the bed. Vegeta made no complaint. Cautiously, Bulma opened a tub of ice cream and made herself comfortable; tucking herself under the covers.

Vegeta internally smiled and put his arms up over his head. Bulma, not wanting to miss an opportunity snuggled up to him, before resuming the movie.

Vegeta out one arm around Bulma and with the other grabbed one of the smaller spoons Bulma had brought up and then joined her in eating the ice cream.

After a while the ice cream was gone and the movie had ended and the happy couple were fast asleep.

To be continued