Srry this took so long! I usually update every week but I've been really busy lately! Don't worry! I'll try to get my schedule clear to add more chapters! So here's the next one and thanks a lot for the reviews!

Chapter Eight: That Afternoon (Part One)

His hands slid down her body and around her waist. He pulled her close to him and whispered, "I love you. I will always love you, you may try to push me away now, but soon you'll fall for me again. I swear you will." She blinked at him.

"O-Of course. I love you too. I may not have admitted it before, but I longed to have you hold me like this again. Its been so long and my body aches for your touch again."

He smirked at her mischievously. "Oh, really? Let me show you what I can do." He pushed his lips against hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pushed her down onto the bed and forced his tongue into her mouth. She quickly allowed entrance and pulled him down to deepen the kiss.

In there, their tongues danced and twirled with one another. Then they began fighting for dominance. As usual he won. Just like before. He broke the kiss off and then slid his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "My god, your so hot…I haven't seen you like this in awhile…you've buffed up." He blushed.

"I have been lifting weights."

"I can see."

He reached down and slid her jacket off and then her tank top. He looked at her with wide eyes. He was too surprised to speak. She looked gorgeous. "Its been too long…you're…beautiful." This time, she blushed. "Thanks…" She sat up and kissed him again, this time more passionately. "I love you…Vegeta." He nodded and placed a hand on her cheek. "I love you too Bulma."

Bulma jolted up in her sleep. Sweat ran down her face as she ran a hand through her hair. It was a dream. A nightmare to be exact. She turned to her left and spotted the clock. 3:45. She then turned to her right and there she was facing the back of Yamcha's head. She stared at him for a moment, just watching his back go up and down from breathing.

Bulma shook her head. If only Yamcha knew that she was dreaming about Vegeta. Recently, she has been having these dreams. Some were much worse than this. It was always end with her and Vegeta in bed together. She didn't like this one bit. Should she tell someone? Will they think she was crazy? Should she tell Vegeta?

NO! If she told him, he would think she was crazy or weird. "I think I need to re-see my psychiatrist again…I hate this so much." She rubbed her eyes and shook her head to wake her up. She placed a hand on her stomach and sighed. "I should tell Yamcha but it seems so lately he's been really busy with work. I wonder why." She thought for a moment before remembering what happened earlier that day…

Trunks threw his book bag down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. Bulma entered into the living room and kicked her shoes off. "Trunks, don't eat too much, okay? I gotta put dinner on in about an hour."

"Okay!" He recalled from the kitchen. Bulma dropped her bag down onto the couch and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Since Chichi picked Trunks up from school earlier, she had to swing by her house and bring him home. It was about six and the meeting ran longer than usual. "I better call Yamcha to let him know I picked you up already Trunks!"

"Okay, mom. Hey mom, where are the spoons?"

"In the bottom drawl near the dishwasher!"

"Thanks mom!"

She looked down at her phone and dialed his number. It quickly went straight to voicemail. She dialed again and once again it went straight to voicemail. "That's odd. Yamcha never has his phone off around this time. He got off work an hour ago." Bulma dialed once more and it repeated this process.

"What's the matter mom?" Trunks asked as he walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl of ice cream. She looked down at him and frowned. "Trunks, didn't I say DON'T eat too much I'm about to cook dinner?"

"Oh, I heard you." He shoved a spoonful into his mouth. "Look, just go into the kitchen before you spill that. Yamcha, for some odd reason won't pick his phone up."

"Well maybe, no wait, hopefully he's dead. That way I could have all of his stuff. Well, I'll keep his stuff for about an hour then I would throw the rest of that crap out, or give it to Goten." Bulma shook her head. "That's not funny Trunks, what would you do if you that came true?"

"Throw a big celebration."

"Watch your mouth, go in the kitchen." The purple-haired boy shrugged and obeyed his mother. Bulma sat down on the edge of the couch and continued trying to call Yamcha, but in the end the jerk didn't pick up. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Great, I'll just have to talk to him when he gets home. He is so not gonna hear the end of me." But, when Yamcha got home that evening, he was too exhausted to even speak.

He got home just in time for dinner, and as soon as he opened the door he collapsed on the couch. It didn't take Bulma long enough to discover that he was drunk. She couldn't believe Yamcha.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at remembering that thought. "Jerk, you promised me that we would spend some time together this evening, and in the end you come home drunk." Out of anger, Bulma raised her fist up and socked Yamcha in the stomach, hard. She was so blinded with anger that she didn't realize how hard she hit him.

Yamcha's eyes shot open and he quickly bolted up from out of his sleep. He quickly clutched his lower abdomen. His eyes were full of anger and even in the darkness she could see his face. "Oww! Bulma what the hel-"

"Shhh! Yamcha be quiet! Trunks might here you!" She shushed him and Yamcha frowned. "Bulma, are you nuts? It's almost four a.m.!" Once again, she shushed him and Yamcha glared at her.

"You're the one that's mad? I am the one that's the maddest! You idiot! Where did you go Yamcha when you got off work this evening?" He scratched his head in confusion. "What? I went out."

"No, where did you go?"

"A bachelor party. You know Michael? He threw one for his twin Micah. It was awesome."

"Oh, really? Was it because there was naked women there? I can't believe you!"

"What? No! Of course not Bulma! It was…it was, um, just us guys there. We had a couple of beers and I accidentally got drunk. I'm sorry for everything."

"Yamcha if you were really sorry then you wouldn't have done that."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? YOU should be the one apologizing for punching me in the gut while I was in the middle of sleeping."

"WHY do you think I hit you? Yamcha you've been working late a LOT lately and its getting in the way of our relationship. Can't you just say 'no' to your boss for one day?"

He rolled over to face her. "Sorry Bulma, but I can't. Lots of people keep calling off and I have to step in and take over their shifts."

"So what? You're his little 'lap-dog' and you do everything he says? Yamcha I need you here. With me. When I'm at work who will pick Trunks up from school?"

"Bulma its not like that. I do this because I WANT to. I'm sorry but what's more important? Me or a roof over your head?" Bulma was outraged. How could he say something like that? He was being so selfish! Yamcha tighten the grip on his stomach and his eyes widen. "Hold that thought." He quickly jumped out of the bed and ran toward their bathroom.

The only sounds that she heard was Yamcha puking. Bulma sat there in the dark in deep thought. Words couldn't describe what she was feeling. She was definitely speechless.

Yamcha how could you say that? That's either the liquor still talking or that might be your sober self! To think I once said you were the most thoughtfully, most kind-hearted guy in the world! Now…I think that's a lie. You care more about work then me…maybe Trunks WAS right. I DO make more money then you. Even if you were to quit your job it wouldn't make a whole of a difference. Jerk!

The door opened up and Yamcha stumbled out still holding his stomach. He fell onto the bed and laid his head down onto Bulma's lap. "So, um, what were we talking about? I forgot. I really don't feel good." That's what you get for drinking you heartless bastar-

"Bulma." Yamcha said interrupting her thoughts. "I know I sound really rude right now, but don't be mad. I'm just under a lot of pressure and I usually drink to get most of it out of my mind."

"Yamcha you promised me you wouldn't drink anymore before we moved in with you. What will Trunks say if saw you doing that? Next thing I know, he's copying you and acting all crazy. Oh god, the boy would be out of control."

"No I wouldn't!" Trunks shouted from on the other side of the door causing them both to jump from the sudden outburst. Trunks was in the hallway. Why he was in the hallway around this time, they had no idea. Bulma frowned and yelled, "Trunks! What the heck? What are you doing up around this time?"

"I should ask you guys the same! I just came out of the bathroom when I heard you talking. Ever heard of whispering? God, its like living in a house with cranky old people."

"I'm not gonna WHISPER in my own house! Go to bed!" Yamcha added. There was silence on the side of the door and an odd ruffling sound. Then they heard, "I was talking to MOM not YOU! I'm going to bed. Goodnight!" He turned away from the door and jetted away. They only heard his bare-feet running across the hard wood floor and his door slamming. He was gone.

Bulma leaned back against the bed rest. "That boy…I swear he listens to EVERYONE of our conversations. Even in the middle of the freakin' night!" She sighed and placed a hand on Yamcha's head. She brushed her hand through his black long hair and felt her eye lids getting heavy. It wasn't long before she heard Yamcha snoring. He rolled off her and onto his side of the bed and Bulma slid underneath the blankets before closing her eyes.

How could he be under pressure? He's not the one working with his ex. Oh, god. I have to work with Vegeta tomorrow. WHAT am I gonna do? I know! I'll just tell Broly that I don't want to do that stupid Donation Drive! He'll understand, right? I think I'm losing my mind…what will Yamcha think if I told him that I'm having odd dreams of me and Vegeta? He'll leave me for sure. Best to stay quiet about this.

She shook her head and closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

"Hey Launch, what's with the long face?" 18 asked as she walked into the main office. Launch sat there with at her computer looking awfully sad for some reason. The blue-haired woman stared up at her confused as if she just noticed her entrance. "Huh? Um, nothing. Honest."

"Come on, tell me. I can tell."

She looked down at her hands before speaking. "Well, Tien just seems to be stressed out a lot lately and I kinda feel bad for him. So I was thinking, what could be one way to make him feel happy again?" 18 stared at her for a complete five minutes before saying, "Well, gosh Launch. What is he stressed out about?"

"Some of his athletics won't show up for basketball practice. They have a big tournament coming up in a week and he has to get them in all in shape. Problem is, he's gonna have to stay after school a lot later than usual. Then when he comes home he just goes straight to bed without eating anything. I'm really worried. What should I do?"

18 crossed her arms a bit in deep thought. "Ummm, what about, no wait. Not that. Well maybe, no wait. You'll need a hot tub for that. How about- oh, wait that's just…odd. I'm out of ideas."

Launch sighed. "Oh, well. He just seems to push me away a lot lately. I wonder what Bulma thinks about this. Maybe she could help me." As if on cue, Bulma entered the room with an angry expression on her face. It didn't take the two women long to figure out why, because Vegeta was behind her on her heels. Literally.

He was stepping on the back of her heels so much that Bulma's shoe plopped off and she nearly fell on her face if she didn't stop to catch herself. Anger surged through Bulma as she spun around and glared at the man. "Will you leave me alone Vegeta? God, you're like a pet peeve! I have to speak with Broly PRIVATELY go away!"

"What are you talking about woman? I have to speak to the man first, step aside." He lifted up a hand and grabbed Bulma's arm to push her out the way. Bulma shook Vegeta off her. He was just pushing her buttons. "I don't get you. First you're nice and then you're mean. Are you going through mood swings or something?"

Vegeta growled angrily at her. "Trust me Bulma. The only reason why I'm being nice is because I have to. If we didn't work together then I would've said terrible things about your weight eons ago!"

"Well guess what genius? None of us were alive eons ago! Moron!"

"Jerk!"

"Idiot!"

"Hey Launch, wanna go find 17 or Krillin or somebody?" 18 quickly asked. Launch nodded and the two women got up and were practically running down the hallway. It has been about four weeks since school started and they hadn't got use to their constant arguing. When it was times like these, nobody didn't want to be in the room. Not even Broly. Who also happened to open his office door.

He gave them odd looks before speaking, "Bulma! Vegeta! What are you guys doing?" That shut them up. Bulma and Vegeta turned their heads to the tall man who had an annoyed expression plastered onto his face. They both walked into his office and Broly slammed the door behind them. He was angry.

"Why were you guys fighting so much?" He shouted as he sat down in his chair and placed his feet onto his desk. Bulma and Vegeta both began speaking at once and if he didn't raise a hand to silence them, then they probably would've kept talking.

"One at a time." His voice was so sharp it was like a knife cutting through them. Vegeta opened his mouth and heard Bulma mutter, "Usually its ladies first, so go ahead and talk Vegeta."

"Bulma, shut up. I look more like a woman than you would ever be."

"You just called yourself a woman jackass."

"Shut up both of you! God, its like dealing with kindergarteners!"

"I came in here to tell you Broly that I can't do the Donation Drive. I have to work on the new science research project I assigned my Biology class. I can't possibly have time to do this." He stared at her for a moment. "Bulma, you don't have to worry right away. When did you assign that project to your students?"

"I dunno. About a week ago. Its due October 1st."

"Good, because the Donation Drive is starts on October 2nd." Bulma froze. "W-what do you mean?"

"The Donation Drive is gonna have to last for about two months, and its your job and Vegeta's to get a lot of donations until Thanksgiving."

"So wait, you're basically saying I have to work with her for two months? I changed my mind. I don't want to do this crap anymore." Vegeta spoke in a bitter voice. Broly sighed. "I'm sorry Vegeta, but when you said yes I didn't ask anybody else to help Bulma with this. The reason why I chose her was because she's the Vice-Principal and its her job to do this. Again, don't ask me why. It was the School Board's idea."

He removed his feet from the desk and spun around in his chair so they were facing his back. "I want you guys to have a lot of donations by the time its around Thanksgiving. It can be anything. Its going for the poor. Clothes, canned food, toys, books, anything at all. So there is no backing out on this. Lots of people are relying on you guys to pull this off, or the School Board is coming after my ass."

That was Broly for you. Always worrying about the School Board coming after him. Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "So this is it. I can't possibly break this stupid thing off? I'm stuck with him for good?" Broly nodded. "Don't feel too bad Bulma, who knows, those two months might fly by and you won't even know it. Plus, this will be a perfect time for you two to sort out some issues. Everyday you both come in this building arguing. You're not even married anymore."

Bulma and Vegeta rolled their eyes at the same time and walked out of his office.

The school day seemed to pass by very quickly. Before Gohan even realized it, he was at his locker and pulling his back pack out. He couldn't help but be nervous. Today was the day he was going to have to tutor Gwendolyn. Just his luck. He really didn't want to do this. He just wanted to run down the hallway and all the way home where he wouldn't have to see the girl again.

Unfortunately, that wouldn't happen. Gohan slammed his locker and as soon as he turned around he was met face to face with Gwen. He jumped at the sight of her and his back slammed into his locker and Gohan landed onto his butt hard. Gwen looked down at him surprised and backed up a little as if to give him space to stand up. "Oh, my gosh! Gohan…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" She sunk to her knees and reached out an arm to help the tall boy up. Gohan allowed Gwen to pull him up onto his feet and gave a nervous laugh. "Wow, Gwen…you sure did scare the heck outta me. I'm fine and, um, thanks."

He moved to the side a bit to get away from the girl. She looked a bit odd to him. "I'm gonna have to stay at your house for this afternoon, my mom has a meeting. When I mean meeting I mean she's trying to flirt with Broly, our principal, to get a higher paycheck. "

"Really?"

"Yep, she does this every now and then. It never works. She thinks that just because he's single he'll try to get with any woman. Sad to say I'm related to her." Gohan nodded and followed her out the back door to where he meets his parents everyday after school. Usually, he gets there first and has to wait for his parents. Gohan walked over to their station wagon and leaned against the door. Gwen leaned on it as well.

The two teens stood there in awkward silence. What was he suppose to say to her? Oh, man how did I get myself into this? I can just easily lie and tell her we'll do this next week, or maybe I should just tell her the truth and hurt her feelings. No, wait. Gohan you're smarter than that. What will you're parents say if they find out that you hurt her feelings?

"Gohan." Gwen spoke. "Did you hear what I said?" Gohan jumped and quickly turned to the dark-haired girl. "Huh? Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said do you wanna hear a creepy story I wrote?"

"Um, okay."

"Okay, imagine you're in your room one night and its snowing."

"Okay."

"You look out your window and you see this girl standing in your backyard. She has long blonde hair that's covering her eyes and she is wearing a long white nightgown covered in blood, and she is standing there staring directly at you. But that's not the freaky part about it."

"Well, what is it?"

"All around her are no footprints. When you walk through the snow, you leave footprints, however, all around her there are no footprints. Just her staring at you like at hawk. Creepy, right?" Gohan nodded. "Oh, um, yeah. Creepy."

Just then, Goku and Chichi approached them. "Hi Gohan. Hello Gwen. Are you guys ready to go home?" Goku asked and they nodded. Chichi opened the passenger door and climbed in with and Goku in the driver's seat. The two already knew about Gohan agreeing to tutor Gwen, and they totally approved of it.

Gohan awkwardly climbed into the backseat and sat down. Gwen sat down next to him. The drive to Goten's school was very quiet. No one made a noise. It was like that until Goten opened up the door and climbed in with Trunks. Bulma told Chichi ahead of time that she was gonna have to stay after school today, so she had to once again come pick him up.

"Hiya!" Goten said as he climbed into the car. Gwen looked at him and gave a weak smile. "…hi." She said and Trunks eyed her. "Are you Gohan's girlfriend?" Gohan reached over Goten and smacked Trunks on top of his head. "Ow! What was that for?" Gohan narrowed his eyes at him. "For being stupid."

He stared over at Gwen who was blushing. Why she was blushing, he had no idea.

"Okay, do you like, have any ideas?" Bulma asked Vegeta as they sat down in his office. She sat on one side of the desk and he sat on the other next to his computer. As soon as she walked in there, thoughts of that weird day came rushing back to her. Bulma blushed and quickly tried to shake that thought from her head. I'm going to snap.

Vegeta looked at Bulma surprised. "We don't have to start on this until about a month from now. Why are we even sitting here?"

"What do you think? I'm tired and I don't feel like going home until we at least get something done. Like I said before, got any ideas?"

"No, I don't."

Vegeta leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on the desk. "I suspended a punk today for fighting. You should've saw him." He stared at Bulma for a full second before continuing. "Bulma, look, I'm sorry about everything that happened the other day about me kissing you-"

"Its okay Vegeta. Honest. Besides, I was the one that fell on you. I didn't mean to kiss you. Lets just put that entire incident behind us and move forward with our lives. It was just a kiss and nothing else." Bulma reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone that was ringing like crazy. Annoyed, she looked down at the number and was surprised to see Yamcha's number. Why is he calling me? "Hang on Vegeta, I gotta take this." Vegeta just shrugged and turned to his computer as if he had more important things to worry about. She leaned over and realized he was on Twitter. The jerk wasn't even interested in this project, not that she didn't mind it at all. Bulma opened her phone and then she said, "Hello?"

On the other line, it sounded like shuffling sounds, like someone moving around then what she heard maybe Bulma's heart stop. "Hello? Who is this?" It was a woman's voice. Who was she? Why does she have Yamcha's phone? Where is Yamcha?

Bulma's eyes widen and she quickly clenched her fists. "The question is who are you? What are you doing with Yamcha's phone?"

There was a pause on the other end until the woman responded. "I should ask you the same thing. How dare you pick up Yamcha's phone? I'll have you know that I'm his girlfriend!"

"Girlfriend? How can Yamcha be your girlfriend when I'm his girlfriend!" That caught Vegeta's attention. He looked up at her surprised. What was she going on about? Bulma narrowed her eyes and frowned. "Where's Yamcha?" The woman didn't answer. The only sound she heard was the phone hanging up. She was gone.

Bulma closed her phone and leaned back in her seat with her head down. Yamcha was cheating on her. She couldn't believe it. It would explain why he worked so late the past couple of weeks, and why he must've been out so lately. How could she not see this coming? It all fit in like a puzzle.

She covered her eyes as tears began to spill out. Vegeta looked up at her confused. "What's the matter with you woman?" He asked and Bulma shook her head.

"It…it…can't be true. Y-Yamcha is having an…affair. He's cheating on me." She began to spill more tears from her eyes and was sobbing hard. Vegeta stood up from his chair and walked over to wrap a comforting arm around Bulma. What else was he suppose to do at a time like this? This was something he hardly did.

"Bulma, stop crying." That was something he hardly said to anyone. "Tell me what happened?"

"What do you think happened? Some chick picked up Yamcha's phone. It all explains so much. He hasn't been working late, he was out seeing her." Bulma had never felt so…used. She felt like someone took her heart out and stomped on it a million times. The world around her got smaller. All Bulma wanted to do was roll over and die. To close her eyes and open them and act as if this was some sort of bad dream. This, however, was not a bad dream.

It was real. Bulma opened her eyes and looked up at Vegeta. Never in her life did she see him as the same person. The guy she once thought of as a ruthless, arrogant, and uncaring man. But as she looked up at him, she saw him as someone who actually cared. So many emotions soared through her body at this moment, but the one thing that filled her mind was lust.

Without thinking, Bulma reached her hands out and wrapped them around Vegeta. Before he could react, Bulma quickly kissed him. Her mouth completely covering his. She stood up and pushed Vegeta down onto her desk. Her hands roaming his body and Vegeta's were doing the same to hers.

She quickly pulled her jacket off and tossed it on the ground before pressing her body against his. Vegeta's mind was racing with so many thoughts, until he suddenly snapped back into reality. Why are they doing this? This was totally wrong! She had a boyfriend, Yamcha, but…well use to have a boyfriend Yamcha. So was it wrong for her just to do this because he done the same thing to her?

Vegeta pushed Bulma off of him. He stared at her and said, "Bulma, this is wrong. The first time was an accident, this was just…look, you have a boyfriend. Maybe you're overreacting to this. There must be an explanation. Are you sure you want to continue with this?" He did have a point. It could all be a BIG misunderstanding and here she is probably making a big mistake of her and Yamcha's relationship.

Bulma looked at her feet and then back up at Vegeta. "Oh, I'm sure. I wanna continue with this…Yamcha may have cheated on me, so why should I not? He's done it and I don't see what it can already harm. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

She gave Vegeta a sly smile before reaching down and unzipping his pants.

A/N: How was that? Bet NOBODY expected that, did ya? Is Yamcha really cheating or was Vegeta right and said it could all be a BIG misunderstanding? What will happen when Gohan has to tutor Gwen? Lots of questions and the only way to get answers is read and review! Is it mean for me to ask for ten reviews? I think it is. But if you wanna figure out what happens then there ya go! Please let me know if there are any spelling errors so I can fix them! Thanks and bye!

Also: Did it ever occur to anyone that I never made Goten appear until this chapter? In the previous chapters I made them mention him but not actually made him do anything. That's just odd or a bit creepy. Don't worry for any Goten fans out there, he'll be in the next chappie!