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Chapter Four

"What is this slop!?"

Bulma turned her angry gaze on the Saiyan Prince who was sitting at the kitchen table, a plate of bacon and eggs before him. Or, at least, what was supposed to be bacon and eggs. She had accidently burned the bacon until they were nothing but skinny strips and the eggs were rather...droopy.

"It's breakfast." She replied back nonchalantly

He picked at it. "Do you really intend to put this," He gestured wildly at it. "Under the category of food?"

She blew out a sigh. After the incident with the GR a week ago, she had, reluctantly, volunteered to keep Vegeta company while her father fixed it. And by 'keep him company', she meant 'obey his every whim'. Because he never asked anything; just commanded. Being the caregiver of an overbearing Saiyan male entitled things similar to keeping him out of the way which was harder said then done. Without training, the man's life was pretty much nonexistent. All he did was sit in his room with his door locked, only to emerge when he was hungry or had to relieve his bladder or perform other hygiene issues.

That was just fine with Bulma considering that she never had to see him.

Of course, that didn't last long.

Because after he ran all fifty two of her gourmet, world class chefs out in a frustrated frenzy, she now had to prepare all the meals for him herself. He had also made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't wait or be denied it either. She learned that when he had barged into a very important meeting with a very important client and demanded a sandwich.

The unfortunate thing was that Vegeta ate a lot. And by a lot, I mean almost 10 times is actual weight and at least twenty times any human male's weight. And Bulma had no cooking skills. None whatsoever.

So where did that leave them?

Her fixing little scraps of gunk and him having to eat it less he pass out.

"Just eat it." She ordered flatly.

"Is it edible?"

"Damn it!" She exclaimed, slamming her fist on the table. "I'm SICK of your attitude, Vegeta!" She pointed a big wooden spoon at him. "This is all your fault anyway! Eat the shit and stop complaining for once!"

"So you agree that it's shit?"

Calm down, Bulma told herself as she squeezed the spoon. Don't do anything rash or stupid. Yes, it might feel good to bash him in the head with this but it won't solve anything, will it?

She was still debating on that when the doorbell rung. Leaving Vegeta in the kitchen, she dashed out and answered it, smiling politely before she even realized who it was.

Her smile faded however when she recognized the figure.

He smiled shakily and did a little finger wave. "Hey." He said softly. When she didn't reply, he asked, "Can I come in?"

"I don't know, Yamcha." She said frostily. "Vegeta's in the kitchen. We wouldn't want you to feel threatened, now would we?"

Yamcha shifted uncomfortably. A day after the accident, when he had stormed out of her room, he had returned to explain that the only reason he had said those things and acted like a jerk was because he had felt that she was attracted to Vegeta.

"I feel threatened by his presence." Had been his exact words. "I don't like the way he looks at you sometimes."

But even after she reassured him that Vegeta was nothing to her and that his mind was playing tricks on him, Bulma still couldn't let something go.

"What did you mean by me getting hurt?" She had questioned innocently.

The next words from his mouth had gotten him a sharp tongue lashing from Bulma and she threw him out of her home.

"I think he might try to rape you."

The surprise and rage fueled in her by the comment had almost scared herself. She just couldn't believe that Yamcha would think that. I mean, if Vegeta had wanted to, he would have by now! Besides, she thought certainly, he wouldn't do that. He just wouldn't.

But, for the life of her, she didn't understand why in the hell she had gotten so mad. Afterwards, she told herself it was the fact that Yamcha had said it in a tone that was almost threatening itself. As if he was trying to scare her.

Or get her to throw Vegeta out.

Nonetheless, she was angry. And intent on staying that way.

"Listen Bulma-" He started now, holding out his hands helplessly. "I...I didn't mean what I said. Well, I mean, I meant it but it kind of came out wrong...I...What I meant to say...No, wait-"

"What is it you're trying to say now?" She asked tiredly.

"Forgive me?" He made the puppy dog eyes and although they hadn't broken up over their argument, Bulma wondered if he thought they had.

"You're forgiven." She said in a half huff, half pout, doubting her own judgment. What the hell kept making her exonerate him over and over again? I mean, yeah he was pretty hot and was a real sweetie at heart but he had to see what she saw; that they weren't as connected anymore, that they were drifting apart no matter how hard they tried to stay together, that something just wasn't clicking anymore.

That was the reason, right? That was why she couldn't see herself with Yamcha anymore?

And if that wasn't, then what the hell was?

But if it was true, why did she keep going back to him?

All these unanswered questions ran through her mind while Yamcha took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. I'm hopeless, Bulma thought sadly.

"Oh, how heartfelt." Came the heavily sarcastic voice from behind the couple. They instantly broke apart and turned to stare at the short frame of Vegeta. To Yamcha, Vegeta in normal clothes like pants, a T-shirt and socks (his armor was being washed at the moment) made him look slightly human.

Along as you looked past his unnatural cynical smile.

Yamcha tightened his hold around Bulma as if she'd vanish without his touch. He narrowed his eyes and kept Vegeta's gaze. Bulma sensed the same fiery tautness as before fill the room and struggled out of Yamcha's grip.

"You need something, Vegeta?" She asked, keeping her tone light and friendly. The last thing she wanted to do was say something the wrong way and make the Prince explode in fury. Because the way he stood hinted at such a thing happening.

Breaking his stare from Yamcha, the thick eye browed man gave her a sardonic glance. "Yes, I need food." He held up a hand to silence her before she interrupted. "And I don't mean that revolting mess you tried to pass off as food which, I must say, is now in the trash."

Bulma took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Keep it cool. Keep it cool.

But Vegeta wasn't done. "I've put up with your annoying presence this whole week while your father repaired the GR and I don't know how much longer it'll take but I can barely stand to look at you anymore. The only thing slightly better is that I don't have to talk to that infuriating woman you call a mother. Now, after all of this, I still haven't blasted one thing or broke anyone's neck and I think you should congratulate me for this because I have mulled it over on different occasions." He narrowed his eyes. "But I draw the line at having you feed me. You're useless in such an area."

The blue haired woman stared at him, mouth open; eyebrows furrowed and felt her control slip. "WELL!" She started in a screech. " If you hadn't scared off all out chefs then I wouldn't HAVE to cook you ANYTHING, now would I!?" She was waving her hands angrily. "AND, if you hadn't completely OBLITHERATED the FUCKING Gravity Machine then you wouldn't be FORCED to PUT UP with me but here's the thing; you DID and so how about you SUCK IT UP and DEAL WITH IT!"

Yamcha's mouth dropped open as he stared at Bulma in complete awe and disbelief, her chest heaving up and down with her breaths. He had never gotten berated like that from her all his life. And he had done some pretty dumb things before.

His appreciation of her action vanished instantly however when he laid his eyes on Vegeta. Yamcha gulped.

The short male was literally shaking in fury. His fists were clenched, his eyes were narrowed to slits, his teeth were bared and Yamcha could see his energy increasing, an aura slightly waving his flamed hair.

Now who was he more afraid of? An aggravated Bulma or an enraged Vegeta?

Tough question.

He decided to go with the lather. So, like any good gentlemen would do, he raised his hand (as if he had to ask for permission to speak) and said with a nervous laugh, "Uh...well I mean, if you guys are so...tired of each other and stuff. I could uh..." Wait, what could he do? What could he do to break the tension and get their minds off each other for a while?

The answer hit him like a bullet and he exclaimed, "I'll spar with Vegeta!" He covered his mouth quickly afterwards, eyes wide in fright of his own statement.

HE'D WHAT?

Vegeta and Bulma broke their glaring contest to shoot him bewildered looks. Bulma cocked her head to the side and Vegeta raised a bemused eyebrow. Their anger fleetingly disappearing as they contemplated the offer.

"Yamcha, what are you talking about?" Bulma asked in confusion.

"Uh..."Yamcha smiled shakily."Well, I mean...since the GR's getting fixed or whatever...I mean, this could be good for the both of us. I've been slacking in my training as well." What the fuck are you thinking, he asked himself, fighting VEGETA!?

Vegeta was all ears though. He smirked, folded his arms and said, "I don't have a problem with it." After all, he was fully healed now and hadn't trained in over seven days.

"Oh, well of course you don't!" Bulma protested. "As long as fighting is involved, you'll agree to anything!" Then, turning to Yamcha, she said, "You don't have to if you don't want to, Yamcha."

"I want to." He shrugged, feigning calmness when in actuality, he was scared shitless.

She put a hand on his shoulder and bit her lip. Obviously, she was afraid of the outcome if they did spar. "You sure?"

"Woman would you stop treating him as if he doesn't have a mind of his own?" Vegeta snapped in annoyance. "If he says he wants to do something then he wants to do it. Unless of course, "He smirked."He has to have your authorization, hm? Like a good little pet." He turned to shoot the taller man a taunting smile.

Yamcha narrowed his eyes and all his fear and worry went right out the window. The hostility towards Vegeta was turning full blast much to his excitement. Truth be told, Yamcha had wanted to beat this guy's head in ever since he met him and his arrogance only enhanced that feeling.

The same thing was running through Vegeta's mind. He was more then amused by the look on Yamcha's face. The look of pure anger with a tinge of anticipation. This bout was long overdue, the Prince thought, and who knows? Maybe the human would prove to be entertaining?

But Bulma was frightened. She looked from man to man and sighed, knowing full well she couldn't stop what was going to happen next.

Her worry was for Yamcha more then Vegeta, though because she knew how hard Vegeta trained and how serious he took his abilities. Besides the obvious fact that Vegeta was stronger, Bulma could think of many ways how this could go wrong.

She just prayed that it didn't.

Besides, she tried to cheer herself up, what was the worst case scenario?

Someone died.

Bulma ran a hand down her face and sighed again.

"After you." Yamcha spoke up, gesturing out the door, cracking into her thoughts. She turned and watched Vegeta walk out. A beat after, Yamcha followed, winking at her for reassurance and disappearing out of the door.

She paced, wrung her hands and ran after them. There had to be something she could do, she thought frantically.

But nothing came to mind as she walked outside and spotted them stretch their limbs in preparation. Her eyes widened. Were they fighting on the front lawn!?

Her observation proved to be true when Vegeta said, with a devilish smirk, "Ladies first."

Yamcha narrowed his eyes, crouched into his fighting position and charged.

Haha.

Now who's going to win? The underdog or our beloved Prince?

&& is Bulma doomed to be confused? Most likely.

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