Chapter Five

It was almost as if the beginning happened in slow motion in contrast to the rest of the bout. Vegeta made his characteristically irritating comment, Yamcha sprung forward and they sort of hung there in suspended animation as if it were a scene in a fighting movie and the special effects guy was slowing every bit down for the anxious crowd.

Bulma saw Yamcha retract his right arm, so slowly, so precisely, and then jut it back out when he got in arms length of Vegeta, aiming at his cheek.

Unfortunately, it didn't connect because the Prince dodged it. If one wasn't looking close then it would have been impossible to see the short man recline his head back, only missing the assault by centimeters.

After that, the slow motion stopped.

Bulma watched the two sprint every which way in the air; punching, kicking, growling, bellowing, laughing. She could only see glimpses of the two as they fought; a leg here, a piece of shirt there. She wondered if any one else could spot them and glanced about to observe.

Turns out they weren't that fast. Curious, concerned and fearful eyes were among the spectators as they turned from whatever it was they were doing; strolling down the street, caught in traffic, staring out of a store mirror, working on something at Capsule Corp, and watched Vegeta and Yamcha duke it out. Their suspicious, gasps and scowls only grew at the unnatural speed at which they moved and Bulma felt her stomach tighten.

Oh shit, I hope this doesn't make the news.

But, much to her dismay, exactly fifteen minutes after the males had begun their battle, trucks rolled onto the CC yawn, careful not to get too close to the spar taking place and reporters from all over scrambled out and started to set up their tripods and cameras; hoping to be the very first one who got the scoop.

Unbeknownst to all the commotion and clamoring they had caused, the Saiyan and scar faced man continued.

And, as he suspected, Yamcha was losing. Quite badly.

At the moment, Vegeta had a nice grip on his ankle and was slamming him hard against the dirt. Yamcha quickly regained footing of the free foot and twisted in his hold, kicking out and actually catching Vegeta on his chin.

He stumbled back and Yamcha was free; jumping backwards to get out of reach in case he intended to counter. Vegeta stood stoic for a beat before cracking his neck and giving his opponent a look that Yamcha could only translate into: "That was a lucky shot."

For it only being a few minutes or so since they've started, Yamcha had sufficient scars already. He felt blood running down his face, knew that at least two of his teeth were broken and there was a sharp pain running through his chest.

Vegeta, on the other hand, didn't look as worn. Only a few superficial scars adjourned his face and arms and he had had to relocate his jaw but nothing more serious.

Bulma noticed the differences in them instantly when they finally slowed down to a halt and stared at each other across the grass. She saw how much harder Yamcha was breathing; his chest heaving up and down drastically with every breath compared to Vegeta's slightly labored breathing which was barely recognizable.

"You're seeing it, folks!" Called out a rather loud reporter as he, unwisely stepped closer to the men. "Live from Channel Eight News with Yatsuki Greens. Right here on the front lawn of the widely diverse and renowned Capsule Corporation there seems to be..."He gestured wildly behind him but kept his eyes on the camera in the young brown haired teen's hand. "A confrontation going on!" He twisted his head to stare at them before turning his gaze back again. "And there-"

He stopped short however when a collective gasp rose from the onlookers. Everyone watched in horrific fascination as the shorter, flame haired man brought his arm back and...some sort of...bright ball was forming in it!

"What does he think he's doing!?" Bulma nearly screamed. She had positioned herself pretty far from the bout and was hiding behind a few bushes in hope that no one recognized her and came over to father information. Because, after all, they were fighting on her lawn. And she didn't feel like trying to explain to nosy reporters what this was all about. Mostly because she couldn't think of a good lie yet.

Yamcha noticed it immediately and his eyes widened. "Vegeta!" He half whispered, half yelled. "There are people around here you can't-"

"Tough luck." He spat out with a smirk before sending the medium sized ki ball towards his opponent.

Yamcha growled and stood his ground; deflecting the beam upwards towards the sky.

"Holy shit!" Another reporter exclaimed; his glasses sliding off his face as he dropped to his knees in astonishment. "What-Why-Wh- Did anyone else see that!?" He asked, actually praying that he was hallucinating.

Mr. Greens stood star struck for a beat before exploding, "WOW! Well you saw it here first folks!" He was close up to the camera lens. "And I have to admit, I wouldn't have believed it until I saw it. There seems to have been some sort of...ball of light coming from the gloved man's hand! Unbelievable!"

Bulma grinded her teeth. She wasn't as enthusiastic about the display. In fact, she was down right pissed.

Yamcha gave Vegeta a wide eyed look. "You can't just shoot beams Vegeta! We-" But he was abruptly and painfully cut off when Vegeta appeared before him and smashed his elbow into his jaw. Yamcha's head snapped back with a force that should have broken his neck and landed flat on his back. He didn't have time to get up before the Prince balled his hands into a fist and punched downwards towards his face.

Yamcha's eyes widened and he moved his head out of the way and Vegeta's fist slammed into the ground causing a slight crater to form from its impact. The man lying on the ground looked at it incredulously and thought in fear and anger, this guy's trying to kill me!

His look must have given his thought away because Vegeta sent him a look that said, well duh.

Yamcha grunted, wrapped his hand around Vegeta's wrist and jerked backwards with al his strength, sending the short man off the ground and into the air at an incredibly fast rate.

Another gasp ran through the crowd and they all shielded their eyes in anticipation for a very rough and maybe fatal landing. Bulma wondered vaguely if any one of them had bothered to call the police or something. Probably not, she thought afterwards, seeing how everyone was highly engrossed in the fight going on.

But of course there was another uproar of screams and gasps and unintelligible yells when Vegeta did not land. Instead, he stopped right in midair, upside down and his mouth twitched into a scowl. He was too focused on the task at hand to realize that there were dozens of people watching his every move.

"Oh no..."Bulma sighed, hanging her head in exasperation.

Yamcha got to his feet slowly and looked up at the figure in sky, waiting.

"Oh my Dende!" Yatsuki, who has became the only reporter who was still broadcasting and had actually kept it together enough, screamed more to his cameraman then he camera. "Now it appears that the man is...."He turned towards Vegeta as if he had to make sure."Well, he's...Shit, he's flying!"

Yells from civilians cut through the air;

"Maybe they're aliens!"

"One looks familiar!"

"I think both of them are pretty cute!" The woman got a pretty hard glare from everyone else for that comment.

"Should we stop them!?"

"Can we stop them?"

"Mommy, I want to fly!"

The little boy was hushed by his hysterical mother and Bulma decided enough was enough. She was gonna have to clear this all up and get them to stop fighting.

But how?

Vegeta righted himself in the air and glanced down, only now seeing the people standing around staring up at him. He raised an eyebrow and wondered how long they had been standing there.

Oh no matter. He had a weakling human to pound. His eyes flickered back to Yamcha who, n his opinion, looked like he was ready to pass out. Vegeta smirked. Hah, he thought he could keep up with a Saiyan? Nonsense. The man was as dumb as he was weak; a dangerous combination for a so called "fighter".

But, the flame haired man thought reluctantly, he hadn't been that bad. He had managed to keep his ground on numerous occasions and get a few hits in. Not very entertaining but quite impressive nonetheless.

It didn't matter, he thought again as a wide smirk spread across his lips. It'd all be over soon. Nothing was on the male's mind at the moment but winning. Victory clouded his judgment and he didn't think of his actions as he spread out both of his arms and powered up.

Everyone watched for what he'd do next; including Yamcha who had a fairly good idea but couldn't bring himself to move quick enough.

Everyone except Bulma that was. She was pissed and frustrated and had a headache. She was going to have to deal with paparazzi for weeks about this. And what could she say?

She could blame it all on an invention of hers. The idea made her face brightened. Perfect! If she could make capsules and other world renowned inventions then surely they would believe her when she said she had created a way for people to fly and shoot energy beams, right?

She'd have to try. But of course, when everyone asked for her invention she'd lie and say it malfunctioned and it'd take a few years to make another one. And hopefully, after that, everyone would forget about it. Foolproof plan.

But first she had to stop Yamcha and Vegeta.

So, that was what she had in mind, when she very recklessly stumbled out of the bushes and sprinted out towards the battle field.

No one noticed her until it was too late.

Two ki balls had formed in Vegeta hand and he brought them together slowly shouting, "FINAL FLASH!" Sending the rather large thing towards the ground, towards Yamcha who had growled deep in his throat, braced himself and prayed to the Gods that he could reflect this without hurting some one.

Towards Bulma who was now a couple steps away from getting right into the path of the ki ball.

Vegeta saw her first and his first emotion was irritation. What the fuck was she doing? But then he saw where she was heading and something inside of him started to pound so loud he was sure it'd bust through his chest. It took him a moment to realize it was his heart.

Yamcha saw her next. He caught a glimpse of her blue hair in his peripheral vision, turned slightly and fear instantly stuck through his body. His eyes widened and he looked up at the fast approaching energy beam and didn't know what to do. Could he deflect the beam in time before it hit her or should he just save her and see what happened?

No, it'd destroy everything. It'd kill all the humans around here.

DAMN.

The spectators saw her next and they started to scream and yell and point and scramble away, some praying for the safety of the blue haired heiress and others praying for their own safety.

Yamcha dodged for his girlfriend in a last ditch effort, cradling her in his arms and trying to roll out of the way. Bulma, who had finally seen the ki ball, screamed and closed her eyes.

It was going to hit them. She was going to die. Yamcha was going to die.

That was the last thing on her mind before a bright light flashed and an explosion rocked the ground.

I know what you all are thinking; Man Vegeta is such a jackass!

Well yes but his faults are why we love him. And, don't worry, this is still a V/B. I'm sure most of you are like; well there is he B/V at!? I'll get better, trust me. It's just that I'm not a Yamcha hater and I don't like bashing him so he looks pretty good, huh? ^_^

But he isn't all that. I mean, who do you think is going to save them? ^_~ Whoops. Gave away too much already.

Review and I'll update! (I'll update either way really, haha.)