Later on that day, Vegeta walked toward Piccolo and the rest of the team, hand-in-hand with Bulma. Yamcha was shooting daggers at both of them, and Vegeta shot them right back, narrowing his eyes. He could feel the hatred rising in his chest and he prayed to anything that Yamcha would somehow end up on the other team. For the love of all that is sacred, someone be sick or something…

"Vegeta!" Piccolo broke the tension with a swift smack to the back.

"Hn?" Vegeta looked at him, making sure he was fully aware of the anger welling inside of him. "I don't think I can do this, man…" He said quietly, gesturing over to Yamcha.

Piccolo smirked. "You're in luck, then. Someone on the other team wussed out and now Yamcha is all yours. Go get him, Steam."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Didn't that nickname stop after I quit football last year?"

"Never." Piccolo laughed, walking into the group of team mates. "Now hurry up."

Vegeta looked over at Bulma, sighing. "I'm really sorry about how I act when I'm around some people. Like him." He looked over at Yamcha again. "It's just… something about that guy… I've never really liked him…"

"Well… he is my ex-boyfriend."

Vegeta's eyes widened. "That asshole is your ex?" Vegeta smirked, which turned into a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with some type of strange hope. "Tell me he hit you. Yelled at you. Cheated on you. Anything. Please. I know it sounds strange, but if I could just have a reason to hate him…"

Bulma laughed. "You're a strange one. But yeah, he did."

"Did….?"

"He cheated and lied and all that other stuff…."

Vegeta became serious. "He hit you?"

"No… well, once, yeah, but…"

"But nothing." Vegeta quickly kissed her cheek. "Game time!" And with that, he ran off toward his team, joining their huddle.

Bulma walked over and sat on the ground next to Chi-Chi and 18, who had finally shut up about Vegeta. "Hey B!" Chi-Chi smiled, handing her a soda. "Think your boy is gonna beat on Yamcha?"

Bulma shrugged. "Oh, probably."

"You know… he's kind of violent, isn't he?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"At least he didn't stab anybody!"

Chi-Chi smacked her arm. "You shush." They both laughed, watching the game. Vegeta was playing quarterback for some reason, probably because Piccolo didn't want to have to deal with him pummeling Yamcha just yet. Unfortunately, though, as Vegeta was making a pass, Yamcha blindsided him and tackled him to the ground. The girls' eyes widened, looking back and forth from each other to the scene on the field.

Vegeta stood up, shoving Yamcha's chest. "You son of a bitch…" He grabbed Yamcha by the collar and raised his fist to hit him when Piccolo ran over and broke the two of them up.

"Now, now, Vegeta…. Remember what I told you."

"Yeah… well… you can be QB, I'm switching you positions." And Vegeta walked away toward the back of the group. Come on, you prick, catch the ball… Vegeta begged as the other team's quarter back threw the ball. Vegeta kept his eyes firmly planted on Yamcha and ran towards him. Right as Yamcha jumped into the air to catch the ball, Vegeta's shoulder came into contact with his stomach, sending him flipping through the air, landing on his stomach. He dropped the ball. Vegeta picked it up and ran all the way down for a touchdown, spiking the ball down as his team cheered.

"What the hell, Vegeta?" Yamcha screamed from his spot on the field. "You can't just do that to someone who isn't wearing pads?"

"In case you haven't realized, none of us are wearing pads, jackass!" He yelled back.

They all took their positions on the field again, this time Yamcha was QB for the other team, figuring that Vegeta wouldn't be getting close to him since he was supposed to be trying to intercept the ball, not sack the QB. Unfortunately for him, Vegeta had other plans. As Yamcha raised his arm, looking for someone to throw the ball to, Vegeta ran straight through the other players, running over-top of them. He jumped and landed squarely on top of Yamcha, who somehow didn't drop the ball as he landed on his back, the wind being knocked clear out of him. Vegeta leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. "You should be glad this is only football. Imagine if it were rugby." Vegeta laughed, walking away from him.

Piccolo laughed and gave Vegeta a friendly punch to the chest. "You're a beast, you know that?"

Vegeta nodded. "Well, hey, I don't think Yamcha's going to be playing for awhile, so I think I'm gonna head out too. Fairness and all that jazz, you know." Vegeta smirked and Piccolo pulled him in for a bro-hug.

"Alright, man, see you around."

"See ya, man." Vegeta walked over and sat next to the girls on the ground. "Hey, B." He smiled, kissing her cheek.

"That wasn't nice." Bulma said, trying not to smile.

"You didn't mind it one bit and you know it." He laid back on the ground, hands resting behind his head.

"No… No, I didn't." Bulma laughed.

Vegeta rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. "So… what do we have in store today?"

"Well, first off, how are your stitches after all that rough-housing?"

Vegeta lifted his shirt up, examining his stomach. "They're fine, babe." He looked back up at her and smirked. "You didn't want to know how my stitches were doing, you little perv." He lowered his shirt and laid his head on her lap. "I kinda wanna watch the rest of this game, if that's okay. Gotta see if my team wins. And be here in case someone gets injured."

"Fair enough." Bulma smiled, running her fingers through his hair.

"Hey, B."

"Hmm?"

"When we leave here…"

"Yeah?"

"Are we still going to see each other?"

Bulma looked down at him as he rolled over to look up at her. "Of course we are. Why do you ask?"

"Well…." He looked away momentarily. "I sort of…. Maybe… might have signed up for the military…."