Chapter Three
"Bulma where are you" Bulma could hear her mother shouting as she rushed to make herself more presentable by pulling down her night gown and grabbing her ripped knickers of the floor.
Vegeta had pulled his pants up and was gone before she was even off the table. She could hear her mother walking towards the kitchen, she sat down quickly pulling her self under the table.
"In here mum"
"Oh Bulma honey you're still awake, darling you look all flushed what's wrong?"
"Nothing I'm just really tiered, why are back I thought you would been gone for weeks" she asked a little of disappointment escaped her lips.
"Well the meeting got cancelled so we decided to come back and wait for it to be rescheduled"
Just as her mother finished Bulma's father walked in looking very tiered holding a suitcase
"Hello dear why are you up so late?"
"I couldn't sleep but I'm starting to feel tiered now so I'll go to bed" she stood up carefully and walked past her parents waiting for them to enter the kitchen before she began to walk up stairs, just in case her mother notice that she had to underwear on.
"OK dear night"
she called from the kitchen she could hear her father putting the kettle on and her mother opening the fridge.
Bulma ran upstairs and straight into her bedroom.
"What the hell happened down there" she whispered to herself "I almost slept with Vegeta"
If only her parents didn't interrupt them she could be possibly be having the best sex of her life!
'I wonder what he's thinking? I need to lye down'
"What the hell was I thinking, I'm with Yamcha" well she thought she was.
She looked at the clock which was sitting next to the phone, maybe she should call him after all he did miss their date.
She push speed dial one and let the number ring.
I didn't take long before he answered.
"Hay babe what's up"
"Hay not a lot really" she lied "Just wondering why you missed are date?"
"That was tonight, Bulma I'm so sorry I ran into a friend and we got talking. I really screwed up didn't I?"
Bulma could feel the guilt rising in her throat how could she even possible think about Vegeta when she had a boyfriend.
Whatever happened down stairs was a moment of passion and nothing more, she would never even speak or think about it again.
'Man he was a good kisser though'
"Bulma are you there?"
"Oh yeah sorry Yamcha I just drifted away. Who did you bump into anyway"
Silence.
"No one you know" he replied after a moment.
"Where did you know them from?"
"Ummm we used to work together when I played baseball"
"Oh another player"
"No but they were a member of the team, sort off anyway how was your day"
Something didn't seam right Bulma thought she knew all the players and Yamcha's voice was getting high and almost in the 'squeaky' phase.
Was he lying about meeting someone, did he just forget and was making things up she wasn't in the mood for games.
"Yamcha are you lying" she snapped down the phone "If you just forgot them own up"
"I didn't babe honest"
"Then who did you meet"
"A friend"
"What friend" why would he not tell her unless...
"Was this friend a girl!"
"Yeah"
Not that Bulma minded that Yamcha had girls who were friends after all all her friends were guys or aliens. But some of Yamcha so called friends were not looking friendship and there was only one person who Bulma didn't get on with out of Yamcha's baseball team.
"Yamcha did you meet up with Crissy?"
"Yeah but I didn't do it on purpose she knows were together"
"Yamcha you didn't turn up for our romantic date even though I text you three hours before to remind you because you were with that whore Crissy!"
"She's not a whore Bulma she's a good friend"
"No she a bad whore who sleeps with the team, I don't really care that you missed our date but I do care that you missed it because of HER!"
"Bulma your always so controlling cant you just chill out"
"WHAT!"
"I mean you want to much from me first you want me to settle down and now your saying who I cant be friends with"
"What the hell are you saying Yamcha that you want to go and have drinks with whores and not have dinner with me, is that it"
"No I'm not saying that your twisting my words"
"Then what are you trying to say"
"I don't know you'll got me all muddled and now I'm confused"
This was getting her nowhere this was meant to be an easy telephone call so she didn't feel so guilty about Vegeta but no it sounds like he was trying to brake up with her.
She knew that lately Yamcha had been distancing himself that's why she planned the meal. Bulma took a deep breath and said her next sentence calmly
"Yamcha do you want to be with me or not please be honest because I don't want to be messed around"
"Bulma I do love you I mean your amazing. but lately it feels like you want more than I can give. I don't think I'm ready to give up my single life yet"
It was now her turn to be silent so Yamcha didn't want to be with her, he didn't care enough to meet for dinner and he would rather fuck a dirty whore than be with her.
"Bulma are you upset? I'm really sorry but I've been feeling this way for a while and we can still be friends right?"
"No I'm not upset" it was the truth she didn't feel angry or sad. All her crying she did down stairs was pointless, Yamcha wasn't worth it.
"Your not?"
"No I think its for the best I think your right. Plus the sex was getting boring"
