Vegeta laid in the shade, his head in Bulma's lap, gently snoozing, as the latter ran fingers through dark hair. The strands were thick and feathery to the touch, Bulma found, and she grinned at Yamcha who looked over, bewildered.
"Is he... purring?" He asked, a confused expression on his face, as he heard a soft rumbling sound from Vegeta's vibrating chest. Bulma giggled, "looks like," and continued to brush his hair with her fingers.
The ex-bandit blinked. Here he was, standing in front of his ex-girlfriend, who was in nothing but a swimsuit, cuddling with his murderer on the beach.
Wordlessly he handed the blue-haired woman a drink, and took a sip from his can, settling down Vegeta's unopened Sprite at the foot of the tree. Bulma popped the tab on her's with one hand, the other moved to scratch the snoozing saiyan by the ear.
Yamcha blinked again. He just left for ten minutes, to get them some drinks. Ten. Minutes!
Ten minutes ago Bulma was smearing on some sunscreen, while the saiyan was grumbling training (or the lack of it), when he left, and ten minutes later Vegeta was sleeping and using Bulma as a pillow, the rest of him curled up at her side as he dozed.
"He must be exhausted," she quipped, and Yamcha was snapped out of his trance.
"He has really started to train a whole lot more vigorously now," it seemed Bulma was talking to herself, "he locked himself in the GR for three days then. It took him forever to come out, and then I practically forced him to come relax a day," she smiled almost wistfully, looking at the saiyan adoringly, "he works too hard."
The scarred-face human felt a pang of jealously. Did she ever look at me like that?
"Well," she sighed, "I'm starting to sound like my mother. Next thing you know I'll be baking cookies and planting flowers and telling myself that 'young and handsome Mr. Vegeta is husband material'..."
"She says that?"
Bulma glanced up. "Yea... quite often actually."
Yamcha frowned. He never heard Mrs Briefs say that.
He looked down again, at Bulma. Still stroking Vegeta's hair.
"Do... do you think he is?"
"Wha-?"
"Husband material." Yamcha hesitated, "do you think Vegeta could be..."
There was a long pause. "Yes."
Bulma shook her messy blue hair. "Vegeta... I'm sure he can show love. He's not all bad as we make him out to be. He's like a teddy bear in armor..."
"...he just hasn't found the right person yet." Bulma's gaze dropped sadly.
Yamcha's heart broke. Maybe...
He looked over at Bulma, smiling tenderly at the sleeping saiyan.
Maybe... Yamcha sighed in defeat, maybe he has.