Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Any Woman, Anytime, Anywhere... ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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AN: Yeah, I noe. U guyz all think itz really weird that I had Bulma go out with Yamcha, but thatz the charm (think triangle) and itz also whatz goin' to make the story get pretty angsty. Thnx for reading! And don't forget to review!!!

Chapter Five:

Bulma and Yamcha were due to go out to Western City Cinemas at seven o'clock. It was already eight-thirty, and Bulma sat impatiently beside the door, waiting for her date to arrive.

Ding-Dong…

"Finally," Bulma sighed, as she dusted off her skirt, and stood up. Her angers immediately melted away when she say Yamcha standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

"Sorry I'm late, babe." Yamcha smiled, making Bulma's heart stop. "Forgive me? I got caught up at the florist, and then there was the horrible traffic…" Bulma shook her head, but betrayed a small smile of forgiveness, and said.

"Yeah, whatever. These flowers are gorgeous! Here, let me go get a vase, and put them in some water. Come in for a second…" And she grabbed the bouquet and ran off. Yamcha stood awkwardly in the foyer, and put the chocolates down on the hall table, a few minutes later, Bulma rushed back. "We all set?" Yamcha asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Bulma nodded, and led him out the door. They reached Yamcha's brand-new, black Lexus sitting at the curb. The couple slid in, and sped off to the theater.

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Vegeta was sitting in his dorm, after just finished a hard workout in the campus weight room. He stretched out, and put on a t-shirt over his khaki shorts, and glanced around. He was bored out of his mind, and wasn't going to talk to anyone. The newspaper sat there, opened up to the Movies Section. A brightly splashed ad caught his eye.

"A new suspenseful thriller, with the tingling background of romance!" Vegeta murmured, pulling up the paper. "Ah, what the hell. Might as well, there's nothing else to do. Maybe the woman will want to go…" he said, suddenly remembering the bet. He picked up his cell phone, and was about to dial Bulma's number, when he caught himself. "Screw the bitch, I'm going to go out-I'm having this damn bet rule my life." With that, Vegeta grabbed his keys, and left the dormitory.

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Bulma and Yamcha walked into the theater, practically clinging off of each other. They had stopped at Jones' Height, and shared a very…erm…intense moment, and now could barely keep their hands off each other. Giggling, Bulma stepped up to the ticket desk to buy tickets when Yamcha mentioned that he had forgotten his wallet.

"Hey, cutie." Yamcha said to the girl behind the concession counter. "Are those Gummy Tits…I mean Tots, really good?" he asked, practically drooling down her low-cut shirt, and ample bosom. The pink-haired girl giggled and snapped her gum loudly, pushing herself over the counter even closer to him.

"I don't know, you wanna find out?" she asked, dragging a finger seductively down his chest.

"Yamcha!" Bulma called out. "Hey,are you getting something to eat? I thought you forgot your money." She said, approaching with the tickets clutched in her hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the girl's chest pressed practically against Yamcha, but she didn't comment.

"Uh, no, actually…um…Bulma." Yamcha stuttered, backing away several feet. "…er…I was wondering if you knew…um…Aimee. D'you wanna get some popcorn?" He said, glancing at her nametag. Aimee rolled her eyes, and sighed in mock disappointment.

"Nah, that's all right," she said, wrapping a possesive arm around Yamcha's, "the movie's about to start. It was nice to meet you…Aimee…" she said, shooting a smug glance at the girl. Yamcha and Bulma walked away, and got on the line to go to the screening rooms.

"You know, Yamcha." Bulma mumured in his ear. "If she was forcing you to do something you didn't want to-you could always say no."

"I know, babe." Yamcha said, snorting a bit. She honestly thought that she was forcing him on her. "Don't worry, you got there just in time before anything happened. I mean, I don't want to do something I don't want to do." Somehow, Bulma missed the sarcastic note, and smiled and nodded.

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Vegeta pulled up into the parking lot, and found a spot. He walked out of his car and into the cinemas. Before he bought his ticket though, he spotted a familiar blue head bobbing on a line, and an unfamiliar black one next to her. He felt a certain strangeness wash over him. It was something he never felt before. In fact, his jaw tightened, and his whole figure went taut, as though he was a lion, about to pounce on his unlucky prey. He stayed like that, his fist clenching so tightly that it actually drew blood. It wasn't until the pain sunk in, that he relaxed slightly. His eyes narrowed, and his hands began playing with a small ki ball that had formed unconsciously in his hands. He regained his composure when he heard Krillin's taunting voice echoing in his mind…"Any woman, anytime, anywhere."

"Hmph," he snorted aloud. "I'm not going to let any woman dictate me." with that, movie forgotten, he stalked out of the theater. It wasn't until he reached the interior of his car, that it sunk in. Vegeta was feeling an emotion he had never felt before. Possesiveness, outrage, and even disappointment, he had all felt before. But this one was different…it was something he had never felt before…like all those emotions rolled into one. Too distracted to drive, Vegeta walked out of his car, locked it, and took to the air. He'd better fly around for awhile, try to figure out the emotions running through his head, and why he felt this way.

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"Damn, damn, damn." Krillin muttered, pacing back and forth in the gym. "What the hell am I going to do? Vegeta looks like he's gonna win this, and I'm friggin broke. 18's been nagging me about our anniversary next week. And she wants this 100 zeni bracelet at Mikala's Jewels. I need that money, fast! What the hell am I going to do?"

"Hey Krillin!" Marron greeted walking into the room, with a duffel bag and a set of dumbells. "What's up?"

"Marron…" Krilin accosted, still distracted. "Marron! Eureka! I've got it!"

"Uh…um…yeah. You all right, K?" Marron asked.

"Yea, I'm great!" he answered, "better than ever."

"O-o-ok." Marron said slowly, pulling her boombox out of the bag.

"Wait, listen, Mar." he said. "Do you still like Vegeta?" Marron gave him an exasperated, what-do-you-think look. "I thought so." Krillin mused.

"Yeah, well he's hooked up with Bulma now, so I'm pretty sure that he won't go out with me," Marron sighed wistfully, running through her CD case.

"I'm not so sure about that…" Krillin began.

"Really?" Marron said listlessly. "What? You want Bulma, or Vegeta?"

"Marron," Krillin rolled his eyes. "I'm not like that. But, I do have a surefire plan to break up the two-for good."

"Nani?" Marron asked, walking over to the short, little monk. "You've got my attention, speak." And with that, Krillin spilled out his devious plan to Marron, whispering in her ear exactly what they were to do.

"Oh…" Marron smiled naughtily. "I like this…I like this a lot…" when he finished. Krillin smiled back at her satisfactorily. Yep, everything was going to be fine.

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AN: It's kinda short…but the next chapter will make up for it. I hope *crosses fingers, and squints eyes shut* Thnx for reading, as always!!!! And a lil teaser for what's to come: Krilin and Marron, exactly what are they planning?!?!?! And Vegeta, what was HE feeling?!?!?! Marron and Krillin put their plan in action, Bulma talks to ChiChi and 18 about this Yamcha/Vegeta situation. Goku talks to Vegeta and has a moral dilemma, of whether or not to withdraw from the wager. Enjoy!!!! Don't forget, review, review, review.

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