Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Decisions ❯ One Very Bad Decision ( Chapter 4 )

Vegeta walked into the stadium. He had seen Bulma go in a little while ago. He heard their voices, but couldn't tell where they were coming from; the place had such a strong echo. He finally found them at the batting cages, but what he saw... Bulma was hugging Yamcha. Had she forgiven him? Even taken him back? His mind whirled with all sorts of possibilities. He felt betrayed. He turned and began to walk away

Bulma broke from Yamcha and ran to meet Vegeta, calling his name. He stopped in the corridor. She ran up to him, but he was the first to speak.

"What was that?"

"What? Yamcha and I?" Vegeta nodded slowly. "We've decided to remain friends. I'm going to help him through AA."

"So he'll stop drinking. Good, he needs every brain cell he can get." Bulma laughed a bit. Vegeta loved it when she laughed. "So you and Yam-head are over?"

"Totally and completely."

"Great." He grabbed her by the waist and drew her to him. She giggled as he kissed her. "What's so funny?"

"Well, I just realized that as a little girl, I had always dreamed I would be rescued from my life by a prince and we would live happily ever after, just like Snow White."

"Well, I am a prince, that must make you Snow White." She laughed as he picked her up in his arms and carried her outside. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He flew her home, both thoroughly enjoying the trip. He had that sexy smirk on, making her melt as she snuggled against his strong chest. He landed on the balcony to her room and set her on her feet. She swung open the French doors, making the calming colors of her room explode with light. "So, when do I rescue you?"

"You already have."

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Yamcha watched as Bulma chased after Vegeta. He had lost her, he knew it. he would never have her back. It made him so depressed.

"I think I need a drink." He left the batting cage and got into his convertible. He put on his shades and drove down the busiest street, waving at people who recognized him as a pro baseball player. He noticed a trio of twenty-year-old girls trying to hail a cab, but getting no success. He pulled up to them. "Need a lift?"

"Oh my gosh! It's Yamcha! That baseball player I was telling you about!"

"No way! Oh, he's WAY hotter than you made him out to be."

"Yeah, could you take us to Macys?"

"Sure thing, girls, hop in." They all climbed in and skidded off down the road. A half-hour later, Yamcha arrived at his favorite drinking spot. He climbed out, set the car alarm, and walked in to be welcomed by his friends. "Hey guys!"

"Hey, it's Yamcha! How you doin'?"

"Just fine. My girl left me for another guy, so I'm takin' one last binge before joining AA." The room grew silent.

"AA? What do you need that for? You ain't no alcoholic!"

"Yes I am, I admit that. Bulma was right. Although one more couldn't hurt, you know?"

"Yeah!" The bartender slid him a bottle of beer and he downed it, as if it was nothing. The night continued on like that, glass after glass. He got drunker and drunker. He finally passed out on the floor and his 'buddies' rolled him onto his stomach so he wouldn't drown if he got sick. An hour passed, and he hadn't moved. Eventually, the bartender called closing time and they tried to wake up Yamcha. They got on the phone to call him a cab, but one guy called out.

"Get off the phone with the cab! Get this guy an ambulance!" They called the EMS, and when they arrived, they diagnosed him with alcohol poisoning. He was still alive, but barely.

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