Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonded by Pain and Blood ❯ Chapter 7

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Bulma arrived at Yamcha's shortly after leaving the Son house. All she wanted at this point was just a loving shoulder to lean on. She has leaned on Yamcha's shoulders so many times in the past, and he hardly ever let her down. All the stressing over Vegeta has worn her down to the bone. Learning of his past pushed her to her emotional breaking point, and what she needed was for some one to remind her that she is not as alone as Vegeta was.

Bulma hugged her shoulders and shivered as if she were cold. She wished it were someone else's strong arms around her instead.

"I just want to be loved right now." She thought as she knocked on his door.

Seconds later, the door cracked open and out popped Yamcha's head. He smiled and opened the door all the way, and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

"Hey Bulma," just then he noticed her puffy eyes "You ok? You look like you've been crying." He said with concern.

"Oh…just stuff getting to me. We'll get on to that later. First, why did you need to see me right away? You sounded urgent."

"Yeah, I guess I'm a little nervous. I suppose I wanted to get this over with before I lost my nerve." He said not looking directly at her. Bulma looked slightly confused. "Come inside, I'll explain."

Yamcha opened the door to his apartment and let her inside first. Yamcha put his arm around her shoulders as he led her into the living room. The person she saw sitting on the couch made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Yamcha? What's he doing here?" She asked suspiciously.

HE just happened to be the store clerk from the time when Bulma was shopping for swimsuits with Yamcha. She remembered with clarity how he came on to her Yamcha. Her breathing started to speed up.

"Bulma, this is Jason. He and I have been…talking, lately. I've asked him to come over, because I need to explain something to you."

"Hey sugar." Jason said from the couch.

"Ok," she said weakly "shoot."

"Bulma," Yamcha took her hands into his. "When I first met you, I thought you were the answer to all my problems. I thought if I dated you, then I would lose my fear of girls. I didn't know we would take it this far. While I've been with you, I've been denying something about myself.

Yamcha sighed and looked down at her fingers as if to summon up more courage. Of all the battles he fought, he had never felt fear quite like this.

"Bulma…I'm…I'm"

"SPIT IT OUT YAMCHA!!" Bulma screamed

Yamcha moved his lips, but nothing came out.

"What was that?" She asked

"gay" he whispered.

Bulma was stiff with shock. Her mouth was gaping open and was staring at the floor. She thought she was either going to faint or be sick.

"BRAVO!" Said the guy on the couch, breaking the silence "He's out of the closet! I'm so proud of you Yammie!"

Bulma whirled on the man. "He's not Yammie. And he not gay." She said with deadly calmness. Her fists were clenched so tight her nails were drawing blood "He's my Yamcha, and we're getting married and going to live happily ever after LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE."

Jason stood up and got in her face "Sorry to shatter your dreams girlfriend, but wake up and smell the Mocha Java. Yamcha is what he is, sweetheart, and if you're any kind of a friend, you'd better realize that!"

She turned back to Yamcha "How could you do this to me after all this time. I thought you loved me!" Tears were rolling down her face. "You said you loved me. You fuck, you bastard! How could you do this to me!"

Yamcha grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her square in her aqua eyes. "I'm not doing this to you to hurt you. I do love you, Bulma, but not in the way you thought I do.

You are my best friend in the whole wide world. I need you to act like my friend, cuz what I'm doing now is the hardest thing I've ever done in my whole life. I need your support! Let's just talk right now `k?"

Bulma wiggled out of his grasp. She looked at the two men and shook her head. She just couldn't believe what she was hearing. Everything she was planning on for the future lay broken at her feet. Yamcha made a movement towards her, bud she stepped back, glaring at him in hatred.

"Fuck you, Yamcha! You and I are over with! You hear me? Don't ever speak to me again." With that, she ran out the door and was gone.

"Bulma wait! Bulma I'm sorry!" Yamcha yelled out the door. When he saw that she wasn't coming back, he crumpled into a heap on the floor. Jason kneeled down behind him and put his arms around Yamcha's shoulders. Yamcha leaned into his embrace and started to cry softly onto his shoulder.

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The Next Day: 6pm

"How long has she been in there?" Bunny Briefs asked to her husband.

"Since she came back yesterday. What's gotten her like this? I've never seen her act this way before. She won't even come out to eat or anything. She hasn't even been to her lab."

"I called Goku and he said she went to Yamcha's after she left."

Dr. Briefs scratched his mustache. He always did that when he was excited. "Yamcha! If he did anything to my little…"

"They broke up honey." Bunny interrupted "He said he told her he was gay. I wonder why Bulma would break up with him if he were happy?"

Dr. Briefs slapped himself on the forehead. He didn't exactly marry his wife for her brains you know.

"No Bunny, he meant that he likes men."

"Well, my best friend is a woman. Why would she bre…"

"HE'S ATTRACTED TO MEN DEAR." He interrupted.

"Oh…" She said blushing

"At least he told her the truth straight out instead of letting her find out on her own."

Suddenly, Bulma's door swung open, revealing the blue haired goddess in her clubbing outfit. She was wearing a pair of skin tight red leather pants and a black sequined top that looked more like half a napkin wrapped around her chest. On her feet were a pair of chunky black boots. She had no makeup on, save for her blood red lips.

"I'm going out" She stated. She walked past her stunned parents towards the front door.

"Honey wait a minute! Don't you want to talk about this?" Her lavender haired father asked (Yes that's right, Dr. Briefs has whiteish lavender hair. Where else do you think Trunks got his coloring from?)

Bulma spun around to face them. "I'm done talking! I just want to go out and have fun. Is that too much to ask for?"

"But when will you be back?" asked her mother

"When I'm back!" She turned and went out the front door running into a sweaty and shirtless Vegeta.

"Watch it, eggplant!" she screeched. She shoved him out of the way, got into her black Porsche and left.

"What bug crawled up her ass?" he muttered, his tail lashing out violently behind him. Vegeta walked into the kitchen where he was expecting dinner, but instead saw the mother of the woman sobbing and the Dr. comforting her.

"Who died?" he asked in his Vegeta style

"Bulma…" the mother of the woman moaned

"No she isn't you stupid woman, I ran into 5 seconds ago." He said crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway with his eyes closed.

"No Vegeta," Dr. Briefs said looking up from his wife, "What she meant to say is that Bulma has gone out to Kami knows where to do Kami know what because she had a traumatic break up with Yamcha."

Vegeta's eyes snapped open.

"Wait! I have an idea!" exclaimed the Dr., "Vegeta, how would you like to keep an eye out for Bulma while she's out. She's bound to get into some major trouble with the state she's in." Vegeta was about to object until the old genius said, "I'll make it worth your while."

"Go on.." Said a semi-interested Vegeta

"If you watch out for Bulma tonight, I'll upgrade the gravity machine so that it goes up to 700g's and new training bots complete with artificial intelligence just to make them more challenging."

"I'm not running a babysitting service, you know." The Prince said harshly

"I'll throw in a weeks worth of your favorite meal; Lasagna!" chirped in Mrs. Briefs

"DEAL!"

TTFN that's all for now

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