Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ Accidental death ( Chapter 31 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: cha

Chapter 31 - Accidental Death

Note: I don't own DBZ

Warning! Some heavy lemon action in this chapter, please do not read if this type of content offends!

{} means as always the characters thoughts

Finally! On with the story…….

Bulma wearily rubbed her free hand over her eyes, streaking herself with grease as she did so. She had been working alone for the best part of an hour, completing the final touches on the gravity chamber, checking over her shoulder every couple of minutes to see if Vegeta had finally arrived back from his sparring session with Goku, not putting her trust into searching him out by her mind. Sighing, Bulma laid down her wrench after tightening the last bolt and slumped on the metal floor, leaning against the curved wall of the chamber, almost wistfully glancing at the door as she did so. She hugged herself against the growing coolness in the air, and felt herself getting cold but stubbornly refused to enter the house until Vegeta came back. Dusk was approaching rapidly, the shadows becoming long as the light from the sun began to fade and the stars began to emerge. She closed her eyes and recalled the afternoon spent alone with her father.

After Radditz had left, she and her father had a heart to heart chat, something they had not done in years. The conversation was long and sometimes stilted, mostly due to her reticence in revealing too much of her knowledge of Vegeta's recent past, knowing that her father would not look upon his past actions kindly. Bulma hated keeping secrets from her father who was the only man save Vegeta who understood her totally. She knew he did not deserve such a deceitful daughter, but what was done was done, there was no way or backing out now. After the deep and meaningful conversation had run its course, they moved onto the very much lighter subject of the technology information that Bulma had been able to obtain during her 7 month stay on Station Delta. It was this sort of information along with Bulmas and Jocks inventiveness that kept Capsule Corporation at the top of it's game well ahead of any of it nearest rivals.

Finally Jock had succumbed to exhaustion and left Bulma to her own devices, as it was not necessary for him to assist her further. He knew deep within his heart that Bulma was withholding information about Vegeta, but he was so very pleased to have her back home, he decided then and there to let the matter rest, forever. He stumbled away, eager for the food and warmth his home would provide, knowing that Sarah would have anticipated his arrival and dinner would already be on the table. He glanced behind at the chamber which contained his equally weary daughter, still working diligently on the creation which had sprung up in the garden during the day, tempted to go back and help her finish the work.

Bulma's legs suddenly began to cramp due to the position they had effectively been folded into for some time, and so she slowly and painfully rose to her feet, alternately stretching and contracting the muscles to relieve some of the pain. She exited the chamber, satisfied with her work and walked around the expansive garden, looking up at the heavens at the multitude of stars glistening in the dark sky surrounding the new moon, signalling the beginning of a new month of the year. As she gazed into the night sky, Bulma realised that all too soon the peace and tranquillity she was enjoying would be torn apart by the imminent arrival of Freeza. If destiny was to play a cruel trick on them all and give the inhabitants of Earth only one more month of life, then she was determined to live her last days to the fullest surrounded by her family, friends and most importantly, Vegeta. So engrossed was Bulma in her thoughts that did not notice Radditz exit the house and stand beside her to gaze up into the skies.

He cleared his throat self consciously to gain Bulma's attention, once again damning himself as he rested his greedy eyes on her beautiful pale face, framed by her flowing waves of blue hair, making him tighten his tail around his waist to prevent it in making contact with her. Bulma jumped slightly at the sound, before relaxing again upon realising that it was Radditz and not some uninvited intruder. "Do you think Vegeta can defeat Freeza, Radditz?" Bulma whispered softly, causing Radditz move closer to hear her quiet words.

"If anyone is capable of such a feat, then Prince Vegeta is the one to destroy him." He replied with a tinge of bitterness in his tone.

Bulma gave him a brief tight smile at his reply. Radditz was a handsome man in his prime, and Bulma was regretful at the way the fates had in their own twisted way, decided that he was to remain alone, if only for the time being. She wanted to sooth Radditz; let him know that there was someone out there who was perfect for him. "If things had been different Radditz," she started, but Radditz cut off the rest of her sentence. "Things are not different, Bulma. Do you know what it is to be bonded to someone and never be able to give him or her what you wish to?" Radditz's head hung down, his eyes tightly closed in his mental and emotional anguish. "Not through any fault of your own or theirs but," his voice quavered and hitched as he tried to unsuccessfully hold himself together. "Only because your were not born the right person for them?"

Bulma turned to look at the wounded man next to her and knew that it was she that he spoke of. She could only give him friendship, not what he really wanted from her. {If only you knew how much pain I went through with Yamcha}. "I understand more than you know Radditz." She replied softly, hesitantly placing her hand on his, and stroked it soothingly.

Radditz turned his hands with the palms upward, the fingers curling to grasp her soft hand, fully intending to give her a light squeeze of reassurance that he would in time, recover. His desire to do more than touch her though made him drop his hands before enclosing her hand, and with a stifled groan of lust he spun on his heel and departed before he did something he would sorely regret. As Radditz walked away, a little part of himself hoped beyond hope that Bulma would call out to him, tell him to stop, to come back, and to ask to give him comfort. But as seemed to be the case lately in his life, this was not the case, and he left Bulma to continue her vigil, not hearing her sad whispered words as he left. "The pain will end, Radditz, just give it time, give it time."

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"How did you know about my father?" rasped Vegeta, still sitting in the dirt, his body regaining some of its energy as he rested. Piccolo had left almost an hour ago, confident that both of the mighty warriors he left behind were not ready to tear each other apart again. Both men had sat quietly after Piccolo's departure, neither of them talking about the monumentus occurrence of Vegeta's near transformation. Vegeta had been buoyed by the surge in power, his confidence in avenging his people almost restored in that wondrous instant.

"Radditz." replied Goku, now also sitting up, almost fully recovered himself. "I asked him about my family and the subject drifted to yours."

"He had no right, Kakkarot!" Vegeta snapped, abruptly standing on his feet, fists clenched in anger.

Goku unthinkingly reached out a hand to calm the irate prince, earning himself a solid punch to the jaw. He fell back rubbing his jaw, feeling the bruise begin to emerge almost instantaneously, but grinned nonetheless as he retorted, "But it worked, didn't it, Vegeta?"

Vegeta growled, knowing that Goku was right and his anger dissipated somewhat. Without the taunts about his supposed inadequacy Vegeta would not have been so close to his goal. The worst thing was that in a strange twisted way, he owed the 3rd class warrior for his achievement. Vegeta shivered as he felt the temperature rapidly drop, and recognized that it was now time to go back to his temporary home, back to Bulma.

Goku watched with an interested eye at the change in Vegeta's expression, the beginnings of a broad smile showing on his tired and bloody face. In the small amount of time Goku had been exposed to Vegeta, he had noticed that Vegeta's normally stern facial features would soften ever so slightly when Bulma was on his mind. "Time to leave, I think." He said as he pushed himself onto his feet, glancing around the terrain. Soon night would fall completely and the occupants of the badlands would soon be in their element, using the darkness to rob and kill the unsuspecting. Goku flared his ki and began to rise into the dark sky to return to his Mt Paozu and his family. As he started to move away, he was halted by the gruff voice of Vegeta below him. "Kakkarot."

"Yes Vegeta?"

"I expect your presence at Capsule Corporation tomorrow. Be there."

Today Goku had earned the respect of his prince, although until yesterday he had not even been aware that Vegeta was the ruler of all Saiyans. Hell, he didn't even know he was a Saiyan until Kami had informed him two long weeks ago. He knew that with time, Vegeta would eventually trust him as well, and help him unlock the power within himself, raising his own power to the height of Vegeta's. "You can count on it." And then with the sudden burst of power, Goku vanished from sight.

After Radditz had retreated from the garden and the obvious temptation of Bulma, he wandered aimlessly around the complex, not paying any attention to where his feet decided to take him. Fate had been cruel to him in so many ways. His parents were dead, and the woman his soul had become bonded to belonged to another. In his mind he could hear the mocking laughter of Nappa still haunting him from beyond his ashy grave. So tormented was Radditz that he did not immediately realise that he had crashed into another person as he continued his aimless wandering, sending them sprawling to the floor.

"Hey! Asshole! Watch where you are going!" Came the outraged shriek of a female.

The shrill sound brought Radditz back to his senses and he looked down at the woman, on her hands and knees, scooping up her keys and cosmetics and stuffing them aggressively back into her bag. He blinked rapidly as his eyes focused before stooping down himself to help her. "I don't need your help, jerk. Just fuck off and try not to be so clumsy next time." She hissed as she rose to her feet, brushing her suit off and smoothing back her strands of blonde hair.

Radditz somewhat clumsily arose himself, and realised who the woman was. This was the woman he had been watching nearly all afternoon in some sort of a daze, trying to get the image of Bulma out of his mind. "Amanda?" He whispered softly.

"Yes?" She replied archly, and then glanced upwards at the moron who had sent her sprawling across the floor. "Radditz isn't it?"

Radditz replied with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, very pleased that she was unable to read his mind and discover the impure thoughts running rampant at this time. "My apologies. My mind and body were in two different places."

Amanda softened and felt a little ashamed at her abusive outburst seconds before. "Apology accepted Radditz." She looked at him quizzically for a moment or two, seeing not only the embarrassment, but also the strain on his face. Something or someone was troubling this man in the worst way. "Is there anything wrong?"

Radditz closed his eyes. "No, nothing is wrong."

"Well, if you need some help or just someone to talk to let me know, okay?" Amanda could not put her finger on why she had just said such a thing, because if he were a guest of the Briefs family surely one of them would be best to talk to. It was just not her way to make that kind of gesture towards a stranger. She glanced at Radditz, waiting for some kind of reply, her jade green eyes meeting his chocolate brown ones for only an instant, but for Amanda time seemed to stand still. She shook her head and walked away, suddenly not feeling like she could trust herself around this peculiar but exotic man. When they had first been introduced, the day before by Dr Briefs Amanda had felt the overwhelming desire to snatch her hand away, not liking or fully understanding the surge that had gone through her body at his light touch.

"That would be…….nice." Radditz replied hoarsely. Amanda turned her head and smiled warmly at him, letting him know she had heard Radditz's answer before continuing to the service elevator that would take her to the ground level having completed her day's work.

Radditz watched her leave and stood for a few minutes, attempting to make sense of the encounter, his mouth in a slight curl of puzzlement. This woman was undeniably interested in him, but his question was what should he do about it? Radditz had been looking for a distraction from Bulma and as if by divine magic, a solution had presented itself. He made a mental note to come down to the scientific wing at the same time tomorrow and discover if Amanda was not just giving him a promise she did not intend to keep. Then, with his soul feeling a little less heavy he made his way via the house elevator up to his room to sleep, this time hopefully without the tormenting dreams of the night before.

Bulma had finally given up on watching for Vegeta's return, feeling very foolish standing all alone in the garden like some love sick teenager, which she was not. After throwing a meal quickly together and eating it, Bulma retired her room and got into the shower, the warm water sluicing away the grease and the stiffness in her muscles. As she exited the bathroom, Bulma briefly glanced at the inviting softness of the bed but decided that she was not all that tired and instead dressed in a pair of pyjama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt, winding her long hair into a messy knot on top of her head, before proceeding to her living area and starting a fire to combat the chill in the air. She trawled through her extensive array of reading material before settling on one of her favourite books and bonelessly flopping onto one of her large overstuffed sofas to read it.

Vegeta had departed the badlands not long after Goku's exit, flying as fast as his energy level would allow him to do so. The chilly air bit into his skin, making Vegeta expend some more of his energy to keep warm. He could not help but smirk at the events of the day, now that his most fervent desire had been almost achieved, the ascension to Super Saiyan. And tomorrow, he would try again, pushing himself to the brink. One thing still irked him though, and that was the 3rd class Saiyan, Kakkarot or Goku, as he liked to call himself, fully taking on the persona of a human. From all of the old reports, Goku was supposed to be of a low power level, although high enough to have decimated the entire population of the Earth in the base form of an Oozaru. An accident of some sort must have occurred to delude him into believing that he was an Earthling for over 20 years. But as Goku had been unable or unwilling by some stroke of luck to complete his mission, then Vegeta realised with a rueful grin that he would never have met his soul mate or come so very close to achieving his goal, two events that would never have occurred if he was still in Freeza's icy grip. As he flew on, Vegeta could have sworn he could hear his fathers voice in his mind honouring him and the words made his face break into a genuine smile.

When he finally arrived at Capsule Corporation, Vegeta could see that some of the lights were still blazing, signifying that some of the occupants were still up and about. Quietly he strode into the main entrance of the house and ascended to the 2nd level, and as he walked into living area, was quietly gratified to see that Bulma was still awake, apparently engrossed in her book, lying comfortably on one of the sofas.

"So, how did the training go?" Bulma enquired, not even lifting her eyes from the book in front of her, even though it had failed to keep her interest once Vegeta had made his appearance.

Vegeta walked over to stand directly in front of her, not fooled by Bulma's feigned disinterest. "Adequately. Kakkarot had his moments." He grunted non-commitally, his eyes slowly travelling over her. Bulma put her book down and finally looked up at Vegeta, a sudden gasp of horror escaping her mouth as she took in his bloodied appearance. Trembling, she reached out to stroke the small gashes still present on his body, ever so slightly revolted by the blood, which spattered his clothing. Vegeta captured her hands in his own and kissed them briefly, muttering, "I am not injured, Bulma. Those little beans of Kakkarot's were very useful."

Her expression of revulsion turned to concern for Goku. "Good. You didn't hurt Goku too much, did you?"

Vegeta laughed, the harsh sound reverberating around the room, giving Bulma the chills. "Only when he was insubordinate." He looked down at the concerned face of Bulma and softened slightly. Bulma was after all a `friend' of Goku's. "Kakkarot is fine. I have requested his presence here tomorrow to continue what was started today. Is the chamber ready?" He kept the little detail of his almost ascending to Super Saiyan to himself, wanting to reveal his transformation when he was able to control to Bulma. Vegeta made sure that it was one little secret about himself that even Bulma would not discover.

Bulma smiled as she replied, relieved that Goku was fine and that she had been able to make herself useful while they had been sparring, but knew that Vegeta was hiding something from her. She resolved to find out his little secret later. "Yes. My father and I managed to get the controls to increase to a maximum of 300 times Earth's gravity. Will that be acceptable?"

"Yes." Grunted Vegeta as he settled himself next to Bulma on the sofa ignoring the fact that he was going to leave bloodstains on it, attempting to pull her into his arms. Bulma noticed this and shoved him off. "Go and get cleaned up, Vegeta. You may find blood a turn on, but I do not." She smirked as she recited those words so similar to his on Station Delta before their first sexual encounter. The truth be told, she had been just as frustrated at the constant interruptions and wanted nothing more than to have Vegeta's arms around her, giving her the pleasure she so craved. Vegeta smirked at the look of pure lust on her face and walked away to the bathroom, disrobing as he went, his tail unfurled and waving enticingly behind him, wordlessly giving Bulma an invitation to join him.

{No Vegeta, I have something better planned}.

{Oh really? He countered mentally, it better be good, I don't like to be disappointed}.

She tore her gaze away from his beautifully chiselled body and retreated into the kitchen to activate a domestic bot to prepare food while Vegeta was showering, a wicked smile firmly in place as she planned an experience that would satisfy them both.

Many miles away, Yamcha was propping himself up with shots of whiskey in a dingy bar deep in one of the less savoury areas of Satan city. He had been downing drinks steadily after Bulma's rejection that morning. The alcohol was not as he hoped; making him feels any better, and in fact it threw the whole sorry mess into sharper focus. Bulma's angry words had cut him to the bone. Yamcha had wanted her to see that things had changed, that he really did love her. After all the years they had spent together she had moved on, but he had not, conveniently forgetting that he had been the person who called the whole relationship off 7 months ago. He squinted through the smoky air, noting dimly that it if he stayed any longer he would no longer be able to walk and so after sculling back the burning alcohol, threw down a $50 note and departed, merging into the crowds of people making their way home from work.

Luckily for Yamcha his apartment was not far away, and he stumbled home alone, ignoring the whispered promises from the prostitutes now starting their nights work. Only one woman could satisfy his needs and she was now with another man. He would never have her back in his arms again. Upon reaching his home, Yamcha collapsed into his bed, still fully clothed and reeking of booze and promptly passed out.

Bulma stole into the bedroom and carefully laid out a robe for Vegeta to clothe himself in after his shower, and made a mental note to herself to obtain some clothing for him, as all his training clothing was almost in tatters and although the prospect of a naked Vegeta parading around every night was not unattractive he would need some suitable clothes for relaxing in. Carefully she avoided entering the bathroom, knowing that the wily prince would most likely pull her in with him. Smiling devilishly she picked up a black silk scarf from her drawers and left.

When Vegeta finally emerged from his shower, he discovered the robe on the bed and after drying himself off, clad himself in it and left in search of Bulma. He found her cross-legged on the thick-carpeted floor of the living area, a covered tray in front of her, and the black scarf pooled beside her. "About time, Vegeta," she purred, impatient to start what she had planned.

Vegeta sat down across from her and looked curiously at the tray, still covered in front of him. His enhanced sense of smell informed him that food was underneath the covering, but could not figure out the secrecy surrounding it. Bulma leaned forward close enough for Vegeta to feel her warm breath caress his neck as she spoke. "Relax Vegeta and do exactly as I say, okay?" Her breath caused shivers to run down his spine, but Vegeta regained his normal expressionless visage and growled back at her. "This better be worth it."

"Oh it will be Vegeta, I assure you." She replied smoothly, rising to her feet with the scarf in one hand. Bulma moved behind him, and loosened the robe so that his chest and back were exposed, running her hands lightly down his back until she reached his tail, giving it a brief caress. Bulma then pressed her breasts against his back and unravelled the scarf, bringing it around the front of Vegeta. "I'm going to blindfold you now Vegeta, but don't worry, this won't be unpleasant in the least." Swiftly she fastened it around his eyes, ensuring that Vegeta would not be able to see. "What kind of game is this?" Vegeta grunted, disliking the fact he could no longer see anything. "A game you will like, Vegeta." Bulma responded mysteriously.

She then broke her contact with Vegeta and moved around to be seated in front of him, moving the tray aside to give her room. Bulma removed the cover and picked up the closest piece of food, a strawberry. Placing it halfway in her mouth, Bulma advanced on the unsuspecting Vegeta, pressing her lips against his and forcing the sweet fruit into his mouth, causing him to stiffen ever so slightly at the intrusion into his mouth. He chewed momentarily then swallowed, relishing the taste of both the food and of Bulma's lips. Before he could voice his opinion however, Bulma continued to feed him with her lips, pushing pieces of exotic fruit and chocolate into Vegeta's mouth.

Despite his initial doubts about this little game Bulma was playing, Vegeta was beginning to enjoy himself, the touches of Bulma's sweet lips and the food making him grow hot with desire. He wanted to tear away the blindfold and rip off Bulma's clothes and pounce on her, make her scream with pleasure. Vegeta shifted slightly, ready to move, but Bulma stopped him before he could do so. "Patience, Vegeta, the best is yet to come." She moved forward and caressed his neck with a multitude of kisses, trailing down his collarbone before halting at his firm stomach. With each kiss, Vegeta's muscles tightened and fluttered, revealing his impatience. Then without any prior warning Vegeta felt something very cold and sticky being poured onto his chest, trails of the substance slowly dribbling down the hard plain of his stomach onto his hardened manhood. Bulma then pushed against him with the palms of her hands with a strength he didn't know she possessed. She leaned over his prone body and divested him of the robe, exposing his naked body to her gaze. Vegeta could still feel the coolness of the substance she had dribbled so liberally over his chest and then he felt her hot lips and tongue alternately kissing and licking up the mess she had created, causing him to involuntarily groan with the breathtaking sensations Bulma was giving him. Torturously, Bulma licked her way down his chest, then his stomach growing ever closer to his painfully hard erection. Her long blue hair had become unbound and brushed teasingly against it before Vegeta got the shock of his life as her moist tongue moved away from his stomach and slowly licked his manhood before enveloping it completely in her hot soft mouth. Vegeta could no longer hold back the pleasured grunts and groans from his mouth and tangled his hands into her hair as Bulma's mouth made love to him and her fingernails lightly grazed his stomach. As Vegeta groaned, he could hear her voice in his head, asking if he liked the `game' so far. {You will be the death of me woman}, he finally answered after a few moments.

Sensing that Vegeta was near to release, Bulma stopped her sweet torture, licking the last traces of honey from her lips with an almost satisfied grin on her face. This had been the boldest thing sexually she had ever done and she would never have attempted it with Yamcha, but for Vegeta, her mate, she would try almost anything. She turned to grasp the honey once more, only to have Vegeta's hand grab hold of hers, wrenching the jar from her. He had removed the blindfold, eager to torture Bulma as much as she had him. With one hand he stripped away her shirt and pulled away her pyjama pants, smirking as it was revealed she was completely naked underneath. Then without any warning, he tipped the entire sticky mass over her body, causing Bulma to shriek with the coldness. "Hey! No fair!" She screamed as the honey flowed down her body, Vegeta's hands, mouth and tail following the trail. He reciprocated the torture for what seemed like hours licking almost every square inch of her clean, before finally sheathing himself deep within Bulma, thrusting gently at first, then becoming more urgent as he neared his release. They changed positions several times, before Vegeta assumed the dominant position above his beautiful mate, revelling at the passion on her face as he moved within her.

Bulma cried out his name as she came, wrapping her legs and arms around Vegeta with a ferocity she had not known she possessed, then as was the case with the first time they had made love, Bulma cried softly, the tears slowly travelling down her face.

In the heat of passion Bulma now realised that she did love this volatile enigmatical man.

Vegeta withdrew and turned Bulma onto her side, moving behind to hold her spoon fashion, lightly brushing away the tears with his fingertips as she fell into an exhausted sleep in front of a still blazing fire. Vegeta lay awake for a long while, puzzled by Bulma's aggressiveness and her tears, wanting to gently nudge her awake to discover why she had acted in such a manner, before slowly succumbing himself to darkness with a satisfied smile on his face.

Yamcha woke suddenly from his dreamless alcohol misted sleep and ran to the bathroom, offering up the contents of his stomach to the toilet. The slight anaesthetic effect of the alcohol had not worn off and now he had the added bonus of a pounding headache with the image of Bulma even more strongly placed in his mind. Groaning, he slumped on the floor, pressing his throbbing head against the cool tiles. His loss of Bulma was going to haunt him forever unless he took action soon. Unsteady still because of the alcohol, Yamcha stood up and splashed cold water on his face from the washbasin, rinsing his mouth with as he did so. Then, with a firm resolve he left the building taking to the sky, his destination - Capsule Corporation.

After what seemed like only mere seconds had passed, he arrived, the large dome of Bulma's home like a beacon, guiding him along as he flew, weaving and ducking due to his still drunk state. He landed heavily on the balcony, undetected by security due to his entrance by air. As he expected, the door was locked, and darkness enveloped the bedroom, making it impossible to see if she was in bed or not. His mind did not seem to care that Vegeta was most likely in there with her and so without a second thought, Yamcha punched through the glass door and unlocked it, allowing him to enter. To his great surprise, neither Bulma nor Vegeta were asleep in the room, so he carried on to the door, ready to confront Bulma head on if necessary. He needed her, his heart told him so. Yamcha didn't care if Vegeta tried to stop him.

Vegeta as a general rule slept very lightly, his years of oppression under Freeza's so called foster care making him ready for any type of attack. His dark eyes sprang open at the sound of breaking glass and he tensed, preparing for any eventuality. Vegeta glanced at Bulma, who was still sound asleep then rose from the floor, still quite naked to investigate the disturbance coming from the bedroom he and Bulma normally shared. The fire had gone out, making the living area completely dark. Vegeta could hear the footsteps of the intruder coming closer to him, so he moved into a position where upon he could be undetected. What he did not expect was Yamcha hissing into the darkness, "Bulma, come out and talk to me. Don't be afraid, I just want to talk." His tone was pleading but slurred by the alcohol he had consumed. When he heard no reply, he fired a ki blast, which barely missed Vegeta and hit the wall behind him, causing Bulma to wake up with a cry of fright. "Wake up you little bitch and talk to me!" yelled Yamcha, outraged that he had not received a response to his pleas. Bulma shivered with fear, but realised that Vegeta was still in the house, calming her somewhat. She grabbed a throw from the sofa and covered her nakedness, then quickly hid herself behind a heavy bookcase, ready to push it over if Yamcha walked past.

As Yamcha continued down the hallway advancing ever closer to his goal, Vegeta growled as he drew closer, his heightened sense of smell picking up a trace of alcohol in the still air and realised that the man was intoxicated making him an easy target. With his only thought being to protect his mate, Vegeta reached out an arm and grabbed Yamcha as he passed, holding the unfortunate man in an unbreakable headlock just tightly enough to subdue the man but not snap his neck, recalling that Bulma did not want Yamcha dead. Yamcha struggled futilely but against Vegeta's superior strength he was no match and began yelling almost incoherently, calling out for Bulma.

Upon hearing Yamcha calling out to her, Bulma relented and withdrew from her hiding place, walking out to confront her ex lover, drawing her makeshift covering tighter around herself. When she saw his piteous state, Bulma was almost tempted to ask Vegeta to release him and let him talk to her for a while to calm him down. Knowing in her heart that it was a stupid thing to do she instead kneeled down in front of the still struggling Yamcha and spoke with him, her tone soft and consoling. "Please Yamcha, just let it go. You are not in your right mind. Please just go home, go on with your life and forget me."

"You bitch!" He spat back, flecks of spittle flying from his mouth, his eyes glassy. "Don't offer me your pity! Give me your love!" Yamcha lurched forward at Bulma, making her shrink back in fear and revulsion, distracting Vegeta who loosened his hold temporarily, giving Yamcha the moment he needed. Yamcha broke free from Vegeta and instead of attacking Bulma as Vegeta had anticipated, ran towards the bedroom to escape. Vegeta pursued him with Bulma close behind, cornering him on the balcony of the bedroom. Yamcha was swaying back and forth; almost unable to keep his balance, leaning heavily against the slender metal bars straining to hold him up.

Bulma stepped forward, intending to talk some sense in Yamcha when the unthinkable happened. The metal bars enclosing the balcony gave way under the strain of Yamcha's weight, causing him to fall backwards, plummeting headfirst down two levels and due to him being still so heavily intoxicated, his reflexes were dulled and he was unable to react fast enough to merely glide down gently. Too late Yamcha saw his fate, his head meeting the concrete path with a sickening crunch, his last thought being of Bulma.