Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DBZ One Shots ❯ I Don't Believe You ( Chapter 2 )

A collection of one-shots

A/N: ok, I don't like this chapter as much as the first. But I'll put it up anyhoo. It was originally chapter one, but I switched them around. I'd love some feedback!

 

DISCLAIMER: surprisingly, I don't own anything in this fic. All rights go to their respective owners

 

I Don't Believe You- Pink.

 

Yamcha flopped onto the bed. How could he have been so stupid! He had taken Bulma out for a nice evening to help rekindle their relationship, and he'd blown it.

 

Puar flew over to Yamcha when she saw the situation. “What's wrong Yamcha? I thought you'd be staying with Bulma tonight?” She asked in her squeaky voice. Yamcha just moaned. It was all over now, and it all started with one simple, stupid comment....

 

“So work must be getting really busy, Babe. I've hardly spoken or seen you in ages.” Yamcha asked while waiting for the food to be brought out. “And here it thought it was because of all your hard training.” Bulma replied with a smirk. Yamcha laughed, “well yeah that too! But really, what are you working on. Must be pretty serious stuff if you can resist my compony. Ha-ha.”

 

“Well it's pretty advanced stuff,” His date replied with an enthusiasm only she- and perhaps the exception of her father- could get over work. “It's a new high resistance gravity machine for Vegeta. It can go up to 600X and even he shouldn't be able to bust it up!”

Yamcha stared at his date. Was one night Vegeta-free too much too ask for?

“Vegeta huh? You don't put that level of effort into helping me train.” He mumbled.

 

 

“Oh honestly Yamcha! Next to Goku, he's one of the best chances we've got to coming out of this thing alive!” “You just assume I'll be useless then? Like I'll just be standing there watching the androids destroy everything? I can fight too you know Bulma!”

Bulma folded her arms across her chest, clearly annoyed by her boyfriend's outburst. “I know you can fight Yamcha! I'm not saying you can't, but he's a saiyan! AND you haven't seen the hours he's put into his-“ “The Hours! Bulma he's practically suicidal in that thing! And what do you think I've been doing this whole time? Although I suppose, it's nothing to what mister I've-destroyed-planets clocks up!”

 

“Stop it Yamcha!” Bulma cried, standing up and slamming her palms onto the tabletop. “I'm sick off this! He hasn't murdered anyone in ages. And I'm not excusing that he has, but you know what his life was like then. He had no choice!” Yamcha looked around at all the stunned and gasping faces in the restaurant. “Babe calm down, you're causing a scene...” “DON'T `Babe' me! And I'll cause as much of a scene as I like! I'm so over this!” Bulma replied, tears starting to form in her eyes. “Every turn I take we fight over him! I can't even talk about work because the only way I can help is to build training equipment and you yell at me. Well, enough Yamcha. It's over... Don't even call me ok?!”

 

 

 

 

“Oh Yamcha.” Puar said, rubbing her friends back. “It doesn't seem that bad. You know what you two are like. You break up and make up all the time! Just call her tomorrow when she's had time to calm down. It'll be ok!” “I dunno Puar,” Yamcha said, burrowing himself further into the pillow, “You didn't see the look in her eyes. I haven't seen her that upset since, you know, that time we broke up `cos of that girl. It looked like she's been thinking about it for a while...”

 

“Well there you go! She forgave you then, didn't she?!” Puar said jumping up in the air. “Yeah, maybe you're right Puar. I'll just give her some space for a few days. She wouldn't just throw away everything we had over him.”

 

 

“That'll be 65 Zeni thanks,” the shopkeeper said. “She'll love these Puar. They're her favourite flower and that card?! She'll know I'm sorry and just how much she means to me for sure! Now just to wait for the phone call...”

 

 

Four hours later, Bulma had still not called, and Yamcha was beginning to worry. He put everything he had into that card! He'd reminisced about the old days and where he wanted them to go from here. Why hadn't she called? `Maybe she's in her lab' thought Yamcha picking up the phone and dialling her direct number.

 

“Bulma Briefs speaking.” Bulma said into the receiver in a huff. Obviously she was having trouble with the gravity machine. “Hey B. It's Yamcha.” Said Yamcha tentively. “Oh Yamcha?” a sigh, “What do you want? I'm kinda busy here...”

 

 

 

Slightly taken aback, but not giving up, Yamcha pushed on, “I was just wondering if you got the flowers I sent. I never heard back.” Hearing a silent pause on the phone, he risked it. “Babe you know how much I care about you. You're everything to me. I can't let this be the end of us. I mean, over such a silly thing as Vegeta? Come on, we've been through thick and thin and I love you babe. I miss you, I need you.” Bulma sighed again, and slowly said his name into the phone...

 

 

 

“Yamcha... I'm sorry. It's not just the other night. It's the way you look at me when we talk about him, or when he's in the room. It's as if you think something's going on between us. And I know I'm a lot of things; but I'm not a cheater. Never. I just can't handle the jealously you have with him. It keeps me up at night just thinking about it. It's just not fair...”

 

 

 

Yamcha couldn't believe what he was hearing. “So, so this is it? Really?” “I'm sorry Yamcha, I still love you of course, but sometimes that just isn't enough. I'm sorry.”

 

“But Bulma, I...” But what Yamcha was, Bulma would never know, “Yamcha please. I can't do this anymore.” Bulma said through obvious tears, “I'm sorry...”

 

The phone went dead. She'd hung up on him. He honestly had thought she would come around. She'd even said she loved him. That meant something right? Yeah. Yeah, it did. He'd wait for her, just wait....