Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Crying Out Loud! ❯ You're What? ( Chapter 5 )

**A/N: Yay! A new day, and a new chapter! I'm having such a good time writing this, and you guys are making it all worth while ^_^ And rest easy Sony, a new chapter for Panthera Tigris Tigris is in the works as we speak. Also, I'm taking a SLIGHTLY different approach in this chapter... I hope it all works out.

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I dug mercilessly through the piles of junk in the garage on a hunt for Bulma's tool box. She had said it was in the far left corner. But I'll be damned if I could find the corner itself there was so much crap in here! Tossing boxes, wires, electrical tape, hub caps, and other unnamed things over my shoulder, I barely noticed when there was a loud thunk, and a squeal of surprise/pain.

"BABE! What are you doing!?"

My back stiffened. Yamcha was here. Standing behind me. Great. Just fucking great. I didn't have time for this now.

"You better be nice to him!"

I turned my head to look over my shoulder slowly, and I almost lost all control. Yamcha was standing there, one hand cupped over his eye, his face twisted in pain, a hub cap sitting at his feet. I bit my lower lip to hold in the laughter.

"Oh Yamcha, I'm so sorry. I didn't MEAN to hit you with that." I said in mock sympathy, my arms resting casually around his waist. I inwardly shuddered at the contact.

"It's alright. No harm done. How ya doing sexy?"

He leaned down for a kiss and I tried not to cringe. His lips felt chapped and dirty to me. Yuck!

"I'm fine. But busy. Can you come back later?"

"But babe, I thought we were going out today. It's my only day off for the next month!"

"Oh, right, I forgot. Come inside for a minute, we need to talk."

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"Hey Vegeta!" Goku said in his usual, chipper Son manner. Vegeta was leaning against the outside wall of his Gravity Room, looking more distraught than usual.

"Uh oh. What's going on?"

"Hn. Nothing that concerns you Kakarot. What are you doing here?"

"Well I figured you might want to spar. You're GR is broken again huh?"

Vegeta didn't say anything, his eyes scanning the grounds for something. Goku followed his line of vision, but couldn't quite grasp why Vegeta would watch so intensely.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm waiting for that worthless woman to get back with her tools. If this thing isn't fixed in ten minutes, I'm going to rip her head off!"

Goku grinned at his counterpart. He knew full why Bulma wasn't back yet. He had sensed Yamcha coming towards the house just minutes before he himself went into the back yard in pursuit of Vegeta. She had probably snuck off with him somewhere, like they often did, to do those things that he dare not mention. But, he had noticed a strange look in her eye when he had run into her before. Not to mention the odd curl of her lip when he had mentioned Yamcha. It was very unlike Bulma.

"Hey Vegeta?"

"Hn."

"Does Bulma seem... different... to you?"

His words seemed to pull Vegeta out of his hard glare, his eyes widening slightly. He obviously understood what Goku was talking about. His mouth opened in the start of speech, but they were cut off by a loud howl coming from inside the house.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?"

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"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS BULMA!"

I sat on the couch, my hands folded in my lap, trying so damn hard to keep the smile off of my face.

"I'm gay Yamcha."

Oh I hadn't meant for it to turn out THIS way. Ok, his reaction was precious, but I had never intended to pursue this route.

At first, I had tried to break up with him gently.

Then forcefully.

I tried every damn insult in the book to get it through his thick skull, but none had worked. So, I turned to the only option left. I told him that I was gay. And right now, I'd give anything for a video camera.

"But.. But you CAN'T be gay! What about all those times that we... well, you know!"

"I faked every orgasm."

His jaw dropped at my bluntness.

"Sorry Yamcha baby, but it's over. You can leave any time."

He gulped a few times, his mouth opening and closing, at a complete loss for words. Finally, he seemed to find his strength and he ran out of the house, the door slamming behind him. I relaxed against the cushions of the couch, my arms stretched out at my sides.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU LAYLA!"

I only giggled. Now that Yamcha was out of the picture, I had free reign to put my plan into action.

Operation Screw-Vegeta's-Brains-Out was in full swing.

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**A/N: *snicker* didn't see that coming did ya? Well ok, maybe you did... but oh well ^_^ please review... Am I still funny? I hope so!

**A/N: Ok, nothing in the chapter has changed as you can see, but I just needed to let you guys know that I'm going to be visiting my family for the next few days, so updates will be put on hold until further notice. Until then, GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND GO OUTSIDE! *smirk*