Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ A Single Kiss ... ( Chapter 1 )

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Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 1: A Single Kiss …

Bulma rushed into her house, tears streaming wildly down her face.

How … how could he?! She wondered, sobbing frantically. How could he treat me like that, with such disrespect?

~~** Flashback ** ~~

The evening had begun very well. She had been so excited about her date with Yamcha. First, they were going out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then they were going back to Yamcha's place to watch some videos.

Typical and unoriginal as far as dates go. But Bulma had been looking forward to it all week. It seemed as though she and Yamcha never saw each other anymore. He had his budding career as a professional baseball player, she had her duties working for Capsule Corporation, not to mention her inventions-and a certain houseguest that kept making unreasonable and time-consuming demands of her.

"Fix my gravity room," Bulma mocked the Saiyan Prince to a laughing Yamcha as they cuddled on his couch, "Fix me food, Woman! You call this food? If I have to eat this shit every day, I'll wind up starving to death, and save the androids the trouble!" Bulma giggled and snuggled closer into Yamcha's arms. Being able to make fun of the haughty Saiyan almost made up for all the trouble the short pain in the ass caused her daily. Almost.

"So," Bulma asked her boyfriend as she laid her head on his chest, "What videos did you pick up for us to watch?"

"Well, actually, babe, I had something else in mind for tonight," Yamcha grinned, gently kissing her lips.

Bulma sighed and allowed his tongue passage into her warm, wet mouth. It was so nice to just sit here on the couch and be close to him, she thought, melting into the kiss.

When his hand first began to wander, down to her breast, she gently, almost teasingly, pushed it away. "Naughty boy," she whispered under her breath with a small giggle.

Yamcha grinned and moved his lips up her cheek, to her earlobe, where he bit down playfully. "Tonight I was thinking we could …" he gave his words a suggestive tone even as his hand moved down to the hem of her indecently short, red miniskirt. His hand began to move upwards, gliding up the silky smooth skin of her thigh underneath the skirt. Bulma tried to ignore the little alarm bells and whistles that went off in her head, gently trying to push his hand away. But Yamcha was determined, and his hand kept creeping upwards.

"Yamcha! Stop!" Bulma cried out.

"But, babe," he whispered into her ear, "we've been together for so many years now. Don't you think it's time to-"

"No, Yamcha, and that's final!" Bulma declared, jumping up and forcefully knocking his hand away.

"Aw, Bulma, c'mon, everyone else is doing it!" Yamcha jumped up and pulled her body up against his, his hands reaching around behind her and squeezing her ass.

Bulma squealed with rage and slapped him across the face, with surprising force for someone in possession of such a low ki level. The force of her blow knocked him back and left a stinging red mark on his scarred cheek.

"Hey! What was that for?" Yamcha exclaimed, infuriated.

"Yamcha, you know that I'm waiting for marriage before I lose my virginity! You've known that since the beginning! And yet you have no respect for my wishes! How can I be with a man who doesn't care about what I want?"

"But, Babe," Yamcha wheedled, his hand still cradling his injured cheek, "I was just about to give you what you wanted!"

Bulma took a step back, shocked. "E-excuse me?" she asked, not sure that she'd heard correctly.

"You know you want it!" he told her, "And I'm willing to give it to you! Why do you have to be such a prude? Men have needs you know!" He began to walk towards her, but Bulma walked backwards as he did so, matching him step for step. He stopped, still several feet away from her. "If I'm not getting any from you," he snarled at her, finally giving in to the anger he felt over his sexually frustrating situation, "I'm going to get it somewhere else!"

Bulma's mouth hung open in shock. She couldn't believe it! Yamcha-her Yamcha-take comfort from another woman's body? While still professing to love her, and only her? It was almost too much for her to take in. "Who's to say you haven't been doing that already?" she asked softly, tears burning behind her eyelids-tears that she would never let fall in front of this loser!

Yamcha just looked her straight in the eye and said, softly, "Exactly. Who's to say that I haven't?" Bulma choked back a sob as the meaning behind his words hit her. "Who's to say that I haven't slept with other girls, Bulma? But if I did, if I do, whose fault is it? It's not like I can spend every night alone for years with only a cold shower or my right hand for company." Yamcha shrugged. "Be realistic, Bulma. No one waits for marriage anymore. Especially not as long as you have!"

His reference to her age stung even more than his other insults. He was basically calling her an old maid! Which … well, technically, Bulma thought, that term fit her perfectly. After all, how many 29-year-old virgins are out there roaming the world today? She was probably the only one left in existence!

Bulma turned away from him and bowed her head, as though in mourning. "We're through, Yamcha," she whispered, barely able to get the words out without the tears showing in her voice.

"W-what?" he asked unsteadily. If he had heard what he thought he heard … he hadn't expected this. No, he couldn't have heard her right!

Bulma turned back to him, unable to hide the sheen of tears in her eyes any longer. She lifted her head and looked straight into his dark, confused eyes. "I'm sorry, Yamcha," she told him, "what we've had these past few years has been great, it really has. Wonderful, in fact," she added sadly. "But, I see now that our relationship should have ended long ago." She held up a hand as he began to object, quieting him. "No, no. I know you saw it too. We've been growing apart for a long time now." She sighed and brushed aside the single tear that fell down her cheek. "To be perfectly honest … recently, I've sometimes wondered whether or not you truly love me."

"Babe, you know I do!" Yamcha exclaimed, taking her in his arms and cradling her against his body.

"And sometimes …" she couldn't control the tears now as she buried her head in his shoulder and felt him gently stroking her hair, letting her hot tears soak his shirt. "Sometimes, I've-I've wondered whether I truly love you," she finished in a shamed whisper.

Yamcha immediately stopped stroking her hair, and pushed her away from him with more force than necessary. He glared at her angrily. "You know what, Bulma?" he spat at her, using rage to mask the pain that filled his heart, "It's a shame that I've never realized until this moment what an utter bitch you are!" His voice rose with every word, until he was yelling. "Too bad I didn't see it before! Think of all the girls I could have been dating! Hell, think of all the girls I could have been fucking!" He was seething now, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I suggest you leave now, Bulma," he told her through gritted teeth, "before I end up doing something we'd both regret."

Bulma just nodded, afraid of what he might do to her in this temper, and grabbed her coat and purse, running out of his house to her capsule car.

Perhaps, she thought as she drove towards home, honesty is not always the best policy!

~~**End Flashback**~~

Bulma leaned her back against the door of her home as she cried. She let out all the pain and anger and rage she'd ever felt towards Yamcha over the years. She'd bottled it all up inside her, so that he wouldn't catch a glimpse of it and break up with her in disgust. But now she was letting it all out, through her tears. And when she saw a familiar form passing by, she couldn't help herself; she ran straight into his strong arms, sobbing against his chest.

Of all the things in the world, thought Vegeta as a certain blue-haired human female launched herself at his unsuspecting form, why do I have to deal with a crying female? Why can't the androids just come a few years early? I'd rather fight them alone than be forced to watch this baka woman crying her heart out over that worthless loser of hers!

But Vegeta sighed, knowing that he couldn't escape from the inevitable. After all, the woman was one of the few people who wasn't afraid of him. And no matter how much he threatened her, he knew he wouldn't actually kill her or harm her in any way. And she knew it too, damn her! Which meant that if he didn't-he shuddered to think of the word-comfort her now, she would refuse to fix the gravity room for a very long time-and as he increased the intensity of his training, the gravity room had been breaking down much more frequently as of late.

With a low growl, he put his arms around the woman, hoping that would get her to shut up.

No use. She just cried even harder, burying her face in his shoulder and staining his training uniform with her wet, salty tears. Then she began to talk in between the sobs, telling him all about the horrible things her ex-boyfriend had done to her over the years.

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he maneuvered the weeping woman over to the living-room couch. If she didn't shut up soon, this was going to take awhile. He might as well be sitting as he pretended to listen to-but in reality, ignored-her prattling on about that baka weakling of hers.

After nearly a half-hour had passed, Vegeta began to grow desperate. He looked longingly in the direction of the kitchen. All I wanted was a late-night snack! Instead I got a crying woman who just won't shut the fuck up!

If she didn't shut up soon, he was going to blast something out of sheer frustration. Then she would be even more upset than before, and she wouldn't stop yelling at him for weeks! He shuddered at the thought of the loud-mouthed harpy bitching at him and quite possibly permanently damaging his sensitive Saiyan ears with her constant screaming.

Vegeta frantically searched his brain for some way to get her to shut up and then did the first thing that came to mind.

He lifted her chin with his finger, looked deep into her puffy, red, swollen eyes-and kissed her, deeply, passionately, on the mouth.

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A/N: Heh, as Bulma and Vegeta are about to find out … sometimes things just kind of happen … like sex, for example! ^.^

Next Chapter: Bulma and Vegeta get it on … Lemon Style!

Love, Tina