Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ All Apologies ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Here's a list of what few things that I own: My cat, Hobo (a gift), my watch (another gift), and a cubic zirconia engagement ring that cost my ex-fiancé about $20 that I decided not to give back because he was such a Yamcha-like cheating jerk/loser. Nope, no DBZ in there anywhere. So I guess that means I don't own it! Too bad, I guess I'll go comfort myself by putting on my $20 cubic zirconia ring and pretending that I'm actually getting married, so then I can finally listen to the snores of someone other than my sister each night!

Warning: No lemon in this chapter *sniff, sniff* but to make up for it, I've put in a little Yamcha-bashing for all you Yamcha-haters out there. (You know who you are! ^.~)

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 4: All Apologies

"What do you want, Yamcha?" Bulma asked icily.

Yamcha jumped up from his seat on the couch-where, unbeknownst to him, his girlfriend had lost her virginity the night before with another man-at the sound of her voice.

"Oh, hi babe!" he said, turning around, "I didn't see you come in!" He held out a bouquet of limp, wilting flowers, picked from her mother's garden just minutes before. "Here, these are for you."

Bulma just crossed her arms over her chest in a very Vegeta-like pose and glared at him.

Yamcha hesitate for a moment, glancing at her nervously, then dropped his arm to his side with a defeated sigh. He lowered his head, as well.

"I know what you must be thinking, Bulma," he began.

Not likely, Bulma thought. How come I never realized before just how much of a total loser Yamcha is?

"But let me explain." Yamcha began to drone on about … something.

Bulma wasn't listening. She tuned him out and tuned in to her own thoughts as he continued to talk.

Why was Yamcha even here? She wondered to herself. I told him last night it was over. And he seemed so mad when I left! Because I told him that I wondered if I truly loved him. And after last night, and this morning … well, now I know I truly don't love him! I don't think I ever did. It was just a girlish infatuation.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she realized that Yamcha was looking at her expectantly. She just nodded her head, and with that, he continued rambling on about … whatever it was he was talking about.

Her thoughts slid to Vegeta. Last night was amazing! And so was this morning. She shivered at the thought. But … does he really care about me? Does he … love me? She wondered, unsure of his feelings and her own. I know that I care about him. A lot. But I don't know if I love him. And what's worse is that I don't know how he feels about me!

Bulma bit her lip. Was it possible that it could just be a lust thing on the Saiyan Prince's part? And that his displeasure with her speaking with Yamcha was due to some territorial male thing, and not real jealousy? Kami, what if she turned Yamcha away right now, and then flung herself at Vegeta, only to have him use her body a few more times before laughing at her and flinging her away? She didn't think she'd be able to stand that kind of emotional abuse.

Yamcha was safe. She could easily refuse his sexual advances. But Vegeta … what if he told her bluntly that he would never be able to feel for her the way she felt for him? What if he said cruel things to her, but then decided he wanted to continue using her body to slake his lust? He was so handsome, so sexy, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him if he put any effort at all into seducing her. She shivered again, thinking of those strong, skillful hands, those soft lips, those …

"Bulma."

She looked up quickly into Yamcha's eyes. He was close to her now, his hands on her shoulders, looking down into her eyes.

"Bulma, please. Will you forgive me?" he asked, his eyes pleading like a wounded puppy. "Will you accept my apology?"

"I …" Bulma didn't want to be put on the spot like this. She had to make a choice. Yamcha or Vegeta? The pros and cons of each decision flashed through her head.

Yamcha. Well, he's dull, and probably cheating on me to boot! But he likes to go out and have fun, which I like to do, too. And we've been together for so many years now. How can I overlook all that for a man that I barely know, a man who tried to destroy the earth when he first came here, for Kami's sake!

Vegeta. Last night was amazing, and I don't think I could describe what happened this morning with any mere words. But, he's a wild card. I don't know how he feels. Yamcha claims to love me, but Vegeta's made no such claims. What if all he wants is the sex? Then I'd end up an old maid for sure, and never get married! Oh, Kami, what do I do?

"Bulma?"

Yamcha looked very worried-as well he should! She had once thought him to be a great kisser, before she had kissed Vegeta. She now realized exactly how lousy Yamcha was at that particular activity.

But still …

She couldn't just dump him to be with Vegeta, not knowing how Vegeta felt about their situation, her practical side yelled at her. And she certainly couldn't ask Vegeta how he felt; his pride would prevent him from giving her a good answer, she knew that for sure. So, she really had no choice.

She smiled at Yamcha and cupped his face in her hands. "I forgive you, Yamcha."

His face let up. "Bulma," he whispered, and leaned down to kiss her.

It was all she could do not to cringe at the touch of his mouth on hers. His lips were so wet, so clumsy, she felt like she was going to vomit. When she felt his tongue trying to part her lips and seek entrance to her mouth, she pulled back quickly, ending the kiss.

"Yamcha," she said sternly, "I know I said I forgave you, but that doesn't mean that you're not still in the doghouse!" she told him. "We can't just go back to the way things were. We need to start our relationship back up slowly, we can't just jump back in."

"Aww, but Babe-"

"Do you want to get back together with me or not, Yamcha?" Bulma folded her arms across her chest again. Kami, pretty soon she'd start smirking all the time, too! And scowling. Just like Vegeta …

The thought of her lover brought a pang to Bulma's heart. She hoped she was doing the right thing. If Vegeta didn't want her-and there was no evidence saying that he did-then she would be better off with Yamcha than with no man at all.

Her biggest fear was that she'd end up alone. No man, no children, no family or friends. Just a little old lady, living all alone, except for her hoard of cats.

"Of course I do, Babe!" Yamcha put his arms around her waist and just held her, chastely. "You know I love you," he crooned into her ear.

Bulma cringed. Despite the fact that she was getting back together with him, it didn't make him any less of a loser in her eyes.

She momentarily contemplated telling him about what happened last night, but then dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come. If Yamcha found out about her and Vegeta, he'd break up with her for good. Which was rather hypocritical of him, considering how many times he'd probably cheated on her over the years!

On a similar note, she knew she would have to keep her renewed relationship with Yamcha a secret from Vegeta, as well. If he found out, she was sure he'd tear her boyfriend limb from limb. She cringed as she thought of his motives. He wouldn't do it because he loved her, she told herself, he'd do it because he was a territorial, possessive freak! Probably a Saiyan thing.

Well, Bulma Briefs was not about to give up her future happiness for "a Saiyan thing." And she wasn't going to give it up for a relationship based on lust, either!

She'd just have to lie to both of them. And … she'd have to stop sleeping with Vegeta.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought. How could she stop it when she'd just discovered the joys of his body? She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep with Yamcha, after Vegeta she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to sleep with anyone else ever again!

But sex wasn't the most important thing in life, she had to remember that. After all, she'd gone without it for over 29 years. What were a few more sexless years worth? After all, if Vegeta ever left her, she'd feel the same way about it.

So she'd just have to lie through her teeth for awhile, and keep each man from finding out about the other, until Vegeta lost interest in her and she was safe to continue her relationship with Yamcha.

"I love you, too," she lied to Yamcha. He tried to kiss her again, but she quickly turned her head to the side, so his lips met with her cheek.

"Now, how about I call you later and we set up a date for this weekend?" she asked him.

"Sure, Babe." Yamcha winked at her.

When he was gone, she looked down at the bouquet of flowers-no, weeds-the one Yamcha insisted that she keep. She promptly dumped them in the trash.

As she walked down the upstairs hallway to her room, she heard a voice behind her growl, "You smell of him."

She whirled around to see Vegeta standing there, not two feet from her. "Who are you talking about?"

He scowled at her. "That baka weakling. I thought you were going to tell him to get lost?"

Bulma's path of lies and deception was already set. She might as well dig the hole she was burying herself in a little deeper.

She rolled her eyes at the Saiyan Prince as she began to lie to him. "Vegeta, don't you understand anything about human relationships? Before Yamcha was ever my boyfriend, he was my friend. He's still my friend! It's not like I'm never going to see him ever again." Vegeta growled and a vein began to throb on his forehead. "Vegeta, are you jealous?" she asked tentatively, hoping that he would say yes. If he says yes, then I can dump Yamcha without any qualms whatsoever, because then I'll know that Vegeta cares! She thought hopefully. Please say yes!

"Of course not!" Vegeta snarled, unknowingly washing Bulma's hopes down the drain. Although he definitely felt jealous towards Yamcha, he could barely even admit it to himself; he wasn't about to admit it to her!

"Oh," Bulma murmured sadly. Then she steeled her spine. "Yamcha and I are just friends, Vegeta," she told him, lying through her teeth. "So you don't need to worry about him."

"Worry?" Vegeta asked, his voice suddenly calm. "I'm not worried. What would I have to be worried about? All I'm after is a good fuck. You're convenient, and although inexperienced, I have confidence in my ability to teach you." He smirked down at the stunned Bulma. "You'll learn. I'm sure you'll be a very eager student," he leered, all the while backing Bulma up into the wall. Then he shrugged. "And since Saiyans can't contract human venereal diseases, it really doesn't matter to me whom else you fuck-although chances are that a baka weakling like him would only make my job harder, since you'd have to unlearn all the fumbling moves he'd teach you." Vegeta smirked. What better way to hide the fact that he actually cared-far too much for his own liking-about the beautiful blue-haired woman than by acting as though he felt the complete opposite?

Listening to his words, Bulma was relieved that she had made the right decision. She raised her right hand to slap him across the cheek, but he was too fast for her, catching her wrist in his hand.

"Bastard!" she hissed at him, stung by the harshness in her words even as she was relieved of the possibility of having made a horrible mistake. "Monster!"

Vegeta just smirked. "Yes," he whispered seductively as he brought his face so close to hers their noses were almost touching. "I am a monster. And the sooner you understand that, Woman, the better."

Despite how much his words her hurt, Bulma couldn't help but become turned on by his very presence. Oh Kami, her mind thought frantically, how will I ever be able to resist him? Even when he's acting like a total bastard, I still want him! She closed her eyes so that he wouldn't see the sheen of tears hovering beneath her lids.

Bulma wasn't the only one turned on. Being this close to her, he could smell her arousal, and felt himself growing hard. And here they were, all alone. He had her pressed up against the wall of the hallway. It would be so easy to lift her, to wrap her legs around his waist, to plunge inside her …

With a labored groan, Vegeta buried his face in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal. He froze, however, when another scent, mixed with her own, became apparent to his sensitive nose.

With a growl, he pushed himself from her and walked away, back rigid.

"Ve-Vegeta?" she asked uncertainly. No matter how much she might deny it, how much she might rage at herself for it, in the end, she wanted him. Oh, Kami, how she wanted him! She was even willing to risk her own pride in order to have him inside her.

He turned around and glared at her. "You still smell like that human weakling," he snarled. "When you've washed off his scent, then maybe we can continue this morning's lessons." With those final words, he stalked away.

Bulma slowly sank down onto the floor of the hallway, and buried her face in her hands. Kami, how close had she been, to letting that monster have her again? And here in the hallway, of all places!

He would never touch her again, she vowed. She would be faithful to Yamcha, even if it killed her-which it just might, she thought, imagining Vegeta's rage at her reluctance.

All she needed to do now was to avoid Vegeta at all costs, and keep Yamcha's scent on her at all times.

She would never shower again.

A/N: Wow, everyone's lying to everyone else! When will these people learn that telling the truth might be painful, but it almost always gets the best results?!

Next Chapter: Bulma's back with Yamcha, but Vegeta still wants Bulma. And we all know that Bulma can't keep her promise to herself to remain all stinky, because Bulma hates being stinky! So will she finally just give in to the passion that the Saiyan Prince inspires in her, as well as the urge to take a shower? Or will she remain faithful to that loser boyfriend of hers, Yamcha? Since there's a lemon in the next chapter … I think you can deduce the answer to that one for yourself! ^.~

Love, Tina