Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Surviving the Hard Times ( Chapter 2 )

Bulma and Yamcha were still running in direction of the explosion as fast as they could, and when the finally reached the sight of the accident, Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. Although Vegeta was responsible for Yamcha's previous death, and he had been angry with him earlier, Yamcha was not like him; he did not wish for his death. He did often believed Vegeta deserved to pay for his crime, but not in death, he deserved proper punishment, and on top of that, they still needed him to fight the androids. It seemed like a selfish reason to want him alive, but it did not bother Yamcha.

"I know this would happen," he said, slightly angry. "He's been trying to do the impossible." Granted he was a saiyan, but it did not make him invincible. But, of course, Vegeta often had to prove he was better than everyone.

Bulma, who ignored Yamcha's comments about Vegeta, began to dig through the debris of the wreckage, trying to catch a glimpse of Vegeta.

"Where is he?" she asked slightly worried, her heart beating like a drum. "Vegeta?" asked Bulma as she kept removing part of the ship out of the way, to try and find him.

Her fingers were being scratched by the metal, but at that moment, she couldn't care less. Then all, of the sudden, Vegeta's hand popped out of the debris, and Bulma felt her heart stop for a split second. His tan, scar hand was covered in filaments of blood, dripping from his elbow down to his fingers. The shock of surprise send Bulma backing away, causing her to bump into Yamcha, and sending them both on the ground. This whole time, Bulma's eyes never left his arm, even when it stopped moving.

After a few seconds, she made it back on her feet, and his arm was now fully out, but no sign of the rest of his body. Then, both Bulma and Yamcha could not nothing but watch in shock as Vegeta pulled himself out of under the metal pieces. All he was wearing was his nearly destroyed black spandex short, and he seemed to be in a critical condition. His sturdy chest was covered in deep wounds, his body splashed with blood caused by the impact. The worst injury seemed to be a huge cut starting at his left pectoral, and going all the way down to his left hip. From the way he was acting, he seemed quite dizzy as he tried to stabilize himself.

"You're ok- okay?" stuttered Bulma.

Never before had she seen Vegeta like this. Even though she always believed he thought too highly of himself, she had never seen him weak. Right now though, he seemed so vulnerable, and broken that she felt her heart clenched. He might be the biggest asshole on the planet sometimes, but she didn't want him to die. Granted he had never given her any reason for her to wish him alive, but she couldn't help it.

"Of course I am."

When these words left his mouth, he nearly made Bulma believe he was fine, but she knew better. Vegeta would be able to be an ass, even if he was on the verge of dying, so his words meant very little. Also, he had just finished pulling himself up from the wreckage, and had not even gained back his whole balance. He was more words than actions at the moment. Although Bulma couldn't help but sigh in relief that he had at least managed to make it back on his own two feet, by himself. But, now that he was up, she could hardly contain her anger.

"How dare you! YOU IDIOT! You almost destroyed my house!" yelled Bulma, her concern not as present anymore. "What are you trying to prove?" As she said that, she thought many times, stubborn, stubborn saiyan!

Vegeta did not even have a chance to reply to her insult, that his legs gave up, and his whole body broke down, causing him to be lying down on the ground once more. As his body hit the metal pieces, he couldn't help but grunt as the pain hit him, increasing his suffering.

"What? Oh no!" Extremely worried, Bulma immediately ran to his side, before lifting, with difficulty, his head and upper body."You're hurt!" she said, as her voice began to slightly shake.

Once again, she was shocked by his current predicament, the whole thing being very new to her. For once in his life, he didn't seem as strong nor invincible. Never had it cross Bulma's mind that Vegeta might need someone, and in her eyes, it made him very human perhaps even more likeable, which in itself was a scary thought.

At first, the only response she got from Vegeta was some indistinct grouchy groans, but then, he managed to find his voice. "No, I don't need help. I have training to do."

The fact that he did not even insult her told her in how much pain he was. After her yelling at him, she had been expecting some harsh words from him.

"You've got to stop training for a while! I mean look at you, you're a complete wreck!" Honestly, even hurt, and nearly dying, he was being in the pain in the ass, there was just no way to get him to cooperate.

"But I feel fine, I'm a saiyan," said Vegeta, not showing any sign of weakness at all.

He certainly would not let the woman tell him he needed rest, especially not in front of the weakling. Vegeta had never required anyone's help before, and it would not start now; he was fine on his own. "I can take a little pain, it means nothing to me."

As his spoke, Bulma felt her anger wash away. Vegeta was hurt, and he needed help, but he would never ask for it, and she felt it was her responsibility to help him. "Okay, sure we all know you're a tough guy," she said, her tone slightly amused. "But you need to get some rest now," said Bulma, her voice becoming very soft, as if she thought she would scare him away.

Unknown to them, Yamcha was standing behind them, observing them intensively. The thoughts and feelings which had crossed his mind earlier were slowly coming back, and he felt like a ball of emotions was stuck in his throat. Watching them interact with each other was proving to be extremely hard on him, especially since it was obvious Bulma cared about Vegeta. It nearly became impossible for him to shut up the little voice inside his head.

"I don't take orders from no one," said Vegeta as he tried to get back on his own two feet, pushing Bulma away from him.
Obviously, he didn't succeed in doing so, and he fell right into his stomach, with a grunt of pain. "Oh no," said Bulma as she tried to grab him again to prevent him from falling once more.

After a few seconds, she realized that this time he was unconscious, and would not get up again. Immediately she turned her head in direction of Yamcha, and the look in her eyes told him she required his help. Her blues eyes seemed watery as she looked down at the prince, her heart beating hard against her rib cage, nearly trying to come out.

Bulma was completely oblivious to the glance Yamcha was throwing her way, and couldn't help but wonder why she cared so much about Vegeta. She could not even see how much Yamcha was hurt, and that despite his feelings, he was helping.

-L-

All that could be heard in the room were Vegeta's heartbeats that were monitored on the cardiac-monitor. Bulma was sitting on a chair, right beside him, checking all his vitals signs every 2 minutes, making sure he was going to be fine. She thought he was in a pretty bad shape, but after her father examined him, she realized his condition was worse than she imagined. She had never thought an explosion could bring Vegeta down, at least not like this. She was standing by the edge of the bed, holding her hands together, and she had completely forgotten about Yamcha.

Actually, she was now all alone in the room, since her parents had just left, also worried about Vegeta's state. Obviously he had hurt himself pretty bad if he was unconscious! Bulma didn't like it, and she had a feeling once he would wake up, it would be even worst. Obviously Vegeta would refuse to follow any type of orders, and it would be nearly impossible to get in to rest. Once he would be awake, the first thing he would rush to do was train. Perhaps she could find a way to strap him to the bed for a little while? Unless he understood he was not invincible.

At the moment, he did not look strong at all, especially laying down in a hospital bed, inside of one of the laboratory of Capsule Corp. Not knowing how long Vegeta would be unconscious, Bulma had brought a desk inside the room, so she would be able to do some work as she would watch over him. Bulma had no desire to leave his side, wanting to be there, just in case something happened. Also, she had a cup of coffee with her, intending to spend the night up; knowing his strength he might wake up the first night, and she wanted to conscious if he did.

She turned her head away from him, her blue eyes sparking because of the tears she was holding back. She felt a little responsible for what happened to Vegeta, thinking that maybe when she fixed the ship, she did something wrong, and that maybe the explosion was her fault. It was hard for Bulma to keep her eyes away from him, when he had an oxygen mask over his face to breathe for him, and nearly a dozen bandages wrapped around his head and forehead alone. She didn't even want to think about the rest of his body.

After a few seconds, Bulma chuckled; Vegeta would kill her right now if he knew the thoughts she was having. The Great Vegeta, weak? He would probably rather die than being call such a way; he could be so stubborn sometimes. Bulma's silly thoughts rapidly left, as worry came back to her mind. It took Bulma and her father a while before they could finally stop the bleeding; she didn't even know if Vegeta was stabilized yet. His vital signs were pretty low, but they seemed to at least remain constant. Bulma really had a hard time keeping her eyes off Vegeta; she just had never seen him this way before, and he almost looked peaceful lying there.

His beautiful slightly tan visage was usually so frowned that she had never noticed his features. His eyes, even though they were closed, were finally relaxed and she could notice how they were a little almond-shaped. His nose was very defined and quite smaller than she had imagined, while his lips were a lot more voluptuous than she had ever realized. His mouth was in a tiny pout, making it pop out from the rest of his face, and they were quite moist, making the vivid pink color of his lips shine.

Bulma couldn't hold her smile any longer, and her face became brighter as she let her feature relax in a nice smile. Seeing Vegeta pouting was just too cute for her to resist. Wow, cute? thought Bulma. That's something she never thought she could use to qualify Vegeta. Well, he did surprise her everyday, showing her new side of him with every interaction they had. She was always so curious about him; she could stare at his face for hours, but she could never figure him out; he was very close and he knew how to hide his emotions. She had just wished that sometimes, he would show good side of himself. Bulma sighed heavily; Why did Vegeta had to be such a close book? She knew there was more to him than he showed the world, but he kept it locked inside.

She also found herself wondering if Vegeta could love. He didn't seem to like people, and he didn't really enjoy helping others unless he could benefit from it, plus, he was an arrogant jerk most of the time. But even though he was all of theses things, Bulma had a hard time believing that even Vegeta would never need love, after all, everybody did. But the real question was, would he ever understand love enough to actually share himself with someone? Maybe he was able to love, but could he actually understand what it truly meant? Could he share that way with somebody?

Bulma was taken by surprised when she heard Vegeta's voice. She couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but he was definitively talking! He started moving around in the bed, wincing in pain from time to time since he was applying pressure on his deep fresh wounds. Bulma was very unsure of what to do, since she was scared to try to wake up, but then again, she could not stand to watch him suffer. Wait, she thought, I can't watch Vegeta being in pain when in the past he attacked, and hurt so much people? She was completely puzzled by her own reactions. When did she start caring about Vegeta? Or maybe the question was, did she ever not care? She couldn't help but be confused by her own thoughts. Hadn't she been scared of him by the past back on Namek? Why did she care now?

Vegeta was starting to convulse intensively, as his words became more and more clear. "Kakarot."

It was the first word Bulma's ears could comprehend, and it was that which snapped her out of her head and thoughts. She shook her head, a half-smile forming on her lips as she thought that Vegeta's bad dream was probably only about the fact that Goku could turn super-saiyan and he couldn't. This man is really too competitive, thought Bulma. This made her smile even more, and made her realize Vegeta was really from another planet. That stubborn alien still wanted to be the best, even when he was on the verge of dying. It seemed you couldn't take fighting out of a saiyan.

"Bulma."

It felt like she had dropped from a skyscraper, her heart staying all the way up there as the rest of her body was falling down. Had he really said her name? She got up of her chair, making sure she was as silent as possible; she couldn't take the chance of waking him up. She walked towards the bed on her tippy-toes, and finally, she let her bared knee hit the cold hard floor, as she approached Vegeta, impatient to know if he had something to say about her. She knew it was bad to kind of spy on him while he was unaware of it, and unconscious, but she couldn't help it; her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"Bulma." He said her name again.

Bulma sat there for 5 minutes, but no other words came out of Vegeta's sweet, sensual mouth; he actually even calmed down. He had fallen back in a deep sleep and apparently his 'nightmare' was over to Bulma's disappointment. She wished he had said his thoughts about her out loud; maybe she would have been able to find out what he really thinks about her. After all, it was not every day you could easily find out what was going on inside the prince of all saiyans' mind. Apparently, her chance had just jumped out the window. But, it proved her point even more; she needed to stay by his side.

"Bulma, sweetie?" Mrs. Briefs entered the room discretely, which was really unlike her. She was usually the loud one you would always notice, no matter what. "Bulma?" she repeated when her daughter didn't answer.

"I'm here mom. What is it?" Bulma realized her voice sounded kind of annoyed, but she just didn't feel like dealing with her mom and her kind of shallow problems right now. Bulma had more important things to worry about at the moment.

Mrs. Briefs didn't even realize her daughter's harsh tone. "Yamcha is at the door for you. Do you want to see him?" Mrs. Briefs sounded very excited about this; she had no idea they fought.

She was also pretty confused when Yamcha had request from her to ask Bulma if she wished to see him, Yamcha was such a good boy! Why wouldn't Bulma want to see him? He was just being over polite! "He even brought you flowers!" she said with excitement filling her voice again.

Bulma closed her eyes, her blue eyeshadow clearly showing, and sighed in despair. If she didn't go downstairs to talk to Yamcha, her mother would probably want to know what happened, and not only would it be impossible to shut her mother off, but also, Bulma would be reminded by her mother every day that she should only pick one of them. It wasn't as if she was two-timing anyone here, she was just watching over Vegeta because he was in a bad shape, and they would require his help. Nothing more.

"Alright, I'm coming."

Bulma dropped her head slightly, as if she was sulking; Yamcha was really the last person she wanted to see right now. After the bitter fight they had, and Vegeta's accident, it was sad to say, but he was far from being her first priority. But, she didn't want to have to deal with her mother, so she would talk to Yamcha for a few minutes. She turned her head in direction of Vegeta one last time, checking up on him, before she rose, and made her way to the door. Then Bulma stopped before she could exit the room, and lingered in the doorway.

"Mom, can you check on him while I'm gone?"

Mrs. Briefs just smiled, like usually. "Of course Sweetie." Bulma nodded to her mother, as a sign of thank you.

As she walked down the hall, she could catch a glimpse of Yamcha's short dark hair, letting her know he was still waiting for her. To be honest, she didn't feel like dealing with his crap so late at night, but now that she was there, it was pointless to not talk to him. Bulma took a deep breath before approaching him, since it seemed he hadn't heard her arriving in the room. Yamcha gasped as he turned around in surprise when she put her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention. Once he looked at her, Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest, obviously looking displeased.

ÒWhat do you want?" There was a clear hint of anger in her voice as she spoke to him but it was expected since they had fought.

Apparently she was the only one who thought it was normal to still be angry, because Yamcha looked surprise. Over the years they had fought many times, and over more important things, yet, she had never been able to stay mad for more than a couple of hours. Yamcha had been shocked when she didn't call him after a few hours. At first he assumed it was because her father and her were trying to stabilize Vegeta's condition, but when near half the day past, he realized e was in trouble. Bulma had never given up on him before, why would she now?

"You're still angry at me?" he asked, nearly surprised.

Bulma scoffed at his reaction "As a matter of fact, I am."

She uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her side, and turned her head to the side slightly, not even looking at her. Bulma knew Yamcha hated it when she didn't look at him, especially during an argument, so he put his hands on her arms, trying to get her attention. He had a feeling he knew what was happening, and he would not let it occur. Bulma and him were always meant to be, even though they had their up and down in the past, and he wasn't about to let someone like Vegeta ruin what they had. He was a stupid reason to fight over.

"You are really still mad at me because of him?" This time, Yamcha had been unable to hide the jealousy from his voice. Although, it was a natural reaction; any men would feel threatened when a man like Vegeta moved in with their girlfriend.

Unfortunately for him, Bulma didn't miss the tone of his voice. "So that's what all of this is about!"

Bulma wanted to laugh at how ridiculous Yamcha was being; was he really jealous of Vegeta? Honestly, could he not tell that she was only worried about Vegeta because he was hurt and in a critical condition, not because she loved him. No, she didn't have feelings for him, of course not. He was hurt, causing her to worry, and only because they needed him to fight. Also, she had gotten used to his presence, and having him around, which lead her to care a little more than she should. That was all; in normal circumstances, she wouldn't give a damn.

"This has nothing to do with Vegeta, so you can stop being jealous and envying him!" Yamcha felt the heat get to his face as she spoke these words. Never in a million years would he ever be jealous of Vegeta; he looked like a dwarf, and he was far from being good looking! "This is all about you being an ass and thinking you could do what you please!"

"Where were you?"

He knew he needed to change the subject, or he would lose sight of his original goal. Yamcha had came to see her so she could apologize to him, not the other way around. Bulma could be a very bossy person sometimes, and even though she could scare him, he was tired of being the one to grovel back to her. This time he had no desired to back down, since he wanted an apologize for her; he had done nothing wrong. Vegeta had been rude to her, yet he had gotten away with it, but she had yelled at Yamcha. It wasn't fair, and he wanted her to realize that.

"What do you mean?" asked Bulma pretty exasperated.

She walked in direction of the couch, which was a few steps away from Yamcha, before sitting down. Bulma had spent quite a while on her knees while in the room, and now they were hurting her. She didn't think Yamcha could take this as a sign of her not wanting to talk, after all she only wanted to relax, and relieve her knees a little. Although, knowing Yamcha, when he was angry he could make make a big deal out of nothing. She made sure to scoot over so that if he wanted to sit down, there was room for him.

"When I arrived, your mom didn't go get you in the lab, you were somewhere else. Where's Vegeta?"

Bulma closed her eyes, getting slightly annoyed by the way he kept bringing up Vegeta. She had a hard time believing that even Yamcha could be so insecure. Did Yamcha think every time he was gone, Bulma went into Vegeta's room, and they had wild sex? Who did he take her for?

"I was in the hospital room, if you must really know." She knew what his next question was going to be, so she just answered it before he could ask. "I was in there checking on Vegeta."

Yamcha looked at her in surprise. "Checking on Vegeta? What the hell does that mean?" He knew he was probably over reacting, but he couldn't help it. Everything about Vegeta was enough to stir up a feeling of fury inside of him.

"It means, he got severely hurt earlier when the gravity ship exploded, and now he is unconscious. Although you should know that since you dragged him inside with me!" Bulma's thoughts drifted away from Yamcha to go Vegeta. She hoped her mother was checking on him like she said she would since she didn't want him left by himself in this condition. Did her mother even know how to take vital signs? "Look do you have anything else to say to me, or I can leave now?"

"Why is it so hard for you to apologize?" he asked, sounding very exasperated.

Yamcha was trying really hard to hide his jealousy, but it was hard. After all his girlfriend was currently taking care of another man, who happened to be a cold-hearted monster. He knew he had to calm himself, because if he sounded jealous one more time, hse would probably leave and ignore him. Bulma was a pretty independent woman, and she wouldn't be afraid to show it. Yamcha knew he had to make an effort, if not for his own sake, then for them. It hardly matter, since he was used to back down for her.

"It's not that it's hard." She got up of the couch, and walked towards him, a sad smile on her face. She put her hand on his shoulder, and tried to look as sincere as possible. "I just didn't do anything wrong."

For some reason it felt wrong to say these words. Why did it felt like there was a hint of a lie in what she said? Bulma knew she didn't do anything with Vegeta, but was caring for him already crossing the line? Was it wrong for her to worry about someone else than Yamcha? No, it couldn't be. She cared for Goku too, and all they were was friends, and Yamcha never had a problem with it. But, Vegeta wasn't her friend, so why did she care? While Bulma was lost in her thought, Yamcha remained silent, simply observing her face. She seemed to be lost in a train of thoughts and he didn't want to interrupt her, since maybe she would come to her sense and apologize, so he just stood there, waiting for her to say something.

It hit her as she realized that maybe she did have to apologize to Yamcha for her action. Maybe she did care a little too much for Vegeta, but that seemed so strange since most of the time she was just fighting with him and yelling how much of an ass he was. Or maybe that was exactly it. Yamcha felt threatened by him because she was spending a lot of time with Vegeta, even though it wasn't exactly quality time, she still was with him for most of her day. Did she push Yamcha aside when Vegeta moved in? She didn't really think so, but maybe unconsciously, that's what her boyfriend felt like. Maybe she was not always sure about Yamcha, and her feelings for him, but if he had done nothing wrong this time, and now she felt she had to apologize to him.

She was wondering if all the time she spent asking herself why he wasn't spending time with her, it was actually her who wasn't spending time with him. Maybe having Vegeta in this house was a bad idea, but she could never bring herself to kick him out. Not only because he had nowhere to go, but also because it would feel weird without Vegeta around. She had gotten use to their fights, and their arguments everyday, and also, it had actually brought back the little action her life had lost over the years. So maybe Yamcha was right, maybe she did have to apologize to him; of course, she wouldn't tell him why she was apologizing, she would just do it, because it's not like she had feelings for Vegeta. She only just liked their fights, and the way he spiced up her life. That's it.

"You are right Yamcha. I'm sorry."

Yamcha stood there stunned, nearly frozen in place as he replayed her words in his mind. It was probably the first time since he had known her that Bulma had apologize to him. He was quite shock, and didn't really know how to react even though he knew that's what he came to her house for, but he almost didn't expect to get it. Since he was in shock, he didn't really push the questioning to why was she apologizing? Getting an apology from her was probably going to be the greatest accomplishment of his life.

"It's okay. I was getting a little angry over nothing myself."

He smiled at her as he bent slightly so he could hug her, and Bulma let him do it, but somehow, it felt...weird. It felt like she was getting hug by Goku, or Krillin, as if it was a friend hugging her. Her heart was beating faster, but she didn't feel relax, and she just didn't enjoy the embrace as much as she usually would. Why did this embrace feel so uncomfortable? Didn't they love each other?

Yamcha had a feeling she wanted to go back to Vegeta, and he did feel a pinch in his heart; it did hurt thinking about her with him, but he had just gotten an apology from her, and he wasn't about to screw everything up.

"How about we go for dinner Friday?"

"Sure."

Yamcha and Bulma were both surprised by how quick she responded. It made Yamcha happy, but Bulma wondered why she had accepted without even thinking about it. Well, it was too late now to change her mind since if she declined his invitation, he would probably have all those thoughts again, and she simply didn't feel like fighting with him again. Bulma had seemed to manage to put Yamcha at ease, at least for now, and it was good enough for her. She was even surprised he hadn't pushed the subject further, so she would be content with what happened.

"I'll pick you up at 7." with that, he kissed her cheek softly, and broke the embrace. He kindly smiled at her before leaving her standing in the hall, looking at the closed door.

What am I doing? she thought.

-L-

It had been two days, and Vegeta was still unconscious, which had gotten Bulma really worried. His vitals signs had slightly improved though, which helped calm her down a little. She was supposed to be getting dress and ready for her date with Yamcha because it was already 6 o'clock, but she just had a hard time thinking about leaving Vegeta alone by himself like this. Although, she did bother her mom for about half an hour to make sure she was going to stay by Vegeta's side the entire time she would be gone. Even Mrs. Briefs had her limit of patience, and had accepted so Bulma would go away, and stop bothering her while she was baking. Using up Mrs. Briefs' patience was something very hard to do; yet Bulma had managed to do it.

When she saw it was 6:45, Bulma realized she really had to go and get ready. She checked on Vegeta one more time, fixing his sheets, before leaving, running in direction of her room running. She didn't really care what she looked like, so she just grabbed the first dress she noticed in her closet and put it on. It was a red silky dress, which was plunging in a deep v in her back, stopping right before her ass, and in the front, the straps were going around her neck, and the cleavage area was in the shape of a u, revealing just a little bit.

Her hair had dried a little wavy, and Bulma liked it that way, so she only had to apply some make up on her face and she would be ready for her date with Yamcha. She put on some cherry lipstick and a light pink eyeshadow. Then she blinked a little as she applied the mascara before putting it down, and looking at herself in the mirror. It was nearly a miracle; she had gotten ready in less than 10 minutes, which was quite a record for her. Granted she could go out in normal clothes any day, but usually for this type of occasion, she would almost take an hour.

Perhaps there was a first time for everything.
As she started to walk towards the hall, she knocked on the door of Vegeta's temporary room. She stood right in front of the door, wondering if she should knock or not; she had bothered her mom enough for today.

After a few seconds, she decided that she could bother her one last time. "Mom?"

"Yes sweety?" Mrs. Briefs opened the door very slowly, revealing her very sleepy self. She had dark circles under her pretty blue eyes, and she yawned after greeting her daughter. Bulma had kept her up late lately.

"I just wanted to make sure you were checking on Vegeta." Mrs. Briefs giggled a little; her daughter was really worried about this cute handsome boy. Maybe they would be a couple? Oh. That's right. Bulma was dating Yamcha! She could be so ditsy sometimes! "Because I'm leaving now."

"Yes I am sweety, don't worry about him." With that, she closed the door before Bulma could even get a glimpse at Vegeta.

She sighed, as she walked slowly in the direction of the door. Her mom had probably been right to kick her out; she worried too much. Bulma began to walk in direction of the door, which was good timing since when she reached it, the doorbell rang. Since she was right there, she immediately opened it, and as soon as Yamcha saw her face, he smiled and pulled her into a sweet embrace. As he hugged her, Bulma felt something against her her back, causing her to back away; she saw he bought her roses.

"They are for you." he said with a kind smile on his face.

He had really tried to make an effort for her, and he knew she would appreciate. As Bulma looked at all the effort he had put into their date, she felt bad for the way she rushed to get prepared. Usually, he wouldn't put some much importance into their dates, why did he have to tonight of all day? Yamcha had never gotten her flowers before; he was going all out tonight, while she was going with the bare minimum. For a second it made her feel as if she did not deserve someone like Yamcha in her life.

"Thank you." she said in a soft voice as she took the roses and smelled them; they smelled wonderful. A smile brightened her face as she put them in a vase that was near her. "You look very handsome." She lightly kissed him on his thin lips.

"And you are breathtaking."

Bulma couldn't help but blush at the comment. It was at that moment that she decided to push aside any bad moments they had recently, and to simply enjoy herself, and his company. Yes, for her sake, for his sake, she was going to have a good night tonight, and leave all her worries behind the door; tonight was about her and Yamcha. Bulma would not let anyone crawl into her mind, and distract her. After everything they went through, Yamcha and her deserved this one night together.

-L-

The date was going very well, and actually better than Bulma had even expected. They went to a very nice and chic restaurant downtown, where the food had been excellent, and for the first time in a long time, Yamcha had manage to keep a intelligent and nice conversation with her, so she hadn't been bored out of her mind. Usually he would always end up talking about sports or fighting, and Bulma would nod once in a while. Not tonight though, he had made sure the night was all about her. If he had been trying to impress her tonight, it had definitively worked! Right now, they were in the middle of the dance floor in the restaurant, dancing to the rhythm of a slow song. Yamcha's hands were around Bulma's waist, and she was holding him, her head resting on his chest. Yamcha looked down at his watch: it was already almost midnight. It was pretty late, but he didn't want to say anything since he didn't want this moment to end.

"I think we should get going." Bulma softly raised her head, before looking into Yamcha's brown eyes.

She sighed since she was really enjoying this moment they were sharing, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to be over. After all, who knew if the same magic would be there tomorrow, or the following days? It had been so long since they enjoyed themselves like this.

Yamcha smiled; he hadn't seen Bulma this happy with him in a long time. "It's okay, we can do a repeat."

Maybe things were finally going to work out for them, maybe he could stop worrying; he had put a lot of efforts into tonight, to make sure everything would be perfect for her, and apparently, that was all that was required for him and Bulma to share a perfect evening. Yamcha realized that with a little effort, his relationship with Bulma would be great again. After all, he had seen her this happy in a long time; she was shinning, radiating with joy. It felt good to know he was still able to make her feel this way.

"I'd love to!"

She got a little excited and all smile, and she felt like the same teenager she was when she first met Yamcha. Bulma brought her hand to her mouth; had she really sound so giggly? It was very unlike her. She raised her head, and saw that her reaction made Yamcha smile grow. By looking at them, it was hard to tell that a few days ago, she was considering not talking to him for a long time. Also, she could still remember how awkward their embrace at been that day, and she assumed it was because of the fight. Yamcha took her hand in his as they walked together towards the car, enjoying the small walk as the night was warm, and the blue sky was lighten up by thousands of stars.

"You know, you didn't kiss me tonight." Bulma turned her head to look at him, pouting. Yamcha always thought she was adorable when she pouted. "I'm starting to think you don't like me."

Yamcha chuckled. "We wouldn't want that would we?"

As they got to the car, he pressed her body against it and started to kiss her. His hands rested on her hips, and he was trying to make sure they weren't going to move; he didn't want to ruin it by making her think that was all he wanted, even though he did want it. This evening had been perfect, and he was not going to run it. It was just that ometimes, it was just hard to control himself since Bulma was a very attractive woman.

After a few minutes, Bulma broke the kiss, her lips slightly red and swollen. It wasn't much, it wasn't big, but she actually did feel a little tiny something at the pit of her stomach this time. She wondered if that meant they could bring back what they had if they tried. Well, she sure wasn't going to give up yet; tonight had been magical. Yamcha had really earn back some of her trust. Maybe that's all they needed; a couple of good nights.

Yamcha opened the door of the car for her, and she entered it, smiling at him. "Thank you," she softly whispered. Yamcha could be quite the gentleman when he was trying; she had missed that.

As he started the car, he noticed Bulma kept looking at him, trying to look into his eyes. "I had a really good time," she said, sincerely, which she hadn't done with him in a long time and, it felt good not to lie. "Thank you for all you did." She smiled, truly, at Yamcha, her eyes lighting up.

"It's because I love you." There it was, the famous I love you. He said it again, and she hadn't. Bulma wasn't quite sure she was there yet, but they had such a good night that she didn't want to break the moment. If she remained silent, he would probably take it the bad way; she didn't want to ruin the night.

"I love you too." She hoped it sounded sincere, and she prayed he didn't notice her hesitation.

When he turned his head and smiled at her, she realize he didn't, which was a good thing. Although the good feeling in her stomach had disappeared. Now the date had been perfect for Yamcha, and nice for Bulma. As he pulled in front of her house, he turned around and looked at her; he was expecting his goodnight kiss. She laughed as she grabbed his face and forcefully kissed him. At the end of the kiss they were both giggling against each other's lips, which helped bring back the mood.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said before driving off.

Bulma stood there for a while, waving at him. Although there was a little twitch that the end, it didn't erase the fact that this had been quite a good night, and that Yamcha could still make her happy. She walked slowly inside of the house, and it's only when her mother came up to her, that she was reminded of Vegeta. She had totally forgotten about him! Nearly the whole night Vegeta had been completely out of her mind, and she had forgotten about his current state. Mrs. Briefs seemed to have noticed the look on Bulma's face.

"He is fine sweetie, he only dreamed a couple of times, and I think he said your name."

Bulma's eyes opened; he called for her again? She was wondering why she was in Vegeta's mind so much; he seemed to despite her with all his heart; why did he keep dreaming about her? She ran to the room as fast as she could, and she saw Vegeta lying in the bed, still unconscious. What had she expect, for him to be awake? She walked to the little desk beside his bed and sat down. She really was tired, but she wanted to stay awake a little longer; she felt bad that she was gone for so long. Without her really realizing, her head was resting on the desk, as she was fighting to keep her eyes opened. She was just looking at Vegeta, and now, it had seemed like she had forget about Yamcha. The mood she had been in, all those feelings were long forgotten, as her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Finally, her tiredness got the best of her as her eyes closed, for good this time.

Not so long after that, Vegeta's eyes slightly opened. He turned is head a little, and saw that Bulma was back. He didn't exactly smiled, but he seemed pretty content, as he put his head back in position, and closed his eyes, going back into a deep sleep, just like Bulma.

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