Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ You can't hide forever ( Chapter 7 )

Bulma sighed heavily; life was finally back to the way it should have been. Vegeta had been back for three weeks now, and they had gone back to what they were always doing; fighting. None stop, every time they would cross path, there was a fight. Bulma didn't mind, since she felt like she had finally found the feistyness she had been missing. Of course, fighting with Vegeta was her way to compensate for some other things. Any time something was wrong, she could find him, and vent some anger. He didn't care, so it was perfect.

Things with Yamcha had not been better. They said they would try, improving things but like every time, it had fallen flat. She knew Yamcha was somehow not hers anymore, but she couldn't bring herself to let him go. Bulma was scared of being alone, and loneliness was not her favorite feeling. Bulma was aware of how pathetic it sounded, but she could not do it! Yamcha was not the boyfriend he used to be, and his mind was always wandering somewhere else.

Perhaps he was trying to show her what it had been like for him during all these weeks? Bulma shook her head; she needed to be stronger! She picked up the phone, and dialed Yamcha's number. Lately it had been hard to get a hold of him, and somehow, she had a feeling it wouldn't be different this time around; when had Yamcha gotten so popular? It rang a lot of times without anyone answering, and Bulma was about to hang up when somebody answered.

"Hello?"

Bulma was semi-speechless. This was not Yamcha's voice, or anybody else she knew. Why would this person be answering Yamcha's phone? "Hello?" A panic took over, and before she knew it, Bulma began to breath faster than normal.

"Who is this?" asked the feminine voice. Bulma could feel her heart ready to explode in her heart, as she thought about her worst fear coming true; a woman, another woman. There was another woman, who wasn't her, answering her ex-cheater boyfriend. Not a good combination at all.

"Who is THIS?" said Bulma, repeating the question, she needed to find out who the hell this was!

"Kegome." said the woman, in a voice that sounded very fake and shallow.

Oh boy, Bulma could picture what this girl looked like; manicure, blond hair, and probably no brain at all. The type Yamcha loved. "Who is this?" repeated the woman, clearly getting annoyed.

In anger, Bulma slammed the phone, hanging up in her face. Kegome. The name kept echoing in her head; who was she? Never had she met anyone with that name before, which meant it was someone only Yamcha knew. Was Yamcha seeing someone else? Bulma let her body fall on the ground. What, since they weren't doing it, he had gone, and found someone else to give him what he desired? No way, he would not do that would he? Although, he had done it before... She shook her head; no she needed to have faith into Yamcha, he would not hurt her that way again. Hurt. She kept repeating to herself that things between them weren't good anymore, but she couldn't help the pain she felt in her heart.

Betrayed. She had bad thoughts too, and she even believed for a while that she might have some kind of feeling for Vegeta, but first that was completely silly, and second of all, she never acted on any thoughts or feelings she thought she had. She would have to find out if it was true, if Yamcha had cheated on her again. But she was scared; she could not even bring herself on get up from the floor. What if it was true? Then what could she possibly do? Was confronting him about it the best thing to do?

Plus, there was no use in going now, since the girl probably told Yamcha somebody called, and if he was cheating then, he would have gotten rid of her already. There would be no evidence, and he would probably already have an excuse all ready for her Bulma jumped heavily when she heard the phone ring. She could not answer it, she couldn't move. The phone simply kept on ringing, and ringing, and the sound echoed in her head. Then, she heard Vegeta's voice.

"Woman, would you answer the DAMN phone!" screamed Vegeta from the kitchen. This damn woman could not give him some peace; he was trying to eat here!

Vegeta raised his head in wonder; why wasn't Bulma answering the phone, or yelling something back at him? That wasn't like her. What was wrong with her this time? Lately, she had seemed like a different person, not that he really noticed, simply she wasn't as intense as usual when the fought. But, it didn't matter to him. She was only there for the GR. Since the phone kept on ringing, and driving him crazy, he figured the best thing to do was pick it up.

He rolled his eyes as soon as he picked it up. "I should have known."

He walked over the living room, where to his surprise he found Bulma on the ground. "It's for you," he said as he extended his arm to her. Bulma shook her head. Vegeta insisted, and shoved the phone in her face. She didn't move, and simply shook her head again. Not one word escaped her lips.

Vegeta sighed heavily, and put the phone back to his ear. Why did he have to deal with this idiot? "She says no." then he hung up the phone.

Vegeta then threw it on the ground, right beside Bulma. "I don't care what's your problem with the weakling, but I don't want to deal with him again." That weakling was not worth his time.

Again, Vegeta expected Bulma to say something back at him, but she did not. She simply sat there, looking in front of her, like she was in same shock or something like that. Vegeta had never seen her like this. The Bulma he was familiar with would have insulted it. He didn't know who it was in front of him right now, but he disliked that person even more than he did the woman. At least there was some passion within her when she was in her regular state of mind.

"Woman?"

Seeing how she didn't respond, Vegeta scoffed. "Fine."

If she didn't want to answer him, he wasn't going to stand around and be insulted. He walked away, deciding it was time for him to train, leaving Bulma behind, erasing any questions or thoughts he had about her. He didn't have time to lose on her, and enough had been wasted already.

-L-

Bulma had avoided every single phone call from Yamcha ever since that faithful day. Fortunately for Bulma, her parents were currently gone, and Vegeta was busy training, and he didn't give a damn about her. At least, nobody was there to ask her questions and find out what was her problem. She was sitting in front of the TV, watching a romance movie, and she had cookie dough and ice cream beside her. She felt depressed, and she wasn't going to hide it. These kind of threats were exactly what a girl needed to lift up her spirits.

She felt like burying herself under a cover when she heard the door open; she knew who that was. Vegeta. He was probably going to ask her to cook, or fix the gravity machine like usual. At least, she didn't have to worry about Yamcha; she made sure nobody was going to let him in. She had changed the security code, and had warned the employees, that he was not welcome at Capsule Corporation for the time being. As she expected it, Vegeta came in the living room, walking in her direction, with a very angry step.

"Woman."

Bulma rolled her eyes; she was in no mood to deal with him and his jerkiness right now. He was an asshole, and she knew he would try to piss her off. He wouldn't try to find out what was wrong though; he didn't care about her that much. Vegeta only cared enough to keep her around to fix the gravity machine. And now that she was down, she felt as if he was trying to push her to her limit a lot more than usual. He just loved toying with her.

"Make me food, now," ordered Vegeta as he stood right in front of Bulma, blocking her view, and his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Now," he repeated when he noticed Bulma was not moving.

"Not now Vegeta," said Bulma before trying to push him away from the TV, so she could see what was happening in the movie.

He sighed heavily; he was going to have to fight her again. Honestly couldn't she do anything right the first time around? Her new attitude was pissing him off, and he tried avoiding dealing with her. "Woman, don't make me repeat myself," he said in a warning tone.

Bulma scoffed, before getting up from the couch. Vegeta thought he had won, but he was wrong. She walked over to her purse, and took money out.

"Here you go," she said as she threw the money at him, not even counting it, knowing there was more than enough.

"And what am I supposed to do with this?" said Vegeta as he looked down at the money with a look of disgust on his face.

Bulma sighed heavily, and grabbed the phone from the table where she had been staring at it.

"Take this," she said before looking in the phone book and founding the number she was looking for. "Call this number, and like a big boy order your own pizza."

Bulma almost wanted to smile; only Vegeta could get her angry enough that she would forget what she was mad about, and be focus enough to yell at him. It was a curse, but at the same time, it was a gift.

Vegeta scoffed, and threw the money on the ground. "I don't think so, I am the -"

Bulma cut him. "Prince of all Saiyans, I know."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I do not order my own pizza," he said with attitude before walking away from her, expecting Bulma to cook, or do whatever as long as she provided him with food. If she couldn't give him food, her level of usefulness would decrease.

Bulma let her head hit the couch; Vegeta was really impossible to live with. She sighed as she took the phone in her own hand, and started dialing the pizza place's number; she would never hear the end of it, if she didn't provide Vegeta with food, and she didn't feel like cooking. Sometimes she thought she gave in way too easily, but then again, right now she had no energy to deal with him. It was already taken her everything she had to get out of bed in the morning.

She heard Vegeta's footsteps, and knew he was coming back to demand his food. "IT'S COMING!" she yelled as loud as she could to avoid having him around. But, Vegeta was Vegeta and he still came in the living room anyway.

He didn't say anything, but he simply sat on the couch right beside her. Bulma glared at him, but he didn't move which caused she sighed heavily. This was going to be a long day if he kept that up. "What do you want? I ordered your food already!" snapped Bulma as she tried to focus her attention on the movie she was kind of watching.

"What makes you thing I want anything to do with you? I'm waiting for my food."

Bulma felt like biting his head off. "But why do you have to wait BESIDE me?" Vegeta was such a pain in the ass sometimes. "Go away will you?" she asked in a softer voice; she was NOT going to break down in front of him. He was such a jerk, all he would do is insult her! So, she did her best to hold back the tears that were coming to her eyes. She wouldn't show any weakness in front of Vegeta.

Vegeta shook his head. "I can stay wherever I want."

Bulma felt her blood boiled in her veins; was he simply trying to provoke her, or was he trying to find out what is wrong with her without asking? Well, this was Vegeta she was talking about here! He didn't want to know what was wrong with her, right? He probably couldn't care less.

"Fine."

Vegeta scoffed, and stared at the television in front of him. Once in a while, Bulma would turn her head, and look at him, but he would never return the stare; Bulma knew Vegeta was aware of her staring, which meant he was ignoring her on purpose.

"I think he's cheating on me," said Bulma in a soft voice, her eyes never crossing Vegeta's. She didn't know why she was sharing that with him. Perhaps because he was the only one around at the moment, and she needed to talk with someone.

He remained in silence, and Bulma didn't know if it was a sign to shut up, or continue; surely Vegeta didn't care about her little story did he? "It's silly. I'm not sure, it's just... this girl." Bulma shook her head, she was being silly; she could feel the tears coming.

"Of course he is," said Vegeta before chuckling. Bulma could swear she heard him muttered, pathetic, and then, he stood up, and walked away from her, obviously not caring.

Bulma was fighting back the tears; she could be such an idiot sometimes! What was wrong with her; why would she ever think of sharing this with someone like Vegeta? He didn't give a damn about her! Bulma took the tissue box that was beside her and threw it against the wall; Damn Vegeta. Why was she letting him get to her so much anyway?

Stupid Woman. Vegeta was walking down the hall, not feeling so hungry anymore. What was wrong with that woman? Humans were so weak; any little things would get them so emotional, and than, they would become weak and vulnerable. That was not something that would ever happen to
him! Emotions. There was only someone like the woman to feel that way.

Plus, He knew already that other women constantly surrounded the weakling. It was probably not a secret to Kakarot, or his stupid brat; the weakling had a woman smell to himself very different from Bulma's. Of course, he didn't care, she wanted to remain with him anyway, and it wasn't his business. If she wanted to lose her time with him, fine by him, at least he didn't have Yamcha in his way trying to act all tough.

That was another mistake humans made. When saiyans actually got involved into relationship, they would mate for life. No worries about cheating or all that other bullshit. It was one partner, and would remain that way until one of them died. Yes just like woman unattached saiyans would have casual sex with random people, but they never got themselves involve past physical relationship in these cases. If the woman had wanted that weakling to be faithful, she should have made an official bond with him.

Vegeta shook his head; how did a stupid race like humans managed to survive, while is race had been destroyed? Surely this had been pure bad luck. Every time someone was there to save those damn humans, and it was the only reason why they were still alive! He couldn't deny that he had grown somewhat attached to this mud ball, but that was only because he had been there for a while now. Also, it was because of all the advantages for his training this place provided him with. This was after all, one of the reasons why he was keeping the woman around; she was the only one who could invent such things for him to use. She could prove to be somewhat useful from time to time.

He was aware that she was probably still on the couch, cursing him to hell, and he quite enjoyed the thought. Sure, he had wanted to know why she was more of a mess today than usually, but he wasn't going to ask her. If he had known it was for such a reason; like he said, it was simply pathetic. Never would he waste his whole day on something that was meant to fail from the start. The first time he had laid eyes on the weakling, he had known he couldn't do anything right.

Vegeta was never going to let anybody have the control over him, and his emotions like she was letting Yamcha do. Although, she never really seemed to talk about him lately, she was still crying over him right now. He shook his head; he would not even try to understand her. One thing did confuse him; why in the world would she tell him what's going on in her life. She knew he didn't care; yet she still told him.

Another proof that she was nuts.

-L-

Yamcha had stopped calling. Bulma didn't want to talk to him, but as 3 days passed without a phone call, she was getting worried. So was he cheating?
Had he already moved on, that's why he wasn't calling anymore? He didn't care? Well then, she wouldn't care either! Although she couldn't believed that three days was all it took him to get over their relationship! In total hey had been together for so long, how could he forget so easily? Unless he thought she would take him back again. Well, it wasn't going to happen!

Bulma kicked her covers away from her body with her feet, and finally stood up proud. She was not going to waste any more tears on him; if he wanted to talk to her, then he would have to come, she would not go to him! After this little realization, Bulma felt a lot better. Well, psychologically; physically she looked like a mess. She decided it was time to take care of herself a little, and jumped into a warm shower, washing away the mess she had been those past couple of days, and the pain she had felt. Yes, today was going to be a better day, she could feel it.

Bulma dressed herself, and did her hair, and only when she was satisfied with her looks, did she finally come out. She knew her mother was gone groceries shopping, and her father was locked in the laboratory, inventing Kami knew what. As for Vegeta, she hadn't crossed path with him since the last argument they had, and she wasn't going to complain about that. For all she cared, he could be doing whatever the hell he wanted. She didn't need his crap right now.

Bulma walked out of the room, a confident smile on her voice; today was going to be good, she wouldn't let anything happen. As soon as she made it at the end of the wall without running into Vegeta she felt a lot happier; this was already a good sign. Bulma soon realized she had spoken too fast; Vegeta was sitting in the kitchen, having breakfast. She sighed heavily; well, she was hungry so she had to go in. Maybe if she tried really hard to ignore him, it would be as if he did not exist?

As she walked in, she made sure to avoid any type of eye contact with Vegeta. He didn't seem surprised by her presence, and didn't seem to care either, which was good. Bulma walked over the fridge, and started humming slightly, taking out the jam. When she started humming, Vegeta did raise his head to look at her; what was wrong with her? Wasn't she a crying mess less than two hours ago? She surely was strange. He shook his head; why did he even care? And Vegeta decided he didn't and went back to eating.

Bulma had started humming as soon as she had seen Vegeta to distract her mind; he was an ass all right, but why did he have to be such a good looking ass? He had come back from training, and apparently had not taken the time to shower, and simply went right for the food. His shirt was so torn, that she could see all of his muscles, and boy did he look good, even with all his scars from previous battles. He had a much better body than Yamcha would ever dream of having!

Yamcha. Bulma shook her head; no, she wasn't going to think about him today. She actually almost felt like freaking Vegeta out today. It was rare to not see him angry, and she wanted to see another emotion on his face, and decided the best way to do that, would be to be nice to him.

"Good morning Vegeta." said Bulma with her most cheerful voice.

Vegeta didn't raise his head, but he still looked at her with a furious glare, and remained silent. What the hell did she want this morning? Why was she trying to sound so happy? It wasn't like her; she was constantly moody, and bitchy. There was something wrong with the tone of her voice, but he couldn't quite figure it out.

Bulma wanted to laugh at Vegeta's expression, but knew she couldn't so her smile simply grew wider. "Having a good day?" she inquired, still looking intensively at him.

What does she want? Vegeta was very confused; was she trying to mess with him? Since when did she care about anything concerning him? "Hmpf," was his only respond. Whatever little game she felt like playing, he had no intention of joining in.

Bulma shook her head. "Why so grumpy?" she asked, before getting up and walking behind him. Vegeta followed her every movement, which made Bulma smile even more. Sometimes, Vegeta could be way too easy, but he was still a good distraction. She put her hands on both of his shoulders, and felt him flinched. "You need to learn to relax." He was way too angry all the time, it couldn't be good for him.

Bulma slowly started to rub Vegeta's shoulders, causing him to flinch again. What in the world? Why was she touching him like this. He didn't know what she thought she was doing, but he didn't like her hands on him. Soon enough, he stood up in anger pushing her hands away. "And just what do you think you're doing?" snapped Vegeta.

She smiled and put her hands in front of her. "Giving you a massage."

Vegeta scoffed. "Do not put your filthy hands on me, woman," was the last thing he said, before walking away from the kitchen obviously angry. Bulma could not help but grin; oh yes, this was a good day.

-L-

Bulma looked out her window; basically only 2 years left now until the androids' arrival. Almost a year had passed now since the boy from the future had warned them about the androids, yet Bulma felt like nobody was making real progress. Vegeta was still training in his very stubborn way, Goku was probably doing the same, and the others were doing their own training. The only one she didn't know about was Yamcha; a week and a half had passed now, and he didn't come see her. She had given up hope on him coming, and knew that the way things looked at the moment, she would have to go talk to him. One thing was for sure, Bulma refused to crawl back to him. If he did cheat on her, he was not getting off the hook as easily this time.

Of course she missed him sometimes, and also, she felt lonely sometimes, but when that would happen, there was always Vegeta, and their fights to distract her. Which so far, had been working pretty well. But, today Vegeta wasn't there; he was gone fighting Goku, at least that's what she had understood from all his muttering and cursing. It made her feel somewhat to think Vegeta had friends to distract himself with, when she was all alone.
She was in the laboratory right now, but her mind had gotten distracted; she would zone out really easy lately, and it was not due to her lack of sleep. For some reason, she was sleeping more than ever lately; well she had a little idea. She was a genius after all; she couldn't really lie to herself, she felt a little bit depressed, even though she tried to bury herself in work, and it was getting the best of her energy to put up the facade. Her father had not been asking any questions about her, but her mother had, although she had it completely wrong; she thought she was fighting with Vegeta. Her mother strongly believed that her and Vegeta were together. Bulma had explained to her mother many times that it was not the case, but she never seemed to believe her, so Bulma had given up trying.

Vegeta. She was so confused about him. Nobody could bring her the feistyness in her like him, yet she couldn't stand being around him. He was a jerk, who would never feel anything, and this was not the type of man she was looking for. But, Vegeta always seemed on her thoughts no matter what. She did truly care for him; she wouldn't want anything to happen to him, but anything else would be crazy. It was Vegeta after all. She sighed heavily; why did he have to be so Kami damn complicated? Men were complicated enough without having him adding up to the rest.

No matter what, Bulma couldn't help the feeling she would feel every time she would touch him. That didn't happen to often, but, like the other day when she tried to massage him, it felt different. Feeling all of his muscles under her fingers, feeling how great, and strong he was... Snap out of it! She couldn't help it. She actually felt a little pathetic for thinking that way about Vegeta. He would never care about anybody else but himself, and there she was wasting her time.

Bulma looked down at the table; she was creating a new device; a tracking ki device. Everybody seemed able to know where everybody was at any given time, except her. She wanted to be able to tell these kind of things, and Bulma decided to take the matter into her own hand! It wasn't that complicated! After all, she had work on many bigger things, like the gravity room, so this little device was nothing for her. It was simply to pass the time. She had decided to shape it into a watch; it would be a lot easier to keep it from Vegeta. If he was to find out, he would probably ask her what it was, and why, and a whole bunch of stupid questions.

Bulma heard a loud bang, and she knew it was Vegeta coming back home, and he didn't sound happy. He was cursing, and saying Kakarot. Bulma couldn't help but laugh; this was going to be interesting.

"Woman!"

She should have figured; he was in a bad mood, and now he was looking for her. Perhaps he was using her to vent his anger, just like she was using him to get rid of hers. She sighed heavily; she better put her prototype away before he realized she was in there. She opened the drawer beneath the desk, and threw it in there; she would have to finish it later.

"What?" asked Bulma before opening the door of the laboratory, with Vegeta standing right in front of the door.

He seemed kind of surprise she replied so fast. "Go cook me something," he said before walking away.

Bulma shook her head before rolling her eyes; why did he believe she would answer his every command? Bulma thought it was going to be a good idea to see how well Vegeta could manage on his own. "No," she said before closing the door of the laboratory. She could hear Vegeta walking very fast in her direction.

She knew what was coming, and smiled. "If you blow up this place, I swear Vegeta I am going to deactivate the Gravity Room, and YOU will NOT train in IT ANYMORE," she yelled from the top of her lungs to make sure he gets the message. Vegeta still punched the door open.

"I'm serious. I can do it FROM HERE," she said as she walked in direction of the drawer, pretending she was going to go get it.

Vegeta wasn't sure if she was bluffing or not, but one thing was for sure; he couldn't risk losing the Gravity Room. He grunted in anger; he didn't want to give in, but he needed it. "Fine," he said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, and walked away.

Well, that was easy. Bulma blinked a few times. He already walked away? Hm, maybe Vegeta was more of a softy, than she had believed him to be

She laughed; yeah, right.

-L-