Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ I love you, maybe, kinda, sort of ( Chapter 8 )

"Bulma?"

She had promised herself she would not do this. She had promised herself she would not crawl back to him. She promised herself she would let him come to her. She promised herself she would be the strongest one. She promised herself not to make that mistake.

But damn.

It had been over 2 weeks, and Yamcha had not even try to contact her!

Obviously he had done something wrong! Why would he avoid her for so long? Why wouldn't he try to contact her, and make things better? Reassure her about who this girl was? Usually, he would have hurried to explain what happened, trying to tell her it was big misunderstanding, but this time, he never attempted to. The only explanation she found was that this time it was real; it was exactly what she thought it was, and he thought no explanation was needed.

Now she was staring at him, and for one of the rare time in her life, Bulma was completely speechless. She didn't even know where to start, nor did she even know what to say. She tried to read his eyes, trying to see his emotions, but nothing. No guilt, no happiness. It was simply blank. Had he expected this? Did he not regret any of it? Didn't he mind this could be all over? Was she the only one that was a slight mess, even though she was trying to hide it? Could it be that it didn't matter to him if they were together or not? This whole time she thought he was more invested in this relationship than she was, but she had been wrong.

Bulma sighed; she probably was. Yamcha had cheated before, and he had regretted it, this time she couldn't see it in his eyes, and it was also at that moment that she felt her heart being crushed a little, and pain going through her body. Of course it didn't stay that way very long; now, she knew he cheated, and the pain was replace by her usual anger, and she wasn't about to go easy on Yamcha. After all the times he told her to trust him, not he was going behind her back?

"You cheating, lying bastard." was all that came out of Bulma's mouth before she put her finger on his chest, and pushed him. Yamcha took the push, and didn't say anything; Bulma wasn't going to let him talk anyway.

"What the fuck is your problem? It seems that you just can't keep your dick in your pants for too long!" Bulma was seeing red, and the fact that Yamcha was remaining silent wasn't helping his case. Why didn't he fight back?

"Is it because I wouldn't give in?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Is it because I don't treat you like you are a God and do everything you want?" Bulma was about to talk again, but Yamcha cut her.

"Try Vegeta," said Yamcha as he walked slightly away from Bulma; sure he was going to have a talk with her, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared of her. Bulma might not be a fighter, but when she was mad, she was scarier than Vegeta. You had to be careful, or she could blow you to pieces.

Yamcha didn't cheat on her though. Sure, there was another girl in his apartment, but it's not like they had done anything. She was simply getting the wrong idea about this. He could tell her that, but right now, she seemed way too upset to listen to him. Plus, he had things to say too, and Yamcha felt like it was time for him to express all the feelings he had kept inside all this time. She wanted to get to the bottom of this story, well so did he.

Bulma shook her head, and then put her hands in her hair, taking a grip.

"You have to be fucking kidding me." This guy was driving her mad! She was here because he cheated on her, yet he was trying to turn the table around! UNBELIEVABLE! As if she'd ever sleep with Vegeta! "You cheated on me buddy, no the other way around!"

Yamcha scoffed. "How do I know you didn't do anything with Vegeta?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest, like if he was provoking her to prove him wrong. After all, how did he know what happened inside of Capsule Corporation while he was gone? On top of that, he refused to trust Vegeta; he had seen what he was capable of, and the two of them couldn't stand each other.

Bulma's mouth opened wide; he did not! "How dare you, you, you... SCUMBAG!" She was pointing his finger at him. "First of all, Vegeta is Vegeta, I could be the last woman on Earth, and he wouldn't come nowhere near me, and second of all, unlike you, I understand what the word fidelity means." How dare he compared himself to her? Sure, she did have some thoughts, but she never actually acted on them! She was with Yamcha, and that was it, she didn't go running around having sex with anyone.

"What about your feelings?" he asked, looking at her with doubts in his eyes.
What? Did he know the thoughts she had about Vegeta? There was no way he could have found out! Nobody even knew! Yamcha surely couldn't read her mind! "Wh-what are you t-talking about?" she asked stumbling on her own words. She closed her eyes for a brief second; way to look guilty!

Yamcha finally looked confused; why did she look so surprise? It wasn't an unexpected question really. "Your feelings, for me." he explained calmly.
Bulma felt like sighing in relief; oh, that was what he was talking about. Although, it still wasn't an easy question, and it took her a few seconds before she was able to answer him. "I love you. At least I did." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I'm not into cheater." She scoffed, and turned her head, looking away from him. Why did it have to happen again?

"I love you Bulma," said Yamcha with a sincere voice. "I didn't cheat on you," he added, although he doubted it would do anything. Bulma had no trust in him. Not because of what happened now, she simply never did. All these months, all that time, and she never had a shred of faith in him.

The sad thing was, she knew he loved her, and he cared about her. Yamcha always did, and always would; he simply didn't the way she wished he had. For him, it was hard to simply be with her, especially without the physical contact she had been denying him for so long. He had to admit, he could get easily distracted by pretty girls, but she wasn't making it easy on him. He was someone who needed the physical part of the relationship, and she had forcefully denied it to him, for no good reason.

Yamcha found it actually ironic that things between them would be over. Bulma and him had ups and downs, yet he always thought they would be together forever. He knew there were going to fight, and he knew he was an idiot, but he would never give up on her; he believed she had been the one.

Goku had slightly confirmed his thoughts, when he had wished Bulma a healthy baby. He believed they were going to be parents, but now that he was thinking about it, Goku had wished Bulma a healthy baby, not him. Of course, back then he simply saw the bright side but never discussed it with Bulma, since she never mentioned it again to him.

He hadn't completely cheated on Bulma. He didn't sleep with the girl. Sure, they had kissed once, but then he had felt bad, he had tried to push the girl away for a while now, but with Bulma becoming distant, and everything, it was simply getting harder and harder to be strong. She was cold, and never really wanted to do anything sexual. She kept saying she wanted to wait, but if she had truly loved him, wouldn't she have trust him enough to know he wouldn't cheat on her again?

Bulma stood there looking at Yamcha, as he was lost in his thoughts. She wanted to scream more at him, yell him names, but this was so harder than she had expected it to be. Yamcha had been her one and only love, and it was hard to imagine herself without him. Sure, she didn't know the whole story yet, but she knew he was involved with someone else than her, and it was enough. She didn't need to know the whole story; she didn't want to know it. It hurt enough, and she knew she refused to put herself through this again.

She knew she wasn't the perfect girlfriend, especially lately, and this was something very difficult for her to admit. She had been distant, and everything, but she just assumed all along those silly thoughts about Vegeta would go away, and that things between her and Yamcha would get better. This time though, as her heart began to ache, she knew there was no going back for them. The once great love they had share was gone. She didn't feel as excited, and happy to be with him anymore.

"Yamcha-"

Yamcha stopped her, putting his finger on her lips. "Let me explain everything to you Bulma." He almost gave her puppy eyes. "Let me tell you the whole story, I didn't really cheat on-"

This time Bulma stopped him. "I don't wanna know, Yamcha." She smiled, almost too softly. At that moment she felt a mixed of pain and anger deep inside of her. "It doesn't really matter." She didn't need to know the details, it would probably just make it much more harder.

Yamcha was really surprised; first she had used his name, and second of all, she was using a sweet voice, something was surely wrong! When Bulma was angry, she would yell, perhaps threaten to kill you, but now it was almost as if her rage was gone. "Bulma?"

This time the smile disappeared. "Of course, I still want to yell at you, it just feel weird." She didn't know why she was angry though, she simply wasn't sure how to express her feelings, and everything felt so messed up. For the first time, with all the break-ups, this felt like it was the real cut, and even though Bulma didn't like what Yamcha did, it still scared the crap out of her. How do you end thing with the only person you ever had? How do you let go of that person because it's the best thing to do? She never had to face such a situation before.

"I'm scared," she whispered softly.

Yamcha walked towards her, and was going to put his arms around her when she pushed him away violently. Yamcha couldn't help but be slightly stunned by her reaction; she had looked so helpless for a second, and he thought she might have needed the comfort. But, by the look on her face, he could see now that it was a bad idea. He hadn't meant to anger her again, it seemed she had somewhat calmed down. He sighed, before backing away slightly.

"HEY! Keep your hands off, jerk," she said as she slapped his hand away. Sure, she was slightly vulnerable, but that didn't mean he could do as he pleased!

"Sorry," mumbled Yamcha as he backed away from Bulma. "Look Bulma."

He stopped. He wasn't quite sure what to tell her. Sure what he did was wrong, and he loved her, and he knew he should be fighting for her, but somehow he couldn't. It was as if he couldn't feel her heart being there, and it drained his own will. It didn't mean he didn't care, he just felt like even though she was scared and upset, somehow, she wanted out. She had no shame assuming she loved him right? He would have to ask her again.

"Bulma, do you love me?"

Bulma pinched her lips together. The answer to that question was difficult, and she had asked herself that many times. "Well, you are a cheating bastard," she said, uncrossing her arms from in front of her chest. Her head was so confused; he was messing with her mind. Did she love Yamcha? Had she ever truly loved him ever since they had gotten back together? "But I guess, I still do, somehow."

Yamcha nodded; she wasn't as sure as him towards her feelings for him. He had done something bad, but he knew he loved her. "Well, I know without a doubt that I love you."

"And you cheat on people you love?" snapped Bulma. His question had surely annoyed her; she hadn't been able to say she loved him. Heck, Bulma could not remember the time she had truly loved him, and had butterflies. She knew life wasn't a fairytale, but she had always felt that way towards Yamcha until now. Relationships had their high, and their downs, but lately they had only been about fights, and never about good times. Maybe it truly was the last shot.

Yamcha's eyes were becoming teary; of course, he wasn't going to cry in front of her. Like a man, he held back his feelings. "I didn't cheat on you Bulma. It's complicated, but I don't feel anything for her."

Bulma looked away, not truly believing him; she had heard that one before. "Why didn't you call back, why didn't you try harder to get to me?" she asked venom in her voice.

Yamcha looked down at the ground, truly ashamed. He had tried calling her back a few times, but when she hadn't answered he had believed the best thing to do was wait for her to calm down. Although, he had also been scared that if they did meet, then it would be the end. "I knew it would be over when I did." Bulma looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. "I guess I wanted to hold on as long as I can."

Bulma was about to speak, but he wasn't done, so he kept going before she could. "I didn't expect you to take me back after this. I know you have been waiting for me to screw up. But deep down, I couldn't help but hope that maybe we could fix this."

Bulma bit her lip harder. "I don't know Yamcha. I don't think it's possible."

He nodded. "I figured."

Then, there was silent, it was like if they didn't know what to say to each other, or what they were going to do now. They had been a huge part of each other's lives, and now it felt all over. They had to start being on their own, without each other. This was something they had never really done before, and they didn't know how to. Surely Yamcha wished Bulma would sleep on it, and that things could go back to the way they were, but he knew better. She had that look in her eyes, letting him know she wasn't going to back down.

Bulma sighed heavily. She had never been quite speechless in her whole life before. This was somewhat new to her. Yamcha wanted her back, but she wasn't sure she could go through it again. Maybe they were better on their own? No matter how he had acted, Yamcha was still a great friend, and she hoped that someday, somehow, something could bring them to have a nice friendship again, she really did. But not now, they needed time apart to sort their feelings and lives out.

Bulma felt Yamcha's arms wrapping around her, and this time, she didn't stop it; it was goodbye. Sure, he had kind of cheated, although she had never gotten the full story, but she couldn't bring herself to leave without a goodbye since they had shared so much. Their relationship had meant the world to her for many years, and she would keep Yamcha in her life. But, she also knew that they weren't meant to be with each other, it would be forcing fate.

Then, she softly returned the hug, and knew that Yamcha was smiling. After a few seconds, which seemed like minutes, Yamcha pulled away, and looked at Bulma straight in the eyes. He bent down, and Bulma knew he was going to kiss her, but didn't stop him. The sound of her heartbeat was echoing in her heard, as she observed his every movements.

"You're a jerk," she said, before she felt his lips on hers.

It wasn't a romantic kiss, it wasn't passionate, it wasn't fill with lust. It was simply a kiss. A goodbye kiss. Their lips barely touched, Bulma's mouth remained mostly closed, and their tongues never came in contact. It was proper, little, goodbye kiss. Although, it represented a lot. Bulma pulled away, and without looking back, she walked away from Yamcha's apartment, from Yamcha, and from what they shared. When she closed the door, she was closing the door on the relationship, and they both felt a little sharp pain when they heard the sound of the door closing.

It was over.

-L-

Bulma was sitting down at the kitchen table, fixing the wall in front of her. For the past fifteen minutes, she had been lost in her own thoughts completely ignoring what was happening around her. Inside of her, a whirlpool of emotions was being created, and she didn't know how to deal with it. How was she supposed to be on her own now? Last time her and Yamcha had called it off for a while, she had been surrounded by friends, but now they were busy training. Bulma was so engulfed in her thoughts, that she did no hear her mother walk in.

"Bulma, sweetheart, I made brownies!" said Mrs. Briefs with a huge smile on her face as she entered the kitchen.

She put the plate in front of her daughter, and stared at her for a while, before realizing something was wrong with her. "Bulma are you okay honey?"

Bulma turned her head to look at her mother, and nodded. "It's alright mom." She didn't feel like getting in the details, especially with her mother. Right now, she was hoping Bunny wouldn't push the issue, but knowing her mother, she would.

Mrs. Briefs giggled, before taking a seat right beside her daughter. "Silly, I'm your mother, I know when something is wrong!" She took her hand and placed it on top of Bulma's trying to get Bulma to open up to her.

"It's Yamcha," said Bulma before giving her mother's hand a squeeze. She knew her mom could be a little no-brain sometimes, but deep inside, she cared a lot for her daughter, and she noticed more things than she let people knew. Every time a moment like this happened, Bulma was surprised.

"You are back together again?" asked her mother with a smile. She liked Yamcha, or was it Vegeta? Oh well, she liked them both!

Bulma shook her head. "Not exactly." She paused. "We broke up, for good this time." She let go of her mother's hand and looked away from her. Why did it hurt to say these words, or to admit what had just happened less than an hour ago?

"Oh," said Mrs. Briefs, bringing her hand in front of her mouth. "Why?" she asked bluntly. She wasn't one to really realize when she hurt feelings, even though it was never on purpose.

Bulma didn't know what to tell her mother; she didn't want to make him look bad by telling her mother, and everybody else that Yamcha cheated, or at least somewhat cheated; she had never gotten the full story after all. It wouldn't make him look good in front of their friends, even though he was technically the one at fault. But then again, she was not an angel in this situation, and she could have been much more devoted to him and their relationship.

She sighed. "He thought." She paused to think. "That something was going on between me and Vegeta." She almost wanted to laugh at the thought; as if anything would ever happen between them. "He didn't trust me so I broke up with him."

Mrs. Briefs was about to say something when Vegeta came in the room, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "That weakling is even more stupid than I thought."

Bulma jumped a little since she had not known he was behind them, and had been listening to their conversation. Since when did anything that concerned her or Yamcha even interest him. She turned her head, and glared at him. What did he want? Right now, her spirits were low, and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with one of his jerk moment. It was as if he knew when she was done, and it was during these moments, that he would hit her harder.

"What are you talking about?" asked Bulma, with annoy clear in her voice. She didn't need to have him around at this particular moment, and his presence only was enough to aggravate her.

Vegeta simply smirked. "That idiot actually thought that I would want something to do with someone like you?" He chuckled as he opened the fridge, looking for food. He had been training all day without a single food break, and now he was hungry.

Bulma could not believe what she had just heard. Something? What did he think she was? Some kind of object just good for nothing. "Oh, and I guess that someone like me is only good to fix your damn machine, and cook you food?" she snapped.

Vegeta pretended to think about it. "Fixing the machine, yes. Cooking food? No. You can't cook for shit woman. And by the way, if you built that machine better, you wouldn't be spending your time fixing it." Vegeta smirked at Bulma's reaction.

Bulma gasped. Honestly, this guy, this MONKEY was unbelievable! "Well, fine by me," she replied with a cold tone. "I won't cook for you anymore. Find yourself another cook."

"I'll cook for you Vegeta," said Mrs. Briefs with her sweet voice, acting as if she had not heard the whole conversation, or at least not understood it. Poor Vegeta, he simply wanted to eat good food, and as he mentioned, Bulma was not a great cook!

Vegeta smirked, and left the kitchen. Bulma turned around, and look at her mother like she wanted to kill her. "Mom!" said Bulma, as she couldn't believe what she had just done! She had back stabbed her! How could she do that?

"What?" asked Mrs. Briefs who couldn't understand why her daughter was so mad.

"How could you do this? How could you volunteer to cook for Vegeta?" asked Bulma, as she let her arms fall at her sides, in shock.

Mrs. Briefs giggled. "Oh please, Bulma, Vegeta is a nice boy." And with that, her mother was gone, probably going to cook again.

Bulma let herself sulk in the chair. The whole world was against her! And plus how could Yamcha had ever believed something would have happened between her and Vegeta? He was a real jerk, and never seemed to really care about her! Just with the way he had talked to her right now, it shown he only despised her, and was using her. If she didn't have inventions such as the GR, Vegeta would have blasted her in another dimension long ago.

She sighed heavily; well now, she would be stuck in the house with her mother, and Vegeta. Not really her father, since he was barely home now because he was distributing, and showing his new inventions all around the globe. She couldn't disturb anyone really, meaning there was no way out of his situation.

Yes, life sucked.

-L-

Vegeta was training in the gravity room, but he was actually feeling a little tired. His little fight with Bulma had made him forget about food, and the fact that he still hadn't eaten. Well, for the look on her face, it had been totally worth it. Plus, her cooking did suck, and her mother was indeed a decent cook, but he wasn't going to admit it to her. He had a pride to keep. Plus, she didn't need to know she was good at cooking, she only needed to keep doing it.

So Bulma had finally given up on the weakling. He never thought such a thing would happen. They seemed so, what was that stupid word humans used all the time? That stupid, weak, word. Oh yeah, love. What a stupid emotion, only weakling humans could feel such a thing. A true prince warrior could not feel such a thing; it would be too low of him. He could not understand their desire of love. Even Kakarot fell for it, and he was a saiyan! What could be so attractive about the idea of having someone that holds some kind of power over you? He didn't need to have a weakness, he didn't need to have somebody controlling him, and he certainly didn't need to care for someone.

He shook his head; they were all crazy from his point of view. The only thing he was happy about was that the weakling would stop spending his time around the house, and stopped challenging him when Vegeta knew he could kick his ass without exhausting himself. Also, Bulma would spend less time with him, which meant more time to fix the machine, and everything else. That was perfect for him, and it would work out nicely, especially if she was sad.

Vegeta had noticed that when Bulma was feeling very sad or anger, she would bury herself under work to distract her mind, which meant that she would probably spend a lot of time working on new inventions that would be good for him, and his training. He probably sounded very heartless, and that he didn't care about what was happening to her, but he truly didn't. Why should he care that her and that weakling weren't together anymore? It simply didn't affect him badly in any way. Bulma was the one who had wanted to waste her time on such an idiot for so long. What the hell was she thinking?

It's not like she was special or anything, it was simply because Yamcha was really the bottom of the bottom, and anyone could do better. Even someone like her should have been able to get a better mate. Of course she couldn't expect the get the big prize; she not even a fighter, and didn't have much worker for her. She had somewhat of a brain, since she did build the gravity room, even though it kept breaking, so she could attract someone less annoying than Yamcha.

But, still he was happy for not having any idiot around the house. He liked to get some quiet and peace; even Bulma could be silent when they weren't fighting.

Vegeta sighed, before turning off the gravity machine; what the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't even train properly, since his mind had been focused on Bulma, and he almost laughed. Why in the world was he thinking about that damn woman? All she was good for was ruining his training. Well, he sure did hope she wasn't going to slack around while she was crying over that idiot. He would bring her back on track; he needed her around for his training, and his training only.

Now that she wasn't his cook anymore, fixing the machine was truly the only thing left she was good for. That and some good verbal fight when he felt like being entertained. He knew that no matter how she felt, he could find out how to push her buttons to get her angry. He loved those fights; it proved to him and her, that he was the strongest physically, and mentally. He had won many of their fights, and only lost some because he gave up on his own accord. Bulma wouldn't say the same, but he knew the truth.

-L-

Bulma was sitting in front of the TV, doing a little bit the same thing she had when she had found out Yamcha was cheating, but she was a little bit less of a mess this time. Of course, she was a little sad, but she still felt good enough to get out of the bed; it had only been a week after all. She knew it wouldn't truly hit her as hard now since she had spent more than a week far from Yamcha. Maybe in a month, maybe then she would feel it again, when the loneliness would really be back, but for now she was okay.

Of course, she had tried to work on some projects, but she couldn't concentrate on them, which was very rare for her. She would usually work her mind off when something was wrong, but this time she simply couldn't bring herself to do it. Yamcha had been more important than she had realized it. Sometimes, she would even wonder if it had been a mistake to end things for good. Never had she been so shaken up by one of their break ups before!

Even Vegeta's threats of blowing her up had not even work to bring her mind back to work. She couldn't even cheer herself up with their little talk/fight. She sighed heavily, oh well.

She turned the channels of the TV very fast, not finding anything she actually liked. She was bored out of her mind, since no one was around, and she couldn't even work in the lab. Bulma didn't know what do with herself, which was new to her. How in the world did people get over boredom? She had no idea, but she needed to find out. Usually she had a million things to do, or focus on, but in these training times, nobody seemed to need her genius mind.

Bulma was still wearing her pajama. She had on a pair of blue silk short, and a white top, and it was covering her stomach, offering a little cleavage, and it had spaghetti strap. Bulma had chosen that over a big puffy pajamas thinking that feeling sexy would help her feel better. It hadn't quite work, but she was still trying hard to lift her spirits. She wasn't really heartbroken; she simply felt a loneliness she had never experienced before in her whole life.

She had to find something to do and now. She decided to give up on the TV, and walk around the house instead, something she hadn't done in a very long time. Her house was big, yet she never really took the time to go around, and see what there was. She put her bunny slippers on, and started walking around. After a few minutes of looking at paintings, which were hung on the walls, Bulma realized why exactly she had never taken a tour of the house; it felt so old, so boring. Something older people would enjoy, but not her. She needed an entertaining distraction.

She looked through the windows, and saw that Vegeta was on the lawn, making push-ups. He had on a pair of tight black spandex short, which was molding his body just in the right place. Bulma swore she even noticed a small bulge, although he probably wasn't excited in any way. Also, Vegeta wasn't wearing a shirt, so she could see his whole sturdy chest, with sweat dripping down, right between his muscular abs. Vegeta would definitely do for now.

Without changing, Bulma proceeded to walk outside, and even though Vegeta didn't move, she knew he had sensed her. How could he not by now? She sat on the grass, right beside him, extending her legs, and remained silent, trying to see what reaction she would get from him. For a few minutes, Vegeta didn't say anything, which surprised Bulma. She had no idea he could go so long ignoring her; it was a skill he had kept secret from her so far.

After a while, he had seemed to get tired of it though. "What do you want?" he snapped at her, before moving to do some sit-ups.

Bulma didn't bother looking at him. "Nothing," she said with her most innocent voice. Which was kind of true; she didn't want to pick a fight, she just needed a human presence close to her; although, Vegeta wasn't quite human, but nonetheless, it was better than no one at all.

Vegeta scoffed. "Woman, I'm not in the mood, I'm training. I don't want you bothering me." He didn't like the fact that she was out there and she was probably planning something. It was unnatural of her to come around him for no reason.

Bulma turned around, and tried to look at Vegeta straight in the eyes, but he completely avoided her gaze. "I just want to talk."

Vegeta wanted to laugh. "I don't talk." What in the world at gotten into her? Talk? To him? He hated her, and she knew that. He was pretty sure she felt the same way. Then he thought of something, and he couldn't help but smirk. "Oh I get it. Your weakling is not around. Well, guess what, I don't want you around either."

Bulma scoffed. "It has nothing to do with this. I simply want to talk."

Vegeta shook his head, before getting up from the ground. "Woman, I don't know what you're trying to do, but fuck off," he said with a serious glare. "I don't want to be, hm." He paused, looking for the right word. "Friends with you." He looked almost disgusted. "I already told you what you were good for."

With that, he walked away from her, and in direction of the gravity room; he had better things to do then deal with her right now, especially since she was acting so weird.

Bulma shook her head; she truly was crazy! She was going to Vegeta for some human company; what the hell was she thinking!

Like she and Vegeta could ever get along. In another life, yeah.

-L-