Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3

Bulma put down the phone. She had picked it up several times already in order to call Yamcha, but she just didn't seem to be able to dial his number. She glared at the phone as if her inability to call Yamcha was it's fault. She sighed, got up from her bed and started pacing. 'Well,' she thought to herself 'the great Bulma Briefs gets nervous about seeing no man.' Especially not Yamcha, they'd been together for ages, after all. She turned and looked out of her window at the sparkling lights of the city. Was it night already? Time seemed to fly by when she was in her lab. 'Well then Bulma, if I'm not going to call him then I guess I'll go surprise him.'

She walked over to the wardrobe.

"Hmm... What to wear?" She paced a little. "I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard. We've been together forever, but then again, I don't want to be surprising him looking like a slob."

She pulled on a pair of form fitting jeans, and a nice singlet.

"Very nice, if I do say so myself. I look good enough to knock anyones socks off."

Vegeta sat up straight. He couldn't meditate while the wench was talking to himself. He scowled and stood up. He paced around the room a couple of times, listening to the wenches muttereings, vaguely resembling a caged animal.

'Well,' he thought to himself, 'if I'm not going to get any peace than neither will she. Perhaps I should taunt her a little.' He removed his shirt. He left his room, stalked down the hallway and banged loudly on her door.

There was a couple of seconds pause and Bulma flung open the door. She did a double take, the last person she had expected to see at her door was Vegeta. Especially a half naked Vegeta. Her eyes travelled over his chest before she got control of herself. She locked her eyes on his face and glared at him.

"What?" She spat.

"Be quiet, woman."

"Hmm?" Bulma looked slightly confused.

"You're talking to yourself. I need quiet so I can meditate."

"I was talking to myself?" She scowled, more to herself than him. "And why should I care if this bothers you, my prince?" her voice dripped with malice.

"It irritates me."

"Well, boo hoo. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to go and people to see." She said with a superior air.

"Good. I shall have some peace then. Though I find it hard to believe that anyone would choose to see you." He stalked off and left Bulma fuming. She would have chased after him and given him an earful, but as she had told him, she had people to see. The other person involved just didn't know it yet. Besides, the arrogant prick really wasn't worth her time. But then, why did he bother her so much?

Vegeta listened to her leave. Why did he go interupt her, he could have waited another couple of minutes and she would have stopped anyway. But then, he had better things to do and he wasn't getting them done while she was chattering away. And he did get a sadistic pleasure of winding her up. The girl had guts though, there wern't that many people who stood up to the Prince of all Saiyans. Most people were more than concerned with getting fried to a crisp. He smirked in spite of himself, growled, and settled back into a comfortable position and resumed his meditation. He did, after all, have to reach Super Saiyan.

Bulma took a deep breath and got out of her car. She walked up to Yamchas front door and knocked. She was about to knock again when she heard the bolt slide back. Yamcha opened the door and his jaw dropped.

"Bulma! What... What are you doing here?"

"Hey Yamcha." Bulma practically purred.

"You're not going to invite me in?" She cut him off and pushed past him into the apartment.

"Y'know, Bulma, now is not really the best time." Yamcha looked slightly edgy.

"And why would that be?" She leaned into him and stroked his jaw. He backed away.

"Umm... Bulma, I hadn't heard from you in so long I thought you'd left me..."

Bulma drew back and crossed her arms.

"There's someone else here, I take it? I've seen enough movies to guess as much."

He nodded, looking like he was about to cry.

"Oh." She looked shocked, like someone had just hit her over the back of the head with something heavy.

"Well, I should probably leave then." Bulma headed towards the door.

"I'm so sorry, Bulma."

She said nothing and left.

Bulma got into her car sobbing. She had known that this was coming and it was only a matter of time, but she had always expected to be the one to break up with him. It was a huge blow to her pride. She leaned back against the headrest, It was time to go home and wallow in her misery. She started the engine and drove off.

She managed to get to her room without disturbing anyone. That would have been the last thing she needed, to run into her mother, or worse still, Vegeta. She shuddered at the thought of the scathing things he would have to say about her weak human emotions. She curled up on her bed and sobbed herself to sleep.

A couple of days later she threw herself into her work. She decided to build a gravity training room for Vegeta. It would keep the obnoxious arse off her back for a while. She seemed to keep bursting into tears whenever they argued, and she hated herself for it. It was like exposing your neck to a wild animal, it was gonna go for the throat. And, she added as an afterthought, it may help him reach Super Saiyan, which might give them some sort of chance against the androids.