TITLE: Hope
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable): B/V
RATING: R for language
WARNINGS: 2 POV’s: 3rd and 1st , or
is it omnipotent? Omnipresent? Ummm... Crap.
NOTES: This is the December songfic
(Yes I know it’s a TAD late). The song is “Hope” by
Sublime. Yes, I finally found a Sublime song that reminded me of
B/V, but from Yamcha’s perspective.
ARCHIVE:
www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html
SUMMARY: Yamcha catches Bulma and
Vegeta together. This is Yamcha's hope that Vegeta will dump Bulma and
she'll come running back to him.
How can you
say: "You torture me." , when
you're already
thinking about someone else?
He’d waited for
far too long to apologize apparently. She had already moved
on. He had come to see her and had accidentally spied her and
Vegeta about to fuck on the kitchen table. His eyes had snapped
shut of their own accord and he had blindly spun away and stumbled
towards his car. He knew this would happen He had
always suspected something was going on between the two of them.
They were always
arguing, but neither of them seemed to dislike the fights, if anything
they seemed to get off on them in some fucked-up way. He had
witnessed several, and during almost every occasion Vegeta had called
her some really nasty names. Had it been anyone else, Yamcha
would have flattened them. Instead he watched in slack-jawed
amazement as Bulma dished out her own vulgarities. The more
creative insults actually made the damn Saiyan smile
And Yamcha began
to suspect. He saw those heated glares they shot each
other. He nearly tore his car door off in his haste. How
could he have seen all that and not put two and two
together?
When he comes home
you'll be in his arms and I’ll be gone.
But I know my day
will come,
I know someday
I’ll be the only one.
And how the fuck
could Bulma be so stupid ? Honestly, what was she thinking? It’s one
thing to start seeing someone else, that’s just peachy fuckin’
keen. But Vegeta- mass-murdering, killed-more-people than Hitler,
Stalin, Mussolini- put together?. Why him? He’s the whole reason
she had to go to Namek, and go through all that shit that she was
crying to me about. How she was alone all the time and almost
killed by stray ki blasts and at the very end, earth quakes that were
ripping the ground underneath her apart...
I just don’t get
it It-it has to be a fling. I can accept that. I felt
a need to get out and “see the sights” if you know what I mean- after I
got wished back. I can understand that completely. But not
with Vegeta.
I know it wasn’t
one-sided either. And thank Kami it wasn’t. I’m very glad
he’s not just in there raping her.
So fine, she’ll
realize what a shithead he is soon enough and come back to me.
So now you wait
for a spark, you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make
you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to
lie, when he makes you cry you'll know I'll be there.
My day will come ,
I know someday I’ll be the only one.
He sped off the
compound in record time and drove haphazardly down the road, his mind
whirling in fury and disgust, but also fragile hope.
Vegeta of all
people could never treat Bulma the way she wanted to be treated.
Even if he wanted to. In all likelihood he saw Bulma as a piece
of ass and nothing more. But on the very very teeny tiny slim
chance that he actually did give a shit about her (Yamcha snorted
bitterly as he nearly side-swiped another vehicle) - the guy had a
heart made of ice. He never showed any emotion other than hate-
his mind threw an image of them together on the table at him- (he
didn’t look so cold and unfeeling then-) Yamcha shook his head with a
grimace at the intruding and definitely unwelcome thought.
“Damnit I do not want to think
of that ” he snapped.
He had never
cheated on Bulma. He had always told her he planned on seeing
other people all those times they had broken up. But he had never
fucked anyone behind her back.
And she had never
called him to tell him they were through. Maybe she had just
assumed they were. But it would be alright. Vegeta would
never love her and that was what Bulma desperately wanted. He
loved her, not that psychopath She would realize it soon enough
and then he would have her all to himself.
Call me selfish,
call me what you like I think it's right.
To want someone
for all your own and not to share their love.
But I’ll have my
way. You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to
you, you don't stand a chance.
He just had to be
patient. And when she did come back he could not, under any
circumstance, gloat. That would most likely send her away.
He had to be compassionate and understanding and all that other crap
that she was always bitching at him to be. He would listen to her
sob story about how Vegeta had been so wonderful (while he wanted to
get her in the sack) and how he had turned into a heartless prick
(right after sex).
He chuckled a
little, but sobered quickly. It wasn’t funny. When it
actually happened it wouldn’t be a laughing matter at all. And as
much as he would revel in it, he had no chance of beating the little
jerk into the ground like he deserved. All he could do was be
there for Bulma when the brat prince threw her out like trash.
So now you wait
for his cock, you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make
you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to
lie, when he makes you cry
you know I'll be
there. My day will come ,
I know someday
I'll be the only one.
My day will come ,
I know someday I'll be the only one.
He just prayed
Vegeta wouldn’t do anything worse than break her heart. If he
really did do something as foolish and cowardly as lay a hand on her,
then Yamcha knew he would die trying to make that little shit pay.
Or better yet, if
he even suspected the Saiyan of hurting her, he could just tell Goku
and have him go kick Vegeta’s ass. He grinned evilly at the
thought. Seeing that would definitely be sweet But
the thought that he couldn’t do it unless he hurt Bulma calmed his
amusement.
He was going to
have to warn her if nothing else. He didn’t want her to be
hurt. He knew she wouldn’t listen to him, she rarely did when it
mattered. But when she finally realized what an asshole Vegeta
was, and that he didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself, she would
also realize that Yamcha had known all along and had tried to warn her.
He didn’t want her
to feel guilt at the realization (well, maybe just a little stabbing
pang) he wanted her to realize he had said what he planned to say to
her out of love for her and care and concern.
It would work
out. And in the mean time he could call a few girls he hadn’t
seen in quite awhile.. It might not be such a bad thing after
all. He pulled into his apartment’s parking lot and grabbed his
cell phone. He would have some fun tonight, and tomorrow he would
call Bulma and meet her somewhere. He would have a serious
discussion about them and about the Saiyan.
You say you want
perfection, I see your self destruction.
You don't know
what you want, it's gonna take a year to find out.
I’m not
givin’ up.
And when you've
had enough, you’ll take your bruised little head and you'll come
running back to me.
I know that I will
be the only one.
And if she didn’t
listen to him, part of her would remember his warning regardless.
And when the spiteful little midget dumped her, he would be waiting
with open arms.
It was
perfect. He might actually have to thank the little bastard if it
all worked out. He snorted in grim amusement.
“Yeah, I’ll do
that the day I feel like dying.” He scrolled through his saved
numbers and dialed.
“Moshi, moshi?”
“Hey, Keika, it’s
me, Yamcha..”
The End
Sorry this is way late
guys I hope the fic makes up for it - Kichi
1/8/05