Woven Stories
chapter 9
"Hey Bulma, why were you-" Yamcha never finished that sentence. "O... My... God..." instead he made a new one.
Bulma quickly pulled away. "Yam-cha?" she questioned while stepping back, making some space between her and Vegeta. "Ehm.. W -what are you doing here?"
Vegeta growled and shot a death glare at the baseball player. Interrupting their moment... how dare he?
Yamcha clenched his fist in anger, and flied over to Bulma, with such speed that it even surprised Vegeta. Yamcha now stood protectedly between Bulma and Vegeta, Bulma behind him, and the saiyan prince in front of him. "Did he hurt you?" he asked over his shoulder, preparing in his fighting stance.
"W-what?" she asked dumbfolded.
"It's okay, Bulma. I won't let him hurt you anymore." Yamcha ensured, glancing nervously from Bulma to Vegeta and back again.
Vegeta just stood their surprised, wondering what the hell was going on. He never expected her boyfriend to jump in.. were they even still a couple?
"Yamcha, what are you talking about?" Bulma uttered confused, walking past Yamcha over to Vegeta. "Vegeta did not hurt me."
Yamcha dropped his fighting stance. "B-but I saw you two kissing! You don't have to protect him Bulma, it's okay now, I'm here and he won't hurt you anymore." He took his fighting stance once again, and looked at Vegeta in disgust. "I will kill you." he uttered.
Vegeta chuckled. "I'd like to see you try."
Bulma sighed in defeat. "Gah Yamcha, you're such an idiot! Stop the crap." Yamcha looked at her questionly, and Vegeta smirked in victory. "You're coming with me outside and were going to have a little talk." Bulma grabbed his arm and dragged him out of her lab through the back door into the garden.
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Vegeta smirked in victory, Bulma seemed to have chosen his side. He watched Yamcha being dragged out of the door, and into the garden. He was now alone in her lab. He glansed over the room, and noticed the laptop, remembering the bet, he walked upstairs. Ideas for his own fanfic forming into his mind, he now had some inspiration.
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As soon as they were outside Bulma let go of him, and walked further into the garden, expecting her soon-to-become-ex-boyfriend to follow. They seeped into silence, Yamcha following the blue haired scientist, clenching his fist impatiently, waiting for her to speak.
But she didn't know what to say.
Bulma cared a lot about Yamcha, hell she even loved him! But not in the way you should love your boyfriend, more in the love-for-the-big-brother kind of way. The kisses they had shared weren't as passionate as the kiss with Vegeta. No their kisses would be sweet almost too innocent, and Bulma would often giggle between them. Yamcha was more like her childhood love.
And Bulma wasn't a child anymore.
Yamcha grew too impatiente and couldn't hold it anymore. "Explain." he stated, in such obedient manner that Bulma was slightly afraid of what his reaction would be.
Bulma remained mute, afraid of picking the wrong words.
"Why did you walk away at my place, and what the hell is going on between you and Vegeta." he urged her, when he didn't get a respond.
Bulma went to sit down on a tree bench they had passed, her eyes glued to the ground as she started to speak.
She didn't want to hurt him, and yet she wanted to be free.
"Today," her voice sounded awfully shrill, and she briefly wondered why she was so nervous. She was never nervous in Yamcha's presence. "Today I realized that things are over between us." she waited for his reaction.
Yamcha went to sit next to her, his eyes set on her, watching her every move. "How can you just realize that things are over, just like that?" he questioned, so calm that it scared Bulma. His fists prove otherwise, for they were still clenched.
"The girl," she began. "The girl on your lap, watching the baseball game." she looked up and stared right into his eyes.
"I did not sleep with-"
Bulma interrupted him. "You two looked cute together." Immediately her eyes were set on the ground again. Not knowing how to continue this conversation.
There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke again. "It isn't my fault that I look cute with Sally."
Bulma noted that his fists weren't clenched anymore and she looked up to meet his eyes; hurt. "I never said it was." she softly spoke, feeling uncomfortable in this tense atmosphere. Yamcha looked away, staring at the gravity mashine for a few seconds. Bulma disturbed the silence. "I don't love you anymore." she said the truth.
Immediately his eyes were glued on Bulma again, not believing that she actually said that. It was ridicules, they had been so long together.. and yet he somehow knew she spoke the truth. It angered him.
"And Vegeta.." he stated, letting her know that the other part of the conversation had dropped.
"I kissed him." Bulma said calmly, not really knowing how else to explain. "I kissed him and nothing more." She briefly noted in her mind; if Yamcha hadn't interrupted..
Yamcha stood up, not believing she was the one kissing him. "You chose a murderer instead of me?!"
"I didn't chose, it just happened!" Bulma exclaimed. Besides he's changed." She defended him, not really knowing if that statement was true.
"People don't change like that," he spoke. "But if you want to go to him, then just do it!" His fist clenched again. "I don't care, but if he drops you, and I'm sure he will, don't come begging me back. Just go and play the murderer's little whore." He immediately regretted the words as they had passed his lips. But he couldn't take them back. "You know what I realized today?" he didn't wait for an answer. "That you aren't the genius you claim to be."
He was about to speed off into the sky when Bulma stopped him.
"Yamcha?"
He turned to face her, tears starting to form in his eyes. Not in hers, she was always the strongest one in their couple.
"I'm sorry.." she spoke.
"Yeah.. me too."
He flied away.
She just sat there, not really knowing what to do next.
She felt guilty, and yet relieved. She knew things would work out with Yamcha, he could never stay angry with her, and neither could she with him.
But that wasn't what really bothered her.
She didn't know if she could face Vegeta.. maybe Yamcha was right. Maybe he hadn't change? She knew he was attracted to her, but was it only attraction?
Not wanting to think about it anymore, she stood up and walked back into her lab. The laptop was still on, and memories of the past ten minutes that happend in here, caused her cheeks to redden. She looked around the room, and half expected Vegeta to stand somewhere in a dark corner staring at her. But he wasn't, and she realized that he would be upstairs. The sound of typing confirmed her thoughts, he was writing his story.
She desperatly wanted to know, where he was writing about. Probably about battles, and him ruling the universe. The title would probably be 'Vegeta the invincible'. She giggled and walked towards her laptop. Knowing that she couldn't face him, not yet anyways. So instead of reading his story, she was going to work on hers. After all, she still had to get 8 reviews, and it wasn't even near finished.
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Both consumed by their stories, time past. Bulma exhaustedly felt asleep on her keyboard after typing the two words, that loved and yet hated every writer; the end.
Vegeta on the other hand had finished his story an hour after Bulma had, and went to sleep right after he had submitted it to that fanfiction site.
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It was the hunger that awoke him. But he didn't know where for. The hunger for food, training or for Bulma. It didn't really matter, he was determined to appease each hunger anyway.
He scolded himself for the time of awakening. Ten o'clock... that's really pethatic. He should start training.
When he arrived in the kitchen, he noticed that she wasn't there. She was still in her lab. He made some sandwiches and went to train. It was already twelve o'clock, and she still hadn't arrived. And now that he needed lunch, she had to wake up.
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"Little one?"
No response.
"Wake up."
No movement.
"Bulma?"
Nothing.
He would almost think she was dead, wasn't it for her chest moving with every breath she took.
So there was only one thing to do. And he would certainly enjoy doing it.
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