Yamcha held Bulma close to his chest and kissed her soft hair. Breathing in her scent he could smell her life. There was a musty aura of his sweat on her delicate skin, and oil from the hover craft she'd been working on before her date with him. She could never get rid of the smell of oil on her skin. She was a mechanic, and kami-sama help her if she ever really wanted to get the smell off her skin. Yamcha still held her in his arms, and cried into her hair.

*****

Bulma was having the dream again. It was one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming, but you can't help but hope that it ends. To her right was a very muscular body lying face down in the dust, she thought it was Yamcha, even though she couldn't see his face. A baby was clutched to her chest, wailing. Strangely tall was a blonde woman standing in front of her, gathering ki in her hands, pointed at the back of the small child Bulma held in her arms.

Bulma sat up right in bed, the large crash that came from the kitchen had startled her. Looking back at the bed she expected to be embraced by Yamcha's strong arms, and fall asleep again. But the usual snoring, drooling being was gone.

"Where is that fool?" she said out loud. Now look what hanging out around Vegeta has got you doing. Calling your boyfriend a fool. Bulma angered herself sometimes, but associating herself with Vegeta was just wrong.

Without knowing it she was standing in front of the bed. She felt a small draft. Looking down she remembered the passionate night she and Yamcha had shared. She also realized she couldn't go downstairs naked. Grabbing the silk robe that Yamcha had given her for her birthday Bulma wrapped it around her body and padded downstairs.

"Hey, baby" Yamcha smiled at her as she walked in. He got up off his knees on the kitchen floor and kissed her. As he kissed her his hand slid down to her butt and gave her a slight squeeze. As Bulma felt his hand slide down Vegeta walked in the room. Her entire face flushed red, and she removed Yamcha's hand quickly.

Yamcha pulled away and smiled at her coyly.

"I can guess where you want me to put that hand now, or would you like both hands?" He made a grab for her breasts and she turned away.

"Vegeta, good morning!" Bulma avoided Yamcha. She was not about to let herself be exploited in front of that awful Saiyan.

"Hmph, it would be a good morning, if I had gotten any sleep last night."

"Why didn't you get any sleep? Have a little luck with the ladies, did ya?" Yamcha had gotten the hint from Bulma, so he left her side, and was nudging Vegeta with his elbow. The little prince seemed disgusted.

"No one can sleep when two earthlings are next door to your bedroom making enough noise to wake Kakarrot. Now, if you'll excuse me I have got to begin training. I hope I don't see you later, 'Pussycat'." He turned and strode out of the room.

Bulma was aghast. That was what Yamcha called her during foreplay. Had they been that loud? No, you stupid girl Bulma thought to herself, Saiyans are twice as good at everything. Vegeta must have amazing hearing.

Yamcha was crouched on the ground picking up shards of glass from the bowl he had dropped. Every now and then he looked up at Bulma. I must really be attractive if he can't take his eyes off me. Bulma thought. Then, it hit her, he was simply looking up her robe. That horny bastard she thought. He had been loud last night, but she never thought anyone would hear them. Her parents were away on business, and she never saw Vegeta, only to give him food, or when he was ready to pick a verbal assault on her.

After Yamcha was done with the glass he took the garbage out, and since he knew Vegeta wasn't anywhere near the house he decided to seduce Bulma.

He began giving her a massage while she was making him breakfast, but she pushed him away.

"What did you do that for? You were accepting last night." Yamcha put on his best puppy face and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That was last night. This is today, in the morning. Broad daylight. What you and I share can wait until tonight, if I let you in again."

"What do you mean, 'if'?"

"Now that I think about it you were quite loud last night. I was loud too, I'll admit, but you were practically yelling. I forgot that Vegeta was still here, I was a bit trapped in the moment, but that will never happen again."

"Well, I am happy you don't have any strong feelings on the subject." He said mockingly. "How about you let Yamcha make it all better?"

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "Get out. I can't believe you are so insensitive. True, Vegeta isn't much of a person, but I don't want to be totally embarrassed in front of someone that is living with me."

"Fine, but don't come crawling back to me." He stamped upstairs, grabbed his clothes and stormed out of the house.

"Now, Bulma, what did you have to do that for? No, I will not go back on this. We're through." She finished making her breakfast and sat down at the table. Beginning to eat she could taste nothing, as she choked back tears, she put her head in her hands and sobbed.

"What's the matter, Pussycat?"

Bulma looked up in surprise. Her face was streaked with wet tears and her eyes were red. The red contrasted with her bright blue eyes, Vegeta noticed them shining back at him.

How long had he been standing there watching her? No matter, she would get rid of him.

"Don't call me that! You have no right to call me that." She stood up and walked over to Vegeta. Without a moments hesitation she raised her hand and slapped him across his face as hard as she could.

"Now, princess, don't get so mad. I didn't do anything to hurt you." "You shouldn't have been listening to us. You should have gotten up and slept somewhere else."

"Where do you propose I sleep, princess?" He paused before the last word, to give it the right sound as it rolled off his tongue.

"Well I don't know. Somewhere. I don't care. I don't care what you do. I can't believe we wasted a Dragon Ball wish on YOU, of all people." With that she raised her hand and slapped him again, and again, as many times as she could until her hand began to throb.

He simply smiled and went to the refrigerator. Taking out a drink he strutted out of the room.

*****

Bulma rolled over, she just couldn't go to sleep. The things Vegeta had said to her today. Throwing Yamcha out of her life. She just couldn't get over herself. She sat in bed staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do. He had called her "princess" but she hadn't minded, she even thought the name fit her quite well, but he hadn't meant it as a name of affection. He was mocking her, and her family. Her lifestyle, and her "boyfriend." She hated Vegeta, but he was a guest, and she had to respect guests in her home, she was taught that way, and she wouldn't go back on it.

*****

The next day Bulma was going to take Vegeta his dinner. She walked into the gravity room. Vegeta had to readjust to the force against his body. He flew into the air off his two fingered pushups and landed gracefully across the room from her.

"What do you want, woman?"

"Whatever happened to 'princess'?"

"You're not good enough to be a princess. The only princess you could ever be is of the bitches."

"You arrogant bastard!" Bulma yelled at him. She threw the tray with the food to the floor and walked out of the chamber.

He watched her leave. There was no way he could doubt that she did have a nice body, and it showed when she was mad. He walked over to the tray that was spilled on the ground. He could salvage most of the food, but he would have to go into the house if he wanted a drink. He sat on the floor of the chamber and ate his dinner.

After Vegeta was through he was very thirsty. He walked out of the gravity chamber and flew quickly over to the house. He didn't want to see Bulma, so he snuck quietly into the kitchen. Vegeta looked around in the kitchen, there was something coming from the sitting room in the front of the house, he walked slowly into the room to see what was going on. He turned away in disgust when he saw where the noises were coming from. They were coming from Bulma who was making out with Yamcha on the couch.

Vegeta turned his head. He knew they had broken up, didn't Bulma say it was forever? He questioned himself. Yes, it was suppose to be forever.

"Forever was too long, eh, woman?" Vegeta said out loud.

The two lovers were startled. They let go of each other immediately.

"Uh, Vegeta, uh, hi." Yamcha stammered.

"Get out, get out right NOW!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs.

Vegeta turned on his heel and left the room, but not without saying something.

"Whatever you say, princess"

Yamcha turned to Bulma, ready to resume where he had left off. Bulma pushed away and quietly asked him to leave.

Vegeta could hear the argument from the kitchen. He didn't know why, but he found himself smiling as he heard the two star crossed lovers collide.

*****

It had been a week since she had last seen Vegeta. Where had he gone, Bulma wondered. It wasn't like she missed him, or anything. But she needed all the companionship she could get. Yamcha had left that night, and hadn't called her back, or seen her since. She had seen Puar though. The little floating cat smiled and told her she would see Bulma when they got back. Bulma didn't know where the two were going, but she guessed it was to go train. Ever since that strange lavender haired boy had visited everyone seemed ready to go train for weeks and months on end. As she was sitting at the table contemplating the future of the universe her mother walked in.

"What's wrong dear?"

"Nothing, ma."

"It must be something. Why don't you go give that nice boy, Vegeta his dinner? It will give you something to do."

"But, ma, I don't think.."

"It all right honey, go ahead, go give it to him."

She took the tray and walked out into the back yard. She walked to the gravity chamber and opened the door. He was sparring with his shadow in the chamber and she stood and watched him. He does look good in that suit, ma is right. No don't think of Vegeta like that, just give him the food and leave. She stood and waited for Vegeta to notice her presence. Vegeta gave her a piercing stare as he floated to the ground.

"What do you want now you ugly bitch?"

Bulma was exasperated. He had just called her an ugly bitch. He was more arrogant than she had ever imagined.

"Your food." She set the tray down with grace, but did it slowly. She stood up and began to stare down Vegeta. His eyes lingered on hers for a moment and then moved down to her breasts and stayed there.

She turned on her heel and began striding towards the door. Then she felt something grab her hand. She whirled around and found herself staring into Vegeta's dark eyes. He was so close to her face. She was surprised and tried to wrench free of his grip. He pulled her on to him, and she fell on his chest, trying to grab for something to keep her from falling. He held both her wrists now. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Forward, aren't we?" Bulma tried to break his concentration, so he might let her go.

"Your lucky I can ignore your ugly face long enough to kiss you."

"You haven't kissed me yet you arrogant fucker."

"Maybe I should remedy that." He smiled and pressed his lips to hers. He passionately kissed her. At first she fought back, but then fell into it, and opened her mouth, thrusting her tongue into his. He smiled around the kiss and pulled back. Easily picking her up he laid her on the ground. He took off one glove at a time, and slowly took off his boots.

"Would you hurry up?" Bulma said impatiently. Vegeta, the person that killed her Yamcha once before and she was urging him to take off his clothes for her? But he wasn't her Yamcha anymore. She didn't want to think about it. She was going to have Vegeta, and his body made up for his temperament.

After he was done removing his shirt he went to her. He pulled her shirt over her head, and unsnapped her bra. She smiled at him as he attacked her neck, eating it, passionately. She pulled him closer and breathed in his scent. His hands moved down to her breasts and cuddled them. She moaned under her breath, and he found his way to her pants.

She awoke in his arms, on the floor of the gravity room, covered in sweat. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him, and he was still inside her, the feeling was wonderful. She rolled over and nibbled his ear, awaking him.

"Would you like to try again? See whether it's the same?"

She moaned a yes and he picked her up so she straddled him and he let all of his power into her body.

*****

The next day Bulma was doing the dishes from dinner when Vegeta walked in. He hadn't been there for breakfast, or lunch. But she noticed the blood on his hands. He had eaten she reassured herself. As her walked by she pulled a hand out of the soapy water and pinched his butt.

"What do you want woman?" He spun around and grabbed the hand she had used.

"I was just thinking about last night"

"What about it?" He said with an icy stare looking her up and down.

"You were so gentle to me then, why can't you always be like that?" She yelled snatching her hand back from his. Plunging it into the warm water, it felt better than being cupped in those cold gloves.

"Because I didn't think you were that good, and you are an ugly bitch. I definitely don't want an ugly bitch as my mate."

She looked at him, eyes wide open. She had given him everything last night. She had revealed herself. The least he could do was acknowledge what she had given to him.

"I wasn't that good?!?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn't care if her parents heard her. "When have you had any better?"

"That's not important. What is important is that you were not as good as a Saiyan woman would have been." He looked her up and down, staring at her teeth, watching them slowly clench. "I am sure any Saiyan would have done much better than you. No wonder Yamcha cheated on you for someone else, he probably found a better lay."

Bulma's hands were in the soapy water as Vegeta spoke. She searched the submerged dishes for the pot she had just been cleaning. Her hand slid over the handle and she grasped the pot as hard as she could. She pulled it out of the water and chucked it as hard as she could at the unsuspecting Saiyan's head.

Vegeta dodged the flying pot without the slightest bit of effort. Then one after another dishes and utensils came flying at his face. "What are you doing woman?!" he questioned, while still dodging various household items.

Bulma sauntered down the stairs. Why had Yamcha come? He wasn't one to just drop by whenever he felt like it, he usually called. He watched her descend the stairs and took her hand in his, and led her into the Capsule Corp. garden.

"Let me finish. I love you and I can't see us not being together for the rest of our life, Bulma, will you marry me?"

"..."

"You don't have to answer me right now, I'll let you think about it."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you want me to marry you?"

"Because I love you, and I know that you will make me a better man." His eyes locked on hers and pleaded silently with her.

"Yamcha..."

"Yeah?"

"I can't. I don't love you like that anymore."

"Like Vegeta said: forever was too long. It is too long, I need you, Bulma."

"Not me, Yamcha, you don't need me." As she said the last words she turned and left. Leaving Yamcha still kneeling in the grass at the foot of the big tree in the middle of Capsule Gardens.

He knew that he would lose her if he wasn't careful. He had cried into her hair the last time they made love, because he knew that their love would never last. He had tried to seal it with a ring, but it never left the box.

Bulma trudged upstairs and wiped a tear from her eye. She had said no to the question she had been waiting for all her life. She just wanted to go into her room and collapse on the bed. Tonight she needed to cry herself to sleep.

Walking slowly down the long corridor to get to her room felt like years to Bulma, when really it was only a few steps. She turned the corner to enter her room and found Vegeta lying stretched out on her bed naked.

"What the hell are you doing here?!?" she stood in the door frame staring at the Saiyan prince.

"I only come to you when I want something. You should know that by now."

"You might want something, but tonight I am turning you down. Get out."

"The Prince of Vejiita-sei does not take orders from a lowly human." He put his hands behind his head and sighed.

"Fine." She walked into the room, and grabbed her night gown and stomped out.

Bulma walked into the room Vegeta was using and slumped down on to the bed. I don't want to mess with him tonight. I don't have the strength.

She got into the bed and rolled herself in the covers when she felt a large hand slide down her side.

"What do you want?" she said in an icy voice.

"I want what you have."

"You will have nothing of mine."

"I beg to differ." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her out of bed. He pulled the comforter off her and grabbed her wrists. She began to struggle. Pushing her up against the wall he ripped off her nightie. The spaghetti straps left imprints in her shoulders. "That bastard human asked you to marry him, didn't he?" he whispered into her ear between devouring her neck.

"What do you care?"

"No one moves in on my mate." Then he took her for himself. And she cried out.

*****

Yamcha walked into the kitchen as Mrs. Briefs turned the pancakes. He hadn't seen Bulma for about eight months. He had proposed, she declined, and he went off to train. He had missed her though, and he was glad to be in the same house as she was.

"Why hello Yamcha darling!"

"Hello."

"You here to see Bulma?"

"Yes."

"Well, she's in the lab, working on Kami knows what."

"Thank you Mrs. Briefs."

Yamcha left the kitchen and found his way into the basement. Walking down the stairs he heard her.

"Damn chip. I wish it would just stay there. Shit."

"That's my Bulma" he said quietly.

"Yamcha?" she stuck her head into the hallway. "Where have you been?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I missed the arguments."

"That makes me feel great. Come out here, so I can see you better."

Bulma stood up and walked into the hallway. It was getting hard for her. Balancing herself, without falling over.

"Kami..." Yamcha whispered to no one. His mouth dropped open and he scanned her body. He began at her face. It was a bit red. Then he scanned down to her stomach. It had grown a lot bigger from the last time he saw her. She was very pregnant.

"Whose is it?"

"Whatever happened to 'hi, Bulma'?"

"Fine, hi Bulma. Now whose is it?"

"What the hell is your problem? Do you have no manners? No one should greet me like that, especially you." She walked over to him and poked him in the chest with her index finger. "What does it matter to you anyway?"

"Regret what?"

"THAT!" he pointed to her swollen abdomen.

"You think I would regret having a child? A part of me that I will get to keep until I die? No, I don't regret it Yamcha, and I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Vegeta might not be a good person, but he promised me that he would stay with me until the baby is grown."

"No Yamcha, I was never yours."

"Why not? You were a virgin when I met you. I made you a woman."

"How dare you. How many other girls became women at your hands Yamcha? You might have made me a woman, but you also broke my heart, and the two cancel each other out." She saw Yamcha was listening to her every word. She decided to throw in an insult or two. "He is a better lover than you ever were. I don't mind having his baby. He is the King of Vejiita-sei, and I am his queen."

"Not yet, but he will." She nodded her head matter-of-factly.

*****

Vegeta flew into the window that was always left open for him, it led into Bulma's bed. He usually shared that be, but tonight he had been training. Slowly removing his clothes he pulled off the blue gi and opened the bathroom door, stepping in he began the shower.

Bulma sat up in bed the sheets clinging to her sweat covered body. She hadn't had this dream since..when was it? The last time she and Yamcha had made love. She was still clutching the baby to her breast, but it had stopped screaming. She looked into its eyes. It had blue eyes like hers and small wisps of lavender hair sprouted out from underneath his cap. The awful blonde woman was no where to be found. She looked to her right, but the dead body wasn't there anymore. She looked around frantically for Yamcha, that's who it had been right? Yamcha? She felt a grip on her shoulder turning slowly she looked into the eyes of the man she loved. His eyebrows set in a scowl, his hair an unruly mess of tangles, deep eyes that seemed to go on forever, Bulma could lose her heart to him so easily. This wasn't a bad dream, this was a vision, of the things to come. She imagined it was to good to be true, she raised her left hand to examine it and around her third finger was a band of gold with a diamond intertwined.

Bulma noticed the crack of light omitting from under the bathroom door. Why couldn't Vegeta use the shower in the gravity room? Her father had built them simply for him, but Vegeta hadn't used them since she had met him there.

Closing her eyes she thought of the conversation, or argument that she had with Yamcha just a few hours ago. Bulma hadn't eaten anything for dinner, she had pushed food around on her plate. She also had yelled at her mother, Mrs. Briefs knew what it was like to be pregnant, she hadn't liked it either, but she thought her daughter was handling it quite well.

Vegeta walked into the kitchen encountering a tear filled Bulma. He took a deep breath and entered the room, his hot feet sticking to the tiled floor. "Vegeta, what are you doing?"

"Don't ask such stupid questions woman." He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Well, I want to be alone, so if you would please, leave." She pointed to the door and got up to fill her mug with more cocoa.

"Kakarrot told me about an idiotic human custom. How did it go? Oh yes." He grabbed her hand and kneeled in front of her, his eyes narrowing at her abdomen. "Bulma, this marriage thing means nothing to me, and no self-respecting Saiyan female would do this, but Kakarrot has decided you would like it if I did this. To please you Bulma."

"Vegeta don't do this, you don't have to do this." She smiled through tears.

"Shut up woman. I am not done. Would you marry me Bulma?" He opened the velvet box and the jewel sparkled in Bulma's eyes.

"How did you get that Vegeta?" She took the small box in her hands.

"I made a deal with Kakarrot. I told him I would only spar with him if he paid me. I also borrowed some from your mother. She was quite supportive."

Bulma removed the ring from the box, letting the case fall to the ground. Tears were swelling in her eyes, maybe her dream would come true. "Yes Vegeta, yes I will."

"Good." He turned and walked out of the room leaving Bulma to collapse into the kitchen chair with a diamond ring clutched to her palm.