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The Prince\'s Plan	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters within it.

A/N – It’s taken me a long time to get this chapter out and for that I’m sorry. Anyone who has been following my story Slave at mm.org will know the reasons why. Anyhow – This is the second last chapter of this fanfic. Originally it would have ended in the last chapter but I was rewriting it specifically so I could change the ending. Enjoy.

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Yamcha had been home from the hospital for almost a month. His bruised and battered body was slowly repairing itself, although he’d never be the same after what had happened. His jaw still ached terribly and he had to wear dentures now as his own teeth had been shattered in the attack. He had permanent steel pins in his right knee and in his shoulder and his ribs still gave him trouble if he coughed or laughed. Not that he did much of the latter; he didn’t have all that much to laugh about.

His accident had changed everything. It wasn’t just that his physical appearance had changed, his mental state had also deteriorated somewhat. Every time the sun went down and the darkness pressed around the house Yamcha would find that his paranoia shot through the roof. Every creak or thump became ominous. Sleeping became impossible, so Yamcha would spend restless nights roaming around Bulma’s house. Bulma had confronted him several times about his ‘unhealthy behaviour’ and each confrontation was leaving their relationship more and more tenuous.

No one seemed to understand what he was going through. Bulma was cold and distant, oh she spent time with him but she always seemed on edge, and since his accident she hadn’t been intimate with him once. At first she had claimed that she didn’t want to hurt him when he was so sick, then she had started making up other reasons until she had finally begun avoiding him. He didn’t know what was wrong with her, but he did know that what they had was fast disappearing. It was as though Bulma despised him for some reason and almost regretted him returning from the hospital.

Yamcha grimaced as he stretched out his arm muscles and felt the muscles all down the injured side of his body ache in response to the sudden movement. Gingerly he lowered it and heard a low chuckle float into the room. He glanced up and frowned at Vegeta who was lounging in the doorway of the Briefs living room, his coal black eyes fixed mockingly on Yamcha.

“So how is Bulma’s little invalid today, hmm?” Vegeta drawled, prowling into the room with all the confidence of an unchallenged alpha male. Against his will Yamcha frowned – since when had Vegeta called Bulma by name? A small shiver worked its way down his back as Vegeta circled around him and came to a stop beside his chair, a slight smirk planted on his smug saiyan face. “Feeling better?”

Yamcha opened his mouth to tell Vegeta to mind his own god damned business when Bulma came walking into the room, her step faltering as she caught site of Yamcha and Vegeta. For a moment she stood still and stared at them, her eyes widening as she looked from Yamcha to Vegeta, looking for all the world as though she had seen a ghost.

“Hey babe.” Yamcha greeted her, grateful for the distraction. He stretched out his arms towards her and narrowed his eyes when Bulma stayed where she was, her gaze still directed at Vegeta. Slowly he lowered his arms back to his sides again, mentally wincing at the pain the motion has caused him mentally and physically. Still, he couldn’t let Bulma know how much pain he was still in.

“Yamcha and I were just cheating…Ooops!” The saiyan smirked and looked sneaky, “I meant chatting.” A sly grin sliding across his face as a threatening light entered his eyes. Although Yamcha couldn’t see what reason Vegeta had had for stating that fact he did notice that Bulma jerked and paled, almost as though Vegeta’s words had hit her physically.

“Oh?” Bulma’s voice wavered unsteadily, her voice tight with strain. “What about?” She very slowly looked down at Yamcha, her eyes scanning his face as though looking for something. She looked back at Vegeta abruptly. “What about?” She asked again, her voice a bare whisper.

“Nothing.” Yamcha broke in, irritated at being excluded from the conversation. He couldn’t understand why Bulma was staring at Vegeta in what appeared to be…fear? What in God’s name was going on? Frowning Yamcha climbed unsteadily to his feet. “What’s going on with you two?” To his surprise Vegeta laughter – a real laugh of amusement.

“You’d better sit back down if you want to know the answer to that question.” Vegeta remarked snidely, striding to one of the other free lounge chairs and sinking down into it gracefully. “It’s about time Bulma told you. I did want you to know the truth earlier but Bulma didn’t want to tell you while you were ill…”

“Vegeta, no!” Bulma held up a hand to forestall Vegeta, a pleading look coming into her eyes as the saiyan steam rolled ahead anyway, enjoying the look of confusing on the foolish human’s face.

“Bulma and I…well…” Vegeta mockingly sighed in regret. “We…”

“No! Vegeta let me be the one to tell him!” Bulma hurriedly interrupted him mid-sentence. “Please! I said I’d be the one to tell him, and I will.” She stared into Vegeta’s eyes earnestly, unwilling to let him completely and utterly destroy every shred of love that Yamcha had for her – she didn’t want Yamcha to hate her. She especially didn’t want to have to choose between Vegeta and Yamcha, but she had no choice.

From his vantage point on the couch Yamcha couldn’t help but notice that Bulma’s blue eyes gleamed with unshed tears and her usually clear pale skin was flushed from stress. There was something endlessly sad in the way that she turned to face him, as though she knew something that was going to rip her apart. Abruptly everything fell into place – Bulma’s cold attitude and Vegeta’s familiarity, the way that Bulma had avoided him since his return from the hospital, everything suddenly made sense. Vegeta’s apparent slip of the mouth about ‘cheating’ was now all too clear.

“Your in love with him.” Yamcha’s voice was barely audible and for a second he wasn’t sure if his companions had heard him, but then he saw Bulma’s eyes filling with tears and Vegeta’s smirk and he knew it was true. Bulma had cheated on him. Bulma had cheated on him with Vegeta! Vegeta! The insane saiyan prince who had once threatened to slaughter all of them! The man who had been responsible for his death in the first battle the earthlings had had with the saiyans!

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please don’t be mad at me.” Bulma moved from the couch and sat down next to him, taking his hand in a movement that lacked her usual grace. She stared into his eyes and hesitantly raised a hand to wipe away a tear that had trickled from her eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’d do this to me.” Yamcha pulled his hand back from her, wanting to shove her away from him but unable to bring himself to hurt his first love. He knew he should be feeling angry but all he was feeling was numb with shock. How could his little blue haired angel have done this to him? The woman who’d he’d intended to marry had cheated on him the minute he’d been, even briefly, out of the picture.

“Because she’s in love with me.” Vegeta finally spoke up, his voice smug and secure in the knowledge that Bulma was his. Yamcha’s eyes clashed with Vegeta’s and his breath caught in his throat as he saw something less then human slide through the saiyans gaze eyes.

He was evil…

“No…no you can’t be. Bulma you belong with me, not him!” Yamcha grabbed at Bulma’s hands, tearing his eyes away from Vegeta. He gazed into Bulma’s blue eyes with an intensity that took her breath away. “I love you Bulma…and I forgive you. We can still be together! It’s not too late…”

She couldn’t be in love with someone as evil as Vegeta!

“It’s far too late!” Vegeta sprung to his feet and strode towards them, wrenching Bulma’s hands from Yamcha’s with clenched teeth and steely eyes. “You lost human! Bulma’s mine!”

“Hey!” Bulma squeaked as Vegeta dragged her to her feet. “Hey!” She shouted louder as Vegeta went to pick her up and carry her away. “Put me down!” She took a swipe at Vegeta’s face and shrieked when he deposited her abruptly on a couch, glaring down at her with an animal like anger that shook her to the bones.

“Silence woman!” He spat at her, whirling abruptly to face Yamcha. “You’re not going to steal her away from me, human! Bulma is mine! She came to me willingly and if you try to take her from me I swear I’ll rip you limb from limb.” He took a menacing step forward, baring his teeth.

“Vegeta!” Bulma frowned in disgust at the violence Vegeta was threatening Yamcha with. She knew Vegeta was angry but…there was something almost evil in the way he was so quick to threaten Yamcha. A wave of revulsion made her stomach twist and she swallowed the bile that had risen in her throat. She turned to face Yamcha, desperate to get him out of the house and away from Vegeta. She may not feel for Yamcha the way she used to, but she didn’t want to see him exposed to the violence Vegeta was capable of.

“Yamcha…I’m sorry but I’m not going to get back with you.” She took a deep breath. “It’s over – we’re over.” She sensed rather then heard Vegeta retreating to her side. She stared at the floor in front of her and didn’t both looking up when Vegeta sat down beside her and put a comforting – restraining? – arm around her. She didn’t even look up when she heard Yamcha take a shuddering breath and leave the room with more haste then grace.

She only looked up when she felt Vegeta gently kiss her neck and ease her into the circle of her arms. She collided with his molten hot eyes and felt the pain inside of her subside a little bit. She’d lost Yamcha but…but Vegeta loved her. Didn’t he?

Didn’t he?

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The Prince\'s Plan

He was evil…

She couldn’t be in love with someone as evil as Vegeta!

Didn’t he?