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Betrayal	By : Debbie Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: If I owned these guys do you think I would be writing fics?

Notes: While there are quite a few fics out there in regards to Bulma and Vegeta I often wondered about how Yamcha ended up losing Bulma to him. Yamcha in my opinion is often made out to be the villian but I dont think that is the case. He strikes me as a soft warm caring individual and so this fic was born that incorporates the three key figures in a triangle of love, deception and betrayal....

Rating: 'NC 17' Contains violence, swearing and LIME. If you cant handle than don't read.
" BETRAYAL "

The sound of a fast returning vehicle split the afternoon air's calmness, then with a bang the noise ceased, the earth's crust shuddered as she allowed the intruder to settle into her skin and then the stillness returned yet again. Several figures stood in stunned silence as they observed what now lay upon the once beautifully manicured lawn. With a hiss the door opened and a pair of hands were seen grasping the frame as the remainder of the body was slowly pulled into view.

Yamcha raced forward and his body took on the classical stance of one ready to defend against whatever should try to threaten the peace. Puar ever faithful was at his shoulder. He swallowed hard as a familiar black clad figure stepped onto the ramp.

"Vegeta"

The spandex clad warrior turned and looked straight at the voice. "Kakarot... is he here?"

It was more of a demand than a question.

Yamcha was saved from answering as Bulma came to find out what all the noise was about.

"What's that awful smell?" She asked, and then realising where the offensive scent was coming from she proceeded to drag one Saiya-jin off to the bathroom.

Sitting around the table while Bulma finished cooking the barbecue the chatter was warm and friendly then the atmosphere changed. The air was thick as Vegeta re appeared obviously agitated.

Yamcha could sense something too, only he wasn't focusing on the approaching evil, he was more concerned with the subtle undertones he was getting. He shook his head in an attempt to bring his thoughts back to the here and now.

"Frieza." said Vegeta.

Within seconds they were on their way to the desert.

* * * * * * * *

Yamcha let his tired body slide onto the mattress, it had been a long day. he folded his arms behind his head and contemplated the events of the past few hours. So much to do and so little time. He smiled to himself. That purple haired youth sure made quick work of Frieza and his cronies. He played the scene back over in his head several more times still unable to figure out how someone so young could have the powers that he did. It sure was a mystery to him. He put the little information on the youth that he had into the recess of his brain to think about at a later date when he had more time. Right now he had more important things to worry about. The revelations that had come from the stranger were to say the least mind blowing. And then there was Goku's return.... and Vegeta...... Yamcha had a funny feeling about Vegeta but couldn't pin point just what it was about the guy that was making him uneasy at the moment.

Yamcha rolled off the bed and strode towards the bathroom. Turning the shower on he stripped and placed his dirty clothes into the laundry hamper, then pulling back the sliding glass doors he stepped into the warm jets and lost himself in his continuous whirlpool of thoughts.

The soap slid over the hard planes of a body well toned from exercise as the water coursed in rivulets washing away the dirt and grime of another battle as his mind continued to wander in ever present circles. Finally reaching for the taps he turned the water off and giving his head a shake sent droplets careering around the shower recess. In effect clearing his head at the same time as getting rid of the excess water from his hair.

He stepped out onto the plush bathmat and reached for a large fluffy towel. Towelling himself dry he stared at the reflection in the mirror. He needed a shave but it could wait until the morning, he was just too tired now. He wrapped the towel around his slim hips and headed back out into the bedroom. His mind was suddenly yanked back to the present by the realisation that he wasn't alone.

Sitting on his bed in her powder puff blue dressing gown was Bulma. The soft light retingting the hues in her hair giving her the look of surreal beauty.

He swallowed hard. "Bulma. What are you doing in here?"

"I did knock but you were in the shower so I thought I would come in and wait for you." She smiled tentatively at him.

Yamcha blushed suddenly realising that he was only clad in a towel. "Errrr..... I wont be a second." and he moved quickly to the closet and snagging a pair of pyjama pants went back into the bathroom. He re emerged a moment later with the pyjamas in place and towel draped around his shoulders. He sat down on the bed next to Bulma who promptly slid closer to him as the bed dipped in his favour with his extra bulk.

"So what's up?" he asked as he towelled his hair.

"I really don't know." said Bulma. "So much has happened in such a short time. First with Vegeta coming back.."

Yamcha scowled at the mention of the Saiya-jins name.

Bulma continued, "Then that horrible Frieza turns up again only to be beaten by the young boy with that strange hair. As if that isn't enough Goku comes back as well!" Bulma sat for a moment, her mind wandering back.

"I mean its really great to have Goku back at last but the things that youth said to him about the future coming of those androids...... It doesn't seem fair." she said quietly.

Yamcha stopped drying his hair and stared at the girl deep in his own thoughts. "Theres something else on your mind isn't there Bulma?" he said.

Bulma looked up sharply, was she so easy to read? "Yes, yes there is." she replied.

Yamcha reached out and slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.

She let her head sink to his chest and inhaled the scent of his lean body, a scent that was sweet and soft, yet masculine and definitely all Yamcha. A hand dropped to his thigh and she gently caressed the muscle there.

"Tell me what's bothering you." Yamcha breathed the question into her hair then proceeded to feather kisses across her temple and forehead.

Bulma sighed as she enjoyed the attention. "Its that youth. I don't know why but I feel really close to him for some reason. As if I know him really well and yet I only met him today." she looked at Yamcha with her blue eyes.

Yamcha stared back losing himself in the depths of those blue orbs. "Its kind of weird but I feel as if I also know him. And strange as this may sound I felt that I could trust him with my life."

Bulma moved subconsciously closer to the warm body that beckoned. She idly traced her hands up the chest and then down over a rippling bicep to entwine her fingers with his. "So much has happened today that I feel emotionally exhausted." she murmured.

Yamcha pulled her close and embraced her soft warm body against his. "Lets try not to think too much about all that has gone on. We know that there is a lot to do in the up coming months and I'm pretty sure that we will be able to work out all the riddles in time." He reached down with his finger and putting it under her chin tilted her head towards him.

She stared into his eyes and read the love there. Leaning into his embrace she parted her lips slightly in invitation.

He reached for and claimed her lips in a soft gentle kiss. Ghosting his own across in a feather touch leaving her wanting more.

She snuggled closer to him, one had wrapped around his waist and the other running gently up and down the skin of his back.

He kissed her again, a little firmer this time and then ran his fingers through her hair.

She sighed softly enjoying the touch.

Still caressing her hair Yamcha brought to the fore and spoke what had been in the back of his mind. "I don't trust Vegeta."

It was a simple statement but one that contained volumes.

Bulma raised her head to look at him. "Why not?"

"A combination of things I suppose."

"Well I know he wasn't exactly on our side toin win with but he seems to have changed an awful lot and I get the impression that he is genuine in his interest to help us." said Bulma.

"But I still don't trust the guy. I realise that if what that lavender haired youth said is true then we are going to need all the help we can get and I would rather have Vegeta on our side that against us but it doesn't mean that I have to like it." Yamcha scowled.

Bulma looked up at him, a smile played across her mouth. "Why I do believe you are jealous my warrior." she said

Yamcha spluttered. "Jealous!" he snorted, "What of? He's nothing special." But deep down inside he felt a stirring of recognition.

Bulma sighed "Well I'm going to bed I'm tired. It has been a busy day so I will see you in the morning Yamcha." She stood up and went to leave.

Yamcha also stood and pulled her towards him enveloping her in his strong arms. He dropped his face to hers and finding her lips he kissed her.

Bulma parted her lips slightly as she felt his questing tongue seeking permission to enter. He slid his tongue in and finding hers duelled briefly before plundering the rest of her sweetness. Panting slightly from the intensity of the kiss they pulled apart.

Bulma looked up into his eyes that were clouded with passion and pressed her body against the bare skin of his chest trying to make as much contact with him as she could.

Yamcha moaned into her mouth, he could feel his excitement growing and wasn't sure how much longer he could control his hormones. God she drove him wild.

Bulma could feel the heat radiating off his body and was pleased with the result. He was such a perfect gentleman .... never giving in to her attempts to seduce him.... no matter how much she seemed to torment him he always managed to remain in control. It was frustrating but also a challenge.

Bulma wanted him he knew that, but were they ready for things to go further? Oh sure she teased and tortured him and they fooled around a bit but as yet they had always managed to stop before things got too intense. But how much longer he would be able to control himself he didn't know.

She claimed his lips again for another sensuous kiss, then rubbing herself lightly against him she turned and left the room. Closing the door quietly behind her, she walked quickly to her own room not noticing that the door to Vegeta's room was slightly open.

Yamcha stood where Bulma had left him. He groaned quietly to himself and looked down at his pyjamas that were currently tented by his excitement. She had done it to him again he thought. He toyed with the idea of a cold shower then deciding against it he climbed into the bed and began a dance with his hand that would soon send stars crashing behind his eyelids and a warmth surging from his groin throughout his body.

* * * * * * *

The next few days passed in a blu the the Z fighters sorted themselves out and made their various plans for training in preparation for the coming of the androids. Vegeta and Yamcha passed each other in the hallways of the capsule crop dome but barely exchanged anything other that a grunt of recognition.

Yamcha could not dispel that uneasy feeling he had whenever he was around Vegeta, and it intensified when Bulma was present. She amused him in some ways in her handling of the arrogant prince. As much as he was short with her she managed to somehow return the snub with twice the venom. But still it ate at him despite the frequent and obvious sarcastic exchanges that passed between the two.

Vegeta had only been living at the Capsule crop dome for a few weeks when he began with his demands. Firstly it was the gymnasium. The equipment there wasn't up to the standard he was used to. Yamcha scoffed at this as the gym was one of the best equipped that he had ever come across but for whatever reason the Briefs bowed to Vegetas demands and had newer, better upgraded equipment installed. What they couldn't find they invented and made themselves.

Yamcha was stunned that the professor would bow to such demands but he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Besides it worked to his advantage too.

Then there was the appetite. They were all well aware of Goku's insatiable appetite but were unaware that it applied to Vegeta as well.

"I am in training to save this lousy planet and in order for my body to achieve its highest level then it requires fuel." He roared one day. "What you feed me isn't enough or the right stuff."

A new cook was hired the very next day just for Vegeta.

The crunch came when Vegeta demanded a special gravity chamber be made for him.

Yamcha had taken Bulma for a ride out into the country for a picnic. The remains of their lunch lay scattered on the various dishes as they sat back on the blanket beneath the clear blue sky.

Bulma lay herself down on her back with her head resting in Yamchas lap. It was hard to believe that there was a force currently being readied to wreak havoc on the planet when the days were so serene. One could almost be lulled into a false sense of security.

Yamcha dropped a hand to run through the blue locks gently massaging the scalp.

Bulma closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

Yamcha sighed softly. "I wish we could remain like this forever."

"Mmmm so do I ." whispered Bulma.

Yamcha could feel his heart thudding in his chest as she adjusted her position, getting more comfortable. He allowed his hand to stray and stroke the length of one creamy arm.

"Tell me something Yamcha." she asked still keeping her eyes closed.

"What is it you want to know." he returned.

"Why don't you like Vegeta?"

Yamchas breath drew in sharply at the mention of that name and his body tensed. He stopped the gentle caress of her arm.

Bulma, wondering why the tender stroking had ceased opened her eyes and looked at him.

He stared off into the distance. "It's not that I dislike him." he thought carefully before continuing, "But more I suppose that I don't trust the guy. I mean he was one of Friezas hench men... a bad guy. He tried to kill Goku before. I guess I need a little more than just his word to say that he has changed and is on our side now."

Bulma thought over Yamchas speech. "I guess your right but I do think we should take a leaf out of Goku's book and try to be a little more pleasant towards him. You know... at least give him a chance."

Yamcha stared at the girl in his lap. "If thats what you really want then I will try." he said resignedly.

Bulma smiled at him. "Thank you." She said and then stretched up to reach his lips.

As he drank from her sweet lips Yamcha wondered if he was doing the right thing.

* * * * * * * *

Several more weeks had passed and the Gravity machine was finally finished. Vegeta could hardly contain his excitement and as soon as the testing was finished he was in there and training.

Yamcha watched from a distance as the machine pulsed and hummed its way through day after day. Occasionally he would sneak up and watch through the window, wondering just what it was that drove the prince to such limits.

Bulma caught him one day.

He had just managed to get a look at the latest round of exercises Vegeta was doing when voice behind him caused him to loose his balance and fall in an undignified heap. Picking himself up he glared at Bulma. "Shit Bulma, you nearly gave me a heart attack." he said.

Bulma placed a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the giggle there. "You shouldn't be spying." she said.

"I wasn't spying."

"Oh no? Well what do you call sneaking up and peeking through the window then?"

"I call it checking out the latest techniques." huffed Yamcha and proceeded to dust himself off.

"I still call it spying." chuckled Bulma and she scrambled up herself to take a peek inside the machine. What she saw burned itself into her brain. She swallowed in an attempt to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. Vegeta was shadow boxing, dressed only in a pair of black spandex shorts and white sneakers his upper torso bare save the sheen of sweat.

Yamcha noticing how quiet she had become moved up next to her and also stared through the window. He felt a ripple of apprehension run up his spine as he noted the expression on her face as she watched the warrior within.

Unable to take any more he turned and moved away. She followed him unaware of the turmoil in his head and heart.

Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. Yamcha having promised to, was doing his best to give Vegeta a fair go, but finding it extremely difficult as Bulma seemed to be showering attention on him at every opportunity. If Yamcha didn't know any better he would say the girl was flirting with the prince. It took all his control not to let his rage come through. He was no fool..... he knew that Vegeta was stronger than him and should it come to a physical battle he would no doubt come out worse.

He excused himself and finding Puar went for a walk.

Puar knew Yamcha well enough by now to know he was deeply upset and so waited patiently for him to tell him what was wrong.

Once Yamcha was far enough away from prying eyes and ears he gave Puar the whole story. Confessing his fears seemed to make him feel better though. The hardest part he admitted was that after all this time together she should suddenly want someone else. They had been together for so long now that she was a part of him. She had helped him to get over his shyness with girls, they had gone through so much together, hell she had even wished him back with the dragonballs! Surely she wasnt going to throw it all away.

Puar thought in silence. Then..... " I think you are overreacting my friend." he chuckled.

"Oh.... and what makes you think that?"

"Well from whau hau have told me and what I have seen it looks like the poor girl has only looked at the other guy and suddenly you have her madly in love with him."

Yamcha pondered this idea for a moment. "Yeah.. I guess you are right Puar. I seem to be jumping to conclusions." He ran his hands through his mop of black hair. "I just don't get it though."

"Get what?" asked Puar.

"Well everyone seems to be running around pandering to that egotistical bastards every whim. He says jump and they ask how high! It doesn't make sense to me. I mean Goku is just as strong as him but you dont see them all grovelling at his feet now do you?"

Puar contemplated Yamcha's words. "The only response I have to that is that they must be afraid of him. I mean lets face it... he is really strong."

"Yeah I know..... But its so frustrating Puar, I mean he was one of the bad guy's and Bulma and me.... well we have been through so much together then he shows up and she seems to perk up and start batting her eyelashes at him..." Yamcha looked miserable.

""I'm sure its nothing but you know what women are like.... She's just wanting to reassure herself that she is attractive to other men thats all." said Puar.

"I hope your right." said Yamcha.

"Don't let it worry you Yamcha. She's just teasing you a bit. Maybe if you were to ignore her antics she will stop them. No point if there's no audience.."

Yamcha smiled. "You know Puar, I do believe you may have a point there. I think I will give that a try." Having made up his mind he headed back to the golden dome.

That night when all was quiet a lone figure slipped silently through the hallways and keeping in the shadows made its way across the lawn and stood before the door of the gravity machine. The door hissed slightly as it opened and the figure slipped inside. The room glowed dimly, the lights on the console bathing everything in a soft red hue. Yamcha strode purposefully to the console and checked the readings there. Pushing a few buttons he thought to himself that anything that saiya-jin could do he could also do. Having selected the gravitational force he pushed the activate button. The machine asked him if he was sure. He again activated the button and the machine confirmed his choice and began to hum softly. The reddish tinge deepened as the gravity came into effect.

Yamcha felt as though he was being crushed. The pressure was so intense. He felt his body give in to the unrelenting downward pull. try as he might he could not avoid being flattened against the floor of the machine. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." he said out loud.

After what seemed like an eternity but was in reality a few minutes Yamcha managed to drag his arm up to the console and hit the off switch. As the gravity returned to normal so he pulled his protesting form to lie against the console. His muscles baulked at the thought of any further movement in the immediate future so he was forced to stay there for the moment at least. As he sat recovering he wondered just how Vegeta was able to stand up to such a vigorous regime.

That guy must have an iron will and a body of steel he thought. He also realised that no matter how hard he trained, no matter what he did or how strong he became he would never be as strong as Vegeta. The soone acc accepted this realisation the sooner he would be able to move on and continue his own training at his own pace.

With muscles stiff, sore and weary from the torture he had inflicted upon them Yamcha made his way slowly and stiffly back to his room where he collapsed gratefully onto the feather soft bed and drifted into the sleep of the dead tired. It would be a long time before he tried anything like that again.

After his *episode* with the gravity machine Yamcha threw himself into his own training schedule and tried to ignore Bulmas flirtations with Vegeta. Which wasn't all that easy seeing as how they all lived under the same roof.

Bulma sat in the lounge with her mother staring at the cakes on the table. Her mother was busy pouring tea and trying to make conversation with her thoroughly bored and up up daughter.

"I know your bored dear with all the guys so busy with their training. Im sure that it wont last for too much longer." said mot mother.

"Oh mom you really don't understand do you? All they want to do is train... train... train.... And then once they have finished their training for the day they are so tired they just fall asleep. No one wants to go out anymore . All they do is eat, sleep and train. Im so bored....." Bulma folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

"I'm sure that they aren't ignoring you on purpose my dear."

"I know mom but Yamcha always had time to take me out before." Bulmas eyes suddenly lit up. "I think I know how to get a bit more attention." she thought wickedly to herself.

"Oh my." said her mother and pouring herself another cup added, "Now don't go and do anything silly dear."

Bulma laid her plans carefully, she had to make sure that everything was in the right place in order for this to work. She knew that Vegeta finished his training and came in for a shower at the same time every day, likewise Yamcha also came in at the same time. She waited.

Vegeta strolled down the corridor pleased with the way his training was proceeding. He would have liked to have been a little further ahead but no big deal. He sensed a presence up ahead and scowled, it was that pathetic human Yamcha. Then he picked up on another... the female. He continued to walk towards his rooms and the shower that awaited his sweaty body when suddenly a figure was beside him and sliding sensually up the length of his body. A pair of lips descended upon his and so taken aback by the suddenness of it all, he let it happen.

Yamcha walked around the corner to see... What the hell was that?! Standing in the hallway ahead of him was Vegeta and Bulma locked in what appeared to be a very passionate kiss. Yamcha felt the blood drain from his face and his heart pounded in his chest, his mouth went dry. Quickly he spun on his heel and went back the same way he had come.

Bulma cracked open an eyelid and saw the retreating form of Yamcha. She smiled to herself. So far so good. Then she froze as she felt strong arms encircling her body and a pair of cold black eyes staring at her. She eeped quietly.

Vegeta was at first too stunned to react to the kiss. Pretty soon though his brain kicked in and registered that he was in an embrace, locking lips with a member of not only another race but a female of that species. He also discovered that it didn't feel that bad. He reached up and put his arms around the woman as she pulled away breaking the connection between their mouths.

Silently they stared at each other.

"Why?"

She stared at him lost in a well of emotions. She had done this with the sole intention of making Yamcha jealous and getting him to take more notice of her. What she hadn't allowed for was how good it felt to kiss the Saiya-jin Prince. "I.... err..... I'm sorry Vegeta...."

Vegeta kept his arms around her and continued to stare into her eyes, he had to admit this felt good. "You haven't answered my question."

Dumbly she lost herself in his eyes. She swallowed hard, better to tell him the truth and risk his anger. She lowered her head and told him. When she had finished she looked up at him. "The only thing is that I didn't bank on it feeling and being so good."

He watched as the various emotions played across her face. He reached out and ran a finger down her cheekbone, tracing it all the way to her lips. He stopped and rested the palm of his hand flat against her cheek and ran the pad of his thumb over her lower lip.

Bulma was too scared to breathe. The normally arrogant Prince was showing a tender almost *human* side that she hadn't been aware that could have existed, showing her just how much she didn't know of him.

"Come." he said. The statement was followed by the release of her body from his arms and caress as he turned and made his way to his room.

She followed still dazed behind him. When they reached his quarters she followed him inside and sat in the chair he motioned for her. Crossing her legs and folding her arms she regained her composure. "Now what?" she thought to herself. "I told him what I was up to and why. Can I help it if he felt and tasted so good? Whoa! there Bulma old girl....... where did that just come from? You are supposed to be making Yamcha jealous not chatting up the opposition!" Bulmas conscience warred with itself as she tried desperately to justify her feelings.

Vegeta was well aware of the womans obvious intent and the current emotional battle she was experiencing. He smiled to himself. In all honesty he had been so fixed on his training that he really had not paid much attention to the female.... until now. When he studied her she wasn't all that bad considering....

Bulma watched as Vegeta smirked staring intently at her. "What?" she asked as she felt herself redden under his gaze. It reminded her of a predator. She didn't think she wanted to find out the intended prey.

"You did this to make Yamcha jealous?"

"Yes."

"Did it work?"

"I think so..."

"Did you enjoy doing it?"

What sort of a question was that? Bulma stared quizzically at Vegeta.

Vegeta moved rapidly and before Bulma knew it he was beside her, his strong calloused hands were on her shoulders gently massaging. His breath was warm against her neck as he reached forward and asked again.

"Did you enjoy doing it?"

Bulma moaned softly. "Yes and no." she said.

Vegeta slid his tongue up the side of her neck and to her ear lobe where he began to nibble gently. "What do you mean yes and no..?"

Bulma leaned back into the soft caressing hands. "No I didn't like to see his sad face and yes I enjoyed kissing you."

"Then kiss me again."

Bulma brought her lips around to meet the saiya-jins. Tenderly they met touching lightly before Vegeta pushed his tongue forward and running it along her lower lip sought entry to her mouth. She granted the intruder access as Vegeta plundered the warm depths deepening the kiss. His hands began to roam up the sides of her body as the kiss took them to newer greater heights.

Bulmas sanity suddenly returned and she realised where she was and what she was doing. With a hoarse cry she broke the kiss and pulled away from Vegeta. "Stop. I cant do this." she muttered and with a jump she was out of the chair and gone from the room.

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and smirked to himself. "You will be back ...." he thought silently to himself and then he headed for the shower once more.

Bulma raced out of Vegetas room and down the hallway not stopping her headlong rush until she was safely in her own room. Turning her back and panting she leant up against the closed door determined to bring some form of order to her thoughts and emotions. This couldn't be happening. She loved Yamcha. All she had tried to do was get the man to pay her a little more attention instead of ignoring her in favour of all this training. She hadn't bargained on her body betraying her the way it did when Vegeta had kissed her back. Her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip absently. The taste of Vegeta was still there. She couldn't be.... she wasn't having feelings for the saiya-jin.... Was she?

Yamcha retreated to the safety of his own quarters, the sight of Bulma wrapping herself around Vegeta had temporarily crushed his heart. His mind ran in circles trying to understand the messages he had been given. One minute she was constantly with him demanding his full attention then she is encouraging him to train for the safety of the earth and its people. Next thing she is all over Vegeta. He scratched his aching head. His heart was having trouble accepting what his head could see was happening. If he wanted her then it was obvious, he had one hell of a fight on his hands. A soft knocking on the door dragged him back from his mental sparring.

Bulma stood in the doorway. "Can I come in?"

"Yes... yes of course." he said and motioned for her to enter.

She walked in then turned and with her hands on her hips she stared at Yamcha and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry Yamcha." she began. "That was so wrong of me. I thought that you didn't care for me any more so I was trying to make you jealous. It... I ... that is.... ahh dammit! It wasn't supposed to go that far, I just wanted you to notice me again.." Bulma trailed off miserably.

Yamcha watched as Bulma desperately tried to apologise. This was something new, Bulma rarely admitted she was wrong let alone apologised. She must be really feeling bad if that was the case. Yamcha felt his heart soften a little. He moved across the room and swept her into his arms. Burying his face into her hair he whispered. "Well you sure did make me jealous. But I will forgive you this time. Just promise me you wont do this again." He reached for her lips and kissed her deeply.

* * * * * * * *

Several more days passed and Bulma appeared to have settled down. Yamcha still devoted most of his time to training but managed to take regular time out from the punishing routine to spend time with Bulma in effect keeping her happy... or so he thought.

Vegeta watched the pair silently and kept his distance. He could see what was happening and decided to let nature take its course. He could wait. He chuckled to himself... It wouldn't be much longer. He threw himself into his training with renewed vigour, aware of the eyes that watched him through the window. He felt those eyes as they roamed over every inch of his taunt body and he knew the time was close.

Bulma couldn't help herself. She was draw intolerably towards the Gravity machine each day and each day she promised herself it would be the last. Bowing to her bodies demands that she enjoy another optical feast she succumbed and made her way to peer once again through the window at the beautifully sculpted being within.

Yamcha left the next day to spend a few days with Goku learning some harder moves and techniques. Making Bulma promise him she would stay home it was with an uneasy feeling that left.

Bulma passed the few days fairly quietly, still sneaking out to watch her secret obsession work out, totally unaware that he knew she was there. The day before Yamcha was due home she once more made her way to the machine promising herself that this would be the very last time. She climbed up carefully to the window and peered inside. He was on the far side doing some stretches. She watched entranced as he went through his routine of exercises. She allowed her mind to wander as he moved fluidly through push ups, sit ups and stomach crunches. So caught up was she that she didn't notice him move from her line of vision. Suddenly the stillness was shattered by a deep voice in her ear.

"Enjoying the show?"

Bulma screamed in fright and toppled from her perch to be caught by a pair of strong arms. Her heart beating wildly she spun her head to stare into Vegetas coal black orbs. "W..w..what?" she finally stuttered out.

"You have been spying on me for days now."

Bulma found it hard to control herself. Being this close to Vegeta she could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the sweat and male odour that was distinctly Vegeta. Her heart continued to beat erratically as she tried to rein in her hormones... and failed. "I... I guess I just like to watch you guys work out." she managed to say at last.

"Hmmm." said Vegeta. Then his eyes stared at her and took on a mysterious hue. "I thought I was reading different signals ... maybe I was wrong..." he spoke quietly before feathering a kiss across her lips and putting her on the ground. Then he was gone.

Bulma stood for a moment and ran her fingers across her lips. Tingles went up and down her spine, her heart cried out Yes! while her head said No. She took a deep breath and made up her mind. She needed to see Vegeta and see him now! They had to talk to sort this out once and for all. Her mind made up she walked with a purpose in her gait to the dome and up to Vegetas room.

Pausing to knock briefly she waited for the reply.

"Enter."

She opened the door and moved inside. She stopped, frozen to the spot as the vision assaulted her optic nerves. Vegeta fresh from his shower, body damp, muscles glowing and rippling under the fine sheen of moisture, his hair although slightly wet still defied the laws of gravity and stayed for the most part upright, the white towel riding low on the narrow hips. He looked like a black haired Adonis. Bulma licked her lips.

Fully aware of the womans eyes roving over his body he folded his arms and with legs slightly splayed giving her the perfect view of his muscular form he smirked. "What can I do for you?"

The question was simple enough but the innuendo was there and Bulma didn't miss it.

"Vegeta..." she swallowed hard. "We need to talk."

"So lets talk." he continued to smirk at her.

Bulma felt herself blushing. "Umm Vegeta do you think you could put something on? I mean a towel isn't exactly the best apparel for a discussion."

Vegeta snickered at her. "If it makes you uncomfortable then I will be but a moment." He moved across the room and taking a fresh pair of spandex shorts from the closet he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned and moved to sit on the bed. "Now, what is it you wish to talk about?" he purred knowing full well the effect he was having on her.

Bulma, sitting in the chair opposite him suddenly found the room getting much hotter. She crossed her legs and tried to look anywhere but at Vegeta. She knew that once she made eye contact that would be it. Vainly she searched for the words she needed to say.

Vegeta stared at the woman before him and chuckled to himself. "Gotcha" he said silently. He slid off the bed and moved sensuously towards Bulma making sure she was watching his body as he brushed up against her arm. Then he rested his hands again on her shoulders and began to massage them as he had done once before. "So what did you want to say?" he whispered in her ear.

She moaned and moved back into his ministrations. This felt so good, surely it couldn't be wrong. Her mind tried to remind her of what it was she had come here for. She tried once more to speak before she drowned in Vegeta. "Yamcha.... not fair to Yamcha... I can't.... ohhh god.... so good ....." Bulma lost her last grip on sanity as Vegetas lips worked their way around her neck, sending shock waves through her excited body.

Vegeta knew he had her. "Forget Yamcha.... your min he he growled softly and reaching down he nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, in effect marking her as his.

She moaned then jumped at the sharp pain. She didn't have time to react though as Vegetas tongue gently soothed the spot cleaning up the tiny droplets of blood. All reason flew out the proverbial window as she found herself drifting into another plane... one where only pleasure mattered.

Vegeta slid his arms around her form and carried her over to the bed where he laid her out and then crawled up her body to her lips, once again claiming them.

Bulma squirmed and moved underneath his weight. It all felt so good. Sure she had done similar things with Yamcha but this was totally different. Her body was awake and sensitive to every touch. Glancing through lust filled eyes she noticed just how little spandex hid. Vegeta was visibly aroused and by the looks of things he was also very well endowed. She shivered with anticipation as Vegetas hands began a dance of exploration over the soft creamy skin of her body.

Vegeta took his time savouring every inch of the blue eyed beauty beneath him. He enjoyed exploring all of her gorgeous frame. Gradually removing her clothing till she lay fully exposed to his eyes and his touch. He intended to claim her as his and force all thought from her head with the pleasure he would give her.

Somehow he managed to remove his shorts and now they lay naked, side by side as fingers, lips and tongues moved over each others forms touching, tasting, mapping out the uncharted territory.

The warmth that enveloped him as he entered her sent his already sensitive system into overload, and he had to remind himself to be gentle and take things slowly. This took all his self control as the woman was now writhing beneath him, lost in her own world of pleasure that built until a galaxy of stars exploded in her head.

He felt her reach for and then attain that apex, her body clenching around him as she let go. He began to flex his hips faster as he searched for his own end. Climbing the ladder to the top he raced upwards and then teetered on the edge for a second before crashing down the other side into the well of orgasm. Panting they drew apart.

Bulma snuggled up against his chest and sighing softly pressed her body against his before drifting into a light slumber.

Vegeta looked at the woman cradled in his arms and felt a tug in his chest. Quickly he dismissed it. She was a woman to be used to gain his relief.... nothing more. So why then did he place a lingering kiss on her forehead as he pulled her close to him and drifted into sleep himself?

The next morning Bulma awoke and stretched out. Her body reminded her of last nights activities. She was a little sore but otherwise okay. Who would have guessed that the slightly short in stature Prince would be such a big boy in other areas. She smiled to herself as she replayed their love making in her head, then got up and padded to the bathroom. She was a little disappointed to find Vegeta was gone already but she knew where to find him.

Vegeta was in his Gravity machine trying to work off some of his nervous energy. He was scolding himself for being weak and allowing himself to end up in the females arms. This would not do. He had to stop thinking of the woman and concentrate on his training.

Yamcha arrived home that afternoon to find Vegeta still working out and Bulma a little quieter than normal. He pondered this but decided not to say anything. He figured that if Bulma wanted to talk then she would come to him soon enough.

Bulma wasn't ready for the tidal wave of emotions she was experiencing with Yamaha's return. She felt a mixture of guilt and elation every time she thought of her one night of stolen passion. She knew she had to make a decision but was reluctant to do so as yet. She needed to find out a bit more about this saiya-jin prince who had crept into her heart and turned everything around.

Alas she was denied that chance...

A huge explosion rocked the foundations of the Capsule corp. Black smoke billowed into the air. Bulma , Yamcha and Dr Briefs all ran to the source of the noise.

Bulmas hand flew to her mouth as a strangled sob escaped. The gravity machine lay wrecked. The smouldering pieces scattered all around indicating that the blast was indeed as large as it had sounded. There was no sign of Vegeta.

Dr Briefs and Yamcha quickly began to search through the tangle of twisted metal calling Vegetas name as they went. Suddenly a pile of rubble went flying into the air as a hand pushed up and through.

"Over here!" screamed Bulma as she shot forward and frantically began to pull away bits of debris.

With a little help the Saiya-jin was finally extracted from the wreckage looking very battered and bruised. Several cuts and wounds were scattered over his body and the blood ran freely from a number of them.

"I'm fine..." growled Vegeta as he tried to push the helping hands away.

Bulma let herself be pushed aside and then opened her mouth to protest his action but the words were never spoken as the prince suddenly pitched forward as unconsciousness claimed him.

Between them they managed to carry the hurt warrior into the medical facility of the dome and under Dr Briefs skilful hands his wounds were treated and then bandaged. Once they had done all they could Vegeta was made as comfortable as possible in one of the infirmary beds with tubes and wires connected to him to keep his progress monitored and ensure his fluid levels were maintained.

As Bulma stared at the battered and bruised man she felt her emotions run away with her. Tears began to well in her eyes as the thought of what could have happened came to her. Quickly she pushed them away as she heard Yamcha enter the small room.

"Will he be all right?" asked Yamcha in a quiet subdued voice.

"Yes I think so. Daddy has done everything he can for now for him so the rest is up to him. I am unsure of the healing rate in Saiya-jins but I would say he will be out of action for at least a week or two." Bulmas eyes never left the sleeping form as she spoke.

Yamcha began to feel a little uncomfortable with the amount of attention Bulma seemed to be paying the dark haired warrior. "Come on, lets go get something to eat." he said and reached for her hand.

She jumped as his fingers brushed her wrist, then slowly she raised her eyes to meet his dark ones. "I really think I should stay here Yamcha, in case he wakes or something happens."

"But he is being monitored. If there is any change then the system will set off its warning bells and alert you. You don't have to stay here with him you know." Yamcha felt jealous of the injured saiya-jin

Bulma sighed. "I know I don't but it's just that I would feel better in myself if I stayed with him."

"Fine! Stay with him then, I don't care. I'm going to get something to eat." stormed Yamcha and he turned on his heel and left the room. He seethed underneath, trying to control his anger and not let her see just how annoyed and jealous he really was. Why should she care what happened to him? After all he did once try to kill them all. He was nothing but an arrogant self centred alien bastard in Yamchas book and the sooner this planet was rid of him the better. He stopped inside the well equipped kitchen, then changing his mind he went and grabbed a jacket and headed into the city to the local hamburger place.

Bulma was aware that Yamcha had left the room but not that he had left the Capsule corp grounds. She turned back towards the bed and the still sleeping form upon it. Scanning all the equipment everything appeared to be running well. The prince was now just sleeping and allowing his body to heal. She smiled softly to herself as she gazed at his sleeping features. This was the first time she had been able to study his face at such close quarters. That well chiselled jaw and red lips that seemed to beg to be kissed, the nose that turned slightly up at the tip and as his eyes were closed the long black lashes brushed over sleeping pale cheeks that carried a tinge of pink. The thick black eyebrows normally forked with concentration lay quiet and serene making the widows peak of hair on his forehead seem more prominent. To Bulma he was the epitomy of masculinity... despite the bruising he was perfection. She shook herself and dragged her thoughts back to his condition. She shouldn't be drooling over the poor man while he was lying there in a deep sleep, his body swathed in bandages.

The next few days passed peacefully enough with Vegeta still unconscious and Yamcha avoiding the infirmary room and concentrating on his training. Yamcha was not happy with the situation as Bulma seemed to spend almost all of her time in the room with Vegeta, caring for him and tending his wounds. It was as if she...... Yamcha closed that thought off immediately. She was just playing the part of the concerned nurse.. that was all, wasn't it? After all the guy had been injured in one of their inventions..... on their property.... It was only natural that they should want to look after him really well. I mean an angry Vegeta wasn't a pleasant sight.... An angry hurt Vegeta was even more frightening. They were just doing their obligatory duty. Yamcha consoled himself with these thoughts as Bulma continued her virgil at Vegetas bedside.

Vegeta opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. There was a soft regular beeping noise to the side of him. His body ached but he seemo beo be comfortable at the moment. He searched his mind for what had happened and the horror of the accident came crashing back down in his mind. He went to sit up and winced as his injured frame protested the movement. Gritting his teeth he managed to pull himself into a sitting position. He was wrapped in bandages with tubes and wires attached to him. He pulled the wires and their sensors from his body and then grasping the IV he tugged it from his vein. Shakily he turned and drew in a sharp breath as he spotted the woman. She was asleep sitting at a desk with her arms and head sprawled over the top of it, her soft blue hair was fanned out around her and gentle snores were coming from her slightly open mouth.

Then it hit him like a thunderbolt. She had been keeping a virgil over him! Frantically he searched his mind. He had been training in the gravity room, trying out a new system with his energy blasts. His mind had begun to wander and thats why he had suffered the accident. He had begun to think of her... of this female and that had compromised his safety and nearly cost him his life. He wasn't sure of the new feelings she evoked in him and with the future of this planet in jeopardy he couldn't afford to have any distractions. Quickly he squashed any emotion that he had allowed himself to feel for her. His mind made up he quietly lowered himself to the floor and carefully moved towards the door. Here he paused and once again looked at her sleeping form, then before he realised what he was doing he moved over to her and brushed his lips across hers stealing one last chaste kiss, then he was gone.

Bulma was having the most glorious dream. Her prince had awoken and was kissing her, drawing her into a deep embrace. She moaned and licked her lips. Gradually she began to surface from Morpheous grasp to find herself slumped across the desk in an empty room. Hang on a minute... where was Vegeta?

She sprang to her feet as she realised that she was all alone in the room. A quick search revealed nothing and noting the wires and dangling IV she could only deduce that he had gotten up and was maybe back in his own room. She hit the intercom button and waited impatiently for her father to answer.

"Yes?" came the response at last.

"Daddy its Bulma here, Vegeta has left the infirmary. Could you please check to see if he is in his room." said Bulma.

"Sure thing honey. I wont be a moment." and Dr Briefs switched the intercom off before heading to Vegetas rooms.

There was a sudden roaring noise from outside and the entire dome shook and vibrated. Bulma jumped and shot across the room to the window. Pulling the blinds open she watched as the spaceship her father had been working on left the ground with a rumble and roar of engines, flattening a rather large expanse of garden in its immediate vicinity.

Bulma stared as the ship lifted off and headed for the clouds. "Vegeta!" she screamed. But no one heard.

It had been six weeks since Vegeta had departed. Where he had gone no one knew. He didn't leave any clue as to his intended whereabouts and had made no attempt to contact anyone on earth. He had in effect simply vanished.

After the first couple of weeks Bulma resigned herself to the fact that he had gone and if or when he was going to return was anybody's guess. Once more her life took on its usual routine.

The only person that seemed happy to see the back of Vegeta was Yamcha. Finally he could train without constantly being compared to the saiya-jin prince. The only problem he had to contend with now was Bulma. She had been very quiet since Vegetas departure and although underneath he knew she had fallen for the arrogant man, part of him refused to recognise that fact and so he continued to live with denial and hope that he could win back Bulmas affections.

Seven weeks after Vegeta's sudden departure Bulma confronted Yamcha.

Sitting outside in the afternoons warm sunshine Yamcha felt ill at ease. Bulma had told him they needed to talk but she didn't state what the topic was going to be. He gnawed absently on his thumb while trying to figure out what Bulma was up to. He didn't have to wait long.

Bulma swallowed nervously as she approached Yamcha. She dug her nails into her palms to keep from shaking. She had to do this, for Yamchas sake. As much as it was going to hurt her she couldn't keep on running from the truth. She gave him a hollow smile as she sat nervously next to him. Clearing her throat she began.

Yamcha sat in stunned silence as she opened up her heart and told him all of her sad sorry story. She made no excuses for herself, just stated the facts simply and honestly. He felt the fire of his love begin to dwindle as he heard how she had been attracted to Vegeta. Thenwas was all but snuffed out when she confessed to having slept with the other man.

Yamcha turned away. He couldn't face her after this revelation. His hands balled into fists, the anger at being betrayed like this burned deep within. Just when he thought she had finished she delivered her final blow.

"Yamcha.... I'm pregnant." she said it calmly and quietly as if announcing she had just baked a cake.

Yamcha choked. "What?!" he said and shook his head as if he hadn't heard right and needed to clear his ears.

She stared at her hands that lay in her lap. "I'm pregnant" she repeated.

Something inside Yamcha snapped. He looked at the blue eyed beauty in front of him and felt the fire go out. His heart broke as he realised that the love he thought was there had mainly been one sided. He did the only thing he could do. He reached forward and gave Bulma a soft gentle kiss, then pulling away he took her hands in his and stared deep into her eyes.

"Bulma...." he was suprised that his voice remained so calm and level considering the torrent of emotion currently running through him. "Bulma... after hearing all that you have had to say I will be honest with you as you have been with me. I am grateful that you trust me enough to tell me of this and I will be honest with you in the fact that I thought we could have had a life together. Obviously I was wrong. You have hurt me but I will heal. Right now I need some time alone. Time to think to come to terms with all of this." He stared into her eyes looking for the recognition there but all he found was sadness and fear.

He stroked her cheek... "I'm sorry it had to end this way."

Bulma felt as if her heart was trying to exit her body through her feet. She couldn't blame him for the reaction. She had only herself to blame for the way things had turned out. "Could we at least remain friends?"

"I don't know Bulma... I wish I could say yes but I really don't know." He got up and turned towards the golden dome. "I will get my things and be gone in the morning ." he said and without a backward glance he was gone.

Bulma watched his figure retreat, noting how the gait lacked its usual spring and jauntiness. Then she turned and walked off in the opposite direction.

******** 7 months later ***********

Bulma sat in the hospital bed, she was exhausted. The labour had been a long twelve hours but it was over now and she had given birth to a healthy baby boy. Tired she relaxed back into the pillows and drifted off to sleep.

A lone figure walked the corridor to the nursery and peered through the window at the small infant that lay wrapped in a blue blanket, a fine down of lavender hair over his head. Yamcha sighed at what could have been his before melting into the shadows.

On a distant planet a figure glowed bright gold as his mind suddenly realised that he had a more personal reason to live and fight for now.......

~ FIN ~
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