Bulma picked herself up off the lawn and went inside the house. She had cried until she could cry anymore. She walked through the kitchen and into the dark living room. She laid down on the couch and stared blankly at the wall. Bulma lay there on the sofa for three hours and then the doorbell rang. It was Yamcha. Bulma opened up the door.
"Hey babe. I've missed you." He said looking at Bulma with her head down. But when he looked up he saw that her eyes were all red and puffy. " What's wrong Bulma? You look like you have been crying for days?"
"Oh Yamcha!" Bulma cried as she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply and passionately. Yamcha returned the kiss with just as much passion as Bulma exerted. Bulma pulled her head back but still kept her arms around his neck. They stood there at the door like that for about ten minutes before Yamcha stepped in and kicked the door closed behind him. He brought her over to the couch and laid her down. He straddled her waist and just as he was about to kiss her again she pushed him off of her and stood up.
" This is wrong," Bulma said. " We can't do this." Bulma put her head in her hands. " Why can't we babe? What's wrong. You're still with Vegeta aren't you?" Yamcha asked one knee on the couch. " Yes. No. I don't know. He just left me in one of daddy's spaceships and I don't know if he is coming back or not." Bulma answered him confused.
" Well he's not coming back. He just used you. All he wanted was sex, and that is exactly what he got." Yamcha told her.
" Yamcha?" She asked.
" Yeah babe, what's up?"
" Stay with me. Please?" Bulma asked as Yamcha walked over to her.
" Of course. Of course I will." He answered.
Yamcha took Bulma by the arm and led her up to her room. She got into bed and Yamcha tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead. Bulma fell asleep a couple of minutes later and Yamcha sat down in the chair watching her. Sometime within the hour he fell asleep too. When Yamcha woke up again it was late morning. He stretched and opened his eyes. That's when he noticed Bulma wasn't in the room. Yamcha got up and went downstairs to the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich.
The phone rang and Yamcha picked it up. " Hello! Brief residence may I help you?" Yamcha asked while licking the mustard off of his fingers. " Hey Yamcha it's Bulma!" came the voice from the other line.
" Bulma where have you been? I woke up and you weren't there! I was scared out of my mind!" Yamcha said.
" Yamcha?" asked Bulma." Yeah." Yamcha replied." What are you doing Yamcha?" "Honestly?" Yamcha asked not wanting to reply." Yes honestly" Bulma said exasperatedly. " Um making a sandwich." Yamcha said.
" Seriously, you eat like Vege-" Bulma gasped dropping her shopping bags in the middle of the Satan City Mall food court.
" What's wrong Bulma?" Yamcha asked concerned.
" Vegeta! OMG! He's gone. He really is. I can't believe it. Why did he leave me? It's all your fault!" Bulma screamed. " What do you mean it's all my fault?" Yamcha said halfway through chewing a bite of sandwich, pieces falling out of his mouth. " YOU SAID VEGETA!" Bulma screeched. " No I didn't! You did!" Yamcha said in disbelief. " Oh! So now it's my fault!" Bulma said in tears. " No, I didn't say that." Yamcha said defensively. " Then what did you say!" Bulma asked, crying even harder. " I'M SO COFUSED!" Yamcha screamed. " How do you think I feel? Oh! Now Shopping won't even make me feel better after this!" Bulma sobbed even harder. "Bulma now let's just calm down. Everything will be alright. OK?" Yamcha said in a soothing voice. " Yeah I guess you're right Yamcha. I just have to take a few deep breaths and think rationally. I'm Bulma Briefs. I must stay composed." Bulma said to herself while taking some deep breaths. She picked up her shopping bags from the floor, grabbing ahold of the baby's stroller.
" Look babe, after I finish this sandwich I have to leave alright? I have stuff to do." Yamcha said realizing that Bulma was back to her senses and he could talk to her without getting his head bit off. " OK Yamcha. Oh, and by the way don't call me babe anymore. We aren't together remember." Bulma said rolling her eyes. " Talk to ya later Yamcha!" With that Bulma hung up the phone.
Bulma made her way to her car, putting the baby in the backseat. It was almost dark by the time she was done shopping. Right before she reached her car Bulma got a huge pain in her stomach. " Oh Kami! What the hell. Oh it hurts." She slowly made her way to her car. She put her stuff in the trunk and got in. " Why do I feel this way? Ugh. I threw up this morning too. I must be really sick." Just then her cell rang again and Bulma answered it. " Hello?…. Oh hey mom?… How is your trip?….You're coming back tomorrow? That's great!…..OK cya then!…. Love you too mom. Bye!" She hung up the phone again. Her parents were coming home tomorrow. That was just what Bulma needed.
Bulma got back home around nine. She went into the kitchen and got out a pint of ice cream and made herself comfortable on the couch. She turned on the television and watched the news. It was getting late and she had to go to work the next day so Bulma turned off the television and went upstairs to bed. She put the baby down in it's crib and closed the door.
When she got to her room Bulma decided that she was too tried to change. She just took off her shoes and flopped into bed. Before Bulma closed her eyes she looked around. The whole room reminded her of Vegeta for some reason. Bulma sighed, closed her eyes, and readied herself for another endless night where her dreams would be full of Vegeta.