How Vegeta and I got together - Bulma's Diary

Part 10

April 30th

Sooo, yesterday I said I'd tell you how it went; sneaking into Vegete's room.
well.. things worked out a little.. different.. than I'd expected.

So it was around half past 12 when I'd written everything about the 28th  and 29th, and it took me a while to get enough courage to get out of bed and go over to the next room.
It was pretty chilly in my black nightgown as I walked in the dark hallway, and it was so quiet that I could almost hear my own heartbeat.

I stood in front of Vegeta's room for a while, just listening through the door, hesitant to enter.
What was I afraid of? Why didn't I dare to open that door and just see what would happen next..

It was then that I heard the sound of someone landing in our backyard.
Listening intensely, I took a few steps away from Vegeta's door.
Could that be Yamcha who had landed in our garden? –I wondered
My presumptions were only strengthened when I heard a knock on the door.
My mom was already asleep, so I ran downstairs to open the door.

I was almost downstairs when I realised that I was only wearing my sexy black nightgown.
It wasn't that revealing or something, but it still felt a little too ...much?.. to open the door in only that..
But since I was already down here .. I didn't feel like running upstairs to get my bathrobe, so I shrugged my uneasiness off and opened the door.
Out of the darkness came the longhaired man with familiar scars in his face.
His eyes were wide with shock as he saw that it was me who had opened the door.

"Bulma?!" Yamcha gasped "I was looking all over for you!"
"Hi, yeah, we tried to contact you and tell you that I'd returned, but since you don't have a cellphone or anything.." I muttered a little ashamed that the poor boy had been searching for me even though I'd been home for some hours..
"Oh.. it's okay now.. I'm glad you're home.. " Yamcha looked at me with a pained expression. "... your cheekbone looks very painful.. it hurts just looking at it" said Yamcha, and he stepped towards me and carefully placed his hand on my good cheek as he looked intensely at the hurt one.
His gentle gesture caught me by surprise, so it took me a second before I reacted.
I took a step back so I was out of his reach, and shook my head.
"It doesn't hurt much".
Yamcha looked a little disappointed by my reaction to his touch, but it disappeared as soon as he noticed the bruises on my arms, and the bandaged wrist.
"That bastard! Where is he!? I'll make him pay for that!!" he growled as he took threatening steps towards me, as if Vegeta were hiding behind my back.
"No! It is no big deal, I don't want you two to fight over that! It's all okay now Yam!"
"No big deal!?" Yamcha's voice was growing louder.
"NO BIG DEAL?! He HURT you! He hit you in the face! How can you say that it is no big deal!?!! IT IS!" He had a confused look on his face. "I had to carry you after he'd hit you! And he made you cry! I will never forget that hurt look on your face!!" Yelled Yamcha loud.
"But it's all okay now Yamch! I have already forgiven Vegeta!"
"WHAT?! You forgave him!?? Are you out of your mind!? He hit you on purpose, he abused you!!' Yamcha was astonished.
 "Yam, keep it down please.. There are people trying to sleep"
"What? "People"? your dad isn't home! Do you mean by that that Vegeta is sleeping here?
Under the same roof as you!? AFTER WHAT HE HAS DONE TO YOU?!"

Yamcha wanted to pass me, but I placed my good hand on his chest to stop him.
"Yamcha, it is late, just go home alright?"
"Hell no! He really is here, isn't he!?" Stated Yamcha accusingly "Why are you defending him Bulma, for kami's-sake, he could've killed you!"
"Please, Yam, listen to me, it is all okay now! I know you are mad, but this isn't the time to be discussing that matter". Yamcha tried to pass me, but I kept getting in his way by putting my body in front of him.
Yamcha grabbed my hand, gently but firm, and took it off his chest as his eyes gazed over my nightgown.
"What happened between you two? Why do you keep defending him? Normally you'd tell me to kill him, you always hated him! Always complaining about him being a rude bastard."
"Yeah, I know, but things have changed Yam!"
Yamcha's eyes shot fire as he took one step back.
"What has changed, Bulma? Tell me!"
What was I suppose to say?
"Well, we have talked, and it is all good now!"
Yamcha raised one eyebrow, and snorted "yeah right, tell me; did he apologise to you?"
I wanted to say yes, but in reality, Vegeta hadn't said much.. Even though I could tell that he had felt regret, I doubted that it was good enough for Yamcha..
"...Not really..." I admitted hesitant as I lowered my gaze.
"Thought so! He's an asshole who only cares about himself Bulma! Arrrggg just look at you! You are bruised all over! I'm going to kill him!" He almost shove me aside but I quickly grabbed his arm.
"Yamcha, stop! I  don't want you two to fight!". Yamcha frowned angry at me.
"No, Bulma! Stop protecting that guy! Why are you defending him like this?! There is something else, isn't there? Don't lie to me, I can tell! Did he threaten you!? Is that it!?"
"Noo noo he didn't, just calm down! Let's have this conversation tomorrow!!" I begged. I was tired, I didn't want this drama.
Yamcha grunted his teeth "Oh no Bulma, I will not go home! Not while that bastard sleeps under the same roof as you! I will not allow that!"
"Oh..? And what are you gonna do about it?" – a sudden voice behind me spoke.
Yamcha swooped me aside while he furiously hissed "Vegeta...!!!".