Love?






Gomen nasai, for writing a Bulma and Vegeta story again, but those two are my absolute favorite characters from DB.


And how the two came together is probably the topic that inspires most people to write fanfics. So now comes my second version:








"Oh! Finally done!" Bulma called and stretched. Then she checked her watch and turned off her PC. "Hui! Already 10:00 pm! That took a long time! But finally I'm done!" she said and went into the kitchen. She pulled a few things out of the refrigerator and then made her way to her room. Once there, she lay down on her coach and turned on the television.


"Let's see what's so great!" she did and switched the programs through.


She didn't find anything special so she went to watch a talk show. Usually Bulma hated talk shows, but this one seemed to interest her. The topic was: "I'm still solo, what should I do?"People all added their mustard, but Bulma made up her own mind.


Arguments came up like: "Anyone who is solo is stupid!" or "When you're solo, you're not pretty enough!"




"Hmm that nonsense!" said Bulma. "But I'm not solo! I have my Yamcha!" she looked next to her at the bedside table and examined the photo of Yamcha and her. She was happy. After a while she fell asleep. What she dreamed was terrible: Yamcha had another girlfriend and was having fun with her! Bulma had a very restless sleep. She tossed and turned in bed.


Then she woke up and looked at the clock: 7 o'clock.


"Phew! It was just a dream!" she said to herself. "But he was so real!" she thought and looked sadly at her bed.


She got up and went to the phone. Then she carefully keyed in Yamcha’s number and waited. It rang once. Bulma had to swallow. She was really excited and a bead of sweat ran down her forehead.

The phone rang a second time.


"Yes? This is Yamcha."




Bulma waited, she said nothing. Suddenly she heard a voice in the background: "What is it? Who is that Yamcha?" asked a female voice.




"Hm I don't know. Hello? Who's there?" asked Yamcha.




"So yes!" Bulma shouted into the phone. “You have another one!” Bulma came to tears.




"No! Bulma, it's not what it sounds like! Understand! It's a misunderstanding!" said Yamcha excitedly.




"What is there because mis to understand? Huh? You have a new one and that's probably as clear as day! I hate you, I hate you Yamcha! It's over!" Bulma shouted into the receiver and hung up. Then she ran to her room, lay down on her bed and started crying.


"Why? Why only? What did I do wrong?" she asked herself and the tears run down her face.


She had to think about the talk show. "Great!So I'm stupid and not pretty, yes? "She asked herself.


"Hach! Talk shows are stupid anyway!" she sobbed.


She cried herself to sleep again. This time she dreamed nothing. She was so exhausted from all the crying that she slept until noon. When she woke up, she quickly changed into her work clothes and went into the kitchen. She had a coffee and then went to her work laboratory. There she fiddled around with different things.


Suddenly the doorbell rang. Once ... Bulma didn't hear.


Twice ... "Hach! Who is that again?" Bulma said annoyed and took a towel to wipe her hands off the oil. Then she went to the door.


She opened it and was startled.




"What do you want here?" shouted Bulma.




"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." said Yamcha.




"You can put that anywhere else!" said Bulma in an annoyed voice. "That's it? Or do you want something else?" she asked, but still irritated.



"That's actually it." said Yamcha embarrassed.




"Great! Then you can go to your girlfriend now and make her happy, right?" said Bulma and slammed the door in Yamcha’s nose.




She stomped down the corridors of the Capsule Corporation and raged around.




"Really! First make out with other women and then come and beg and say it was nothing! That Yamcha! I hate him, I really hate him! He's so disgusting! What cruel and mean!"


Bulma's eyes came to tears with anger. She turned to the side and stamped her foot against a door without realizing which it was. She took her fists and pounded the door frantically.


Suddenly the door opened, but Bulma didn't stop beating and kicking it.






Vegeta dodged the blows skillfully and was visibly shocked. After 2 minutes, Bulma still hadn't stopped.Vegeta grabbed her wrists and pushed Bulma against the wall across from the gravity room. Only now did she open her eyes again, but her tears blocked her sight.




"What is that supposed to mean? Why are you hitting my beloved gravitational space like a mad fury? Can you tell me that?" said Vegeta in a slightly angry voice.




"That's my business and now let go of me, you're hurting me!" said Bulma.


Vegeta let loose a little and Bulma freed one hand and wiped the tears from her eyes with it.


Vegeta had to grin. "So if you want to train or use the gravity room, all you have to do is say it and not crack down on it like mad."


Bulma looked at him with big eyes and the tears came back.




"Why are you crying again now?" Vegeta asked, grinding his teeth.




"You don't care at all!" said Bulma. She unleashed herself from Vegeta's grasp and then ran to her room.She took off her work clothes and changed into normal clothes.


Then she switched on her PC again and tried to concentrate. But it did not work. She just couldn't concentrate. She thought about Yamcha the whole time. "How come I can't get this baka out of my head?" Bulma wondered. "I quit myself and I didn't give him a second chance either. It's all my fault!" Bulma said to himself and started crying again.


So the afternoon passed and it became evening. Bulma was sitting in front of the television again and this time was watching a movie. That made her think differently.


When the film was over there was a knock on the door. Bulma wondered. "Hm? Who can that be? Mum and Dad aren't here, are they?" She went to the door and opened it.




"But what are you doing here?" asked Bulma, wondering.




"I wanted to ask where there are still towels here? I can't find any. The ones in the bathroom are still wet." said a sweaty Vegeta.



"Go ahead and I'll bring you some." said Bulma. She was astonished. Vegeta had never knocked on her door before. She got out of her thoughts and went into the closet to get towels.


Then she went to the bathroom to bring Vegeta the towels.


She walked down the corridors of the Capsule Corporation until she got to the bathroom. She stopped at the door. She had to swallow and then put her hand on the door handle. She paused for a while, but then decided to open up. She slowly turned the handle and then stepped into the room. She looked up and saw Vegeta standing in front of her completely bared. "Ah!" Bulma shouted, covering her face with her hands.


"Exc ... excuse me! I didn't mean to. I didn't know that ..." She didn't get any further, because Vegeta came up to us and said: "Well finally! I thought I can wait here forever!" He took the towel from Bulma's arm and wrapped it around his waist.Bulma carefully removed her hands from her eyes and ran into her room as fast as she could.


"Hmm! Women!" made Vegeta, turned off the bathroom light and made his way comfortably to his room. Once in his room, he ruffled his hair and then put on his boxer shorts. He tossed the towel in the corner and lay down on his bed.


Vegeta closed his eyes. It was a calming mood. The whole house seemed to be asleep.






A few minutes passed and Vegeta would have fallen asleep if this terrible noise hadn't woken him up.


Next to his room, there was Bulmas, he heard objects flying against the wall. An angry woman's voice cursed and nagged. All words, as Vegeta loved them, but when he thought of who those curses came from, he looked serious. He got up from his bed and went out into the hallway. Once there, he slowly opened Bulma's door.He looked into the room and saw Bulma throwing one object at a time against the wall.






"I hate you! You are such a stupid, perverted no-good! Why did I get involved with you at all? I should have known right away, but I was so naive! Baka! Baka I hate you!" Bulma cursed her tears running from her eyes. Then she took the picture where she and Yamcha were depicted. She looked at it and paused.






"What now?" Vegeta wondered and looked amazed. He had smiled the whole time because he liked this angry Bulma. But now he put on a questioning expression.


"Come on! Throw this stupid picture against the wall! Or is there something special on it?" Vegeta wondered.






Bulma continued to look spellbound at the picture and noticed how 2 drops of water fell on the picture. She raised her arm where the picture was and tossed it against the wall.


The picture frame shattered into innumerable pieces and Bulma dropped to the floor.She sobbed.


She sat there and just cried. Suddenly something grabbed her shoulder. One hand! Bulma was frightened.


"What do you want here?" she asked.




"I was wondering why you were demolishing your whole room here. And because I had just fell asleep, I wanted to ask if you could stop slowly? You can't take it!" said Vegeta with an angry expression.




Bulma turned around to him and then shouted: "If you don't like it, just go somewhere else! You