Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. This is my own, made
up little story so don't sue me.
Ok, this is a story that just sorta hit me. It may be a little violent at some parts but oh well, what can you do? This takes place during the three years before the androids show up, so here we go.
Ch 1
He's with Bulma. He's with Bulma. How could this have happened? Yamcha sat at his table in his apartment and tapped his fingers angrily. His blue cat Puar hovered over his shoulder nervously and tried to console her human friend.
It had been about a week since Bulma left him that..that Saiyajin. Yamcha had always planned to marry her, but she left him. She left him for Vegeta. Vegeta!
" Screw her," Yamcha growled. " If she wants to get herself killed..."
His rage was boiling. He wished so hard that he was more powerful than Vegeta. Yamcha could imagine himself beating the crap out of the arrogant bastard. He could picture Vegeta's sneering face bleeding and broken as Yamcha, a super strong human hero, beat him down.
" He comes to this planet and acts like he owns everything," he hissed. "How dare he steal Bulma from me."
Puar placed a soft paw on his head. " It's ok, Yamcha," she purred. " Things like this happen. You can move on without Bulma."
Yamcha slammed his fist on the table and broke the wooden structure in two.
" She didn't have to kick me out though!"
He was blinded with rage. The angry man began to figure out a way to get revenge on Vegeta. He didn't want the saiyajin to die. That was too cold, too heartless. He only wanted to win Bulma back. He needed her, not Vegeta. His mind raced until an idea struck him. He grinned evilly and turned to Puar.
" Let's go find the dragonballs."
......
Vegeta and Bulma were in the kitchen of capsule corp. Bulma rummaged through the refrigerator and put food on the table so her mother could cook dinner. Vegeta stood in the dark doorway with his usual scowl.
" Why can't you fix it for once?" Bulma asked.
"Ha!" Vegeta snarled. " I don't do actual technical electrical maintenance rebuilds. That's a job for lowly servants, so go outside and fix the damn gravity machine."
Bulma turned to glare at him but a small smile appeared instead.
" So I'm nothing but a lowly servant now?" She slowly walked up to him and made small circles on his chest with her finger. " Remember what happened last time I fixed the gravity machine?"
He did. The slow, cold smirk appeared on his face as he tried to keep himself from laughing.
While Bulma had tried to fix the gravity machine one day, it turned on and she was nearly crushed. Vegeta had thought the whole thing was hilarious while Bulma was plastered to the ground and screaming at him to turn the contraption off. He remembered her exact words, too.
' "Vegeta! Get in here and turn off this god damn machine before I kick your royal ass!!'"
Bulma looked up and saw the dorkey grin as he recalled the incident.
"It wasn't funny," she muttered as she rested her head against his blue shirt. "Besides, I'm still making that new armor for you and..Yamcha is coming over."
Vegeta made a dismissive sigh.
" Why is he coming over? He's only making himself angry whenever he sees me. It's funny, but it gets old fast."
Bulma held Vegeta's gloved hands and examined the glossy shine. " Well, he's lonely, and we are still friends. I can't just ignore him," she explained.
Bulma's mother pranced into the kitchen and saw Vegeta and Bulma embraced in each other's arms. The prince quickly felt self- conscience and slid back into the dark front room. Bulma shrugged it off and turned to her blonde mother.
" Oh thank you, Bulma!" She chirped. "I'm sure that Yamcha will just love the dinner. When will he be here?"
Bulma's blue eyes glanced at the microwave clock.
" In about an hour." ......
Yamcha stepped carefully through the snow to the front door of the Capsule Corp home. It wasn't usually this cold around the area but the weather was brisk and freezing. The human's stomach was churning with anxiety and excitement. He went to the door and raised his hand to knock, but paused to glance at Puar. She would get the dragonball radar for him. He smiled slyly and knocked.
Bulma opened the door and she welcomed him in. They gave each other a small hug and sat in the front room with cups of coffee. Yamcha made conversations and kept glancing at Puar secretly. After about a half an hour, he gave a small nod to the blue cat. She turned to Bulma and gave a small smile.
" Excuse me please, I'm afraid I must use the litter box."
Puar flew out of the room and headed upstairs to search for the dragon radar. Meanwhile, Yamcha kept up the conversations with Bulma. He could only hope that Vegeta was not up stairs or in the house even.
After about 20 minutes of more talking, Yamcha began to feel edgy. Where was that damned cat?
'Oh right!' Yamcha thought. 'I have to go up stairs and get it from her.'
He stood up suddenly.
" I have to go to the bathroom."
He left Bulma and rushed up the stairs. She stared with bewilderment and decided to see if dinner was ready.
.....
" What took you so long to get up here?" Puar demanded.
"I forgot," Yamcha replied lamely.
She sighed and tossed him the gray and green radar to him. He smiled and put it in his pocket.
"Let's go eat."
The two friends made their way down stairs and entered the kitchen.
" Got lost?" Bulma asked sarcastically.
Yamcha was about to reply but he set his gaze on the dark figure in the corner of the kitchen.
" Hello..Vegeta," he said coldly.
* Well that's it for the first chapter. What will happen? Will they fight or can the dinner be eaten in peace? Make sure you read the next chapter to find out and send your reviews. I'd love to hear from you!
Ok, this is a story that just sorta hit me. It may be a little violent at some parts but oh well, what can you do? This takes place during the three years before the androids show up, so here we go.
Ch 1
He's with Bulma. He's with Bulma. How could this have happened? Yamcha sat at his table in his apartment and tapped his fingers angrily. His blue cat Puar hovered over his shoulder nervously and tried to console her human friend.
It had been about a week since Bulma left him that..that Saiyajin. Yamcha had always planned to marry her, but she left him. She left him for Vegeta. Vegeta!
" Screw her," Yamcha growled. " If she wants to get herself killed..."
His rage was boiling. He wished so hard that he was more powerful than Vegeta. Yamcha could imagine himself beating the crap out of the arrogant bastard. He could picture Vegeta's sneering face bleeding and broken as Yamcha, a super strong human hero, beat him down.
" He comes to this planet and acts like he owns everything," he hissed. "How dare he steal Bulma from me."
Puar placed a soft paw on his head. " It's ok, Yamcha," she purred. " Things like this happen. You can move on without Bulma."
Yamcha slammed his fist on the table and broke the wooden structure in two.
" She didn't have to kick me out though!"
He was blinded with rage. The angry man began to figure out a way to get revenge on Vegeta. He didn't want the saiyajin to die. That was too cold, too heartless. He only wanted to win Bulma back. He needed her, not Vegeta. His mind raced until an idea struck him. He grinned evilly and turned to Puar.
" Let's go find the dragonballs."
......
Vegeta and Bulma were in the kitchen of capsule corp. Bulma rummaged through the refrigerator and put food on the table so her mother could cook dinner. Vegeta stood in the dark doorway with his usual scowl.
" Why can't you fix it for once?" Bulma asked.
"Ha!" Vegeta snarled. " I don't do actual technical electrical maintenance rebuilds. That's a job for lowly servants, so go outside and fix the damn gravity machine."
Bulma turned to glare at him but a small smile appeared instead.
" So I'm nothing but a lowly servant now?" She slowly walked up to him and made small circles on his chest with her finger. " Remember what happened last time I fixed the gravity machine?"
He did. The slow, cold smirk appeared on his face as he tried to keep himself from laughing.
While Bulma had tried to fix the gravity machine one day, it turned on and she was nearly crushed. Vegeta had thought the whole thing was hilarious while Bulma was plastered to the ground and screaming at him to turn the contraption off. He remembered her exact words, too.
' "Vegeta! Get in here and turn off this god damn machine before I kick your royal ass!!'"
Bulma looked up and saw the dorkey grin as he recalled the incident.
"It wasn't funny," she muttered as she rested her head against his blue shirt. "Besides, I'm still making that new armor for you and..Yamcha is coming over."
Vegeta made a dismissive sigh.
" Why is he coming over? He's only making himself angry whenever he sees me. It's funny, but it gets old fast."
Bulma held Vegeta's gloved hands and examined the glossy shine. " Well, he's lonely, and we are still friends. I can't just ignore him," she explained.
Bulma's mother pranced into the kitchen and saw Vegeta and Bulma embraced in each other's arms. The prince quickly felt self- conscience and slid back into the dark front room. Bulma shrugged it off and turned to her blonde mother.
" Oh thank you, Bulma!" She chirped. "I'm sure that Yamcha will just love the dinner. When will he be here?"
Bulma's blue eyes glanced at the microwave clock.
" In about an hour." ......
Yamcha stepped carefully through the snow to the front door of the Capsule Corp home. It wasn't usually this cold around the area but the weather was brisk and freezing. The human's stomach was churning with anxiety and excitement. He went to the door and raised his hand to knock, but paused to glance at Puar. She would get the dragonball radar for him. He smiled slyly and knocked.
Bulma opened the door and she welcomed him in. They gave each other a small hug and sat in the front room with cups of coffee. Yamcha made conversations and kept glancing at Puar secretly. After about a half an hour, he gave a small nod to the blue cat. She turned to Bulma and gave a small smile.
" Excuse me please, I'm afraid I must use the litter box."
Puar flew out of the room and headed upstairs to search for the dragon radar. Meanwhile, Yamcha kept up the conversations with Bulma. He could only hope that Vegeta was not up stairs or in the house even.
After about 20 minutes of more talking, Yamcha began to feel edgy. Where was that damned cat?
'Oh right!' Yamcha thought. 'I have to go up stairs and get it from her.'
He stood up suddenly.
" I have to go to the bathroom."
He left Bulma and rushed up the stairs. She stared with bewilderment and decided to see if dinner was ready.
.....
" What took you so long to get up here?" Puar demanded.
"I forgot," Yamcha replied lamely.
She sighed and tossed him the gray and green radar to him. He smiled and put it in his pocket.
"Let's go eat."
The two friends made their way down stairs and entered the kitchen.
" Got lost?" Bulma asked sarcastically.
Yamcha was about to reply but he set his gaze on the dark figure in the corner of the kitchen.
" Hello..Vegeta," he said coldly.
* Well that's it for the first chapter. What will happen? Will they fight or can the dinner be eaten in peace? Make sure you read the next chapter to find out and send your reviews. I'd love to hear from you!