Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters

Hey everyone. Thanks to everyone who voted on my poll. I have decided that I will do two stories from it: 1 for YYH and 1 for DBZ and go with the winner for each topic and then start the other two next month. Obviously the winner for the DBZ is this one, Hide Your Voice. I hope you enjoy it.

This is kind of like Phantom of the Opera with a twist because I just always have to add some kind of strange twist to everything XD

"Please, Bulma. I really need someone to fill in for me tonight. My boss and I already don't get along and he said if I can't find a replacement he'll fire me."

Bulma sighed as one of her neighbors went on and on about possibly losing her job. Things had been kind of peaceful for the Z Warriors lately and she really didn't have anything better to do.

"Alright, I'll do it. What's the name of the bar?" Bulma asked.

"Shadow Souls," the girl replied. "It's on Thirteenth Street. Thanks, Bulma. I owe you."

Bulma hung up the phone when Vegeta walked in. "Woman, the GR is malfunctioning again." She sighed before breaking into a laugh, irritating Vegeta greatly. "Why the hell are you laughing? You do realize that Trunks has been training with me in that machine, right?"

Bulma stopped laughing before glaring at him. "When did I say you could train him in there?"

Vegeta smirked. He could sense another argument about to start. "I don't take orders from anyone, woman, especially when it comes to training my son."

"Um, hello, I'm his mother," Bulma stated. "Anyway, I don't have time for this or your 'machine' tonight. I'm going out."

Vegeta glared at her. "With who?"

Bulma smiled. Even though she and Vegeta weren't officially together, he always seemed to get jealous when she said she was "going out," especially if it was with any of the other Z Warriors, namely Yamcha.

"Calm down," Bulma teased. "I'm not going out 'with' anyone. I'm filling in for my friend's shift at a bar. She's a singer there and she couldn't make it tonight. I'm just doing her a favor."

Vegeta would have retorted with an insult, but he was bothered by the fact that she was going to sing at a bar surrounded by drunken men. "I'm going with you," he growled.

"Vegeta," Bulma sighed. "I'll be fine. You don't have to come with me. I doubt you'd like that scene."

"What scene?" Bulma and Vegeta turned to see Yamcha standing in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing here, weakling," Vegeta snapped. "Here for another beating?"

"Pfft, whatever Vegeta," Yamcha scoffed. "I'm just here to return a cookbook to Mrs. Briefs, not that it's any of your business." He turned to Bulma. "So what are you talking about?"

"My friend asked me to fill in for her as a singer at the bar, Shadow Souls, for tonight. I was just telling Vegeta and he doesn't want me going alone. But it's not like I need protecting, right?"

"Actually, B, I agree with him," Yamcha admitted. "You shouldn't really be going to that place alone. There's always some shady character hanging around there."

"See, even the weakling has some sense in this matter," Vegeta said smirking.

"That's it, Vegeta, you wanna go?" Yamcha shouted.

Vegeta's smirk never faltered. "That depends. I'm not sure I want to get blood on my new boots. The woman worked so very hard in recreating the material."

"Alright, boys, stop acting like a bunch of testosterone controlled meatheads. If you're both SO insistent on me not going alone then why don't you BOTH come with me tonight, that is if you can go for five, scratch that, two seconds without biting each other's heads off."

Yamcha crossed his arms and pouted. "Fine."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and went to get changed. "Whatever," he said before leaving the room.

Bulma put her hand to her forehead and shook her head at how immature her ex and possibly current boyfriend were acting.

"Hey, mommy," Trunks said coming into the living room. "I got to train with daddy today before the GR started smoking." He looked over to Yamcha. "Mama, what's the 'weakling' doing here," he asked innocently repeated his dad's nickname for the guy.

Yamcha glared over at the boy and then at Bulma who sighed. "Trunks, that's not his name. His name is Yamcha."

"Oh, but daddy told me that's his name."

Bulma fought hard not to laugh when she heard Vegeta laughing from upstairs. He was such a bad influence.

A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean...can anyone tell my feelings towards Yamcha at all XD Anyway, I just couldn't resist putting in a scene where Yamucha and Vegeta get into some kind of argument and act like children. By the way, I will be taking song requests for the chapters.