Disclaimer: I don’t own Vegeta and Bulma! I’m just a poor teenage girl who doesn’t have any money!
Author’s Note: I know what you’re thinking! I hate fics where Bulma get all depressed about Yamcha breaking up with her too, but I really needed that situation to get my fic started off. Please just read it before you judge it!
Just One Night “Where are those stupid tissues!” Bulma demanded from her small purse. She felt another wave of tears coming on and she refused to let anyone see her in this state. She just knew that stupid, arrogant, hardheaded Saiyan Prince would just pounce on an opportunity to remark on her puffy, red eyes and pale face.
Her anger soon turned to rage, “How could Yamcha do this to me?” She slammed her fist into the dashboard of her air car. “I gave him everything and all he did was take!” Blood rushed to her face, and she soon felt it turn red, “If it weren’t for me, he’d still be in the desert terrified of anything with a vagina!”
She could no longer hold back the flood tears and let them freely slide down her cheeks and form a puddle on her knees. Her entire body began to ache, especially her chest. She could feel her heart become as heavy as a rock. All she could manage to whisper the same thing over and over again as she held her knees to her chin.
“He didn’t even give a reason.”
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Her eyes quickly flickered open as she slowly came to remember what she was doing sleeping in her car in the driveway of her home. She didn’t grow enraged or depressed; she just felt pain.
Heading into her home, Bulma felt numb to everything around her. All she could feel was the pain growing inside her. It started in her chest, but soon spread to her entire body. With each step she took, the more intense the pain grew. “So this is what it’s like to have a truly broken heart” she pondered, “There’s got to be way to put an end to this! A way to end the suffering! There’s got to be something I can do to forget about Yamcha!”
Bulma’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden burst of light filling the dark hallway. Steam billowed through the doorway as Vegeta stepped out wrapped in a towel. She stood frozen for a moment watching the water glisten off his muscular form.
“What’s wrong with you, Wo--?” Before Vegeta could finish his sentence, Bulma’s mouth was on his.
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Chapter 1