-PART SIX-

 

 

Bulma sat behind her desk in her office in the Capsule Corporation's location downtown.  She was pretty depressed over what happened three weeks ago when Vegeta and her had their heated argument.  She sat there, slumped over, twirling a pen between her fingers.  She looked down at her stationary, knowing she had to think up a good speech for her meeting in New York, but the only words she could write was:  Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta...

 

"Miss Briefs?"  Diane's voice sounded across the intercom.  It made Bulma jump. 

 

"Yes, Diane."  Bulma sighed.

 

"Yamcha is here to see you."  Oh, no.  She was not in the mood to see Yamcha; she didn't even have the energy to move from behind her desk all day. 

 

"Send him in."  Bulma quickly shredded the paper with Vegeta's name on it; she sat straight up and put a smile on her face.  Yamcha waked in.

 

"Hey babe!"  Yamcha said with his arms extended for a hug.  Bulma hesitated for a moment, and then she stood and walked over to embrace him.  As they hugged, Yamcha tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away.  "What's wrong?"  He asked in confusion.

 

"Nothing, Yamcha," Bulma sat down on the couch.  "So, what did you come all the way down here for?  Business or pleasure?"

 

"I don't know..." Yamcha said sitting closely down beside her.  "Business with you has always been a pleasure."  He leaned forward to kiss her, and she pushed him away again.  He gave her a frustrated look. 

 

"Yamcha, I'm really busy today.  I have a speech to prepare for my trip next Friday."  

 

"So is that the reason you won't kiss me, huh?"

 

"Yamcha..."

 

"Or even touch me these last couple of weeks?"  Yamcha said, hands waving in the air.  "What the hell is wrong with you?" 

 

"We are NOT going to do this here, Yamcha.  Not on my job."

 

"YOU OWN THE COMPANY!"  He yelled.  "You can do what you damn well please."

 

"Well, that may be true but I'd like to keep whatever's left of my private life PRIVATE, got it?"  Yamcha knelt down to Bulma, his eyes showing much concern.

 

"Weeks ago...I was happy.  You were happy.  WE were happy.  What happened?"

 

"What's makes you think I'm not happy?"  Bulma looked away, wondering if he could see the guilt and unhappiness in her eyes.  Yamcha took her hand and she looked at him.

 

"If you could just tell me what's eating you, maybe I can help." 

 

Bulma stared at Yamcha.  He was at least trying.  But she couldn't tell him about what happened; it didn't matter now.  That same day that she and Vegeta had their confrontation he packed his belongings and left.  She didn't even know where he went.  She couldn't tell Yamcha that she missed another man, especially if it was Vegeta.  She forced a smile on her face as she rubbed his hand. 

 

"I appreciate what you're trying to do," Bulma started.  "But I need to do this on my own.  I need some time to think things over."

 

"Think things over about what?" He asked.   She gave no answer.  "And what about New York?  Can I still go with you?"

 

"I-I need to go to New York alone, Yamcha."  Yamcha frowned.  He let go of her hand and stood, turning his back to her.  There was a moment of silence. 

 

"This means we're breaking up," He said quietly.

 

"This means we need time apart," Bulma said standing.  She walked around to face Yamcha.  He had a look of disappointment in his eyes.  "You will give me that, won't you Yamcha?"   He looked into her blue eyes, nodded reluctantly and bowed his head in defeat.  "Thank you, Yamcha."  She kissed his forehead lightly and they embraced.  Yamcha walked to the office door and turned around to look at her once more.

 

"Don't keep me waiting forever."  Yamcha said with a painful smile.  He walked out. 

 

What am I doing?  Bulma thought.  She just broke up with the only man she loved, and she also was torn with feelings for Vegeta, who also left.  Walking back to her desk, she started to cry overwhelmingly.  Not knowing what else to do, she buzzed Diane on the intercom.

 

"Yes, Miss Briefs?"  Diane said.

 

"Can you get Chichi on the phone please?"

 

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Goku and Vegeta spent most of their morning training deep within the forest.  Goku was surprised that Vegeta wanted a training partner now, but he could tell how he showed up at his house weeks ago that something was wrong.  After a long mock fight to test their skills, the Saiyans sat down under a tree to take a break. 

 

"You're not concentrating today, Vegeta."  Goku commented. 

 

"What do you know, Kakarott?"  Vegeta scoffed.  "It's not like you're at your best today, either."

 

"Well, I'm a little worried with Chichi and the new baby on the way, she's due any day now."

 

"Humph! You and your whinny brats!"  Vegeta stood up, looking into the morning sky.  Goku sensed that Vegeta had something on his mind. 

 

"What you thinking about, Vegeta?"

 

"Killing you."

 

"Other than that."  Goku stood up and walked up to the Saiyan Prince.  "You seem to be in a funk or something."  Vegeta didn't reply.  "You miss training in the gravity room?"  Assuming that Goku was suggesting he missed anything remotely relating to Bulma made Vegeta glare at Goku with disgust.

 

"Hardly.  Now will you please leave me alone?"  He snapped.

 

"Alright, alright!"  Goku said, waving his hands.  He sat back down.  He watched Vegeta with his back turned to him, staring into the sky, like he was waiting for something to fall out of it. 

 

"What do you know about earth women?"  Vegeta asked, never looking at Goku.  Goku's face lit up.  He knew it had something to do with a female, and one in particular. 

 

"Well," Goku sighed, laying his head back on the tree.  "They're pretty, they smell good...but I only really know four females personally."  Vegeta gave him a shocking look.  "I mean, as friends."

 

"Who?"  Vegeta said sitting down. 

 

"Well, there's my wife, and we're more than friends, of course.  There's Launch, and Mrs. Briefs and-" He stopped.

 

"Who else?" 

 

"Bulma."  Goku hesitantly said.  "Do you know I met her when I was a kid?"

 

"I am asking about females, Kakarott."                 

 

"But-she's a female, Vegeta."

 

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HER!"  Vegeta yelled.

 

"You asked me what females I knew, and I'm telling you.  I can't help it if she's one of them."  Vegeta rubbed his head, realizing that Goku was right. 

 

"Well?  Get on with your blasted story!" Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms and turning away.  Goku smiled.  He knew that Vegeta badly wanted to talk about Bulma; it would take a little more persuasion to draw him out. 

 

"Well...when I first met her, I honestly thought she was a witch."

 

Ha!  I knew it!  Thought Vegeta.  That's why I feel the way I do about her, because she's placed a spell on me!

 

"But it was the technology she had with her that gave me that impression.  You know, the dino-caps?"

 

Vegeta let out an exasperating sigh.  "Why must you bother me with your torpid stories?"

 

“Well, is there a female you like, why you're asking about females?"  Goku finally asked, trying to remove the grin on his face.  Vegeta didn't answer.  He tried another approach. 

 

"When I first met my wife, I didn't like her.  She pulled on my tail, she knocked me off the nimbus...and to make matters worse, her father had her and I betrothed! "  Vegeta looked at Goku with a puzzled look on his face. 

 

 

"Betrothed?"  Vegeta asked, like it was some hideous act.

 

"Yeah, that means I HAD to marry her when I got older.  To be quite honest, I thought marriage was something you ate!"  Goku laughed at his silly notion.  Then he stopped, looking up at the sky, closing his eyes.  "But when I married her, I was made the luckiest man alive.  I regret nothing."  He looked over at Vegeta.  His lips were moving but no words came out.  Goku knew he was about to spill it.  He leaned forward.

 

"I-I like a female," Vegeta stammered.

 

"Oh, yeah?"  Goku said quietly.  Vegeta turned around and looked at Goku.  He narrowed his eyes. 

 

"If I tell you, promise me you won't tell anyone.  Not even your mate!" 

 

"I promise Vegeta.  Who is it?"

 

Vegeta started to sweat, and he jumped up and stared pacing.  This is hard for him, Goku thought.  He stopped and looked at Goku again.

 

"Promise?"

 

"Yes.  I promise." 

 

"I'll kill you Kakarott if anyone else finds this out!" 

 

"Okay!  Okay!"

 

Vegeta inhaled deeply, knowing when he said the name there was no looking back. 

 

"Bulma."  He let out a deep sigh after saying it.  It felt like a ton of bricks being lifted off his shoulders after finally confessing to someone about her.  It was so unusual, because he called her name all that time they made love, but it was impossible for him to say her name since.  Especially since he was so accustomed to calling her 'woman'.  He looked over at Goku, who was smiling.  Goku stood and walked over to Vegeta. 

 

"Man!  This is good news!"  Goku said smacking Vegeta on his back. 

 

"Don't mock me, Kakarott."  Vegeta growled.

 

"I'm not; I just think that it's great that you like her!" Vegeta sat down on the grass.  Goku could sense that Vegeta was still a bit troubled.  "Why are you so upset?"

 

"I don't like this feeling that I have about her," Vegeta frankly said.  "Why should I care that she's soft, and beautiful..." He glanced at Goku, who quickly removed his smile.  "She's just a weak, pathetic earth female that bitches and complains!" 

 

"Now I'm confused," Goku said sitting down next to Vegeta. "I thought you said you said like her."

 

"I do!"

 

"But you're talking like you hate her now."

 

"Do you see what I mean?"  Vegeta said in his frustration.  "She has gotten me so mixed up I can't think straight!  Are you sure she's not a witch? 

 

"Oh-no!"  Goku laughed.  Vegeta grew quiet, looking down at the ground. 

 

"I should kill her for making me feel this way."  Vegeta said in a lowered tone.  They both knew he didn't mean what he said. 

 

"So...what do you plan on doing with this new revelation?"  Goku asked.  Vegeta said nothing.  "Is this why you left the corporation?" 

 

"No," Vegeta answered. "I left because she slapped me." 

 

"Whoa!  When did she do that?"

 

"Right after we slept together."  

 

Goku's mouth flew wide open.  He was bound to hear an earful today.

 

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Bulma had her face in her hands.  She looked up at Chichi, who was lying down on the couch in her office.  Chichi was rubbing her pregnant stomach and had her eyes on the ceiling.  She was shaking her head slowly. 

 

"Is there anything else?" Chichi asked.

 

"Should there be?"  Bulma said, sliding back into her chair.  There was a long pause.  "I messed up, didn't I?"

 

"I really don't know which is worse," Chichi said shaking her head again.  "You sleeping with Vegeta or you breaking up with Yamcha."

 

"I know." Bulma whined, laying her head down on her desk. 

 

"You know, I could say 'I told you so', but I don't think that would help."  She looked at Bulma, who had now sat up, her head still in her hands.  "You deserved to slap him." 

 

"But I didn't mean to, Chichi!" 

 

"That doesn't matter.  If he wants to disrespect you by making his careless comments, then he should expect to be smacked."

 

"He left weeks ago...I don't even know where he is."

 

"Humph! I know."  Bulma lifted her head up.

 

"Where?"  She asked.

 

"The bastard is staying at my house!"  Bulma went over to the couch and kneeled down to Chichi. 

 

"How has he been acting?" 

 

"The same, like you...but instead he's blowing up trees and small animals."  Bulma sat down on the floor next to the couch. 

 

"What am I going to do?"

 

"Maybe you need to think things over, dear."

 

"If I think anymore about this my head is bound to explode."  Bulma sighed. 

 

"Well," Chichi said pulling herself up.  "Why don't you leave for your business trip early?"  Bulma looked up at Chichi.

 

"Why?"

 

"Because it's a way to get you at least half way around the world away from this, and it could get your mind off things so you can sort things out."

 

Bulma thought about this.  Maybe Chichi was right.  Being in her office was driving her crazy and being at home only reminded her of Vegeta.  Maybe she did need to get away, for a while.

 

"I think that's a perfect idea Chichi!"  Bulma said, standing up.  "I'm going home to pack now!"

 

Chichi was pleased she made this decision.  She stood and gave Bulma a hug.  "You be sure to call or write," Chichi said, brushing the hair away from her face.  "You know when you come back I will have already had the baby." 

 

"Oh yeah, I forgot."  Bulma said, lightly touching ChiChi's stomach.  I'm sorry I made you come all the way down here..."

 

"It's no problem.  I could hear the urgency in your voice, and for some reason I knew it had something to do with Vegeta.  And I sure didn't want you showing up there if he was there.  You just take care."  Chichi gave her another hug and headed for the door. 

 

"You sure you need a ride?"  Bulma asked.

"No, my Dad's downstairs waiting for me, thanks.  Bye now."

 

"Bye."  Chichi left.  Bulma really wanted to leave now, but she didn't want to leave things so sour between her and Vegeta.  Pulling out her stationary again, she started to write.  She stopped only for a moment to call Diane. 

 

"Diane, call the airport and have my flight ready to leave for New York tonight."

 

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"Be sure to eat it all, Gohan," Chichi said sitting down at the dinner table.  "Or no dessert." 

 

"Aw! But Mom..." Gohan whined. 

 

"Mind your Mom, son."  Goku said, winking his eye at him.  Gohan smiled.  Goku looked at the empty chair at the table. 

 

"Where's Vegeta, Dad?"  Gohan asked.

 

"He's asleep." Goku looked at the clock.  It was only 6:30 in the evening.  Goku looked over at his wife, who just shook her head.

 

"Why does he sleep all the time?"  Gohan asked.

 

"Gohan, mind your business," Chichi snapped.  "Eat your dinner."

 

There was a knock at the door.  Goku got up to answer it, and there stood a short older woman wearing glasses and a business suit. 

 

"Yes, can I help you?"  Goku asked the woman.

 

"Are you Son Goku?"  The lady asked.

 

"Yes.  I am." 

 

"Miss Briefs asked me to deliver this letter to either you or your wife," The woman was Diane, Bulma's secretary.  She handed Goku an envelope.  "And she asked that you give it to Vegeta."  Goku took the envelope, and looked over at Chichi, who was now walking towards the door.

 

"Thank you so much Diane." Chichi snatched the envelope out of Goku's hand.

 

"You're welcome ma'am.  Good evening."  Diane turned and walked away.  Goku closed the door, looking at Chichi holding the note.  He wanted to say something, but he promised Vegeta that he wouldn't tell anything.  Chichi looked at the envelope and then at Goku.

 

"What?"  She finally asked.

 

"Are you going to give that to Vegeta?"  Goku asked.

 

Well, he's asleep now, maybe I'll hold on to it until morning."  Goku gave her a distrustful look.

 

"Chichi, why don't you just slip it under his door, that way when he gets up, it'll be there."  Goku suggested.  Chichi looked down at the note, and back at her husband again, who was now smiling.  "It's none of your business, remember?" 

 

"Fine!" Chichi said walking over to the spare bedroom door, which was now occupied by Vegeta.  "I'll put the stupid note under the stupid door Goku.  Are you happy?"  She slipped it under the door and looked at Goku.

 

"Very," Goku said, walking over and giving her a peck on the cheek.  "Now let's sit down and finish our dinner."

 

Vegeta was hardly asleep when he saw the note slip under his door.  He got up and picked up the note.  Upon opening it, he smelt the sweet fragrance of jasmine-it was from Bulma!  He slowly backed his self to the bed and sat down on its edge and slowly read the letter.

 

Dear Vegeta,

I'm sure once you realize who this the letter is from, you'll probably throw it away.  Or burn it nonetheless.  But you have every right to.  It was wrong for me to slap you; but it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to hurt my feelings.  You must understand that  I did not anticipate that call from Yamcha.  He put me on the spot and I felt backed into a corner with him, and with us.  I don't even know if  'we' are an 'us'.  But all I know is that I'm miserable with out you, I can't stop thinking about you, and I miss you extremely.  What happened between us happened so fast and unexpectedly, that I was totally swept away.  It did more than move mountains, it moved me.

 

By the time you finished reading this letter, I will have already left for New York City.  I am leaving early for the company's takeover over there.  By the time I get back (and this is not an ultimatum) in about a week and a half...if you're still there, at Goku's', I understand.  But if you're back at home, waiting for me, I promise to tell Yamcha all.  Please, give me another chance to let me back into your arms again. 

                                                                                                -B

 

Vegeta looked up from the note.  He quickly put his clothes on, carefully placed the note under his tight shirt, and ran out of his bedroom. His outburst made everyone at the dinner table freeze and stare at him.

 

"Hey Vegeta," Goku said smiling.  "You're awake!"

 

"Kakarott," Vegeta said with his fits clenched tightly. "Where is this 'New York City'?" 

 

"Well, gee, I think it's somewhere in America.  I 'm not sure."

 

"I know!" Gohan said happily.

 

"Well, tell me where it is, brat!"  Vegeta ordered.  Gohan got up from the table and went into his room, and he returned with a large book.  He flipped it opened and after going through some pages he came across this page with the seven continents.  Vegeta looked on eagerly.

 

"Here we are," Gohan pointed on the map, showing Japan.  "And New York City is...here."  He pointed at the United States, in a very small spot off one of its coasts. 

 

"That's really far away!"  Goku said, peeking at the textbook.

 

"Woman!" Vegeta addressed Chichi, who hopped when he spoke to her.  "Do you know exactly where she is?"

 

"Where who is?" Gohan asked.

 

"Mind your business Gohan."  Goku said.  Chichi hesitated at first, but hen she noticed the desperation in Vegeta's eyes.

 

"I'll get the address."  Chichi said getting up from the table and going into the kitchen.  Goku looked at Vegeta.  He was literally torn to pieces.  He paced the floor and he was mumbling to himself.

 

"Do you need money for your flight?  And what about a passport?"  Goku asked.

 

"A flight?"  Vegeta scoffed.  "You won't catch me in one of those things.  I am flying there myself." 

 

"But it's too far, you'll never make it!"

 

"Kakarott, I don't care, I must see her-NOW!" Vegeta ripped the pages of the map of the United States out of the book and stuffed it inside his shirt.  Chichi came back with the address on a piece of paper, that Vegeta snatched out of her hand.  He ran out of the house, and with a tremendous blast leaving a huge indentation on the ground, he was in the air-set for the United States...for New York City...for Bulma.

 

"Humph!" Chichi said crossing her arms.  "And he didn't even say 'thank you'!"

 

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