Love or Lust

Chapter Nine

Vegeta was lying upon the sofa, and was feeling mightily unwell. He couldn't believe his body had failed him. The sweat was beading down his forehead as though he had been training in immense levels of gravity and yet he had not moved from the comfortable leather in what seemed hours.

His tummy was still making strange noises, the prince could almost feel his internal organs crushing together and giving up, after the constant violent vomiting.

"I'm pathetic…" he muttered weakly as he pulled a large cushion up and slapped it over his aching head as though to block out the dim light from the television.

He had no idea where the woman was, or what she was doing and he really didn't care at this point.

The lounge began to move, although he had his eyes covered; it felt as though the Saiyan was on a ship rocking in deep space. His ears were aching, his jaws were crying out, and his back, legs and arms all felt numb and useless.

This was no food poisoning, the prince had certainly contracted something and it wasn't very nice.

Bulma blinked back the tears, she had just begun to trust again, and then the only man in her life had gone and ripped her heart out.

It was an agonising feeling of loneliness as Bulma shot up the highway as fast as her car would go, the lights on the dashboard were flashing wildly and the illumination in the road was blurred with the speed.

"How could you do this to me…" Bulma said aloud to the empty car as she quickly indicated and overtook a slow moving heavy goods lorry.

The road was darkening ahead as the highway was ending, and the darkness of the rural countryside began to claim both her and the car. Behind the heiress the lights of the faraway town were flickering like tiny stars, and ahead was nothing but dark eeriness.

Somehow it felt better to be off the main road, the dark woodlands and small winding roads seemed to feel more relaxing as Bulma gripped the leather steering wheel and focussed on the bends ahead.

These roads were dangerous in daylight hours, during the darkness of the night they would be considered treacherous by most drivers.

As Bulma came up to a very sharp bend, she quickly pressed the brake and aggressively turned the steering wheel narrowly avoiding the tall sharp pointed pine trees on the opposite side of the road.

The road was hardly big enough for one car, the further that Bulma pressed on the smaller the roads seemed to become. This was an area that she wasn't familiar with; normally she would either fly in her plane or stick to the fast roads.

The heiress had never been one to drive slowly, especially when she was feeling as miserable as at the present time.

In her eyes she believed she was driving at a safe enough speed, she was an experienced driver with an expensive fast car, although it would not weather a collision very well it certainly did have good brakes and reasonable control.

Yamcha kept appearing through her thoughts as she slowed down when noticing a strange wooden sign, the heiress began to imagine why he would have ran out on her like that; that was the sort of thing he would have done when they had just met and were kids… before he gained his confidence around other girls… before everything started to go pear-shaped.

The tears were falling uncontrollably as Bulma removed one hand from the leather wheel and began wiping them vigorously. It really hurt.

Going to Namek, buying him cars, letting him stay at her place… everything had been worthless.

The girl could have him if she really wanted. Yamcha was now in the trashcan, along with the dead flowers he had bought her, and the chocolates that her mother had eaten.

"How could you do this to me…" Bulma said aloud, as she finally gave up driving and pulled her sports car into the dusty pull-in at the side of the dark road.

Ripping out a tissue she had stored in the glove pocket, Bulma proceeded to cry and let her heart out. This was far enough away from civilisation, her heart pounded, and her breathing increased as she sobbed into the tissue and leaned on the steering wheel for support.

The moonlight was beaming down upon the tall shaded figure as he looked across the lake, and finally realised what he had done.

The realisation hit in that Bulma was sitting in the restaurant waiting for him, and all this time he had been sorting things out with the girl he had left behind when he died. After seeing her disappear from the door with another guy, he had wanted answers.

As hurtful as it had been, Yamcha now felt really stupid. Bulma had risked her life to save his perfect ass, and now he had left her alone on a romantic date, so he could find out about some cheap girl he had banged before being killed. A girl which was now incidentally married to a Spanish dude. – A Spanish dude which Yamcha had played baseball with for years.

Looking down to his reflection in the lake, Yamcha smiled deviously and checked himself out. All the training he had done with King Kai really seemed to have done wonders to his body, he looked even better than before the fight; it was no wonder Bulma had fallen head over heels in love with him.

Pulling his hand up to touch the old scar on his cheek, Yamcha couldn't help but begin to think about his girlfriend. Sighing loudly he felt in his pocket for his cell phone… this was going to take some explaining to do…

Disclaimer: I am very sorry this has been another short chapter, but i do promise the next one will be back to a normal length!

Thank you for all of your support so far during this story, Please do check out some of my one shots i have been working on including "Ice Cream Kisses" - Its my disclaimer. I am allowed to plug my stories *giggles*

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