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Yamcha leaned against the doorframe, keeping his eyes focused on the couple outside. He'd sensed Vegeta's fast movement, but he hadn't been quick enough to stop the Saiyan from leaving the house. He'd barely made it to the entry way of the kitchen when he heard the back door slam shut, so here he was, stuck watching the scene unfold from a distance.
From inside the house, Yamcha watched the two adults argue. A frown marred his face as he felt his heart tighten at the sight. Vegeta made it look so easy to stand up to Bulma's ranting, a feat he knew was almost impossible. Hell, even Goku wasn't completely immune to the woman's screaming and sometimes pleading words.
He knew Bulma could handle herself around Vegeta, but he still didn't trust the man. He didn't understand how his ex-girlfriend could put up the ill-tempered alien so much. He scoffed at his thoughts. Perhaps he shouldn't have given her that pep talk in the kitchen. He blew out a sigh. It wouldn't have mattered in the long run, for he knew just how often the Saiyan Prince and the Capsule Corp heiress ran into each other on a daily basis, and they always seemed to have some form of words to exchange during every passing.
His back straightened suddenly as he saw Vegeta's hand lift to stop her. His own hand was on the door handle before he even had time to think, but he stopped himself from turning the knob as he watched Bulma slap the appendage away. A small smile covered his lips as he watched the woman stand her ground. If he thought Vegeta made it look easy to put up with Bulma, it was certainly true the opposite way as well.
Yamcha watched as she put her hands on her hips, a sign she was gaining the upper hand on whatever they were discussing. A few seconds later, however, he watched as Vegeta's shoulders twitched and the muscles along his back and shoulders rippled and tensed. The action only caused Bulma to smirk and he let out a breath of relief, his hand almost moving off the handle, until he saw Vegeta's hand lift and point over her shoulder towards the ship.
His body moved automatically, wrenching the door open and stepping outside, only to come to a standstill again. He was surprised that he could barely make out their conversation, as neither one was yelling. It was like they were having a normal conversation about the weather, although both bodies were tensed and barely an inch apart. That was until Bulma took a step closer, closing that little gap so their bare flesh met.
Yamcha blinked before his eyes went wide at her statement. Bulma threatening physical harm to Vegeta? He was about to take a step closer until he heard Vegeta's mocking reply. The parallels played out again in Yamcha's mind. The tall warrior knew that if that was himself out there, Vegeta would've already pounded his body into the dirt. Instead the Saiyan only continued to bait the woman in front of him.
The ex-bandit stood his ground, arms crossed, as he continued to watch the exchange. Vegeta once again gained the upper hand as he nudged Bulma back, but then the unexpected happened—Bulma actually went through her threat. Granted it did absolutely nothing and showed just how little she could defend herself if Vegeta happened to physically attack her. Yamcha took another unconscious step forward as he watched Bulma cradle her hand and narrow her eyes.
In the time it took him to blink and decide if he should swoop in, Bulma was looking in his direction. He gave a half smile, now unsure if he should head over to the scene or turn around and go back inside.
"Yamcha, come here!" Bulma called over Vegeta's shoulder.
Said warrior let out a sigh and trekked toward the other two. He wasn't sure what Bulma was up to, but he knew it couldn't be anything good. Upon hear Vegeta give a very derisive snort, he almost turned back around and headed inside; except as he looked forward seeing Bulma's now smiling face, he couldn't exactly slink away like he wanted to when he caught Vegeta's head turning to gaze at him. Yamcha tried to straighten shoulders and look unfazed, but the fact was that even though his 6 foot frame towered over their 5 foot 3 inch frames, he was the one that felt impeccably small.
From inside the house, Yamcha watched the two adults argue. A frown marred his face as he felt his heart tighten at the sight. Vegeta made it look so easy to stand up to Bulma's ranting, a feat he knew was almost impossible. Hell, even Goku wasn't completely immune to the woman's screaming and sometimes pleading words.
He knew Bulma could handle herself around Vegeta, but he still didn't trust the man. He didn't understand how his ex-girlfriend could put up the ill-tempered alien so much. He scoffed at his thoughts. Perhaps he shouldn't have given her that pep talk in the kitchen. He blew out a sigh. It wouldn't have mattered in the long run, for he knew just how often the Saiyan Prince and the Capsule Corp heiress ran into each other on a daily basis, and they always seemed to have some form of words to exchange during every passing.
His back straightened suddenly as he saw Vegeta's hand lift to stop her. His own hand was on the door handle before he even had time to think, but he stopped himself from turning the knob as he watched Bulma slap the appendage away. A small smile covered his lips as he watched the woman stand her ground. If he thought Vegeta made it look easy to put up with Bulma, it was certainly true the opposite way as well.
Yamcha watched as she put her hands on her hips, a sign she was gaining the upper hand on whatever they were discussing. A few seconds later, however, he watched as Vegeta's shoulders twitched and the muscles along his back and shoulders rippled and tensed. The action only caused Bulma to smirk and he let out a breath of relief, his hand almost moving off the handle, until he saw Vegeta's hand lift and point over her shoulder towards the ship.
His body moved automatically, wrenching the door open and stepping outside, only to come to a standstill again. He was surprised that he could barely make out their conversation, as neither one was yelling. It was like they were having a normal conversation about the weather, although both bodies were tensed and barely an inch apart. That was until Bulma took a step closer, closing that little gap so their bare flesh met.
Yamcha blinked before his eyes went wide at her statement. Bulma threatening physical harm to Vegeta? He was about to take a step closer until he heard Vegeta's mocking reply. The parallels played out again in Yamcha's mind. The tall warrior knew that if that was himself out there, Vegeta would've already pounded his body into the dirt. Instead the Saiyan only continued to bait the woman in front of him.
The ex-bandit stood his ground, arms crossed, as he continued to watch the exchange. Vegeta once again gained the upper hand as he nudged Bulma back, but then the unexpected happened—Bulma actually went through her threat. Granted it did absolutely nothing and showed just how little she could defend herself if Vegeta happened to physically attack her. Yamcha took another unconscious step forward as he watched Bulma cradle her hand and narrow her eyes.
In the time it took him to blink and decide if he should swoop in, Bulma was looking in his direction. He gave a half smile, now unsure if he should head over to the scene or turn around and go back inside.
"Yamcha, come here!" Bulma called over Vegeta's shoulder.
Said warrior let out a sigh and trekked toward the other two. He wasn't sure what Bulma was up to, but he knew it couldn't be anything good. Upon hear Vegeta give a very derisive snort, he almost turned back around and headed inside; except as he looked forward seeing Bulma's now smiling face, he couldn't exactly slink away like he wanted to when he caught Vegeta's head turning to gaze at him. Yamcha tried to straighten shoulders and look unfazed, but the fact was that even though his 6 foot frame towered over their 5 foot 3 inch frames, he was the one that felt impeccably small.
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Envy, Vegeta? ^^ I love that last part: "...but the fact was that even though his 6 foot frame towered over their 5 foot 3 inch frames, he was the one that felt impeccably small."