Title: What If
Author: Raine Hannigan
Rating: Lemon
Short Summary: Yamcha reflects on his life with Bulma
Disclaimer: If I owned DB/DBZ/DBGT I'd be one rich bitch, but I'm not. ::sniffle::

Alrighty, let's get this straight: I don't own DB/DBZ/DB-GT and it would be VERY foolish to think that I did. When
I thought of this fanfic, I was listening to a song called "What If" by Babyface. Good song. It made me think of all
the fanfics about Bulma's break-up with Yamcha and when she got with Vegeta. I kinda got tired of all these Bulma
x Vegeta fics. Hey! Don't get me wrong, they're my FAVORITE couple, but come on people, how many "How
Vegeta and Bulma got together" fanfics do we need?! And it made me think, I haven't really seen any of them
based on Yamcha's POV. It's always Yamcha - jerk, Bulma - unnapreciated girl, Vegeta - gorgeous saiiyan that
takes her away. I prefer fanfics between the two AFTER they've gotten together. Anyway, lemme end my ranting
and start the fic before you guys flame me or something.

"What If"

It was another regular night for him. He turned to the side to glance at the brunette he had picked up at the
Club Neon the other day. They had gone at it for hours and now she was out cold and naked in his bed. He had
long ago grown used to the night life. And as long as he was a famous baseball player, and a cute one at that, the
chicks would always want to get in his pants. Of course, he remembered what it was like before this...

The baseball games
The wins
The losses
The dates
The break-ups
The make ups
His death
His training under King Kai (kaiousama i think is what they call him in JP version)
Being restored

He fell in the water when he was wished back. Heck, it wasn't the first place he'd want to land in after being
wished back, but it was all worth it when he saw that look in her eyes when she saw him. He'd never seen her so
happy. After Goku's dissapearance, they'd readjusted back to normal life. If you wanna call it normal. Those few
days with Marron were kinda hectic. ESPECIALLY if Bulma was around. Bulma didn't like her too much. She sorta
looked like Bulma too, except she was a few bannanas short of a bunch.

~~~~

He loved the way she moaned and screamed when he touched her. He kissed her neck as his hands roamed her
naked body. Both of them were drenched in sweat and it never occured to either of them that the bed wouldn't be
able to support them for too long. She gasped as he entered her. Thrusting in and out and in and out.

Touching
Kissing
Moaning
Screaming
Thrusting
Scratching
Clutching
Gasping
Orgasms
Creaking
Shaking
Thrusting
Harder
Faster
Sweating
Screaming
Climax

The two collapsed on the bed. He rolled over and then there was black. The next morning, he got up to go
shower. He wanted to get back home. A 'friend' had called, hoping to see him again.
"Ding dong" the bell went and Yamcha walked over to his door to open it. At the entrance stood one fine piece
of work. Some double D blonde he had met at a club a few nights back. This was two days after his 'get-together'
with Bulma. They had gotten into another argument. "Nice to see you again Yamcha baby. Your girl isn't around,
is she?" she asked as she entered, her high heels clicking against his tiled floor. He closed the door,"Nope. She's
at some meeting." One day when Bulma had forced him to go shopping with her, they came across the blonde
bombshell who got all touchy-feely and hugged him, asking him how he'd been. Needless to say, Bulma was
pissed. Yamcha sighed and sat on the couch. The blonde took off her long black jacket and placed it on the coat
hangar to reveal a leather miniskirt and a matching bikini top. Yamcha's eyes widened as she strutted up to him.
"Like my new outfit?" she asked with her hands on her hips. "Oh yes," he said as she proceeded to unzip his
pants. She soon stripped him of his draws and then began to torture his 'member' with her mouth. Oh the things
she could do with it. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, making her take in more of him and thus increasing his
pleasure. He bit his lower lip. And she was really good at it and never complained. Of course, why would she care?
Unlike Bulma who had dignity. She only did it if she felt which wasn't often. He finally climaxed and came in her
hair when she tried to pull away. She smirked and proceeded to straddle him. They went on..

~~~

Things changed when 'he' came back. They were enjoying a nice, peaceful lunch prepared by Mrs. Briefs when
the capsule landed. The door opened and that arrogant bastard stepped out. He had been unsuccessful in finding
"Kakarrot". Instead of staying behind him, like he warned, Bulma walked past Yamcha and up to the saiiyan prince
and led him to the bathroom so he could wash up.
"You're letting him live here?!! Bulma have you lost your MIND?!" Yamcha yelled. Luckily, Vegeta was still
showering while they were having this conversation. "Oh relax Yamcha. It's not like he hasn't before. Besides, he'll
need a place to sleep and train," Bulma. "Need I remind you that this is the same guy that killed me and the guys.
AND forced you, Krillin and Gohan to board that capsule and head off to another planet?!" Yamcha asked, getting
hysterical. "Calm down Yamcha! This is my house! And anyway, Vegeta might be a killer, but he knows that he's a
guest in this house," Bulma said. Yamcha wanted to say something more, but when she gave him that look, he
forgot it.

The dates
The arguments
The cancelled dates
The routine visits from 'friends'
Running into 'him'
The break up
The final one

"I can't believe you Yamcha!" Bulma screamed as she threw his clothes in his face. After another session of
passionate love-making, Yamcha had turned over and nestled into the sheets to sleep. But he forgot about a
discarded letter in his pants and Bulma had spotted it. He had been to a strip club the other night and one of the
lap dancers had given him her number and wanted to have dinner with him. She quickly threw him out. "But wait
babe, let me explain!" he said. "There's nothing to explain! Even after you told me I was your 'one and only', and
you said that there was no one but me, you're still messing around behind my back!" Bulma yelled. In the shadows
of the unlit house, Vegeta was watching the whole scene. It was amazing how he ALWAYS showed up when they
argued in the house. Maybe saiiyans like to watch fights as much as participating in them. And boy did they fight.


~~~

Their final break-up happened right after that mysterious purple-haired boy arrived with his disasterous news.
Yamcha had spent so much time training that he hadn't even thought of Bulma. The day he was supposed to meet
up with the gang at South City, he wanted to see how Bulma and Vegeta were doing before heading off. Mrs.
Briefs had offered him lunch and had left him for a moment to bring him some of her tasty pastries. Yamcha was
anxious to see Bulma again and went searching for her. And when he found her, he was shocked at what he saw.
He had heard her humming some tune in one of the nearby rooms. The door was opened slightly and the room
was filled with all kinds of things you'd decorate a nursery with. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and
dropped down to her feet and hugged her frame. It's long sleeves grew ruffled at the wrists and collar. And in the
back was blue bow. She looked beautiful. But there was something in her arms. A BABY?! A baby boy was
nestled in her arms, kicking his legs softly and cooed as he stared into her eyes adoringly. His eyes were blue like
his mother's, but his hair was purple. And he wore this strange black cap with two little pointy things on the top
that resembled devil horns. Bulma suddenly turned around. "Yamcha?" she asked in surprise. He had also noticed
that she had gotten rid of that afro of hers and cut her hair even shorter. It was a nice look for her. "H-Hey Bulma,
what's goin' on?" he asked as he stepped inside. "You look, different," he managed to say. "Thank you. I guess,"
she noticed him eyeing the baby. "Oh, you haven't met my son, have you?" she asked. "Your s-s-son?" he asked
with nervousness. "Yeah. This is Trunks," she said. He had lost her forever. "Who-Who's the father?" Yamcha
asked, not sure if he was ready to learn who. "Vegeta," she said bluntly before giving the baby a pacifier and
grabbing a bag full of baby items and heading for the door. "VEGETA?!!" he asked in utter and complete shock.
"Knock it off Yamcha! You'll scare the baby!" she said, readjusting Trunks' postion in her other arm and the bag in
another. He couldn't believe it. He had lost her to the last person he ever expected her to end up with. As far as he
was concerned, he thought she couldn't stand him. He remembered walking in on their arguments over his sloppy
manners and her constant complaining. Then again, the two had alot in common. They were both bossy and had
short tempers and- What was he thinking? Bulma was his and now she belonged to
his-royal-pain-in-the-highness. Speaking of which, where was he?
She wanted to come along with him on the trip to South City. Apparently, she wanted to see what the androids
looked like before she would head back home where it was safe. She had told him that she wanted to keep the
baby's identity a secret until the others came so that she could surprise them.

~~~

The brunette got her clothes back on and kissed him on the cheek before leaving. Yamcha sighed and closed
the door before collapsing on the couch. It would be like this for a long time. He sorta wished that he had tried
harder to win her back, but it was too late now.
The Briefs were holding another picnic of theirs and all the Z senshi were invited. Yamcha arrived late and
spotted Bulma with the now 8-year-old Trunks talking to some friends. She looked so happy. Her son would be
really powerful too. He knew he'd have to get over her. His pride would never allow him to admit to her openly that
he still wanted her. He swallowed his nervousness and walked up to her and hugged her. "Hey Bulma, how's it
goin'?" he asked casually. "Oh, hi Yamcha! Everything's great. Vegeta hasn't killed anyone," Bulma said. Yamcha
slightly chuckled. "It's great to see you again. Just get yourself a plate of food and join in on the fun," Bulma said
before heading off to tend to some other guests. Yamcha stood his ground and watched as she walked off. "Yeah,
it's great to see you again too," he thought.

~~~~
I ran into a friend of yours the other day
And I asked her how ya been
She said,"My girl is fine. She bought a house. Got a job, a real good man."
I told her I was glad for you, "that's wonderful
But does she ever ask 'bout me?"
She said,"She's happy with her life right now. Let her go, let her be."
And I told myself I would, but something in my heart just would not let you go
I just wanna know..

What if we were wrong about each other
What if you were really made for me
What if we were 'sposed to be together
Would that not mean anything?
What if that was 'sposed to be
My house
That you
Go home to
Everyday
How can you be sure that things are better?
If you can't be sure your heart beats still here with me?
Still wanting me

Your friend asked me if there was someone special in my life that I was seein'
I told her there was "no one in particular
There's just I, myself and me"
I told her that I dream of you quite often
She just cut her eyes at me
She said you got a home, you're very happy, "so just stop your meddling"
I told her that I won't
I said that things were cool, but I guess I was wrong
I still can't move on

What if we were wrong about each other
What if you were really made for me?
What if we were 'sposed to be together?
Would that not mean anything?
What if that was 'sposed to be
My house
That you
Go home to
Everyday
How can you be sure that things are better?
If you can't be sure your heart beats still here with me?
Still wanting me

Now that could be my car
That could be my house
That could be my baby boy that you're nursing
That could be the trash, that I always take out
That could be the chair that I love to chill in
That could be my food on the table at the end of the day
Hugs and the kisses all the love we'd make
What the hell do you expect me to say?
What if it's really 'sposed to be this way?
What if you're really 'sposed to be with me?

What if we were wrong about each other
What if you were really made for me?
What if we were 'sposed to be together?
Would that not mean anything?
What if that was 'sposed to be
My house
That you
Go home to
Everyday
How can you be sure that things are better?
If you can't be sure your heart beats still here with me?
Still wanting me
(Repeat 1x)

THE END