"Look, babe, you KNOW I love you! Why do I need to take time out of my
training, not to mention asking everyone else to take time out of their
training , to humor you while you run around in a white dress? I mean, you
technically shouldn't even wear white." Yamcha added the last bit with a
wink at Buruma hoping that it would take the tenseness out of the
situation. It had nothing to do with training or white dresses. On this
misreable day where the rain was clattering off the roof at Capsule Corp,
the wedding that Buruma suggested was her way of asking if he was ready to
spend his life with her...and her alone. And Yamchas reaction was his
answer...
"Well EXCUSE me for realizing that there is more to life than Wolf Fang Fist!" Buruma roared, completely furious at Yamchas brush off of her proposal. At that moment there was a flash of lightening that shone around Buruma as she pushed back her chair from the kitchen table and stood up. She was shaking with rage and Yamcha decided it was time to end the conversation.
"Come here my little Turquise Temptress...why dont we just calm down and wait until the Androids are finished and destroyed before we make any long term plans." Yamcha spun her around, had his hands on her waist, and his chin on her head before she even had time to protest. Buruma opened her trademark mouth wide, preparing to blast Yamcha with a piece of her mind. She gave up,sighed, looked out the kitchen sliding doors to the tremendous downpour outside, and closed her senses to the stench of another perfume that was coming off of Yamcha.
"I hate that nickname..." Buruma began, raising her eyes to try and see Yamcha
"Well I don't like it when you use my nickname" Yamcha countered.
"What nickname" Buruma twisted her neck to look up at Yamcha who glanced down at her before looking out the window.
"You know...I'm your Bad Boy Bandit"
Buruma gave out a little shout of laughter before pulling away and looking Yamcha in the eye. " Nani!? I have NEVER, in all my years of knowing you, have called you that baka name!"
Yamcha gave a little chuckle. "I know, I'm just teasing." But the once warm room seemed to grow cold as these people realized they were lying to themselves and to each other.
"Well EXCUSE me for realizing that there is more to life than Wolf Fang Fist!" Buruma roared, completely furious at Yamchas brush off of her proposal. At that moment there was a flash of lightening that shone around Buruma as she pushed back her chair from the kitchen table and stood up. She was shaking with rage and Yamcha decided it was time to end the conversation.
"Come here my little Turquise Temptress...why dont we just calm down and wait until the Androids are finished and destroyed before we make any long term plans." Yamcha spun her around, had his hands on her waist, and his chin on her head before she even had time to protest. Buruma opened her trademark mouth wide, preparing to blast Yamcha with a piece of her mind. She gave up,sighed, looked out the kitchen sliding doors to the tremendous downpour outside, and closed her senses to the stench of another perfume that was coming off of Yamcha.
"I hate that nickname..." Buruma began, raising her eyes to try and see Yamcha
"Well I don't like it when you use my nickname" Yamcha countered.
"What nickname" Buruma twisted her neck to look up at Yamcha who glanced down at her before looking out the window.
"You know...I'm your Bad Boy Bandit"
Buruma gave out a little shout of laughter before pulling away and looking Yamcha in the eye. " Nani!? I have NEVER, in all my years of knowing you, have called you that baka name!"
Yamcha gave a little chuckle. "I know, I'm just teasing." But the once warm room seemed to grow cold as these people realized they were lying to themselves and to each other.