AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a VERY short blurb I got into tonight. DONT ASK WHY! I am perfectly aware that I owe you a chapter for 3 stories!! If wanted, I will add to this one also ,(just so you can hate me more for being so slow). I've just been in a "Classic Bulma-fic" mood lately. Tell me what you think ne?

** - indicates things that have been said, she's repeating them in her head.


Reflections
By Torasuki
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She took a moment to breathe deeply. The cool air filled her lungs and the feeling seemed to spread over her whole body. Finally opening her eyes once again, she slowly stooped and sat against the large rock behind her. Her hair whipped around her face in protest, making her even more glad she'd recently decided to keep it at her shoulders.

**"I don't get it...It's like you changed into a totally different person!"**

Hard, dark eyes had stared into her own as those words had been said to her. He was hurt, which was something she'd only half expected.

**"Maybe I have Yamcha. Maybe I've changed. But even if I hadn't, you would have. This wasn't meant to be strung out for so long."**

Bulma let her eyes drift to the dry ground beside her. She'd been so curt, almost cliche with the way she'd told him. The classic breakup.... "I've changed..." "It's not you.. it's me" "We just weren't meant to be". She almost snorted.

Her eyes softened as if admiring the ground's beauty as she thought. It was all true. Bulma remembered every time they'd been together. If a girl walked by, he'd look quicker than a reflex. If she was pretty, he'd say something, or even just keep staring silently.

Of course she couldn't blame him. That was Yamcha's nature. When he thought that the relationship was going downhill, he'd focus on her totally, giving her all of his love and attention. But the cycle never stopped. Once he felt secure, he'd revert directly back to flirting, and doing kami-knew-what while they weren't together.

She didn't blame him. Bulma had never once given him an indication of how it made her feel. Sure, she hit him, or glared, but she curtly blew it off and put on her clueless face. Deep down, she didn't feel right about it. He said she was beautiful, but then why should he need to look at other women?

**"But I LOVE you Bulma!"**

In the end it had hurt too much. The trip to Namek had changed her. She'd been on her own for so long, experiencing things she'd never experienced. One day it was hell because her legs just felt so icky when they got hairy; and the next she thought she'd never see earth again.

After that, Bulma decided that she didn't really want Yamcha as a boyfriend. She knew she needed someone, but Yamcha could never be that someone. If it took her the rest of her life, she'd find that person, but for now she had to be honest with herself, and her loved ones.

Her blue gaze flicked to the sky once again as the blue faded to a light purple. The wind picked up slightly, rustling her hair and raising tiny bumps on her arms and legs.

It was about time to go home.