Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Pinky swear.
Ayo I know you may not want this new story but I was feeling a bout of inspiration. The House on the Hill is not abandoned! Just on hiatus….for now! We'll see.
What ever happened to the symbolic idea behind marriage? Nowadays, marriage is seen as binding, not willing. Communicating in person was replaced by the idolized technology of the future. There was no need to visit your lover for a chat, when you could simply text them your thoughts.
It was the age of youth and progress and Bulma was caught in the center of it. Between managing her time inventing new or updated gadgets and primping for her boyfriend, Yamcha, Bulma's schedule was overwhelming at best. She could only find enough time to seek refuge in the dead of night in her childhood bedroom. The room had not been touched in quite some time since she moved into a larger space, but it still held the girlish charm of her youth.
More often than not, she fell asleep in her lab or on the couch, midway through a problem or text message. So when she did have time to reflect on her hectic life, Bulma found she wasn't as content as she initially believed. Every time she would think to herself, "I'm going to leave Yamcha and this silly life behind. I don't even like going out. What am I doing? Where am I going? More importantly, will I be the same once I get there?"
Yet, she carried on with her life. Corporation dinners and galas, parties to celebrate Yamcha's latest baseball game, and drawing blueprints to the next BIG sell out were all too engrained in Bulma's everyday life. She wasn't dissatisfied enough to leave it, but there was still an ever present feeling that she had better things to do, more people to meet, more knowledge to obtain and savor.
So on that fateful day when Prince Vegeta dropped from the sky demanding the dragon balls, everything Bulma knew went right out the window.