bAnd Then There Was Yamcha /b
POAS
iIn the beginning there was Yamcha but Vegeta somehow weaseled his way into his first love's heart. Yamcha is the only holder to the key for Bulma heart and he willingly hands it to Vegeta for one purpose: to make his love, love again. A fiction dedicated to the human who was viewed as a cheating bastard. That human is brought into a whole new light by a weird author who doesn't like the cliché Yamcha bashing. This is his story. /i
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iCan't Have, Can't Hold /i
The brutal wind picked up it's pace as a lone warrior walked through the lonely desert, the sand peeling his skin off revealing the tender flesh underneath. Still he pushed his body to his human limits, his skin raw from being newly exposed. Angry welts shouted their pain to his all-knowing brain, his open wounds howled against the pressure from the winds, his legs ached from walking days on end, his feet were numb from walking so long, and still he pressed on. That elusive blue haired beauty just inches from his grasp yet still miles away. That beauty was . . .
"Bulma," came the soft whisper from the slightly sleeping warrior.
The blue haired goddess next to him smiled a sweet smile, a friendly smile of loving and care. Long had they parted ways, their relationship under the constant watch of one hostile Prince of the Buttheads. Yamcha had never cheated on the woman he had loved so dearly, oh no, he did the next worst thing: he left her at the mercy of a certain prowling Saiyan. Bulma had even developed feelings for the misbegotten Saiyan warrior; oh well, at least it wasn't Krillin. He opened his eyes to that beauty hovering over him, and smile spread upon her rosy lips. He had longed for those lips to touch his so long ago, but now, after a year of time to think, it was best that he move on . . . for both their sakes. Whatever bitter feelings that had been in the relationship had yet to be worked out but they were few and far between, rendering them unmentionable until the proper time came.
Bulma placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as his eyes adjusted to the light. A sudden squeal of happiness shattered the silence in the room and a giant blue fur ball landed on his face, claws digging into the side of his face.
"YAMCHA OH I MISSED YOU!!!" the fuzzy cat squealed at an abnormally high pitch.
"Eehhlufyoufoofar," came the muffled cries of the warrior.
With a bright grin, the flying cat took a seat on Bulma's shoulder as the human woman sat back down.
"Don't spar with Vegeta again," she teased lightly.
"I wasn't sparring," he argued softly.
A delicate blue eyebrow quirked upward.
"I was being a "Kakarot Bag"," he mock pouted.
They both burst into a fit full of giggles upon the realization that it was quite true; Vegeta was just too obsessed with becoming a Super Saiyan since that boy from the future Goku had called "Trunks" a few times had visited and told them about the androids. Yamcha, on the other hand, had no new powers he could reach in time to be as strong as a Saiyan let alone a super Saiyan, but still the human tried to be something he was back, a voice in the back of his head telling him if that he was more like Vegeta, Bulma would come back. Nevertheless, deep, deep down in that clouded human mind of his he knew it wasn't true, he knew he couldn't have her. He would never hold her in his arms again after they made sweet monkey love under the stars, never again would he kiss those lips so passionately, never again would she bitch in his ear. Kami was GOOD!
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AN: Kinda abrupt I know, tell me what'cha think and if I should continue.
POAS
iIn the beginning there was Yamcha but Vegeta somehow weaseled his way into his first love's heart. Yamcha is the only holder to the key for Bulma heart and he willingly hands it to Vegeta for one purpose: to make his love, love again. A fiction dedicated to the human who was viewed as a cheating bastard. That human is brought into a whole new light by a weird author who doesn't like the cliché Yamcha bashing. This is his story. /i
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iCan't Have, Can't Hold /i
The brutal wind picked up it's pace as a lone warrior walked through the lonely desert, the sand peeling his skin off revealing the tender flesh underneath. Still he pushed his body to his human limits, his skin raw from being newly exposed. Angry welts shouted their pain to his all-knowing brain, his open wounds howled against the pressure from the winds, his legs ached from walking days on end, his feet were numb from walking so long, and still he pressed on. That elusive blue haired beauty just inches from his grasp yet still miles away. That beauty was . . .
"Bulma," came the soft whisper from the slightly sleeping warrior.
The blue haired goddess next to him smiled a sweet smile, a friendly smile of loving and care. Long had they parted ways, their relationship under the constant watch of one hostile Prince of the Buttheads. Yamcha had never cheated on the woman he had loved so dearly, oh no, he did the next worst thing: he left her at the mercy of a certain prowling Saiyan. Bulma had even developed feelings for the misbegotten Saiyan warrior; oh well, at least it wasn't Krillin. He opened his eyes to that beauty hovering over him, and smile spread upon her rosy lips. He had longed for those lips to touch his so long ago, but now, after a year of time to think, it was best that he move on . . . for both their sakes. Whatever bitter feelings that had been in the relationship had yet to be worked out but they were few and far between, rendering them unmentionable until the proper time came.
Bulma placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as his eyes adjusted to the light. A sudden squeal of happiness shattered the silence in the room and a giant blue fur ball landed on his face, claws digging into the side of his face.
"YAMCHA OH I MISSED YOU!!!" the fuzzy cat squealed at an abnormally high pitch.
"Eehhlufyoufoofar," came the muffled cries of the warrior.
With a bright grin, the flying cat took a seat on Bulma's shoulder as the human woman sat back down.
"Don't spar with Vegeta again," she teased lightly.
"I wasn't sparring," he argued softly.
A delicate blue eyebrow quirked upward.
"I was being a "Kakarot Bag"," he mock pouted.
They both burst into a fit full of giggles upon the realization that it was quite true; Vegeta was just too obsessed with becoming a Super Saiyan since that boy from the future Goku had called "Trunks" a few times had visited and told them about the androids. Yamcha, on the other hand, had no new powers he could reach in time to be as strong as a Saiyan let alone a super Saiyan, but still the human tried to be something he was back, a voice in the back of his head telling him if that he was more like Vegeta, Bulma would come back. Nevertheless, deep, deep down in that clouded human mind of his he knew it wasn't true, he knew he couldn't have her. He would never hold her in his arms again after they made sweet monkey love under the stars, never again would he kiss those lips so passionately, never again would she bitch in his ear. Kami was GOOD!
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AN: Kinda abrupt I know, tell me what'cha think and if I should continue.