Disclaimer: Dont own DBZ

AN: Yep, a redo for the holidays, too busy to do a new one...>. (I'm late, too...)

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sighed, frustrated. Nothing ever went right for him, and he always seemed to cause trouble for everyone else.

He felt something cold and wet hit his nose, then his scarred cheeks, and his clenched fists at his side. Oh, great...It was snowing now, whatelse could go wrong?

Suddenly, The super-market behind him exploded. The blast from the blazing furnace nearly knocked him over, and when he turned to the wreckage, he sawhim emerge.He was Goku, of course. When trouble was there, He was there to help! It made Yamcha sick most of the time.

As Bulma ran up and congradulated Goku, he irritatingly scratched the back of his head, and blushed. He blushed? He was a fifty-year old man!

As Yamcha fumed, Bulma turned around to look at him. Of course, none of her praise and pleasantry was reserved for him, oh no, only her ire.

"I can't believe you did that Yamcha! You 'ought to be ashamed!!"

"I told you...this isn't my fault!!" Yamcha begged, futilely trying to get her to understand.

"I can't believe I ever saw anything in you....You can't even take responsibility for anything....just...just...go AWAY!!And don't come back Yamcha...The world was better before you were born!" Bulma spat, storming past him. She paused, and yelled back. " If it wasn't for you those children would be alive today!!!!"

Yamcha sighed in sorrow and defeat. He hadn't MEANT to do this....any of it....THIS WASN'T HIS FAULT! She knew inothing!/i For all her years of 'learning', and for all her supposed 'brilliance' she was an idiot!

"Well, Merry FRICKEN' Christmas to you, too!" He snapped back, and flew out of the city, landing finally in a small forest clearing. A tiny pond lay in the middle of it, he squatted at the pond's edge, and remembered the day's mistakes. The snow melted to a pouring rain, and quickly soaked him to the bone.

He could still remember it vividly....

Yamcha turned wildly, looking around in a panicked confusion, the smoke was thick and blinding, but he could hear the screams and sobs of children, and could barely see a light in the distance...outside perhaps?

What had he done?...He'd been cooking steak..and...something happened. Oh yeah, Bulma. She had wanted the steak, and was getting impatient, so he tried to show off. Somehow, something went wrong...There was an explosion. Bulma was rescued quickly, but Yamcha wasn't.

He was stumbling through the shop blindly when he saw a boy pinned under a beam. The boy clawed weakly at the ground towards Yamcha, wheezing painfully, a trickle of blood running down his lip. The boy looked at him his eyes half-glazed with death, blood pooled on the floor, obviously a punctured lung. But Yamcha...had to...to get out. Then.....he could look for survivors.

The cries of the children and weeping women whirled madly in his mind. His thoughts came slow and clouded...when they came at all... he was inhaling too much smoke.

He had to escape.

Finally, he stumbled out to the light...to safety.

Bumla greeted him with a slap, and screams, her face was red and puffy from crying, why crying? She blamed it all on him....what? What had he done? It was her fault.

Yamcha shook his head, and slapped the pool angrily. No, itwas his fault...all of it. If not for him...that little boy....all those women who could never hold their babes in their arms again. The children without parents...he knew how painful it was to be an orphen, he'd always been one.

What had he ever contributed to the world? All he ever did was die. That and cause other innocents to die because of him. He was a menace to society, and not even death could change that.

It would have been better if he were never born, then everyone would be happy and alive.

With tears in the corner of his eyes, he screamed, "Dende! I know you can hear me! Please! Make it so that I was never born! I don't want to live anymore...or..or to have lived! Not if it means so many others will never have a chance to live! Do you hear me?! I-DONT-WANNA-LIVE-ANYMORE!"

Dende gasped, and shook his head violently, " I can't believe he said that, Mr.Popo..."

"At least the dragonballs were used already this year, else he might have 'wished' it." His charcoal-black assistant and servant replied

"Oh!" Dende gasped, "That would be terrible! The repercussions..are...unthinkable. But, he seems so sincere. Suppose he gets it into his head to try again...in a year?"

"Hmmm....Perhaps you should show him just how much folly that would be, then." Mr. Popo suggested, bowing, " Your godship."

"Well, If you think it's a good idea..."

"It is entirely up to you, Dende-sama." Popo said calmly.

"Well..." Dende mulled a moment, chewing his lip slightly, before saying, "Alright! It's done!"

"--You hear me! Never born, I say!" Yamcha growled again, when suddenly, Dende appeared infront of him.

"That's a terrible wish! Don't you know what that wish would do?" The little green man scolded

"Yeah! It would fix the world's problems, I'm sure!"

Dende sighed, and looked at him sadly, "So be it, if you so dearly wish it...you got it....You've never been born."

"What?!" Yamcha asked incredulously.

"Go on, go check out the town...It's not like you remember, I'm sure."

Somehow...Yamcha didn't believe him, there was no way that little green squirt could do that..no way!

He was gonna prove it!

"Alright, that's just what I'll do."

Quickly, he flew out of the forest towards 'Orange Star'. where was it....It had to be somewhere. Suddenly he stopped cold, why couldn't he feel his comrads' ki?! Where was the city?!

Suddenly he saw it. But..it couldn't have been the city....it-could-not-be!

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