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Can't Resist
"Just shut up! You're nothing but an incompetent, male, chauvinist pig. Now get out off my property and out of my life." Bulma Brief said quietly, glaring at Yamcha. They were standing in the front hallway of the Brief family home (ok, mansion). Three days ago, Bulma had caught Yamcha, her boyfriend off and on since her early teens, with yet another woman. This one had been tall, thin, and a brunette. She'd also been intelligent enough to realize Bulma and Yamcha's relationship. The woman, Cecile, had promptly stood up from the restaurant table where Bulma had spotted them and gathered her purse and jacket. Yamcha, already standing, had protested and turned to Cecile, making apologetic gestures, clearly flustered. Showing more energy then any of Yamcha's pervious infidelities, she'd promptly punched him in his stomach and hit him in the head with her purse. Cecile had then apologized to an amazed Bulma, told her there was a brick in her purse, and marched out of the restaurant.
Surprisingly, she'd packed a pretty good punch, leaving Yamcha slightly winded and with a rising bump on the side of his head. True, it had been gone in a few hours since Yamcha was, after all, a Z fighter, but Bulma still vaguely liked Cecile for her spunk. None of the other girls had ever apologized to her. And there were plenty of other girls, Bulma was ashamed to admit. There had been Trina, Betti, Sami, Royse, and Shairon in the last few years. So Cecile was the newest cause of their breakup. Oh, when they did separate Bulma thad had several boyfriends, but none of them interested her beyond a few dates, she'd been too stuck on that jerk, Yamcha.
Still, Yamcha wasn't all bad, that was the whole reason she'd tolerated his affairs. When they'd been younger he'd saved her life a few times and before he discovered he was attractive to not just her but all women, he'd been very sweet. Sure he'd done things that made her mad, but in retrospect, he hadn't done them on purpose and he had been interested in only her.
So what had happened? The only person who still felt and acted the same towards Yamcha was Puar, who was just as adoring as ever. IN fact, Bulma had the idea Puar didn't like her very much. Oh well. Bulma still wasn't immune to Yamcha, so wasting time thinking about her past wasn't going to keep her angry enough to be done with him romantically forever.
"You don't really mean it, do you, Bulma?" Yamcha asked. panic stricken as the implications of what Bulma had just said dawned on him. What scared him most was the cold, emotionless way she'd told him to get out of her life. "Can't I at least come over and talk sometime?" he pleaded.
"Not now Yamcha." Bulma said, her voice still cold and calm. She stepped around him and opened the front door.
"Come on Bulma! Please give me another chance." he asked, voice rising in near panic, but remaining civil and stepping out the front door and on to the front steps. He turned back to face her. "We've been through too much together." "You're right. I'll call you when I'm ready to talk to you." Bulma said quietly.
Yamcha's clouded expression cleared and lit his handsome features.
At the Bulma lost her command over her emotions and yelled at him in fury, "I WON'T CALL BECAUSE I'LL TAKE YOU BACK! I'LL CALL WHEN I'M OVER YOU, YOU IDIOT! SO BUG OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Bulma's last words were punctuated by an explosion from the Brief's backyard as she slammed the door in Yamcha's face.
He stood there stunned for a moment and then sadly walked down the yard to the sidewalk and into his car. As he drove home to a waiting Puar he resolved to come back in a week, just to give Bulma time to stew, and resume his quest to win her back. Having formed a plan, he decided to hit a club or two before he went home and recommenced his training.
Can't Resist
"Just shut up! You're nothing but an incompetent, male, chauvinist pig. Now get out off my property and out of my life." Bulma Brief said quietly, glaring at Yamcha. They were standing in the front hallway of the Brief family home (ok, mansion). Three days ago, Bulma had caught Yamcha, her boyfriend off and on since her early teens, with yet another woman. This one had been tall, thin, and a brunette. She'd also been intelligent enough to realize Bulma and Yamcha's relationship. The woman, Cecile, had promptly stood up from the restaurant table where Bulma had spotted them and gathered her purse and jacket. Yamcha, already standing, had protested and turned to Cecile, making apologetic gestures, clearly flustered. Showing more energy then any of Yamcha's pervious infidelities, she'd promptly punched him in his stomach and hit him in the head with her purse. Cecile had then apologized to an amazed Bulma, told her there was a brick in her purse, and marched out of the restaurant.
Surprisingly, she'd packed a pretty good punch, leaving Yamcha slightly winded and with a rising bump on the side of his head. True, it had been gone in a few hours since Yamcha was, after all, a Z fighter, but Bulma still vaguely liked Cecile for her spunk. None of the other girls had ever apologized to her. And there were plenty of other girls, Bulma was ashamed to admit. There had been Trina, Betti, Sami, Royse, and Shairon in the last few years. So Cecile was the newest cause of their breakup. Oh, when they did separate Bulma thad had several boyfriends, but none of them interested her beyond a few dates, she'd been too stuck on that jerk, Yamcha.
Still, Yamcha wasn't all bad, that was the whole reason she'd tolerated his affairs. When they'd been younger he'd saved her life a few times and before he discovered he was attractive to not just her but all women, he'd been very sweet. Sure he'd done things that made her mad, but in retrospect, he hadn't done them on purpose and he had been interested in only her.
So what had happened? The only person who still felt and acted the same towards Yamcha was Puar, who was just as adoring as ever. IN fact, Bulma had the idea Puar didn't like her very much. Oh well. Bulma still wasn't immune to Yamcha, so wasting time thinking about her past wasn't going to keep her angry enough to be done with him romantically forever.
"You don't really mean it, do you, Bulma?" Yamcha asked. panic stricken as the implications of what Bulma had just said dawned on him. What scared him most was the cold, emotionless way she'd told him to get out of her life. "Can't I at least come over and talk sometime?" he pleaded.
"Not now Yamcha." Bulma said, her voice still cold and calm. She stepped around him and opened the front door.
"Come on Bulma! Please give me another chance." he asked, voice rising in near panic, but remaining civil and stepping out the front door and on to the front steps. He turned back to face her. "We've been through too much together." "You're right. I'll call you when I'm ready to talk to you." Bulma said quietly.
Yamcha's clouded expression cleared and lit his handsome features.
At the Bulma lost her command over her emotions and yelled at him in fury, "I WON'T CALL BECAUSE I'LL TAKE YOU BACK! I'LL CALL WHEN I'M OVER YOU, YOU IDIOT! SO BUG OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Bulma's last words were punctuated by an explosion from the Brief's backyard as she slammed the door in Yamcha's face.
He stood there stunned for a moment and then sadly walked down the yard to the sidewalk and into his car. As he drove home to a waiting Puar he resolved to come back in a week, just to give Bulma time to stew, and resume his quest to win her back. Having formed a plan, he decided to hit a club or two before he went home and recommenced his training.