THE ANNIVERSARY GIFT
Bulma sighed. Another anniversary forgotten by Yamucha. Another date broken. Men forget so many things, she mused, sitting down to eat. Alone. Mom and dad went out to dinner for a change, to give them the space to talk. A lot of good -that- did, now.....
She snuffed out the candles. A romantic dinner for one wasn't much fun, she mused. She wasn't very hungry, anyway. All this food, gone to waste.....
"Woman!" Vejita yelled from outside the door. "Where do you keep the beverages here? I'm parched."
"Shut up, you big jerk!" said Bulma. She started crying. This was really the last straw. First, Yamucha forgets their date -- their -anniversary- date, mind you -- and now Vejita's on the rampage again. "And my name is -Bulma,- not woman, and I would appreciate it if you would -remember- that!"
She couldn't hold back any longer. She put her head on her hands, on the table, and sobbed uncontrollably. Yamucha was the bigger jerk, here. Or was she, for thinking he really cared about her? After all the time she wasted, waiting for him.....
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, tears still streaming down her face, and spun around.
Vejita jerked back his hand. His face had, for the moment, lost its usual sneer. For a minute, he almost looked... concerned. Not that it mattered. "What's wrong with you?"
"What do -you- care?" Bulma snarled at him. She cried harder, but it didn't really matter now, did it? She didn't care, any more. She just didn't care.....
Vejita put his hands on Bulma's shoulders. He looked at her carefully. "Are you in much pain?" he asked.
That did it. Her whole world was too mixed up now. First, Yamucha forgets their anniversary, and their dinner date. And now, now... it sounded like Vejita really cared. Feelnig weak, she collapsed
against Vejita. She couldn't see through her tears. She couldn't understand anything, any more. Everything was so... so surreal.....
She felt Vejita's arms around her, uncertainly at first, but then, secure. He held her against him, letting her cry.
Maybe Vejita wasn't such a jerk, after all. Maybe.....
Bulma sighed. Another anniversary forgotten by Yamucha. Another date broken. Men forget so many things, she mused, sitting down to eat. Alone. Mom and dad went out to dinner for a change, to give them the space to talk. A lot of good -that- did, now.....
She snuffed out the candles. A romantic dinner for one wasn't much fun, she mused. She wasn't very hungry, anyway. All this food, gone to waste.....
"Woman!" Vejita yelled from outside the door. "Where do you keep the beverages here? I'm parched."
"Shut up, you big jerk!" said Bulma. She started crying. This was really the last straw. First, Yamucha forgets their date -- their -anniversary- date, mind you -- and now Vejita's on the rampage again. "And my name is -Bulma,- not woman, and I would appreciate it if you would -remember- that!"
She couldn't hold back any longer. She put her head on her hands, on the table, and sobbed uncontrollably. Yamucha was the bigger jerk, here. Or was she, for thinking he really cared about her? After all the time she wasted, waiting for him.....
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, tears still streaming down her face, and spun around.
Vejita jerked back his hand. His face had, for the moment, lost its usual sneer. For a minute, he almost looked... concerned. Not that it mattered. "What's wrong with you?"
"What do -you- care?" Bulma snarled at him. She cried harder, but it didn't really matter now, did it? She didn't care, any more. She just didn't care.....
Vejita put his hands on Bulma's shoulders. He looked at her carefully. "Are you in much pain?" he asked.
That did it. Her whole world was too mixed up now. First, Yamucha forgets their anniversary, and their dinner date. And now, now... it sounded like Vejita really cared. Feelnig weak, she collapsed
against Vejita. She couldn't see through her tears. She couldn't understand anything, any more. Everything was so... so surreal.....
She felt Vejita's arms around her, uncertainly at first, but then, secure. He held her against him, letting her cry.
Maybe Vejita wasn't such a jerk, after all. Maybe.....