A/N: Umm…nope, don't own DBZ. First fanfic, just saying.
"Why can't we go to the club?" Yamcha whined.
"Because we are going to the mall." Bulma replied in a 'duh' voice. "Look Yamcha, I have to do some major shopping." Bulma said picking up her lipstick.
Yamcha pouted, which used to look super cute, but not any more; Bulma thought. "C'mon Yamcha, It'll be fun. And after the shopping may be we can go to a nice restaurant and have a romantic dinner, what do you say?"
Yamcha's face lit up. "Oh baby, that sounds great."
Bulma smiled softly. "Ok then go start the car, I'll be there in a sec." Bulma tossed Yamcha the car key and went to find her black pumps.
They reached the mall at 4pm. She went through almost every clothing and jewelry stores. She was having so much fun, Yamcha, not so much. He had to carry all the bags; it was more exhausting than his pro baseball training.
Finally Bulma was done after 4 hours of nonstop shopping; Yamcha sighed in relief. They headed off to the restaurant as they planned previously. It was a 15 minutes ride from the mall. Bulma and Yamcha were regulars there so they didn't have any problem getting a table without a reservation. After they ordered their food, Bulma excused herself to go to the ladies room. There was no one in the ladies room. Bulma stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. Shopping was fun but she wasn't sure about the dinner part. While shopping she didn't have to interact with Yamcha but now she couldn't avoid it. The spark wasn't there anymore she could feel it; she wondered if Yamcha felt it too. Though if any one asks she would blame Yamcha's womanizing ways but she knew that was not the reason at all. It's not like he would sleep with other women behind her back; he would just flirt whenever he gets the chance. They met in high school. Yamcha was the school's bad boy, though surprisingly very shy around girls. Bulma always had a thing for bad boys. Though Yamcha was extremely nervous around her at first but he overcame it eventually. Now it's been 9 years but it's not the same anymore. Bulma sighed again. She reapplied her make up and got out of the ladies room.
As she started to walk towards the dining area of the restaurant, she hard a loud thud in the men's room which was at the opposite side of the ladies room. There was an out of order sign hanging from the doorknob. 'Weird' she thought, 'It's probably the cleaners dropped something in there.' Another loud thud and Bulma was sure that something was wrong or somebody fell down and needs help. She hesitated a bit as it was the men's toilet but decided to go in anyway. She turned the doorknob and opened the door.
The first thing she noticed was the pool of blood on the floor and the two bodies which were the source of the blood. She gasped loudly and opened her mouth to scream. Before she could let out any sound, a large hand covered her mouth from behind. Bulma's eyes widened. Before she could react in any way, she felt a sting on her neck and everything went black.