I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, CREDIT TO AKIRA TORIYAMA!
btw I hate Yamcha as much as the rest of you, so please.
Expect the Unexpected.
Bulma wrapped her hair high in an afro as she looked herself in the mirror and began to prepare for the day. She brushed her teeth and threw on a pink shirt before departing to Yamcha's house. "See ya later Mom!" she called as she left Capsule Corp for the first time that morning, not aware of the events that would happen that day. She walked down the street and started to walk along the cement, pushing her way past civilians, Yamcha only lived about a block away, so why would she waste gas? She soon found herself in front of the former desert bandit's house, and without knowing it, her lips curved into a smile, they were scheduled for a picnic today. She walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. After a moment of silence, the door swung open rather violently and Yamcha stood in the doorway, flowers in hand.
"Yes, m'lady" he said as he took her hand and kissed it, her cheeks flushed with red as he swept her up to plant a tender kiss on her lips. Time seemed to freeze as she was pulled closer to the body that she called hers. They broke contact and looked one another in the eyes, silently agreeing that it was time to go. They held hands and walked to the park, where they pictured the perfect picnic.
Dr. Brief's worked on his newest invention silently humming to himself whilst tinkering. He had just finished tightening a screw when a shadowy figure met the corner of his eye. That hair, that armor, he would know that scowl anywhere. "Morning, Vegeta." Dr. Brief's said, almost inaudibly. Vegeta looked in his direction and gave a grunt of salutations.
Dr. Brief's smiled at this, it was usual for Vegeta to be gruff and overall angry, but this was a least a response.
"Where is that woman? I am hungry." Vegeta looked through rooms, growing more impatient after every empty room. Dr. Brief's stopped his tinkering.
"Why, she is at a picnic with Yamcha, if you are hungry, fix yourself something to eat." Vegeta began to wonder, if he was actually capable of cooking, but told himself to stop worrying.
"Very well." The woman's presence was a normal one, Vegeta supposed, so when she was gone, he was like a blind man in a video game shop, completely confused. He opened the fridge to find a whole load of various foods in tupperware. Vegeta instantly thought about eating it all, and so he did. He grabbed all the tupperware in the fridge and began to eat silently. His thoughts began to trail off onto his training, and how he would become more powerful than Kakarot. Eventually, however, he began to think about the Earthling woman who had so generously invited him to stay at this establishment. He disregarded any other thought, and began to quicken his pace, he had to continue training, he had to beat Kakarot.
Bulma sat down at the spot where they decided, she really wanted this day to be special, and so did Yamcha. He took the food out of the basket and set it on the ground, smiling the whole time. Bulma felt a little awkward, so she decided to make conversation. "So how is your training going?" she asked dryly. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and answered back, " Great, in fact, we have increased our overall strength by two! Soon I'll be stronger…" Bulma almost did not catch this, " Stronger than what?" Yamcha hung his head and smirked, "It's nothing, babe."
Bulma was taken aback, "Are you holding a grudge against someone?" Yamcha sighed and nodded. He didn't need to lie to her. " Bulma folded her arms and gestured for an explanation.
Yamcha started, "I want to be stronger than Vegeta." Bulma felt a little sorry for him, I guess she was the only one who knew that no matter how long he trained, he could never be stronger. "That's okay, Yamcha, I'm sure one day it will happen." Yamcha smiled and kissed her on the cheek. He loved to see her like this, especially when it was a date, she was beautiful. Bulma's thoughts began to trail, what was Vegeta doing right now?
Vegeta left the gravity room feeling light as a feather. He wiped the sweat from his brow using the "drying cloth" and settled down on the couch, what was taking that damn woman so long? Surely she would have been back by now! He started feeling a bubbling sensation in his stomach. What's this? he wondered. Suddenly, the feeling stopped as he realized what was going on, not only was he disappointed, he was furious, to know that for once the Prince of Saiyans had finally felt a normal human emotion, something he should never feel: Jealousy.