Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me
Author Notes: Well, this is my very first time writing DB fics, so I hope it didn't go too bad.
Puzzle
Sometimes, they just get along. It's like they've been made for each other, as if the world had nothing better to do than put them both together. Pieces of a puzzle. And suddenly, rough edges. You can't do that, I get to pick dinner. You were eyeing her, Yamcha, and he shrugs and doesn't say no because she wouldn't believe him. She doesn't want to. So he just drops the subject, tries to, and Bulma gets angrier because she's not that stupid anymore. You're projecting, he tells her one night. And that's about the end.