*****Bulma******
She was almost there, she felt herself approaching the heated waves of pleasure fast but something odd happened. Just as she was almost there, he faltered. The pace interrupted and the angle that had been hitting her perfectly was no longer right.
"FUCK!" screamed Yamcha as he blew his load. She couldn't believe he had done that. He finished…. WITHOUT HER! The night had been going so well too! Bulma let out a loud sigh, hoping that Yamcha would clearly pick up on her disappointment. The night wasn't all lost though, she did get off in the limo, but it just wasn't the same since she was currently still in heat.
"I'm sorry, Bulma. I don't know what happened. It was like one minute I was nowhere and then suddenly I was…. finishing."
She watched as Yamcha pulled himself out and sat on the edge of the bed. It hadn't happened in a long time and never during intimate moments, but she had a bad feeling. What made the whole thing worse was that it seemed like his other personality was able to get her much hotter and more bothered than he ever had. Her heart raced as she tried to put the pieces together and almost went into a panic attack as she began to deny what probably happened.
"Yamcha?"
"It happened again, Bulma. It was him."
Bulma gulped loudly and felt a little ashamed of herself for not noticing the difference – she had honestly forgotten what the other personality was like since it had been so long since Yamcha had had an episode. She scooted closer to him, rubbing his back in comforting circles as she tried not to think about how much better the sex had been with him. It was suddenly making perfect sense why he had said, "I need to know what you feel like."
"Are you okay, Yamcha?"
"No. I'm not okay. I just watched you get fucked by someone else, why would I be okay?"
"It wasn't someone else! It was you! Don't make it sound like I cheated, Yamcha, I feel horrible enough as it is for not noticing what was going on," pouted Bulma.
Yamcha shook his head, "You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't make it sound like it was your fault. I just…. I thought the meds had been working great. It was different this time. The meds always let me stay in control, I could feel when he was there, but they suppressed him. What went wrong?"
"How about we call the therapist and see if we need to get you something stronger or a slightly higher dose? It'll be okay, Yamcha. We'll get through this together like we always have."
Bulma tried her best to give him a reassuring smile but it was difficult when all she could think about was getting another shot with the second personality. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but it was definitely a better sexual experience and she craved it.
******Yamcha******
He had been weightless, devoid of any feeling and then suddenly it was like he was dropped into his over-stimulated body in a split second. He couldn't help it, he had to finish without warning. For the first time in a very long time, Yamcha felt violated. It, whatever it was, used him and Bulma.
Explaining what happened had become easier after all the years of putting up with this, but it was still humiliating.
Yamcha nodded but avoided eye contact with Bulma after she suggested seeing the therapist again. He hated this. Hated feeling like he was crazy or messed up, hated feeling like Bulma had to do whatever it took to "fix" him just so they can move on with their lives and be happy together.
The talk hadn't helped much though. He still felt betrayed and was even blaming Bulma for it. This all started happening when he met her. The guilt of feeling like he should blame her was overwhelming, and yet, he tried to continue hiding it.
It had been several weeks since the incident and Yamcha was finally getting a stronger dosage plus a new med to help him sleep. He was seeing the therapist for the 3rd time since the incident because he insisted they do a re-evaluation to make sure this was, in fact, the same "problem" and not a new issue they would have to deal with. Everything had been similar to the past experiences – he could sense someone in his body with him but not all the time – only this time around, the "symptoms" got worse if they occurred around Bulma.
It was strange. When he wasn't around Bulma or avoiding her for her safety while having an episode, the personality seemed restless. As if it was pacing or anxious. It even called Bulma several times when she wasn't home and tried to convince her that he needed her comfort. Yamcha was convinced he was possessed by something that wanted Bulma. He told the therapist as much and was laughed at.
"There isn't such a thing as a 'possession' – well not that we can prove. You said it yourself that the symptoms had stopped almost entirely with the medication before, right? So, it's safe to assume that the prescription wouldn't have helped if you had indeed been possessed. You have been with your girlfriend all this time and in some instances said that you could tell the other personality was there but did nothing. Your body has likely become accustomed to the medication and a stronger dose should help. The other prescription should help with the restless feeling until the new dosage gets circulating well."
"Alright. But…. are there any other options in case this doesn't work?"
"We will have to wait and see, possibly try different types of medication and therapy until we can find something that works. There isn't a cure for this, so it's all about finding a coping mechanism for living as normally as possible."
Yamcha sighed and thanked the doctor for his help. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but he supposed it was better than nothing. He relayed the info to Bulma via text and tried his best to stay positive, but he knew this might also not work. It never seemed like he was just out of control but being controlled, as if someone was consciously doing this to him. The doctor didn't seem to listen as far as that conversation went.
******Bulma******
Bulma got the message but didn't reply right away. She was busy trying her best to relieve her sexual frustration. She had felt horrible since that night, for not being able to finish what had been started and also for actually wanting Yamcha to have another "moment." She couldn't help it. The other personality had just been….so attractive. The way he looked at her, talked to her, touched her – she wanted to know more about him.
But would that be considered cheating? It was still Yamcha's body but not quite Yamcha?
"UGH! This is so stupid! How can I even think this way?!"
She laid on her bed with her phone in her hand and contemplated smothering herself with a pillow and just ending whatever headache this whole damn thing was. An idea came to mind and once again she felt horrible for thinking it up. She got out of bed and began to pace her room, looking for pros and cons that she would never write down. She needed no evidence in case the pros were, dare she say it, immoral.
"Okay so, on the one hand; if I switch his new meds with placebos, I can see the other personality or whatever. On the other; what if it completely unbalances him and he becomes violent? No, Yamcha has never tried to hurt me whether he's himself or not so I doubt that he would if I took him off the meds. On the first hand, seeing the other Yamcha might get me some answers. I can ask for a name, so we have a way to tell them apart and maybe if there's a reason why it's here then I could find that out as well.
"On the other hand, Yamcha would be so upset about me being sneaky. He'd probably think I was doing this just to get laid again or that I'm more attracted to the other guy." Bulma scoffed and crossed her arms as she continued pacing. "I mean, it's not like it wasn't totally sexy how he ravished me and did the ONE thing Yamcha hates doing but it's still about finding out why this is happening! Right?"
She paused in front of her vanity and stared at her reflection. She looked unsure and that only upset her more. She was thinking of doing something morally wrong and betraying a trust that she's had since she was 16. How could she really be considering this?
Another text from Yamcha and she made her final decision. Her thumbs typed rapidly as she responded to the messages and offered Yamcha an evening in. She even went as far as letting him know that if she notices something odd, she would kick him out. That seemed to make him less reluctant to be with her, but she was sure he knew she would only keep pestering until he showed up.
That evening, Yamcha arrived early and gave Bulma all of the details from his visit with the therapist. He showed her the new meds and made sure she was aware that he wasn't alone. Things had surprisingly gone well and exactly as planned. They watched a movie, had dinner, and had just picked a second movie to watch when Yamcha passed out on the couch. The new sleep medication seemed to work a lot faster than he had anticipated.
Bulma made sure he was snoring before she made her move. She took one pill from the bottle and headed to her lab to make the sugar replicas.
******Vegeta******
The planet they were landing on was almost dark. Dusk was quickly approaching and that meant it would be slightly easier to purge. The inhabitants would have to fight off the Saiyans and sleep. Darkness also meant that Vegeta could hide his filthy battle suit long enough to find some body of water to clean up in. At least the suits were made to be stain resistant.
The pods landed and out they went, Nappa immediately zeroed in on a small village nearby. Vegeta had strict rules for clearing out the areas closest to their landing zone. Too often they had encountered someone trying to take the pods or rig explosives to them. Most places didn't have anything that could do enough damage to injure them but there have been an occasional few who knew their way around machines.
Explosions and screams sounded in the distance as Vegeta cleaned himself up. Normally he would have enjoyed the sounds of war, but today all he could think of was getting back to sleep. Splashing the cold water of the small stream on his face, he managed to snap out of his daze and joined Nappa. With Raditz not there to get distracted by every attractive female, the purge should be completed by morning.
******Bulma******
"Yamcha, I don't understand the problem here. You have been on the medication for about a week, there have been no incidents, and I think having a sensible routine would do you some good."
"Bulma, it's not that I don't want to get a job, but I still feel like I'm not out of the woods yet. The medication only seems to be working cause I'm not here as often. I haven't spent more than 15 minutes with you lately and I can feel it, the thing inside me. It's restless. I don't know how else to explain it, but it feels worse than before, the energy is just…. angry."
Bulma stared at him in curiosity, putting on the ruse that she was intrigued when in actuality she was ridden with an overwhelming sense of guilt. Was this happening because she switched the pills? Was that personality restless because it wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see it?
'Wait, what? No, Bulma, other guy bad! Other guy bad!'
It was pointless to argue with herself like this. She had already chosen what she wanted and yet she thought she could feel less guilty for it if she allowed herself to have moments of inner conflicts. Bulma just couldn't help herself, she needed the other guy. He was just so…. hot!
'Just one more time. If I could see him just one more time, I would be done with it. Yamcha is the same person, I'm sure I could tell him what to do to make me feel good if I could just feel it one more time.'
"Maybe its restless cause you're just in your apartment all day, doing nothing but push-ups. If you could get a job that kept you busy, maybe it would get bored and leave you alone?"
"OR….it would take over and get me into loads of trouble because I can't break the control when it's here. What if it just makes him angrier and he starts using me to kill people?"
"That's why I was offering you a job in the lab! It's the most secure place to be when its locked down and it won't hurt me, so I can be on damage control!"
This argument was stupid and Yamcha had been much more irritated as of late. All they did was argue now. Stupid, trivial arguments that only seemed to frustrate them both more and more each time they spoke. It was bad enough that he had to distance himself for her safety but now all their relationship was about was fights. He looked like he couldn't take it anymore – as if he knew Bulma was purposely pushing him.
"Admit it! You want to fuck the other guy again, don't you?!"
Bulma was paralyzed by the sudden outburst. She couldn't even formulate words to defend herself. He wasn't wrong but, Kami, did it sound a million times worse out loud. She looked down, trying to hide her shame by appearing furious but that was only adding to how badly she wanted to let loose on him. She clenched her teeth tight, almost to the point of hurting herself before she spoke.
"I want…. you to get a job. Something small that will keep you busy. That's it! Keeping yourself in solitary confinement in your apartment is bad for your mental health whether you're already having mental problems or not."
Yamcha stared at Bulma with a hint of embarrassment. She had a point, he had been feeling more down since he started confining himself – even when it was just him. Maybe she was right – maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
"Yamcha, I want to help you. Part of that means I could observe you, even if just on the security tapes. If I can see the signs, then maybe I can find a better way to help you. Medical Science isn't my forte but that's never stopped me from trying to learn ways to help people."
Bulma tried to smile reassuringly but she could feel just how upset Yamcha was about this whole thing. It must really suck to lose control of your body and have to face the mental strife alone. She tried to embraced him but he stepped back, still refusing to listen to reason.
******Vegeta******
The purge took longer than expected. The planet's inhabitants seemed to have been expecting them. Probably tipped off by someone who managed to escape the last purge, not that it mattered much. They all met their end before daybreak anyway. Vegeta had checked in on Raditz who was still in stasis, not that that was a surprise since he hadn't been gone for too long by space travel standards.
Vegeta found himself near the same stream from their arrival. Several trees lined the banks and gave him plenty of shade from the sun. It was a perfect place to sleep now that the work had been done.
"Nappa! I'm going to sleep, continue the clean-up. When you're done with this section, sleep anywhere but near me, understood?"
"Uhh…sure, Vegeta. I read ya loud and clear."
Nappa eyed Vegeta for a moment, getting the sense that something was more off than usual for the Prince of Saiyans. He shrugged it off and did as he was told figuring that Vegeta was trying to adjust to not having Frieza to worry about. It had been a while since they had even heard from the lizard-like oppressor. If they were lucky, maybe he was already dead.
Vegeta made himself comfortable and focused on his now normal routine. Tensing his body and clearing his mind, he entered the darkness and followed the usual blue path. Nothing was different about this place, it never changed unless Hivrum was there. As he walked the path, he noticed a slight change in energy. He could sense some kind of animosity and from what he could tell, it was coming from his current path.
Worried that the scar-faced asshole may have done something stupid, Vegeta ran to the door and flung it open. His senses dulled for a moment and he found himself observing blue, angry eyes. She was pissed.
'Hmmmm…. what did we do now, Yamcha?'
He couldn't make heads or tails of what they were arguing about, but it caught his attention when Yamcha blurted out, "We're not alone."
Was he seriously warning her that he was there? Had they been coming up with strategies to avoid him?
Vegeta was suddenly grinning from ear to ear, wondering what their plan of action was. They must be trying to get rid of him in a different way since the drugs did absolutely nothing.
"Oh? Well, let me talk to him! Maybe he'll actually listen to what I'm saying and talk some sense into you!"
"Bulma, you know I can't communicate with him! He just jumps in and takes over like he owns the place! Why would you even want to talk to him anyway?!"
"Maybe so I can ask him what we have to do to get rid of him for good! Nothing seems to be working anyway, maybe he can tell us what he wants!"
Yamcha's mouth opened to rebuttal but nothing came out. He just stared at her blankly and then smirked devilishly.
"Well?!"
"Wish granted."
Bulma froze in place for a minute, letting the words sink in properly and now not knowing what she was going to do. She hadn't expected for it to be that easy. Unknowing what to say, she took a step back and stuttered slightly as she tried to find the right words or questions.
"To answer your questions, you can't get rid of me. Not until I decide I don't want to be here. As for what I want…. well, I want you to be my little slut."
*******Bulma******
'Oh Kami, is this really happening? Is he really saying what I think he's saying?'
He gave her a heated gazed and she melted right on the spot. Not even thinking about the consequences, Bulma pounced. One minute they were standing in the middle of the living room at each other's throats and the next they were on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers.
******Yamcha******
Yamcha watched in disbelief as Bulma took the lead. Pushing his body onto the couch, climbing on top, and suddenly feeling the sensation of his lips being kissed and bitten. He felt her grinding on him and slipping her hands under his shirt.
'What the fuck is happening? Did she…. did she plan this? Was this what she wanted all along? Is this the whole reason she's been arguing with me? To draw him out?'
For a moment, all he could feel was a sharp pain in his chest and saw only the darkness. It lasted for a while and it felt like he was dying. When he finally came too, they were no longer in the living room but back in her bedroom. He could feel everything – they were already having sex. He didn't know how long that blackout had been, but he wished it hadn't ended.
******Bulma******
Bulma gave in completely, allowing him to take the lead again. Like he had the first night she had experienced him. Her mind seemed completely overtaken by pleasure. No remorse for her actions, no care in the world. It wasn't until he entered her that she began to wonder what she should call him. She had thought about it constantly, the way he seemed to have vanished the moment she called out Yamcha's name last time. She didn't want to repeat the same mistake.
He was pounding hard, panting as he tried to reach a quick orgasm before he was ripped out of the body before he was finished. He hadn't been paying too much attention to her like last time but she managed to get his attention.
"Huh?"
"I asked…. mmm…what I should…*gasp*…call you? Oh yes, right there. Right there!"
He slowed his pace and lowered himself over her, letting her wrap her legs and arms around him as if they were making sweet love rather than getting a much-needed quick fuck.
"Prince. Call me, 'your Prince,'" he whispered. His breath tickling her ear and his words sending pleasuring chills all over her skin.
She wondered why he wanted to be called that? Was this personality under the delusion that he was saving her from something?
'Well, he's saving me from masturbating right now. Does that count?' thought Bulma with a seductive smirk.
******Yamcha******
Yamcha tried his best to regain control, screaming at the top of his lungs for Bulma to stop encouraging him. He didn't want it to be this way, with her getting to know the other half like it was just a part of him she should learn to except. It wasn't him! Why couldn't he convince anyone what was really happening? It wasn't an illness, it was an invasion!
The last straw for him was when he heard Bulma fully give in to him.
******Bulma******
"Fuck me harder, my Prince."
Her body was hot and tingling all over as a wave of pleasure struck her hard, sending wave after wave of orgasmic bliss through her like a tsunami. The mind-numbing sensations as a result of him following her command was everything she had hoped it would be, everything she had missed out on after he left abruptly last time. She was convinced he had been teasing her. Denying her this feeling so she'd come begging for it. It worked as far as she was concerned.
******Vegeta******
He thrust harder, quickening the pace as he felt her finally reach the edge. Her moans were right in his ear, something he'd never forget. Nor the way she said 'Prince' in that impious voice the could make honey envious of its natural sweetness.
"Yes, my Prince! Yes! Oh God, I'm cumming!" She screamed almost directly into his ear. Vegeta didn't mind, it was everything he needed to milk himself dry within her tight walls. She was taking his "my little slut" comment to heart, it seemed.
They breathed heavily as they both came down from their euphoria. Vegeta pulled out and collapsed next to her. He had never put that much effort into controlling a body and it seemed like it had taken an immense amount of energy. How he was tired while not in his own body, he had no clue, but he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
******Bulma*****
Bulma managed to drag herself out of bed to head to the bathroom. There was no way she was going to sleep filthy, no matter how worn out she was. When she returned to the bed, she was surprised to find him gone.
"Oh no. What have I done?"
******Yamcha******
Yamcha flew as fast as he could, his siphoned energy slowing him down to almost a crawl. He had to get out of there though, he couldn't face Bulma or confront her. He didn't know how serious that personality had been but Bulma did exactly as he said.
By the time he got to his old desert hideout, Yamcha was gasping for air and his body aching. He managed to get to safety before falling onto the bed in exhaustion. His sleep, however, was just as restless. He felt like he was falling or possibly even floating. There was no pain from his sore body, just comfort.
As he glanced around the pitch-black void he seemed to have fallen into, he noticed a misty, white fog in the distance. He heard a voice echoing but from where it was being generated, he couldn't tell. It was a soft voice, feminine and comforting.
His surroundings became a little brighter, but he still couldn't see anything. The voice stopped and all he could do was wonder why he was here. He found himself suddenly standing on a black path with several silver arrows pointing straight ahead, glowing and urging him to follow.
Against his better judgment and the feeling in the pit of his stomach, he began down the path. The atmosphere changed again after 3 minutes of walking – its dark again, with only the glow of the silver arrows to guide him. Two more minutes and he noticed something moving up ahead, like a screen playing a movie.
With a deep breath, he picked up the pace. Unsure of what he will see, his curiosity is getting the best of him. He wondered if this was just some kind of mental training journey. Never before when possessed had he tried so hard to regain his body the way he did tonight. Maybe this was the help he needed.
As he approached the screen, he saw a pinkish looking…thing…with horns and armor. Its purple lips were pulled up into a sneer and its red eyes were heated glaring into him, scorching his very soul.
"Well, well, little Prince. It seems you have failed once again. I suppose if anyone is to teach you that failure will be the death of you, it shall have to be me. You were warned about what would happen if you let me down, its time you pay the price."
The voice was raspy, almost sickly sounding, sending an uneasy, queasy feeling through his chest. Yamcha didn't know what he was watching but he instantly felt his fight or flight response kick in. He saw the fist coming first, then the tail. They moved in slow motion, but he couldn't dodge. He instantly felt the hit to the jaw that spun him around and the sharp pain of the tail lashing across his back.
The beating continued for what felt like hours, Yamcha could barely breathe by the end of it. He wasn't injured, much to his surprise, but he had felt it. Every hit. When he managed to get to his feet, the screen was nothing but white noise and the path had once again lit up with silver arrows.
He became unsure if he should follow it after that beating but there was nothing behind him, just darkness. If it managed to lead him out, then he would continue. The pain stopped and he finally came to his senses.
"That…. creature. It said, 'little Prince.' Is it the same as the 'Prince' that…. that…."
He clenched his fists and tried to say it, but his mouth was suddenly dry. There wasn't enough evidence for him to make a proper connection, but he knew, deep down, this was the same Prince that had stolen his body and taken his woman to bed earlier.
Several more screens and beatings later, Yamcha was more exhausted than ever. He had only met one person that could take a beating and get back up to fight – lose a never-ending battle and still have the drive to fight back and try to win. Goku. The more he saw, the more Yamcha began to see how similar and yet different Goku and this 'Prince' were.
He walked even further, his will to find an end to this whole nightmare higher than ever. Then the feminine voice rang through his ears again. This time the words were coherent, if only just slightly.
"He will not leave until he so chooses."
One final screen appeared right in front of him, the image of a shadowy silhouette walking into a door lit by a blue path played over and over. The steps, the sway of the hands and hair, all different each time it played.
He was right. He was being possessed…and no one believed him.
"Those who are chosen, find their fated paths here."
"What the hell does that mean? Are you saying that we are supposed to meet someday?"
The voice was silent, the screen frozen. Whatever was happening, whoever was telling him this, they wanted him to figure it out on his own. He didn't have a clue what this all meant. His head was hurting from just trying to gather all the thoughts rushing in at once.
Somehow the pitch-black space started to ripple, distorting itself with an elaborate display of light breaking through. Once again, Yamcha was falling. This time it wasn't as comforting as when he arrived, this time it was much more terrifying.
He lurched forward in his bed, suddenly wide awake and energized. His head felt like it was in shambles. Was that a dream or wasn't it? If it wasn't then that meant whoever was taking over him was doing it by choice, possibly choosing Bulma and not necessarily his life.
Sunlight began to drift in through the make-shift windows of his hideout. He needed to talk to Bulma and straighten all this out. Maybe there was a way to fix this. There had to be. He didn't want to lose Bulma, but he also didn't want to watch her fall for someone else.
******Bulma******
Bulma hardly slept that night. Her guilt kept eating away at her subconscious, nagging her every time she closed her eyes. She was worried sick about Yamcha too. He took off without a word. She knew it was her fault and anything that happened to him would be too. She sighed as she grabbed her robe and headed to the kitchen for coffee.
Capsule Corp seemed so empty and hollow. Her parents had been traveling the world on a cruise ship while she was here, ruining her relationship. She hoped they were having a wonderful time, Kami knew she wasn't.
As she turned the corner to the kitchen, she let out the most eardrum bursting scream she was sure the whole city heard.
"Holy fuck! Yamcha, you scared me!"
She struggled to catch her breath but forced herself to immediately ramble everything that had gone through her head last night. Apologizing profusely and crying her eyes out over how worried she was and hoping he would forgive her. It wasn't until she finally stopped making so much noise that Yamcha spoke, keeping his distance from her for a number of reasons.
"Bulma, we need to talk."
"Oh God, you're dumping me, aren't you? Can't say I blame you after what I did. I'm so sorry, Yamcha. Can we at least stay friends?"
Yamcha was a little annoyed by her at the moment. Instead of listening to him, she still managed to make this whole ordeal about her. Breaking up didn't sound half bad, but he also wasn't ready to let her go just yet.
"Look, I'm not breaking up with you. I just want you to listen to me, really listen. I know that as a scientist you want proof of everything but there just isn't a way for me to prove this to you. Can you please try and understand how this feels for me?"
"Y-Yamcha…."
"No wait, I'm not remotely done."
Bulma trembled slightly but nodded in agreement to listen to everything he had to say. Yamcha poured them both a cup of coffee and finally continued. He told her about the "dream" and how this disembodied voice told him that this wasn't going to stop until "Prince" decided he no longer wanted to do this.
She was more confused than ever. He was real? A real, living, breathing person from who-knows-the-fuck where and he was purposely coming to her through Yamcha? Was that even possible? Although flattered, Bulma still felt somewhat violated. This person was just here, hanging out and waiting for his turn.
"This won't be easy, and I really wish I didn't have to ask this of you but…. can you please tell me why you…. enjoyed him so much?"
And there it was, the moment of truth. She needed to be honest and come clean if they were to try and work things out. Even if they didn't and he couldn't forgive her, he still deserved to know the truth.
"Yamcha. I'm sorry but…. I just…. wanted the sex again." She stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction to what she was saying. Nothing. He didn't even look at her. "It wasn't anything meaningful, I swear! It was just…. different from the way we make love. It was new and exciting and…. I had a moment of weakness. I just needed to feel it again in hopes of forgetting about it. I even…. I even switched your new medication with placebos to try and make it happen…"
Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she confessed. This was horrible. The guilt of betraying him kicking into full gear as she again apologized and begged for forgiveness. Normally, she would have found a way to blame him for it. Maybe even calling him out for lacking skills in the bedroom, but even she knew that was unfair. The two had only ever been with each other, of course he wouldn't have picked up any new moves.
"So…. you cheated on me."
"What?!"
"It's not cut and clean, but it is what it is! I told you before that this felt like someone else controlling me and you and that quack therapist just laughed at me! I know you want proof, to see before you believe but I…. I told you. I'm going to take some time for myself, maybe go on a training journey again. I need some space right now."
"O-Okay. S-space is good, right?"
"I'll come back in a few weeks. We can try and work things out then, but I just can't…. look at you right now."
Bulma sat at the table in shock. She wanted to tell him not to go, that they should try and work things out together now, but space was good, right? She had done enough to Yamcha lately. If he wanted her to listen and prove that she was going to try harder, then he needed her to back off. She wasn't his boss, she wasn't his mother – she was a choice that he had once made and was now reconsidering it.
She let him leave with a few supportive words and just like that, she was all alone in the empty space that was Capsule Corp.