Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
An: This chapter was so hard to write... it probably doesn't seem like it, but I struggled for weeks trying to figure out what to do and how to write it. In the end, this is the result. Thanks for reading.
Warning: Blatant Shounen ai. Kind of. I mean, Bulma is reborn as a man. Bad grammar and spelling issues too since English isn't my first language.
Summary: Everyone knows that Saiyans have a long life. When Bulma is reborn, Vegeta finds himself with the annoying task of wooing Bulma all over again.
Second Chances Changes Nothing and Everything
Chapter 20: The afterlife and the life after...
Everything Yamcha has done, he has done for Bulma. It was always for Bulma. No matter how hard he tried to distance himself from her, he knew he will always find his way back to her. There was an invisible string that tethered them together. He had felt it the moment they met for the first time in the desert, back when he was nothing more than a low-life bandit and she was a young, naive teenager.
They have stuck together through everything from Puar's death to the fact that Yamcha's wish for a family of his own would never come true. The only woman he has ever felt comfortable around was Bulma and Yamcha had already conceded to the fact that he would forever be inevitably in love with her. It would be the only regret he had in life. He should have fought harder for her.
Bulma was there when he was dying. She held onto his hand even when Vegeta ordered her to let go.
"Can it, Vegeta. What's wrong with holding hands with a friend?" she asked with rolling eyes. She smiled at Yamcha.
Even at seventy-eight, it never shook Yamcha's opinion that Bulma was the most beautiful woman on earth, wrinkles, crows feet, sagging lines, and all.
There might have been a brief flare of jealousy when he looked over at Vegeta. It seems almost unfair that while he laid in bed as a fragile old man, Vegeta still looked remarkable the same, never aging thanks to his Saiyan genes. The gift of almost certain immortality seemed almost wasted on an asshole like that.
'Forget it.'
With his last shuddering breath, Yamcha decided to let his indignation go. Vegeta wasn't worth the wasted brain cells. Besides, behind his eyelids he saw the big picture.
He and Bulma would eventually be reunited in the afterlife. They would have all of eternity together. Heaven would be a good place to start over and Yamcha could finally work up the courage to say what he had always wanted to say to Bulma without Vegeta getting in the way.
He heard Vegeta snort. The saiyan prince looked down at Yamcha with contempt and more than a bit of annoyance.
'Yeah, laugh it up, you self-righteous prick.' Yamcha thought.
When Vegeta does croak the big one, there wasn't any doubt about where he was going. It would be in a place far, far from where Yamcha and Bulma would be.
"Bye buddy," Goku gave an encouraging smile. On the other side of the bed holding his other hand was Goku who wished him good-luck.
"See ya, Goku," Yamcha grinned.
Yamcha passed away peacefully with Bulma tearfully at his side along with everyone else that was gathered.
He stood before King Enma.
When he was told that as a reward for his good deeds, he would be reincarnated to have a second chance at a better life, the first question he asked was if he was going to meet Bulma again.
"Perhaps," was all the answer he got.
He doesn't care if he was reborn as a dung beetle or a worm, all he wanted was to be someplace where he could watch over Bulma. Bulma does, after all, have a knack for getting herself into trouble; second only to Goku maybe. He told King Enma this and watched as the ruler grinned.
King Enma raised a hand and Yamcha vanished.
Sixty-three years later, he had been reborn.
"She's beautiful, isn't she? What are we going to name her?"
"How about Pei-Pei?"