The peace of the sunny late Summer's morning is disrupted unexpectedly by a loud and obnoxious digital ringing, the half hearted attempt at a musical jingle blaring out noisily in demand of acknowledgement. Just happening to be standing up at the time and close by, Ayeka walks over to the wall mounted phone secreted in the corner of the living room. She looks over her shoulder to see if anyone else will answer it, namely the householder himself, but it appears this task is left to her. Not being used to the primitive nature of the handheld telephone she intuitively picks up and holds the device to her ear. Her mind then hits a momentary blank as to how she should greet herself. Saying that she is a princess from a different planet she knows would only get her sanity questioned by the caller. In this brief moment of hesitation the person calling speaks up. The one short sentence they say puts several questions in her head. Surprised in of herself that Vegeta has a phone number in public record she would normally be taking a second to think why a woman, for it was a female's voice on the phone, would be calling but something else is pestering her mind. They asked for a Mr. Briefs. She does not know anyone of that name. She repeats the name back down the phone to clarify that she heard it correctly and they repeat asking if he is available to come to the phone.
Just as she is about to decline them and say that such a person does not reside at this address and they have mistakenly called the wrong number, Ayeka jumps slightly when she feels a tap on her shoulder. She lowers the phone from her ear and turns her head to see Vegeta stood right behind her with his hand out for the phone. Without a word she hands it over to him for it is his home anyway and he might know of this Mr. Briefs. Immediately after getting the phone Vegeta says something which shocks Ayeka. He calls himself Mr. Briefs and then proceeds to take the call about his and his son's shares in the Capsule Corporation and whatnot. Silently, Ayeka stands there with a frown of confusion on her face as she watches the Saiyan hold a business call, albeit brusquely whilst reminding the businesswoman that he previously told them to direct all inquiries to Dr. Briefs his father in law and not to contact him until his son is of legal age. With that said, he hangs up the phone and hands it back to Ayeka to put it back where it belongs. She does whilst holding her confused look at him and asking him if his name is Mr. Briefs like he just claimed it was over the phone. Vegeta nods at her disinterestedly.
"It is common Terran practise here for people to hold a surname, which isn't something Saiyans have. Bulma persuaded me that to make her life easier for documentation, legal papers or identification for myself that upon marriage I take her surname as my own, hence I did." Very matter of factly Vegeta explains to her this alias of sorts he holds for the few occasions it is needed that his Saiyan heritage must not be known. It bothers him little, its infrequent usage meaning he never cared for the addition to his name.
"Mr. Vegeta Briefs." Ayeka says the name to herself. Pondering over this new titbit of knowledge she has gained about him, it leaves her a bit off balance now to suddenly find out that her fiancée has an Earth name. She mumbles it again to herself, testing out its sound as mild curiosity still roams free in her head. It just sounds all too normal for it to be anything associated with the Saiyan prince she loves and she doesn't feel comfortable leaving out the honorific titles from his name like that. Seeing her adjusting to this knowledge, this multiform offshoot of Vegeta leaves Ayeka as he walks past the training room door where grunts and sounds of exertion come from his 'main' self and towards the kitchen instead.
Two pairs of blue eyes watch him as he strolls across to the fridge and wolfs down a couple of pounds of whatever edible stuff was in reach. He shuts the fridge door with a disappointed scowl on his face. His stomach hardly feels full from such a meagre scavenging but his alternate stomach still in the training room gained no nourishment whatsoever. Vegeta's hopes and plans for multiform allowing perpetual training have been dashed, too jaded and cynical to be shocked or saddened by this discovery he takes it in his stride. He turns and sees Mihoshi warily eyeing him as she munches on a chocolate bar and Kiyone resting her face on the table out of boredom. Neither are in their work clothes with Kiyone wearing a simple white t-shirt with navy trousers and her signature headband still in her hair and Mihoshi donning a pink, frilly tank top and cream slacks with her fluffy blonde hair still tied up with a red ribbon. Though the dark skinned cop is revealing an amount of cleavage that neither Ayeka or Ryoko would like him seeing, Vegeta has no care for the two police women who were forced into his life and home.
"Hey Psycho, I never heard any thanks from you for my help yesterday." Her words ill formed and muffled by her position, Kiyone's sheer mind numbing boredom causes her to jest with the Saiyan prince. An ill-advised course of action but any conversation at this point is welcome to her.
Without a word Vegeta takes a few steps towards the two policewomen. Mihoshi leans back in her seat and Kiyone turns her head to get a better look at the approaching man as part of her teal hair flops over her orange headband. He stands next to Mihoshi with a perfect poker face and extends his hand. She flinches and closes her wide eyes. When she opens them she finds her snack gone, devoured by the Saiyan, and instead a very bright and glowing orb of pure light resting in her hands. Though not being painful to the touch this sphere of energy is hot and Mihoshi is halfway through voicing this complaint when Vegeta opens his mouth with a sinister smirk framing his face and directs his words to Kiyone.
"There is enough ki there to destroy this planet, don't let it touch the ground."
A stifled whimper cracks out of Mihoshi as she stares in absolute terror at her hands and the ball of energy she holds. Kiyone immediately sits up in her seat, though she holds doubts as to whether Vegeta would give something so dangerous out as a prank, even if there is a remote chance she has to take it seriously for that dire eventuality. The ki begins to sway as trembles enter Mihoshi's body out of undiluted dread, she turns her head and looks at her friend to tell her what to do. Vegeta meanwhile stands back and enjoys the show as he eats more food. Suddenly, in a flight of panic Mihoshi thrusts out her hands towards Kiyone in hope she can take care of this for her as she is terrified and knows that she is always there to help her out. Kiyone though has other plans and pushes her chair back to avoid the ki being offered to her. She might not have that much trust in Mihoshi's abilities but in no way does she want that ki, fear has entered her mind now. A pitiful mewl comes from Mihoshi seeing her friend and partner not helping her and so she stands up to push more for this burden to be taken from her and quickly. Mihoshi starts yammering on at Kiyone to take it from her in-between complaints that her hands are burning. Before the argument between friends can erupt, an unannounced presence materialises in the room and frightens Mihoshi.
Ryoko floats there with a happy grin on her face after scaring the police woman. Mihoshi, jumping and recoiling with fright, loses her balance and topples over backwards, sending the ball of light and energy falling towards the floor. Vegeta and Ryoko watch on with amusement as Kiyone heroically dives and catches the ki to avert the impending disaster and Mihoshi painfully cracks her head on a cupboard as she lands. A loud sigh of relief is exhaled from Kiyone as she looks at her hands and the ki held inches from the ground. Whimpering in pain and holding the back of her head, Mihoshi starts going to get up. She absently extends and kicks out one of her legs she landed on top of. Both Kiyone and Mihoshi freeze as with a gentle tap the ki falls out of Kiyone's cupped hands. It rolls about harmlessly on the floor.
A pissed off groan sounds from Kiyone as she flops her head down onto the floor, feeling very much the fool in playing his games for him. For a few seconds though Mihoshi still sits there with anticipated terror that at any moment everything will just explode. Bending down and absorbing his ki back into himself, Vegeta turns to leave the kitchen and the two women who thought mocking him would be fun. An amused smirk on both their faces, Ryoko flies around in-front of Vegeta, having quite enjoyed this entertainment, and chuckles to herself. The Saiyan continues walking out of the kitchen to get back to himself and training, with the cyan haired woman levitating to follow him. With a grin she tells him she is really liking watching him sleep. His eyes flicker to her in acknowledgement but he does not respond with words as he exits the kitchen.
Striding purposefully into the living room Vegeta notices Ryoko's progress at his side halt as she spies the maiden of Jurai also in this room. Both Ryoko and Ayeka lock eyes. Both want to say something to the other but they remember Vegeta's words to them to avoid arguments with each other and to try focusing more on their own victory than their opponent's loss. With a haughty huff and flick of her head, Ryoko vanishes from the room. Not before her image vanishes a growling voice in no uncertain terms tells her to leave the training room and Ryoko appears back again where she was and looking at the Vegeta she has now found out to be a multiform.
"Well then Vegey, if you've already got a weakling copy wandering 'bout, then I think it's time I get to have some fun." With a wry smile on her face she wraps her arms around the neck of Vegeta as she hovers in the air. Vegeta shakes his head and carries on walking towards the large metal door. Strain enters Ryoko's smile as she tries stopping this much weaker version of Vegeta but after the incident with the bed and the night spent together he is not going to let any multiform of him hold power that she could contend with. Without effort he breaks her grasp on him. Her arms hang in the air reaching out to him with her fingers flexing after his black hair. Thin, light coloured eyebrows turn downwards into a frown. Not liking being ignored like this, Ryoko takes matters into her own hands and forces the Saiyan to pay her attention.
"Vegey, it's rude to run away from someone without giving them a proper answer. I'm still waiting from last night." She calls out to his back as he sets his hand onto the handle to his training room. He pauses, and seeing this pause Ryoko's predatory eyes narrow and a thin smile returns to her face.
A third wheel enters this conversation, another woman not too keen on being ignored, and with an air of arrogance and superiority Ayeka talks down to Ryoko as if she had become simple and forgotten that Vegeta would not give the answer till two months time. Ryoko soberly turns her head towards her rival and then with an evil grin on her face she grabs hold of the back of Vegeta's top.
"Oh, don't be so silly, little Ayeka darling. You thought I was talking about the 'big decision' didn't you, how quaint. No, no, you see I was just asking my Vegey here to finally say the words yes to the date he's already agreed to go on with me, and just me." In the most condescending and scathing tone possible, Ryoko looks down at the princess with blatant scorn written across her face. To finish it off she impishly sticks her tongue out at the reeling royal and snuggles her face against the back of the Saiyan sighing to himself. As Ayeka stands there shocked and stunned into silence at this startling revelation, Ryoko takes the chance to rub in her superiority.
"Someone's been left in the dust, haven't they? Don't worry Ayeka, I'll tell you all the juicy details of what me and Vegey are sure to get up to whilst you're here, with a version of him that'll only be training." Ryoko is feeling extremely smug in this position as she rips into Ayeka with her date plans and her chance to seize Vegeta away from the Juraian once and for all. Triumphantly she nuzzles Vegeta and asks what the plans are for tomorrow, not for wanting to know but for not so subtly letting Ayeka know that the date will occur soon. The ruby eyes of Ayeka dance between the grinning rogue and the stoic Saiyan standing silently. She cannot believe her ears about this. Vegeta is making no point of denying this or declining the date, and very bitter feelings are rising like bile within her. The Saiyan mumbles something to Ryoko and with a smile she releases him and teleports off and he enters the training room to rejoin his forms together.
Left in the living room on her own, Ayeka is fuming at the fact that Ryoko has taken another step that she doesn't have the courage to and Vegeta readily agreed to it. Her anger is split equally between her rival and herself for her own inaction. She remembers Vegeta's words yesterday about Ryoko asking a lot from him yet she damns it all that she did not foresee this being asked, and Vegeta using the same method to spend time with Ryoko as she is with her. Feeling impotent about what to do in this situation she marches over to the sofa and seats herself with a huff and broods with a sullen face. Her prince is being taken from her. Though she is not so wrapped up in herself that she doesn't know why Vegeta agreed to it she would prefer it immensely if it were her and only her getting to spend quality time with him, something she realises Ryoko doesn't know about yet. Damning her own inability to be proactive towards seizing her chances in love her blazing red eyes stare at the training room door in hope to pierce not just the material but the psyche of the man inside. For now all she has are these negative emotions of jealousy to accompany her adoration of the Saiyan.
Joyful and gay laughter burst from the youthful princess as her blue pigtails whip about as she turns to look and follow the birds flying about in the air. Skipping about innocently and playfully as she enjoys the natural world of this planet still largely unfamiliar to her, Sasami smiles back widely to her protector escorting her through the woods, Trunks. She remembers the reptilian monstrosity that tried to devour her before and as Trunks was doing nothing she convinced him to come play with him outside, though he doesn't define this really as playing, more aimlessly wandering. Having to spend minutes waiting as she gets enraptured by a pair of squirrels scampering about in the upper boughs of the verdant foliage Trunks is looking for ways to spice up this boring amble. To her this is an exotic place of wonder and rarities where every new critter she sees is awe inspiring in its own right. Trunks sees none of this though with it being his home. He wants a dinosaur to come crashing through the under-brush and ambush them, a horde a scale and teeth set to end his life, at least then he gets a mild distraction and a chance to show off.
The complete other side of the spectrum of nature is currently entertaining Sasami as she crouches down carefully by an ant's nest so as not to disturb it or the army of activity constantly pouring in and out of the dirt mound. Trunks has no idea how such boring insects could fascinate her so, they aren't scorpions or tarantulas but boring normal ants. His mind, however, has come up with a way in which he can make it more fascinating, at least for himself anyway. Abandoning the young girl and returning to her before she notices, Trunks taps Sasami on the shoulder and hands out a basic device to her. She smiles up at him and thanks him. Bringing the magnifying glass up to her eye, Sasami's grin widens as she now looks on at the ants with an even greater level of detail; their hardened exoskeleton carapaces, the twitches of their antennae and the gnashing of their multiple mandibles. Engrossed in the insects, she observes them. Seeing as nothing is going to happen without some intervention, Trunks mentions to her she would see them better if she moved into the sunlight and out of the shade. Naively she accepts his advice and moves over into the sunlight holding a magnifying glass over the ant nest.
It doesn't take long for the inevitable to happen. The weapon of flaming death is dropped in horror from the little girl's hands. She looks down at the scorching remains of the roasted ant and then abruptly stands up and turns to face Trunks with a face like thunder, or as close as she can get. Looking extremely upset she yells at Trunks for tricking her into doing that and betraying her trust in him. He fails to see this as a big issue and just shrugs it off as a joke. With an exaggerated frown and pout on her face she stomps her feet and says she'll never forgive him for this and immediately turns and starts stomping off away from him and back in the direction she believes the house to be. The son of Vegeta not having any qualms about killing insects flies in front of her and half heartedly apologises to her for her being upset because of his prank. Sasami calls him mean and a bully and sticks her tongue out at him.
Trunks stops flying in front of her and Sasami has to come to a stop otherwise she would walk into him. Sullenly she crosses her arms and continues holding onto this grudge over a single ant. A grin spreads on Trunks' face as another idea comes into his head and Sasami tries to frown harder back to counter his grin. She yelps as suddenly she feels hands around her waist and her feet leaving the floor. Her arms and legs start waving about in protest as she leaves the ground but they soon die down when they breach the tree tops and soar freely above in the sky. Sasami turns her head to look at Trunks, his grin still on his face and he looks down at her. He lets go of her with one arm causing her to panic slightly until with the other he lifts her around him so she can sit upon his back as he flies through the sky. Looking about at the birds they overtake like nothing, little by little the frown starts to fall from her face. Zipping through the sky, diving, twirling and bursting into speeds that make the whole world a blur to her, the two kids fly through the air with the greatest of ease and not before long the gripe about the lone ant are soon forgotten as the young Juraian enjoys herself on the roller-coaster ride of Trunks.
An hour or so passes and a knocking reverberates on the training room door as it is opened and Trunks lets himself in. The son getting a minimal urge from his Saiyan side to do something proactive as he leaves a very happy and windswept Sasami in the care of her elder sister, who is now in the process of brushing her sibling's hair so it is less of a mess. Vegeta acknowledges his son's presence with a glance as he repeatedly triggers his transformation practises a few moves and dashes and then reverts back to his original form to do the same thing. It is tedious and repetitive but that is how mastery of skills is obtained. Trunks decides to copy his dad. Even though he only has the first super Saiyan stage he has not perfected it and so he ascends and descends and such whilst performing the many techniques his father has taught him. After only a few minutes the heinous tedium of this transformation training breaks Trunks' motivation and so as he approaches the central console to activate a simulation or at least some gravity Vegeta moves in the way to intercept his son. He shakes his head at his child. That is not what is on the agenda for today and Vegeta, as loathe as he is to ease up on his training, realises putting his physical body under the strain of gravity or battle will only serve to hamper his training in the long run due to impeding the healing of his leg. Thus he trains in a manner that serves his ki and his efficiency with it when in higher forms.
Trunks leaves the training room. He's not going to just stand around with his hair turning blonde then lavender and back blonde again. The door noisily clangs shut behind him, startling Ayeka sat quietly with her sister. She looks over her shoulder, half in hope that it is Vegeta leaving and she can get a chance to talk to him and question him about Ryoko's plans. It is not Vegeta though but his son, grumbling to himself as he walks off. Muttering about his dad's training being boring now since his injury. At this point Ayeka's inadvertent eavesdropping gains her information she did not have. Sitting up straight and turning to face the child still walking off, she questions Trunks on what he said. The youth looks across to her and repeats himself.
"You mean you didn't know? Ever since that day I fought with dad his leg's been busted up and since I ate the last Senzu bean he's just doing really crappy and boring training now. He won't even spar with me for the small chance his leg might just go crack."
Suddenly Ayeka is stood up and heading towards the training room as Trunks takes her spot on the sofa. Vegeta is not accustomed to, or in favour of, many people knocking on his training room door in quick succession. He can sense who it is and so as he descends down to his base form he splits off a multiform to answer the door as his counterpart ascends to train. Casually opening the door to this unwanted interruption he asks the stern faced royal if now is the time she wishes for him to spend with her.
"Lord Vegeta I command you to cease and desist your training right this second." Straight forward and to the point, the royal orders the Saiyan with a voice that shows she will not compromise on this. Vegeta looks unimpressed by her words and demanding tone of voice. She holds her fair chin up high and stands with perfect posture trying to look down in an authoritative manner at the already short man. He stares back at her with cold eyes.
"If I recall correctly we went over this yesterday, I am not going to tread old ground. Training is-"
" Is what your son says true? Lord Vegeta, tell me that you honestly are not training with a broken leg." A dangerous amount of severity is creeping into her words. She knew he has arrogant to the extreme but this is just being ridiculously pig headed. Vegeta's lack of response is all the answer she needs. She tells him again to stop training and then she sticks her foot in the way of the door sensing his want to slam it shut on her and her concerns for his health. Vegeta simply states back to her that he will continue to train and lifts one hand up and gradually moves it towards Ayeka. He is not going to hit her away, much as his thinning tolerance is urging him to do, and she sees his intentions to try and get her to back away by herself from fear of casual touching. With ice in her eyes she tells him to stop it. Vegeta's rough hand stops and then he makes a small waving motion towards her.
Ayeka cannot move a muscle. She stares angrily at Vegeta as he uses telekinesis to simply move her aside and out of the doorway as he closes it shut on her. He does not want people's sympathy, nor their help or for them to start telling him what is best for himself. That is for him alone to decide and dictate. At the moment of regaining control over her body, Ayeka shivers off the intrusive sense of violation that her body naturally had to being forcefully controlled by another and starts knocking loudly and continuously on the door. Through the porthole she can spy him still in there, reformed and training, purposefully ignoring the noise she makes. Going to open the door herself, she hears his gruff voice through the thick door.
"All I have to do is turn on the gravity to a low level, then how do you plan to prevent me from training."
"Be reasonable, Lord Vegeta. If you are injured then stop damaging your body like this and go and see Washu to get your leg fixed." Ayeka stops pounding on the door and prays her words can reach the logical part of his brain that is not eternally clouded by his pride and ego. She does not want him to be purposefully injuring himself and letting his health deteriorate again like when he training for several days straight. The piercing blue eyes of a third form super Saiyan lock onto her.
"I do not need that depressive's aid. You wouldn't be saying that anyway if you knew the last time I went in there she made an attempt on my life."
"Wait, what do you mean? Why would Miss Washu try such a thing?" Seemingly not going a few seconds before learning something new and shocking, Ayeka is taken aback by this statement. She of course vividly remembers him leaving Washu's lab yesterday and what followed but he never mentioned to her then that a few minutes prior an employee of Jurai was trying to murder him. It just isn't making sense to her anymore, there is too much. She wants him to stop his training and rest, a simple request to anyone but him. She also wants a lot of other things but right now this is her priority, he worried and cared about her health so why should her concerns be treated with such open contempt.
All these raised voices and talk of efforts to kill Vegeta have intrigued Ryoko and summoned her to the room. Hovering behind Ayeka she asks what all this racket is about. Having no want to talk to this person flying above her head, Ayeka still tells Ryoko what she knows in the vain hope that she might be able to help, even as that though of her succeeding where she herself fails repulses her. Ryoko frowns and looks over to the doorway to the lab. She hasn't seen Washu for a while now and it doesn't take any effort on her part to wonder why Washu would snap and want vengeance. Lazily she floats over to the wooden door. Ayeka watches her, not wanting violent reparations to be sought but still her curiosity on this matter of Washu is piqued. Ryoko just shrugs to herself and lands. She already knew about Vegeta's broken leg and if there is an anger filled Washu seeking revenge in the laboratory then that is a place she does not want to be held hostage again. Not being able to say that though to Ayeka she makes up an excuse.
"No point to it. She's probably just some sad, pathetic mess now that Yamcha left her ..." Ryoko's words trail off as she senses something familiar and looks to the front door of the house. Her mouth hangs awkwardly open as someone's arrival forces her to eat her words. Standing there bold as day is Yamcha, returned and changed.
His black rugged mane now trimmed and cut into short spikes, a few covering his face in a sparse fringe. With a sheepish grin on his face, Yamcha steps into the front room with his polished shoes clacking against the wood. Looking very prim and proper he wears a simple short sleeved white business shirt tucked into some plain black suit trousers. Sasami jumps up from the sofa, smiling at this welcome return as she jogs up to Yamcha saying hi. The warrior with the scarred face greets the women and Trunks, the child just nodding in acknowledgement at him and Ayeka politely welcoming him back. Both women freeze though when they hear a deep, dark chuckle coming from inside the training room. Yamcha instinctively takes a step back from Sasami and in a swift motion spins on the spot and pushes a leg aimed for his head away from him. Back-flipping out of the way of the follow through volley of kicks, Yamcha cross blocks a fist aimed for his chest which Vegeta quickly turns into a shoulder barge to knock him off his feet. Both warriors in the air falling over parry and block each others attacks. One vicious elbow coming straight for his jaw causes Yamcha to dodge to the side and then a sharp knee hammers into his solar plexus. The two men who loved Bulma pick themselves up from the floor and stand up beside each other.
"Good to see you too, Vegeta, things been going Ok here?" A slight wince on his face from the punishing blow that winded him, Yamcha amiably greets the Saiyan leering over him.
"You abandoned your responsibility."
"Is Washu in there?" Yamcha nods his head towards Washu's demesne and Vegeta nods back. The desert bandit straightens himself up and takes a deep breath as he faces his lover's door.
"You're a glutton for punishment." Vegeta remarks to Yamcha as he starts walking away towards the two women and his training room where his main self is still training.
"Not as much as you." The two smirk at each other. Vegeta crossing his arms as he stands to watch whether Washu will be a problem he has to deal with again. He spies Ayeka looking down at his legs and he tells her he is fine, Ryoko smiles across and humours his lies. Yamcha grips the doorknob and opens the small door under the stairs. A breathless face greets him.
Not knowing whether she was running to leap into his arms or to slap his face, Washu stands there after having sprinted as fast as she could when realising her man has returned to her. She has rage towards his harsh abandonment of her and how he left her in such a cowardly manner, making her weep for him and herself and yet, she cried because she loves him and still does. His absence left her desperate and lonely and now he is back. Both Yamcha and Washu stand there awkwardly for a few seconds not knowing exactly what to say to the other. As she pants and regains her breath from running, Washu notices Yamcha's eyes open her face and her hair. Her eyes look down in aversion of making eye contact with him and then she sees a few pale strands of hair intertwining her hair fallen across her shoulder. So caught up in his return she completely forgot her body was still in middle-age. She doesn't feel comfortable showing this side of her to Yamcha, not when her mind is whirring trying to think of ways to stop him leaving her again, and hoping against hope he isn't here just to hammer the final nail in the coffin of their relationship. Regressing her body back into its youthful prime, her uncharacteristically quite voice begs the question: why?
Yamcha looks down at his feet. Coming back and seeing her like this is as hard as he thought it would be, the hurt he caused her is so plainly written across her face. He struggles to find his voice and his answer. She looks up at him and asks again and asks why he only left a note for her. He visibly grimaces at her timid questioning and exhales loudly. Raising his face to look at her, he puts on a pained smile for her.
" 'Cos I didn't have the courage to say it to your face." He knows this is by no means a decent excuse but it's all he has. Taking a pause for breath and to gather his words, he tries to make his smile look more sincere and reassuring. Trunks sees this as a conversation not meant for him and disappears. " I had to leave. I needed time, on my own, to think 'bout things."
"About me?"
"Yeah, about us. Recently, I … I'd been having some doubts. I just needed a quiet place to clear my head and think things through properly and so I went to Kame house to think, to think on us." Yamcha feels so guilty admitting this to Washu, and watching as his words cause abject pain to Washu hurts him even more so. There is no way around it though, the truth often causes more pain than any lie could. Washu cannot hold it in anymore, him being here so suddenly and standing there talking to her has broken her. Words of apology spill from her mouth in a convoluted mess, repeating the word sorry over and over again in the vain hope he will forgive her for her mistreatment and abuse of him. She doesn't want to take him or his love for her for granted anymore, she wants a second chance at this and is ready to plead for it if necessary. Yamcha calmly shushes her. He places a hand on her slender shoulder and squeezes gently to reassure her. She starts up again though and begs for him to not leave her and to not go and proclaims her love for him. Yamcha nods at her and kindly smiles back at her.
"I know, Washu, I know." He can see how worked up she is getting and wants to bring things to a close quickly, if he can. Squeezing her shoulder again and savouring the feel of her against his hand, Washu says that she loves him again in a quieter voice. A massive knot of nerves tenses his stomach and threatens to clog his parched throat. " … And that's why ..."
"Washu, will you marry me?" Down on one knee holding out a velvety container he pulled from the back pockets of his trousers, Yamcha proposes to the woman he loves. His hands shake an awful lot as he holds out the ring case and opens it to reveal a gold band embossed with emeralds. All the women in the room gasp, Vegeta looks on in curiosity with an eyebrow raised. For the Saiyan it seems a positive outcome for his training, though he wonders to himself where the basically destitute former sports star acquired such an expensive ring.
Left so utterly and completely speechless, Washu stands with her mouth hanging open and her eyes misting up. She was so expecting him to break up with her and abandon her that never in her wildest dreams did she hypothesise such an outcome could occur. Her legs feel weak, her heart beating a mile a minute and her genius brain going into meltdown. Leaning against the door-frame for support she sees the tender look of affection and caring smile from Yamcha. Clapping her hands over her mouth and the stupid smile on her face, the dams break behind her eyes and she nods and nods and nods. With tears running down her face she accepts his proposal wholeheartedly. The rest of the room in absolute silence as they observe. Both bearing the happiest smiles in the world, Yamcha's nerves die down. He takes the ring from the container and asks for Washu's hand. Thrusting her hand out over-eagerly as she still nods at him, unable to properly comprehend this heaven she has found herself in, Washu lets out a very pleased sound as she watches the cold metal band slip over her ring finger.
" I saw – it, I – Washu … it matches your beautiful eyes." Really struggling with his words as his dream of becoming a husband is finally realised after all those years he first set out on a quest for the dragonballs, Yamcha grins up at his betrothed.
He is about to stand up, but Washu cannot contain herself and doesn't give him a chance. With a ring on her finger, she very firmly embraces her brand new fiancée and cries for him, but this time out of sheer happiness. Yamcha's strong arms wrap themselves around her back as he reciprocates the hug. They both whisper 'I love you' to the other in this tender moment. From behind them Sasami happily congratulates them, as does Mihoshi, now stood with her partner having arrived to the scene for the conclusion. Feeling as though their special moment is getting a bit too crowded, Yamcha stands up whilst still holding onto Washu, lifting her cleanly into the air, a giddy squeal coming from her as she grips onto him tighter. He carries her off into her lab, closing the door behind him so they can enjoy this by themselves and not with everyone watching.