And I'm back. Now we have Bulma enter the picture, and we begin to delve into the plot properly. Please review, but no flaming!
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Chapter 2: The Prince Returns
Not far off of West City was the Capsule Corp business complex, consisting of numerous dome-shaped buildings. One of the buildings had a certain balcony where a floating blue-furred cat was talking to a distressed woman with turquoise hair.
Puar the cat was trying to explain to the heiress of Capsule Corp, Bulma, that she had no clue on Yamcha's whereabouts... not that her arguments did much good.
"Ms. Bulma, you can't expect Lord Yamcha to come back at exactly 4:00 PM," Puar was saying. "His friends might have wanted him to hang out! Or maybe, he wanted to walk home and take his time..."
"He can explain that when he gets there," snorted Bulma, pacing back and forth. Her irritation was quite apparent. "35 minutes past 4... a year gone by, and he still hasn't learned when to get his stupid ass home. He's off somewhere with some slut beneath my nose, I just know it!"
Puar stayed a bit back when she heard that. Nowadays, when Bulma spoke of Yamcha, she always spoke of him in negative terms. It was kind of unnerving, given how they had been together for years. But since Yamcha was brought back after his death, their relationship had been very strained. And Puar saw their bond as a very worn-out rope. It would snap eventually...
"Him and his stupid baseball practice..." Bulma was grumbling. "Always showing off for some stupid girls because of his stupid ego trip, and..." She stomped her foot. "UGH! Just freaking stupid! I oughta call him and give him a piece of my mind...!"
Puar looked on dismayed as Bulma reached into her pocket to get her phone. The cat turned around, hoping to see her Lord Yamcha coming, and thankfully she saw him in the distance.
"Look!" she cried out.
Bulma had gotten her phone out of her pocket by this point. Upon seeing Yamcha flying towards them, she slowly pocketed the device. But there was still a big scowl on her face.
'What kind of excuse might you have this time...?' Bulma was grumbling.
Yamcha descended onto the balcony, wiping some sweat from his brow as he came to greet his cat.
"Hey, Puar!"
"Lord Yamcha," said Puar, smiling, grateful to see he was back. Maybe now, Bulma would calm down. "How was practice?"
"Great," said Yamcha. "Honestly, I can't wait for baseball season. I'm pretty sure me and the Taitans will kill it out there."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will, hotshot. Now where were you?"
Here came Bulma, hands on her hips, and her blue eyes angry and disapproving. Yamcha instantly remembered that he was supposed to come back at 4:00, since Bulma had such a problem with him being gone for too long. He sometimes felt like a kid being scolded for being late to school.
"Hey, Bulma," sighed Yamcha with slight annoyance, turning to his girlfriend. "Sorry I'm late."
"'Sorry' doesn't explain anything, Yamcha," snorted Bulma. "You know the rule, be back at 4:00 o'clock on the dot. You're 35 minutes late."
"I know, I know, but my phone went dead," Yamcha explained, which was the truth. He had forgotten to charge it today. "Anyways, the Coach took us out for drinks, but I left early so I could get back. I kinda lost track of the time without my phone."
The second part was an alibi. He couldn't tell his ex that he had been speaking with another girl, or Bulma would kill him. Despite the fact that Yamcha never did - or for that fact, would never - play hooky on her for another woman, Bulma would most likely hit the ceiling in anger if she knew. Even if it had been a chance meeting, and he was only saying "hello" to the girl he spoke to.
"I swear, nothing out of the ordinary," he said earnestly.
Bulma took in his insistent facial expression, eyeing him as if to detect a lie. Thankfully, he passed the test.
"...alright, I believe you," she conceded, but quickly put her finger to his chest. "But don't do it again. Tomorrow, you come back at 4:00, and on time. You better not come home late again."
"Alright..." grumbled Yamcha. "Alright... I get you..."
As Bulma walked back inside, Yamcha slapped his palm to his face out of annoyance. Usually he was patient with Bulma, but these recent days, he had been getting understandably peeved by Bulma's dominant nature.
'I swear,' grumbled Yamcha. 'Bulma's been more controlling since I came back. It's like she's a dictator on a power trip. No freedom whatsoever. It's bullcrap.'
Whilst he ranted in his mind about the defects of the relationship he had with Bulma, he suddenly began to remember the words of Maron from earlier today, when they walked down the sidewalk...
"If you wanna get someone like her to stop bearing down on you, then be bold."
He tapped the side of his head with his finger when he remembered. Walking inside to the living room of the building, he saw Bulma sitting down to watch television, her mask of anger still plastered on her face.
"Hey, Bulma."
"What now, Yamcha-?"
Yamcha suddenly grabbed Bulma's hand, tugging slightly as if to encourage Bulma to go with him. Bulma's anger transformed into confusion.
"Yamcha?"
Yamcha gave no response as he pulled her off the couch and off towards a more secluded place, preferably with a bed. As Bulma was tugged along, she wondered to herself what could be triggering such behavior. Usually, Yamcha would explain himself on doing something. But why was he...? Where was he taking her?
"Yamcha! Hey! Slow down! Where are we going?!" Bulma asked frantically, nearly falling over a few times from how quickly Yamcha was tugging her. She nearly tripped several times over.
Soon, they reached the destination: Bulma's room. Once inside, Yamcha let go of Bulma's hand and went to lock the door.
"Hang on, Yamcha," Bulma was saying. "What's all this? What are you doing?"
Yamcha answered as such when he finished locking the door: he walked up to Bulma and smothered her in a heated kiss. Bulma was taken off guard by Yamcha's forward attitude, but nevertheless returned the embrace. When Yamcha pulled away, he replied to her inquiry.
"I'm making my move, Bulma," said Yamcha quietly, his voice lowered to a deep, husky tone that made Bulma shiver. "Something I should've done a long time ago..."
Yamcha kissed her again, and this time Bulma was ready for it, taking in the embrace and snaking her arms around her boyfriend's waist. In an instant, they forgot to be mad at one another, sinking into a mutual embrace as they backed towards the bed.
Though Bulma did her best to take control, Yamcha was showing a ferocious dominance that was completely new to her. She ultimately laid back and let Yamcha pin her to the bed. She was finally about to go the next step with her boyfriend...
Yamcha reached for the bottom of her dress and pulled it up, intent on revealing her treasured body. Once lifted over her head, Bulma discarded it by throwing it to the side. They then returned to heated kisses, ravaging each other's mouths with their tongues, intent on making this a very worthwhile experience.
Another pause in their lustful tongue war led to Bulma reaching for his pants, which caused them to part their liplock just so Bulma could see what was underneath. She was quite surprised when she saw Yamcha was very well-endowed. In return, she began to reach for her bra, wanting to return the favor by revealing something enticing to him...
BOOM!
...when an explosion shook the entire Capsule Corp complex!
Bulma accidentally succeeded in removing her bra to show off her breasts, but by this point both were now more shocked than aroused.
"HOLY CRAP!" cried out Yamcha, turning around and nearly tumbling off the bed.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" gasped Bulma, grabbing her bra.
Looking at each other, mortified and having lost much interest in finishing what they were meant to do, they began to reach for their clothes.
"F-Finish this later?" asked Bulma timidly.
"Yeah," mumbled Yamcha in reply, feeling kind of embarrassed that what was supposed to be their first time had been interrupted.
Once having clad themselves once again, Yamcha and Bulma ran outside to find out what exactly the problem was. On the way outside, they were joined by Puar, as well as Bulma's parents, Doctor Briefs and his wife, Panchy.
"Bulma darling!" cried out Doctor Briefs, quickly grabbing his daughter's shoulders. "You alright?!"
"I'm fine," confirmed Bulma, "but what happened?!"
"We don't know," admitted Puar. "All we heard was a huge explosion..."
"We were gonna see ourselves," admitted Yamcha. "Come on, I think it came from back here..." He gestured, and the Briefs family plus Puar followed.
The group scrambled outside to find out the source of the startling explosion behind most of the complex. It was a miracle that none of the buildings had been touched. Having reached the spot of interest, they saw a smoking crater with what appeared to be a spherical space pod with the profile of those used by the Planet Trade Organization. Yamcha, the Briefs family, and Puar were surprised.
"A space pod?" murmered Bulma. "But who from space could be coming here?"
Though everyone else was clueless, Yamcha was able to sense the ki of the one inside the pod. And it was a certain signature that made him twitch in slight worry and irritation.
"I know that ki..."
The smoke was dying down by this point, and the pod's single door was still closed. This changed quickly with the door automatically swinging open, and its occupant stepped out and onto the charred ground beneath him. The figure stepped out of the crater the pod had created, and stepped out.
The man had a look that was easy to remember, with somewhat long black hair that stuck upwards in a somewhat flame-like adornment. His face was permanently contorted into a scowl, with stern features and cold eyes as black as his hair. He was actually somewhat short in stature, about the same height as Bulma (if not an inch taller), and clad in a worn-out uniform of Saiyan armor, which consisted of a blue, tattered body glove, a white chestplate with scratches and tears in the resilient fabric, and stained gloves and boots.
The man was unmistakable to the people in front of him, as all of them had at least caught a glimpse of him two years ago, when they last saw him. Doctor Briefs and Panchy had little expression, while Bulma looked surprised. Puar had a fearful expression, while Yamcha simply stared daggers at him.
"Vegeta?" Bulma was the first to speak up. "Is that you?"
The way she spoke implied that she was a little pleased to see him, which worried Yamcha a bit. Vegeta was one of several men whom Bulma had set lustful eyes upon, and Yamcha felt his insecurities manifest into a worried expression coupled with a small amount of sweat.
Vegeta huffed. "At least someone on this planet isn't too simple-minded to forget my name," he snorted, walking to the group in front of him. "Not as if I care in the slightest..." He dusted off his Saiyan armor. "Has your Super Saiyan hero returned yet?"
"No," Yamcha informed him, with his tone having a hint of harsh feeling towards the Prince. "We haven't seen him two whole years, same as you."
"Wonderful," grunted Vegeta, crossing his arms in annoyance. He had sort of hoped that his arch-nemesis would have returned to his home planet after his disappearance. But again, no luck.
"I just hope you're not back to destroy the planet again," added Yamcha rather viciously.
"Believe me, I'd love to..." said Vegeta smugly, before returning to his usual cold deadpan. "...but this planet is too beneath me to be worthy of my wrath. I came here looking for Kakarot, so I may as well wait here. As you can tell, I haven't had any luck looking for the idiot either."
"And that helps us a great deal... NOT!" snapped Bulma rudely. "Two whole years in space, and you can't find one man?"
"Ki sense only goes so far, woman!" Vegeta shot back. "You can't simply sense the entire galaxy, that's not how it works! Oh, why am I wasting time with an idiot who doesn't know the first thing about how energy works?"
"Hey!" Yamcha stepped up. "Don't talk to Bulma like that!"
"As if you have any power to stop me!" Vegeta said dangerously. "And neither of you should have the nerve to speak to me like th-"
And that was when Panchy casually walked up to Vegeta and took his arm like he were a welcomed guest. Vegeta became stiff from the touch, having not expected the older woman's advance, nor did he predict her rather pleasant words.
"Why don't you come in?" she chirped, seeming cheery as always. "Make yourself at home. I'm sure you're tired after traveling around in space for so long! Besides that, I'm so glad Bulma has more male friends coming around!"
Panchy was just the sort of person who was hardly bothered by anyone or anything, the kind of person who enjoyed showing care and affection, and hardly ever being disturbed by anything. Vegeta himself was taken aback by how cheery she seemed, but shrugged it off. At least she was the first person to actually be respectful to him upon his landing.
Panchy quickly tugged Vegeta along, with her husband coming up to walk alongside them. Yamcha, Bulma and Puar looked on quite surprised as they welcomed him to their abode.
"What just happened?" asked Puar.
"I'm just as lost as you," said a disturbed Bulma. "Shouldn't my parents know all the dangers of welcoming a mass murderer from space into our home?!"
Yamcha, however, was focused on something Panchy had said.
"WHAT DID SHE MEAN, 'MALE FRIENDS?!'" he shouted incredulously.
Bulma and Puar just looked at him and shrugged.
"By now, I have no idea," murmered Puar.
"Who cares?" grumbled Bulma. "We pretty much have a new job until Goku gets back: 'don't make Vegeta mad so that he doesn't blow up the planet.' Good luck on that," she added sarcastically as she followed her parents.
As Yamcha and Puar decided to follow, the desert bandit felt that his mind was all aflame from everything that had just happened in the past 10 minutes. Not only was he a little worried on how all his friends would react to Vegeta having returned to Planet Earth, but he was also a great deal frustrated due to the fact that, though unintentional, the Saiyan Prince had prevented him from doing the deed with Bulma.
He had been cock-blocked by Vegeta.
'Pfft...' grumbled Yamcha in his mind. 'So much for being bold.'
Irritated and blue-balled, the desert bandit followed his girlfriend inside, with Puar floating behind him. The hopeful feeling he had felt rise within him earlier from attempting to bed Bulma had been mercilessly stepped on, and it was all thanks to a returning foe.
Over the course of an hour, Vegeta began to settle in, with Panchy catering to his every whim. Bulma's mom was known for making people feel welcome, after all. Of course, it was possible that Vegeta didn't feel welcome at all, simply satisfied with how she was treating him. Yamcha and Puar, however, were welcome, as thanks to Panchy, they didn't have to directly deal with Vegeta themselves.
At one point, Vegeta finally went to the shower, having been politely told by Panchy that he needed to rid himself of his smell. Had Bulma tried and told him that, she'd have gone out of her way to be rude about how much he reeked. Though, as she watched Vegeta make for the shower, she felt as if she had to admit something.
"I wonder what his big deal is," she pondered aloud to Yamcha as they sat together at a table on a balcony. "He seems like he's had a really rough time... I mean, think about his life. Frieza had him and the last of the Saiyans as slaves, and his life has been borderline torture. No wonder he's grumpy..."
"You don't really think you can help redeem him," snorted Yamcha. "He's the reason I died."
"And we all know he only cares about killing Goku and being immortal..." added Puar grimly.
"Oh, trust me," said Bulma with look of pure disgust. "I'm not even gonna try and make him see the errors of his ways. He's a total bastard."
"Agreed," said Yamcha grimly.
"Yeah, we don't need him here," chimed in Puar. "I wish Goku were here so he could get rid of him."
"Oh, come now, he can't be that bad," said a cheery Panchy, walking up to the three. "You have to tell me more about this Vegeta person."
"Ugh..." snorted Bulma. "Mom, don't you remember that city that got glassed two years back? Vegeta's big friend did that. Then Vegeta himself, he tried to blow Earth up. He's a total..." She made to say something vulgar in reference to Vegeta, but refrained at the last second. "...yeah," she finished simply, before continuing. "We actually met face-to-face on Namek, and he took that alien Dragon Ball I had, saying he'd do horrible things to me if I didn't hand it over. Complete jerk, through and through."
"Maybe all he needs is a little companionship," said Panchy calmly, not missing a beat. She was optimistic to the point that sometimes she refused to see evil in anyone. "Besides, he seems rather nice when he's all calmed down..."
"Mrs. Briefs," interjected Yamcha. "Not to sound rude, but that guy in there, along with his big friend - who is dead, by the way - they were the reason me and my other friends were dead for a while."
"And he wants to kill Goku," added Puar. "Or at least... he wanted to. Of course, he can't now, since Goku's the Super Saiyan of legend... but he's still not a nice person."
"Understatement," Bulma said viciously. "He's killed countless people on his mad quest to become immortal..."
"Not to mentioned he so cock-blocked me," sulked Yamcha in a whisper, which was unintentionally overheard by Bulma.
"You say something, Yamcha?" Bulma inquired.
"Nothing," replied Yamcha quickly, looking away as if oblivious.
Bulma supposed that it was nothing of importance and returned gaze to her mother.
"OK, sure, he helped us a little bit on Namek," said Bulma, "but that was it. He still cares about no one other than himself."
"Oh dear," replied Panchy insistently. "Give him time, I'm sure he'll be more than willing to be more open."
Yamcha and Puar snickered at that outlandish possibility. To them, Hell would freeze over long before Vegeta chose to become a good person. Bulma seemed to agree, shaking her head and frowning.
Just at that moment, Vegeta exited the shower, quite irate. He was completely naked, revealing his ridiculously toned body. He had no towel. The only thing that was shielding his unmentionables was a pink shirt he was holding in front of him. It had embroidered on the back the words, "BAD MAN."
"Oh, Vegeta!" said Panchy cheerfully, not registering with the fact that he was stark naked in front of her. "You've finished!"
Her mother didn't notice, but Bulma suddenly found herself blushing immensely at the sight of the Saiyan Prince without apparel. He was almost unrealistically chiseled in every single way, and this sight made her eyes lock on. But then she realized what was going on, and she quickly shook her head.
'The Hell are you staring at?!' Bulma berated herself in her mind. 'You have no business looking at him! You're with Yamcha!' She reinforced this thought by shouting out-loud at Vegeta, "Why don't you put some damn clothes on?!"
Yamcha seemed to catch on, looking quite uneasy as he had seen Bulma staring. Here she went again with that 'bad boy' attraction that she used to have for him long ago...
"As if I should wear this!" snapped back Vegeta. "Whose idea was it to give me a pink shirt?!"
"Oh, that's my husband's, actually," explained Panchy. "He doesn't wear it anymore, and it was the only size that could fit you..."
"Are you telling me that men are accustomed to wearing feminine colors?!" blurted out Vegeta incredulously, which prompted Yamcha, Bulma and Puar to burst out in quiet hysterics at his expense. "What kind of strange culture...?"
"Real men are known for wearing pink," Panchy explained. "It means they have a great deal of confidence. You'll get used to it eventually."
"Men in pink..." mumbled Vegeta, observing the shirt with apprehension. "How bizarre..."
"Oh, believe me," tittered Panchy. "You'll attract a lot of attention with a shirt like that. Don't you want the ladies to notice?"
"Not really," answered Vegeta flatly.
Panchy gently ushered him back into the bathroom to help him get dressed and try to assuage any type of concern that Vegeta might have about wearing a less masculine color. Bulma, meanwhile, had been doing her best to look away.
'Control yourself, Bulma,' she thought to herself sternly. 'Remember what he did. He got Yamcha killed. Besides, it's not like he'll stay long. Goku will either drive him off or kill him. Either way, you won't have to deal with him.'
Yamcha watched her in her thought process, concern and suspicion tracing his features. Though he felt a little pessimistic, he was nevertheless hoping against hope that she wasn't into his killer. Sure, it sounded a crazy thought, but it wouldn't be the first time she started staring at a man with bedroom eyes.
'Dammit,' Yamcha cursed in his mind. 'This happens every time someone like Vegeta enters the picture. Bulma starts staring. Man, and I was just trying to fix my relationship with Bulma!'
He got up from the table rather abruptly, which prompted Bulma to ask, "Where are you off to?"
"I'm gonna go chill," explained Yamcha dismissively. "Come on, Puar..."
Puar did not question, following Yamcha as they left to go inside. Bulma had a look on her face that seemed to wonder what was up with Yamcha as he left, as if trying to discern what had suddenly made him so surly...
Later on that day, Yamcha found himself fishing through the refrigerator for some milk. His mind was still clouded with great annoyance and resentment.
This wasn't new to him, after all. Bulma had always had some kind of affinity for "bad boys." And sadly, it had been years since he could be called that. When he had first met Goku and Bulma, he was cold and deceptive, having his way with any unfortunates who dared to wonder into the Diablo Desert. His only really humorous trait was that he was scared of girls, having no knowledge on how to interact with the opposite gender as he had grown up in the desert by himself. The only female he knew was Puar, but she didn't count as she was a cat. It was the legit human women that he felt himself grow extremely timid around. When he became a friend to Goku and boyfriend to Bulma, he became less afraid, but still a great deal bashful around the opposite gender. But even this insecurity was one of several things that had kept their dysfunctional relationship to going any further than dates.
And that wasn't even the worst part. Because of Bulma's love for darker individuals, it seemed that every time she looked at a man, it was an upgrade from Yamcha. She had swooned at the name "Jackie Chun," who had turned out to be Master Roshi, the Turtle Master, in disguise. Then, during the battle with the Red Ribbon Army, she attempted to seduced the masculine General Blue. This only failed because the Red Ribbon officer was disgusted by women in general and was homosexual. And when Yamcha was dead alongside Tien, Chiaotzu and Piccolo, he had heard about how Bulma had suddenly become flustered in the presence of Zarbon, one of the top henchmen of the tyrannical Lord Frieza. That attraction ended with Zarbon revealed his hideous transformed state, only to be killed by Vegeta. And lo and behold, she had formed an attraction for aforementioned Saiyan Prince as well.
What made Yamcha sick was that for every time that Bulma went and dangled on the cheating edge, she always yelled at him for doing the exact same thing she did. But Yamcha was as loyal to her as a soldier would be to his country. He loved Bulma dearly, and would never do anything to make her think he would betray her. But really, he felt like he had to restrain a lot of anger whenever Bulma reprimanded him for cheating when she danced on that narrow line all day long. There was one time when he was confronted by a Red Ribbon spy who had attempted to steal a Dragon Ball from him by posing as a fortuneteller. It had ended with a box to the face from Bulma, who caught them together and thought he was kissing the spy, when in fact he was petrified with fear.
OK, so maybe their relationship hadn't been the best. But they worked things out a great deal in the past, and were still together.
And yet...
"Are you trying to accomplish something by sticking your head into a refrigerator?"
'Great.'
Yamcha found the milk at last and quickly extricated himself from the fridge to look at Vegeta, leaning against the wall and giving him a smug grin that was guaranteed to infuriate him.
"Any particular reason you showed up?" asked Yamcha coldly. "Or are you just here to be sour?"
Vegeta scoffed. "As if I would have any other reason for being on this boring ball of dirt other that waiting for Kakarot... but I can say I remember you."
Yamcha didn't roll his eyes in real life, but he did so mentally.
"You were the man who took on each one of our Saibamen and destroyed them," said Vegeta, with a hint of admiration. "That was an impressive feat... for a human."
"And yet I feel as if you don't think that much of me," said Yamcha in response. Given this was Vegeta, he would most likely follow the compliment up with an insult or a detriment.
"Of course not," snorted Vegeta with a hint of laughter. "Just because you're strong for a human didn't mean it was enough to show anything new to a Saiyan. Given how easily you fell to Nappa..."
"Hey, I lasted longer than Chiaotzu!" said Yamcha defensively, before face-palming himself in front of his adversary. 'Nice going, Yamcha... nice comeback...'
This brought him back to that absolutely infuriating day the Saiyans landed on Planet Earth. During that fight, he and the other humans were fighting a losing battle against Nappa, who was Vegeta's right-hand man. At one point, Nappa threw a deadly blast at Krillin, but Yamcha, not having enough time to deflect the blast with one of his own, jumped in front of Krillin. He took the bullet, and the blast put his body in a smoking crater. He felt lucky that he survived up to then, but he was still slain in the fight. It could've been worse, though. Before they fought Nappa, the last Saibaman he fought lunged at him and tried to grab him. Yamcha evaded, and watched the creature explode not seconds after. He had been lucky, as being killed by such a weak creature would've been much more embarrassing than what Nappa did to him.
"Sure..." Vegeta sneered at Yamcha's rather empty comeback. "Maybe you did live longer than one of your friends. But you can't change what is fact. Regardless of whether you fight or not, I'll always be the Alpha and Omega. And you... the only good way to describe you is 'Beta Male.'"
Yamcha felt as if a droplet of water could come in contact with his skin and it would dissipate into vapor. That was how absolutely pissed he was at the moment. He wanted to lunge forward and punch that look right off Vegeta's smug, insufferable face, but he knew how strong Vegeta was. His strength was far eclipsed by that of the Prince of Saiyans, and safe to say, he was somewhat intimidated by him.
But that didn't stop a great well of defiance from springing up within him.
"So?" Yamcha inquired rhetorically. "What if I'm not the best there is? Because as far as I know, you'll always be a Beta Male yourself... to Goku."
Vegeta dangerously froze up. Yamcha, however, wasn't done.
"So maybe I am weak compared to you," the desert bandit continued. "Maybe you could pound the hell out of me right now, and it'd be easy for you. But I'm not scared of you, Prince. And I know for a fact that you'll never truly be the Alpha and Omega. As long as Goku's still alive, you'll always play second fiddle to him. Just like the rest of us."
Vegeta was left shocked and speechless by the nerve of the human in front of him. How shocked he was that a human of all things would dare to speak to him this way! His fists were balled up as he entertained the want to break the desert bandit's neck with a punch... but he decided against it. Such a meager life-form was below his wrath.
"Just because I'm impressed by your gall," Vegeta snarled, "I'll let that slide."
He turned around and looked to leave the room, fuming. Before reaching the door, he stopped to say something else.
"But mark my words," the Saiyan Prince grumbled. "I won't tolerate such insolence next time."
"Sure, whatever," said Yamcha casually. "By the way, you look good in pink... at least you're confident about yourself."
Vegeta seethed furiously and stormed out, cursing his shirt and tugging at it with irate ferocity. Yamcha smiled with triumphant satisfaction as the agitated Saiyan took his leave, deciding that what he'd said was a much better comeback.
And there we are. Chapter 2 is out.
Safe to say, there have been a lot of plans written up for this story, to be perfectly honest. This all started with a roleplay on Discord with Childhood Enigma, and I decided that I just had to start writing.
And no, not everything you see here will be from just the anime. Expect to see some movie stuff, too. Cooler and his Armored Squad will most certainly make an appearance, as will the Big Gete Star, the three experimental Androids, Doctor Raichi and Hatchiyack, Bojack and the Galaxy Warriors, Janemba, and Hirudegarn. To be honest, I have only seen the movie versions of Battle of Gods and Resurrection "F," but not anything from Super. I will have to see the storylines of Champa and Zamasu as well, but I most likely will not include the Tournament of Power because of plot reasons. But yes, Canon Broly (and Chirai and Lemo) will still appear. I might also add some GT stuff, as while the plot had some... lackluster stuff, the villains were quite intriguing, and I might place the events of GT between Z and Super for power level reasons. I really don't know.
Anyways, with that said, I hope you can expect a great deal of interesting stuff in the future. I'll try my best with this fic, as someone has gotta give Yamcha something in life.
That's all I gotta say. And with that, I'll see you next update.
Sky-Kaiser out.
