Bra woke up, and streched. Laying in her warm bed, with the golden rays of
sun just touching her eyelids, it took her a minute to remember the events
of the night before. She had been talking to Yamcha at the party, then
there had been a fight with her father, then she'd gone to Yamcha's
apartment, but how had she gotten home?
Oh no! Had Vegeta tracked her ki signal and killed Yamcha?! It couldn't be!
"Vegeta!" she yelled in her half-sleeping state.
"Bra, what's wrong?!" he asked, flying in faster than she could possibly see.
"You killed him, didn't you?! I know you did!"
"Killed who?" he asked inocently, "Bra, who's been killed?!"
"The man I love." she said.
"Kakarot's son? Bra, he's standing out here waiting for you to wake up. He's fine, except maybe a little startled by the scream."
Now fully awake, she realized the foolishness of her actions. He didn't even know. "Oh." she said, blushing, "I guess it was just a bad dream." Her memory went back to the fight, and she glared deep into her fathers dark eyes. She wondered if he would even apologize. She was sure from the look on his face that he wanted to. The question was whether or not his pride would allow it.
"Bra..."
"Yes?" she asked.
"About last night...I...ah...maybe I shouldn't...you know what I mean."
"No I don't." she lied, "You'll have to say it."
He appeared flustered. "You must realize how hard this is for me."
"Does it LOOK like I care?" she asked harshly.
"Don't give me that attitude!" he came close to screaming.
"Screw you." she replied, "How much respect do you expect me to give you? As much as you gave your father?"
His anger showed on his face for a moment. "Stop." he said through clenched teeth.
"Stop what? Isn't this how a Saiyan's supposed to act? Rude? Obnoxious? Disrespectful?"
"Forget it." He walked out.
She smirked in victory. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Bra streched once more, than got dressed.
"Hello, Goten." she said, walking out to greet him. She remembered Yamcha. "Goten, I--"
"There's something really important I need to talk to you about."
"Sorry." She walked past him. "I've got things to do. Can we please talk later?"
"It's pretty important." he persisted.
"Alright, what is it?"
"Well you see...ah..." He blushed, and some sweat appeared on his brow.
"What?"
"I...never mind."
"Alright then." He seemed dissapointed at her lack of interest as she walked to the front step, then started flying. She would tell him later. She arrived at Yamcha's apartment, flying into the window.
She shook him gently. He began mumbling. "Morning, Puar. I had the strangest dream last night about Bra."
"Yamcha." she said gently. "I love you."
He began to open his eyes, and she kissed him hard on the lips. He pushed her off, his eyes wide, screaming, "What the hell?!" He looked at the smirk on her face, then continued, "It wasn't a dream, was it?"
She silently shook her head, and his aura became calm and loving.
"Thank Kami. If I found out that it was only a dream I may have turned to suicide." He smiled.
"Same here." she said. "So how did you sleep?"
"Remarkably well." he answered, then reached his hand behind her head, and kissed her romantically. "It's been so long since I've slept without being haunted by dreams of Bulma." The words were weak and desperate, like those of a starving wanderor put in front of a bufette table. "It's just so hard for me to believe that I'm finally free of that curse. I...I'm speachless."
"No, Yamcha. It's all real. Speak to me. I want to hear you."
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"So, how are you going to deal with Goten?" Yamcha asked, taking a bite from his toast.
"I don't know. He was acting pretty strange this morning.", Bra answered, shoveling down another plate.
"How so?"
"Well, he was acting like he wanted to tell me something. He seemed nervous, then he just stopped."
Yamcha thought a moment. "Oh." he said, "Ah, this could either be good or bad news, but I think I know why he was acting that way." He wore a slightly simpathetic look. "Well, last night, at the party, I saw him talking to Paris. Maybe they're getting back together?" He was at a loss as to how she would react, so he braced himself for anything.
"Well...I guess that's good news. No big break up, right? Just an agreement."
He sighed. "Yeah, definately. So...are you planning to make this agreement any time soon?"
"Yeah...I should get this over with, shouldn't I?" She got up. "I think that he's at Goku's house. Wanna' come?"
"I...ah...don't know if that would be such a good idea."
"Oh, come on. Your not scared, are ya'?"
"Well, no...." She grabbed him by the arm, and began flying very quickly toward the Son's residence. "How about that." he said as they flew.
"What?"
"I work hard all my life to become the second strongest human in history, and I still end up with a girlfriend who can kick my ass." She smirked, and gripped harder. "Ow!"
The touched don about fifty feet from the house. "You can follow me in, or watch from out here."
"I'm fine right here, thanks."
She giggled , and ran to the door as Yamcha hid in a bush. He heard thier voices.
"Oh, Bra, hi." Goten said.
"Hello." Bra replied, "I'll just get to the point. You see, I know why you were acting strange this morning, and I totally agree."
"You do?!" Goten beamed happily, and put his right hand into his coat pocket.
"Yeah. I can understand perfectly if you want to get back together with Paris, because I've found someone else too."
The smile melted from Goten's face. "Wh-what? What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about us moving on from eachother. Don't be jealous. You won't be alone, so what are you worried about? You'll have Paris, and I'll have-- ...this older man, right?"
For a moment, Goten seemed to be in a state of shock. "By older, do you mean older than you, or older than me?"
"Older then you. Much older then you. Goten, I'm deeply in love."
Goten then wore what was obviously a very forced smile, and said weakly, "Well, I'm very happy for you."
He seemed to grip down on an object in the pocket of his tuxedo, then just let his arm go limp. Why would he be wearing a tuxedo? Oh god!
Suddenly, a horrible memory entered his mind, a memory of he and Bulma's breakup, and of a part of it that he hadn't had the heart to tell Bra...
~Flashback~
"Wow, Yamcha, you sure you and Bulma are ready for this?"
"Definately, Puar." he said, straitening his tie, "I've been ready to do this for a little over a year now. Infact, I was going to ask her the day that purple-haired guy showed up, but I got too nervous, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. You were shaking in your boots."
They both chuckled. "But now I'm ready. I'm finally going to ask for her hand in marriage."
"It's so sweet." Puar said, "Bulma's coming soon, right?"
"She should be here any minute."
They heard the doorbell ring. "Goodluck, my friend." Puar said.
"Thanks." Yamcha took a deep breath, then walked toward the door. He opened it. "Hi, Bul--...Oh, hello." he said to the attractive young blond woman standing outside his door.
"Oh this really is your house!" she beamed, "It took me forever to find this address! Can I have your autogragh?!"
"Well, I'm expecting company..."
"Please, Mr. Yamcha! It'll only take a minute, and it would mean so much to me!", she pleaded.
"Well...what harm could it do?"
"Yeah! But I don't have anything for you to sign. Do you have a picture or something?" she asked.
"I don't keep pictures of myself, but I have some paper in the back. Come on in, and have a seat. I'll go get it."
"Wow! I get to go inside Yamcha's home!"
Yamcha walked into his bedroom, and he heard the door open. "I heard a woman's vioce in here-- Yamcha? Who are you?!" he heard Bulma's voice say.
He ran out. "Bulma, hi. How--"
"Who is this?!", she demanded.
"Maybe I should go.", the girl said, running out the door.
"Yeah, Maybe you should, you little slut!" Bulma yelled, "And as for you..!" she said, walking closer to Yamcha, "You sicken me. After a ten year relationship, you still do things like this?!!! I thought you were serious about me!!!"
"I am, Bulma. This isn't what it looks like, honest. She just came to get my autogragh." he said in fear.
"Bull shit!!! You honestly expect me to believe that?!!! You are pathetic."
"But I'm telling the truth, Bulma. I love you."
"Then find a better way to show it!!!" When he didn't respond, she said "Come to see me in a year. If my anger at you dies by then, I'll get back together with you. Go to train with Goku or something. I have plenty of BETTER company right back at Capsule Corp."
"Honey..."
"One year, Yamcha, one year." She left.
One year later...
Yamcha stood on the front step of Capsule Corp. He held twelve red roses. He always brought roses when he came to see Bulma. "Okay, she can't still be mad at you." he said to himself. He felt to make sure that the ring box was still in his pocket, then rang the bell.
Bulma's mother appeared, and gave him a big smile. "Yamcha dear, long time no see."
"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Briefs." he said, as she let him in.
"Bulma, you have a visitor!" she yelled, and Bulma appeared.
"Oh, hello, Yamcha." she said without a touch of anger. He handed her the roses he'd bought for her, and she smiled, and took them. "Thankyou, Yamcha. They're beautiful." she said.
"So, your not mad at me anymore?"
"Ofcoarse not. I have way too much to worry about to hold a little grudge like that. I have the company, and the new baby--"
"Baby?!" he asked. He noticed a child crying in the distence. Could it be possible that it was his?!
"Yeah. Little Trunks is only a few months old, but he's already showing signs of being as strong as his father."
"His?!" Yamcha asked, feeling a warm feeling invade his heart. 'I have a son.', he thought, smiling.
"Woman, the kid's screaming again!" he heard a harsh voice say from the back of the house. Vegeta came in, holding a child with purple-ish hair. How dare that horrible Saiyan monster touch his son?!
Bulma sighed. "Your going to have to take some responsibility. I'm not his only parent."
"Ofcoarse--" Yamcha began, before Bulma cut him off.
"He's your son too, Vegeta."
Yamcha felt as if a knife was being ripped from the pit of his stomach to the core of his heart. He felt his breathing thicken, and began unknowingly shaking his head from side to side. He stepped backward, and tripped. He knew already that he ahd tears in his eyes. He would've flown out, but he felt frozen in place, too shocked to move. "Bulma...?"
"Yes, Yamcha?"
"You...? And Vegeta...?" The tears poured from his eyes, unstoppable.
"I'm sorry, Yamcha, but I'm in love." she said, "I hope we can still be friends."
He turned his damp eyes toward the Saiyan prince. He had been wearing a scowl, but now, looking on at Yamcha's disgaceful display of emotions, his lips curled into a meniacle smirk. That bastard!
"So, Yamcha," Bulma said, "I hope you can forgive me. I really want to stay friends."
He got up. "Bulma, I just have to say this one more time: I love you, and I always will. Never forget that."
He flew out, and went strait to his bed. Shuving his face into the pillow, and holding the engagement ring in his hand, he told himself that it was all a dream, that he would wake up in this very bed and find that none of this was real.
He never awoke. It was not a dream, simply a nightmare that would haunt him for nearly fourty years...
~End Flashback~
"So," Bra said, "We can still be friends?"
"Yes." Goten said, "And Bra?"
"Hm?"
"I'll always love you."
What those Briefs women did to a man was unreal, Yamcha thought. He was the Vegeta this time. He just hoped that Goten could find another girl someday, beacause there would be no getting Bra back now.
Bra walked to Yamcha. "Well, that was easy." she said, giving him a quick kiss. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he answered.
"Good, then lets go home."
"Mm-hm." As they flew, he looked back at Goten one last time. He sat on the couch next to his father, just stairing at the ring. Goku seemed to be trying to cheer him up, but Goku couldn't help his son now. No one could.
Oh no! Had Vegeta tracked her ki signal and killed Yamcha?! It couldn't be!
"Vegeta!" she yelled in her half-sleeping state.
"Bra, what's wrong?!" he asked, flying in faster than she could possibly see.
"You killed him, didn't you?! I know you did!"
"Killed who?" he asked inocently, "Bra, who's been killed?!"
"The man I love." she said.
"Kakarot's son? Bra, he's standing out here waiting for you to wake up. He's fine, except maybe a little startled by the scream."
Now fully awake, she realized the foolishness of her actions. He didn't even know. "Oh." she said, blushing, "I guess it was just a bad dream." Her memory went back to the fight, and she glared deep into her fathers dark eyes. She wondered if he would even apologize. She was sure from the look on his face that he wanted to. The question was whether or not his pride would allow it.
"Bra..."
"Yes?" she asked.
"About last night...I...ah...maybe I shouldn't...you know what I mean."
"No I don't." she lied, "You'll have to say it."
He appeared flustered. "You must realize how hard this is for me."
"Does it LOOK like I care?" she asked harshly.
"Don't give me that attitude!" he came close to screaming.
"Screw you." she replied, "How much respect do you expect me to give you? As much as you gave your father?"
His anger showed on his face for a moment. "Stop." he said through clenched teeth.
"Stop what? Isn't this how a Saiyan's supposed to act? Rude? Obnoxious? Disrespectful?"
"Forget it." He walked out.
She smirked in victory. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Bra streched once more, than got dressed.
"Hello, Goten." she said, walking out to greet him. She remembered Yamcha. "Goten, I--"
"There's something really important I need to talk to you about."
"Sorry." She walked past him. "I've got things to do. Can we please talk later?"
"It's pretty important." he persisted.
"Alright, what is it?"
"Well you see...ah..." He blushed, and some sweat appeared on his brow.
"What?"
"I...never mind."
"Alright then." He seemed dissapointed at her lack of interest as she walked to the front step, then started flying. She would tell him later. She arrived at Yamcha's apartment, flying into the window.
She shook him gently. He began mumbling. "Morning, Puar. I had the strangest dream last night about Bra."
"Yamcha." she said gently. "I love you."
He began to open his eyes, and she kissed him hard on the lips. He pushed her off, his eyes wide, screaming, "What the hell?!" He looked at the smirk on her face, then continued, "It wasn't a dream, was it?"
She silently shook her head, and his aura became calm and loving.
"Thank Kami. If I found out that it was only a dream I may have turned to suicide." He smiled.
"Same here." she said. "So how did you sleep?"
"Remarkably well." he answered, then reached his hand behind her head, and kissed her romantically. "It's been so long since I've slept without being haunted by dreams of Bulma." The words were weak and desperate, like those of a starving wanderor put in front of a bufette table. "It's just so hard for me to believe that I'm finally free of that curse. I...I'm speachless."
"No, Yamcha. It's all real. Speak to me. I want to hear you."
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"So, how are you going to deal with Goten?" Yamcha asked, taking a bite from his toast.
"I don't know. He was acting pretty strange this morning.", Bra answered, shoveling down another plate.
"How so?"
"Well, he was acting like he wanted to tell me something. He seemed nervous, then he just stopped."
Yamcha thought a moment. "Oh." he said, "Ah, this could either be good or bad news, but I think I know why he was acting that way." He wore a slightly simpathetic look. "Well, last night, at the party, I saw him talking to Paris. Maybe they're getting back together?" He was at a loss as to how she would react, so he braced himself for anything.
"Well...I guess that's good news. No big break up, right? Just an agreement."
He sighed. "Yeah, definately. So...are you planning to make this agreement any time soon?"
"Yeah...I should get this over with, shouldn't I?" She got up. "I think that he's at Goku's house. Wanna' come?"
"I...ah...don't know if that would be such a good idea."
"Oh, come on. Your not scared, are ya'?"
"Well, no...." She grabbed him by the arm, and began flying very quickly toward the Son's residence. "How about that." he said as they flew.
"What?"
"I work hard all my life to become the second strongest human in history, and I still end up with a girlfriend who can kick my ass." She smirked, and gripped harder. "Ow!"
The touched don about fifty feet from the house. "You can follow me in, or watch from out here."
"I'm fine right here, thanks."
She giggled , and ran to the door as Yamcha hid in a bush. He heard thier voices.
"Oh, Bra, hi." Goten said.
"Hello." Bra replied, "I'll just get to the point. You see, I know why you were acting strange this morning, and I totally agree."
"You do?!" Goten beamed happily, and put his right hand into his coat pocket.
"Yeah. I can understand perfectly if you want to get back together with Paris, because I've found someone else too."
The smile melted from Goten's face. "Wh-what? What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about us moving on from eachother. Don't be jealous. You won't be alone, so what are you worried about? You'll have Paris, and I'll have-- ...this older man, right?"
For a moment, Goten seemed to be in a state of shock. "By older, do you mean older than you, or older than me?"
"Older then you. Much older then you. Goten, I'm deeply in love."
Goten then wore what was obviously a very forced smile, and said weakly, "Well, I'm very happy for you."
He seemed to grip down on an object in the pocket of his tuxedo, then just let his arm go limp. Why would he be wearing a tuxedo? Oh god!
Suddenly, a horrible memory entered his mind, a memory of he and Bulma's breakup, and of a part of it that he hadn't had the heart to tell Bra...
~Flashback~
"Wow, Yamcha, you sure you and Bulma are ready for this?"
"Definately, Puar." he said, straitening his tie, "I've been ready to do this for a little over a year now. Infact, I was going to ask her the day that purple-haired guy showed up, but I got too nervous, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. You were shaking in your boots."
They both chuckled. "But now I'm ready. I'm finally going to ask for her hand in marriage."
"It's so sweet." Puar said, "Bulma's coming soon, right?"
"She should be here any minute."
They heard the doorbell ring. "Goodluck, my friend." Puar said.
"Thanks." Yamcha took a deep breath, then walked toward the door. He opened it. "Hi, Bul--...Oh, hello." he said to the attractive young blond woman standing outside his door.
"Oh this really is your house!" she beamed, "It took me forever to find this address! Can I have your autogragh?!"
"Well, I'm expecting company..."
"Please, Mr. Yamcha! It'll only take a minute, and it would mean so much to me!", she pleaded.
"Well...what harm could it do?"
"Yeah! But I don't have anything for you to sign. Do you have a picture or something?" she asked.
"I don't keep pictures of myself, but I have some paper in the back. Come on in, and have a seat. I'll go get it."
"Wow! I get to go inside Yamcha's home!"
Yamcha walked into his bedroom, and he heard the door open. "I heard a woman's vioce in here-- Yamcha? Who are you?!" he heard Bulma's voice say.
He ran out. "Bulma, hi. How--"
"Who is this?!", she demanded.
"Maybe I should go.", the girl said, running out the door.
"Yeah, Maybe you should, you little slut!" Bulma yelled, "And as for you..!" she said, walking closer to Yamcha, "You sicken me. After a ten year relationship, you still do things like this?!!! I thought you were serious about me!!!"
"I am, Bulma. This isn't what it looks like, honest. She just came to get my autogragh." he said in fear.
"Bull shit!!! You honestly expect me to believe that?!!! You are pathetic."
"But I'm telling the truth, Bulma. I love you."
"Then find a better way to show it!!!" When he didn't respond, she said "Come to see me in a year. If my anger at you dies by then, I'll get back together with you. Go to train with Goku or something. I have plenty of BETTER company right back at Capsule Corp."
"Honey..."
"One year, Yamcha, one year." She left.
One year later...
Yamcha stood on the front step of Capsule Corp. He held twelve red roses. He always brought roses when he came to see Bulma. "Okay, she can't still be mad at you." he said to himself. He felt to make sure that the ring box was still in his pocket, then rang the bell.
Bulma's mother appeared, and gave him a big smile. "Yamcha dear, long time no see."
"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Briefs." he said, as she let him in.
"Bulma, you have a visitor!" she yelled, and Bulma appeared.
"Oh, hello, Yamcha." she said without a touch of anger. He handed her the roses he'd bought for her, and she smiled, and took them. "Thankyou, Yamcha. They're beautiful." she said.
"So, your not mad at me anymore?"
"Ofcoarse not. I have way too much to worry about to hold a little grudge like that. I have the company, and the new baby--"
"Baby?!" he asked. He noticed a child crying in the distence. Could it be possible that it was his?!
"Yeah. Little Trunks is only a few months old, but he's already showing signs of being as strong as his father."
"His?!" Yamcha asked, feeling a warm feeling invade his heart. 'I have a son.', he thought, smiling.
"Woman, the kid's screaming again!" he heard a harsh voice say from the back of the house. Vegeta came in, holding a child with purple-ish hair. How dare that horrible Saiyan monster touch his son?!
Bulma sighed. "Your going to have to take some responsibility. I'm not his only parent."
"Ofcoarse--" Yamcha began, before Bulma cut him off.
"He's your son too, Vegeta."
Yamcha felt as if a knife was being ripped from the pit of his stomach to the core of his heart. He felt his breathing thicken, and began unknowingly shaking his head from side to side. He stepped backward, and tripped. He knew already that he ahd tears in his eyes. He would've flown out, but he felt frozen in place, too shocked to move. "Bulma...?"
"Yes, Yamcha?"
"You...? And Vegeta...?" The tears poured from his eyes, unstoppable.
"I'm sorry, Yamcha, but I'm in love." she said, "I hope we can still be friends."
He turned his damp eyes toward the Saiyan prince. He had been wearing a scowl, but now, looking on at Yamcha's disgaceful display of emotions, his lips curled into a meniacle smirk. That bastard!
"So, Yamcha," Bulma said, "I hope you can forgive me. I really want to stay friends."
He got up. "Bulma, I just have to say this one more time: I love you, and I always will. Never forget that."
He flew out, and went strait to his bed. Shuving his face into the pillow, and holding the engagement ring in his hand, he told himself that it was all a dream, that he would wake up in this very bed and find that none of this was real.
He never awoke. It was not a dream, simply a nightmare that would haunt him for nearly fourty years...
~End Flashback~
"So," Bra said, "We can still be friends?"
"Yes." Goten said, "And Bra?"
"Hm?"
"I'll always love you."
What those Briefs women did to a man was unreal, Yamcha thought. He was the Vegeta this time. He just hoped that Goten could find another girl someday, beacause there would be no getting Bra back now.
Bra walked to Yamcha. "Well, that was easy." she said, giving him a quick kiss. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he answered.
"Good, then lets go home."
"Mm-hm." As they flew, he looked back at Goten one last time. He sat on the couch next to his father, just stairing at the ring. Goku seemed to be trying to cheer him up, but Goku couldn't help his son now. No one could.