"Please try to understand, Yamcha. You've been there, seen the orange sky. I missed the blue sky, and the fresh air. I wanted to come home for so long, it's like a dream now that I'm here." She said. He nodded; he did know what she meant, he hated the oppressive atmosphere there. He and all the others had been back quite a few times while Raimi was gone, and they all agreed that the place was like a nightmare. He could hardly imagine staying there for a whole year.
"Did you have any fun there? I mean, weren't there any nice people? Did you like your Sensei?" Yamcha asked, and winced as her realized too late that Raimi probably didn't want to talk about it. However, Raimi chuckled and squeezed his hand again.
"Yes, I did enjoy some of it. The commoners were nice, I guess. And I loved my Sensei, he was amazing. You and Kurilin would have liked him too. It was the King and the Prince who were the most trouble..." She said, and Yamcha felt her fingers tremble as she mentioned them. He moved closer, and put his arm around her shoulders. Raimi stiffened, then forced herself to relax. She wasn't used to anyone touching her in a kind way. She leaned her head on Yamcha's shoulder, and sighed.
"This is so different for me now. They are so cold and distant. I never saw a loving touch shared, or heard kind words among the warriors. They were killing machines." She told him quietly. Yamcha felt sorry for her, she must have been frightened in this hostile environment. He wondered about the King and Prince she had mentioned. He debated about asking her about them.
"Raimi, why are you so upset, so wrecked? What did you talk to Kami about?" He asked; that conversation had baffled him.
"Why am I so wrecked? I found out why the Saiyans were destroyed. The two coming here are the last of their kind. Only they, Goku and I remain...Thousands, maybe millions of Saiyans, all killed at once. And I'm the one who caused it." Her voice was flat, and she looked away as she spoke. Yamcha shook his head, wanting to reassure her.
"You must be wrong. Kurilin said it was a comet, he told us what that Radish guy said. You caused a comet to kill all the Saiyans?" Yamcha said softly. Raimi laughed bitterly.
"Raditz didn't know the truth. I DO. But, it's not something I can change anymore. Kami-sama is right, anyway. It really is no great loss, I guess. They were so, so perverted. I don't mean etchi, I mean just evil. Oh, I have to stop this! Tell me about yourself, something I wouldn't know?" She asked. Yamcha laughed, and told her his life story, about his early training, and his fear of women that had driven him into the desert.
"I mean, if Pu'ar became a woman, I'd freeze! She is my best friend, and I freaked out anyway! I was hopeless. Then, I met Bulma, and she cured me." His voice got soft as he said her name. Raimi smiled at this.
"So why do you two break-up all the time? I mean, I know you always go looking at other girls, and spend what little money you get on the wrong things. Don't get huffy, Yamcha, you know it's true! Why don't you settle down, and be faithful to Bulma?" Raimi questioned. Yamcha surprised her by taking his time to answer.
"I feel like I owe myself some time to find out about girls. I hardly know how to flirt, you know."
"You flirt with me just fine." Raimi purred, and laughed when he jerked, stiffening next to her. She could see the glow from his blush even as she looked away from him. Raimi looked up at him with a mischievous expression, and Yamcha smiled in response. They admitted silently the attraction they felt to each other. She relaxed against his shoulder, leaning her head against his. They sat quietly like that as they watched the sunset.
It was decided to let Raimi recover for a week or so, so Kami-sama took her to Capsule Corp. where she could be away from the ongoing training. Bulma was delighted at this visit. She was only stopping by to get some clothes, since she was staying at the Kame house until the battle was over.
"We found all the Dragonballs already! Master Roshi had to help me, since that Hentai Oolong was scared to go! I made him help of course, and Pu'ar was with us too. But it went rather smoothly, for a Dragonball hunt." Bulma told her as she dug through her closet for what she wanted. Raimi laughed as Bulma explained how Roshi had had to fight off a gang of Amazons who had the seven star ball. He had tried to surrender and trade his body for the ball, but the women had just gaped at him in disbelief, and then attacked. His enjoyment in that fight was obvious to Oolong and Bulma, as he "accidentally" kept touching them in etchi ways. After Bulma got the ball from its hiding place, they beat a retreat, with the Amazons screaming in horror at Roshi's etchi behavior. By the time Bulma was done, they both were on the floor, sides aching as they laughed.
"He's soooo pleased with himself, but he still wishes they had just traded! After all, they don't know what they are missing!" Bulma gasped. Raimi shook her head. She couldn't speak, the image of Roshi molesting those women while pretending to fight was easy to see in her mind. Of course Roshi wouldn't really hurt them, but still...
"Hey, wanna go shopping? That hair needs a trim, and I'm sure you're hungry." Bulma offered. Raimi nodded and they set out.
Raimi was dizzy at the pace Bulma kept while shopping. They looked at clothes for Raimi mostly, though of course, Bulma saw many things she wanted too. Then they went to Bulma's favorite day spa, where Raimi was subjected to many treatments for her battle-toughened skin, wild hair, and sadly neglected nails. Bulma sat through all of them with her, clucking and tsking over Raimi's deplorable state.
But now, after a trim to her hair, and the other conditioning for her skin and nails, Raimi looked ready for a date, not a battle. They had lunch at a Japanese restaurant, which made sense since Capsule Corp was in Japan, or Chikyu-sei's equivalent. Raimi was able to find out that Goku's family lived in the equivalent of China (A short drive across the peninsula), and Roshi's island was off the coast of this China. She was caught up on the happenings here while she was gone, which wasn't much. She had only been gone six weeks, though Bulma admitted that Raimi's hair had a year's growth added to it.
"Hey, Roshi! Look who's come to visit!" Bulma yelled as they staggered in the door, burdened down with stuff in bags. Unfortunately, not everyone offered to capsulize one's purchases, and they had made lots of purchases. Oolong and Pu'ar came into the room as Raimi and Bulma collapsed on the couch.
"Hey, it's Raimi!" Pu'ar said, and latched onto her. Raimi laughed and cuddled her tiny body to her.
"Yamcha says hello, Pu'ar. Hello Oolong, get out of that bag." Oolong had found the bag that had Raimi's new lingerie in it, and was sniffing it. He jumped back and grinned innocently. Bulma glared at him, warning him to not try it with her stuff. Roshi wandered in and greeted them.
"Hello Roshi. I hear you been enjoying the Dragonball hunt." Raimi drawled slowly. He blushed and chuckled. Bulma asked about her training, and she laughed.
"You guys have no idea of what I went through. It's been hard. Kami sent me someplace where time was sped up for me, so I've had fourteen months training, not four." Bulma turned to her, amazed.
"Really? So you can fight now? You should fight with Roshi, and see how good you are, Goku says...said how Roshi was better at fighting than he was." She said mischievously. Roshi humphed and tried to disappear. He could feel how strong Raimi was now, and wanted no part of it. Raimi turned to look at him.
"I don't know, he must be tired after defending himself from those rapacious women..." She purred, watching Roshi and Oolongs faces glow bright red. She and Bulma laughed again, and Pu'ar covered her eyes.
