Chapter 2 My boyfriend
One night, one tiring night, I was working in my laboratory. I had achieved a new level in my studies explaining a relationship between time and space. In this report, it explained the possibilities of instant travel through space, much like Goku's technique. And it presents the possibility of time travel, which benefits me later on through life unexpectedly. I thought to present my studies in my advanced astro-physics class for extra credit. Graduation was soon, and I needed all the credit I can get for honors. My phone rang. It was Yamcha. He asked could he come over immediately. I can't deny my man, of course. So I said sure. Yet, it was pretty late, and I wondered why would he want to come by so late. But I chose to keep that to myself. He knows better, so this must be important.
Moments later, he popped up. Despite the fact that I looked and smell terrible from all the fumes in the lab, he gave me a kiss and hug. "Bulma, we need to talk," He said. This tone, I didn't like. I never heard him say my name like that. "Come, sit." He sat me in my chair at my desk. Yamcha pulls up a folding chair on the side of the desk to sit in. But he becomes so nervous, he stands. Why was he so nervous, I wondered? He's sweating bullets for Kami's sake. His muscle shirt was drenched and he kept pulling on his pants. "Stop it, dammit!" I yelled. "What's wrong?" "Oh Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, I, I, need to tell, tell, you, ask, you something." My curiosity finally became excited. "What, baby." He sat down, but then looked confused. He got on his knees then in front of me. "Oh my dear Miss Briefs." What, dear Miss Briefs? What the hell? Why is he so jumpy? Calm down, I kept thinking. Then, it hit me. He was on his knees, in front of me, with the most sincere, honest eyes I have ever seen in my life. He was damn near crying. Could it be? It is, I thought! He's going to do it, finally! Yes! I am going to be his forever. His wife!
He grabbed my hand, and caressed it, kissed it, rubbed it against his scarred cheek. He cleared his throat before speaking, with a dry hack. Yamcha again gazed at me. I didn't blink. I couldn't blink. My long jade hair was in my eyes and all I could do was look out my other eye. "Bulma, what I need to say is important, and it may change our relationship forever." That moment, my hearing became amplified. My heart pounded faster than the shaking in my hand. My face blushed so hot that I couldn't contain my joy. My cheeks were beginning to pain. "Yes, Yamcha?" Yes, Yamcha, ask me. Ask me and I will not deny you. Please, don't keep me in suspense. My pelvis closed in. He bowed his head. "Bulma..." And my name ringed in my mind for an eternity. In that time, my life flashed before my eyes. I thought about our first meeting in the Diablo Desert. Our fight with Emperor Pilaf. How he doubtlessly saved me from every peril I was in. My Yamcha. Yes, I'll say yes.
"Bulma, I cheated on you...again."
My heart stopped. My face heated up even hotter than before. I was speechless. Shocked. Yamcha grasped my hand even tighter. "Baby, baby say something," he begged, shaking me. All of a sudden, the pain I felt that took me so long to get over from the first time he cheated on me came rushing back. Tears ran down. "No, Bulma, no don't cry." He forced a hug. And instead of hugging back, instead of holding him like his messing around is some kind of uncontrollable impulse that is killing him, I screamed. I screamed so loud, that he backed away covering his ears. "Bulma?" I jumped on him. I started hitting him, kicking and screaming. He could have easily dodged my blows, but he played with me. He began to laugh. What good is that going to do, he must have thought? That aroused my anger even more. "DIE!" "Bulma, calm down! Let's talk it out now!" I stopped. "Why in the HELL would you come in MY LAB in the dead of the night to tell me some shit like this?" I was in his face then, staring him up on my tiptoes. Squaring him off. "I had to." " Had to?" "It's my responsibility." "Responsibility? Responsibility, Yamcha? A freaking dog is a responsibility. Staying on the light bill is a responsibility. Making sure you get to work on time is a responsibility. Hell, pissing straight is a responsibility. Coming through at your girl's house at this time at night to tell her some shit like this is plain ignorant!" "You were up. If you were sleep, I would have never told you. I am trying to be a man about this." More and more I wonder to this day if Yamcha actually thought before he said that. "A man, Yamcha, A MAN?" He nodded, looking a little scared and unprepared for my reaction. "A man wouldn't even do the shit that you did! And now that I think about it, how many other secrets do you have from me? How many other one night-stands have you had and kept from me due to my annoying habit of sleeping?!" He faced down then, and my heart sank. Did I hit the button on target? "Oh Yamcha..." I began crying, and the more I cried the more I shook. The more I shook, the more I tried to calm myself. I was shaking and blubbering and crying; I was lost control. Yamcha grabbed me the way he always did, like he was holding on to life, and held me until I calmed down, held me all night.
We got back together a week after that night. I still can't understand why I accepted him again. Even Puar thought I was nuts, but she kept most of her comments to herself. It was like that. I thought to cheat on him. There were plenty of men who offered more than what Yamcha had. But our history was something that couldn't die so easily. At that time, he was just so...bad. Those bad guys your mother warns you about. And I guess that the fact that he could cheat on me, that he had the gull to actually sleep with someone else struck some sick passion in me. I regret that. It took someone very shocking to me to see that I was worth more than his silly antics.