Chapter 8 Our time apart...
Yamcha continued to call all through the morning that he left. I stayed in bed and screened every call. I laid in bed all day. "Is everything okay, Miss Briefs?" an attendant from the office asked me through the intercom. "Yes, Kita. Let me be."
I only arise for bathroom needs. I wasn't hungry too much. Mother, however, did sneak in to leave food at my desk. She knew something was wrong, but not quite what. I know her, and the curiosity was no doubt killing her. She will come up to see what's wrong with her only daughter, but she never did. She didn't even asked where her saiyan went.
Yamcha called for three days straight, and I continued to ignore him. Flowers, candy, bears and all kinds of junk came in for me. They occupied the den for weeks. I couldn't find what exactly was erking me the most: the fact that I lost my love or that I lost the chance for love. Daytime TV became most interesting to me. How could these people fall so easily in and out of love? They stabbed each other in the back like the pain can't ricochet. Those shows suck. I could watch sports. No matter what variety was on, it didn't matter. It reminded me of my ex.
My work became cluttered. I left my experiments and inventions behind. I let my hair grow out of control. I was a mess. I needed inspiration. Inspirations to get up and forget about my failures. But one of my less qualifying quirks is patience. I was losing it.
"Hello, Bulma? It's me, Chi Chi."
Chi Chi? What's she doing here, I pondered. We really weren't too close back then. I just knew her as I grew up; she's Goku's wife, kind of like that's all. But I did admire the way she kept her household in check. A good mother and a loving wife. "Hey, Bulma, dear. Can I come in?" I sighed. I gathered my composure and examined myself to make sure I was decent. "Sure, Chi Chi. Come on."
"Hey, Bulma. You weren't in your lab and your mom said you should be up here. Here, girl." A bag of Senzu beans landed on my lap. I forgot why I asked for them. "Goku's so busy training that I couldn't find the time to ask him to bring these over. So dad brought me. He's watching the big game with your dad. I hope I'm not too late. Karin took forever with these. Yajirobe took the original batch and sold them at some hospital. I heard he made a bundle. What a jerk, huh?" "...Yeah." "So..."
I couldn't look at her, because then she would see the hurt in my eyes and become concern. I hate it when people get into my business uninvited. "C'mon, Bulma. Let's head to the infirmary. I'm sure that moron of a prince is probably aching for relief! Ha! Get it? Bulma? Boy, how can you stand Vegeta under the same roof as you? Bulma?" She paused. "Bulma..." I never heard Chi Chi like this before. She knew something was wrong, but not exactly what. "Its Yamcha, right?" I didn't respond. Now, Bulma, we grew up together, and we may not be close, but I know you want to get the love you deserve. Think of all the men who live in our lives. Heh, boy we have been through some amazing adventures. I remember the first time I met you, Goku, and Yamcha. He was sure cute. But Goku's innocence stole my heart. I don't know whether this was supposed to be a secret between you, Goku and Oolong, but I know what you wanted to ask Shenron for." I was still silent. "A perfect boyfriend, huh. But you found Yamcha to substitute that wish. Boy, how long have you two been together? What attracted you toward Yamcha? I bet it was that bad boy persona, yet his charming interior attitude. He's changed, Bulma. He's not so interested in fighting and adventures anymore, like the rest of the guys. That doesn't mean he's matured than the rest. He's interested in other things in life. You, Bulma, are the fighting and the adventures that Yamcha was once interested in. He died before, and I bet deep down inside that he's terrified to fight anyone, or thing right now." My eyes widened. I understood what she was getting at. "It seems that I might not know much, since I stay at home a lot and worry about the men in my life. But I do. Pain is all too common in the lives we live. I reckon that jerk of a prince has received more pain than anyone of us." Did she know about Vegeta, I wondered? "Is he still recovering, or is he all healed up?" "He took off," I responded. "He's off in space doing who-knows-what." "He'll be back, Bulma." "Huh? Why do you think I care?" She arose, readying to leave. "Because you just told me. I'll call you, so check the id. Let me take the beans back with me. I'm afraid Goku might get a little rough with Gohan and all that damn training." "Thanks, Chi Chi." "No problem. I try." "Okay," I sniffed. "And get up. You look like hell." She hit the nail right on the button. I am an adventurous woman. And Yamcha has lost the passion that kept me interested. But how can I blame him? People get uninterested in one another. He's still passionate, for other things. On the contrary, Vegeta, he has so much passion and determination and arrogance, that he reflects my own personality. We have something in common.
What Chi Chi did for me was amazing. I got over both of those two so quickly. I decided to not become Yamcha's enemy. Next time that he calls, I thought, we'll talk it out, but I'm not getting back with him. As for Vegeta, time will help me forget about him.
After she left, I took a long shower. Slowly in that hot water, I washed away the troubles I've been carrying for so long. I cut my own hair short, in a boyish style. Mother hated it. Capsule Corp. in blue print decorated my work shirt I wore, along with some jeans I could still fit that I had since I was eighteen. I was ready to work. I headed down to the lab to began my life again. Simply overjoyed. Finally, I thought, I can begin my life again after so long. I threw all my plans away, and sat in my thinking chair, with some tea to help me think. I was in for a long night. Starting again after heartbreak takes time.