Yamcha's Request
Yamcha didn't call again till that evening. Bulma was in the kitchen fixing supper when the phone rang. She went to answer it. This time, she didn't have to worry about Vegeta listening in because he was training in the fixed gravity machine.
"Bulma, I want you to get an abortion!" Yamcha demanded as soon as she answered.
"What? Yamcha, are you out of your mind?" Bulma snapped.
"No. You can't have his child. He'll just abandon you and the child. It's best if you just kill it off right away, so you don't have to raise it alone," Yamcha replied calmly.
"Yamcha, you jerk, I'm not going to kill an innocent child. How dare you even suggest such a horrible idea!" Bulma shrieked. "Besides, Vegeta will stay, I just know he will!"
"Bulma, you're in denial. Vegeta was just using you for his own pleasure. Do you really think he could care about you? He's just a murderer!" Yamcha replied.
"That's really harsh Yamcha. Vegeta loves me. I can see it in his eyes," Bulma replied.
"Alright, fine. Why don't you ask him yourself? He'll tell you the same thing I'm telling you right now," Yamcha snapped angrily.
"Alright, I will. And you'll be wrong Yamcha!" Bulma yelled.
After that, she slammed the phone down, not waiting to hear Yamcha's reply. How dare that jerk suggest that she kill her own child.
"Don't you worry," she murmured down to her still small stomach. "I'm not going to listen to that jerk!"
Suddenly there was an explosion. Then Vegeta burst in, sweat pouring down his face and partially nude body.
"Woman, that stupid machine is broke again!" he yelled.
"Vegeta," Bulma said, ignoring his words, "do you love me? Will you stay here with me and help me raise our child?"
Vegeta studied her for a moment, wondering what he should say. Then, not wanting to give up his tough, uncaring shield, he replied,
"Don't be ridiculous woman. I don't like to be tied down."
Bulma gave him a hurt look, and Vegeta looked away.
"OK, fine! Then forget you Vegeta. Yamcha was right!" Bulma yelled, allowing tears to stream down her face. She then turned and ran back to her room.
Vegeta watched her go and cursed himself for being such an ass.
'Damn, she gave you the opportunity for you to tell her how you feel, and you blew it,' he thought angrily. He shook his head and left. He needed to think.
After he left, Bulma came back downstairs and called Yamcha. He answered right after the first ring.
"Yamcha, will you come with me to the clinic?" Bulma asked, her voice breaking.
"I told you so," Yamcha replied coolly. "I'll meet you there in 20 minutes."
Bulma hung up, grabbed her purse, wrote a note and placed it on the kitchen table. Then she went outside, started her car, and left.
Yamcha didn't call again till that evening. Bulma was in the kitchen fixing supper when the phone rang. She went to answer it. This time, she didn't have to worry about Vegeta listening in because he was training in the fixed gravity machine.
"Bulma, I want you to get an abortion!" Yamcha demanded as soon as she answered.
"What? Yamcha, are you out of your mind?" Bulma snapped.
"No. You can't have his child. He'll just abandon you and the child. It's best if you just kill it off right away, so you don't have to raise it alone," Yamcha replied calmly.
"Yamcha, you jerk, I'm not going to kill an innocent child. How dare you even suggest such a horrible idea!" Bulma shrieked. "Besides, Vegeta will stay, I just know he will!"
"Bulma, you're in denial. Vegeta was just using you for his own pleasure. Do you really think he could care about you? He's just a murderer!" Yamcha replied.
"That's really harsh Yamcha. Vegeta loves me. I can see it in his eyes," Bulma replied.
"Alright, fine. Why don't you ask him yourself? He'll tell you the same thing I'm telling you right now," Yamcha snapped angrily.
"Alright, I will. And you'll be wrong Yamcha!" Bulma yelled.
After that, she slammed the phone down, not waiting to hear Yamcha's reply. How dare that jerk suggest that she kill her own child.
"Don't you worry," she murmured down to her still small stomach. "I'm not going to listen to that jerk!"
Suddenly there was an explosion. Then Vegeta burst in, sweat pouring down his face and partially nude body.
"Woman, that stupid machine is broke again!" he yelled.
"Vegeta," Bulma said, ignoring his words, "do you love me? Will you stay here with me and help me raise our child?"
Vegeta studied her for a moment, wondering what he should say. Then, not wanting to give up his tough, uncaring shield, he replied,
"Don't be ridiculous woman. I don't like to be tied down."
Bulma gave him a hurt look, and Vegeta looked away.
"OK, fine! Then forget you Vegeta. Yamcha was right!" Bulma yelled, allowing tears to stream down her face. She then turned and ran back to her room.
Vegeta watched her go and cursed himself for being such an ass.
'Damn, she gave you the opportunity for you to tell her how you feel, and you blew it,' he thought angrily. He shook his head and left. He needed to think.
After he left, Bulma came back downstairs and called Yamcha. He answered right after the first ring.
"Yamcha, will you come with me to the clinic?" Bulma asked, her voice breaking.
"I told you so," Yamcha replied coolly. "I'll meet you there in 20 minutes."
Bulma hung up, grabbed her purse, wrote a note and placed it on the kitchen table. Then she went outside, started her car, and left.
