Bulma was down at the old pond on her parent's property. In 20 minutes, Vegeta was supposed to meet her here. It was the first day of her vacation and sunny enough to get a tan.
It had taken a long time to persuade Vegeta to take a day off from training and spend time with her. It had been fifteen years since they had been married. The flame had died down a bit and Bulma wanted it to flare up again. That's how she had convinced Vegeta, by hinting that she wanted to mate with him again. That was true; she did want to mate, but it also was his birthday. She had discovered this by talking to his father, whom they had wished back to life with the Dragonballs. Bulma had a cake and everything ready for him.
She fingered the silver charm bracelet he had given her one year for her birthday. It was the best present he had ever given to her, except for their ten year-old son, Trunks. She smiled to herself as she opened the picnic basket. She had just laid out the blanket when she heard the bushes rustle. She turned around. There stood her ex-boyfriend, Yamcha.
"Yamcha, leave me alone," she said. "I told you before, we are through. I am happily married to Vegeta now and have been for fifteen years. Go away and stop pestering me."
"Oh yeah," challenged Yamcha. He yanked the silver charm bracelet off of her wrist and threw it into the middle of the pond. "Just see how long your happy marriage lasts now," said Yamcha as he blasted out of the clearing.
"Arrgh! Damn you, Yamcha! Damn you!" Bulma screamed at the rapidly disappearing form in the sky. She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks. She plopped down hard on the ground. "Damn you," she whispered.
Ten minutes later, her watch beeped. "Shoot!" She scrambled up, trying to decide what to do.
It had taken a long time to persuade Vegeta to take a day off from training and spend time with her. It had been fifteen years since they had been married. The flame had died down a bit and Bulma wanted it to flare up again. That's how she had convinced Vegeta, by hinting that she wanted to mate with him again. That was true; she did want to mate, but it also was his birthday. She had discovered this by talking to his father, whom they had wished back to life with the Dragonballs. Bulma had a cake and everything ready for him.
She fingered the silver charm bracelet he had given her one year for her birthday. It was the best present he had ever given to her, except for their ten year-old son, Trunks. She smiled to herself as she opened the picnic basket. She had just laid out the blanket when she heard the bushes rustle. She turned around. There stood her ex-boyfriend, Yamcha.
"Yamcha, leave me alone," she said. "I told you before, we are through. I am happily married to Vegeta now and have been for fifteen years. Go away and stop pestering me."
"Oh yeah," challenged Yamcha. He yanked the silver charm bracelet off of her wrist and threw it into the middle of the pond. "Just see how long your happy marriage lasts now," said Yamcha as he blasted out of the clearing.
"Arrgh! Damn you, Yamcha! Damn you!" Bulma screamed at the rapidly disappearing form in the sky. She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks. She plopped down hard on the ground. "Damn you," she whispered.
Ten minutes later, her watch beeped. "Shoot!" She scrambled up, trying to decide what to do.
