Chapter VII: The Big Move
There was definetely something strange about Bulma. Since a few days, her behavior had changed from happily loving to lovingly seductive and Yamcha couldn't help but noticing she would now choose clothes of a certain kind... Nothing slutty, but still terribly suggestive, though it suited her well. Her perfume was somehow more intense, filling his lunges until he had to go out to breathe fresh air. Not that he minded, but those subtile changed were disturbing him a little...
On February 14th, Valentines Day, he gave her the classic chocolate/flowers/kiss, as well as cute earrings in shape of strawberries. Bulma thanked him, delighted, but pretented a meeting with her father and the board of directors of Capsule Corporation and left quickly. Yamcha had strong doubts about it, Mr and Mrs Brief being gone for some love travel for a few days, but Bulma seemed excited about something and he had a good feeling about it.
So he shrugged and decided to train a little bit.
~~~
Oolon hanged up, visibly frustrated, and gave a dark look at Bulma, who was searching for something in the huge refrigerator, humming.
- What is it, Oolon? she asked.
- It's the fourth girl who refuses to go out with me! A cute pig like me! On Valentines Day! Can you imagine?!
- Of course...
Oolon blinked. What kind of answer was that?
Finally, the young girl came out of the refrigerator, the arms full of cans. The pig's eyes grew bigger.
- Whip cream?! he exclaimed.
Bulma giggled, her cheeks blushing slightly.
- Tonight is the night, she announced. But don't tell anyone! It's a surprise!
She left the kitchen, singing joyfully. Oolon starred blankly at the door for a moment.
After a few minutes, he shook his head and grabbed the phone. Now way he'd spend that day alone!
~~~
Yamcha gave a last punch to the robot, sending its head into the wall, while the body fell in front of the young man. Satisfied, he smiled and accepted the towel Puar brought him with gratitude.
- Enough for today, he decided, mopping his face and neck.
- I hope so, sighed Puar. You've been training for three hours.
- Really? I didn't notice. I'll take a quick shower and get supper then.
~~~
When he came back to his bedroom, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist and totally relaxed, he noticed the suit someone had put on his bed in his absence, a note pinned on the collar.
Wear this for the dinner, please,
Bulma
Yamcha smiled as a light odor of strawberry came to his nose. "If it's what it takes to make her happy..."
He dressed up and was a little surprised to see it suited him perfectly. The suit was a black tuxedo and a red rose was decorating it. "Classic" he thought as starring at his reflection in a mirror. He was obliged to admit he did look good, even with his messy hair. He'd tried to comb it properly, but in vain. With his best smile, he headed toward the dinning room.
~~~
It took him a minute or two to recognize the room. A red cloth was covering the table, set for two. The lights were turned off, many candles lightening the room softly. A nice bouquet of red and white roses was decorating the table.
It was incredibly romantic and Yamcha felt dispaced with his wild hair that also needed to be cut. "Where's Bulma?" he wondered, not daring to enter the room. A hand touched his shoulder from behind and he turned his head. It was her, more beautiful than ever.
Her lavendar hair was done in a complicated yet nice way, a few curls framing her face. She was earing his earrings and he could smell her characteristical strawberry perfume. Yamcha couldn't help but noticing how her dark blue dress suited her, revealing her forms yet being sober and tasteful. A golden heart shaped pendant was decorated her neck.
She was just the vision of a Goddess.
Chuckling at her boyfriend's admirative shock, Bulma gently pushed him toward a chair.
- I planned at nice evening for us, she said as sitting down, a smile floating on her face.
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There was definetely something strange about Bulma. Since a few days, her behavior had changed from happily loving to lovingly seductive and Yamcha couldn't help but noticing she would now choose clothes of a certain kind... Nothing slutty, but still terribly suggestive, though it suited her well. Her perfume was somehow more intense, filling his lunges until he had to go out to breathe fresh air. Not that he minded, but those subtile changed were disturbing him a little...
On February 14th, Valentines Day, he gave her the classic chocolate/flowers/kiss, as well as cute earrings in shape of strawberries. Bulma thanked him, delighted, but pretented a meeting with her father and the board of directors of Capsule Corporation and left quickly. Yamcha had strong doubts about it, Mr and Mrs Brief being gone for some love travel for a few days, but Bulma seemed excited about something and he had a good feeling about it.
So he shrugged and decided to train a little bit.
~~~
Oolon hanged up, visibly frustrated, and gave a dark look at Bulma, who was searching for something in the huge refrigerator, humming.
- What is it, Oolon? she asked.
- It's the fourth girl who refuses to go out with me! A cute pig like me! On Valentines Day! Can you imagine?!
- Of course...
Oolon blinked. What kind of answer was that?
Finally, the young girl came out of the refrigerator, the arms full of cans. The pig's eyes grew bigger.
- Whip cream?! he exclaimed.
Bulma giggled, her cheeks blushing slightly.
- Tonight is the night, she announced. But don't tell anyone! It's a surprise!
She left the kitchen, singing joyfully. Oolon starred blankly at the door for a moment.
After a few minutes, he shook his head and grabbed the phone. Now way he'd spend that day alone!
~~~
Yamcha gave a last punch to the robot, sending its head into the wall, while the body fell in front of the young man. Satisfied, he smiled and accepted the towel Puar brought him with gratitude.
- Enough for today, he decided, mopping his face and neck.
- I hope so, sighed Puar. You've been training for three hours.
- Really? I didn't notice. I'll take a quick shower and get supper then.
~~~
When he came back to his bedroom, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist and totally relaxed, he noticed the suit someone had put on his bed in his absence, a note pinned on the collar.
Wear this for the dinner, please,
Bulma
Yamcha smiled as a light odor of strawberry came to his nose. "If it's what it takes to make her happy..."
He dressed up and was a little surprised to see it suited him perfectly. The suit was a black tuxedo and a red rose was decorating it. "Classic" he thought as starring at his reflection in a mirror. He was obliged to admit he did look good, even with his messy hair. He'd tried to comb it properly, but in vain. With his best smile, he headed toward the dinning room.
~~~
It took him a minute or two to recognize the room. A red cloth was covering the table, set for two. The lights were turned off, many candles lightening the room softly. A nice bouquet of red and white roses was decorating the table.
It was incredibly romantic and Yamcha felt dispaced with his wild hair that also needed to be cut. "Where's Bulma?" he wondered, not daring to enter the room. A hand touched his shoulder from behind and he turned his head. It was her, more beautiful than ever.
Her lavendar hair was done in a complicated yet nice way, a few curls framing her face. She was earing his earrings and he could smell her characteristical strawberry perfume. Yamcha couldn't help but noticing how her dark blue dress suited her, revealing her forms yet being sober and tasteful. A golden heart shaped pendant was decorated her neck.
She was just the vision of a Goddess.
Chuckling at her boyfriend's admirative shock, Bulma gently pushed him toward a chair.
- I planned at nice evening for us, she said as sitting down, a smile floating on her face.
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