Yamcha and Pu'ar flew through the air, the latter reveling in the new experience. She'd flown many times before, of course, but never before as a human, and never before engaged to the man she loved.
"We're almost there," said Yamcha. He pointed to a spot on the horizon. As they approached, it was eventually revealed to be a small tropical island. In fact, it was the island that was the location of the Kame House, home of Kamesen'nin, Oolong, Kuririn, Juuhachigou-Android Eighteen-and Marron. The only ones visible at the moment were the immortal martial artist and the shapeshifting pig. They appeared to be taking in the sun. They looked up as the couple touched down on the warm sand.
"Hi Yamcha!" said Oolong.
"Why, hello there," greeted Kamesen'nin. He eyed Pu'ar appreciatively. "And who's this beautiful lady?"
He took her hand. "This is my fiancée."
The old man's eyebrows went up. "Engaged, eh? Well, congratulations. Who is the lucky girl?"
Pu'ar spoke up, grinning. "You don't remember me? You've known me as long as you've known him. And even longer in your case, Oolong."
Oolong shook his head. "I don't recognize you…"
"I'm Pu'ar."
To say that they were stunned would be an understatement. After the couple explained the situation, though, they seemed to take it in stride.
"Well, I must say it seems natural, even if it is a bit unexpected. Good luck to both of you, and I'll be expecting an invitation to the wedding," said Kamesen'nin.
"As long as you promise not to ogle her during the ceremony," replied Yamcha, smirking.
***
The couple flew on, telling their friends and acquaintances about the engagement. Everyone expressed varying degrees of support. Perhaps the most outwardly enthusiastic were Chi-Chi and Goku. The former burst into tears of joy; the latter nearly crushed their spines in a bearhug.
When they were done, they returned home to Capsule Corp. No one else was there except for Vegeta and Bulma. They were on the couch in the living room, watching TV and---
"Oh, sorry," said Yamcha hurriedly, attempting to back out of the room. "We'll come back through in a few minutes."
Vegeta growled. "A few minutes? We just started!"
Yamcha couldn't resist. "Like I said…a few minutes."
Snarling, the former Saiyan leapt to his feet, causing Pu'ar to hurriedly turn away blushing. "Damn you! If I wasn't so weak I'd beat you into a pulp!"
"Don't let that stop you. I'll fight you on equal terms if you want. Meet you in the gravity room in ten minutes!"
"Fine!" The two stalked off to don their fighting outfits. Bulma and Pu'ar looked at each other and shook their heads.
***
Ten minutes later, the two warriors stood opposite each other in the currently deactivated gravity chamber. Yamcha had lowered his ki to Vegeta's level, so it could be a fair fight. They both began to count backwards, from twenty.
"Three…two…one…zero!" They launched themselves at each other. Being taller, Yamcha had the longer reach. As such, he struck the first blow. Vegeta's head was turned aside a bit by the force of the strike, but this did not prevent him from immediately retaliating with a knee to the stomach. Yamcha swept his opponent's feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Just a second after falling, Vegeta rose back up, seized his rival's arm, and hurled him over his shoulder.
***
Bulma and Pu'ar watched the clash through the small viewport on the door.
"You'd think that after all the years I've known those two, I would have gotten used to their little stunts by now," Bulma said.
"They can seem a bit childish on occasion," admitted Pu'ar.
"Honestly, sometimes they're like Goten and Trunks. Except Goten and Trunks are a little more mature."
***
Yamcha threw a punch with his left arm. This caused Vegeta to duck the other way, just as the bandit had planned. The punch had been a feint, and now Yamcha seized the opportunity. However, Vegeta did likewise.
Their hands gripped each other's throats, holding their windpipes in a death grip. Both combatants gritted their teeth, unwilling to back down. It looked like the loser of the fight would be whoever was first to pass out from asphyxiation. Unless, of course, something interrupted them.
"All right, I think that's enough," said Bulma, entering the chamber, followed by Pu'ar. "We'll call it a draw." The two warriors looked as if they were going to argue, but a stern look from the scientist was all that was needed to make them release their holds on one another.
"Shall we continue what we were doing before we were interrupted?" asked Vegeta as he and Bulma exited the room.
"Not until you wipe all that blood off."
Yamcha, meanwhile, simply stood there. Pu'ar walked over to him, a look of concern on her face.
"Are you OK?"
He winced. "No. I think I threw my back out during that fight." He groaned. "I'm starting to get too old for this."
"We're almost there," said Yamcha. He pointed to a spot on the horizon. As they approached, it was eventually revealed to be a small tropical island. In fact, it was the island that was the location of the Kame House, home of Kamesen'nin, Oolong, Kuririn, Juuhachigou-Android Eighteen-and Marron. The only ones visible at the moment were the immortal martial artist and the shapeshifting pig. They appeared to be taking in the sun. They looked up as the couple touched down on the warm sand.
"Hi Yamcha!" said Oolong.
"Why, hello there," greeted Kamesen'nin. He eyed Pu'ar appreciatively. "And who's this beautiful lady?"
He took her hand. "This is my fiancée."
The old man's eyebrows went up. "Engaged, eh? Well, congratulations. Who is the lucky girl?"
Pu'ar spoke up, grinning. "You don't remember me? You've known me as long as you've known him. And even longer in your case, Oolong."
Oolong shook his head. "I don't recognize you…"
"I'm Pu'ar."
To say that they were stunned would be an understatement. After the couple explained the situation, though, they seemed to take it in stride.
"Well, I must say it seems natural, even if it is a bit unexpected. Good luck to both of you, and I'll be expecting an invitation to the wedding," said Kamesen'nin.
"As long as you promise not to ogle her during the ceremony," replied Yamcha, smirking.
***
The couple flew on, telling their friends and acquaintances about the engagement. Everyone expressed varying degrees of support. Perhaps the most outwardly enthusiastic were Chi-Chi and Goku. The former burst into tears of joy; the latter nearly crushed their spines in a bearhug.
When they were done, they returned home to Capsule Corp. No one else was there except for Vegeta and Bulma. They were on the couch in the living room, watching TV and---
"Oh, sorry," said Yamcha hurriedly, attempting to back out of the room. "We'll come back through in a few minutes."
Vegeta growled. "A few minutes? We just started!"
Yamcha couldn't resist. "Like I said…a few minutes."
Snarling, the former Saiyan leapt to his feet, causing Pu'ar to hurriedly turn away blushing. "Damn you! If I wasn't so weak I'd beat you into a pulp!"
"Don't let that stop you. I'll fight you on equal terms if you want. Meet you in the gravity room in ten minutes!"
"Fine!" The two stalked off to don their fighting outfits. Bulma and Pu'ar looked at each other and shook their heads.
***
Ten minutes later, the two warriors stood opposite each other in the currently deactivated gravity chamber. Yamcha had lowered his ki to Vegeta's level, so it could be a fair fight. They both began to count backwards, from twenty.
"Three…two…one…zero!" They launched themselves at each other. Being taller, Yamcha had the longer reach. As such, he struck the first blow. Vegeta's head was turned aside a bit by the force of the strike, but this did not prevent him from immediately retaliating with a knee to the stomach. Yamcha swept his opponent's feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Just a second after falling, Vegeta rose back up, seized his rival's arm, and hurled him over his shoulder.
***
Bulma and Pu'ar watched the clash through the small viewport on the door.
"You'd think that after all the years I've known those two, I would have gotten used to their little stunts by now," Bulma said.
"They can seem a bit childish on occasion," admitted Pu'ar.
"Honestly, sometimes they're like Goten and Trunks. Except Goten and Trunks are a little more mature."
***
Yamcha threw a punch with his left arm. This caused Vegeta to duck the other way, just as the bandit had planned. The punch had been a feint, and now Yamcha seized the opportunity. However, Vegeta did likewise.
Their hands gripped each other's throats, holding their windpipes in a death grip. Both combatants gritted their teeth, unwilling to back down. It looked like the loser of the fight would be whoever was first to pass out from asphyxiation. Unless, of course, something interrupted them.
"All right, I think that's enough," said Bulma, entering the chamber, followed by Pu'ar. "We'll call it a draw." The two warriors looked as if they were going to argue, but a stern look from the scientist was all that was needed to make them release their holds on one another.
"Shall we continue what we were doing before we were interrupted?" asked Vegeta as he and Bulma exited the room.
"Not until you wipe all that blood off."
Yamcha, meanwhile, simply stood there. Pu'ar walked over to him, a look of concern on her face.
"Are you OK?"
He winced. "No. I think I threw my back out during that fight." He groaned. "I'm starting to get too old for this."