Author Note: Did you ever wonder what made Bulma and Yamcha break up? Well
here is the first part of how this relationship tragically ended, with of
course a bang or rather the sigh of a roof just before it is about to cave
in. Well if you have any questions just e-mail me at
Rina_qt_chan@hotmail.com or just put it on your review and I'll try to
answer it for you. I know that this chapter does not seem to have anything
to do with the story but all will tie in as the story expands, k?
-Yuriko*
P.S.: The next chapter will be quite bloody so I will be posting two
chapters one without the R rating and one with it.
Yamcha's Grand Disaster Part: I
Music that faintly played the newest rave leaked through the ancient gold ornate door into the hallway. The hallway was as desolate as a graveyard when snowflakes dance exotic ballads beneath a full moon.
Time to start plan 1029 b Yamcha thought with a silent laugh, Wait is it Plan 1030, damn too many much too many plans have ended in disaster.
With renewed determination and vigor to see the plan through he stood up to his full height, shoulders and head strait marched or rather creeped out of the shadows that had been his life, his reality for so long. To abandon them for the light at the end of the cave, he was going to find the truth. Little did he know that it took time for ones eyes to adjust to the light. He was determined to pull his love from the shadows and into the light. He would get Bulma back from Lucifer, by making her see the light about the real Vegeta that was hidden beneath a clever mask of mystery and coldness. (I'm sure you can guess who Yamcha thinks Vegeta really is. You will be able to guess that just to screw Yamcha over I'm going to make Vegeta seem sensitive beneath his mask ( God I just love being a writer sometimes)
His heart wept that Bulma firmly believed in a lie, that He, of all people was cheating on her, the only woman he had ever cared for.
Tracy, at a time was just another name; She was nothing to him just another woman who worshiped him without seeing the real him. If only Bulma knew that. He thought to do her a favor before he left her by paying a visit to her face to face. Now it was the one who had shattered his life into a thousand sharp barbs that stung every moment of his days.
If only I had known that she would have been so delectable in that black and orange negligee I never would have paid her a visit. Was his last thought before he succumbed to that memory that had changed his life, his fairytale forever.
~*~*~*~*
Wind swept through my black blue hair lovingly, I was on H3 in my new black viper, the one I had gotten for Bulma during one of our fights. What I was doing riding in it would be a story for another time. I swerved gracefully following the curve of the road. During this time I contemplated how I'd break it to her.
"Tracy I have something to tell you. I have a girl whom I've loved since I was 15 to cut matters short I just can't see you fitting into the tapestry of my life. We were never meant to be, we had fun but now its over the fun has left me and I see no reason to keep this relationship that is why I'm terminating it, it's better for the both of us. I'm sure your white knight will come soon and sweep you off your feet." Yamcha said in a monotone, he grimaced as a brackish taste surfaced in his mouth.
"No, I can't say that I can just see her now, big eyes just threatening to spill tears any moment with the quivering lip and the small mouse voice." He sighed in defeat and forcefully slammed his head back into the seat as he drove up into a driveway, causing the car to jerk ever so lightly.
Using one of his callused yet baby soft hands to massage his neck he contemplated scenarios of how to break the news to her. He may have had the courage earlier that day to not just send a card to break it up with her, instead actually go to her house and tell her face to face. Now he was seriously reconsidering.
"Why am I doing this anyways? It's not like we had a relationship to begin with we only shared a few kisses and hugs and A LOT of HEAVY petting." Yamcha stated his case with growing desperation glowing in his eyes to the forlorn looking pink bear. He had won him for Tracy at a fair last month. His eyes started to turn into a glare, a strong muscular hand in a quick gesture snatched the heartbroken creature off the mirror and hurled it into the air. It landed heavily upon the grass. The head was disconnected from its body, yet its eyes still spoke of a prophesy of pain. The type you receive when you are ripped savagely and mercilessly away from your soul mate. The pink mouth was set in a silent scream of anguish, one that could only be heard with the ears of a soul.
A cold shudder of dread ran up his back as he got out of the car, making his way through the dream-like-perfect rose and daffodil garden to the door. There he did not hesitate for a moment as he lifted a hand to rap firmly upon the door.
He was determined to keep Bulma, his one true love and vanquish the imposter. The imposter you made Yamcha. A small voice mocked, laughing a horrible laugh that left his ears buzzing. Light blasted through making the flowers glow a dream-like fae silver as door that opened with a squeal.
Little did Yamcha know that the night would not end as he thought it would. The Z warriors life would fall between his fingers, nothing making sense and scattering like dewdrops in the wind.
Yamcha's Grand Disaster Part: I
Music that faintly played the newest rave leaked through the ancient gold ornate door into the hallway. The hallway was as desolate as a graveyard when snowflakes dance exotic ballads beneath a full moon.
Time to start plan 1029 b Yamcha thought with a silent laugh, Wait is it Plan 1030, damn too many much too many plans have ended in disaster.
With renewed determination and vigor to see the plan through he stood up to his full height, shoulders and head strait marched or rather creeped out of the shadows that had been his life, his reality for so long. To abandon them for the light at the end of the cave, he was going to find the truth. Little did he know that it took time for ones eyes to adjust to the light. He was determined to pull his love from the shadows and into the light. He would get Bulma back from Lucifer, by making her see the light about the real Vegeta that was hidden beneath a clever mask of mystery and coldness. (I'm sure you can guess who Yamcha thinks Vegeta really is. You will be able to guess that just to screw Yamcha over I'm going to make Vegeta seem sensitive beneath his mask ( God I just love being a writer sometimes)
His heart wept that Bulma firmly believed in a lie, that He, of all people was cheating on her, the only woman he had ever cared for.
Tracy, at a time was just another name; She was nothing to him just another woman who worshiped him without seeing the real him. If only Bulma knew that. He thought to do her a favor before he left her by paying a visit to her face to face. Now it was the one who had shattered his life into a thousand sharp barbs that stung every moment of his days.
If only I had known that she would have been so delectable in that black and orange negligee I never would have paid her a visit. Was his last thought before he succumbed to that memory that had changed his life, his fairytale forever.
~*~*~*~*
Wind swept through my black blue hair lovingly, I was on H3 in my new black viper, the one I had gotten for Bulma during one of our fights. What I was doing riding in it would be a story for another time. I swerved gracefully following the curve of the road. During this time I contemplated how I'd break it to her.
"Tracy I have something to tell you. I have a girl whom I've loved since I was 15 to cut matters short I just can't see you fitting into the tapestry of my life. We were never meant to be, we had fun but now its over the fun has left me and I see no reason to keep this relationship that is why I'm terminating it, it's better for the both of us. I'm sure your white knight will come soon and sweep you off your feet." Yamcha said in a monotone, he grimaced as a brackish taste surfaced in his mouth.
"No, I can't say that I can just see her now, big eyes just threatening to spill tears any moment with the quivering lip and the small mouse voice." He sighed in defeat and forcefully slammed his head back into the seat as he drove up into a driveway, causing the car to jerk ever so lightly.
Using one of his callused yet baby soft hands to massage his neck he contemplated scenarios of how to break the news to her. He may have had the courage earlier that day to not just send a card to break it up with her, instead actually go to her house and tell her face to face. Now he was seriously reconsidering.
"Why am I doing this anyways? It's not like we had a relationship to begin with we only shared a few kisses and hugs and A LOT of HEAVY petting." Yamcha stated his case with growing desperation glowing in his eyes to the forlorn looking pink bear. He had won him for Tracy at a fair last month. His eyes started to turn into a glare, a strong muscular hand in a quick gesture snatched the heartbroken creature off the mirror and hurled it into the air. It landed heavily upon the grass. The head was disconnected from its body, yet its eyes still spoke of a prophesy of pain. The type you receive when you are ripped savagely and mercilessly away from your soul mate. The pink mouth was set in a silent scream of anguish, one that could only be heard with the ears of a soul.
A cold shudder of dread ran up his back as he got out of the car, making his way through the dream-like-perfect rose and daffodil garden to the door. There he did not hesitate for a moment as he lifted a hand to rap firmly upon the door.
He was determined to keep Bulma, his one true love and vanquish the imposter. The imposter you made Yamcha. A small voice mocked, laughing a horrible laugh that left his ears buzzing. Light blasted through making the flowers glow a dream-like fae silver as door that opened with a squeal.
Little did Yamcha know that the night would not end as he thought it would. The Z warriors life would fall between his fingers, nothing making sense and scattering like dewdrops in the wind.