Trouble II
Bulma was staring at his chest again. It WAS directly in her line of vision. She was idly wondering what would happen if she punched it as hard as she could. Probably end up breaking her fingers. She was fantasizing about a whole myriad of evil things she could do to him, not really paying attention to anything he'd said beyond the first sentence.
"Do you think you could hook me up with that friend of yours?"
Yep. Yaumcha had sought her out in her own home, after he'd issued the ultimatum and they had officially broken up, to ask for the phone number of one of her friends. Oh yes this was just the right icing to top the bitter cake. Irony some called it. Bulma called it fate with a slingshot pointed at her between the eyes.
"Yaumcha!" she interrupted him as nicely as humanly possible.
"Yeah?" he smiled like they were friends.
"Maybe in the far and distant future I will be able to stand the sight of you without seeing red. However, that day is not today, so please remove yourself from my house." she was still smiling and talking politely, but the smile had a distinct edge to it.
"But about the-"
"No. Get out of my house right this second. I am going to go through that door," she pointed to a door on the far side of the room, "to my lab. To build a new gravity machine which is the reason for our break-up as you may recall. Goodbye Yaumcha, and I'll call you when hell freezes over or donkeys fly, whichever comes first."
And with that she slammed through a door for the second time that day.
Slipping on a lab coat, she walked to a work table and began tinkering. Nothing like work to take a persons mind off a bruised heart. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't just build herself the perfect boyfriend.
well, u like? I certainly hope u do. R&R please
Bulma was staring at his chest again. It WAS directly in her line of vision. She was idly wondering what would happen if she punched it as hard as she could. Probably end up breaking her fingers. She was fantasizing about a whole myriad of evil things she could do to him, not really paying attention to anything he'd said beyond the first sentence.
"Do you think you could hook me up with that friend of yours?"
Yep. Yaumcha had sought her out in her own home, after he'd issued the ultimatum and they had officially broken up, to ask for the phone number of one of her friends. Oh yes this was just the right icing to top the bitter cake. Irony some called it. Bulma called it fate with a slingshot pointed at her between the eyes.
"Yaumcha!" she interrupted him as nicely as humanly possible.
"Yeah?" he smiled like they were friends.
"Maybe in the far and distant future I will be able to stand the sight of you without seeing red. However, that day is not today, so please remove yourself from my house." she was still smiling and talking politely, but the smile had a distinct edge to it.
"But about the-"
"No. Get out of my house right this second. I am going to go through that door," she pointed to a door on the far side of the room, "to my lab. To build a new gravity machine which is the reason for our break-up as you may recall. Goodbye Yaumcha, and I'll call you when hell freezes over or donkeys fly, whichever comes first."
And with that she slammed through a door for the second time that day.
Slipping on a lab coat, she walked to a work table and began tinkering. Nothing like work to take a persons mind off a bruised heart. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't just build herself the perfect boyfriend.
well, u like? I certainly hope u do. R&R please