Title: I'm Letting You Go.
Author: Pale Orchid
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Yamcha and Bulma break-up.
Category: Romance/General
Spoilers: Nope, none.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dragonball Z characters or anything even remotely DBZ related. I'm just a poor Aussie girl with too much time on her hands.
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Author's Note: I wanted to do a Yamcha/Bulma break-up fic without the usual reasons. He was doing Marron; she was doing Vegeta, one or the other walked in on the other two – blah, blah, woof, woof. Ya get the drill. SO, here is the peaceful version. Once one of them gets on my nerves again there will probably be a sadistic version. Hehehe.
Author's Note 2: Damn this thing. It was only supposed to be one long chapter. But no, let's split it up, it'll look better that way. Stupid fic.
I'm Letting You Go.
Chapter Two: Renewing Friendships.
Previously
With that she took off at a run for the door and as soon as it was shut, she leaned against it. Looking out the window next to her, she could barely see him through the rain as she walked away from the building.
Resting her head back on the door she whispered to herself,
A week and a half just seemed to fly by, as Bulma buried herself up to her eyeballs in work, trying to forget what had happened.
She was doing pretty well until the day she answered the doorbell and was greeted by Yamcha.
He stood there in the doorway, more interested in watching his foot trace patterns on the cement than looking at her face.
We need to talk.
I agree.
Can I come in?
Depends, are you ever going to look at me again?
Yamcha guiltily raised his head and looked at Bulma, who was leaning on the door and watching him.
Yeah. I suppose it'll do. Come in.
They drifted into one of the lounge rooms and sat on opposite sides of the room.
Bulma took a glance at him. It was kind of like looking at Goku. He was a friend and that was it. The romantic interest had gone, lost somewhere in the hussle and bussle that was their lives.
She bit her bottom lip lightly and took the plunge.
You do know.
What has to be done. You said before you didn't know. But you do. And so do I.
He looked at her, leaning back on the lounge.
And that is?
Well, we need space. Apart. From each other. Separation.
We break up.
Yes. It's the logical conclusion.
Yes Ms. Scientist.
Bulma couldn't hold in her smile. Quickly she attempted to smother it and placed a pout on her face.
That's not fair!
Nope, it's not. But what you gonna do about it?
Simple. Get you back!
With that the games had begun and an all out tickle fight had commenced. Somewhere in the war, the two had relocated to the floor. The two ex-lovers were steadily building their friendship up when there was the sound of a door being knocked open with a lot of force.
They both sat up and moved to look down towards the hall. In the remains of the door way at the end of the hall stood Vegeta. And he didn't look happy. When he saw their head peaking around the wall he started bellowing while walking towards them.
Bulma groaned softly before taking a deep breath.
I'M HUNGRY!
Bulma glanced at Yamcha and raised her eyebrows.
Well what the hell do you want me to do about it?
Cook something!
Can you believe this guy? HE wants me to cook for HIM. Do I look like I'm wearing a little waitress outfit?
Yamcha looked her up and down, I don't know, that outfit is pretty uniform-y.
Bulma took her revenge in the form of a swift tickle attack to Yamcha's ribs. He retaliated with a similar attack. The war was back on.
If you are quite finished fooling around with your mate, will you get me something to eat woman.
Both Yamcha and Bulma looked up to see the glaring face of Vegeta above them.
He's not my mate and you can damn well get your own food. There's a fridge there. Use it.
Hmmph. Weakling baka. With that the angry alien stalked back down the hall.
Oh, he gets on my nerves so much sometimes!
Yamcha looked at Bulma, an evil grin tugging at his lips.
That's cause he's jealous babe.
Jealous? What are you talking about? Did you hit your head again?
He brushed of her hands that were searching for a lump.
No, I didn't hit my head again. I just call em like I see em. And he wants you. Therefore jealous.
He what?! Bulma screeched.
Hehehe. Bulma and Vegeta, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes
Don't you even dare!
The singing was soon cut off by the thud of a pillow making contact with Yamcha's facial structure.
The End.
And I mean it this time. No more.