ACT 9: BULMA'S TUNE
DISCLAIMER: Due to the lack of updates, this must mean that I'm busy, right? Well, I've recently bought DBZ, so I've been rather busy lately.
Dinah: (Feleda's cat) *jumps on Feleda*
Feleda: Huh? What? *wakes up* I had the greatest dream that I owned DBZ, and fans everywhere loved me!
Dinah: Mwror! *starts kneading Feleda*
Feleda: What's that you say? Oh right, the disclaimer. I don't own DBZ or the song "Set me Free!"
Feleda: Looking over the last act, I noticed that I had forgotten two chibis: Chi-Chi and Dende. Whoops. Oh well, I don't think Bulma would've been able to handle anymore. OK, this act takes a somewhat "serious" twist. But, honestly, I think it's safe to say that any DBZ character caught singing these songs is very silly (see Act 1 for proof.) Thank you everyone for the reviews!
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Sometime during the three years before the Androids…
Bulma was waiting impatiently outside of Capsule Corp. for Yamcha to show up. They were *supposed* to be going to a nice Italian restaurant to give Yamcha a break from training. She checked her watch for the umpteenth time, and tapped her for impatiently. "Where the hell is he, damn it?" she said
"Hey Bulma!" Yamcha called, driving up in his convertible.
She smiled, and walked over. At least Yamcha called her by name, not by "Woman!" as Vegeta did. Sliding into the car she began greeting Yamcha, and then she caught a whiff of perfume. "Yamcha," she growled.
"What?"
"Is it just me, or do I smell perfume in this car?" she asked. Then, "And what's this?!" she shrieked, holding up a bra that she found between the seat and the door.
"I have no idea," Yamcha lied. Bulma raised a dainty eyebrow. "Honest!"
"Uh-huh. Listen, Yamcha; we both know this relationship isn't working. You're too much of a ladies' man, and we don't see each other much. Why don't we just call it quits? It was fun while it lasted," she said, getting out of the car.
"Wait!" he grabbed her arm. "Bulma, please…"
She whirled around, a look in her eyes that would send Freeza cowering, directed at Yamcha. She replied Yamcha's plea:
"Set me free why don'tcha baby?" she sang.
"What are you talking about?" Yamcha asked. Bulma put a hand over his mouth, and continued, while walking away.
"Get out of my life, why don'tcha baby?" Yamcah was following her.
"Cause you don't really love me,
"You just keep me hanging on," she sang, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"You don't really need me,
"But you keep me hangin on." She made a fist, and looked like she was trying to contain herself from punching Yamcha.
"Why do you keep comin' round," she motioned her home with an outstretched arm.
"Playin' with my heart?" she asked, turning around, hands balled into fists over her chest.
"Why don't you get out of my life," she pointed in the opposite direction of Capsule Corp.
"And let me make a new start," Bulma cried, flinging her arms open
"Let me get over you, the way you've gotten over me- hey!"
"But Bulma, I'm not over you! Please, listen to me…"
"Not over me, huh? Then how do you explain this?" Bulma asked, shoving the bra (she had subconsciously held onto it) into Yamcha's face.
"I can explain…"
"No!
"Set me free, why don'tcha babe,
"Let me be why don't you baby,
"Cause you don't really love me,
"You just keep me hanging on." Bulma calmly sang.
"Now you don't really want me," she sang, looking into his eyes. "You just keep me hanging on
"You say tha' although we broke up, you still wanna be just friends,
"But how can we still be friends, when seein' you only breaks my heart again?" she sang.
"And there ain't nothin' I can do about it," she chanted this, more than sang it, and accented it with a snap of her fingers at the end. They had now entered Capsule Corp. Bulma hung up her shawl, set her purse down, and put on some sandals.
"Wohoho…" one of Mrs. Briefs' records sang.
Bulma smirked, and sang with it.
"Set me free why don'tcha babe."
"Wohoho…" the record accompanied.
"Get out o' my life, why don'tcha babe?" she asked, herding him back to the door.
"You claim you still care abou' me, but your heart and soul needs to be free." She put her hands to her heart, then fluttered them away.
"And now that you've got your freedon, you still wanna hold onto me." She motioned to herself.
"You don't want me for yourself,
"So let me find somebody else-eh-eh." She shook her shoulders slightly, grinning slightly.
"Why don't you be a man about it?" she smiled, and put her hands up, like giving a suggestion.
"And set me free
"Now, you don't care a thing about me, you're just using me," she now sang bitterly.
"Go on, get out, get out of my life," she was pushing him out the door.
"And let me sleep at night." Bulma now motioned up to the moon with her head.
"Cause you don't really love me, you just keep me hangin' on!" She ended with a flourish, and slammed the door in his face.
Bulma walked over to the kitchen, to fix herself dinner, and cancel the reservations. There, she found an all too familiar sight: Vegeta was pigging out- food was all over the small table. Now, though, he was staring at her. "What? Is my face blue or something?" she snapped.
Vegeta shook his head, taking himself out of whatever trance he was in. "No, no." He went back to his food. *Oh my sweet Kami! A woman that can sing with style! I've searched the Galaxy for one such as this…*
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"What happened to your date with Yamcha?" he asked, playing innocent.
Bulma snorted. "Oh, things didn't go the way they were planned." She grabbed a piece of fish.
Vegeta, if we could see how he was inwardly reacting, would have looked like he was about to faint, and was hyperventiating. *Ah! She's eating my fish! Stay calm Vegeta, look cool. You're the man….*
And so, Bulma and Vegeta had an exciting evening of eating.
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And that's how one of the most beloved couples in DBZ got together. And, now we know how Trunks got his singing genes. Just to clear things up, I am a Yamcha fan. I seriously think he's an underappreciated character. So, this had nothing against him, it's just that this love triangle was the only one that really worked. Hope you liked this chapter though! Please R & R!
DISCLAIMER: Due to the lack of updates, this must mean that I'm busy, right? Well, I've recently bought DBZ, so I've been rather busy lately.
Dinah: (Feleda's cat) *jumps on Feleda*
Feleda: Huh? What? *wakes up* I had the greatest dream that I owned DBZ, and fans everywhere loved me!
Dinah: Mwror! *starts kneading Feleda*
Feleda: What's that you say? Oh right, the disclaimer. I don't own DBZ or the song "Set me Free!"
Feleda: Looking over the last act, I noticed that I had forgotten two chibis: Chi-Chi and Dende. Whoops. Oh well, I don't think Bulma would've been able to handle anymore. OK, this act takes a somewhat "serious" twist. But, honestly, I think it's safe to say that any DBZ character caught singing these songs is very silly (see Act 1 for proof.) Thank you everyone for the reviews!
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Sometime during the three years before the Androids…
Bulma was waiting impatiently outside of Capsule Corp. for Yamcha to show up. They were *supposed* to be going to a nice Italian restaurant to give Yamcha a break from training. She checked her watch for the umpteenth time, and tapped her for impatiently. "Where the hell is he, damn it?" she said
"Hey Bulma!" Yamcha called, driving up in his convertible.
She smiled, and walked over. At least Yamcha called her by name, not by "Woman!" as Vegeta did. Sliding into the car she began greeting Yamcha, and then she caught a whiff of perfume. "Yamcha," she growled.
"What?"
"Is it just me, or do I smell perfume in this car?" she asked. Then, "And what's this?!" she shrieked, holding up a bra that she found between the seat and the door.
"I have no idea," Yamcha lied. Bulma raised a dainty eyebrow. "Honest!"
"Uh-huh. Listen, Yamcha; we both know this relationship isn't working. You're too much of a ladies' man, and we don't see each other much. Why don't we just call it quits? It was fun while it lasted," she said, getting out of the car.
"Wait!" he grabbed her arm. "Bulma, please…"
She whirled around, a look in her eyes that would send Freeza cowering, directed at Yamcha. She replied Yamcha's plea:
"Set me free why don'tcha baby?" she sang.
"What are you talking about?" Yamcha asked. Bulma put a hand over his mouth, and continued, while walking away.
"Get out of my life, why don'tcha baby?" Yamcah was following her.
"Cause you don't really love me,
"You just keep me hanging on," she sang, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"You don't really need me,
"But you keep me hangin on." She made a fist, and looked like she was trying to contain herself from punching Yamcha.
"Why do you keep comin' round," she motioned her home with an outstretched arm.
"Playin' with my heart?" she asked, turning around, hands balled into fists over her chest.
"Why don't you get out of my life," she pointed in the opposite direction of Capsule Corp.
"And let me make a new start," Bulma cried, flinging her arms open
"Let me get over you, the way you've gotten over me- hey!"
"But Bulma, I'm not over you! Please, listen to me…"
"Not over me, huh? Then how do you explain this?" Bulma asked, shoving the bra (she had subconsciously held onto it) into Yamcha's face.
"I can explain…"
"No!
"Set me free, why don'tcha babe,
"Let me be why don't you baby,
"Cause you don't really love me,
"You just keep me hanging on." Bulma calmly sang.
"Now you don't really want me," she sang, looking into his eyes. "You just keep me hanging on
"You say tha' although we broke up, you still wanna be just friends,
"But how can we still be friends, when seein' you only breaks my heart again?" she sang.
"And there ain't nothin' I can do about it," she chanted this, more than sang it, and accented it with a snap of her fingers at the end. They had now entered Capsule Corp. Bulma hung up her shawl, set her purse down, and put on some sandals.
"Wohoho…" one of Mrs. Briefs' records sang.
Bulma smirked, and sang with it.
"Set me free why don'tcha babe."
"Wohoho…" the record accompanied.
"Get out o' my life, why don'tcha babe?" she asked, herding him back to the door.
"You claim you still care abou' me, but your heart and soul needs to be free." She put her hands to her heart, then fluttered them away.
"And now that you've got your freedon, you still wanna hold onto me." She motioned to herself.
"You don't want me for yourself,
"So let me find somebody else-eh-eh." She shook her shoulders slightly, grinning slightly.
"Why don't you be a man about it?" she smiled, and put her hands up, like giving a suggestion.
"And set me free
"Now, you don't care a thing about me, you're just using me," she now sang bitterly.
"Go on, get out, get out of my life," she was pushing him out the door.
"And let me sleep at night." Bulma now motioned up to the moon with her head.
"Cause you don't really love me, you just keep me hangin' on!" She ended with a flourish, and slammed the door in his face.
Bulma walked over to the kitchen, to fix herself dinner, and cancel the reservations. There, she found an all too familiar sight: Vegeta was pigging out- food was all over the small table. Now, though, he was staring at her. "What? Is my face blue or something?" she snapped.
Vegeta shook his head, taking himself out of whatever trance he was in. "No, no." He went back to his food. *Oh my sweet Kami! A woman that can sing with style! I've searched the Galaxy for one such as this…*
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"What happened to your date with Yamcha?" he asked, playing innocent.
Bulma snorted. "Oh, things didn't go the way they were planned." She grabbed a piece of fish.
Vegeta, if we could see how he was inwardly reacting, would have looked like he was about to faint, and was hyperventiating. *Ah! She's eating my fish! Stay calm Vegeta, look cool. You're the man….*
And so, Bulma and Vegeta had an exciting evening of eating.
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And that's how one of the most beloved couples in DBZ got together. And, now we know how Trunks got his singing genes. Just to clear things up, I am a Yamcha fan. I seriously think he's an underappreciated character. So, this had nothing against him, it's just that this love triangle was the only one that really worked. Hope you liked this chapter though! Please R & R!