Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right,
is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
Jane Austen
***
Convinced
Chapter 2
"You mean to tell me you went into outer space, B-chan?" Lunch incredulously asked while trying to balance the tons of shopping bags Bulma weighed her down with.
"Oh, it was no big deal," Bulma dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. Then, a wistful expression crossed her face. "Remember all the fun we had, Lunch? Remember all the adventures, all the things that we used to do that made us feel so alive?"
Lunch smiled softly. "Well, it was always you, Krillin, and Son-kun that did most of the adventuring. All I ever did was cook." Then, Lunch started crying.
"Lunch! What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" Bulma cried, disentangling her friend from their extraordinary amount of baggage she was carrying and wrapping her arms around her distraught form.
"Oh, it's nothing, B-chan. Please don't worry about me," Lunch sniffed. "It's just that when I think about those times, I think of Tienshinhan and the mess I made of everything."
"You want to talk about it? Come on, let's go get a cup of coffee!" Bulma started to drag Lunch toward the food court of the mall.
"But our packages!" Lunch exclaimed.
"Oh, right. Hmmm, let me see. Wait! I got it! Hold on a sec!" Bulma whipped out her cell phone and started dialing numbers. "Hello, Dad? Yep, it's your sweet little darling daughter calling! HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!! Listen, I need a favor. Could you send Yamcha over to carry home some bags of stuff Lunch and I bought at the mall? What? Well, you just tell that big jerk that he BETTER come over here! Vegeta can just kiss my ass! Oh, I'm sorry, Dad. Just tell Yamcha I'm putting the packages inside the store we're standing in front of. Frederick's of Hollywood. Thanks, Dad! Love you, too! Bye!"
Bulma clicked her cell phone off and gave a satisfying nod of her head. "See, boyfriends really can come in handy. Oh, Lunch, I'm so sorry to have said that. Please stop crying. Come on, let's get that cup of coffee, and you can tell me all about it."
An hour later, Bulma rolled her eyes for the fiftieth time unnoticed and stirred her cold cup of coffee. Once Lunch had been persuaded to relate her tragic tale of her failed romance with Tien, she hadn't stopped even to draw breath.
"So, I mean, Bulma, I wasn't even there! It was that no-good dirty crook, Kushami, that ruined everything! Sometimes, I really hate her, B-chan, and then, I think how can you hate yourself?"
Bulma thought to herself, "Believe me, I know what you mean. If I'd known what I was getting myself into I would have rather slit my wrists than take this walk down memory lane." But she wisely said instead, "I just don't think it was meant to be, Lu-chan. You mustn't be so hard on Kushami. She's really not so bad. Just a little high strung. Maybe fate has something better than Tien in store for you."
"Better than Tienshinhan?" Lunch asked disbelieving. "Maybe you're right, Bulma. Maybe I have been too critical of my other self. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, B-chan?"
"Go right ahead," Bulma's interest perked up. She loved personal questions. It usually meant the topic of conversation was going to get a lot more exciting.
"Do you think that fate intended for you and Yamcha-chan to be together forever?" Lunch's eyes gleamed hopefully.
Bulma considered the question for a moment. "Well, Yamcha has been hinting that we need to settle down and start a family. I just don't know if I'm ready for that next step. I mean, all those years ago all I wanted was a boyfriend, but now I don't know if I'm ready for a husband yet."
"But you would like Yamcha to be your husband, right? Eventually?" Lunch pressed.
"Sure, I guess so. He's my boyfriend after all," Bulma smiled in an effort to conceal the uneasy flip-flops her stomach was doing and why did Vegeta's face suddenly pop into her head?
***
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?!" Bulma bellowed at the disarray she arrived to find her bedroom in. The contents of that afternoon's shopping extravaganza lay strewn all over the place. Dresses and sweaters swung from the ceiling fan. Knocked over lamps crushed delicate suede shoes. The shredded remains of her brand new comforter concealed crumpled skirts and blouses. The most embarrassing sight had to be her newly acquired lingerie billowing from the balcony outside. She refused to look at the courtyard below to see how much had blown down there.
"WHOEVER DID THIS, I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Bulma yelled again, causing the delicate Lunch to jump.
"That would be Vegeta, sweetheart." Mrs. Briefs chimed in from the doorway, wanting to see what all the hubbub was about. "He was rather upset that you called Yamcha away from their training exercises this afternoon."
"Rather upset?! RATHER UPSET!!! I'll show him who's 'Rather Upset!'" Bulma grabbed Lunch's hand and hauled her downstairs and outside towards the training center.
The door to the room where the warriors were training blew open and a voice screamed, "Computer! Emergency shut down!"
A mechanical voice droned out, "Yes, Ms. Briefs." Then, all the drones and gadgets came to a stop. The surprised fighters dropped to the ground from their floating positions halfway toward the ceiling of the giant space.
Vegeta landed a few steps away from her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled.
Bulma didn't say anything to him, but instead responded with a punch to his face. It ended up surprising him and hurting her hand more than anything, but she got her point across. "DON'T YOU EVER GO IN MY ROOM AGAIN! YOU GOT THAT!"
Vegeta held an amazed hand up to his face. It actually stung a little.
"WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING, TRASHING MY ROOM LIKE THAT? HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND?" Bulma screeched.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOURS?!" Vegeta hollered back. "Do you forget whom it is you're addressing, woman?!"
Vegeta got right in her face, but that didn't faze Bulma one bit. "Listen up, you obnoxious little punk! You have no right going through my stuff like that! And YOU!" she wheeled on Yamcha. "Why did you let him do that?!"
"Me?! How did I get involved in all this? He's the guilty one!" A frightened Yamcha pointed at the scowling Prince. "I'm not the one who trashed your things. He did!"
Bulma spun on her heel to face Vegeta again, who had to admit she was an imposing sight when she was this angry. He almost enjoyed getting her riled up. "I wouldn't have gotten so mad if you hadn't interrupted our training sessions again! And for what? A few bags of those tawdry outfits you so much like to parade around in!"
"Tawdry outfits! Tawdry outfits! I'll have you know my clothing is not TAWDRY! I happen to think I have excellent taste in clothing," she haughtily sniffed. "Hmpf," Vegeta responded, crossing his arms and trying to hide his growing amusement. "I don't appreciate you keeping the weakling away for three hours of valuable sparring time."
"Wait a minute. Did you say THREE hours?" Bulma again turned on Yamcha who was looking determinedly nervous and beginning to sweat profusely. "Yamcha, the mall is only ten minutes from here. It should have only taken you a few minutes to load up the car. It can't have taken more than half an hour for the entire trip."
Yamcha grinned to relieve some of the anxiety he was feeling and tried not to meet Bulma's suddenly suspicious eyes. "Well, see, I can't help it if the ladies in Frederick's were so nice and chatty."
"Nice and chatty, huh? How's this for 'nice and chatty'?" Bulma smacked Yamcha upside the head and turned to storm out, Lunch right on her heels. "MEN! I hate them all!"
Vegeta turned to smirk at the warrior who was rubbing the back of his head. "You've really got to learn to control your woman better, you sniveling excuse for a man."
"Me?! She's the one who punched YOU in the face. I didn't see you laying down any laws. Besides, haven't you learned by now that NO ONE can control the high and mighty Bulma Briefs," Yamcha said sourly.
"Hmpf." Vegeta again touched the red mark on his face and glanced thoughtfully back at the door where Bulma had made her dramatic exit. "I'll deal with her later."
***
After Bulma and Lunch cleaned up the mess in her room and sent the wrinkled items to the laundry facility to be steamed and pressed, the women headed out to Bulma's lab so she could spend a few hours at least on her Dad's project.
"So tell me what you think of Vegeta?" Bulma tried to ask innocently.
Lunch gulped. "I think he's a little - crazy."
Bulma looked up at her from her work. "Compared to who? Seriously?"
"Well, I guess compared with all of our old friends, he kind of fits in," she giggled. "Still, though, he shouldn't have made such a scene in your room."
"Hey, that was nothing!" Bulma waved her hand. "If he'd been really mad, he would have just blown the place up with one of his ki blasts."
Lunch stopped giggling abruptly. "Has this happened before?
"What? Oh, dozens of times. Once every few weeks I guess. I do something he dislikes; he destroys something I hold dear. It's kind of a game we have going on."
"Some game," Lunch mumbled.
"It's nothing, really. You should have seen the fights we had when Vegeta first came to live here. We've calmed down a bit since then. At first, it was a really big adjustment. And with everyone else busy training for the androids who are coming to destroy the Earth, I was really lonely. But, Yamcha was around, and Vegeta makes life interesting, so I adjusted." Bulma sat back in her chair and stretched. "I sometimes wish I was a kid again, and we were off searching for Dragonballs."
"I guess we can't go backwards, B-chan," Lunch sadly replied.
"Nope, and that's why we're not going to sit around and mope about it!" Bulma leapt to her feet, her sudden movements startling her friend. "We're going to go inside and get you all fancied up. See, Vegeta isn't such a bad guy deep down. He's just not ready to admit it, yet. But I think you'll change all that!"
"Gee, Bulma, do you think so?" Lunch started poofing up her hair with her fingers. "I don't know about all this."
"Well, silly, why do you think we bought all those 'tawdry' little outfits? What red-blooded man doesn't like 'tawdry'? Even if he is a Saiyan." Bulma winked.
***
"What's all this shit?" Vegeta asked of the elegantly decked out and candlelit dining room where Mrs. Brief's was setting out dinner.
"I think Bulma is planning something special tonight," Mrs. Briefs chimed in.
"Hmpf," he said and sat down in his normal place and reached for some food.
Mrs. Briefs smacked his hand away and wagged a finger at him. "Uh-uh-uh. You and Yamcha need to wait until the ladies are present."
"Ladies?" Yamcha excitedly asked.
"Ass," Vegeta grumbled. "She means her obnoxious brat and her friend."
"Oh," Yamcha looked crestfallen.
A few moments later the ladies arrived. Bulma walked in first wearing a short simple white dress with her hair (which was newly relaxed from its perm) halfway down her shoulders. The color really showed off her suntan, and the cut accented her figure in all the right places. Next in was Lunch who wore a sexy red Marilyn Monroe-esque dress with a plunging neckline and flared skirt. Her hair still held her trademark red sash, and her look was finished off with some strappy spiked red sandals. Yamcha was immediately drooling.
As the girls sat down, Bulma remarked to Vegeta, "So you haven't said anything about how Lunch looks tonight, Vegeta."
Vegeta couldn't stop staring at how lovely Bulma herself looked. Instead of replying, he crossed his arms and growled.
"Well, I'd say she looks great!" Yamcha enthusiastically replied, leaning over towards the dark blue-haired beauty, who blushed deeply.
"Oh, Yamcha! No one asked you!" Bulma cried, more than a little annoyed. "And what about me, huh? How do I look?"
"Yeah, you look fine, Bulma," Yamcha mechanically replied, never taking his eyes off Lunch. His reply was greeted with a spoon thrown at his head. Vegeta snorted.
"Well, I guess we should eat then," Bulma sullenly said, glaring at her boyfriend.
"Looks like Jacko, the brainless wonder here, is already getting his fill," Vegeta sneered, indicating the way Yamcha was absentmindedly stroking Lunch's forearm as she prattled on about her shopping experience with Bulma. Turning to gauge Bulma's reaction, he made a mental note of the startling contrast between her purple face and the stark white of the dress.
The dinner officially ended when Bulma ripped the tablecloth off the table and tried to strangle Yamcha with it.
***
"DATE! You still want to go on our date after that scene you pulled at dinner!" Bulma yelled.
"I still don't know what you got so upset about. I was just talking to her. Geez!" Yamcha ran a hand through his hair and grinned.
"Just talking? Yeah, right! More like PAWING!" Bulma stamped her foot on the ground in the courtyard outside. Lunch was wringing her hands on a nearby bench looking extremely upset. Vegeta stayed in the shadows with his arms crossed and enjoyed the fireworks. It didn't matter that his stomach was still growling. Food he could always find. Quality entertainment such as this was hard to come by.
"Come on, baby, don't be mad!" Yamcha tried to put his arms around his ticked off girlfriend.
"Get your hands off me, Yamcha! I mean it!" When he wouldn't let go, Bulma smashed the heel of her shoe into his big toe. Yamcha yelped in pain and hobbled a few feet away. "You can just forget about any little 'date' we had tonight. You blew it big time, buster!"
Yamcha nursed his bruised toe as Bulma stormed off into the night. Lunch was looking from one to the other with small cries of "Oh, dear!" periodically escaping her lips. "So, uh, Lunch, what are your plans for tonight?" Yamcha suavely asked, sitting next to her on the bench.
"Oh for the love of Kami! Yamcha, remind me to kick your sorry ass tomorrow!" Vegeta said disgusted as he pushed away from the wall and surprisingly headed off in Bulma's direction.
Jane Austen
***
Convinced
Chapter 2
"You mean to tell me you went into outer space, B-chan?" Lunch incredulously asked while trying to balance the tons of shopping bags Bulma weighed her down with.
"Oh, it was no big deal," Bulma dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. Then, a wistful expression crossed her face. "Remember all the fun we had, Lunch? Remember all the adventures, all the things that we used to do that made us feel so alive?"
Lunch smiled softly. "Well, it was always you, Krillin, and Son-kun that did most of the adventuring. All I ever did was cook." Then, Lunch started crying.
"Lunch! What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" Bulma cried, disentangling her friend from their extraordinary amount of baggage she was carrying and wrapping her arms around her distraught form.
"Oh, it's nothing, B-chan. Please don't worry about me," Lunch sniffed. "It's just that when I think about those times, I think of Tienshinhan and the mess I made of everything."
"You want to talk about it? Come on, let's go get a cup of coffee!" Bulma started to drag Lunch toward the food court of the mall.
"But our packages!" Lunch exclaimed.
"Oh, right. Hmmm, let me see. Wait! I got it! Hold on a sec!" Bulma whipped out her cell phone and started dialing numbers. "Hello, Dad? Yep, it's your sweet little darling daughter calling! HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!! Listen, I need a favor. Could you send Yamcha over to carry home some bags of stuff Lunch and I bought at the mall? What? Well, you just tell that big jerk that he BETTER come over here! Vegeta can just kiss my ass! Oh, I'm sorry, Dad. Just tell Yamcha I'm putting the packages inside the store we're standing in front of. Frederick's of Hollywood. Thanks, Dad! Love you, too! Bye!"
Bulma clicked her cell phone off and gave a satisfying nod of her head. "See, boyfriends really can come in handy. Oh, Lunch, I'm so sorry to have said that. Please stop crying. Come on, let's get that cup of coffee, and you can tell me all about it."
An hour later, Bulma rolled her eyes for the fiftieth time unnoticed and stirred her cold cup of coffee. Once Lunch had been persuaded to relate her tragic tale of her failed romance with Tien, she hadn't stopped even to draw breath.
"So, I mean, Bulma, I wasn't even there! It was that no-good dirty crook, Kushami, that ruined everything! Sometimes, I really hate her, B-chan, and then, I think how can you hate yourself?"
Bulma thought to herself, "Believe me, I know what you mean. If I'd known what I was getting myself into I would have rather slit my wrists than take this walk down memory lane." But she wisely said instead, "I just don't think it was meant to be, Lu-chan. You mustn't be so hard on Kushami. She's really not so bad. Just a little high strung. Maybe fate has something better than Tien in store for you."
"Better than Tienshinhan?" Lunch asked disbelieving. "Maybe you're right, Bulma. Maybe I have been too critical of my other self. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, B-chan?"
"Go right ahead," Bulma's interest perked up. She loved personal questions. It usually meant the topic of conversation was going to get a lot more exciting.
"Do you think that fate intended for you and Yamcha-chan to be together forever?" Lunch's eyes gleamed hopefully.
Bulma considered the question for a moment. "Well, Yamcha has been hinting that we need to settle down and start a family. I just don't know if I'm ready for that next step. I mean, all those years ago all I wanted was a boyfriend, but now I don't know if I'm ready for a husband yet."
"But you would like Yamcha to be your husband, right? Eventually?" Lunch pressed.
"Sure, I guess so. He's my boyfriend after all," Bulma smiled in an effort to conceal the uneasy flip-flops her stomach was doing and why did Vegeta's face suddenly pop into her head?
***
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?!" Bulma bellowed at the disarray she arrived to find her bedroom in. The contents of that afternoon's shopping extravaganza lay strewn all over the place. Dresses and sweaters swung from the ceiling fan. Knocked over lamps crushed delicate suede shoes. The shredded remains of her brand new comforter concealed crumpled skirts and blouses. The most embarrassing sight had to be her newly acquired lingerie billowing from the balcony outside. She refused to look at the courtyard below to see how much had blown down there.
"WHOEVER DID THIS, I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Bulma yelled again, causing the delicate Lunch to jump.
"That would be Vegeta, sweetheart." Mrs. Briefs chimed in from the doorway, wanting to see what all the hubbub was about. "He was rather upset that you called Yamcha away from their training exercises this afternoon."
"Rather upset?! RATHER UPSET!!! I'll show him who's 'Rather Upset!'" Bulma grabbed Lunch's hand and hauled her downstairs and outside towards the training center.
The door to the room where the warriors were training blew open and a voice screamed, "Computer! Emergency shut down!"
A mechanical voice droned out, "Yes, Ms. Briefs." Then, all the drones and gadgets came to a stop. The surprised fighters dropped to the ground from their floating positions halfway toward the ceiling of the giant space.
Vegeta landed a few steps away from her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled.
Bulma didn't say anything to him, but instead responded with a punch to his face. It ended up surprising him and hurting her hand more than anything, but she got her point across. "DON'T YOU EVER GO IN MY ROOM AGAIN! YOU GOT THAT!"
Vegeta held an amazed hand up to his face. It actually stung a little.
"WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING, TRASHING MY ROOM LIKE THAT? HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND?" Bulma screeched.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOURS?!" Vegeta hollered back. "Do you forget whom it is you're addressing, woman?!"
Vegeta got right in her face, but that didn't faze Bulma one bit. "Listen up, you obnoxious little punk! You have no right going through my stuff like that! And YOU!" she wheeled on Yamcha. "Why did you let him do that?!"
"Me?! How did I get involved in all this? He's the guilty one!" A frightened Yamcha pointed at the scowling Prince. "I'm not the one who trashed your things. He did!"
Bulma spun on her heel to face Vegeta again, who had to admit she was an imposing sight when she was this angry. He almost enjoyed getting her riled up. "I wouldn't have gotten so mad if you hadn't interrupted our training sessions again! And for what? A few bags of those tawdry outfits you so much like to parade around in!"
"Tawdry outfits! Tawdry outfits! I'll have you know my clothing is not TAWDRY! I happen to think I have excellent taste in clothing," she haughtily sniffed. "Hmpf," Vegeta responded, crossing his arms and trying to hide his growing amusement. "I don't appreciate you keeping the weakling away for three hours of valuable sparring time."
"Wait a minute. Did you say THREE hours?" Bulma again turned on Yamcha who was looking determinedly nervous and beginning to sweat profusely. "Yamcha, the mall is only ten minutes from here. It should have only taken you a few minutes to load up the car. It can't have taken more than half an hour for the entire trip."
Yamcha grinned to relieve some of the anxiety he was feeling and tried not to meet Bulma's suddenly suspicious eyes. "Well, see, I can't help it if the ladies in Frederick's were so nice and chatty."
"Nice and chatty, huh? How's this for 'nice and chatty'?" Bulma smacked Yamcha upside the head and turned to storm out, Lunch right on her heels. "MEN! I hate them all!"
Vegeta turned to smirk at the warrior who was rubbing the back of his head. "You've really got to learn to control your woman better, you sniveling excuse for a man."
"Me?! She's the one who punched YOU in the face. I didn't see you laying down any laws. Besides, haven't you learned by now that NO ONE can control the high and mighty Bulma Briefs," Yamcha said sourly.
"Hmpf." Vegeta again touched the red mark on his face and glanced thoughtfully back at the door where Bulma had made her dramatic exit. "I'll deal with her later."
***
After Bulma and Lunch cleaned up the mess in her room and sent the wrinkled items to the laundry facility to be steamed and pressed, the women headed out to Bulma's lab so she could spend a few hours at least on her Dad's project.
"So tell me what you think of Vegeta?" Bulma tried to ask innocently.
Lunch gulped. "I think he's a little - crazy."
Bulma looked up at her from her work. "Compared to who? Seriously?"
"Well, I guess compared with all of our old friends, he kind of fits in," she giggled. "Still, though, he shouldn't have made such a scene in your room."
"Hey, that was nothing!" Bulma waved her hand. "If he'd been really mad, he would have just blown the place up with one of his ki blasts."
Lunch stopped giggling abruptly. "Has this happened before?
"What? Oh, dozens of times. Once every few weeks I guess. I do something he dislikes; he destroys something I hold dear. It's kind of a game we have going on."
"Some game," Lunch mumbled.
"It's nothing, really. You should have seen the fights we had when Vegeta first came to live here. We've calmed down a bit since then. At first, it was a really big adjustment. And with everyone else busy training for the androids who are coming to destroy the Earth, I was really lonely. But, Yamcha was around, and Vegeta makes life interesting, so I adjusted." Bulma sat back in her chair and stretched. "I sometimes wish I was a kid again, and we were off searching for Dragonballs."
"I guess we can't go backwards, B-chan," Lunch sadly replied.
"Nope, and that's why we're not going to sit around and mope about it!" Bulma leapt to her feet, her sudden movements startling her friend. "We're going to go inside and get you all fancied up. See, Vegeta isn't such a bad guy deep down. He's just not ready to admit it, yet. But I think you'll change all that!"
"Gee, Bulma, do you think so?" Lunch started poofing up her hair with her fingers. "I don't know about all this."
"Well, silly, why do you think we bought all those 'tawdry' little outfits? What red-blooded man doesn't like 'tawdry'? Even if he is a Saiyan." Bulma winked.
***
"What's all this shit?" Vegeta asked of the elegantly decked out and candlelit dining room where Mrs. Brief's was setting out dinner.
"I think Bulma is planning something special tonight," Mrs. Briefs chimed in.
"Hmpf," he said and sat down in his normal place and reached for some food.
Mrs. Briefs smacked his hand away and wagged a finger at him. "Uh-uh-uh. You and Yamcha need to wait until the ladies are present."
"Ladies?" Yamcha excitedly asked.
"Ass," Vegeta grumbled. "She means her obnoxious brat and her friend."
"Oh," Yamcha looked crestfallen.
A few moments later the ladies arrived. Bulma walked in first wearing a short simple white dress with her hair (which was newly relaxed from its perm) halfway down her shoulders. The color really showed off her suntan, and the cut accented her figure in all the right places. Next in was Lunch who wore a sexy red Marilyn Monroe-esque dress with a plunging neckline and flared skirt. Her hair still held her trademark red sash, and her look was finished off with some strappy spiked red sandals. Yamcha was immediately drooling.
As the girls sat down, Bulma remarked to Vegeta, "So you haven't said anything about how Lunch looks tonight, Vegeta."
Vegeta couldn't stop staring at how lovely Bulma herself looked. Instead of replying, he crossed his arms and growled.
"Well, I'd say she looks great!" Yamcha enthusiastically replied, leaning over towards the dark blue-haired beauty, who blushed deeply.
"Oh, Yamcha! No one asked you!" Bulma cried, more than a little annoyed. "And what about me, huh? How do I look?"
"Yeah, you look fine, Bulma," Yamcha mechanically replied, never taking his eyes off Lunch. His reply was greeted with a spoon thrown at his head. Vegeta snorted.
"Well, I guess we should eat then," Bulma sullenly said, glaring at her boyfriend.
"Looks like Jacko, the brainless wonder here, is already getting his fill," Vegeta sneered, indicating the way Yamcha was absentmindedly stroking Lunch's forearm as she prattled on about her shopping experience with Bulma. Turning to gauge Bulma's reaction, he made a mental note of the startling contrast between her purple face and the stark white of the dress.
The dinner officially ended when Bulma ripped the tablecloth off the table and tried to strangle Yamcha with it.
***
"DATE! You still want to go on our date after that scene you pulled at dinner!" Bulma yelled.
"I still don't know what you got so upset about. I was just talking to her. Geez!" Yamcha ran a hand through his hair and grinned.
"Just talking? Yeah, right! More like PAWING!" Bulma stamped her foot on the ground in the courtyard outside. Lunch was wringing her hands on a nearby bench looking extremely upset. Vegeta stayed in the shadows with his arms crossed and enjoyed the fireworks. It didn't matter that his stomach was still growling. Food he could always find. Quality entertainment such as this was hard to come by.
"Come on, baby, don't be mad!" Yamcha tried to put his arms around his ticked off girlfriend.
"Get your hands off me, Yamcha! I mean it!" When he wouldn't let go, Bulma smashed the heel of her shoe into his big toe. Yamcha yelped in pain and hobbled a few feet away. "You can just forget about any little 'date' we had tonight. You blew it big time, buster!"
Yamcha nursed his bruised toe as Bulma stormed off into the night. Lunch was looking from one to the other with small cries of "Oh, dear!" periodically escaping her lips. "So, uh, Lunch, what are your plans for tonight?" Yamcha suavely asked, sitting next to her on the bench.
"Oh for the love of Kami! Yamcha, remind me to kick your sorry ass tomorrow!" Vegeta said disgusted as he pushed away from the wall and surprisingly headed off in Bulma's direction.