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Chapter 1:

Bulma was cleaning off the counter as the last costumer was leaving the restaurant. It was the busiest night of the week. She hated Fridays, all the sick, perverted men came in and she had to be as nice to them. Even though she got the most tips on this day, she wanted to quit working on days like these, but she knew they needed as much help as possible, no one wanted to work on Fridays. Bulma sighed.

"Another tired night." said a voice behind her.

Bulma turned around to see her boyfriend, Yamcha. Her boyfriend was the owner of the restaurant she worked at. They had been going out for some time now. She loved Yamcha with all her heart. And she was pretty sure that he loved her the same.

"Yeah, I got 500 dollars in tips though."

"That's great, honey."

"Yeah, sure that part is great, but the people men are horrible."

"Don't worry, it will get better." he said as he started walking closer to her. He pulled her into a kiss. When they broke the kiss, she was blushing. You would think that after 5 years she would stop acting so childish. Yamcha just smiled at her.

"So are you coming over tonight?" Yamcha said with some excitement in his voice.

"I don't think so, I'm really exhausted. I'm going to go home and take a long shower and go to sleep."

"Ahhh...too bad I was hoping you would." Yamcha said slyly.

"Really?" Bulma replied seductively. "And what were you thinking...?"

"Nothing much...just a little FUN."

"Well, I would, but not tonight."

"Alright, no problem, but you OWE me one."

"Fine." she replied smiling. "Well, I have to finish cleaning up"

"Alright, I'll be in the basement, doing some business. Just call me on the intercom and I'll take you home."

"Alright sweetie."

As Yamcha walk towards the back of the restaurant, he looked over at Bulma making sure that she wasn't looking at where he was going. As soon as he knew it was clear, he went down the stairs and closed the door.

* * *

Bulma was always suspicious to where Yamcha did his business. She's been in his office, a couple of times. It's so plain, dull, and boring, she didn't understand why he was in it so much. He has a computer, file cabinet, calculator and an office desk chair. That's it, but whenever he came from it he was the happiest man in the world. –Men,­- Bulma thought to herself, -always so easily amused-

It was already 1 in the morning by time Bulma finished cleaning up. She looked around to see if everything was in place. Then, she noticed a fallen chair on the floor. She would have left it till the morning, but it would bother her to no end. She placed it back to its' proper place satisfied.

* * *

She called on to the intercom for Yamcha. He didn't answer until after the fourth yell.

"YAMCHA!" Bulma yelled for the fifth time.

"Oh, Sorry, I went out for a second." Yamcha sounded out of breath.

"It's alright, but I'm ready to go."

"O.k., I'll be right there."

"Okay." Bulma letting go of the intercom button.

Within 5 minutes, Yamcha was upstairs. He stopped by the bathroom to check that he wasn't a mess.

"There you are…" Bulma said agitated "Where were you?"

"Sorry, I got tied up with some business."

Bulma noticed Yamcha appearance. He looked worn out and sounded like he was out of breath. It wasn't the first time Yamcha came from the basement like this. It happened a couple of times before. Bulma just pushed that thought to the back of her head. -What am I thinking?- Bulma mumbled to herself.

"Huh? Did you say something?" he asked as they reached the car.

She shook her head in response.

* * *

They drove in silence. She was still baffled to his appearance. And pushing it out of her mind was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She had let this go to many times.

He tried to strike up a conversation a couple of times, but she wasn't in the mood. He just passed it off, as she was still a bit peeved to have waited so long.

As they reached her house, Bulma was nothing, but relieved. She gave him a kiss on the cheek much to his dislike and waved goodbye as she went through the door…

Author's Note:

This is a first for me. I'm new the DBZ part of this website. I hope that you enjoy my story. Please Review. Till next time (pochahontas82)