From Tragedy to Romance
By The Antichrist Superstar
I would like to thank all the people who reviewed. I appreciate it. I even thank all those who flamed me. I know that my story sucks but I benefit from your flames.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. But At this present moment I am going to have it within the next chapter or two. (Evil smile.)
Chapter 2. To Love is a loss.
Bulma sped down the highway, clocking in at almost 100 Mph. She was so pissed at Yamcha. How could he forget? He knew that they both had arranged dinner planed at the most exclusive, most expensive in the west city. How could he forget? That was the question that kept haunting Bulma's mind. "Ugh. Men," and with that Bulma floored the gas and turned the off ramp to Yamcha's apartment.
Elsewhere.
"Oh yeah.. Ooh. just like that Yamcha.. Come on, keep going, keep going.."
"And I'm.. spent." Yamcha rolled off to the left side of his king sized bed and tried to regain his lost breath.
The cheep whore next to him put her arm over his muscular chest and laid her head on his arm. "Oh my god. You are amazing in bed," ranted the cheep slut.
"Damn right babe. Damn right."
'Ding Dong' the doorbell rang.
"Yum. That must be the pizza I ordered." Yamcha grabbed a pair of pants and walked to the door. But as fate had it, it wasn't the pizza guy.
"Oh! Bulma Hi! Good to see you." Said Yamcha, all smiles.
"I wish I could say the same thing. What in the hell happened? Didn't we have dinner plans for tonight?" Asked Bulma, shifting one for her eyebrows up.
"Oh shit, I forgot. Sorry babe. Think we could do it another time. You know me. Always something pops up. Baseball. Work. You know how it is." Yamcha leaned in to kiss Bulma but she pulled away.
"Is that.. Perfume I smell on you?" Asked Bulma slightly concerned.
"Um. Bulma there's something I've got to tell you. I'm not really." "Yamcha darling, would you grab me a piece of pizza. I'm starved to death after our workout".
Bulma's eyes widened as she heard the voice of another woman in his apartment. "You were. you did. Oh my god. 'Vegeta was right' "You're cheating on me? With another woman?" Asked Bulma, eyes filling with tears.
"No it's nothing like that. Let me explain." Yamcha tried to hold Bulma in his arms but all he got was a slap to the face.
"You BASTARD. DON'T YOU EVER YOU CALL ME OR GO AROUND MY HOUSE AGAIN" Bulma ran away, crying all the way to her car.
She pressed the unlock and start button and got inside her car. "How did Vegeta know? Why didn't he tell me? How long did he know about it?" all those question clouded Bulma's mind.
Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes, calmed down and drove the long way home.
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Oh how sad. Poor Bulma. I feel so bad for her.
Onward to chapter 3! By the I should have Dragonball Z in my possession. Hahahahaha!
The Antichrist Superstar.
R&R. Flame if you like.
I would like to thank all the people who reviewed. I appreciate it. I even thank all those who flamed me. I know that my story sucks but I benefit from your flames.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. But At this present moment I am going to have it within the next chapter or two. (Evil smile.)
Chapter 2. To Love is a loss.
Bulma sped down the highway, clocking in at almost 100 Mph. She was so pissed at Yamcha. How could he forget? He knew that they both had arranged dinner planed at the most exclusive, most expensive in the west city. How could he forget? That was the question that kept haunting Bulma's mind. "Ugh. Men," and with that Bulma floored the gas and turned the off ramp to Yamcha's apartment.
Elsewhere.
"Oh yeah.. Ooh. just like that Yamcha.. Come on, keep going, keep going.."
"And I'm.. spent." Yamcha rolled off to the left side of his king sized bed and tried to regain his lost breath.
The cheep whore next to him put her arm over his muscular chest and laid her head on his arm. "Oh my god. You are amazing in bed," ranted the cheep slut.
"Damn right babe. Damn right."
'Ding Dong' the doorbell rang.
"Yum. That must be the pizza I ordered." Yamcha grabbed a pair of pants and walked to the door. But as fate had it, it wasn't the pizza guy.
"Oh! Bulma Hi! Good to see you." Said Yamcha, all smiles.
"I wish I could say the same thing. What in the hell happened? Didn't we have dinner plans for tonight?" Asked Bulma, shifting one for her eyebrows up.
"Oh shit, I forgot. Sorry babe. Think we could do it another time. You know me. Always something pops up. Baseball. Work. You know how it is." Yamcha leaned in to kiss Bulma but she pulled away.
"Is that.. Perfume I smell on you?" Asked Bulma slightly concerned.
"Um. Bulma there's something I've got to tell you. I'm not really." "Yamcha darling, would you grab me a piece of pizza. I'm starved to death after our workout".
Bulma's eyes widened as she heard the voice of another woman in his apartment. "You were. you did. Oh my god. 'Vegeta was right' "You're cheating on me? With another woman?" Asked Bulma, eyes filling with tears.
"No it's nothing like that. Let me explain." Yamcha tried to hold Bulma in his arms but all he got was a slap to the face.
"You BASTARD. DON'T YOU EVER YOU CALL ME OR GO AROUND MY HOUSE AGAIN" Bulma ran away, crying all the way to her car.
She pressed the unlock and start button and got inside her car. "How did Vegeta know? Why didn't he tell me? How long did he know about it?" all those question clouded Bulma's mind.
Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes, calmed down and drove the long way home.
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Oh how sad. Poor Bulma. I feel so bad for her.
Onward to chapter 3! By the I should have Dragonball Z in my possession. Hahahahaha!
The Antichrist Superstar.
R&R. Flame if you like.
