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Objection

Bulma woke up with a headache. She was still dressed and her shoes were still on, and there were red lines cutting across her face where her tears had been. Rubbing her head, she rolled out of bed and wrenched a brush through her frizzy bedhead. A shower and a change would do her well.

She dragged herself into the shower and found herself humming I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out My Hair. A humorless smile crossed her face as she wrapped a towel around her and her hair and walked back to her room.

She changed into jeans and a red shirt and pulled her hair off her face in a ponytail, and headed downstairs to eat.

"Miss Bulma, ma'am?"

"Yes, Suzette?" Bulma asked the little robot maid.

"Mr. Yamcha is here to talk to you."

"Tell him I'm not expecting any two-timing creeps today," Bulma said, turning to go to the kitchen.

Suzette rolled away, then came back.

"Please, Miss Bulma, ma'am, he says he really wants to see you."

"Tell him I said no."

Suzette rolled away again, then came back with another message.

"He says he won't leave until you talk to him."

Bulma sighed. "Fine, I'll talk to him."

"He's waiting for you in the living room, Miss Bulma, ma'am."

"Thank you, Suzette." Bulma turned toward the living room.

"Bulma." Yamcha stood up when he saw her.

"Speak fast, Yamcha. You don't know how much self-restraint I'm using now."

"I want to talk to you about last night."
"Too bad. I don't want to."

"Bulma, be re…"

"REASONABLE?! Listen, Yamcha, you and I have been dating since were what, 12? We went through our Dragonball hunts, you dying, Namek, the Saiyans, together. I forgave you for that thing with Haski…"

"That was NOT my fault. You saw that the wrong way…"

"The whole thing is, I was faithful and understanding throughout our entire relationship. And then, out of the clear blue, you decide you love someone else. So don't talk to me about being RESONABLE!"

"Bulma, I wish you'd understand why I love Keely…"

"What's not to love about that serving maid with the fashion mode looks?" Bulma said angrily.

It's not our fault that she's so irresistible

"That's not the reason I love her!" Yamcha yelped. "And that's not what I came here to do. I came here to say that we have come too far together to let this destroy any remnant of friendship we might have left."

"Yeah? Well that's too bad, because I never want to see you again! Go back to your new fling and worship the ground she walks on, and never give another thought about the blue-haired girl you used to date!

But all the damage she's caused isn't fixable

Every 20 seconds you repeat her name

When it comes to me, you don't care

If I'm alive or dead

So

"Bulma…"

"Shut up! I loved you, Yamcha! I tried to make you see that! I have been very understanding through all of this. And you toyed around with my emotions, then you left! You made your choice! You're finished here!"

Bulma turned and stomped away.

Objection

I don't wanna be the exception

To get a bit of your attention

I love you for free

And I'm not your mother

But you don't even bother

Objection

I'm tired of this triangle

Got dizzy dancing tango

I'm falling apart in your hands again

No way

I've got to get away

"Bulma! Come back here!" Yamcha ran off after her.

Bulma quickened her pace, but Yamcha caught up with her and grabbed her arm, wrenching her around.

"You know that is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard from you," he hissed. "I told you right from the start about Keely and this situation. I tried to show you both that I would be impartial until I made the decision."

"Stop it! YOU. ARE. A. LIAR. A liar, you hear me?! A liar and a player! She walked by with her DD cup and you just couldn't stop yourself, huh? Compared to me, she's the next Britney Spears!"

She yanked her arm free and turned, stomping, away.

Next to that gypsy-like con I look minimal

That's why in front of your eyes I'm invisible

But you gotta know small things also count

You better put your feet on the ground

And see what it's about

So

"Bulma!"

"Go away!"

Objection

I don't wanna be the exception

To get a bit of your attention

I love you for free

And I'm not your mother

But you don't even bother

Objection

The angles of this triangle

Got dizzy dancing tango

I'm falling apart in your hands again

No way

No, no, no, no, no

Yamcha again ran after her, but this time got in front of her. "Bulma. Stop it. You know that is not true. Don't tell me you never want to see me again. That is a lie."
Bulma fought back tears. "I'm sorry Yamcha, but it IS true. Leave Capsule Corps. Don't come back. You chose Keely, and I can't abide that. I'm sorry, but that's it."
She brushed past him, a tear slipping down her cheek.

I wish there was a chance for you and me

I wish you couldn't find a place to be

Away from here

This is pathetic

It's sardonic

It's sadistic

It's psychotic

Love was not for three

Was never meant be

But you keep trying

Rehearsing

And training like a horse

Don't you count on me

Oh, don't you count on me, boy

Instead of turning towards the kitchen, Bulma went upstairs, toward her room.

"What are you doing?" Yamcha called from the bottom of the stairs.

"You know what? You don't have to leave."

Objection

I don't wanna be the exception

To get a bit of your attention

I love you for free

And I'm not your mother

But you don't even bother

Objection

I'm tried of this triangle

Got dizzy dancing tango

I'm falling apart in your hands again

No way

I've got to get away

Get away

Get away

Get away

I'm falling apart in your hands

Get away

I'm falling apart in your hands again

Get away

"Why is that?"
"You're not leaving."

Bulma came down the stairs, dragging a suitcase.

"I am."

Get away

And the plot thickens!

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