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Chapter 4
Tears
Last time on Dragon Ball DX…
"Am not!" the girl said in the background.
"Shut up, Kiata. Seriously, who are you gonna believe, her or me?" Yamcha said.
"Her," Bulma replied. "As I said earlier, we're through. It's over, Yamcha. Over. Got it? Over. I'm not going to stay with you if you can't change. Which, obviously, you can't, sooo…It's over."
Bulma hung up the phone. A tear slid down her cheek. How could he? After all we've been through! She started crying, and fell to her knees.
"Woman, stop your crying."
Bulma looked up. Vegeta was still standing there. She realized he must have been there all along.
"Your blubbering is giving me a headache. And I'm still waiting for you to fix some food," he said.
"You inconsiderate jerk!" Bulma said. "I just broke up with my boyfriend! And you're acting like I have no reason to be upset!"
"Look, it's not the end of the world. But if I don't get food, it could be. See, if I don't eat, I can't train, and if I can't train, the androids destroy the world, because no one else can beat them except Kakarot, who might not even be able to, either, thanks to that heart virus, so I have to surpass him, which cannot be done IF I DON'T GET FOOD NOW!!!!!" Vegeta said, speaking faster as he went along.
"Learn to cook," Bulma replied.
"Princes don't cook," Vegeta said.
"Whatever," Bulma said, walking into the kitchen.
"Hurry up!" Vegeta yelled.
"Calm down. I'm working on it," Bulma said, preparing to cook his food.