Keira and Yamcha's relationship is not what one would call perfect, far from it. Keira is a strong independent woman who just wants to be loved, where Yamcha is trying to change her into a housewife. He has stopped her from training and moved her into his mansion (bought with all that tournament money). And this is just ten months into the relationship.
Keira cherishes his love but she doesn't feel right just sitting around the house all day. Today, Yamcha gives Keira a gift.
"What is it?" Keira asks when Yamcha hand her the large, long box.
"Open it." He answers excitedly.
She opens the box, to see an exquisite dress. The dress is a beautiful hunters green with emerald accents. She lifts the dress out of the box and all she can think is 'where's the rest?' The dress is a mini dress with a cascading front and a very low cut back. 'Does he actually expect me to wear this someplace?' she thinks.
Yamcha is rooting through the closet for something. "Put that on. I'll meet you downstairs."
Keira looks at the dress confused. He really wants her to wear something so out of character. She sighs, if it makes him happy. She leaves to go change and meet him downstairs.
Yamcha is wearing his old uniform and when she sees him she frowns. The least he could do if she has to wear the dress is to wear a suit or something.
"Can't you do something else with your hair and maybe wear makeup?" Yamcha says completely oblivious to how irritated she is.
"No. Why am I wearing this….. dress and you are in that thing?" She snaps, ready to turn tail and run upstairs.
"Because I'm taking you somewhere special today. Now go get in the Viper. I'll be there after a phone call."
Keira thinks for a minute and then goes to the car; she continually tries to pull the short dress down in fear that her butt is going to show. She sits in the passenger side and looks in the mirror. Makeup? Hair? Why does she need such things? Her red hair has a natural wave to it and falls nicely framing her face. Her face is beautiful without all that gunk they call makeup.
Yamcha hops into the driver's seat and has such excitement on his face. "We'll be there in an hour, just relax."
"It would help me relax if you told me where we are going."
Yamcha is silent as they begin on their way. And an hour of silence later, they arrive at their destination, Capsule Corp.. Keira recognizes the place and it begins to come together in her mind. He's going to his reunion with his friends.
Yamcha gets out of the car and waits for Keira to get out. Just a tip, to all those guys out there, open the car door. They approach the door and before they can even knock, Bulma opens the door.
"How great to see you! You must be Keira, Yamcha was telling me all about you!" Bulma says enthusiastically.
Keira is not prepared for this, meeting all these great warriors and getting to talk shop and she's in a little dress. Yamcha and Keira enter, Yamcha has his arm around her waist. They were the last to arrive. All the other men are talking in the living room.
"Hey guys, this is my girlfriend, Keira." Yamcha announces and once all of the attention is on them, he removes his arm, "Keira, why don't you go into the kitchen with the girls?"
Keira raises an eyebrow, so that's how it is. She turns to leave and he pats her on the behind. And that confirms it; he's just using her as a trophy girl, something to make him look good.
She leaves to the kitchen casting one glance over at the warriors. She can learn so much from them and she's stuck like a bird in a cage. Once she enters the kitchen she sees the women gathered over tea, gossiping and watching the children run around on the patio. Is this her future? To sit idly by?
Videl, Chi-chi, 18 and Bulma are all in the kitchen. Bulma sees the anger evident on her face, "You'll get used to it. They go off into their own little world."
Keira holds her tongue. "I'm sorry to be a rude guest."
Chi-chi pulls out a stool, "Don't worry about the boys."
Keira sits, just as Videl speaks. "I remember you. You were at the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament. You beat Yamcha good and he was going full force too."
All the girls look at Keira and Bulma says surprised. "You beat Yamcha?"
"Yes and now I play housewife for him." Keira puts her head in her hands. "How did it come to this? A trophy girl."
"I'm sure you aren't just a trophy to him." Chi-chi tries to comfort Keira.
"Then why'd he make me wear this dress and not let me wear my gi?" Keira says, "I need some air."
Keira walks outside and moments later she hears the door open and close. "I didn't think you'd notice I left."
"I notice everything." A deep voice, she wasn't expecting answers.
Keira whips around to see the tall namek is the one who followed her, not Yamcha who she expected. "Piccolo, right?"
"Yes. You were hoping Yamcha followed you?" Piccolo sits on the grass, in meditative position.
"Well yes….. and no." Keira sits next to Piccolo. "Why did you follow me?"
"Because I needed to get away from all those people. They give me a headache. I don't know why I come to these stupid things." Piccolo snarls, shutting his eyes.
"Ah," Keira falls silent so as not to bother the namek.
"You are strong for a human." Piccolo breaks the silence.
Keira blushes. "You noticed?"
"Not really, you keep your power hidden well. Tien was telling us how you defeated Yamcha. You risked grave injury to hit his opening. You are more wise of a fighter than he will ever be."
"Thank you. It is an honor coming from such a wizened warrior." Keira beams, this is what she wanted to talk about; she wanted to talk to a warrior.
Piccolo smirks. "Wizened?"
"Oh, sorry that was rude." Keira bows her head, blushing embarrassed.
"It's fine." Piccolo keeps grinning. "Why did you leave anyways?"
"Look at me." Keira throws her arms out exasperated. "I'm his new toy to show off to his friends to make them jealous."
Piccolo looks at her from the corner of his eye. "And why are you out here?"
"Because….." Keira trails off.
"You are worthy to be in there with them. Probably more so than a dumbass like Yamcha." Piccolo stands and looks down at the red-haired woman, "What makes you so weak to follow his orders?"
Her weakness? Her weakness stems from a much-troubled life. Her weakness, the craving to be loved, is such a multi-layered problem, one Piccolo could not even begin to comprehend. "You are right. I shouldn't let him control me."
Keira stands and bows her head respectfully. Then she returns inside.