Do you think that the God of Destruction exists?

Who?

The God of Destruction. The deity responsible for the death and destruction of mortals.

Oh... I don't know. I'm not sure about that. Why did you ask me such a question?

Nothing. I'm just curious since it's becoming a trend these days on the internet. They say that you can summon the God of Destruction through some kind of ritual.

Oh... I think I remember now. Saten was talking about it this morning. She said she and Sanemi tried the ritual during the devil's hour earlier. They're disappointed that nobody showed up.

Hahahaha. Really? Are they crazy?

I guess they were curious if the urban legend was true. Saten's husband cheated on her so I guess she wanted to get rid of him and his mistress.

Come on! An urban legend is just an urban legend! Saten must be desperate she must have lost her mind!

I guess so. But, isn't there a creepy rumor that the suspect in the mass shooting that happened in the Pepper Village three years ago made a deal with the-.

-Psssst! Quiet, you! She's here!

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Uh... Come on. Let's go home, I still have dinner to cook...

Chapter 3: The One who Wished for the World to be Destroyed

Bulma went to the shopping district to buy her birthday cake for her exciting celebration tonight. While she was curiously choosing among the variety of cakes being displayed through the glass window of a cake shop, she overheard two women talking about the incident in the Pepper Village and she turned her head towards their direction. When the two women recognized her, they immediately hushed their voices and quickly left.

Three years had passed since that horrifying incident but people still could not mind their own business. She didn't know why the rumors have resurfaced again these past few days, two years after the video of Saike Regin terrifyingly taking his own life first went viral and was forgotten. Bulma bitterly scoffed as she rolled her eyes. Just as she was able to recover from that horrific event she went through...

She entered the cake shop and bought herself a medium-sized strawberry shortcake. She loved strawberries so she was excited to eat them tonight. After that, she proceeded to buy some bottles of beer from a convenience store. While walking out of the shopping district, she saw a familiar figure in one of the shops. She turned and looked closely to find that it was a jewelry shop. The familiar figure she saw was her boyfriend, Yamcha, looking at the display of pieces of jewelry curiously.

Bulma smiled to herself, pleased upon knowing that he could be buying something as a birthday present for her tonight. How sweet of him to do this for her. In her heart, she got excited but a little disappointed as well when she realized that it won't be a surprise any longer.

She watched at his back, wondering what kind of design he was looking at. Is it a necklace? A pair of earrings? Or maybe a proposal ring? Bulma blushed, suddenly feeling nervous. Is he finally going to propose to her tonight?

While she was busy imagining his long-awaited proposal to her, she saw a lady walk up to him seductively. She had long, curly, golden-colored hair and was wearing a rather revealing outfit that showed off her beautiful curves and creamy white legs. Bulma's jaw dropped when she leaned against Yamcha and he wrapped one of his arms around her slim waist.

Bulma suddenly felt unable to breathe as her world blurred. With shaking hands, she took her smartphone out to give Yamcha a call. She saw him pick up his phone from his pocket and shook his head before putting his phone against his ear.

"Hello?" she heard his voice on the other line. Bulma tried to hide somewhere he wouldn't see and said, "Hello, darling. I just want to remind you about our meet-up tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, I won't forget about it," Yamcha said in a bored, kind of annoyed tone and then he suddenly paused. Bulma turned her head over her right shoulder to peek at the jewelry shop to see him nod to the lady who just tried on a ring on her finger. She could barely make out the lady's words on the other line, "I like this one, babe. It looks perfect!"

Yamcha laughed nervously as he returned to his phone, "Sorry, I'm a little busy right now. My coach is calling us out in the training field. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Uh... Okay. I love you, babe."

"Hn." that was the only cold response she got before he hung up his phone on her.

Bulma felt devastated. Her boyfriend didn't even greet her with a happy birthday or even say an 'I love you too, babe' back. He was so cold to her and never called her by name. He even dared to lie to her about him being in his training! The nerve of this jerk!

Bulma was seething furiously as she walked up to the entrance of the jewelry shop to greet them at their exit. The lady's arms were around Yamcha's muscular right arm as they left the shop with a small paper bag containing the ring he bought her.

Yamcha was shocked to see her standing there, a look of pure rage upon her face. The lady on his arm raised an eyebrow at her and she looked up to him and asked, "Darling, this is Bulma Briefs, right?"

"Yi- Yeah..." Yamcha stuttered nervously, feeling uncomfortable at the presence of these two intimidating women, knowing that there will be an upcoming war and drama he will helplessly get involved in.

The lady looked back at Bulma, confused. "What is she doing in here?" she asked, stepping back a little. "Why does she look so angry? She's scaring me."

"Isn't it obvious, you bitch?" Bulma snarled through her gritted teeth.

The lady's jaw dropped as she stared at her in disbelief, "Wha... What? Me? A bitch?!"

Bulma stepped up to her and slapped her across the face, "Take your filthy hand off him right now or that's not the only thing I will do to you!" she yelled.

The blonde-haired lady glared at her as she rubbed the part of her face where Bulma just slapped her. "That hurts! Just who do you think you are?!" she yelled at her.

Bulma screamed, "I am the girlfriend of that man you are flirting with!"

The blonde-haired lady was even more shocked. "Wha-?!" She turned her head to Yamcha and pulled her arm off him. "What is the meaning of this, Yamcha?!" she demanded. "Were you two-timing at me?!"

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed. "What?" it appears that the lady was unaware that Yamcha still has a girlfriend. But everybody knows that the famous baseball star and the former heiress of the Capsule Corporation were a couple since they were still in College, so Bulma thought it's impossible that the woman didn't know that fact considering she recognized her and called her by her name.

The woman walked up to Bulma and said, "He told me that you already broke up with him."

Bulma gasped in shock and disbelief, "What? I was NOT aware of any breakups or anything!"

"That is the question I want you two to answer! Because I am looking like the evil third party in here!" The woman whined.

Bulma turned to glare at Yamcha who was feeling uncomfortable at the situation he was in. "Explain this, you jerk!"

Yamcha stepped back in fear of two women in rage. "Shona, Bulma, please calm down. People are staring..."

"Let them stare! You put this humiliation upon yourself, jerk!" Bulma yelled.

"Yeah! Don't you tell us to calm down after this stunt you did! Now I know the reason why you didn't want me to publish an article about your breakup with her. This is the reason!" the lady whose name was Shona, whom Bulma finally recognized to be Shona Pharee, a name famous for being a sports journalist in an international newspaper. Shona hurled the jewelry box on Yamcha's face, causing him to stagger backward in pain.

Shona let out an angry breath and faced Bulma, tears were falling on her angry green eyes. She took Bulma's hand and pulled her towards a restaurant where they can talk about this problem in private.

"Look, I'm so sorry about this, Miss Briefs. I truly am. As you just learned, your boyfriend cheated on you with me. I'm completely unaware of his lies, though I suspected why he wasn't there to see me whenever I needed him. He would always say he was busy with his training, or that he is out of town. After realizing this now, I feel shameful for my actions." Shona sniffed. "But..." she held into her lower belly.

Bulma felt even more hurt when she realized that Shona was pregnant with Yamcha's child.

Shona finally cried, tears flowed out of her sorrowful eyes as her heart broke to pieces. "How could I break up with him now? I wanted to break up with him. But this child... I'm feeling bad for this child because he will grow up without his father. That jerk! I want to kill him for this!"

Bulma felt bad for her now. She was played upon and made a fool by that playboy jerk, Yamcha, making her think that he already broke up with Bulma and got her pregnant too. It's not her fault, she only fell in love with a man she thought was single and loyal. Bulma couldn't blame Shona entirely because she knew how that felt.

They didn't suspect anything because they trusted Yamcha too much for his own good while he was lying to them, making them fools. It is completely unforgivable.

It hurts. It hurts and it's breaking Bulma's already fragile heart. Yamcha was the only one person she thought she could depend on ever since the incident, her comfort through all the trauma and nightmares she had experienced. She thought he was loyal to her, for nearly ten years she thought he was going to be the one.

And on this day, on her own her birthday, was going to be the day she will break up with him. All of those ten years of being romantically together wasted just like that.

Bulma felt bad for the baby inside Shona's womb, and even the woman herself. She was also a victim of this. Yamcha lied to them both.

"I will break up with him," Bulma said coldly. "It's up to you if you would also do it or not. I don't care anymore. But know this, I don't blame you." Shona raised her teary eyes to her with a look of surprise. "Don't worry, this is not your fault. I should have known that he was telling people that we already broke up."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Miss Briefs..." Shona sniffed.

Bulma sighed, "I will take my leave now. Stay safe."

Bulma took her cake and the plastic bag full of bottles of beer with her and she trudged her way to the bus stop. She sighed when she realized that it's already nighttime. As she waited for a bus to arrive, her mind was filled with several depressing thoughts about how her once princess-like life turned around and how she was continuously losing all precious things she had with her. She wondered if she was the most unlucky person in the entire world.

She heard her mobile smartphone ring in her pocket and she took it out to see that Yamcha was calling her. She blankly stared at the screen for a moment, before she decided not to answer, sliding her finger towards the red phone icon with an angry snort. As the bus finally arrived at the bus stop where she waited, she stepped inside and realized that there were no other passengers besides her. She walked towards the end of the bus and sat at the back, staring blankly at the window.

As she absent-mindedly watched buildings and trees blurred past the window, she found several odd-looking dry trees, they were like the trees during the fall season. In the middle of it all, standing still on the sidewalk, was a familiar-looking man. That dark flame-shaped hair, his icy, narrowed, and slanted onyx eyes staring blankly right in front of him, his perfectly crafted nose and angular jawline, those hot, kissable lips curving down into an upside-down v, his strange garments, that weird monkey-like tail, and that god-like muscular physique. Her round, cerulean eyes widened in recognition and the world seemingly slowed down for her as she took in his stone, cold face.

It's him! And he was the same as she remembered him! Her big, round, blue eyes followed him as the bus went past him while her mind wondered what he was doing there all alone. And then suddenly, she heard something crash on the other side of the road and followed by an explosion. The bus she was riding in skidded to an abrupt stop, causing her to almost fall face-first into the back of the seat in front of her. There were several, loud screeching sounds of vehicles around her. And then more crashes.

"Oh... Oh my god!" the bus driver gasped in horror. She turned her head ahead and saw the devastating results of a pileup across the road. Outside, people were screaming and panicking. By the sheer amount of the vehicles involved and the resulting damage it caused, Bulma could tell that many people died in this collision.

The bus driver turned to her and said in a breathless tone. "I'm sorry miss, but I cannot go any more further than this. Let me return your money." he handed her money back and gestured towards the bus exit.

Bulma sighed and she got off the bus, feeling so unlucky on her birthday.

"What a day..." she grumbled bitterly to herself as she watched the chaos going around her, the burning cars, the destroyed vehicles, and fallen bodies. The sight of dead bodies triggered something within Bulma and she quickly turned away from it, flinching and shutting her eyes. In her mind flashed the haunting memories of the victims of the mass shooting she was in three years ago as they fell to that cursed ground to their deaths.

And then, the memory of the man with flame-shaped hair standing still amidst that chaos flashed on her mind. Bulma snapped her eyes open wide, gasping and panting with loud, shallow breaths.

That man! Who the hell is he?!

She quickly turned towards the direction where she saw him standing still earlier. He wasn't there. She tried looking around for him amidst the panic and chaos she tried to ignore and didn't see any signs of him anywhere. Where did he go? He shouldn't have gone that far away, right?

After a while of searching for the man with the odd flame-shaped hair, she decided that maybe she was only imagining things, so she decided to just go home with a look of disappointment.

When she arrived at her apartment, she found Yamcha patiently waiting for her there, with a variety of food on the table. As if nothing happened between them earlier, Yamcha smiled at her and greeted her, "Happy Birthday, darling!" as he spread his arms wide open to invite her to a loving embrace.

But the sight of Yamcha being like that only made Bulma even more furious. While she did her best to control herself earlier, this time she went ballistic at him. She pushed him away, screamed at him to go away, to leave her alone, to get out of her house. Yamcha tried to de-escalate the heated situation and explain but she won't hear any of it.

"You already lied to me!" Bulma roared in fury, tears flowing uncontrollably from her aggrieved eyes. She angrily thumped her fists against his chest. "How could you honestly think that I would believe your damn excuses, Yamcha?! Get out of my house, you jerk, and never come back again! Don't you ever show your face to me ever again! We're over!" she yelled as she pushed him away from her, causing Yamcha to fall backward and into his butt on the floor.

When Yamcha felt hopeless, he finally retorted back at her. He indignantly rose from his embarrassing position on the floor and started acting tough and mighty. "Really Bulma, we're over? After all these years I tolerated all the shame and humiliation you gave me, and the way I helped you rise and recover from that miserable situation you were in, you have the guts to break up with me?!" he asked her in disbelief.

Bulma's eyes furrowed in both rage and confusion, "Wha... What?!"

Yamcha hissed at her, tilting his chin up haughtily, and gave her a cocky look, "Oh yeah, you didn't know, do you? I helped you out to get that job you were enjoying right now. If it wasn't for me, nobody in this world will ever employ someone like you who was greatly involved in the scandals your father did while he was still alive! I pity you, Bulma! I pity you! Especially now that you have finally, FINALLY, and officially broken up with me! Here I thought I was the luckiest man to have you as my girlfriend. You, whom I think is the most perfect woman in the world, with all that wealth, beauty, and intelligence. Now, look at yourself! You have become a nobody but a lowly woman who's got nothing with her!"

Bulma slapped Yamcha so hard across the face her hand hurt. Unshed, furious tears once again fell from her rage-filled blue eyes. She opened her mouth, and snarled, "How- How could you do this to me?!"

Yamcha's cold eyes gazed at her in pure contempt and disgust.

"Because you are a nobody who has nothing," Yamcha spat back at her icily before he gave her a sardonic smirk. "But don't worry though, you can have all of these things I gave you as your birthday present from me, but don't you ever come running back to me when you lose everything again!"

With that, Yamcha stormed out of the apartment. Bulma shakily fell to her knees on the floor, completely devastated and hurt. She howled at her heartache and bawled out loud. How could he do this to her?! Why her? Out of all people, why her? A woman who loved and cherished him back when he had nothing. And now that he had more than her, he will leave her broken and hopeless like this? Why that arrogant bastard!

Bulma had lost her mood to celebrate her birthday. She was so furious she wanted to just shout, cry, be violent, and roar her rage out. After a while of throwing random things on the floor and flipping the table filled with the food Yamcha gave her across the dining room, Bulma went to the rooftop to drink the contents of the alcohol she bought earlier. These were the only things she wanted to take as of now, while she cried her broken heart out and her fury to the deity if he indeed existed, wondering and questioning him as to why she didn't just die along with her parents or even during the pileup earlier. Why is she still even alive? For what purpose? Does Kami or whoever deity was responsible for her life find it entertaining to watch her become this miserable? Why won't she just die already?

Hours passed by, and she was finally feeling her world blur. She accidentally knocked one of the empty bottles off the table and it crashed to pieces on the floor. Staring down at the pieces of glass, she suddenly had the idea to use it to do what the demon on her mind was telling her to do.

She just wanted to end this damn, miserable life of hers.

As if her mind was in a trance as it shut down completely, she picked up one of the broken pieces of the bottle, the one that looked the deadliest to her. She immediately flinched in pain when it cut her finger and the sharp pain woke her up from that thought. She stared at the bleeding cut and shook her head to take those foolish thoughts away, asking herself with gritted teeth, "What the hell am I thinking anyway? I am Bulma Briefs! I know I will rise from this! They're all going to pay. He's going to pay! This world will know the wrath of the woman whose name is Bulma Briefs!"

Bulma looked up into the dark skies to see several falling stars. It looked beautiful, she could have enjoyed the view if she was in any mood to do so. In her desperation, she screamed her wish, her mind filled with the desire to see this world on fire due to her feelings.

"I wish for this world to be destroyed! Be destroyed, you stupid piece of rock! Destroy all life in this world and make them feel my pain and my rage! I hate you all! I hate this stupid fucked up world! Be destroyed! Be destroyed!"

After a while of screaming, she felt a little better. She began to laugh like a madwoman at herself until she finally gave in to her drunkenness and slumped forward towards her dreamland.

Oh, how she wished she would never wake up again, though.

A few moments later, Bulma was awakened from her stupor when she felt a foreboding presence near her and she opened her eyes to see the shadowy shape of a man silently observing her. The man seemed familiar to her, recognizing him as the one she was searching for during the pileup earlier. Was she dreaming or imagining things again?

Bulma closed her eyes to go back to sleep, but that creepy feeling when you were being watched during the devil's hour was terrifying her, so she opened her eyes again and see him standing on the same spot, unmoving like a statue. She blinked her eyes in confusion, wondering if this is reality or if she was seeing a ghost.

After realizing that she was indeed awake, she jumped off her chair and stepped back in horror, "Who... Who are you?!" Bulma breathlessly demanded the mysterious and fearsome figure before her.

"I am the one you summoned."

Her big, blue eyes stared widely in confusion at his menacing presence as he responded to her question with a cold, detached tone. She will never forget that spine-chilling voice in her head. He was the same petite-sized but muscular man with black hair that stood up in a flaming array and eyes as dark as a starless and moonless night that glared right through her soul, piercing her pounding heart and filling it with dread and fear of his mere presence.

Up in the sky behind him, falling stars continued to descend as he spoke once again with the same icy tone.

"My name is Vegeta Yonsei, the God of Destruction you called for and I am here to grant your wish to destroy this world, Bulma Briefs."