Yamcha and HIS Wife
Impressions
The first time he saw her she was just a young child, and he was just a blushing bumbling thief.
The next time, she had matured physically, and he had grown mentally.
Disappointment
As he watched her get proposed to by a man who thought a wedding was a type of dish to be devoured, he felt a bit disheartened as she accepted the proposal, even if it was at her insistence.
As the years went by, he found his attraction to her growing, but because she was his best friend's wife she was off limits.
Death
The first time his friend died, he was there to comfort his wife, as a good friend should. It was his guilty pleasure to have her in his arms, even if the reasons were malignant.
Helping her overcome his death was a priority for him, so that she could heal from his death and perhaps see him as more than just a concerned friend.
Confusion
Bewilderment is what could only explain the look on his face as she explained to him in such a rush of exultant behavior that he was back.
Hiding the expression quickly he quickly hugged her and congratulated her having her family back together again.
Paranoia
It started to set in, when his best friend started to give him less than friendly glares when he caught him staring too long at his wife.
It also didn't help when his eyes sparked blue at the very moment, he was hugged by her for helping with her garden a season ago.
Possessive
He never knew his friend had it in him. He probably smelled him around this house a lot, since he visited every day. To fly over the area and see his best friend and his wife in an intimate embrace against a tree shocked him that he stopped mid air. As his best friend looked at him with those fierce saiyan eyes looked at him telling him one thing. He would kill him if he were to try it again.
Hey you guys! Here's another little snippet! If you like the style of this, I'll keep it up. With different characters if you want to suggest any! Sorry I've been away too long. Excuse any errors and all that jazz lol. R&R
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