And with one single wish it was over, My adventure for the perfect boyfriend was finished and while I didn't make a wish to the dragon I certainly got my man in the form of Yamcha.
He was dashing, rugged and a total hottie!
With nowhere else to go besides the desert I convinced my parents to let him stay with us until he could get on his own two feet and let me tell ya he did that.
It felt like we were actually married as we had a pattern that was perfect between us. He'd go to his baseball practices, come home and I'd fix us a drink then we'd eat dinner together. Perfect harmony.
"Hey babe I'm gonna be out practicing longer than expected is that okay?"
I looked up from one of my blueprints and nodded, "Of course, work hard!" I cheered and he kissed my cheek before leaving off.
I sighed happily before returning to my work but before I could I heard a familiar ringtone.
It was Yamcha's phone. He must have left it by mistake.
Wonder who it is?
"Hello?"
"uhm...Hi can I speak to Yamcha?" it was a girl's voice and one I never heard before."
"Sorry he isn't here but I'll let him know you call."
"Thanks a bunches!" click
That was odd but probably just a fan. Yeah, a crazed fan that got his number from another team member or something.
10:54pm
5 hours late but this was expected since he told me he would be, however that mysterious call bothered me the whole day. I checked both text messages and recent calls for that number and found absolutely nothing in the the ingoing or outgoing which also struck me as weird since he gets texts from people all the time.
The I thought about it the more my earlier made less and less sense. The other Taitans knew he had a girl, so why would they give a female fan his person phone number?
Easy Bulma, you promised not to be the jealous type.
(Flashback)
"Bulma, that Hasky chick was attacking me not trying to make out!" Yamcha had argued back at her.
"How can I be sure," she blushed suddenly and turned her face. "How can I be sure she wouldn't steal you away? You are naive to woman still."
"Maybe, but I'm not stupid. I like you and only you so can't you trust me a little here."
Bulma nodded slowly "I promise I won't be like this again."
'Take a deep breath and don't be defensive...even though your gut is telling you to throw a hissy fit!'
He'll be home anytime and I need to finish up.
I prepared Calamari and green tea splashed with whiskey I stole from dad's supposedly hidden cabinet. "Perfect"
"I'm back!"
Just as any housewife would I dashed to his side to kiss him. He deepened the kiss and brought my body closer. "Where's your parents?" he murmured against my lips. "Business meeting." I answered thickly "Out for the rest of the night." my head swam in the masculine scent that was Yamcha. "Good"
"But, Yamcha I made dinner for us."
"Can't it wait?" Yamcha bit down gently on my bottom lip and I nearly came undone.
I couldn't resist him so dinner sat untouched.
The next day, I awoke to the sound of the shower running and decided for a little continuation of last night.
I was almost to the door when Yamcha's phone chimed indicating a new text then it chimed again and everything in me screamed to check it out.
What if Yamcha catches you or it's no one important? But what if it's a girl? He is famous now.
Emotions overruled logic and I made a b-line for that offensive phone and saw 2 new text from an unknown number. It was different from the one last night.
The first read:
Good morning baby.
The second:
I bought a new dress hope you like it!
So it was a girl….
My heart sank just thinking about where Yamcha could have actually been after practice if he actually even went to practice. The little phone rang and it was that same number.
This time I felt nothing but adrenaline pumping through my veins and I answered the phone.
When Yamcha finished his shower I had already dressed and made breakfast as normal. He gave me his sorry excuse of going to be late and headed out, uniform on and gear tucked snuggly in the duffle bag I made for him and the team.
I was quiet the whole exchange, he didn't even notice.
It was 11:18 when Yamcha came home and I made sure dinner was perfect.
I served all his favorites; Cha Siu Bao with egg rice and Mango pudding for dessert.
Yamcha came in a plastered a dumb smile on his face obviously delighted with his treat.
"Have a seat dear." I said sweetly and he rushed to kiss my cheek then sit. I rubbed his shoulders and he chuckled "What's all this for babe?"
"Just something special, you deserve it."
His grin widened. "Wow awesome." Yamcha dug in as did I and he hummed in happily.
"Damn this is amazing!" I blushed, loving the attention he showered upon me.
"Oh, let me pour our drinks. I almost forgot." reaching for the bottle on the table I pour two glasses. "Huh? Not spiking it think time?" Yamcha asked, "We're getting bold here."
Raising my cup I gave a toast. "To us."
"To us." we clinked glasses and he took the first sip.
That's when the coughing began and Yamcha's glass shattered onto the ground.
"What..the?"
"What wrong Yamcha?" I asked innocently "I thought you liked whisky?"
Yamcha tried to leave but his body failed and he collapsed on the floor.
"Maybe you could ask Audrey for help, or maybe Chloe. Then again, Samantha is in town right? I'm sure she'd love to see you."
Yamcha's eyes widened as I continued my tirade. "That's right, this morning Patricia texted and she told me everything!" I slammed my drink on the table and stomped to the pathetic man on the floor, saliva dribbling from his mouth.
"Six woman! You cheated on me with six other woman! Are you crazy?"
Yamcha garbled something unintelligible.
"Answer me dammit!"
"orry...so…"
"Shut it, I don't want your excuses. I thought I was a good girlfriend, perfect in fact but you wanted more, huh? I took you in and cleaned you up. Do you really think those girls would have dated you had I not done what I did for you?"
Yamcha's body spasmed and I grabbed his collar to force him to look at me, I wanted to be the very last thing he saw and the only thing he'd remember in the Otherworld.
"Oh my Kami!"
"What happened here?"
It was my parents. "Bulma dear what happened?"
With one last attempt to breath, Yamcha's pupil faded and his body limped in my hand.
"Yamcha just couldn't hold his arsenic."
