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"Welcome back to the Maury show," the graying old man greeted to the cameras and to his audience, as a slightly elder woman with teal hair sat nearby in tears, "Now if you just missed it, Bulma had a heart-wrenching secret she just revealed to her husband Vegeta, who just recently left the set to, um… let's say dish out some revenge. He did, however, leave behind some DNA results, so until we match up the results with their young daughter Bra, let's take a look into the past….

"As I said, this isn't Bulma's first time on the Maury show," Maury continued, "She was here many years ago, putting an ex-boyfriend to another test… a LIE dectector test. Let's take a look….."

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO…

"Please welcome Bulma to the show!" Maury gestured to the teal-haired, afro human sitting close by, her legs and arms crossed in a huff, "Bulma is a genius girl, heir to the Capsule Corp fortune. Naturally, this draws attention to a lot of guys, am I correct?"

Bulma nodded, "I've had my share."

"And, according to you, so has your current boyfriend Yamcha."

Bulma grit her teeth as the monitors showed the image of a man with black hair and scars running across his left cheek and his right eye standing in the backstage. The audience booed, and Yamcha crossed his arms, annoyed.

"Yes, Maury!" Bulma seethed, "The man is a pig! A useless, loser pig!"

"Am not!" Yamcha spat.

"Are too!" Bulma hissed.

"Now why do you say that?" asked Maury.

"Maury, this man only uses me for my money!" growled Bulma, "He stays at my place rent free, the sex sucks, and worst of all, HE RUNS AROUND ON ME!"

"Bulma, first off, I have my own place!" Yamcha yelled, "I've gained enough of my own money from baseball, and for crying out loud, I DO NOT!"

"YOU DO TOO!" Bulma screeched.

"Why do you think Yamcha is cheating on you?" Maury asked calmly.

"Because, Maury, I've seen the way he looks at other women!" Bulma cried, "He can't keep his eyes off him! And just the other day, a lady tripped and fell, and you want to know what happened?! HE WENT OVER TO HELP HER!"

"She's was like, eighty years old, Bulma!" Yamcha shouted, "I was concerned!"

"You just like them at ANY age, don't you?!"

"NO! Stop being so paranoid!"

"Stop being such a jerk!"

"Now Bulma, let's try to be realistic here," said Maury, "Sometimes men tend to look other women…"

"Are you actually DEFENDING this monster?!" Bulma shouted.

"Now wait, wait…" Maury held out his hand, "I'm just saying, let's give him the benefit of the doubt. Do you have proof or any solid reason to believe he's cheating?"

"I sure do, Maury!" Bulma reached behind her and pulled out a pair of pink panties. At this the audience went wild with "Ooooh!" and "Boooo!" "Maury, I found this on my bedroom floor!" Bulma sneered, "Who do they belong to, Yamcha?!"

Yamcha had his face buried deep in his palm. "Bulma…. WHY would you degrade yourself by airing dirty underwear on national television?"

"STOP DUCKING THE QUESTION!"

"I don't know who they belong to!" Yamcha shouted, "You sure they're not YOURS?"

"I don't WEAR pink underwear!"

"Yes you do!"

"Not THIS shade!"

"You sure it's not your SISTER'S?! Or even your MOTHER'S?!"

"Ewwwww! If I find out you're banging my mother, you are SO DEAD! I don't care if you're one of the world's strongest, I WILL kill you!"

"How long do you think it's been going on?" asked Maury.

"Since, like, FOREVER!" Bulma shouted, "Ever since we first dated, he did nothing but eye other women and run out on me! He says he's training, but I have no doubt he's seeing all sorts of women behind my back!"

"And you're positive?"

"YES! There's no other reasonable explanation!"

"Then why go back to him so many times?"

"Well…" Bulma calmed down a little at this, "He's usually a nice guy most of the time, and when he's NOT cheating on me, he can be really charming and sweet… But then he takes advantage of me, and I feel like such a tool! Besides, I can never seem to catch him in the act…"

"Well, you certainly seem to have a mouthful to say," said Maury, "But let's hear Yamcha's side of the story. Here's what he had to say…."

"Maury, I am so SICK and TIRED of all these accusations from Bulma that I'm some two-timing twit giving her the runaround! I've had a fear of women since my younger years, and Bulma was the first girl I could really be comfortable around…. WHY would I date some other bimbos behind her back if I'm still shy around them?! Bulma says I'm constantly ogling other girls, but that's not true! The only time I look at other women is if they're training, and I admire young martial artists. I know I haven't been around much for Bulma, but I've tried explaining that it's because I'm training to protect the world! She needs to understand that I can't give her ALL my attention if I'm trying to make myself stronger! Bulma, I'll try to be a better boyfriend if that's what you want… But accusing me of cheating all the time just makes YOU look insecure, and makes ME look bad, so I want you to KNOCK IT OFF!"

Bulma shook her head, not buying a single word.

"Here's Yamcha, everybody!" Maury announced.

The entire crowd booed loudly as Yamcha entered the stage. "Yeah, yeah… whatever…" Yamcha muttered as he made his way to the center where Bulma sat. He tried to kiss her cheek, but she shoved him off and turned away. Groaning, he took a seat far across from her and crossed his arms, frustrated.

"Yamcha," Maury greeted, shaking the man's hand, "These are some serious accusations!"

"Tell me about it," Yamcha muttered.

"What reason would Bulma have to accuse you of these things, if you insist they're lies?"

"Bulma's extremely insecure," said Yamcha, "We were happy dating at first, but she never made it a secret SHE didn't mind 'looking for an upgrade'. And don't get me started on high school. Yes, the ladies flocked to me, but I didn't want any of that! But Bulma just couldn't stand that anyway, could you Bulma?"

"Please!" Bulma growled, "Don't make ME look like the bad guy! You probably enjoyed every moment of it, didn't you?!"

"No!" Yamcha shouted, "I hated it! Too many girls… Eyuch…"

"Whatever," sneered Bulma.

"So Yamcha," Maury continued, "Bulma says you're a defender of the Earth?"

Yamcha nodded. "I am."

"Now isn't THAT something to be proud of?"

The crowd gave a polite applaud, but Bulma was still unimpressed.

"What about the panties?"

"I don't know where they came from!" shouted Yamcha, "I'm positive they're either Bulma's, her sister's, or her mother's… And frankly, I'm a bit disgusted that Bulma would even BRING them on the show like that!"

"Whatever!" Bulma sneered once more.

"What's this about you not liking girls?" asked Maury.

"LIES," Bulma shouted.

"Maury…. I had an incident happen years back," Yamcha explained, "I don't want to go into details, but I used to be extremely afraid of women…. Bulma's helped me ease out of that, but other girls I don't know still make me nervous. So as you can see, I would NOT be the type to 'run around'."

"LIES!" Bulma shouted.

"NOT LIES!" Yamcha shouted back, "I want nothing more in life than to get married!"

"Why don't you ask me already?!"

"Not until you trust me!"

"Why should I trust a playboy dog like yourself?!"

"And that's why I won't ask!"

"That and your two million other girlfriends would surely be upset!"

"DAMMIT, BULMA, I-"

"That's enough!" Maury shouted, holding up a manila envelope, "We're going to find out right now! We gave Yamcha a lie detector test, and we'll see who's right in this feud…."

The crowd gave an enthusiastic applaud as Maury took his seat and opening the results. He took out his reading glasses and read carefully.

"Yamcha…. We asked you…. Do you like Bulma's afro? You ADMITTED to the lie dectector administrator that you don't."

Yamcha blushed as Bulma jumped from her seat, "WHAT?!" she shouted, "My fro is awesome! You said it's unique!"

"I said it was unique all right…" Yamcha murmured, "But I might've said a white lie when I said it looks good… I didn't want to hurt your feelings!"

"I oughta hurt your jaw!" Bulma shouted, threatening a fist, "You probably like straight, bouncy hair from all those minxes you hang around with!"

Maury got up and ushered her back to her seat. "Now now, Bulma," he said, "We haven't gotten to the real meat yet."

"That's right," Bulma crossed her arms, "Let's see how embarrassed you get when you're caught in a REAL lie!"

Yamcha crossed his own arms, confident. "Read the results, Maury…."

"Very well," Maury took his seat and looked over the results once more, "Yamcha… We asked you did the mysterious panties Bulma found in her bedroom come from another woman you slept with? You said no, the lie detector determined… you were telling the truth."

Bulma blinked, astonished, as Yamcha clapped his hands. "Told you!"

The women then grew irritated, "I'm going to have to tell Tights to stop being so sloppy with her laundry… But that still doesn't mean you're off the hook, Yamcha! Read the rest of the results, Maury!"

Maury sighed, not taking being told what to do by his guests lightly. But he continued anyway, "Yamcha, we asked you since you dated Bulma, have you dated any other woman behind her back? You said no, the lie detector determined… you were telling the truth."

"THANK YOU!" cried Yamcha, as the crowd lent their support with an applause.

Bulma still looked irritated. "Still doesn't mean you're innocent…"

"Yamcha," Maury continued, "We asked you since you've started dating Bulma, have you had sex with any other woman other than her, you said no…. The lie detector determined you were telling the truth."

"THANK… YOU!" Yamcha clapped once more.

Bulma's eyes were wide open with realization. She then looked over to Yamcha. "Really…?"

"Really!" Yamcha nodded, "Bulma, you've got to believe me when I say I never cheated!"

Bulma looked down in shame. "I… I'm sorry, Yamcha…" she murmured, "I've just had so many bad relationships… I guess I was too quick to assume you were the same way…"

"It's okay," said Yamcha, pulling his chair closer to her, "I guess if I spent less time training and more time trying to be a decent boyfriend, I wouldn't give you any reason to think I had ulterior motives…"

"Maybe we could go to counseling, or try something," said Bulma, "We still have a chance to make this work…"

"I'd like that," Yamcha smiled, putting an arm around Bulma.

"Wait a minute, guys," said Maury, "There's still one last question."

"I don't need to hear it," said Bulma, laying her head on Yamcha's shoulder.

"Well, can we read it anyway?" asked Maury, "Let's let the audience, who has NOTHING to do with your personal affairs, know the answers."

Yamcha shrugged, "Sure. Why not?"

"Okay then!" Maury smiled and looked at the results, "Yamcha, we asked you if you love Bulma… You said yes…"

Bulma smiled at this.

"The lie detector determined that was a lie."

"WHAT?!" Bulma and Yamcha cried simultaneously.

"Yamcha, you PIG!" Bulma screamed, jumping from her seat and slapping Yamcha across his scarred cheek.

"Bulma, uh, I…"

"You SAY you love me, but you're just using me, aren't you?!"

"NO! I-"

"But Maury just proved you DON'T love me!" the aqua-haired woman screeched, "You just want my money and leech off my awesome fame! Probably to show off to a bunch of other bimbos, huh?!"

"NO!" Yamcha cried, "The tests just proved I didn't-"

"The tests mean JACK!" shouted Bulma, "If you don't love me, why don't you go back to your little fanclub consisting of all those little fangirls?!"

Yamcha grit his teeth and stomped to his feet, "Damn it, Bulma! This is what I'm talking about!" he shouted, "You're so freakin' paranoid! God forbid I don't spend every second with you without you thinking I'm some playboy leech! All right, I admit it! I DON'T love you! In fact, I can't stand the way you're constantly nagging me, and accusing me of sleeping around, and your overall behavior!"

"You've never given me a reason to trust you, you scum!" Bulma screeched, "Can you blame me for feeling like a victim?! You're never around when I need you! When I want something really nice, you always seem to run out of money!"

"Because you ask for insanely expensive things!"

"Wrong! Because you're saving up for something greater for your nitwit girl on the side!"

"That's it! I've had it!" Yamcha stormed off stage, "I'm not going to be accused any longer!"

"That's right!" Bulma shouted, flipping the bird to Yamcha, "Run away from me once more! Probably running into the arms of some blonde bombshell with big boobs and no brain! Typical loser behavior! LOSER! IDIOT! I HATE YOU! I don't need you! Why should I settle with you when Vegeta's still living with us at Capsule Corp?! He's more of a man than you ever will be!"

"Another relationship rekindled," Maury smiled at the cameras, "We'll be back after this!"

UP NEXT: The paternity results are in! Is Vegeta really Bra's father? Or is Bulma about to lose her life for good?