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"That guy, what an ego he has!" she said as she stormed inside the building.

"Are you okay Bulma?" asked her mother," Want some tea to relax? And warm cookies?"

"No Mom..it's okay. I'm not hungry anymore," she said and sat down.

Her mother came and sat next to her with the tray of cookies," What's wrong? Why were you outside?"

Bulma took a cookie and began to poke it with her finger," I was telling Vegeta to come inside since there's going to be a storm, but Mr. Ego had to completely ignore me. I shut off the training room, which just made him mad, and he flew off somewhere."

"Oh I see. You care for him don't you hunny?"

Bulma's head shot up," No way mom! The only reason I bothered to tell him was so I don't have to have an all nighter caring after him when he's in bandages!"

Bunny giggled," Oh sure Hunny."

Bulma turned pink again, "Mom! It's true! I could never like Vegeta! Plus I'm with Yamcha!"

She broke the cookie. The crumbled pieces laid on her hands.

"Oh dear," Bunny said.

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Bulma went upstairs to her room. Yamcha..that reminded her, he hadn't called or visited. She was so sick of being sad over him! Sick of the liquour, sick of her mornings, sick of him! She grabbed a dark blue sweater, and ran downstairs.

"Where are you off to?" asked Bunny.

"Out. I need some fresh air," Bulma quickly replied.

She threw a capsule which bursted into a red car. Bulma hopped inside and sped off. Where? She didn't know. All she wanted to do was get away.

Away from her home. Away from this city. Away from Yamcha, where ever he was to be.

As she drove, a few specks of water splattered on her window. Soon enough the specks became thick raindroplets. Damn. It had already started raining. The weather sure does bring her mood down. She took the highway that led through the desert region of the city. As she drove, she remembered all the fights they've had.

flashbacks

"Yamcha! What are these?!" she said and threw a shirt at him.

"What! It's my shirt!"

"Yes you dope I know that! Why are there lipstick on them?!"

"It's yours what are you talking about!"

"It's pink Yamcha, for fuck sakes I wear red! You cheater! Liar!"

She began pounding her fists against his chest.

"Calm down! What's your problem! You're paranoid!" he would yell back holding her wrists.

Or..

"You're late Yamcha.." she said.

"I Know, I'm sorry babe, things showed up," he bent for a kiss, but she turned her head.

"I waited over two hours. I'm suprised I didn't leave.."

"I'm sorry! What more do you need to hear?!"

"That's all I hear from you! Sorry doesn't always cut it! It's more cliche now than anything! Yamcha, where are you all the time? I call, you don't answer. I go to your house, you're never there."

"Quit being nosy godamnit Bulma! I can't stand you sometimes!"

"I'm your girlfriend what are you talking about!"

"Yeah, and that's all you'll ever be if you keep acting like this!" he said and walked off.

All she remembered after was crying, standing crying her heart out, but he never glanced back.

Her grapple on the steering wheel became tighter as her thoughts flooded her mind. All she dreamed of when she was smaller was to have the perfect boyfriend. That's why she went off on that journey to search for all of the seven dragonballs with Goku. She found Yamcha, but he didn't always make her happy. She was sure he'd cheated several times. Why was she still with him?!

The rain made the window blurry, she turned on the windshield wipers.

Why was a very good question. Something she didn't seem to understand.

Tears swelled in her eyes.

Did she love Yamcha so much that she endured his unfaithfullness? Is that the reason she chose to drink her pain away?

He never cared..

He didn't ever bother looking back.

He knew I was crying, all he could do was hold me and say all those were lies.

He repeated again and again he never cheated.

He told me lies.

Lies.

How can I be so sure? I caught him in his dishonesty. He denied it of course.

"It's not how you saw it Bulma!"

"Yamcha! I'm not blind and stupid! What do you take me for!"

"Damnit Bulma! You always imagine things!"

She slapped him," Fuck you Yamcha! You're right! I do imagine things. I imagined you as the perfect guy for me, and only me. Now I realize It's been a stupid lie. Just like you!"

She had said and walked off.

Pathetic. She had been so pathetic. The tears spilled over from her eyes and ran down her cheek. The warm, heartached tears were followed by many more.

The rain became more heavy.

She wiped them, but as in a flood, more replaced the dried ones. She let out a cry. Her throat burned.

"Damnit Yamcha!" she yelled.

The tears made her vision blurry for a second, but that second was enough to lose her concentration on the road. She had been speeding, well over 30 miles above the limit which was 60. Bulma lost control of the car, and flew off the road, crashing into the nearby cliffs.

An explosion was heard, but hushed by the beating sounds of the rain hitting against the cold metal and pavement.