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Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 005: Decisions

"I don't know Bulma, I just think you invited him to stay too soon. I mean, what do you really know about him that's not completely evil and terrifying?" Yamcha asked his girlfriend, sitting next to her at the kitchen table. Bulma placed her head in her hand and thought about it, her perfectly manicured fingernails tapping lightly against the table. After a few moments of silence, she finally gave up and shrugged.

"I guess I don't. He's been here a few days, and he really hasn't been that bad. I mean he yells a lot and demands a lot and doesn't know how to say please or thank you. I mean, he's a jerk. No doubt. But he hasn't done anything bad. He hasn't hurt me or my parents in any way, he hasn't tried to blow anything up, or hurt anyone else as far as I know," Bulma explained, trying to get her boyfriend to understand why she invited Vegeta to stay at the Capsule compound.

"Exactly, as far as you know. For all you do know he's got his closet full of dead bodies," Yamcha said with a grimace, not too happy with the picture he just painted for himself. Bulma smiled a little and rolled her eyes at Yamcha's antics.

"Why does it upset you so much, really?" Bulma asked him, wanting him to tell her the truth. He'd been dodging the question for a day, and even now he looked really uncomfortable about answering. "Come on, we tell each other the truth, remember?" she asked, playfully smiling and nudging his shoulder with her own. He looked at her and a small smile graced his lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah we do. I guess in the end it's kind of silly," he said sheepishly, looking down at the table. She placed her head in her hand again and waited. "As tough and as strong as I am, that saibaman killed me almost effortlessly. And the whole time I could hear Vegeta laughing, and it just…I guess it just makes me mad. And a little embarrassed. And a little worried. It's because of him that I died, and I just don't like that he's living at your place," he explained to her. Bulma bit her bottom lip and thought about it, feeling a little guilty. She knew Yamcha wasn't particularly happy about Vegeta staying here, but she didn't know exactly why. She also wasn't about to let Vegeta wander the Earth with nowhere to go. Unlike the Saiyan prince, Bulma wasn't heartless. She held out her hand, which he readily took, and she squeezed it with reassurance.

"I understand, but I don't want you to think like that. Goku nearly died fighting this guy, which is bad and I understand that. I haven't forgiven him for being the cause of your death, if that's another thing you're worried about. But I'm not so mean and heartless to leave him with no home. It is because of Frieza that he doesn't have a planet anymore, and that's not his fault. Goku…Goku sees something in him. I don't know what it is, but I trust his judgment. I always have," she explained, leaning in closer to Yamcha and placing her chin on his shoulder and smiling up at him. "Plus, he's going to help fight the androids. And quit frankly, we need all the help we can get in that department."

"I guess you're right," Yamcha said dully, shaking his head a little and placing a kiss on Bulma's forehead. "The world is such a different place than it used to be," he muttered to himself, earning a hearty laugh from his girlfriend, who whole-heartedly agreed with him. The pair stood up and left the house, Bulma walking Yamcha down the driveway.

"You sure you can't stay a bit longer?" she asked him, wrapping her arms around the bandit's waist. Yamcha nodded and wrapped his arms around Bulma, pulling her in for a close hug. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Vegeta left the gravity chamber, his eyes looked like black holes as he looked at the couple with disgust before turning his nose up, heading into the house. Yamcha shook his head and pulled back, gripping Bulma's hand in his own.

"Yeah, I need to do some training on my own. Which is incredibly difficult when you keep distracting me," he said playfully. "But I'll see you later. Be careful, okay?" he asked her, leaning in for a kiss. He paused, just short of pulling away from her completely, and looked down at their still intertwined hands. "We'll be okay, won't we?" he asked her. Bulma looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled, nodding at him and squeezing his hand once more before letting it go.

"Of course we will."