A/N -

I start another project with no end point in mind, I simply just wanna write romance. Oops. I'm fixating on DB and, this is my rarepair. Enjoy.

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"A love letter, for Bulma Briefs.

Firstly, I want to preemptively apologize. Love letters aren't exactly in vogue, I know. The image you probably have of the person writing this is likely some drooling, mouth-breathing weirdo.

Truly, I wish I had the strength to just tell you my feelings in person. But this… veer of anonymity is the only way I can get myself to reach out.

Even as I sit here and compose this letter, my face is flush and my hands are trembling from sheer nervousness.

But, that's more than enough about myself.

For a long time, I've been in awe of you. We've been acquaintances with each other for years, and what started as mere admiration has snowballed and become a crush that's dominated my every waking thought.

There are so, so many amazing qualities you have. I could fill up an entire notebook with them and still not have scratched the surface. Your brains, your beauty… it's awe-inspiring. Every day I strive to be a little bit more like you.

To put it frankly, I'm in love with you.

I just needed to express it some way. Even if the feelings aren't reciprocated, if we have no chance together… I've tried to suppress these feelings, but, they keep resurfacing. I need to express them somehow.

I completely understand if you throw this letter away after you read it, and never think about it again.

But, if you're interested in learning who I am -

I've included a piece of jewelry in this letter. It's not befitting an extravagant woman such as yourself, but - it's the best I can provide.

On May 6th, the night before the Tenkaichi Budokai, I'll be waiting in the lobby of the Papain Hotel. I'll be wearing a matching piece of jewelry - We'll use that as identification.

With all of the love I can give,

Your Secret Admirer."

Launch let out a deep breath as she finished writing. letting the nearly out of ink fountain pen drop out of her hand. To which, it promptly rolled off the table.

The letter's handwriting was intricate, but soft. Written on some pink stationary, she'd been writing it for at least an hour. Sometimes, though, she got lost in thought while trying to come up with the next sentence, and - well, various little love heart doodles were peppered throughout the paper.

She re-adjusted in her seat. She had a good feeling about this one! All day she'd been writing and rewriting this letter - indeed, the trash-can next to her desk was full of crumpled-up attempts. But this time, for sure she had it! It was perfect!

Re-reading it…she hated it. It sounded pathetic, and desperate, and…

No. This wasn't it either.

Looks like she was just going to have to start again-

"GOD! I wish that'cha would quit it with this perfection garbage." Ahhh, there it was. Her blonde-self's endless nagging…

It was a strange situation - at any one time, Launch's non-dominant personality was relegated to being that little voice in your head. Usually, her blue-haired side stayed quiet and kept to herself - but her Blonde half never had a shortage of opinions and witty quips.

Despite their different ways of going about things, though, they ultimately had the same goals and desires. Essentially - two minds, but one shared heart.

"But… no, no, it- it needs to be perfect, to have the best chance at working…" the bluenette-half stammered, as she bent over and grabbed her pen for the second-millionth attempt.

"Look, dollface. You're writing this letter from the heart. And, to put it frankly? The heart is pathetic. Anything else and it'd be artificial."

"I… I guess you're right…"

Launch dusted herself off, sitting back down in her chair. Looking at the letter one more time. "Do you- really think it's good as it is?"

"It's us, and we's poifect. If she doesn't reciprocate, Then, fuck'er."

With that sudden burst of confidence, Launch bit her teeth and closed her eyes - sliding the letter into a matching pink envelope, before placing it into a satchel bag.

Standing up, just the thought of sending it made her legs feel like jello - but it was so exciting at the same time.

Before she headed downstairs, she walked over to her closet - pulling out various pieces of winter-wear. While immediately irritating on the tropical island, it served purpose - not just because of the ocean currents either. Because the closest Post Office was in god-damn East City.

"Hey, Mr. Turtle, Do you think you could give me a ride to East City?" Launch asked, as she stepped out Kame House's front door. Roshi and the Boys had taken the sub to eat out, so this was her only mode of transportation.

The elderly turtle grumbled, but after a few pets and a "Please?" he relented. Petting him felt like running her fingers against a smooth rock - a VERY strange sensation.

The trip over the ocean was long, and it gave her time to think. Her blonde-half chimed in. "Y'know, I been thinking - since we're going all this way - why not just go the full monty? Gimmie the reigns, I'll confess."

"No! I'm…scared, that your brashness will scare her away…" Replied her soft half at the suggestion.

"Yea, well, You can't hide me forever! We're in this together, remember?:"

"I know… B-but, I, just…"

"God, you're such a pussy."

They bickered back and forth, but, they'd planned this out so thoroughly… Her vivacious half just shut her mouth and they stuck to the plan.

A few hours later, she hopped off his shell at the Beach nearest to East City. Thanking him tremendously and saying "I'll be back tonight, okay Mr. Turtle?" just before walking off.

The letter was still in her satchel bag. Slightly warped from what it was resting up against - but, uh, that was no worry. First thing to do was find a jewelry store, and…

A snowflake landed on her nose. Tickling it.

"A-achoo!"

Looks like the lion was let out to play.

"Finally! Been cooped up in that head for too long. Now, let's get Bulma something she'd REALLY like…" She muttered, reaching back into her satchel bag - clutching the Uzi she kept on her at all times..

"No! No, please!" Her blue-half pleaded. "We can't afford to get a warrant in another city!"

"Fuckin' hell, you're so damn lame."

Instead of the juicy target of the large chain store - she picked a local Mom and Pop's. Settling on a duo of beautiful, and within her budget, Lapis Lazuli pendants on golden chains. She paid, but, did get a…good discount through sheer intimidation.

She didn't feel bad about that.

After getting the letter sealed with Bulma's pendant inside, and flattening it out a bit, she stepped over to the post office. Channeling all her love, hope, and care - She placed a small smooch on the letter before dropping it through the mail slot.

Thus began the agonizingly long wait for the tournament.