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“Yamcha!”
The former desert bandit froze, his face twisting in a look of horror. Caught. Found. Discovered. Kami damn it.
“What the hell!?”
“Bulma!” He turned and put on his most winning smile. “How’re you doing, babe?”
“Don’t you ‘babe’ me.” Bulma stomped forward and snatched his prize out of his hand. “This is mine! What are you doing stealing my stuff??”
“I was…uh…” He couldn’t come up with a good answer. He was a terrible liar. He shook his head dumbly.
“Get out! This is my dragon radar!”
Yamcha obediently scrambled out of the window. Dammit. So close.