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Chapter 1: That Damn Yamcha
Age 765
Vegeta walked past the balcony and saw Bulma sitting out there alone. She’d been in an epic screaming match with Yamcha earlier that evening and he thought it might be fun to rib her about it.
When she heard him approach, she looked in his direction. Upon seeing him, she quickly turned away, but he'd seen those red, puffy eyes. She looked emotionally exhausted.
‘Why does she cry over this weakling?’ He thought.
“What’s wrong with you?”
She started crying again and he felt very awkward. He leaned on the railing looking out at the city.
“What IS wrong with me?” She said pitifully.
He rolled his eyes as his back was turned to her. ‘What’s wrong with her now?’ He turned around and leaned against the railing, arms crossed.
“What’s wrong with me? Why did he cheat on me? Am I ugly? You’ve always been honest to me,” she got up and stood before him, “am I just the worst looking person ever?”
“Not the worst, no,” he smirked.
“Vegeta, I’m serious,” she said, “Did he cheat because of the way that I look?”
“I don’t think it’s the way you look,” he said, “probably got sick of listening to the sound of your voice.”
“Really?” She asked, devastated. She looked down in shame.
He was taken aback. He fully expected her to quip back. At least, that’s what she did normally. But clearly she isn’t at her normal… She’s really hurt. He felt remorse over his comment. How could he take it back?
“Look,” he started, “I don’t know why you let this Yamcha get under your skin. He’s a loser, a weakling,” but she didn’t respond so he added, “you can do better.”
“No one else has ever loved me like he did,” she said hopelessly.
“You ever give anyone else a chance?”
“No,” she realised, “I haven’t. It’s always been Yamcha.”
“That’s your problem,” he said. “Move on from him. He doesn’t deserve you.”
She finally looked at him, surprised at his lapse of kindness.
“Wow, Vegeta. That might be the only genuinely nice thing you’ve ever said to me,” she chuckled, eyes still glistening from fresh tears.
His brows furrowed, not wanting to be perceived as soft, “Yeah, well, you don’t exactly shower me with compliments either,” he teased with a serious face.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. She gave herself a shake, “Okay, enough of that nonsense! I’m going to take a nice hot bubble bath and go to bed early.”
She turned around to leave. Then she halted. She turned around to face him again. She practically skipped over to him and threw her arms around his shoulders.
Before he could figure out what to do with his arms, she pulled away and planted a peck on his cheek.
While she was still close to his face, she said, “Thank you, Vegeta.” Then she walked away, leaving him speechless.
After a few moments of silence, he began to feel a certain way — a feeling that had been bothering him more and more frequently. What is that? It makes his stomach feel tight and uncomfortable.
Oh god, he thought, that’s the feeling he gets when he’s not around that woman. That feeling, it’s loneliness? Or perhaps even a longing for her.
He hated the thought. He nearly shivered in disgust. This planet must be infecting him with feelings.