On one of her many tables, a giant bowl of strawberries had been placed during the night, the usual Christmas gift of her father's company. This year though, when she turned the lights off before closing the door, none of the little fruits had been touched.

- Mom! I'm going to a party, don't wait for me! Bye!
- Ok, darling! Have fun!

"Sure I will" bitterly thought the purple haired teenager, shutting the main door close. A few seconds later, she was allready driving her air-bike away.

Sat on the couch of her favorite living room, Mrs Brief hummed happily as turning the pages of a fashion magazine. After a short moment, she looked up from it, a gaze of confusion in her eyes.

- But... She wasn't with Yamcha!

- Come on, Yamcha... Stop training now...

Puar sighed sadly as his friend kicked another robot's head off, with a scream worthy of one of those giant dinosaurs still living in certain areas of the world.

- Yamcha! It's Christmas Eve, stop training!!

Yamcha took a minute to breathe, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He was wearing his bandit outfit and with that angry look on his face, he could have been in the desert just as well.

- So what if it's Christmas?! Just send me another one!

The floating cat obeyed, directing a new robot to go and fight Yamcha. Dr Brief had built him a huge set of those some times ago, seeing how strong the young man was and how much he wanted to get even stronger. Unfortunately, he did have gotten stronger and with the anger now boiling within him, the robots were being destroyed one after the other in little time.

"This fight with Bulma is very bad" thought Puar, watching Yamcha kicking the robot furiously. "It's Christmas Eve and they still don't talk to each other..."

- Hey, Bulma! You didn't bring your boyfriend with you?!

Almost breaking the glass she was holding, Bulma glared at the young girl who had dared to mention Yamcha.

- WHY would I bring such a moronic jerk with me?! she shouted.

Everyone around her fearfully made at least one step away, knowing how she was when angry. Bulma noticed it and growled furiously. "It's all your fault, Yamcha!" she thought, drinking the whole content of her glass in one time.

- You can't celebrate Christmas and the New Year in jeans! Now stop complaining and tell me how I look!

Yamcha sighed, wondering why she was trying clothes if they were shopping for him. "If we could just..."

- You look fabulous, he said.

"...find what she wants me to get so I could go back to Capsule Corporation..."

- Doesn't it make me look... A little fat?

"I mean, it's not like she really cares about my opinion!"

- What do you think?
- Yes, Bulma, you're right...

"I bet she's not going to buy it any..." A slap cut off his thoughts. His eyes widened, more of surprise than pain, and he jumped on his feet to face a very angry looking Bulma.

- What have I done?!
- You insulted me!
- I did?!
- You said I was fat!
- I did?!?
- Stop repeating the same damned thing!
- But... I didn't...

Bulma's oceanic eyes narrowed, she clenched her fists.

- Were you even listening to me? she asked with a low voice.

Yamcha paled.

- Why, yes... Of course I was! I always listen to you!
- LIAR!

The palm of her hand met his cheek again, more fastly, more strongly, and this time, it left traces of fingers on the boy's face and he felt little pain. His dark eyes grew even bigger.

- Go away! yelled Bulma. And never dare talking to me again!

She locked herself in the cabin she'd used, violent hipcups shaking her body.

Awared of the many looks stuck on him, Yamcha shook his head and left, not showing how truly hurt he was.

A long moment later, Bulma left the cabin, changed into her own clothes, her eyes red but now dry, a flame of anger burning within them.


That had happened an entire week ago and they still hadn't talk to each other.

- YAMCHA!!

The young man in question cringed, missed his attack and fell on his back. Puar quickly flew to him, regretting his call a little. But he couldn't stand seeing his best friend like that, fighting with all of his strenght against robots just to forget about Bulma...

Panting heavily and wincing with pain, Yamcha sat down, avoiding the worry eyes of his little friend.

- I'm just taking a break, he said, stubborn.
- Yamcha... You should talk with Bulma. I'm sure she's sad about this too!
- Who's sad? I'm not sad. I just want to train, ok?!
- You're not a good liar, you know.

Yamcha ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

- Then why can't she ever believe me?! She's always angry at me with no reason! I don't understand.
- Women are complicated...

Puar stopped himself from banging his head on the wall. "Woman are complicated! So much to help him!"

- Bulma is extremely complicated, said Yamcha. When I think I start to understand her, she does something that totally confuses me. She doesn't even notice!
- Why don't you tell her?
- Because we aren't talking to each other, if you hadn't noticed.

They stayed silent for a while.

- I love her, suddenly said Yamcha. But I'm never sure about her. How could she be loving me if she always get angry, if she never trust me?
- Maybe she's afraid of losing you... So she always tests you.
- If she goes on like that, I'm afraid she will lose me.
- That's why you two must talk!

Yamcha reflected about his friend's words for a moment, then a thankful smile ligthened his face.

- Thanks Puar. What would I do without you?

The little cat flew into his arms, glad he'd been able to help his best friend ever.

- YO PEOPLE!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Bulma bursted out laughing loudly as shutting the door. She let her jacked fall onto the floor, walked to the nearest living room, with trembling legs and unsure gait, fell on a couh, eyes closed. Now the alcohol had stopped making her insanely happy and her head was hurting.

- Hi Bulma! Did you have fun?
- Shh... groaned the young girl. My head...
- Oh, sweetheart, don't tell me you're drunk!
- Ok, I won't tell you...

Bulma heard her mother's disappointed sigh. "If she think it's because of Baka..."

- Bulma... You shouldn't drink because you had a fight with your boyfriend.
- That's not why!

Angrily, she lifted herself on her elbows, glared at the blond beauty on the other couch. Mrs Brief shook her head sadly.

- Darling, it's so obvious... You know what Christmas is about?
- Freezing outside and more people at the mall!
- Yes, and it's also about love and forgiveness! I know you just want to forget all of this and run into his arms. Why don't you do so? He's dying for it!

Bulma stared at her mother, shocked by this sort of wisdom she wouldn't have expected from her.

- You're sure? she asked with a little voice.
- Of course! He's in his room, I think.
- Thanks mom!

The suddenly-not-so-drunk-anymore teenager litterally flew to her boyfriend's bedroom. Her mother was right. She had drunk to forget she was unfairly mad at Yamcha again, to forget she was just longing to be in his arms again. When his door appeared to her, her heart jumped. What if he wasn't ready to forgive her? It'd be normal; she was so mean to him most of the time... Her pace slowed down as she approached, nervousness and fear filling her. She stopped in front of his door, not daring to knock. "I don't deserve him..."

After a moment, she just went to her own room.

Yamcha had heard her steps in the corridor and remained silent as she stood in front of his room. He'd hoped she would enter and say that their "break" was over, that they'd spend a merry Christmas together... When she left without a sound, he felt his heart breaking a little. Didn't she care at all?

He got up, stepped around his bed. He had to see her, to talk with her... He needed to know if she loved him or not...

He left his room, headed toward hers.

She was eating her strawberries, not caring about the tears falling freely on her cheeks. She didn't deserve a guy like Yamcha, he'd realize it soon and would leave her and...

The door opened, Yamcha entered. He looked so serious... Her heart fell. "So handsome... Why can't I..."

- Bulma... Do you love me?

Her aquatic eyes watered at little more, but she nodded furiously.

- Of course I do! I'm so sorry, Yamcha! I'm never nice and...

She was obliged to shut up when his lips met hers. He'd approached so quickly... She quickly changed surprise into relief and kissed him back, yet wondered why she felt relief withim him too.

- Cherry, he said as he broke the kiss. I love strawberries better, you know...

She shove one into his mouth, holding him close.

- Yamcha, I...
- Shh... We'll talk later. Look...

He designed the window and she looked. Snow was falling at last... White, big flakes of snow, covering the Capital, cleaning it, bringing a peaceful atmosphere with their cold beauty. She smiled, hugged Yamcha tighly.

- I love you, she whispered.
- I love you...

He softly kissed her again.


They spent the night in each other's arms, eating strawberries and watching the snow fall, enjoying their love more than ever.


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