Bulma waved insanely to the little boy on his golden cloud until he was out of sight, then sighed with a sad smile, already missing her strange friend. Since they had met, her simple quest for Dragon Balls had turned into a great adventure and even though she hadn't been able to make her wish, she did get a fiancé. She glanced at Yamcha, who was piloting the flying engine and laughing with Puar. "He's so cute" she thought, her heart warming up. "Cute, strong, sweet, caring, courageous..."
- Hm, Yamcha? she said with an innocent voice.
- Yes?
He smiled lovingly to her. Even though a tooth was missing, his smile was still the brightest. Bulma blushed and patted his knee.
- Why don't you let Oolon pilot? We could go on the back seat and... Get to know each other better...
She winked at him, causing Oolon to whistle and Puar's eyes to widen beyond realistic possibilities.
Yamcha's skin turned to a strange shade of blue under his tan as the young girl's hand was making its way up his thigh.
- He... Huh... Couldn't reach the pedals, he said with a panicked voice.
- He just have to change into something with long legs!
- But I couldn't pilot for more than five minutes, said Oolon, unwilling to take the job.
Bulma frowned, a bit annoyed. Yamcha stared at her, helpless.
- Puar then!
- I don't know how to, said the blue cat, worryingly looking at Yamcha.
- Sounds like I can't go on back seat, he said, relieved.
The blue haired girl took back her hand and crossed her arms.
- Fine.
Her cold voice made the three others shiver. Yamcha felt a little bit guilty, but the relief of staying on the front seat was stronger.
After a moment of silence, he dared giving a look to his girlfriend.
- Hmm... Bulma?
- What?!
"She's mad..."
- Huh... Where are we going, exactly?
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- It's right there, said Bulma as pointing buildings under them.
Three pairs of eyes widened.
- It looks like a palace! said Puar.
- A modern palace, corrected the teenager with a proud grin. You can land there, Yamcha.
- O... Okay...
He carefully landed the engine on the perfectly green grass, almost ashamed of touching it. Bulma opened the bubble that took place of door and jumped out. She stretched, a large and satisfied smile on her face.
Yamcha helped Oolon to get onto the ground, then turned his plane into a capsule. Bulma wrapped her arms around one of his, apparently forgetting her anger of a while ago.
- Let's go inside and eat... Strawberries!!
A hungry gleam lightened her blue eyes and she licked her lips. Yamcha sweat dropped, but smiled still.
She began dragging him to the main door when she noticed Oolon and Puar, one standing and one floating behind, looking a tad embarrassed.
- What are you doing?! You come too! We have a lot of place and dad loves animals, don't worry!
They both gulped and paled but followed the couple, as Bulma told Yamcha about the refreshing taste of a big, red, juicy strawberry crushed by the tongue against the palate...
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- Isn't it good?!
Bulma filled her mouth with some more strawberries, childishly happy. Yamcha smiled, playing with the belt of his brand new pants, that she had gotten for him less than a hour after he'd entered Capsule Corporation. She had decided he couldn't go around with his wild clothing.
- If you wanna train with those stinky unfashionned...things, alright, but I won't be seen with you dressed like that! she had explained, quite rudely.
He'd accepted because, anyway, he wasn't to spend his life with the same outfit. Plus, she seemed very pleased by his appearance now. Or almost. As she wolfed down more of her favourite fruit, her blue gaze didn't leave him, as if it was seeking for a default.
- She's the Goku of strawberries, whispered Oolon as sipping his coffee.
- She's gonna be sick... said Puar, worry.
Bulma shook her head as she swallowed, grinning.
- I'm a lucky girl, she said. I never get sick of those delicious little things...
And more disappeared between her lips. Puar shrugged.
Mrs. Brief then walked in, her blond hair up and puffy as usual, a nice and carefree look on her beautiful face.
- Would you like to see your rooms? she asked.
- Sure! quickly answered Oolon, almost drooling over the V-neckline of her dress.
- Yamcha and I will stay here, said Bulma, grabbing the boy's hand and squeezing it. But Puar, go.
The cat looked at Bulma, then at Yamcha, who was grimacing but nodded to his friend.
- Go, Puar, he said. I'll see ya later.
- Ok...
Once her mother and guests were gone, Bulma pulled herself closer to Yamcha, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He blushed and felt a wave of panic rising inside. "Calm down... She won't hurt you..."
- Don't you eat some? asked the young girl, posing the strawberries bowl on his lap.
Without letting him answer, she picked one and smiled nicely. Obedient, Yamcha opened his mouth and accepted the fruit. She fed him for a moment, and he actually felt good with it. She was very close to him, but it was fine. He smiled.
- Oh Yamcha! You're so cute!
Suddenly her face was terribly close. He could smell her breath: a nice scent of strawberry... Her eyes slowly closed...
The bowl fell upon the floor, its content rolling in different directions. Bulma frowned, glared at Yamcha who had jumped to the other side of the room, panicked.
- What's the problem, now?! she shouted.
Yamcha shrunk. "I can't help it..." He felt terribly bad, but he didn't think she'd believe him, especially if she hadn't noticed it by herself. So he sighed and looking down.
Bulma waited, but as he didn't answer she only got angrier. What was it with him? She wasn't good enough for him?! He bent forward and a piece of his long, black hair fell along.
- Listen, if you intend to live here, you better... Cut your hair! It's way too long!
She left the room on those words, slamming the door so hard that the walls trembled.
Yamcha ran a hand through his hair, speechless.
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It was silent at the Brief's table that evening. Oolon didn't dare talking, Puar was worry for Yamcha, Bulma was still angry and her parents knew better than chatting when she was upset. Yamcha was absent. No one had seen him since his "fight" with Bulma.
Puar sighed sadly. He hadn't been separated from Yamcha for so long since they knew each other...
Bulma stared at her plate, chewing on her bottom lip. She wasn't hungry, filled as she was with strawberries, and felt bad about Yamcha. "I wonder where he is... He might just be lost in the house, but... Oh, I hope he's fine... I didn't mean to yell at him..."
- Yamcha!
Suddenly, Puar flew from his chair to the opening door, hugging Yamcha's arm and crying loudly. The teenager sweat dropped and patted his little friend, looking sorry.
- Where the Hell were you?! screamed Bulma, jumping on her feet, eyes in fire.
He ran a hand in his short hair, staring blankly at her.
His short hair.
His short hair.
He had cut his hair! Obviously... For her...
It suited him well... With his new clothes and head, he didn't look like a desert bandit at all anymore.
- Hello, Yamcha! I hope you're hungry, we kept food for you, just in case!
Bulma's mother got up, probably to get Yamcha's plate. Mr. Brief and Oolon's eyes followed her, shinning in the same way. Bulma shook her head and hugged her boyfriend.
- I'm sorry, she said. I shouldn't have yelled at you...
- It's fine. I'm not... The perfect boyfriend... Hum...
- I'll work on that.
Her charming smile made him redden. Then she noticed he was holding a bag.
- What's that?
- A little gift...
The sapphire eyes started to shine and Yamcha smiled. She was so beautiful...
Suddenly he found himself pulled in a labyrinth of corridors and doors. Bulma was impatient to see her gift and wanted to do so in privacy... "Just stay calm and it'll be cool..." Yamcha told himself.
- This is your bedroom? he asked when his feet finally touched the floor again.
- Hm-m.
She was already sat on her bed, peeking in the bag with a curious and impatient smile. Yamcha blushed at the way her shirt was tightly fitting her and he wished she had been wearing shorts a little longer.
- Strawberries! Oh thank you! That's so sweet!
- I'm glad you like it...
She grinned, bit into a big strawberry whose juice trickled on her chin. She licked it as much as she could, wiping the remains with the back of her hand. The whole time, her eyes hadn't left Yamcha.
- Why don't you sit down with me? she asked, winking.
Yamcha hesitated. She would obviously try to kiss him again and just thinking about it was getting his knees weak. On the other hand, he didn't want her to be angry at him again. So he made his best I'm-feeling-seek-but-will-do-it-anyway smile and obeyed.
- I'm sorry for this afternoon, she said with a lower, warm voice. I didn't want to scare you.
- No... I... It's me. I've been like that with women forever. Especially... Pretty ones.
Her cheeks blushed. She took his hand.
- It's ok... I... I won't go too fast for you.
- Thanks...
She smiled to him. "So... Beautiful" he thought. She would give him time... She was nice. Very nice...
He kissed her on the lips, softly. Bulma, surprised, played with the idea of laying him upon the bed, then figured it could traumatize him and just went for a more passionate, strawberry flavoured, kiss.
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