Yamcha wandered the streets of Satan City alone. His little companion, Puar, was back at his apartment, anxiously waiting for him.
Silent, Yamcha just kept on walking. His head bowed low, facing the ground. He finally noticed that he was on the wrong side of the tracks of the city. Soon he heard sweet, but faint, music in the air. His ears led to him to a modest little karaoke bar.
"Any place that serves drinks will help me cope," he muttered to himself. He entered the building and plopped himself down at the bar. He looked around and noticed that everyone was watching the stage instead of drinking.
Yamcha looked up, and to his surprise, he saw Bulma, Chi-Chi, and 18 singing.
Yamcha looked up at the ceiling and muttered, "You sure know how to kick a guy when he's down, Dende."
He listened to the girls. They weren't bad, they were really good. When they were done and got off the stage, Yamcha was ready to order his drink. He glanced back at the table and saw Chi-Chi pointing at him and Bulma following her direction. Their lips moved and Bulma got up from her seat.
Yamcha banged his head on the bar counter. Why now?! "Hey, Yamcha. What are you doing here?"
Yamcha turned around and saw Bulma. "Oh, I'm just here, recovering from a broken heart. You know that new girlfriend that I had? It turns out that she was seeing someone else behind my back."
Bulma looked at him. "Hmm. I guess you got a taste of your own medicine. Remember how you treated me when we were dating?"
"Please don't remind me. I can't even count all the times that I wanted to change everything."
"Why don't you sing with us? I'm sure that it can help you feel better."
"Well, I've reached a new low. Singing about my sorrow. Where's my microphone?"
Bulma took Yamcha's hands and led him to her table. 18 grabbed an extra seat for Yamcha to sit on.
"Can I take a look at the song selection?" Yamcha picked up the booklet and looked through the pages. While he was looking, Bulma explained everything to her friends. They nodded in sympathy.
Yamcha finally found the perfect song. "C'mon girls, will you help me sing this one?"
The four got up and got onstage. A din of applause greeted them.
Bulma grabbed the microphones. "Hello? Um, everyone, we have a good friend of ours here to sing with us. Please enjoy the song."
They took their places. 18 and Chi-Chi stood off to the side while Bulma and Yamcha had centre stage. The music started. It was a pop beat with Spanish melody in the background.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: De dum dum dum. De dum dum dum.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: De dum dum dum. De dum dum dum.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I'm a bastard if it's true.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: If the thing she did to me is what I did to you. I'm a bastard if it's true.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: And I guess it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true. (looks at Bulma and takes her hand) You need to know I finally understand, and I gotta get in touch with you now but I can't. I just want to tell you I'm sorry. (lets go of Bulma's hand) I'm a bastard if it's true.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: If the thing she did to me was what I did to you. I'm a bastard if it's true.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: And I guess it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true. (looks at Bulma and takes her hand) You need to know I finally understand, and I gotta get in touch with you now but I can't. I wish I could have made you happy. (lets go of Bulma's hand) But I'm a bastard.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
(During the instrumental break, Yamcha and Bulma do a little tango while the audience and the back-up singers clap to the beat.)
Yamcha: I'm not saying that I wanted you to stay, but tonight I fell like driving my car to L.A. Just so you can see me crying. Cause I'm a bastard if it's true.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Yamcha: Yeah, and I guess it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you. Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: (shakes his head) I know, I know.
Chi-Chi and 18: Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Bulma: (circles Yamcha and points at him) Sucks to be you.
Yamcha: I know it's true.
(The music fades away.)
Cheers and hollers of "Encore!" were heard. The four singers took a bow, dropped their micro- phones, and walked off the stage. They sat back in their seats.
"That was some good singing. You really put yourself into the song," complimented Bulma.
"Well, I dedicate it my ex-girlfriend/best friend," Yamcha replied. He looked at his watch. "Oh! Uh, hey, I gotta go. Puar's expecting me to be home by now. Thanks for letting me sing with you." Yamcha waved good-bye to the girls and bolted out the door.
He took out his capsule car, hopped in, and stepped on the gas to get home. All through the trip he hummed, "De dum dum dum."
Additional Author's Notes: I've been labeled a songfic writer, so it's about time I earned the title! ^_^* Please send in your comments! I need some constructive criticism.
