Bulma straightened up and dusted her clothes.


"Please be careful where you are going!" was the surprisingly firm reply from Bulma, who passed Vegeta indifferently.


"What was that supposed to mean? What is she snapping at me?" Vegeta scratched his head. He had to chew that through first. "Have I missed something? Is she kidding me ?! -I want to know what that means!" Furious, Vegeta ran after Bulma back into the kitchen, where he thought he could find her, but there were only Prof. Briefs and his wife, who "fell upon each other" wildly. Vegeta was shocked. It ran down his spine to be "live" with something like that, so he left the loving couple and withdrew to his room (he was brought out of his concept ... * g *).


"Oh, man! The two are really crazy ... No wonder Bulma is so crazy too ..."


Vegeta sat on the bed. "I can already find out what Bulma's action was supposed to be ... But first I have to sleep a couple of hours ..."



Bulma was sitting in the living room leafing through a magazine. But she couldn't concentrate properly either.


"Will my plan work? -I hope Vegeta bites ... but the chances are fifty fifty ..." Bulma sighed.


She bobbed her foot for a while, but then got up and went to the phone and dialed a number. A moment later a voice was heard on the other end.


"Hello, Yamcha! It's Bulma ... I wanted to ask you if you would like to come to me, maybe to have a barbecue (<< those with their grill * g *) or something ... Ok, all right! I'm waiting for you!"


Bulma hung up and looked a little sad. "Please forgive me, Yamcha." she whispered.




A couple of hours later, Yamcha was there. He had bought 20 red roses that he gave to Bulma. "... but that wouldn't have been necessary!" she said. Yamcha couldn't say anything. His grin blocked his communication, but he could still think: "Son Goku was wrong.-I'm still in the race! Besides, I really don't know what Bulma thinks so great about Vegeta ... "Yamcha doubled his grin as he watched Bulma move the flowers into a vase.


"They are really pretty." she said. "How was the party yesterday? Did something special happen?"


"No, not really, except for Lunch's Sneeze. She really let it go, but you know how she feels then!"


Bulma nodded in agreement.


"Listen ..." Yamcha began carefully. "Yesterday, when that ... well ... that happened to Vegeta ... that's when I really realized how important you are to me ..."


Yamcha paused, got up from his seat and walked up to Bulma, stopped in front of her and knelt down. As he did so, he pulled a small box out of his pocket.


"... and when I got that, I figured that you and I are ready to go one step further ... by ... MARRYING !!!

Yamcha opened the box where there was a gold ring.


"I am asking you, Bulma: Do you want to be my wife?"


Bulma was speechless. She hadn't expected that, what should she do? -She was trapped!




But what about Vegeta? -He had already got up and made his way to Bulma, where he "accidentally" overheard EVERYTHING. -He was shocked again!




How will Bulma decide? -Read for yourself: In the next part! * lol *








SSSSSSOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY !!!!!


I know I write too slowly ... but sometimes I'm really uncreative! Therefore: Sorry, Sorry, Sorry !!!! I hope you will forgive me * hopefully *


Well, I won't be able to write for a little longer now (again) because I'm going away (to France * froi *)!