Hello Hello! At the urging of my dear Sarah (yes, you are meant!) I decided to upload a second part today. I better stop chattering now, because my rabbit is clearing the paper bucket and also scattering the fresh printer paper. * looking forward to the tidying up *


have fun with the next part, mfg, kohaku




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part 3




A week later, Bulma was released from the hospital. She was doing so well now that she could get up and eat on her own.


When she was almost healthy, Bulma spent her days just like before: working, sleeping, eating and ignoring all thoughts of Vegeta.


Slowly, it seemed to her, slowly the pain in her heart subsided. But she was far from ready for something new.




After a while, her childhood sweetheart Yamcha came to visit again. Bulma could still clearly remember the strong feelings she felt - had felt - for him a long time ago.

He helped her build the new spaceship and dragged the heavy energy cells into the half-finished device. The two of them worked side by side throughout the day, and Mr. Briefs was also there to offer advice and assistance.


It was a good time, but Bulma missed something. It was just a special feeling that she was missing. She couldn't describe what it was, but something was different from then, also different from Vegeta.




In the evening they were finally both alone when Yamcha started: Bulma, you know that I could never forget you, you also know how much you hurt me when you decided to go with Vegeta. But if you want ..... I mean ... if you want, .... what I'm saying is ...... let's try again.


Bulma had expected this question: Yamcha ... I don't know if this is such a good idea, you have surely noticed that I'm not over Vegeta yet, I don't know exactly what I'm feeling at the moment, I don't trust my heart anymore - not yet.

.. I'm sorry, I can't, .. not now, not today.




Bulma left the room while her Yamcha watched like a doused poodle. All these years he had hoped to have a happy time again, as he had with Bulma. But he wanted to give her time to get over Vegeta. Time in which he would stand by her to be there when she needed him. He would always be there for her, even if she didn't want to be with him, because he wasn't Vegeta, who only took care of himself and just left his wife and children alone.




Weeks passed and Bulma's condition improved noticeably. But there were days when she just couldn't bring herself to leave the bed because everything reminded her of Vegeta.


The smell of the freshly washed laundry - the same smell that Vegeta's tracksuits always had when they were freshly washed. The ones washed with fabric softener had always disappeared from his closet very quickly.

The full fridge - there had never been anything like that when Vegeta was in the house. He had swallowed everything down so quickly that she hardly had time to look. No, sometimes she just couldn't take it anymore. It hurt so much just to forget, it hurt so much ...




The days went by as usual, only that Bulma had finally realized that she had to forget Vegeta. She would always remember him. The good times and the bad with him. Just remember him as he was. Arrogant, proud, arrogant, but infinitely affectionate and vulnerable. The father of her children, that was him, nothing more and nothing less. But he had also been the love of her life.


The good time with Vegeta would stay in her heart forever.


But now it was time for something new, time for a new love, for a new life.