The sun set like a large, inconspicuous globe behind the mountains. It was a beautiful, almost majestic sight, but he didn't seem to be impressed by the person who sat a few meters below, leaning against a tree in a meadow. Basically he didn't seem to notice the spectacle, let alone enjoy it.


Yamcha stared sadly into space. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting here, he didn't care. If Freezer were to show up and throw a ball of energy at him, he wouldn't even bother and try to defend himself at least a little. He would just let it happen like there was nothing wrong with having the most terrifying enemy they ever had killed him.


Who would miss him, too, Bulma definitely not, she told him that a few minutes ago, or was it a few hours? , made clear.


'Get out of Yamcha, it's over'. Three words that said so much and left a yawning void inside.Bulma, Bulma again and again. The whole time this name was circling through his mind. As if there was an invisible figure standing behind him whispering the name in his ear. But there was no figure behind him, just an old gnarled tree, the only tree this meadow had to offer.


Desolate, it loomed like a warning sign from the earth, far up into the sky. Its dense crown did not seem to let a single ray of light through, so that Yamcha was completely in the dark. But that was fine with him, too, because so his dark thoughts matched the darkness that surrounded him.


Dark thoughts that revolved around a pretty, spirited woman with turquoise hair. As if it had been yesterday, he remembered the first encounter with Bulma, when they were looking for the dragon balls together with Son Goku and Oolong. Back then he was still weak with women and Bulma was no exception. But finally he lost his shyness towards this woman, after countless adventures he began to overcome his fears.

After that, many beautiful scenes followed. Like when Tenshinhang broke his foot in the big tournament and Bulma had spent many hours at his sick bed. Back then they were closer than ever, if not a thousand times closer.


And now is all of this supposed to be over? Was it because of a scientific project that Bulma worked for and which he thought little of?


But basically it wasn't the sneering laugh that he had given up on Bulma's project that brought about the end. He had felt well before that something had changed. Ever since it was brought back to life after the plant monsters of Vegeta and Nappa killed it. Back then, he'd heard from Pool, she'd been crying. He would have loved to comfort her, tell her everything was fine.


But then she flew to Namek with Krulin and Son Gohan, had many adventures there and came back with more luck than ability.

After that, after Goku drove Freezer out, he was resurrected. She was happy to see him, but it was different, he had felt it. It wasn't her hug or the kiss she gave him. It was the same as always. It was something else that you could neither see nor feel. You just noticed.


No, he didn't blame her or himself. His opinion on Bulma's project was just the little drop that broke the barrel.


He hadn't meant it that way, and even Bulma had to know that. That he laughed at her project wasn't all. This was followed by a heated argument about their relationship in general.


"If you ever have anything to complain about my work!" she had yelled at him.


"What should I have to complain about. I think you're overworking. Look at yourself. Do you think that's okay as it is?"


"What do you have to complain about?"

"Damn Bulma, you are sitting here, working on a project that only exists in your imagination and your lodger is a crazy Sajajin who once wanted to destroy the whole earth!"


Yamcha would never forget the way she looked at him after his little talk. This look would have rivaled the condescending looks Vegeta always gave you.


"Leave Vegeta out of the game!"


"Now come back down! For your information, he's the one on whose conscience people go who mean something to you!"


“If you're alluding to it, then let it go.” Those words had been a slap in the face. And what followed after that was a constant loud screaming, as if they were playing a game of who could scream the loudest. But if this game had really existed, Bulma would have won it by a feat.


"GET OFF YAMCHU, IT'S OVER !!"


Again and again that terrible sentence that seemed to pierce his head.Why couldn't he just forget about him.


He looked sadly into the distance, straight into the almost set sun behind the mountains. Was that really it? Actually, he should come to her and apologize. But he couldn't. It wasn't just the words she'd used, but the tone of voice too. He destroyed all hopes he could have with one blow. He had heard her tone of voice several times before, but never on this occasion, never so serious and so devastating.


A glitter on the horizon made him look up. He felt a familiar energy, but no ki as he knew it from one of the Z-fighters. He looked strained at the sky, but then turned himself into an idiot. He knew that energy. Knew her for a long time as if it were his own energy. It was pool, his friend's pool. But what was he doing here?


Pool looked like always, blue, cute and friendly. But the friendliness was limited this time, rather his face showed concern, as Yamcha could clearly see from a distance.Pool's little head turned this way and that as if he was looking for something and he found it, as the broad grin on his face told him.


"Yamcha!" his voice beeped gently. In a dive he flew towards him, but then slowed down and his friendliness disappeared and gave way to sadness.


"What are you doing here Yamcha, I've been looking for you!"


Yamcha smiled. "Nothing, I had to think."


"Is it because of Bulma?"


Yamcha’s eyes widened. How did he know? The word got around.


“I was just with her and she told me!” Pool answered Yamcha’s unspoken questions that were clearly reflected on his face. "I'm so sorry Yamcha"


Yamcha shrugged his shoulder coolly. "Not to me, I don't care ..."


"It doesn't look like it ..." said Pool and looked down at the floor.


"What did she say?"


"Who?"


"Na Bulma"

"Oh," Pool's face brightened up, "Only that she meant it seriously, because she had sensed that it wasn't the real thing between you and that she still likes you, just not like it used to be, friendly! "


Yes, Yamcha had already thought of something like that. He would have been surprised if she had reacted differently.


"Because of me!" Yamcha just growled and left it at that.


"What do you think, should we visit our little house in the desert again?"


Pool was thrilled, both didn't know how long they hadn't been there anymore. Even though this dingy little house had a lot of memories. It was her home of memories.




The little girl's laughter echoed around in his head. Again and again that bright, joyful laugh. Why couldn't he just forget? She stood before him, many years younger with long hair tied in a braid.Just like what it looked like the first time they met. Just as pretty and untouched, so defenseless and yet brave. Just as he'd come to love her. But then it changed. The girl became an ever growing woman, the hairstyle changed, sometimes it was short, then again long. But the laughter stayed. Just as bright and joyful as if it'll never change. Only the girl's expression changed quickly, it became more and more serious and sad at the same time.


"Get out of Yamcha it's over!" The girl said these words as a matter of course, amidst the bright laugh. Then she disappeared, not for a moment, which might have made things a little more bearable. No, she went further away step by step. He wanted to scream after her, but not a sound came from his lips. He wanted to run after her, but his legs didn't obey his orders. All he could do was stand there and watch one of the most important people in his life leave.On and on, one step at a time, until he could only see her from a great distance. There she turned around again and looked at him.


"We're still friends Yamcha?" Said the little girl with the pigtail, the figure he had come to know and love. With a wink she turned around completely and walked, this time really from one moment to the other, as if she had vanished into thin air. What remained was a yawning black void that even the snoring could not fill, which suddenly drew everyone's attention.


Snoring?


Drunk with sleep, Yamcha opened his eyes and stared at a simple, grubby stone ceiling. He had followed up on his suggestion and flown back to their old home with Pool. He thought it was a good idea, but he found it was the stupidest idea he'd ever had. Too many memories shaped this little house. He saw himself in a corner, his heart pounding, with Pool, who looked at him pityingly.He remembered that scene, it was after his first meeting with Bulma. At that time he fled from her. His fear wouldn't even look at her.


And if he looked out of the small window he saw a trailer standing in the middle of the desert, the trailer that she had conjured up from a capsule. Capsule, yes he and Pool wanted to steal the capsule from them, but then came across the dragon balls.


No, it was a mistake, he couldn't stay here any longer if he didn't want to run the risk of going crazy. Quietly, without waking the pool, whose snoring filled the whole house, he put on his orange tracksuit and quietly left the house . He didn't know why he was wearing that tracksuit, let alone where his steps were leading. He just followed them without giving any orders.


The night was sprinkled with stars and the full moon stood like a large