FIC: A Very Bad House Guest (DBZ)
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ficwizeTitle: A Very Bad House Guest
Fandom: DBZ
Pairing: None. Is it possible to still have spoilers in this fandom?
Prompt: Yamucha
Warnings: Unbetad.
Rating: Gen
Summary: Yamucha shows up without a gift.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But if it was, I'd be rich and retire now.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shikach0u because she asked me to. Ummm, a very long time ago. This is inexcusably late... Mea culpa, hon, mea culpa.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Yamucha had no idea what Bulma thought she was playing at. They had been broken up for almost ten months when she called him out of the blue and asked him to come over to Capsule Corp.
A vindictive part of him hoped she was calling to ask him to come back to her, but the more logical part of his mind knew that was unlikely. They had never really worked, despite the fact that they had both wanted it to work. Their breakup had been like their relationship – rather disastrous and leaving them both glad to be out alive.
Still, he owed her more than a grumpy refusal and a hang up, so he found himself standing on the front door of Capsule Corp one hot August afternoon. Belatedly, he wondered if he should have brought something with him. Flowers would have been a bad idea, but most house guests arrived with something – wine, a gift… something. And he was standing on the door empty handed.
When the door was thrown open a second later, he was suddenly glad he wasn’t holding anything. He surely would have dropped it. His whole body went completely numb and he looked down into Bulma’s eyes. She was smiling, but it was a nervous smile.
He could understand her nerves. He was suddenly very nervous himself.
“Bulma…?” He squeaked.
“Before you say anything,” Bulma cut him off. “I need to say one thing.” She took a deep breath. “Yamucha, meet Trunks.”
“Is he…?” Yamucha was trying hard not to gasp like a fish out of water.
Bulma steeled herself visibly. “He’s Vegeta’s.”
When Yamucha came to lying in the grass in front of Bulma’s home, he suddenly found himself wishing that he’d brought a bottle of wine after all. Or maybe scotch. A whole case of it.
Fandom: DBZ
Pairing: None. Is it possible to still have spoilers in this fandom?
Prompt: Yamucha
Warnings: Unbetad.
Rating: Gen
Summary: Yamucha shows up without a gift.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But if it was, I'd be rich and retire now.
A/N: Written for
shikach0u because she asked me to. Ummm, a very long time ago. This is inexcusably late... Mea culpa, hon, mea culpa. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
*************
Yamucha had no idea what Bulma thought she was playing at. They had been broken up for almost ten months when she called him out of the blue and asked him to come over to Capsule Corp.
A vindictive part of him hoped she was calling to ask him to come back to her, but the more logical part of his mind knew that was unlikely. They had never really worked, despite the fact that they had both wanted it to work. Their breakup had been like their relationship – rather disastrous and leaving them both glad to be out alive.
Still, he owed her more than a grumpy refusal and a hang up, so he found himself standing on the front door of Capsule Corp one hot August afternoon. Belatedly, he wondered if he should have brought something with him. Flowers would have been a bad idea, but most house guests arrived with something – wine, a gift… something. And he was standing on the door empty handed.
When the door was thrown open a second later, he was suddenly glad he wasn’t holding anything. He surely would have dropped it. His whole body went completely numb and he looked down into Bulma’s eyes. She was smiling, but it was a nervous smile.
He could understand her nerves. He was suddenly very nervous himself.
“Bulma…?” He squeaked.
“Before you say anything,” Bulma cut him off. “I need to say one thing.” She took a deep breath. “Yamucha, meet Trunks.”
“Is he…?” Yamucha was trying hard not to gasp like a fish out of water.
Bulma steeled herself visibly. “He’s Vegeta’s.”
When Yamucha came to lying in the grass in front of Bulma’s home, he suddenly found himself wishing that he’d brought a bottle of wine after all. Or maybe scotch. A whole case of it.
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Date: 2008-03-12 05:45 pm (UTC)Ah, man... My brain is totally dead right now, but I just want to say (for now): This part... T_T I really like Yamcha. I like Bulma and Vegeta, too.
What an awkward situation! I like drabbles, especially ones that don't bash any of the characters involved, that explore this part in the series.
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Date: 2008-03-12 08:03 pm (UTC)Sorry it's not better than it is. For as long as you waited, you deserve a Pulitizer Prize novel, not this tiny drabble. *lol*
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Date: 2008-03-17 08:24 pm (UTC)