hell hath no fury (Yamcha/Bulla/Open)

[Bulma Briefs]

Bulma sighed, the ache in her sides a testament that she was no longer a spring chicken. But still, not many women her age could have made this trek in such a short time! Smiling over her shoulder at Bulla, she pointed to a spot in the distance.

"There, there's something I want to show you, honey," she said, leading the way down a small incline on one of the many mountain passes. They were nowhere near the top, but they were coming upon a small cavern, just big enough house a child and a teenager, if they squished together enough. Inside was a dirt floor, and it was cool and serene, a small tide-pool in the far corner. Natural flowers bloomed around the mouth of the cave, and Bulma sighed, instantly feeling a little more at peace.

"This is one of the places I'd come to think and be by myself when I was younger - Goku showed it to me..." she said quietly. She had brought her daughter here to get out of the house, get some fresh air - and for a more secretive purpose - to gather some samples for her latest possible invention. It might very well make a difference in the coming battle, but she still wasn't sure if she could pull off concealing it, building it, while still working for the opposite team...

Well, if worst came to worst, it wasn't like she really had a choice...

Bulma leaned against the opening of the cave, her eyes on her daughter's face; her child mirrored her own stress and tiredness, and guilt nagged at Bulma. No child should have to be raised in such a situation, and the thought of sending her children away to safety occured to her every day, but they were known, and incredibly stubborn. She knew sending them away would be no use, as they would just come right back....

Loyalty was something her family took very seriously.

If the way her thirteen year old stood up to Saiyans was any indication....

Shaking her head, Bulma inclined her head to the cave.

"Go ahead, have a look around. You might find something interesting," Bulma grinned, recalling burying her favorite childhood toys there as a girl, before she went on that adventure with Goku, because she couldn't stand the thought of them going to some other little girl.

Jeez, she had been really selfish and childish back then...

Bulma left Bulla to her own explorations momentarily, though she never wandered too far. Dressed in a simple pair of black shorts and a green sleeveless t-shirt, and hiking boots, Bulma had a various array of devices attacked to her belt, one of them beeping steadily. She began her hunt for rocks containing a certain mineral, believing that that mountain was the only one within hundreds of miles that stood any chance of possessing any.

And sure enough, just she stepped a few feet to the left, her sensor went berserk, signalling there were such rocks directly beneath her feet.

"Bingo!" she said, brandishing what looked to be a swiss army knife, but she flipped it open, and it became a small, high-powered drill. "Come to Mama..."

[Yamcha]

Cruising around in his ride the Mighty Mouse II, with Puar in the passenger seat, Yamcha found himself thinking about things. The death of Goku and Piccolo, but more so about Goku's death than Piccolo's, since he never really cared much for the Namekian. Along with this he was thinking about how he had spent the last several years training, having left behind Bulma to do so. And how he had ran into a kid who's base power level dwarfed his almost entirely. Another Saiyan brat was out there, born with a great power level rather than having to train for it like Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, all of the Z Fighters had to. Tightening his grip on his car's steering will he glanced over to Puar, she was worried about him, but she kept quiet about it, not wanting to bother him more so than he already was. And because of this Yamcha's idea of her being the perfect best friend only furthered, she was the one who had always been there for him and always would be. Offering her a kind smile he turned back onto the road before them, only to bark out a curse as smoke began pouring out from beneath the hood, causing the car to slowly come to a halt. "FUCK!"

[/color] Punching the dashboard Yamcha quickly pulled out a tool box from beneath the car's seats and quickly lifted the hood to begin fixing what ever the problem was.
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[Bulla]

[/b]", She began slowly, turning to her mother with a tilt of her head. It was sad that she hadn't gotten to meet this Goku fellow. All she heard constantly was what a great guy he was and the adventures that the two of them had... some including her father, but those stories always came with swearing that made the teen snicker with glee. What kind of idiot was scared to talk to girls? Her father.. who to her was the biggest idiot of them all. "I'm guessing you miss him alot.. huh?", Uncrossing her arms and not really waiting for an answer, she did what she was told and began to 'explore'.

If this was what her mother found fun, she really needed to get out more when she was younger. A small hmph was released from her lips as Bulla flipped her hair to the side and looked around unimpressed. The scenery was of course... beautiful, but this was Bulla. A beautiful view wasn't going to make her go crazy with nature. She needed adventure that involved action. And she wasn't going to get that here. Her mother was in the cave and that gave her time to escape her, though it wasn't a lot of time. It never ceased to amaze her that her mother knew where she was before she even knew where she was going. It was freakin' creepy. Another hmph and Bulla was hovering lightly in the air. A few seconds later, she was off the incline and flying down to the road below. Her feet hit the ground and she stretched her arms in the air, allowing a small yawn to leave her. At least there wasn't any of Freezer head's goons around. Up ahead... slightly in the distance, she could see someone that appeared to be having car trouble. It wasn't the adventure that she was looking for, but it would have to do. She grinned secretly hoping it was a cute guy and quickly made her way to the side of the car by the guy. "Car trouble, right?", She let out a small giggle then grinned doing a small bow, "Lucky for you.. I am amazing with machines".

Placing a strand of blue hair behind her ear, she went beside the guy under the hood and began to look at the engine. Besides the black smoke, there didn't really seem to be anything wrong with the car. The only thing she could think of was this stranger had been driving a long time and the car now was demanding a break. "I think it just overheated.. no biggie", She said with a shrug. Bulla turned her head to get a good look at the stranger and frowned almost immediately. It didn't take her long to recognize the face. The girl had seen plenty of pictures of the man and even without the scars, Bulla was positive she could recognize him in a heartbeat. "...your Yamcha, right? I've heard so much about you..", Her eyes narrowed into slits and she frowned, backing away. "I heard your weak. Idiotic. Not even a man... but a little worm always crawling away to hide away in the smallest possible space so people can't find you. A coward really. A brainless weak little coward. It suits your appearance.".[/ul][/justify]

[Yamcha]

Frustration took over his temperament as he began making his way to do work on the Might Mouse II. With his right hand gripping the handle of his tool box tightly, his left hand found itself curled up in the tightest fist he could manage. Sneering he'd soon find himself seeing the frame of another through the smoke pouring out from the engine as they spoke, they were female clearly, and something in their voice was familiar, ha, perhaps he had robbed them before. Popping his neck to the side he grinned, he'd rob them again. Setting his tool box on the side of the car he cracked his knuckles before stepping forward, the smoke pouring out of the engine heading a bit. Yet what he saw took him back, Bulma?! She looked so young...wait, it couldn't be Bulma! She had, had kids?! Slight shock on his face he'd quickly be taken off guard by what the girl was saying. But, her blatant disregard for his emotions and what not caused Yamcha to glare at her, his face twisting in anger, he could smack her around, she wasn't his kid..."And who are you to be talking down to me like that? The daughter of a whore? A whore who couldn't understand what her boyfriend was really doing?!"

[/color] Quickly taking position for his Wolf Fang Fist Yamcha growled slightly, who the fuck was this little girl to disrespect him so?!
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[Bulma Briefs]

Yamcha.

She'd recognize that self-righteous voice anywhere, even if it was muted by the slight distance between them. When she realized that he had just called her a whore, and apparently, an idiot.

All of the stress and aggravation and fear and worry just imploded with in her, and the next thing she knew, her multi-tool was in the shape of a large energy knife, and she was hiking down the mountain pass, her vision tinged with red.

"Actually, Yamcha, she's the smart, beautiful, gifted, and good daughter of a woman who has had her dumb moments, yes, but is essentially a gorgeous, awesome vixen who is about to rid the world of her daughter's idiotic, egotistical father who apparently cares more about his own standing amongst warriors than his own family," she hissed, brandishing the knife dangerously. The look in her eyes at that moment was quickly starting to look like Chi-Chi's, right before she exploded with malevolent energy and started throttling someone violently.

"Go to the cave. Now." Bulma said to Bulla, her eyes never leaving Yamcha as she idly twirled the knife in her hands. "I see you still have that damned cat-thing," she muttered, in reference to Yamcha's constant companion. He'd always preferred that critter's company over hers, shared his secrets with HER; it was ironic, but Bulma never realized that she was JEALOUS until after Yamcha left. Because of course, he took the damn furball with him....

She used to think Puar was adorable...

"Speak to my daughter like that again, and I'll have your tongue." she said simply, before eyeing him again, before snorting and turning on her heel, intent on walking away from him. She was making her point clear; she'd survived without him that long, and the fact that he was back should make no difference. After all; he came to this mountain, and not right back home where he should have been all along.

That in itself spoke volumes....

[Bulla]

[/b]"... speak of the devil and he shall rise. Her eyes widen in shock as her mother showed up and for a moment a shiver of ran down her spine spotting the knife her mother was dangerously holding. Yet, a sense of pride was showering over her seeing her mother in action. She smirked, did a small shrug, and then did a little bow. "That'll be me.. that'll be her.. and those insults? Those would be you..".

Now everything her mother was saying her mother had been going along but when she told her to go back to that cave, the teen immediately shook her head and clenched her fists. "No way! I've always wanted to meet daddy dearest and kick his ass..[/b]", of course she had wanted to meet him when she was strong enough to kick his ass. Even she knew right now that she wasn't strong enough to probably even put a dent in Yamcha right now. It didn't matter. "There really was nothing wrong with your car...", Bulla glanced at the car and then taking a minute to close her eyes, she sucked in a breath relaxing.. allowing herself to gather up her energy to her hand. She opened her eyes and pointed her hand to car, then smirked releasing a ki blast to blow the car up. ".. well yeah now there is.". [/justify][/ul]

[Yamcha]

Eyes would bulge intensely as his ears twitched, the voice of Bulma polluting his ears. She had not only quickly gotten over his disappearance, not only enraged about his disappearance, but she dared to insult him too? Oh it was fine when Goku disappeared to train, but Yamcha couldn't? Even when it was to help the entire planet of Earth, possibly the galaxy?! Gritting his teeth he'd prepare to attack until a portion of a sentence caught his attention. Hesitating to attack now shock would cover his entire facial expression. This disrespectful girl before him was his

[/u][/b] daughter?! No way, it was just a cheap trick to try and fool him into feeling bad for leaving everyone behind to train to become stronger, it had to be! And then there was the insult towards Puar, turning his shock and confusion to a stern look he'd reply. "Don't try making me feel bad for leaving everyone behind to train to combat the Saiyans and every other villainous character that's arrived lately. And unlike you Puar has always been by my side, she's a friend for life. You were apparently just a speed bump."[/color] Then he'd find himself pushed too far, more bantering came from "his" daughter before she shot a single charged ball of energy towards and into his Might Mouse II's engine, causing it to become irreparable, at least this far from civilization. Teeth gritting he'd beam forward, using Afterimage to fool the girl into thinking he was still in the same place as he aimed to bury his right knee deep into her stomach. And if this attack landed he'd aim to take his left hand, bring it behind her head and smash her face into the ground, just in front of his now ruined, at least for now, car.
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[Bulla]

[/b]" The words came out without her meaning to and she wasn't sure where exactly she was going with this, but she wanted whatever part of her was speaking to continue. And it did. "Because they got to know you. I bet they know your favorite color.. favorite drink.. sports team and I just knew pictures" She sniffled, and winced almost automatically at the pain. The blood from her mouth apparently wasn't the only thing flowing from her face. Bulla was pretty sure her nose was broken, but she ignored it. Her conceited side was somewhere wallowing away in pity.

A breath of fresh air was pushed into her lungs and with a sense of pride, she stood up and slowly brushed her clothes off. "But I knew facts as well. Wolf Fang Fist... the 'Spirit Bomb'" She paused to glance at the rabbit catish thing by Yamcha and smirked at it through her blurry vision. "Puar.. and I always thought it was a shame that you didn't know anything about me.. but now I see its a blessing. Because I know everything about you.. yet you know nothing about me" She paused again and wiped the blood running out of her lips on the back of her hand. Her smirk faded as she glanced at crimson stain on her hand and scoffed, shaking her head. "If you don't die by the Saiyans or those Frieza goons, which of course you will. Then be prepared to die by my hands. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Who the fuck I am.. and you won't get the pleasure to, whether you wanted to or not, but just know that the only thing you do get today is the small satisfaction that you found somebody weaker than you.".

Momentarily, of course. But she didn't feel like adding on and once this meet the parent from hell ordeal was over, it was time to end the mommy and daughter time to go find that Zarbon guy and get her training started right away. The man before her... he needed to pay. Not only did he attack her without warning, he showed no mercy and she was going to make sure to show him the same respect. He insulted her mother and he damaged her pride. Who the hell needed a father anyway? Her mother was an attractive intelligent individual and she had faith that once this scum was removed from her life for good that she would find an actual man that one day Bulla might feel comfortable enough to call father. The pain in her stomach was slowly fading, but the throbbing and ache on her face seemed to be just beginning and was slowly getting worse. But she wasn't going to give him the pleasure to know that he had caused her pain. Instead, she placed a hand on her hip and stared at him raising a brow. "So.. if you want to feel like the 'man' then do what you do best and give the smart mouthed weak teen girl a beating.". And so she can remember each punch, kick, slam, or whatever and give it back to him with at least ten times more power. [/justify][/ul]