A Collection of Short DBZ Stories

My Ex

Scenario: Yamcha's reaction to  Vegebul [bromance included].

Five, six, seven empty glasses stood upon the marble countertop. All alone was a man of many titles; ex-bandit, friend, baseball player, martial artist, but above all he was heartbroken. Yamcha took another swig of his drink while wishing he had a certain blue haired woman in his life. Just her very name sent a swarm of hot memories through his brain. Days of youthful love and reckless adventure were the most prominent times in their relationship. Fears and thrills were combined whenever he remembered the trouble they got into; whether it be running into an insanely strong opponent or stealing something that didn't belong to them. It felt so distant yet so close to his heart, both painful and loving at the same time.

"'Nd yuh know what she did?" He slurred to the gruff looking bartender, "she had a baby witha freakin' alien killer man! O' all people she chose some scumbag guy like that!" Those usually relaxed hands clenched angrily, his head sunk low in bitter defeat. "I luved her dammit. 'Nd that sayin took 'er away from me-oh! But not that I have anythin' against aliens. My best friend is one too."

"Yeah, that's what they all say." The man grunted while wiping a dirty glass with an equally stained rag. "Look pal, I think you've had one too many drinks. You got someone to pick you up or something?"

"I don't got anyone in the world!" Yamcha laid his head in his toned arms, knowing deep down that he didn't want anyone to disturb him, though they assuredly would. 

And just like that the voice of reason arrived. "Hey Yamcha, buddy, there you are!"

"Who's that?" The intoxicated youth reared his head from the shelter of his arms and grimaced. "K-krillin?"

"And Goku." The short one jerked his head in the alien's direction. "I was worried about you so I brought someone to help me out."

"Yo!" Goku gave a short wave.

"You gunna take him home?" The barman questioned. "He's been griping all night about a woman."

"What woman? You mean Bulma?" Goku inquired.

"Duh! Who else would he talk about?"

"I-" But Krillin knew better than to let his naive friend answer a rhetorical question.

"Nevermind that. Yamcha, I know you and Bulma had a thing for awhile but y'know...maybe it's time to let things go." He laid a sympathetic hand on his back.

"I don't wanna! I'm better for her than that stupid prince or whatever the hell!" As if struck by lightning, he sat up suddenly and pointed a wobbly finger at Goku. "'Nd you!"

Like a child, the one accused pointed a finger at himself. "Who? Me?"

"You knew alllll along, didn't ya? About that baby...the whole future and you didn't say a peep!"

The defendant scratched his head in confusion. "Well if I toldja then Trunks wouldntv'e been born. You of all people should know how that works."

"What d'ya mean I should know?" The plaintiff blushed suddenly, coughing awkwardly to fill up the space. "But that's besides the point! What the hell did that baby do for us?! He shouldnt've ever been born."

"Yamcha!" The monk was getting sick of this charade now. It was one thing to be heartbroken and another to be insulting an innocent baby. "That baby could save Goku's life! He's from the future after all."

"Like hell he will! Goku's fine; strong like a damn ox. Not one little sneeze!"

"Actually," the saiyan spoke up, "I've been feeling kinda-"