There was never any situation that I had found myself in that was as frustrating and heart wrenching as the one that I was currently in and had forced to be in for what felt like forever. See, I had found myself falling in love with the well-known flirt and manwhore, Yamcha. Yep. The bandit, the ‘bad boy’, the guy who was afraid of women and—oh yeah, let’s not forget—my best friend Bulma’s boyfriend!
I had felt betrayed when it happened. Almost within a week of me telling her that I thought he was cute, she had come onto him. And I knew, then and there, that it was all over. Bulma may have been crass, rude and a spoiled brat but, she was also beautiful, smart and rich. Every man’s dream girl honestly. I had known that I had lost my chance right at that moment. I wasn’t any type of significant girl. My family was incredibly average and simple. Father was a farmer and mom taught me at home while doing a little free-lance drawing and sewing.