Yamcha's mood was a tangled mess. He had just finished cruising around with a few girls in the latest sports car from Capsule Corporation. When he returned, walking with a spring in his step, he suddenly felt a surge of overwhelming power erupting from inside the building — Chiga's power had gone out of control.
The pressure hit like a storm. Yamcha instinctively dropped to one knee. When the air finally settled, he pushed himself up and rushed inside the company, anxious and confused.
What he saw froze him on the spot — his girlfriend lying in another man's arms.
If Yamcha had been a Saiyan, that might have been the very moment he awakened a brand-new transformation out of heartbreak alone.
His hand trembled as he pointed, voice cracking.
"Bulma, you…"
Bulma's eyes flickered with guilt — she knew how this scene looked. Her head lowered for a heartbeat, but that guilt vanished the moment her gaze fell on Yamcha's neck.
There, bright as daylight, was a red lipstick mark.
Her expression hardened. Bulma drew closer into Chiga's embrace, her defiance cutting deeper than any blade.
Before Yamcha could say another word, Bulma lashed out first.
"Yamcha, you're getting more careless by the day. You couldn't even wipe away the evidence from your little adventures, could you?"
"W-what?" Yamcha stammered, his hand unconsciously rising to his neck — a gesture that said more than words ever could.
The anger Bulma had been holding back finally burst free. "I can't stand it anymore! We're done, Yamcha!"
Chiga stood in awkward silence, lost in thought. What in the world just happened? Had he somehow intercepted Vegeta's future? Would that mean Trunks would never be born?
No — that was overthinking.
Yamcha's body trembled. He hadn't expected Bulma to end it so decisively. Normally, he might have laughed it off or talked his way out, but not today — not when his own anger was already boiling.
He clenched his fists. "You said it!" he growled before turning on his heel and storming out.
Bulma watched him leave with an unreadable expression before quietly lowering her head against Chiga's chest.
Chiga's lips twitched. After a long pause, he finally said, "Bulma, I'm sorry this happened. Don't be too sad."
Bulma's sadness cracked into laughter. She raised her head, eyes still glistening with tears but smiling through them.
"What are you saying? It's not like someone died. It's just a breakup. Honestly, even without you, things between me and Yamcha were already over."
Wiping her eyes, she pulled away and placed her hands on her hips, feigning indifference.
"How could I, of all people, cry over a breakup? If I really wanted someone new, I could find a better man in minutes."
Her gaze shifted to the damaged lab around them. She sighed and turned her back to Chiga.
"Now I have to clean this place up. What a disaster."
Chiga watched her silently for a moment. Then he pulled out a small Flying Thunder God kunai, infused with his chakra, and placed it gently on the table.
"If anything happens," he said softly, "call my name through this. I'll come right away."
"Alright…" she murmured.
He patted her shoulder lightly. In the next instant, his figure vanished in a shimmer of space-time.
Bulma remained where she was, not cleaning as she had said she would. Slowly, she sat down, hugging her knees, staring blankly into the air.
"So… I'm single now?" she whispered to herself.
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Meanwhile, across town, Lazuli had just returned from an errand. She lay lazily on the couch, flipping through TV channels, unimpressed by everything she saw.
Then — a sharp whoosh.
Chiga appeared beside her, smiling faintly. "Not into any of these shows?"
Startled for half a second, Lazuli's eyes lit up as soon as she saw him. A bright, genuine smile crossed her lips as she leaned comfortably into his arms.
"They're all boring. You're way better to look at."
Just then, Lapis walked in, arms crossed and smirking.
"Chiga, if you didn't show up, Sis would've burned through the remote by now."
Smack!
A pink slipper flew perfectly across the room, hitting Lapis square in the face. He fell onto the floor with a thud, the slipper sliding dramatically down his cheek, leaving a deep shoe print.
Lazuli gave him a dangerous squint. "Oops. I thought you loved the remote so much, I figured I'd toss it to you. Guess my aim was off. Be a dear and bring it back, won't you?"
Lapis sighed heavily, glaring at her but not daring to talk back. He looked pleadingly at Chiga, but Chiga only looked away with a faint smirk — clearly enjoying the show.
Defeated, Lapis picked up the slipper with both hands and placed it neatly beside the sofa.
Lazuli nodded approvingly. "Good boy. By the way, Chiga's been out all day. He's probably hungry. Be a sweetheart and make dinner, will you?"
Lapis groaned. "Can't we just order something?"
"Takeout isn't clean," Lazuli replied sweetly. "What if it upsets your stomach? We might manage, but you're still in your growing phase, Lapis."
"I…"
"Hmm?" Her tone sharpened ever so slightly.
He froze. "Right. Kitchen. Got it."
Dragging his feet, he turned toward the kitchen like a condemned man walking to his fate.
Chiga chuckled softly. "Maybe let him off the hook this time. He looks exhausted."
Lapis, whose hearing was sharper than ever thanks to his modifications, nearly cried with relief when he heard that. Chiga's the best… he thought.
But Lazuli's next words hit him like a cold splash of water.
"Don't worry about him. He's got plenty of energy — especially now that he's got a girlfriend."
"Huh? Lapis is dating?" Chiga raised an eyebrow. "Guess that's not too surprising. He's growing up."
Lazuli smirked. "Oh, you'll love this. She's six years older than him."
"…What?"
Lapis froze in the doorway, cheeks burning red. He darted into the kitchen before Lazuli could say another word.
Chiga chuckled under his breath. "Didn't see that coming."
"Her name's something like… Malun?" Lazuli mused aloud, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
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