Yamcha's feelings were mixed. He had just finished driving around in the latest sports car developed by Capsule Corp with a few girls, and when he returned to Capsule Corp with a beaming smile, he happened to arrive just as Senga's power went out of control.
He immediately knelt down, and as soon as the oppressive force disappeared, he got up from the ground and rushed into the company to check the situation.
Then he saw something that broke his heart: his girlfriend was lying in another man's arms!
If Yamcha were Saiyan, he might have Awakening Super Saiyan Green on the spot.
He trembled as he extended a finger and murmured,
"Bulma, you..."
Bulma knew that her current state with Senga was indeed causing Yamcha great harm. She looked at Yamcha's face with guilt, but that one look instantly made her guilt vanish without a trace.
She only noticed a bright red lipstick mark on Yamcha's neck...
Bulma immediately snuggled into Senga's arms, delivering another blow to Yamcha's ego.
Before he could get angry, Bulma preemptively struck.
"Yamcha, you're really going too far. You can't even be bothered to erase the traces of your affair after you come back, can you?" M.
"Forehead..."
Yamcha was taken aback, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face; this action contained a wealth of information.
Bulma's pent-up anger finally erupted, and she roared,
"Yamcha! I've had enough! This is over!"
Senga was completely bewildered the whole time. What was going on? Had he managed to steal Vegeta's thunder?
Does that mean Trunks was stillborn? Uh, you're overthinking it.
Yamcha was shocked. He hadn't expected Bulma to break up with him so directly. If it were before, he might have laughed it off, but today he was furious.
He clenched his fist, said, "You said it!" and then turned and left.
Yamcha's behavior completely disappointed Bulma, who buried her head in Senga's arms without saying a word.
Senga's lips twitched twice, and after hesitating for a long time, he said...
"Bulma, I'm so sorry this happened, but please don't be too sad..."
Bulma was initially quite sad, but Senga's words made her burst out laughing.
She suddenly looked up, and Senga saw two obvious tear tracks on her face, but she was smiling.
"What are you talking about? It's like someone died. It's just a breakup, and it has nothing to do with you. Even without you, my relationship with Yamcha would have ended a long time ago!"
After saying that, she wiped her eyes and left Senga's embrace.
She was rubbing her back, with a nonchalant expression on her face.
"Why would I be sad about a breakup? If I wanted to, I could find someone better than him in a heartbeat!"
After saying that, she glanced at the dilapidated laboratory, turned her back to Senga, and said...
"Alright, now I need to tidy this place up. What kind of mess is this?!"
Senga watched Bulma's retreating figure quietly for a while, then took out a mini Flying Thunder God, placed it on the table, and said,
"Then I'll be leaving now. This is for you. If you need anything, you can contact me through it; just call my name."
"Um..."
Senga stepped forward and patted Bulma on the shoulder, then vanished from the laboratory in a flash.
Bulma didn't tidy up the lab as she had said. Instead, she slowly sat down, hugged her knees, and stared blankly into space, murmuring something.
"Am I single now?"
She had already come home from school on the No. 18 and was lying on her side on the sofa, constantly switching between TV programs with the remote control in her hand.
Senga suddenly appeared beside her, smiling as he spoke.
"What are you doing? There aren't any TV shows you like out of all these?"
No. 18 was startled, but when she saw Senga, a bright smile immediately bloomed on her face. She naturally moved closer to Senga and said,
"Everyone's so boring, you're still the prettiest!"
No. 17 appeared at just the right time, pouting as he spoke.
"Brother-in-law, if you don't come back soon, my sister's going to keep pressing the remote until it's smoking!"
A pink slipper landed precisely on No. 17's face. No. 17 plopped down on the ground, and the slipper slowly slid off his face, leaving a deep shoe print.
No. 18 glanced at him sideways and said,
"Sorry, I meant to toss you the remote because you seemed so concerned, but I threw it to the wrong person. Could you please bring me my slippers back, my lovely little brother?"
No. 17 was furious but dared not speak out. He looked to Senga for help, but Senga pretended not to see it, clearly wanting to see him make a fool of himself.
Seeing that even her most trusted brother-in-law had abandoned her, No. 17 could only pick up her slippers with a look of grief and indignation, and then place them next to the sofa with both hands.
No. 18 nodded in satisfaction and praised,
"You're such a good brother! Your brother-in-law must be hungry after being out all day. Could you please cook today's meal as well?"
"Sister, we can actually order takeout!"
"What if the takeout food is unsanitary and you get an upset stomach? Your brother-in-law and I don't care, but you're still growing!"
"I..."
"Um?"
No. 17 really wants to slap himself right now. Why did he have to be so sarcastic and talkative? Has he forgotten his status as the "youngest of the young"?
With a heavy sigh, No. 17 abruptly turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Senga couldn't help but say, looking at No. 17's "tragic" back.
"No. 18, why don't we stop having No. 17 cook? I think he's having a tough time too."
Before No. 17 even reached the kitchen, his hearing, now highly sensitive after the modification, caught Senga's words and burst into tears, overwhelmed with emotion.
"My brother-in-law is the best!!"
However, what No. 18 said next poured cold water on his burning enthusiasm.
"Don't worry about him, he's got plenty of energy, and he even has a girlfriend."
"Oh? No. 17 is dating too? Hmm, that's understandable, he's an adult now."
"Heh, do you know how old the woman he was talking about is? She's a full six years older than him!"
"... ah?"
No. 17 shrank back and dashed into the kitchen; he felt like he was going to die if he listened any longer.
Senga's curiosity was piqued as well. He hadn't expected No. 17 to make such a powerful move right from the start. He pressed for details.
"Do you know what that girl's name is?"
"I think her name is something like Maron?"