"Ow! Come on Bulma what'd I do?!" Yamcha winced as her almighty Mallet from nowhere appeared. It was eight-thirty in the morning he was still tired seeing as the bus finally brought them back four hours before this.
"You moron I can't believe you put her name out there like that!" She hit him again and he ducked rubbing the two newly grown knots in his head.
"I shouldn't have done that?" He asked moving away from the door and closed his bathrobe.
"No shit Sherlock… Now you've got the damn Paparazzi after her!" She swung again, this time he was prepared and put up his index finger to stop it.
"They're swamping her house?"
"No, My house…" Bulma said putting it away and sat down. He sat down in the chair adjacent to the one Bulma was in. "When did you find out?"
"The night before the game… Artemis and his girlfriend Luna filled me in. I also spoke to Ami a little bit." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Now I see why Vegeta turned out to be a better guy for you. He's more reliable with his emotions."
"True…" Bulma put a finger to her chin. "We argue and he trains, he gets mad and trains, he's sad and he trains, he's hungry "Woman where's my dinner" then trains..." She said making him smirk. "But there are things about you that I did miss at first. Like how whenever we fought you'd get that panicked look in your eye when you wanted to justify yourself; or how when you gave me gifts just because. I think then I was happy to have you cuz I was the only girl you could have been around with out stuttering. It was when the others started noticing I wanted you more, but then you broke up with me for the third time… Three times's the charm you know… So I figured you were done with me especially it had been almost three months so I took that as a sign to move on."
"I don't know… I see you looking at Serena with your looks of love, and you treat her wonderfully, and you two just play around being true to each other… and I think that I could've easily been in that position had I waited… I don't know, but for a little bit. Seeing you with her made me a little jealous that I was never treated the same way. But then I took a step back and realized…" She sighed looking him in the eye. "That you have changed a lot since our days together. Fighting isn't your first priority anymore, you've got yourself a job in something that's good for you, and you are a little better at knowing how to care for a woman."
"Bulma, you're creeping me out."
"And I guess being my first boyfriend a small part of me will always care for you, but I couldn't love you the way she does. All your little quirks, she ignores them. At night you can hear her sighs of content when she dreams, which I'm sure include you. She loves you with all her heart Yamcha." She watched him nod as if to say 'I know.'
"So she didn't like the TV confession?" He asked.
"She was furious… but could you blame her… star player suddenly pops up with a random mystery girl… the tabloids would have fun with it. Can't you see it now?"
"Yeah…" He grinned a little bit. "Star player marries hooker off the street.""
"Marries?" Bulma gave him a look watching as he tilted his he to the shelf above his head. On the shelf was a small velvet black box. "Yamcha…. You…"
"Yeah… I bought it before getting on the bus last night. Aside from being a noble man to do the right thing… as cheesy as it sounds I honestly can't see my self being without her in my life."
"Well, that wouldn't be completely wrong… After all when you met her she was a stripper." Bulma said before gasping. "Oh I'm such a genius!"
"What?" He gave her a weary look.
"Hey, there, there…" Serena was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room holding the young Bra in her arms soothing the little one from crying.
"How do you women do that?"
"You have to have a soothing voice… a nice looking face doesn't hurt either." She smirked at the Saiyan male who was currently glaring at her. "She definitely looks like her mother."
"Probably will take after her anyway…" Vegeta frowned.
"But you're not complaining… a little girl to spoil, right, Daddy?" She smiled at him and looked back as the little girl frowning a little bit.
"That good for nothing will support his damn offspring." Vegeta answered as if reading her thoughts.
"Of course… Amara wouldn't let me settle for less." She handed the girl back to Vegeta. Her hand rested on her stomach; surprisingly she hadn't gotten as big as she'd hope… especially since she was closing in on her due date.
"Why shouldn't he have to care for what is part of him?"
"Yeah… I know…"
"But you still love him…"
"I do…" She whispered softly as Bulma came into the room.
"Woman, you don't just walk in here telling me what to do!"
"I said out!" Bulma sighed shaking her head with a tape in her hands; soon behind her Rei and Mina came into the room. "First of all there's video mail for Serena… Secondly her masseuse is here." Soon several others appeared in the room.
"Thirdly, I don't care how strong the damn Saiyan race is I want him out of here!"
"Amara!" Michelle fussed helping Serena to her bed.
"All these visitors…" Serena looked at her friends and family as Vegeta left the room grumbling a bit.
"Well of course we'd come to visit Keneko-chan…" Amara smiled dearly at her sister.
"Right…" She got comfortable as Mina started filing her finger nails and Rei found herself messaging the girl's feet. "Why are all of you here?"
"Does there have to be a reason for all of us wanting to be here?"
"Of course, cuz there's no way in hell Amara would let Rei in the same room as her unless something big was going to happen."
"Well…" Ami hesitated setting a plate on Serena's stomach with a sandwich on it.
"Ami, don't even think of spoiling it…" Lita fussed carrying a giant bowl of popcorn.
"Spoil what?" Serena gave them all a blank stare starting on the sandwich that had been presented to her. "More pickles, please?" She looked at Ami who nodded reaching for the pickle jar adding some to the plate.
"No use trying to hide it…" Hotaru giggled dragging in the soda. "We're watching movies!" Hotaru sat on the foot of the bed next to Mina as they turned on the movie.
Several hours later they had all had their fill of food and laughter and just downright stupidity with plenty of male bashing. Around nine o'clock the guests had started to leave. They all grabbed bowls or something and said their goodbyes. Bulma then got up and turned the TV and VCR back on before sitting on the bed. For at least two minutes it had been nothing but a blank screen.
"I think it's broken…" Serena pouted.
"I think your right…" Bulma stood and pushed buttons and started banging on the VCR. "I'm going to go get my tools, pop this baby open and I'll be right back!" As soon as the door had shut behind Bulma had left the room some static picked up on the screen before a picture of a wall came up.
"Bulma… I think its working!" She called getting no response. "Bulma! I think it's…"
"Uhh… Gosh who knew this could make me so nervous." Serena turned her head to the door almost expecting her idiot baseball player to waltz through the door, but she shook her head swearing she was hearing things before the light dimmed on the screened and some sort of dance song started.
Hey Mr. Wonderful, Oh you're so incredible. Hey Mr. Wonderful, Wonderful to me.
"Oh… My…" She gaped at screen watching a "Mysterious" male with a mask on dance into view. Sure he looked ridiculous doing it, but one had to admit, he was rather hot in the black outfit he had on. She watched him rock to the beat.
Hold me, I wanna feel your arms around me (Mystery dude hugs himself) Kiss me, cuz only you (Mystery Dude: Points at the screen) can make me happy.
"What is wrong with that man?" She smiled a bit missing the aqua haired genius looking in. Right at this point the guy started unbuttoning his shirt where words in what seemed to be red lipstick, scrawled across his chest.
"I know I've been a real idiot…"
"No duh…" She frowned remembering the harsh that destroyed a good thing.
Ohh na na Mm-na Heya- Oh Mr. wonderful. Ohh na na Mm-na Heya- Are you for real? Ooh na na mm-na Heya- it's not impossible. Ooh na na m-na Heya –ooh ah ooh ah!
"A Class A idiot…" She sighed looking back at the screen seeing what had been scrawled onto his arms.
"I mean a…" She then looked to his right arm. "A Class A idiot."
…A miracle to me.
"At least he picked a fun dance song…" She muttered reaching for her soda. "Where is the remote?" She looked around before catching him turn around showing the writing on his back.
"I'm sorry. But even if you're mad forever. I won't give up because." He continued moving awkwardly to the music as if dancing wasn't his thing at all. He turned and apparently the pants were held together by Velcro, because with a swift pull they were off his body. This time his lipstick tattoo was on each thigh. "I want to ask you to…"
A miracle to me… a miracle to me…
"….." She froze as part of her mind filled in the rest and the other part tried telling her it couldn't be possible. Either way her beautiful blue eyes had begun to fill with tears.
But the moment of awe had stopped as laughter erupted from her as she could see why his moves were so awkward and seemingly uncomfortable. The man had been wearing a black thong. And on each of his cheeks had read:
"Look to your left…" Being the good girl she is she had turned to look at the door which had been on the left side of the room. There against the door had been Mr. Mysterious mask and all. His black shirt had been unbuttoned until the button just above his waist showing he no longer wore the scars of his entertainment…
"Mr. Wonderful, I presume?" She looked at him. She could see he looked even more nervous here than he did on the tape. None the less the outfit was indeed sexy.
"Yes…" He took a step towards the bed, making her snap out of her reverie and slid over giving him room. Taking that as the green light he moved to sit on the bed. "You've grown to be more beautiful than I remember…" He looked at her. He raised a hand to slowly touch her face as the pained look surfaced in her face.
"For a while you weren't Mr. Wonderful." She whispered.
"I know… and knowing I made you cry over and over again… it makes me regret being who I am." He wiped at a lone tear with his thumb.
"But I like you as you are." She opened her eyes. "Why didn't you believe me?"
"Because I was desperate for a way out before I got hurt." He said and she nodded as if that was easy to understand.
"So, What did Mr. Wonderful want to ask me?" She changed the subject.
"Do you forgive me?" He watched her expression as if she had to think about it. She looked at him.
"Just ask me so I can say yes." He grinned shaking his head.
"You weren't supposed to know until I did this." She slid off the bed. Slipping a hand into his pocket, before bringing out the small box form before. He opened it up watching her eyes well up again. "Serena Usagi Tsukino, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
"Yes!" She squealed as his took her hand to slide the ring on. Once that was done he sat on the bed and hugged her before resting his hand on her stomach. She leaned in to kiss him, but he froze.
"Hold on I've got to do something." He got up and rushed to the window and opened. "SHE SAID YES!" He yelled as several screams, obviously from her friends, reached the window. He rolled his eyes closing the window and sat bad down with her.
"So Yamcha, who did the lipstick writing?" Serena watched him reach up to untie the mask.
"Bulma…" He shook his head trying to undo the knot, but her tiny hands held his arms still.
"Don't… Leave it on."
"Can you... i mean like this... I mean..." He stuttered as she brought a finger to his lips.
"You talk too much. Not another word... just enjoy life as it comes, especially since you're stuck with me for the rest of it."
"I love you." He grinned as she shut the lamp off.
Disclaimer: I also do not own Mr. Wonderful, jut borrowed it from DDR! ANd uhmmm That's all folks!