>>5954581"So about that prince thing. I have you know that the ladies call me the black knight of-" Before Chester could finish, you casually grabbed him another bottle and handed it to him. Not saying a word but clearly implying a flat "no" from your body gestures. Leaving Chester to do his best Danny Devito's impression as he scoots to fling with someone else.
"You've gotten better at that," Yamcha remarks, leaving you unabated in acquiring your spoils of war.
"I can't punch everyone who asks me out. As much as I would like to. I already got it enough as it is saying I'll only date someone if they can give me a really good fight." You lament in between chowing down.
"Yeah, the school went full battle royal trying to win the right to date you. Still undefeated for the record." Yamcha says, leaning against the sink table.
"I'm real thankful Mark is from another school..." You playfully tabbed Yamcha on the shoulder before looking at the night sky. "f I knew that I was gonna be hit on the moment I'd finally hit puberty, I'd opted to be home-schooled by Grandma."
"Well, it's hard to pass up a stunning beauty like yourself. Plus you're like...a cheerleader. That seems to get the social neurons going rather than just the horny when looking at you." Yamcha teased, earning another shove from you.
"You seem to do so just fine." You counter. "You don't break out when I touch you."
"Well, it mainly helps that I see you as a martial artist more than a woman. I mean we did have a one-to-one fight in Chinatown after all." Yamcha retorts.
"Only cause Chester offered to pay my tab if I helped him protect the crown jewels after Puar wanted you to get her salty runback." You argued.
"Don't blame me, blame karma. Picking on the mafia boss's daughter for shits and giggles in kindergarten was going to come to bite him in the butt sooner or later." Yamcha points out while holding a Butterfinger bar.
"..So by the way...you said you see me more as a martial artist than a woman, huh?" You drawled, pulling out one of those cartoony giant meat drumsticks as you stared at the former mafia bandit.
Yamcha gulped a bit, sensing the sudden shift in your tone. "I mean, isn't that what you wanted? To be respected as a proper warrior than some eye candy that does tricks and cheers the hero with pom-pomp? I thought you hated being a cheerleader."
>Well, maybe I didn't have someone to personally cheer for till now. God Yamcha, take the hint, I literally gift-wrapped it. >I can be both! Just cause I like fighting doesn't make me any less of a girl than Bulma. Chi-Chi's the same and you lose your nerves with her and Bulma.>Well I changed my mind. Being a part of a team and having an outlet for my martial arts that's acceptable to the public is actually therapeutic. Even if I like the dance side of it more.>You're right...Forget I said anything.>Write-In 