>>5955301"Yamcha, you might be a real good fighter and thus can read the room in everyday scenarios. But even I know that a girl doesn't want to be objectified, so to ignore the elephant in the room by saying such a thing doesn't exactly help like how you would think it does. It's the inverse of the problem. " You cooly explained, still keeping your eyes away from him."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."
"First off, let's address the bugbear that Chi-Chi can be really scary when she's angry. I swear when the stars all aligned for her birth, a fire spirit or deity gave their blessing to her." Yamcha interjects, causing you to nod in response to the nicknamed Ultimate Burning Warrior who was one of your closest friends and rivals. "Secondly, I can't really explain it. But I feel more comfortable with you than with stereotypical girls. I've been working on keeping my skin from being flushed and swollen when being touched by them. I like to think I've been making some great strives."
"Because you still don't see me as a woman huh." You drawled, once again lamenting that term as Yamcha felt like he was digging himself further and further into the hole he made.
"It was three years ago, Koku. Jeez, I never took you to be the one to hold grudges. Almost reminds me of my neighbor's cat. Or Puar when she gets very mad." Yamcha argued, feeling rather hurt by the interaction while trying to make light of it with some humor.
"I don't. Usually. I just...AUGH! I don't know! It feels insulting that one of the few martial artists I know who I deeply respect doesn't see all of me and doesn't hold me in the same regard as I do them. Like yeah, it was annoying back then when so many people confused me as a child despite being a pre-teen. But I thought the moment I hit my first growth spurt I was way past that way of thinking. I'm still growing damn it." You shouted, almost hitting the table and leaving a dent from the force of your blow. Restained as you are, you didn't hide precisely how upset you were.
"I didn't mean to insult you like that. I just took you as my wingwoman, a righteous tomboy who I could confide in without being judged for not being the stereotypical bad boy my look gave off at all times. It's really bothersome getting told that I'm the kind of person who would be having multiple flings and cheating on them left and right so callously." Yamcha admits, letting off some steam and baggage as he rests his arms on the counter. At that point an epiphany soon came into his head as he instinctively facepalm. "..Sort of like how I was treating you just now."