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Bulma's eyes narrowed as she heard a knock at the door. Rising from where she was sat in front of a burnt
out candle and a stone cold dinner, she glanced at the time.
Needless to say, she was furious at Yamcha forgetting their anniversary. Again!
Flinging open the door, she felt her anger come to an abrupt halt. There stood Yamcha with most of his body
parts in bandages. With a slightly unsteady hand, he held up a bunch of roses.
"I'm really sorry Bulma. I had a small accident during training."
At first all she could do was sigh. Why could she never stay angry at this man?