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At first, Bulma had thought that it would be exciting to leave the city life and her future responsibilities at Capsule Corp. To just drop everything and live in the wilderness with Yamcha instead.

They would go riding in the desert, make love in the cooling shade and all sorts of romantic things. And just think of the tan that she would get!

But then she had actually seen the place. Yamcha kept it tidy, she had to give him that. But the shower head was rusty. The chairs squeaked every time someone shifted in them. The fridge was stocked with dead animals. Whole dead animals!

Forgetting the romantic idea of running away, Bulma had then decided that these, as well as a list of other small things that she had noticed, would annoy her to death. Picking up her suitcases, she had turned and left.

Yamcha had stared after her, still unsure how he had felt about this whole 'running away' thing in the first place.