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Bulma had always hated crowded places. When she had been a little girl going around the mall with her mother she had imagined becoming forever lost in the swarm of unfamiliar legs and it had terrified her.

That fear had stayed with her as she had grown up; evolving into dislike during her teenage years. But now, when the vast amount of people would start to agitate her, she would feel a comforting arm drape around her shoulder. Then she would look up at Yamcha and he would give her a reassuring smile.

Yamcha's smile always made the crowd fade away and take them to their own little world. It always made her feel better.