If I Could Turn Back Time
"Hurry up, Bulma! We're gonna be late!" screamed a hyper sixteen-year-old ready to fight.
"I'm coming, Goku, would you wait!" Bulma yelled back, walking out the door from the restaurant they just ate from, "Gees Goku…I never saw you this excited."
Goku laughed, putting his hand behind his head, "Yeah! That's 'cause I know I'm gonna win this year!
Bulma put her hands on her hips, "If you say so, kid. But the Tenkaichi Budoukai isn't even going to start for another four hours!"
"I know," Goku nodded, "but I like to get there extra early."
She sighed; beginning to walk towards him until Yamcha put his arms around her waist, stopping her.
"Hey babe…wanna go do something before the contest starts?" he asked, kissing her lightly on her neck.
Bulma giggled, wrapping her arms around his, "I can't Yamcha, Goku wants me to go there early with him."
Yamcha frowned and looked up at Goku, who was still standing there awkwardly, "Goku…you don't mind going by yourself, do you?"
Goku smiled a little, almost noticeably a sad, forced smile, "Yeah, sure. You guys can go do something, I'll just look around for awhile."
"Cool! Thanks Goku, you're the best!" Yamcha exclaimed, grabbing Bulma's hand and taking her off in a different direction, waving back at Goku.
Bulma also gave him a short wave before turning a corner to be out of sight of Goku.
"See you later, guys!" Goku yelled back at them, turning on his heel and walking in the direction the Tenkaichi Budoukai would be taking place.
He walked through the gate that led to the stadium, looking around at the few people that was there, deciding to get a head start too.
He found that most of the people had stands to set up for refreshments, food, or souvenirs. He was disappointed when they wouldn't let him have any food yet, saying he had to wait four hours for the event to start.
After that, Goku just walked around the stadium and up and down the bleachers, shuffling his feet, trying to pass the time.
Goku sighed, "This would be a lot more fun if Bulma was here…nothing's going on right now."
"AHHHH!! GOKU!! IT'S GOKU, DADDY!!"
He heard a girl's loud scream, making him jump and turn around to see a girl his age, pulling on the arm of her gigantic father.
The girl had dark black hair, half pulled up and two strands hanging down her face, her big, dark, excited eyes lit up as she jumped up and down with joy.
Before he knew it, the girl was running over to him, not even coming close to a stop until she was right in front of him.
Goku put his hands up in defense in case she would attack him, and took a step back so she wouldn't run into him.
But she stopped perfectly as she held her hands in front of her, crossed over one another in a shy manner, also giving a slight blush to her face as she looked up at Goku with innocent eyes.
"Uh…" Goku looked down at her, lowering his hands once he saw she wasn't going to do anything.
And that's how they stayed. The girl smiling up at him and him looking down at her, confused.
"Uh…hi?" Goku tried again.
As soon as he said this, the girls' face flushed even more as she squealed with delight. She put her hands up to her face to hide her embarrassment.
"Oh, Goku! You're so sweet!" she exclaimed, her eyes taking turns to look up at him then down at his feet.
Goku cocked his head to the side, "Do I…know you?"
The mystery girl giggled and punched him in the arm "playfully", "Goku, you are such a kidder!"
He shook his head, holding his arm where she hit him, "No…I'm not kidding. I don't know you."
She stopped blushing immediately and looked up at him with a scowl on her face, "What do you mean you don't know me?! You have to remember me! We were best friends about five years ago!"
"Uh…" Goku tried to think, but still could not get an image of this girl in his mind, "No…I don't think so. The only girl friend I have is Bulma."
She began fuming when she heard this, clenching her fists and grinding her teeth, "I…am…CHI-CHI!" she screamed at him.
Her yelling at him didn't seem to faze him any as he continued to think. After some time, he finally remembered, "Oh yeah! Now I remember you! You were the only one that could ride Nimbus with me!"
Chi-Chi fell over in stupidity but quickly regained herself, "Is that all you remember me by?!"
Goku put his hands behind his head in a relaxed manner, "Yeah, guess so."
She continued to glare at him, but her face gradually softened as she stared into his innocent face, "That's good, at least you remember me. It's been awhile."
Chi-Chi began blushing again, "I've been waiting for you to come back, Goku. I never forgot about our wedding."
His face brightened, "I don't think I ever forgot about it either. It still sounds really good."
She raised an eyebrow, "Wedding is not a food, Goku. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"Oh, is it a drink?" Goku asked.
Before she could answer, the Ox King came over to them, shaking the ground slightly beneath them.
"Hey Chi-Chi! Is it really, Goku?" the giant man asked, bending over her to get a good look at the young man his daughter still had a crush on.
Chi-Chi smiled widely, "Yep! This is him! I knew I would meet him again one day, Daddy, I just knew it!"
The Ox King smiled for her, "That's great, Chi-Chi.
She nodded, "So, when shall we have the wedding?! I want it to be really soon! I can't wait to get married, can you Goku?!"
"Is married another kind of food?" he asked her, "I can't wait to get it either!"
The father and daughter stared at him blankly, before turning around in the other direction.
"Goku, I'll see you after the tournament to tell you the information, okay?" Chi-Chi yelled back to him.
He nodded, oblivious to what he was agreeing to, "Okay, see you then Chi-Chi!"
She blew him a kiss before she turned around and started talking to her dad quickly.
Goku blinked twice, trying to figure out what she blew to him, since he saw nothing floating towards him.
He shrugged, "Wow! I can't wait to try wedding!"
Back to where Bulma and Yamcha were…Yamcha was in an exercise shop, lifting as much weights as he could, being watched closely by the store manager.
Bulma, on the other hand, was sitting on an exercise bike, her chin resting in her hands. She felt like she'd been watching him for over an hour, even when it hasn't been even close to that long.
She sighed, "Yamcha, can't we go do something fun?"
He looked at her from the corner of his eye, acting cool as he grabbed heavier weights, "Aww, come on Bulma. I gotta throw in a little more practice for the tournament. And besides, don't you enjoy watching me work out?"
"Not really…" she stood up from the bike and stretched, "It would have been a lot more fun going with Goku."
Yamcha frowned and put down the fifty-pound weights, "You know that if you went with him all he would do is eat."
Even this little statement seemed to set her off, "Well, watching him eat is a lot more amusing than watching you show off!"
He made an annoyed sound, "You can watch him eat any time."
"And I can watch you do this any time!" she screamed, "I'd just rather choose not to!"
With that said, Bulma turned around and walked out the door, ready to go find Goku.
Yamcha watched her go before picking up the weights again, "She'll be back."
Bulma walked down the street, passing the people that were walking the same way as she, since most of them were heading towards the stadium to get good seats.
She had her arms crossed over her chest, not caring if she ran into people that were in her way, "Oooo, that Yamcha! Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with him! He never wants to do anything I wanna do! I thought we were gonna make-out, not work-out!" She yelled to herself.
Once she was almost to her destination, she began calming down, putting her arms back down to her sides. She looked around for Goku, hoping she would run into him.
"Oh…I feel so bad now. I promised Goku I would look around with him, but instead I went with Yamcha. I guess I won't be adding that incident to my book of why I'm the worlds smartest girl."
Bulma tried unsuccessfully to find Goku for over an hour before she finally had to sit down on the steps leading up to the bleachers.
She lightly smacked her upper thighs with fists to relax, "Man, I have no clue where that kid is! He could be anywhere around here and it keeps getting harder and harder to see through this crowd!"
Before she knew it, someone was sitting beside her and she looked over to see a smiling Goku.
"Hi!" he said to her.
Bulma looked taken aback, "Goku! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!"
"I was right behind you the whole time!" Goku laughed at this.
Bulma stared at him, registering that what he just said was that he was following her the whole time…and she never thought to look behind her.
She narrowed her eyes and hovered over him, "Why didn't you tell me you were following me!! I looked all over this stupid stadium for you!"
He laughed again, "I know."
Bulma tried to think of a good comeback, but found that her mind went blank, so she sat down with a growl, "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother."
"Aww, you know you love me!" As he said this, he smacked her "lightly" on the back, making her fly forward and hit the ground, getting eyed from a couple people walking by.
She quickly stood up, blushing from the embarrassment, "Goku, would you be careful! I could have fallen on my face and I could have lost my perfect complexion because of you!"
Goku put his hand behind his head and gave his innocent look, "Oops, heh…sorry Bulma."
Bulma shook her head, but then screeched as a voice from the loud speaker spoke, which happened to be right over her head.
"Attention all competitors! Attention all competitors! You need to report to the main room behind the arena to compete in a pre-round so we can illuminate all two hundred competitors down to the best fifteen! Be there in the next twenty minutes! Thank you!"
About time the person was done speaking, Bulma's hair seemed to be standing on end and she felt like she would never be able to hear again.
Goku laughed good-heartily at her, before grabbing her hand and bringing her back to reality.
"Come on, Bulma! Cheer me on in the illumination round!" Goku urged, pulling her towards their destination.
"Hold on Goku, I thought non-competitors weren't allowed back there," Bulma said, still getting dragged.
He smirked back at her, "Let's just say they changed the rules."
Bulma laughed before she began walking beside him so he wouldn't have to drag her, "If you say so."
It didn't take them long to get there, but even so, there were tons of people inside the huge room already. The place didn't seem to change from the previous five years ago. There were still five small arenas set up on different ends of the room and a big ball machine for contestants to pick out a numbered ball. Hung high on one wall was a board that displayed who would be up against who.
Goku looked around at all the people that were there, "Wow…I wonder who I'll have to fight," he wondered.
"Don't worry about it, Goku. I'm sure whoever it is, you'll beat them anyway," Bulma said, putting her hands on her hips and looking around also.
He grinned at her, "You think so?"
"I know so!" she nodded.
"Hey, Bulma! Bulma, over here!" yelled a male voice.
Bulma and Goku both looked over to see Yamcha, trying to squeeze his way through the crowd before he finally got to them.
"Whew, this is a tough place to find someone!" he exclaimed before smirking at Bulma, "So, you gonna be cheering for me?"
Bulma crossed her arms and turned away from him, "HA! Yah right! I'm not gonna cheer for you, I'm cheering for Goku!"
Yamcha's eyes got wide, "GOKU?! B-But Bulma, you know he's gonna win anyway! What if I have to fight against him?!"
It was her turn to smirk as she turned back around to show it to him, "I hope you do! Then you won't even have to worry about me cheering you on for the rest of the tournament!"
"But…but, but, but!! You're supposed to cheer for your boyfriend!" Yamcha urged.
Bulma made an exasperated sound, "Well I have news for you! You're not my boyfriend anymore! I'm through with you!"
Yamcha waved his arms up in down in an attempt to change her mind, "Bulma, you said the same thing two weeks ago!"
"Well this time I mean it!" she yelled back.
As all of this was going on, the only thing Goku could do was look from one to the other as they took turns yelling. Over the years, he learned to keep his opinion to himself in a situation like this and mind his own business…even though he was always standing there and it was hard not to hear.
"Come on Goku, let's go get you a number," Bulma said, grabbing his hand and turning him around in the direction the ball machine was.
"Uh…okay," Goku managed to say before giving Yamcha a friendly wave as he left.
Goku didn't even pay attention to the scowl on Yamcha's face. He didn't know how angry it made Yamcha to see his girlfriend just abandon him and go off with his best friend.
"What got you two started this time?" Goku asked, turning around to face where he was going, slipping his hand out of Bulma's since he felt a little awkward doing it.
"None of your business!" was all Bulma had to say.
Goku rolled his eyes, 'Gees, I get dragged into these things and I don't even deserve to know what's going on!'
They got in line, thankful they saw that they wouldn't have to wait too long for about ten or so people.
"You know Bulma, you should enter one of these sometime," Goku advised.
Bulma gave him a weird look, "Goku, are you crazy or something? I would get killed in this tournament!"
"Not necessarily…if you went up against me, I'd let ya win," Goku said.
Bulma was about to say something but stopped and looked up at him, "You would do that…for me?"
Goku smiled, "Of course not!"
Bulma fell over in stupidity, but quickly got up and glared at him. Goku didn't notice though, as he saw that it was his turn to pick a ball. He dug his arm deep in the hole, hoping to get a good number.
He took his arm back out after grasping a ball and showing it to the person writing who picked which number on a piece of paper. Goku took this time to look at it and saw the number 46 carved in huge black letters.
"Number 1-50 go over to Arena 1, located in the far left corner," the man said, pointing to where Goku should go.
Goku nodded, "Thank-you," and walked over to the far left, followed by Bulma.
Once they got to that place, Goku had to give his ball to another person who was writing down his number on a score board, showing who his opponent would be, but saw that he didn't have anyone yet.
"Wow, this is so exciting! I hope I get to fight someone good, don't you Bulma?" Goku asked, looking down at her, but finding that she was looking at Yamcha who was about to pick a ball.
"I hope you get to fight Yamcha! He deserves to be beaten before he even has a chance!" Bulma replied.
Goku leaned down close to her so she would hear him, since the area around them began to feel up with people even more, "Don't you think that's a little…harsh?" he asked her.
Bulma nodded, "You're right, Goku! It should be more than a little harsh!"
"Huh?! No, that's not—," but he didn't get to finish.
"Yes! Yamcha is coming over here! I see a number 5 on his ball! What do ya know, kid! You might get to fight him after all!" Bulma screamed and jumped with joy.
Goku shook his head, 'Why do they even bother with each other if they know they're just gonna break up again?'
They both watched Yamcha walk up to the same person that took Goku's ball. The man turned around and wrote Yamcha's number beside another, but none of them could make out which one yet since the man was right in front of it.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Bulma urged, crossing her fingers and standing on her tiptoes so she could see.
The man moved and they saw number 5…beside number 22.
Goku silently let out a breath of relief that he wouldn't have to fight Yamcha, but Bulma let out a long moan.
"Nooo…that's not fair!" she said, before crossing her arms stubbornly and narrowing her eyes.
"Goku, you suck," she said for no apparent reason.
Goku tilted his head to the side, "I do?"