Genie
Bulma stared in horror. “what did you do to him?”
“Only as you asked.” Vegeta the genie leered at her. “He'll never look at another woman again, will you Yamcha?”
Her boyfriend, her true love, whimpered without blinking, eyes kept straight on her face, then nodded once.
She should have known. She had read the inscriptions on the bottle. Knew the genie was a cursed, evil thing. But after, after reading he whispered to her. Promising he'd give her three wishes. Promising her whatever she wanted. She also knew, also had read of course, that upon her third wish the genie would be free of its curse, of its prison, and would raise havoc on all.
But in a moment of weakness, a moment of jealousy she had made the wish. Only in her head. But he had heard.
“You.. you broke him! Undo this at once. Heal him!”
Vegeta barked a laugh “I cannot undo..” Then trailed of and grinned at her wickedly. “Is that your second wish?”
“You monster!” she snarled, before relenting, “yes, that is my second wish.”
When Vegeta flew off to return with an odd green creature that he claimed was god, and that returned her beloved to the way he was, she promised herself never to wish for anything again.
She kept that promise, although he whispered and promised her the moon every day and every night. Even when a year later, her beloved left her, wary and afraid still of whatever had happened that day. Even when her empire crumbled. Even as she lost it all. She kept her promise, for three long years.
And then one day, in a moment of weakness, she failed.