Disclaimer: I don't own a Ferrari, I don't own a three million dollar mansion, nor do I owe Dbz characters.

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Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingg! The bell rings

"Chi, over here!" shouted Bulma to her friend Chichi, who was together with 18 and Launch. Chichi spotted and beamed, glad that Bulma had saved them a table for lunch. They walked over to Bulma and sat down.

"Oh my gawd, Bulma, you look fab, like the shirt, the jeans, your hair, woa, nice shoes!" said Chichi.

"Thanks Chi, ya look good too, I told you that denim dress was perfect. Launch you and the nice hair as always, and of course 18, always wearing the perfect halter top along with the jeans. I have to say we look perfect for the first day of school", finished Bulma smiling at her friends.

"Or not', came a voice from behind. Bulma turned around to the all-too-familiar-and-annoying voice.

"Shut up Vegita! You're talking like if you look good yourself!" ranted Bulma heatedly.

"Alright guys, don't start arguing now. Its too early in the year to begin with your fights", said Goku getting in between them.

"It's true guys, why don't you try being nice to each other for a change?" suggested Krillin.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, why don't you guys start out by giving each other a big happy hug!" beamed Chichi.

"What! Are you crazy!" both Bulma and Vegita screamed at once.

"I'd rather drink my pee than hug her!" said Vegita disgusted.

"Yeah? Well, I'd rather eat my shit!" said Bulma, thinking that she had won this argument.

"Hey, that wouldn't count woman, you do that every day" Vegita said smirking, glad that he'd won this argument for sure. But his victory was short lived as Bulma flew at him and once on the floor she smacked, slapped him, kicked him and scratched him until Goku and Tien could get her off the very pissed Vegita.

"I swear woman, don't you ever touch me ever again!" screamed a very angry Vegita, fixing his now wrinkled Sean John shirt.

"Yeah, well, that wouldn't have happened if you wouldn't have started talking shit, Vegita!" said Bulma seething.

"Well is not my fault you eat shit, woman!" said Vegita now smirking.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrgh! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you Vegita!" screamed Bulma as she left stomping off the cafeteria. Eyes did not have to turn to look to know that it was Bulma and Vegita fighting once again. They were all used to it. No… they were all tired of this. Every year, during the school year and throughout the whole year they were, if not arguing, fighting. That consisted of Bulma hitting Vegita mercilessly, and Vegita insulting her cruelly.

"Gee, Vegita, it's come to a point where you guys cant last even two minutes before getting into a serious argument, you really need to-

"Shut up Kakarot, you don't tell me what to do, mind your own fuckin business!" Vegita cut Goku off and then got in the line.

After a while, Bulma cooled down and decided to go back into the cafeteria. A cute guy asked her out for a date, and she'd agreed. Now she was in a very happy mood and forgot about her fight with that jackass Vegita. She sat down between Tien and Chichi, and glared at Vegita sitting in front of her. Vegita muttered something under his breath, but Bulma dismissed it, determined not to let anything ruin her now bright mood.

"I have a date with Jake Jackson!" she beamed as she turned to Chichi.

"Oh my god, are you serious Bulma, you are soooo soooo lucky!" screamed Chichi.

"Ssshhh, Chichi, he might hear you, I don't want him to think I'm a beast, you know" said Bulma and then she sighed and closed her eyes dreamily. She didn't see that everyone at the table was rolling their eyes. Bulma was so pretty and so smart that you might think she'd have a steady boyfriend who treated her like a queen and who would do anything for her. But Bulma was different. Not like those pretty girls that guys wanted to go out with to have a good time with them and because they were easy; and that was one of the reasons why guys disrespected her sometimes. Her innocence made guys sometimes take advantage of her. But she never let them; that's why, along with her beauty, she had brains. And a large amount of them. Bulma had a very long history of guys, but for some reason, she just had no luck with them., but she always had the hopes that one of the many guys that asked her out would be the perfect guy for her. To her friends, she would never learn.

'So tell me Chi, who was it that you saw this morning? I heard you and eighteen talking about it" asked Bulma to Chichi.

"Oh, er..um..no, it was nobody Bulma..trust me it's uh…not important…he!" 18 stuttered with her lie. But Bulma was not deceived. She knew her friends and her smartness told her they were hiding something which she later would find out as always.

"Chichi, tell me what is it. I know you guys are hiding something from me, and its just in vain because you know I'll find out sooner or later, so you might as well tell me now and get it over with. Come out with it!" urged Bulma.

Chichi had no choice. After all, Bulma was her friend, and as much as she would hate to tell her, she had to.

"Alright Bulma, I'll tell you. But I'm warning you, this is no good news," said Chichi with a cautious look.

"Ok, ok I don't care" Bulma rushed.

There was a pause.

"Bulma…I…um…there's…well.."

"What!" screamed an exasperated Bulma.

Chichi looked around the table. Everyone at the table had turned their attention to them, because by now, they all knew what was going on and knew it was not good. Even Vegita had turned to see what Bulma's reaction would be.

"Bbulma...he's…here…" said Chichi slowly.

"He? Who's he?" said Bulma with a feeling of foreboding.

"Your ex….Yamcha", finished Chichi with a sigh.

Bulma's face fell. Her color drained, and turned pale. Her face remained expressionless and then her eyes filled with hot liquid. She saw Vegita staring at her expectantly. She knew she couldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of Vegita. She was strong. But not strong enough. She got up and went to the bathroom. Once she was there, she cried and cried. She cried for the horrible news that had been given to her. She cried for the memories that had taken her so much to forget and that now rushed into her mind so quickly. She cried and cried and cried some more…for variety.

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Well, that was the first chapter. Please send some reviews!