Hello there. I wrote this 9-part story about 2 years ago when I was 13. There were SO many grammar mistakes that I thought I would clean it up a bit and re-post it. When I first put this story up many people were commenting on my grammar mistakes, and I didn't really take it well (understatement). I posted little author notes fighting back against the comments, and I got mixed reviews about them. I wasn't going to finish the story, but I just decided to get it over with and deleted the author's notes, too. So long story short, if any of you are one of those people who read this story when I first put it out there, I'm sorry. I'm sure there's still many grammar mistakes, and it really isn't the best thing I've written, but I felt the need to re-post. Annnyyywaaaayyyy...enjoy(:

Day 1

BPOV

*Ring ring*

"Shut up."

*Ring ring*

"Go away."

*Ring ring*

"Fine!" I got up from my bed, nearly falling over from sleepiness, and walked over to my cherry red phone. Usually I answer with a very sweet 'hello?', but today was a different story, God help whoever was on the other line. "Is there a reason for disturbing my beauty sleep?"

"Well, with the way you look, I'd say you have been disrupted many times before this." Vegeta; the arrogant bastard who has been my best friend ever since first grade. We were both new to school and just happened to be going into the same playhouse to hide out at recess. I had sneaked crackers from snack and we shared. We have been inseparable ever since.

"Oh, haha, Vegeta," I said in an annoyed voice, sarcastically laughing into the phone, "What do you want?"

"Well someone forgot to take their happy pills this morning," He snickered. Vegeta never really cared. He was just being...Vegeta.

"Its not even morning yet!"

"Its 6 am, Woman." God I hated that nickname he had for me. Actually it really wasn't a nickname, he was just telling me what gender I was all the time.

"Yeah, that's not morning. All of the hours between 12 am and 7 am were just created so that there wouldn't be a giant gap from when people go to sleep and when they wake up. They shouldn't even be real," My logic on the matter definitely wasn't award winning, but it was 6 am.

"Then how do you explain me being up every morning at this time?"

"You're obviously just a weird creature. Was there a reason why you called anyway?"

"Nope, just wanted to wake you up. Have a good morning!" He snickered again and hung up. I looked at the clock, and good God... it was 6:12.

NOPOV (no one's point of view)

Bulma slammed the phone down and walked back to her bed. She shut her eyes and lied there a whole 10 minutes before coming to the conclusion that she wasn't going be able to get back to sleep. She got up once again, and got ready for school. This consisted of standing in front of her closet for 5 minutes before deciding what to wear, a 20 minute shower of twirling in the hot water, and whatever else it took to make herself feel 'presentable'. About 40 minutes later, she was sitting downstairs on the couch waiting for the clock to strike 8:00 so she could go to school. Suddenly she heard soft, little footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Good morning dear! I figured that since you woke up early you would want breakfast early." Bunny, Bulma's mother, said as she walked to the kitchen and started getting out ingredients for a pancake breakfast.

"Thanks mom. Vegeta called and woke me up at 6. Jackass." She mumbled the last word to herself.

"You mean that cutie best friend of yours? How sweet of him to give you a wake-up call!"

"Sweet my ass. He just did it to irritate me."

"You know, when boys pick on girls it means they like them."

"Mom, you told me that when I was in 3rd grade about that guy David. Remember when I totally put myself out there and he called me a spoiled brat? Talk about a confidence booster."

"And what did Vegeta do when he found out about him calling you a name?"

"...He beat the crap out of David, but that's not the point! Vegeta only did that because we're best friends. Besides, he would never like me." Bulma looked down to the floor.

"Do you want Vegeta to like you?" Mrs. Briefs raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter if I do or don't. He never would."

"You don't know that, sweetie. He could be over at his house right now trying to build up the confidence to ask you out."

"I'd bet money against that."

"Fine. 10 dollars says that he'll ask you to prom."

"Make it 20." Bulma smile triumphantly.

"Deal." Mrs. Briefs smiled back. She turned back to the stove and began to make breakfast.

It was 7:50 am. and Bulma was looking over her homework once more while thinking about the deal she had made with her mother. The prom was 3 days away. He wouldn't ask her out, right?

She was about to leave for school when she heard a honk outside. When she opened the door she saw a smirking Vegeta standing next to his car, "I figured I'd drive you to school since I so 'rudely' woke you up this morning." He said, using air quotes for the word rudely.

"And what makes you think that spending 10 minutes in a car with you will pay for me being woken up early?"

"Because I'm so irresistible." He smirked again and got into the car.

"I can't argue with that." Bulma said under her breath and walked over to the car.

BPOV

"So you're saying that she didn't make the cheer squad?" I asked again, it just didn't seem real that Jackie Dawson wouldn't make the squad.

Jackie Dawson was one of the prettiest, talented, and most hardworking people in our grade. I make it sound like I'm in love with her right? Wrong; I despise her. Little miss perfect thinks she can get any guy she wants. And don't think I'm jealous because that thing hit on Vegeta the other day.

"For the last time, yes! The captain thought she was too...bitchy." Chi Chi said. Chi became one of my best girlfriends at the beginning of 5th grade. Once I started to get into the whole 'boys, makeup, kissing, OH MY' thing, Chi Chi and I clicked.

"Aren't we all?" I smiled at Chi Chi. It was true, most of the cheerleaders were bitches. When a group of girls become the symbol for a whole school, it's hard not to start feeling like you're amazing. And with that comes an attitude. Especially when idiot guys think they can get you just by slapping your ass.

~FLASHBACK~ (NOPOV)

"Hey babe." Yamcha left his group of guy friends to come up behind the Blue Beauty and slapped her on her butt.

"Excuse me Yamcha, not only will I never be you 'babe' but you will never be allowed to touch my butt, now get your hands off me!"

"Ooooh. Feisty and in denial. I bet we could have a lot of fun, babe." He laughed and looked back at his friends to make sure they were watching.

"And I bet you didn't get enough oxygen at birth," Bulma turned to face Yamcha and glared.

From behind Yamcha, his friends started to laugh. "Who do you think you are?" Yamcha spat at me, his face turning red from the embarrassment of rejection.

"Hi, I'm a human being. What are you?" Bulma crossed her arms.

"What a bitch," Yamcha glared back, but soon his eyes started to widen as his attention turned to a guy walking up from behind Bulma.

"Be gone with you." Vegeta growled, sending Yamcha walking quickly back to his group where he was greeted with laughs.

~END OF FLASHBACK~ (BPOV)

"Bulma? Are you listening to me?" Chi Chi asked while waving a hand in front of my face.

"Of course I am," I said once I figured out where I was.

"Good, so do you want to sign up?"

"For what?"

"I knew it, you weren't listening." She sighed, "For the prom. They need extra help with setting up and decorating."

"I can't, my parents are going on their 2nd honeymoon and I want to spend as much time with them as I can before they leave." As soon as the lie passed my lips, I felt bad. Why was I lying to my best friend? Oh right, I hate any kind of social activity. She'd understand.

"Isn't this, like, their 5th 2nd honeymoon?"

"You know my parents. They loooove each other."

"Well fine, but you owe me," She smiled.

"Definitely," I smiled back, "I must get home, but I'll call you later," I waved as I walked off, looking back to see Chi already focused on someone else: Goku.

Bulma's house (NOPOV)

"Hello Sweetie!" Bunny yelled from the kitchen, unaware that Bulma was standing right next to her.

"Mom, right here." Bulma said, making Bunny spin around, a huge smile never leaving her face.

"Sorry dear! How was school?" The smile got bigger as she set down a plate of cookies on the counter top.

"If what you really mean is 'Did Vegeta ask you out?' then no. No, he didn't."

"He will dear, don't worry. I'm always right." Her smile became so large that it was hard not to wonder if her face was constantly hurting from all of the smiling.

"Again, I remind you of David from 3rd game."

"Well, after that I was, and am, always right."

"It doesn't matter when you have been right mom. He will not ask me out." Bulma reached over to grab a cookie but her hand was slapped away before she could reach the sweet.

"These are for Vegeta."

"Vegeta?"

"Yes, I have a plan."

"Please don't tell me you're going to make me cross the street to his house and give then to him," Bulma whined.

"Do it. Tell him you made them."

"Why should I do that?"

"Because, he'll think that you're a great cook, and that will make him fall for you even sooner." She smiled again before picking up the plate and handing it to her only daughter.

"Why are you so stuck on getting us together?"

"Because, you two are cute together, and besides, 20 dollars in on the line. Now go." Bunny pushed Bulma out of the room and watched the teen walk towards the door. "And don't eat any of them." She said right before the door closed behind Bulma.

(BPOV)

"Seriously? I can't believe I'm going along with this!" I thought as I reached his door. I knocked once...twice, before the door opened.

"Hello dear!" Vegeta's mom said while smiling.

"Hello. Is Vegeta here?" I asked nervously."I'm carrying a random plate of cookies to a person who is known for making fun of people for things like this. Yay." I thought.

"Yes, just a minute; I'll go get him. Come in and sit down. They smell delicious by the way."

"You're welcome to have some." I smiled

"No thank you, Bulma. I'm waiting for supper." She smiled again before leaving the room to retrieve Vegeta.

I turned around and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. I don't know how many times I have looked at this old picture in a frame. It was a photo of me and Vegeta when we were younger. It was his 13th birthday party; The day we both had our first kiss...together.

We swore we would never talk about it again. Some kids were making fun of him because he still hadn't had his first kiss. He ran into his parent's bedroom to get away and I followed him in, exactly what you're supposed to do when you're the best friend. I confessed that I was first-kiss-less also, and then...we just wanted to get over with it. I never told him that it was the best kiss I have ever had.

"So my mom was right. There is some crazy lady in the living room holding a plate of cookies." I turned around to see a smirking Vegeta.

"Haha. My mom made these for you," No use in lying when I already knew he wouldn't believe that I cook.

"I always knew she liked me." He smirked again before taking a cookie.

"Can we talk?" I asked nervously. Stupid way to start out the conversation. Now he knows something's up.

"Only if you're not about to confess your love for me. If you were, I already know."

"In your dreams." I laughed, watching as a bit of hurt shot through Vegeta's eyes. It must have been my imagination.

"So whats up, woman?"

"I...are you...going to the.."

"The...?"

"Prom." I looked away again.

"Are you asking me to go, woman?"

"No of course not," There's that face again, "I mean, its guys choice."

"I wasn't planning on going." He moved towards the couch to sit down. I followed.

"If you were going, who would you ask? Just out of curiosity of course." I sat next to him. He looked at me weird before answering: "Whats up with you, woman?"

"Nothing at all. Just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Are you saying you answer is..bad?"

"No, just...yes, bad." He grabbed another cookie before I noticed I was still holding then. I set them on the coffee table.

"Who would you ask?" I was insanely curious. Even if it wasn't me, it was still a secret, and I needed to know."

"I can't tell you." He answered, his mouth stuffed with cookies.

"Why not?"

"Because you would freak out."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

"Does she go to our school?"

"Yup."

"Is she one of my friends."

He smirked, "I'd say so."

"ChiChi?" Vegeta laughed at her name, but for a split second there as a bit of panic in his eyes. Maybe it is her. ChiChi...?

"I think you need to go. Lots of homework." He never did homework.

"Yeah, of course. Bye Vegeta." I quickly got up, left his house, and walked towards mine.

ChiChi?

Since I'm just fixing my grammar, I'll try to update once a day. Please review if you'd like(: