A/n: Yep, Yep! This was the fanfic. I was telling you guys about! This is an average teen high school story. No Ritz.

Disclaimer: Don't own much of anything.

Don't Forget Me By Tomorrow

…….

So much for six months...

Bulma briefs bent down and pressed her fingertips against her boyfriends' neck… "ex-boyfriends neck' she mentally corrected herself.

His pulse thumped against her touch 'how about that?' she scoffed, 'out cold.' Bulma knocked the son-of-a-bitch out. Yahmchas slow motion fall backwards into his moms' wooden table made thousands of wooden shreds glitter around him. His head made the most amazing thud. She laughed coldly. She was almost as stunned as he was. Almost. Kind of. Ok Not really.

She touched her bleeding lip where Yahmcha slapped her. Her punch came following. It was an act of self defense. Yeah, that is what she would tell the police if he decides to call. Which she highly doubted.

Yahmcha must of forgotten that she was left handed, when she thrown a left hook, which was funny because Yahmcha seemed to be so aware of details.

Yahmcha claimed be sick, and that is why he couldn't make their six month anniversary, and being the sweet, caring, girlfriend that she is. She decided to pay him a visit. His dense mom gladly let her in.

"I'm going to the drug store." His mom slurred while Bulma walked in and she walked out. his mom was a born wino so she wouldn't have any trouble driving down the street. She could do with ease, like she was sober.

Bulma was all at ease and calm, but that was before she found Yahmcha with one of the skanky cheerleaders on the couch having a hot little make out session. Leave it to her to be a good girlfriend and see if he was ok. She felt hot anger rise up inside her. She had trusted Yahmcha. He was the one the one who made her secure.

Once Yahmchas hand came in contact with her cheek, Bulma had known the truth. She had been taken by a very talented actor.

A faint moaning came out of Yahmcha, and Bulma gave him a swift kick in his abdomen. "Stop!" he cried. When she heard his voice it triggered her into action. He would probably be hotly pissed when he came to all the way, so she ran. "Peace out!" she yelled, jumping over Yahmcha's crumbled body to the door.

She kept running until she reached her car. She sat behind her steering wheel and squealed in happiness. She beat the shit out of Yahmcha. Time for the victory music. The Smiths seemed to work at the time. She tapped her hands against her steering wheel, and made her get away home.

No matter how happy she was he still evaded her mind. Damn him! He had to mess up her good day. He claimed to love her. Then why would he hurt her. Yahmcha partly broke her heart in two.

"Six months of nothing!" she yelled to no one in particular, rummaging through her glove compartment to find her pack of cigarettes to put one of the cancer sticks into her mouth. Once she lighted it she inhaled deeply, while racking her fingers through her long blue hair. Out of frustration she guessed…

…….

She was drawn by the grandfather clock, the mesmerizing tone, the golden numbers… She followed the minute hand make its way around the clock for the second time. Bulma has been sitting on the couch for awhile, she couldn't think of anything better to do at the time. Why should she brainwash herself with reality television?

She had an idea. Bulma mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner .Duh! ChiChi.

"I should call her!" she told herself and scooted to the other side of the couch and reached for the phone. Bulma lifted the phone off the receiver, and put the phone back down gently, and rested her hands on her lap. "I don't remember it!" she whined reviewing random numbers in her head. She had it! Bulma quickly picked up the phone and dialed before the numbers slipped her mind again.

After a couple of rings someone answer on the other line.

"Chi?" Bulma guessed before anyone could say anything.

"Oh no… I'll go get her." ChiChi's dad laughed at her, and she slapped her hand against her forehead. She couldn't help, but laugh at herself too.

The phone rustled on the other line. "Hello?" ChiChi's strong voice came on the other line.

"Hey Chi!" Bulma responded. Her laughter has settled before ChiChi actually picked up the phone. "Are you allowed to hang?"

"Yeah! Of course. do you mind coming over here?

Oh no. No prob. I'll be there in a little bit."

Ok. Bye love."

"Bye"

ChiChi rang off and Bulma did also seconds after.

Bulma jumped up, arms stretched then she looked down and grimaced. She was wearing the same pajamas from 3 days ago. "ok shower" she ran up the stairs two at a time, and ran directly into her bathroom.

Ten minutes later she emerged from the shower and went straight to her mirror to put her hair into a messy bun and apply her eye liner. Bulma jogged in her room and into her closet ,and walked out wearing a black hoody, with torn jeans and kicks.

The blued haired girl ran down the stairs and grabbed her keys on the way. "Bye mom! I'm going to ChiChi's."

"Be-" Bulma closed the door before her mom could finish. Her and her mom really didn't get along too well. Mostly because her mom was so into her self that she forgot that she had a daughter and a husband. She was so into the health care stuff to make her feel younger. Like her husband cared. He is twenty years older then her. Bulma's mom haven't worked a day in her life. Which was a result her dad to stay in the lab for days sometimes weeks without her seeing her face. Bulma wished that her mom would sooner or later get the idea that she wasn't the only one living in the house

Bulma continued her pace to her voltz-wagon beetle and turned the keys in the ignition. An adjustment to her radio and she was headed to ChiChi's house. She sang to the rhythmic sounds of Robert Smith all the way down.

Bulma pulled next to ChiChi's house and turned off the car, and lighted another cigarette. 'To calm my nerves. ' She opened the door and sat there with the stick resting between her fingertips. She hasn't told her best friend in the world what happened between her and Yahmcha. They have known each other since the beginning of time.

They did practically did everything together; ruled the school. Got shitty jobs, partied, and met the perfect guy. Ha! The perfect guy. Chichi had met her perfect guy and now she is married to hers, and he is living with her and her dad now since he didn't have much of a family of his own. They were married since the middle of summer break and now she is a month and 16 days pregnant.

The couple been crushing on each other since middle school and when they were freshman's in high school Goku got the courage to ask ChChi to be his girlfriend. They been together since then, and Bulma still thinks they are the cutest couple that ever walked the earth.

ChiChi found her prince and Bulma found herself a frog. Yahmcha. She nearly gagged thinking of is name. She thought he was perfect in the beginning, but nothing really lasted with Bulma.

She walked over to the door step and rang the door bell once and waited.

"Hey B!" ChiChi smiled opening the door to her best friend. Then she started to frown.

"You know I accepted that you smoke, but can you at least try to stop?"

"I been trying since I was thirteen, my dear." Bulma said in her posh voice, looking over ChiChi's shoulder to see the usual: Goku, Krillen, 18, Yahmcha, and this other guy with the most piercing eyes that it made her knees go weak. Yet he had the most dismissal attire… Wait! Yahmcha she did a double take on the people and realized that damn it was him.

Bulmas' eyes narrowed at ChiChi, "What is he doing here?"

"He who?" ChiChi questioned looking back into her house.

"Yahmcha!" She said loudly enough that his head shot up to look directly at her. His face paled to match the shirt that he was wearing. It has highly animated that Bulma let out a slight snicker. "Didn't think that you would see me this soon did you?"

"Go to Hell!" he growled, trying to summon up what modesty he lost with the most pathetic look she has ever saw in her life

"Hey! Want a soda or something? I'm going to the kitchen." Krillen announced standing up with 18 in his grasp. Trouble was soon to come. Bulma walked past ChiChi.

The blue haired beauty ignored him, "Only if you join me on the way down!" She spat, inching closer and closer to Yahmcha while he scooted more to the end of the couch.

"What's going on?" ChiChi and Goku asked, almost in unison.

"Oh… He didn't tell you?" She whispered, inches from her ex- boyfriends' face. "I'm dieing to know why not."

"What the hell is happening? Vegeta growled to no one in particular.

"You'll soon find out" her voice still soft. She touched his cheek gently and Yahmcha flinched so hard that he slid off the edge of the couch, and Bulma quickly put her knee to his chest." Are you going to tell them, dear? "

He was silent.

Provoked, Bulma pushed down with her weight on her knee, making him gasp.

"I think that it's best that you leave, Yahmcha. I don't know what you did to Bulma, but I am sure she'll tell us." ChiChi said nonchalantly leaning on the open door frame.

Bulma sat back on her heels and gave ChiChi a slight smile, and she nodded back.

Yahmacha made his way to the door, not even sparing the people in the room any glace. His future was looking pretty bad right now. When He walked out of the door everyone began their small chat.

"So what was up with that?" Krillen asked walking back the room with Yahmcha close behind.

"Yeah. I think we are all wondering." 18 asked while sipping her soda.

"Oh we broke up four days ago because I caught him with that cheerleader Danielle. When she left he hit me because he must've been mad that he been caught, and I knocked him out and ran." she said simply then turned to Krillen,"where is my soda?"

"Ok. I was meaning to mention those four days. You didn't even try to call any of us! Did you?" ChiChi said, not even showing to be surprised about Bulma's short story.

"I'm sorry Chi. I'll never do that again. I promise."

As if he just remembered Goku snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah… Bulma this is Vegeta. You remember him right? From me and Chi's wedding"

They both gave each other a slight nod, but Bulma couldn't help, but do a little more. He was a pretty little specimen. His hair was a beautiful black color that stood straight up something different. And he had a body that could make Greek gods jealous. She must've been eating up with his eyes because the right corner of his moth turned up to a smirk.

Bulma rolled her eyes. She wouldn't like him. This man looked like he had a reputation, and she would soon find out about it.

She did remember him. She was introduced to him at the wedding, and thought he was beautiful, but she was still with Yahmcha so she didn't pay him too much attention. Why should she have? She was with Yahmcha, and the way Vegeta looks, he was probably with a couple of girls too.

"So what are you going to do now?" Goku asked, actually curious of what the blue haired genius was scemming of.

"Hmm… I was thinking of jumping Brittany when we get back to school, and keying Yahmcha's car."

" That's crazy, woman." Vegeta laughed. Crossing his arms tightly against his chest.

"I don't think of it as crazy. I think of it as sweet revenge that needs to be done before I can go on to bigger and better things." She said smartly to Vegeta, giving his him a fake smile.

"I can't believe we are going back to school tomorrow." ChiChi said her voice was some what sad. She reached Goku in the recliner chair and sat on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to rock gently in the chair.

"It'll be fine, Chi" Goku said softly kissing the back of her neck.

Bulma couldn't help but smile. She only wished that she could have something as special as them two. Maybe one day she would find someone who would complete her and make her feel… Wanted. She found herself staring at Vegeta again, and couldn't help but see him as hers. No! She mentally slapped herself. She wouldn't think that right now, maybe never. He wasn't her type. She knew just by looking into his eyes, but who knew what fate would bring her…

……

This is the end. Of this first chappie! Not very much went on, but I promise that it would get better! Hope the people who read it enjoyed it. Please review! If people review I promise to write faster and more sooner! Mucho love.

A/n: Yep, Yep! This was the fanfic. I was telling you guys about! This is an average teen high school story. No Ritz.

Disclaimer: Don't own much of anything.

Don't Forget Me By Tomorrow

…….

So much for their anniversary.

Bulma briefs bent down and pressed her fingertips against her boyfriends' neck… "ex-boyfriends neck' she mentally corrected herself.

His pulse thumped against her touch 'how about that?' she scoffed, 'out cold.' Bulma knocked the son-of-a-bitch out. Yahmchas slow motion fall backwards into his moms' wooden table made thousands of wooden shreds glitter around him. His head made the most amazing thud. She laughed coldly. She was almost as stunned as he was. Almost. Kind of. Ok Not really.

She touched her bleeding lip where Yahmcha slapped her. Her punch came following. It was an act of self defense. Yeah, that is what she would tell the police if he decides to call. Which she highly doubted.

Yahmcha must of forgotten that she was left handed, when she thrown a left hook, which was funny because Yahmcha seemed to be so aware of details.

Yahmcha claimed be sick, and that is why he couldn't make their six month anniversary, and being the sweet, caring, girlfriend that she is. She decided to pay him a visit. His dense mom gladly let her in.

"I'm going to the drug store." His mom slurred while Bulma walked in and she walked out. his mom was a born wino so she wouldn't have any trouble driving down the street. She could do with ease, like she was sober.

Bulma was all at ease and calm, but that was before she found Yahmcha with one of the skanky cheerleaders on the couch having a hot little make out session. Leave it to her to be a good girlfriend and see if he was ok. She felt hot anger rise up inside her. She had trusted Yahmcha. He was the one the one who made her secure.

Once Yahmchas hand came in contact with her cheek, Bulma had known the truth. She had been taken by a very talented con man.

A faint moaning came out of Yahmcha, and Bulma gave him a swift kick in his abdomen. "Stop!" he cried. When she heard his voice it triggered her into action. He would probably be hotly pissed when he came to all the way, so she ran. "Peace out!" she yelled, jumping over Yahmcha's crumbled body to the door.

She kept running until she reached her car. She sat behind her steering wheel and squealed in happiness. She beat the shit out of Yahmcha. Time for the victory music. The Smiths seemed to work at the time. She tapped her hands against her steering wheel, and made her get away home.

No matter how happy she was he still evaded her mind. Damn him! He had to mess up her good day. He claimed to love her. Then why would he hurt her. Yahmcha partly broke her heart in two.

"Six months of nothing!" she yelled to no one in particular, rummaging through her glove compartment to find her pack of cigarettes to put one of the cancer sticks into her mouth. Once she lighted it she inhaled deeply, while racking her fingers through her long blue hair. Out of frustration she guessed…

…….

She was drawn by the grandfather clock, the mesmerizing tone, the golden numbers… She followed the minute hand make its way around the clock for the second time. Bulma has been sitting on the couch for awhile, she couldn't think of anything better to do at the time. Why should she brainwash herself with reality television?

She had an idea. Bulma mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner .Duh! ChiChi.

"I should call her!" she told herself and scooted to the other side of the couch and reached for the phone. Bulma lifted the phone off the receiver, and put the phone back down gently, and rested her hands on her lap. "I don't remember it!" she whined reviewing random numbers in her head. She had it! Bulma quickly picked up the phone and dialed before the numbers slipped her mind again.

After a couple of rings someone answer on the other line.

"Chi?" Bulma guessed before anyone could say anything.

"Oh no… I'll go get her." ChiChi's dad laughed at her, and she slapped her hand against her forehead. She couldn't help, but laugh at herself too.

The phone rustled on the other line. "Hello?" ChiChi's strong voice came on the other line.

"Hey Chi!" Bulma responded. Her laughter has settled before ChiChi actually picked up the phone. "Are you allowed to hang?"

"Yeah! Of course. do you mind coming over here?

Oh no. No prob. I'll be there in a little bit."

Ok. Bye love."

"Bye"

ChiChi rang off and Bulma did also seconds after.

Bulma jumped up, arms stretched then she looked down and grimaced. She was wearing the same pajamas from 3 days ago. "ok shower" she ran up the stairs two at a time, and ran directly into her bathroom.

Ten minutes later she emerged from the shower and went straight to her mirror to put her hair into a messy bun and apply her eye liner. Bulma jogged in her room and into her closet ,and walked out wearing a black hoody, with torn jeans and kicks.

The blued haired girl ran down the stairs and grabbed her keys on the way. "Bye mom! I'm going to ChiChi's."

"Be-" Bulma closed the door before her mom could finish. Her and her mom really didn't get along too well. Mostly because her mom was so into her self that she forgot that she had a daughter and a husband. She was so into the health care stuff to make her feel younger. Like her husband cared. He is twenty years older then her. Bulma's mom haven't worked a day in her life. Which was a result her dad to stay in the lab for days sometimes weeks without her seeing her face. Bulma wished that her mom would sooner or later get the idea that she wasn't the only one living in the house

Bulma continued her pace to her voltz-wagon beetle and turned the keys in the ignition. An adjustment to her radio and she was headed to ChiChi's house. She sang to the rhythmic sounds of Robert Smith all the way down.

Bulma pulled next to ChiChi's house and turned off the car, and lighted another cigarette. 'To calm my nerves. ' She opened the door and sat there with the stick resting between her fingertips. She hasn't told her best friend in the world what happened between her and Yahmcha. They have known each other since the beginning of time.

They did practically did everything together; ruled the school. Got shitty jobs, partied, and met the perfect guy. Ha! The perfect guy. Chichi had met her perfect guy and now she is married to hers, and he is living with her and her dad now since he didn't have much of a family of his own. They were married since the middle of summer break and now she is a month and 16 days pregnant.

The couple been crushing on each other since middle school and when they were freshman's in high school Goku got the courage to ask ChChi to be his girlfriend. They been together since then, and Bulma still thinks they are the cutest couple that ever walked the earth.

ChiChi found her prince and Bulma found herself a frog. Yahmcha. She nearly gagged thinking of is name. She thought he was perfect in the beginning, but nothing really lasted with Bulma.

She walked over to the door step and rang the door bell once and waited.

"Hey B!" ChiChi smiled opening the door to her best friend. Then she started to frown.

"You know I accepted that you smoke, but can you at least try to stop?"

"I been trying since I was thirteen, my dear." Bulma said in her posh voice, looking over ChiChi's shoulder to see the usual: Goku, Krillen, 18, Yahmcha, and this other guy with the most piercing eyes that it made her knees go weak. Yet he had the most dismissal attire… Wait! Yahmcha she did a double take on the people and realized that damn it was him.

Bulmas' eyes narrowed at ChiChi, "What is he doing here?"

"He who?" ChiChi questioned looking back into her house.

"Yahmcha!" She said loudly enough that his head shot up to look directly at her. His face paled to match the shirt that he was wearing. It has highly animated that Bulma let out a slight snicker. "Didn't think that you would see me this soon did you?"

"Go to Hell!" he growled, trying to summon up what modesty he lost with the most pathetic look she has ever saw in her life

"Hey! Want a soda or something? I'm going to the kitchen." Krillen announced standing up with 18 in his grasp. Trouble was soon to come. Bulma walked past ChiChi.

The blue haired beauty ignored him, "Only if you join me on the way down!" She spat, inching closer and closer to Yahmcha while he scooted more to the end of the couch.

"What's going on?" ChiChi and Goku asked, almost in unison.

"Oh… He didn't tell you?" She whispered, inches from her ex- boyfriends' face. "I'm dieing to know why not."

"What the hell is happening? Vegeta growled to no one in particular.

"You'll soon find out" her voice still soft. She touched his cheek gently and Yahmcha flinched so hard that he slid off the edge of the couch, and Bulma quickly put her knee to his chest." Are you going to tell them, dear? "

He was silent.

Provoked, Bulma pushed down with her weight on her knee, making him gasp.

"I think that it's best that you leave, Yahmcha. I don't know what you did to Bulma, but I am sure she'll tell us." ChiChi said nonchalantly leaning on the open door frame.

Bulma sat back on her heels and gave ChiChi a slight smile, and she nodded back.

Yahmacha made his way to the door, not even sparing the people in the room any glace. His future was looking pretty bad right now. When He walked out of the door everyone began their small chat.

"So what was up with that?" Krillen asked walking back the room with Yahmcha close behind.

"Yeah. I think we are all wondering." 18 asked while sipping her soda.

"Oh we broke up four days ago because I caught him with that cheerleader Danielle. When she left he hit me because he must've been mad that he been caught, and I knocked him out and ran." she said simply then turned to Krillen,"where is my soda?"

"Ok. I was meaning to mention those four days. You didn't even try to call any of us! Did you?" ChiChi said, not even showing to be surprised about Bulma's short story.

"I'm sorry Chi. I'll never do that again. I promise."

As if he just remembered Goku snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah… Bulma this is Vegeta. You remember him right? From me and Chi's wedding"

They both gave each other a slight nod, but Bulma couldn't help, but do a little more. He was a pretty little specimen. His hair was a beautiful black color that stood straight up something different. And he had a body that could make Greek gods jealous. She must've been eating up with his eyes because the right corner of his moth turned up to a smirk.

Bulma rolled her eyes. She wouldn't like him. This man looked like he had a reputation, and she would soon find out about it.

She did remember him. She was introduced to him at the wedding, and thought he was beautiful, but she was still with Yahmcha so she didn't pay him too much attention. Why should she have? She was with Yahmcha, and the way Vegeta looks, he was probably with a couple of girls too.

"So what are you going to do now?" Goku asked, actually curious of what the blue haired genius was scemming of.

"Hmm… I was thinking of jumping Brittany when we get back to school, and keying Yahmcha's car."

" That's crazy, woman." Vegeta laughed. Crossing his arms tightly against his chest.

"I don't think of it as crazy. I think of it as sweet revenge that needs to be done before I can go on to bigger and better things." She said smartly to Vegeta, giving his him a fake smile.

"I can't believe we are going back to school tomorrow." ChiChi said her voice was some what sad. She reached Goku in the recliner chair and sat on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to rock gently in the chair.

"It'll be fine, Chi" Goku said softly kissing the back of her neck.

Bulma couldn't help but smile. She only wished that she could have something as special as them two. Maybe one day she would find someone who would complete her and make her feel… Wanted. She found herself staring at Vegeta again, and couldn't help but see him as hers. No! She mentally slapped herself. She wouldn't think that right now, maybe never. He wasn't her type. She knew just by looking into his eyes, but who knew what fate would bring her…

……

This is the end. Of this first chappie! Not very much went on, but I promise that it would get better! Hope the people who read it enjoyed it. Please review! If people review I promise to write faster and more sooner! Mucho love.