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Bulma blinked down at the countertop as she was greeted by only an address on the other end of the line. She hurriedly scribbled it in the margin of the newspaper, "But wait -" she began, trying to ask the man why he had just given her an address, but she was interrupted by a 'click'. "Oh, this is off to a great start!" she hissed, pulling the phone from her ear and looking down at the screen. She watched as the screen blinked 'end call' and sighed, bringing up her call history and storing it under "Roommate 1" in her contacts. Sliding from her seat with the assistance of her jeans, she groaned as her socked feet hit the floor, "Guess I've got some work to do..."

Walking to her bedroom, she began to pull all the contents from her closet, tossing the garments on the bed. Crossing her arms over her chest in frustration, she looked the pile over. "Most of these I wont wear anymore... I don't have anywhere to wear a wardrobe filled with suits..." she thought, beginning to pull her past work clothes from their hangers and toss them into a box. At this point she was too pissed off to care whether the clothes were being stored folded or not.

When she could finally see the blankets on her bed again, about an hour and a half had passed. She kept one formal dress in the closet, along with a black suit jacket and skirt with pale pink pinstripes. The rest of her clothes consisted of jeans, t-shirts and the occasional sweater. She also sat aside a pair of black pumps, a couple of pairs of thigh high stockings, all of her undergarments and other unmentionables, and her tall boots and sneakers. Wiping a brow and surveying her work, she turned and made her way toward the master bathroom, shedding her dirty clothes as she walked.

Her alarm blared from the bedside table bright and early. She glanced at the red numbers on her alarm clock. 6am. Sitting up and hitting the 'off' button, her room fell eerily quiet. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and ran her fingers through her messy blue bedhead, before forcing her feet to swing over the side of the mattress. "Gotta get up... More shit to pack up... And I have to meet that guy at his place at 2 o' clock... Hopefully he's... Normal."

Her mind raced as she threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, sliding a hoodie overtop and adjusting the hood and strings in her full-length mirror. She tousled her hair a bit, not really caring to style it. She sat on the bed once more to pull on some socks, glancing up as her phone next to the alarm clock rang. She blinked and grabbed it, eyeing the screen.

She tapped the "accept" button on her screen and brought it up to her ear, exiting her room while doing so. "Hey Chich," she said calmly.

"Oh, Bulma! So glad I caught you!" the brunette sang on the other end.

Flopping on to her couch, the bluehead wondered why Chichi would bother wasting her time to call if she thought there was a chance she wouldn't be there. She simply shook her head a little and replied, "What's up?"

"I was just calling to see if you, uh..."

Bulma heard a pause on the other end of the line, followed by the shuffling of clothing and slippered feet. No doubt her friends attempt to not be heard by her "other half". "I was just calling to see if you called that posted that ad you saw in the paper yesterday!"

"Yeah, I did actually... All I got was an address... Not a hello or goodbye or anything!" she huffed. "Can you believe that?! The nerve..." she finished, realizing she had ranted. "Anyway, I have an appointment to go over there at 2 today..."

"Oh! Great! How about we meet at the café afterwards? So you can tell me everything about it!"

"Yeah, sounds great, Chichi. I'll meet you there after I'm done. Say... 3pm?"

As they finalized their plans and hung up, Bulma chuckled to herself and shook her head. This was Chichi's "innocent" way of sticking her nose in someone elses business. Though, she had learned to deal with it, and the fact that her friend always acted so motherly to everyone. She honestly would have called her to tell her what happened afterward anyway, might as well just meet in person.


The rest of the morning went on without a hitch, as she slowly began to gather up more of her belongings. She pulled books down from their shelves and placed them in a box, stacking them as closely together as she could to not waste space. She pushed the box of books along the carpet and sat it next to the one that contained her clothes, that was now sitting next to the door. Her shoes were boxed up as well, and everything else was separated into piles of things she would take with her to her new place, and things she would take to her parents to store.

She glanced at the clock that hung on the wall to her right, "1pm... I'd better go get dressed and ready to go meet this guy..." She pushed herself up from the floor and walked back to her disheveled bedroom, grabbing a nice sweater from the pile of clothes on her bed. She pulled the hoodie and t-shirt from her frame and tossed them next to the bathroom door, replacing them with the sweater. She went to the bathroom, ran a brush through her hair, dabbed on some perfume and a natural-looking amount of makeup and headed for the door. She grabbed her bag from the counter and slid on the boots she had worn at her and Chichi's meeting the day earlier. "Okay..." she took in a deep breath, opening the door.

Having the address memorized, she stepped off the elevator of her apartment building and smiled at the doorman as he opened the door for her on her way out. "Thank you, Patrick." she said kindly, receiving a nod and tip of the hat as a reply.

Thankfully the property wasn't too far from her own, so she didn't have to waste money on a cab. She found herself to be much more money-conscious these days, for obvious reasons. Although she still had enough funds to feed herself for the next few months, as well as pay for a modest rent and utilities bill, it wouldn't last forever. She felt more determined than ever to find a job that suited her. She had one of the greatest minds on Earth, someone had to be in need of her skills!

She turned the corner, now on the street that her soon-to-be appartement resided on. "I hope." she thought, making her way as quickly as possible, not wanting to be late.

Her eyes fell on a red door, the building number 763 matched the number she had scrawled the night before. "This is it..." she said, beginning to ascent the four-tiered stoop. She brought up her hand and gave the door a couple of firm raps, startled as the door opened almost immediately after.