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Alright chapter three.. Once again, sorry about length between updates.. Alright thank you my readers, special thanks to those of you who took the time to review! SS-Zerling, ForeVer-Vegeta's-12, Strawberryfeary, Lenk, Eismaus, Yomegagurl01, and Fire Kitten2! Thank you, enjoy, and have a great day!

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Chi Chi lead the two down to a parking garage, then stopped infront of a silver Range Rover. "Oh my God! I hate you!" Juu said as she began to examine the vehicle. "When did you get this?" She asked as she opened the passenger door to examine the leather interior.

Chi Chi shrugged as she climbed into the large vehicle. "About a week ago. Some company sponsering Goku's band gave it to him. He asked if I wanted it, because my old car was a piece of crap; so, I took it. I wanted the black one, but Vegeta was being a dick, so I got stuck with silver."

"What were the other colors?" Juu asked as Bulma shut her door, and Chi Chi started the engine.

"Umm well silver, black, and there were two tan colored ones. Silver and black were the best choices. The tan was ugly."

"I like tan," Juu said jokingly as Chi Chi whipped out onto the main street. Chi Chi then began to speed. She kept a constant seven miles above each speed limit. She cut people off, and because it was a type of SUV, each turn felt like if you didn't lean in the opposite direction then you would be kissing the pavement.

"No one likes tan Juu." Chi Chi said as she cut off a speeding Honda.

"So what songs do they sing?" Bulma asked as she tightened her seatbelt.

Chi Chi shrugged then flicked on the radio. "Flip through the stations and I'll tell you when I hear them."

Juu began to flip, "Don't you have a cd?"

"Well yea," Chi Chi said as she came to a halting stop infront of a red light. "But not in my car."

"What are some of the names of the songs? One of us might have heard them before," Bulma said as she leaned forward to rest her elbow on the armrest inbetween the front seats.

"Umm," Chi Chi began to giggle a bit as she tried to rack her mind for some song names. "I'm not sure the name, but it's sort of popular. It's like dunna nunana dun nuna nuna na na, you know?"

"No. We don't," Bulma said smiling at her 'nunaing' friend.

"Just shut up Bulma." Chi Chi said as she glared at her through the rearview mirror.

"Oh yeaaaa I know what song your talking about!" Juu said breaking the moments silence. Bulma quirked an eyebrow as Juu continued. "It has a lot of guitar, and it's like teenager something!"

"Yea!" Chi Chi said.

Bulma shook her head and stared out the window as her two friends discussed 'dunna na's.' She sank back into the leather interior of Chi Chi's Range Rover. An almost sinking feeling overcame her as the sight of a brand new stadium came into view. As she watched it near, she still couldn't stop the small smile that crept over her lips.

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"It was raining that night," Bulma explained with brimming tears. She was sitting in the limo with Chi Chi. "I should have gone that night." Bulma then began to let hot tears fall. A familiar chill ran down her spine. Hopelessness.

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"Weeeeee'rrrreee heeerrreee!" Chi Chi chimed as she opened a double door to reveal a room with a couple couches, a T.V, a table, and a bar area that had a spread of different foods. Also in the room were four men. Three with black hair, one with a baseball cap. They were seated at the table, but now they were standing to greet their visitors.

"You're shitting me," Bulma mummured hardly audible, as she realized that they were the same four from McDonalds. Bulma could now examine them fully. The one in the baseball hat was Krillen. Same slightly taller than her, bald, Krillen she use to know and love. She then looked at the nameless one in the red long sleeve T- shirt. He had brown eyes and dark, spikey hair. He was an average height, and had a scar over his right eye, and an 'x' shaped scar on his left cheek. Bulma thought he was pretty hansome. Next to him was the one in dark blue. He had more wild looking hair, and a happy grin on his face. By the way Chi Chi was clinging to him, Bulma figured he must be Goku. Finally there was Vegeta. The smoker. His hair was still an ebony flame, he still had a glassy blue eye. His right eye, which he had always called his 'Bowie mark'. (A/N: Get it? Bowie mark? Beauty mark? No? Well, then you're gay and you don't know enough about David Bowie.. ahaha.. please continue..) He was still maybe six inches taller than her, and he held the same scowl that's always playing on his lips.

"'Kay you guys," Chi Chi said as she turned to Juu and Bulma who were still sort of standing there. "This is Goku, and-"

"Bulma?" Krillen asked as he approached her. Bulma smiled as she nodded and they hugged. "Wow, you haven't changed at all."

Bulma continued to smile and nodded again, "Yea, niether have you, you look almost exactly the same."

Krillen laughed and blushed a bit. "Yea,-"

"What are you talking about woman?" Vegeta's rough voice asked as he approached the two with a smirk. "Of course he's changed," Vegeta then grinned as he removed Krillen's baseball cap to reveal some patches of hair, looking closly the patches formed a dyed black 'S'. Krillen began to reach, and try to wrestle his hat back from Vegeta, as Vegeta said, "He's been using that Bosley shit, now he has strip of hair in the shape of an 'S'." Vegeta then began to cackle as Krillen ripped the hat from Vegeta's grip and put it back on his head.

"The only reason it's in an 'S' is because Vegeta was a dick and fucked with the gel while I was sleeping.." Krillen muttered as he adjusted the cap over his head.

Vegeta smirked over at Bulma. His eyes had thick black eye liner darkening them. His eyes were tinged red, bloodshot. He was still wearing his black button up, with the top button unbuttoned. Bulma smiled when he approached her and they hugged. An odd smell filled her nose while he was close. "It's been awhile," he said as he stepped back.

"Yea, it has." Bulma answered as she stared into his unmatching eyes. The thick black eye liner made his blue eye look a brighter light blue.

"Well you guys, since you three already know eachother im going to introduce Juu," As Chi Chi said this it brought the two out of their trance like state. "Kay," Chi Chi gestured to Goku, "Juu, Goku. Goku, Juu." Both Juu and Goku then exchanged a nod of the head and a 'hi'. Chi Chi then moved towards the one with scars and a red long sleeve T-shirt on. "Juu, Yamcha. Yamcha, Juu." As before they shared a nod and 'hi'. She walked over to Krillen, "This is Krillen, Juu. Krillen this is Juu." They nodded and said 'hi'. "And this is Vegeta. Vegeta this is Juu."

"I could have never guess that one," Vegeta said sarcastically.

Juu smiled a bit on the uncomftable side as Vegeta patted her shoulder before walking to the table, and plopped down infront of a plate of food. Bulma watched him with a frown.

Chi Chi rolled her eyes and turned to ignore Vegeta, "And this is Bulma you guys."

Bulma stopped watching Vegeta when she heard her name, and forced her frown into a weak smile. "Nice to meet you." The two nodded their heads in response.

"You guys can help yourself," Goku said as he sat to start shoveling food. Chi Chi grabbed a slice of pizza off of his plate and sat in the chair next to him.

Bulma watched as Juu and Krillen went to the table to grab some food. Bulma wasn't hungry. She decieded to sit across from Vegeta, next to Chi Chi. "Aren't you hungry?" Vegeta asked her as he looked up into her eyes. His eyes read hers.

"No, not really."

"Hmph," he grunted in a way, showing he didn't believe her. "So how's college going for you ingenious fem." He then began to chuckle to himself, but still waited for her reply.

"I'm graduating soon," Bulma shrugged.

"What degrees did you go for?" Krillen asked as he sat down next to Vegeta.

"I-"

"Somthing with science and business, right?" Vegeta interrupted.

Bulma frowned at him, "Yea, business management and scientific engineering."

Vegeta grinned at her and laughed a bit, "I knew it."

"Uh huh," Bulma then turned her focas from Vegeta to Krillen. "So, when do you guys play?"

Krillen swallowed what was in his mouth then said, "In like ten minutes, you can sort of hear our warm up."

"We're going to sit somewhere in front, where ever there's room," Chi Chi said.

"We should tune up," Yamcha said as he stood from the table.

"Yea," Goku agreed as he stood, and walked over to where a red guitar was leaning against a couch. He sat down and strummed a couple strings.

"You'll recongize some of the beats," Krillen told Bulma. "Vegeta and I put some parts of old songs into these."

"Hell," Vegeta began to laugh a bit, "You'll think you've written half of 'em!" He then stared her in the eye with a smirk.

Bulma's eyebrow quirked as Vegeta turned and picked up his black guitar. Krillen grabbed his drum sticks and twirled one in his hand. He smiled at Bulma.

"You guys are on in three." Said a guy in his early twenties, poking his head into the room. He had a headset around his neck, and was wearing all black.

Goku nodded and he retreated. "Well, we'll see you guys after." He said before sharing a good bye kiss with Chi Chi.

"Look for us, we'll sit as close as possible," Chi Chi said smiling.

Goku nodded and they left.

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(A/N - The songs are by My Chemical Romance and Green Day.. two of my favorites:)..

They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

Vegeta sang out as the opening song. They played well and even though Bulma knew he was high, he still played each note perfectly. Bulma never really learned how to play an instrument. A few forced guitar lessons, that was it. Although, she had listened to Vegeta play guitar so many times, she knew when he made a mistake. Same with Krillen. Bulma listened as he began to sing the chorus. She had heard this song before.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The beat of the song was familiar. Bulma watched as Vegeta walked and jumped around the stage. She watched as his eyes moved quickly, trying to see the crowd. She knew the stage lights were blinding him, and he probably couldn't see anything but darkness past the stage. She was angry at him. They've been together again for about twenty minutes and she already was angry with him. 'Why is he smoking weed?' She knew it was marijuana, that's what the odd smell was. 'None of the others were high, why was he?' She asked herself these as the first song ended. She watched as Vegeta stepped back and the lights dimmed. As soon as the lights dimmed he looked through the crowd until he saw her, he smirked.

I'm the son of rage and love

The Jesus of Suburbia

From the bible of none of the above

On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin

No one ever died for my sins in hell

As far as I can tell

At least the ones I got away with

Bulma's eyes widened when she heard the begining cords. This was very familiar. Vegeta taught them to her. She listened as it continued. (A/N- I know I'm skipping around the song)

Everyone is so full of shit

Born and raised by hypocrites

Hearts recycled but never saved

From the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace

From Anahiam to the middle east

We are the stories and disciples

Of the Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe

That don't believe in me

Land of make believe

And I don't believe

And I don't care!

I don't care!

Bulma's eyes widened as she realized where the words to these lyrics came from.

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Bulma stared at the black lump in the middle of Edison Field. Edison Field was a field with power line structures. A real eye sore. It was set behind her lower middle class neighborhood. She took a step off of the pavement, and her Converse sank into the damp grass beneath her. She began to walk towards the lump. It was foggy outside, so the air felt thick. She tucked a strand of blue behind her ear, as she stepped over a muddy area where the seeded grass failed to grow. It was 4 A.M. She had turned sixteen one hour ago. She smiled as she neared the black lump. He was on his back, and his knees were bent up towards the hazy black sky. His flame hair had pieces of grass in it; and she noticed that he was lying on, one of many, patches of mud where the seed grass refused to sprout. "Do you realized you're lying in mud?" She asked as she sat on a patch of dewy grass next to him.

"Do you realized that you are sitting in wet grass, and you're ass is going to have a wet spot on it?" He retorted.

"Better than a muddy back," she said as she positioned herself so her head rested on his chest. She stared up at the black and white spotted sky, three power lines obstructing her view.

"Hmph." He grunted then put his arm over his eyes.

"Guess what today is?" She asked as she put her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. She then turned her head so she could see his face. Well from his chin to his nose. She watched his lips contort into a smirk.

"You're now able to drive and get fucked? Well legally." His smirked stayed and he began to chuckle.

She slapped his knee. "Yea, thank's for wishing me Happy Birthday, jerk."

"Your welcome harlet."

"You're such an ass."

Vegeta laughed in reply. "So, where are you planning for today?" He asked while exhaling.

"Anywhere but here." She answered, a lump formed in her throat.

"We'll take a drive, you drive." He said as he picked up on why she didn't want to be in West City.

Bulma closed her eyes tight, in fear that her emotional baricade might permeate. She then gritted her teeth when she realized her closly shut eyes wouldn't suffice alone this time. She suddenly felt two arms wrap under her arms, and Vegeta sat up. He then pulled her onto his lap, and kept on of his arms wrapped around her. She opened her eyes and looked into his unmatching. Her eyes were glassy with tears.

"Tina coming over, or something?" He asked her.

Bulma nodded. She then shook her head, "I don't care where we go, I just don't want to be here."

He nodded then smirked, "Well look at it this way, rather her than Brad? Huh?"

Bulma smiled. Vegeta was refering to his mothers boyfriend. Brad. He was patently a homosexual. He wore very bright colors, and had a lisp. Constantly scolded Vegeta for wearing such drab and 'going out like that'. Vegeta's mother was the only one oblivious to the fact. The two, and Krillen made fun of this constantly. A running gag. Comic relief. Tina was Bulma's father's girlfriend. She was his first since her mother. In Bulma's eyes, Tina represented everything she hated. "No, I think Brad might be better to have around than that thing."

"Go ahead and take Brad," Vegeta said with a smirk. "I put him in a song."

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So I found this in a hidden file, that I had completely forgot about.. ahaha.. Well I didn't change any of it, reread it and now I'm typing this so, yea... I hope you enjoyed.. Rereading this made me want to write more chapters of it.. Who knows I might post a chapter four.. ahaha.. Reviews always make me smile..

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