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Author note: I have been in the dumps lately. I had to move to France and I miss my family. I have no free internet so this is costing me a whole lot. And if you read the disclaimer you will know that I do not get that money back. But in any case, I read my reviews and nearly freaked out. You picked me right back up. ;o)
Chapter 4
Slowly walking down the stairs, Bulma went into the kitchen. Seeing as there was only a quarter moon out, there was not enough light in the kitchen for her to work with. Switching the lights on, Bulma headed to the coffee maker. Starting to make a fresh pot, she quickly glanced at the digital clock built into the oven. 03:00. Sighing, she started to ponder why she just could not fall asleep. 'Maybe I am over tired, or maybe this is a natural feeling "world travelers" have.' Smiling slightly, she shook her head. 'No. I miss him. That is the only true reason. I miss Vegeta. I miss feeling him next to me, holding me in his arms while we sleep. I need his closeness.' After pouring the coffee into her mug, she walked out into the cool night air towards her car. Setting her mug on the opposite seat carefully, she started to feel under the passenger seat. Earlier yesterday morning, she had a couple of films developed. Some of them were really old. Taking out the first lot, she laughed as she saw 6 year old Goku and Krillin smiling at the camera dressed in black suits and hats. If memory served her correctly, that was at the first tournament they participated in. Flipping to the next photo, she was shocked to see Yamcha, Puar and herself standing in front of a large waterfall. Putting the photos down, Bulma sighed. 'Goku and Yamcha.' Both were her best friends growing up. How she wished she could still say that.
"Couldn't sleep, right?" Bulma turned to see (Bulma) standing next to the car with two cups of hot chocolate. Smiling she removed everything from the seat in order for her to sit down. "Well, I am not the only one." Bulma smiled as she pointed to the GR which was humming softly. "Yeah, well, Vegeta never sleeps. Workaholic!" (Bulma) answered hading over one cup. "Thanks. What about you? Couldn't sleep either?" Bulma asked. "No, not really. I was working on the GR computer chip when I saw you walk out here. I thought you might want company." She turned to look at Bulma. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Shoot." Bulma answered. "Why did you hit Yamcha?" Bulma stiffened. 'How do I answer that? How do I tell a girl who still has feelings for a guy what he did in another timeline? Yamcha might not even be like that here.' Swallowing hard, she settled on. "Yamcha is not the best of persons in my world." "Is that why you didn't say a word at dinner? Because you weren't sure of how to act? I mean, me being with him and all?" Bulma smiled slightly. "I was more worried about what you guys must have thought about me, hitting him and all that." (Bulma) smiled. "Yamcha might be my boyfriend and all, but I will be the first to say, that he most likely deserved it. But let's rather change the subject. How about... How about you show me what you bought? I can help you unload! Shopping and talking about shopping always brightens my mood." Bulma smiled. "Okay, but don't get your hopes up. Most of the clothes are for Vegeta." "I know what you mean. All he ever wears is his training clothes. I would love to see you getting him to wear other clothes." (Bulma) jumped out of the car. 'Actually, I just got tired of blue.' Bulma thought. Since she started dating Vegeta, she has gotten him to wear normal clothing a whole lot more. But she wasn't going to tell (Bulma) that. "Why don't you give it to him? I will upgrade the GR in your place?" (Bulma) frowned and asked back. "Are you sure? I mean, you already have a lot on your plate." Bulma laughed slightly. "Well, I kinda need something to keep my mind busy with." "Sure, but it seems to me as if you have the fun part. How am I suppose to get Vegeta to wear other kinds of clothes?"
Vegeta got out of his GR with a towel around his neck, sweat running down the side of his face. He had been pushing himself very hard today. Mainly due to the fact that his thought keep wondering. He just could not get the women out of his head. This other Bulma was strange to him. She seemed more assured of herself and more... More what? Happy? Enthusiastic? True, she was scared most of the time, which was understandable, but it still shined through. Then there was the aspect of the ring. Subconsciously, he was hoping that it was not Yamcha's ring. The woman deserved more than that cheating-drunk-boyfriend. Why she could not see it was beyond him. He could smell all the other women on that weakling every time he came by. 'But speaking of smell... Bulma had a familiar smell to her that is not her own. It smelled almost like...' Vegeta's thoughts were cut short by the sound of laughter. Turning to face the sound, he found both women standing next to the red car giggling. Creeping into the shadow, he studied them. (Bulma) was whipping tears of laughter from her eyes. Vegeta smiled. She will probably always be beautiful in his eyes. He was amazed by her beauty when he saw her on namek, but when he returned from space after searching for Kakkarot he could not believe that one being could hold so much beauty. But he would never tell her that. Not because he was scared nor because of his pride. He would set it aside for someone, someday. No, the reason was because he would not see her hurt. If he did tell her, he would confuse her. She would not know what to think of him. It would be so unlike him or even seem as if he went soft. Nor would he ever sink as low as the fucking bastard who is cheating on her. He would never steal someone else's girl from them, no matter how bad they deserved it. He was a prince for crying out laud. He does have some principles. He turned his eyes towards the other one. She didn't fill him with the same thoughts. True, she was beautiful and they were technically the same person, but she was not HIS woman. She belonged to another version of him. He had no doubt that another version of him must surly have the same thoughts as he. Taking one last look at (Bulma), he turned around and went inside the house.
Early morning sunlight was shining into the kitchen thru the open windows while the sound of chirping birds filled the air mixed with the smell of blue berry muffins and the humming of Mrs. Briefs. All seemed peaceful until... "WOMAN!" Vegeta burst into the kitchen receiving blank stares from both Bulma's. "Something wrong?" (Bulma) inquired trying to withhold the laugh she could feel building. "Something wrong! Bloody hell yes! What the fuck did you do to my GR!" He bellowed at her. "Oh, I thought you wanted it upgraded?" She said in a very sweet and innocent voice. "I want it working in an hour." Vegeta stated while trying to calm himself. "Sorry, no can do. I will need at least 3 hours to finish the upgrade." Bulma said joining the conversation. Vegeta turned to face her. "And why are you upgrading it?" "Because, I am giving you a make-over." (Bulma) answered causing Vegeta to turn once more. "You are giving me a what?" He asked bewildered. Bulma started to explain. "Make-over. Change of clothes, shoes, hairstyles..." "No fucking way!" "Well if you don't agree... Bulma won't upgrade." Vegeta turned to face (Bulma) yet again. His head was beginning to spin between the two. So when Bulma spoke again, he just stared at the ground. "Nor will we switch the GR back on again." She looked over his slumped shoulders to wink at her mirror image.
"There is no fucking way I am wearing this is public." Vegeta stated while folding his arms over his lime green shirt. (Bulma) giggled. "All you need is pointy ears and you could go for Piccolo." The look on Vegeta's face made her burst out laughing. "Oh, come on. I am sure if you wore the green shirt with black trousers it will look great and the same will go if you wore a black shirt with those green pants." Vegeta glared at her. "Okay! Go change into the next one." She leaned back into her chair to wait for the next one. So far all the outfits were not even remotely Vegeta's style. But all the previous looks could not have prepared her for this one. Vegeta came out wearing a Gi identical to Goku's. And his face showed what he thought about that! Between her laughter, (Bulma) managed to say. "You look like Goku. Now I know how to change your hair." "Not funny, Woman." Vegeta growled. "Oh, come on Vegeta. I am sure Bulma only bought that as a prank. Prank her back by actually wearing it." "I refuse to look like that third class weakling." Vegeta grunted out. "Goku is not weak. He is stronger than you and you know it. Lighten up and get use to it." (Bulma) shrugged. 'Same old, same old' "Yes, I am well aware that Kakkarot is stronger than me. I am also aware that he has surpassed me in everything imaginable. Do you have to rub it in!" Vegeta asked crossly. (Bulma) smiled at him. "Not everything." "Oh. And what is it that I still hold that he has not beaten?" "You are older. Goku can never surpass you in age." (Bulma) stood up and walked to the door before continuing. "Think about that next time you demean yourself."
Author note: Great! This chapter is done. Next chapter we will start finding out how Bulma got stuck in this timeline. Also, to talk to me personally, you an e-mail me at crystal-bulma () Just remove brackets and spaces. I respond to all personal e-mails, so let me know what you think and what it is you want to see in this story of mine. P.s. Is there anyone out there who agrees with me that Pan is way too young for Trunks? ;o)