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Bulma could not express how excited she was. The one little miracle she had hoped for had come true! There was a heavy down pour of rain, the streets were practically flooded, although she didn't exactly hope for the electricity to flicker on and off, but it was fine to her as long as everyone stayed put. She was more than happy that the alcohol seemed to be finally taking a toll on Goku as his cheeks looked rather pink, but then again so did everyone's.

Right now everyone was in the living room listening to loud music and slumped on the couches and floor. Now Bulma liked to play match maker with her friends, so whenever one of the stood up, she would push or trip them onto the one's they liked. She pushed 18 onto Krillin, she tripped Launch straight onto Tien, which looked a bit like a painful collision in her opinion, and Chichi was a stubborn drunk. Bulma tried several times to trip Chichi but she wouldn't fall, and when she was pushed she would regain her balance and continue onward to wherever she was going. Bulma just decided to trip and push her at the same time. It took a few seconds to actually to get her to fall, but she succeeded in making Chichi fall onto Goku.

No one had suspected what Bulma was doing since they figured she was a total clumsy drunk, so she happily got away with that. Or unless someone figured it out because she tripped backwards and ended up on Vegeta's lap. What an obvious fall.

It actually seemed that Vegeta wasn't as drunk as everyone because he smirked when Bulma landed on his lap. She obviously blushed rather hard because she turning a cherry color; she tried getting up from his lap but his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her still.

"Wha... What are you doing?" She asked nervously.

"Sitting. Drinking." He replied.

"Do you wanna let me go?"

"I'm quite comfortable thank you." His smirk widen when her cheeks became cherry all over. Luckily for Bulma her house phone was ringing, so she made the attempt to get up and get it, quickly walking into the kitchen and away from a laughing Vegeta. She answered the phone.

"Capsule Corporations, how may I help you?" Even when drunk, she answered professionally.

"Bulma?" The voice spoke.

"Yamcha? Is that you?" She was uncertain if it was him or not, she can confuse voices sometimes, and being drunk didn't help make it clear.

"Yeah, it's me." Bulma didn't know why he was calling, but he sounded sad or something like that.

"Is something wrong?" She asked hesitantly. Even though he did cheated on her, she didn't want tension between them and make thing really uncomfortable since they did have a two classes together. She knew she would forgive him, she was the type to forgive after a while, but she was also likely not to trust him again, it would take a very long time for her to trust him again.

"I uh, want to apologize for...you know...cheating on you..."

She sighed. "You've already apologized to me, there's no need to do it again." Broken up or not, she still very much cared for him.

"I know I know, it's just... I'm sorry, I was a fool to even do such a thing..." He paused. "I hurt you didn't I? I'm so sorry Bulma."

Her heart ached for him, he sounded so, empty and sad. "Yeah, you did. But you know I don't cling to the past so... I forgive you." It was quiet for a while, neither spoke just yet, but they knew one of the other had to speak eventually.

"It sounds a bit noisy there, a company party?" He was well aware that Capsule Corp. held parties for famous people.

"No no, just me and my girls having little fun." She replied. She heard him chuckle bit over the line, it made her smile a bit. He knew about their nights whenever it was just her and the girls, but he didn't need to know that the friends he once hung out with were here as well.

"Don't have too much fun." He said jokingly.

"We won't." She laughed a bit. It was quiet again for a moment.

"Would I still a have a chance?"

"What do you mean?"

"...To be with you, again."

She hesitated. "I- I don't think so Yamcha..."

"...It's because of Vegeta isn't it?"

"What? No, of course not. Vegeta has nothing to do with this."

"Do you like him?"

"Well...no, I don't." She said unsure. "Besides, I don't know him that much so I doubt that I would ever-"

"So if you knew him well enough, you would be with him? Is that what you're saying Bulma?"

"Why are doing this Yamcha?" There was pain in her chest, her heart yearned for her former lover, but in her mind she knew she couldn't go back. "What are you trying to gain from this?" She asked softly.

"I want to know if you are going to date him." The thought of dating Vegeta was absurd to her, but a part of her didn't seem to mind it, she didn't know why though, it made her curious.

"I... I don't know."

"If it was between me or him, who would you choose?"

The pain in her chest seemed to worsen. "Yamcha... Please... Don't do this to me. I- I can't, I just..."

"Sorry Bulma. The girls must be waiting for you, sorry I kept you from them, I'll let you go."

"It's okay, I'll just go then."

"I love you..." She didn't reply, she couldn't. "Bye Bulma." The line was cut off.

Bulma put the phone back on the receiver. She was, by now, completely sober. She stood there in the kitchen, staring at the phone for what seemed liked a very long time. The phone rang again, startling Bulma. She hesitantly picked it up again.

"Capsule Corporations, how may I help you?"

"Is Bulma Briefs there?" A sickly sweet sounding voice said.

"Speaking."

"Good. I just want to warn you and your stupid friends to keep away from our men, or you will suffer the consequences." The voice of a girl said threateningly.

Bulma narrowed her eyes. She was in no mood at all to hear threats, and she will be damned if she'll let this person get away without a threat from herself. "Listen, you absolute moron. I hope you know that since you are calling Capsule Corp. I can just as easily track you down by what ever phone you're using. And let me tell you since Capsule Corp. is famous all over the damn world, I have connections to the police, the military, and the government, so I dare you to make a threat again and see what happens!"

It was silent for a quick moment before Bulma heard the line was cut off. She nearly slammed the phone back to the receiver; she'll let this go this one time, however, the next person that calls and makes a threat she's connecting it to the police. If it happens more often, then she will get the damn government involved. Capsule Corp. was too important to let anyone make a threat to, not since they engineer things the government and military need.

Bulma stalked out of the kitchen, passing the living room towards the balcony, she needed some air. The almost winter cold breeze touched her skin, making her shiver a bit, but she wasn't going to let it bother her. She was grateful that her balcony had a tarp like umbrella to shield her from the rain, which was actually meant for the sun but it actually helped from the down pour.

Bulma wrapped her arms around herself to at least warm herself in some way from the wind. She sighed softly as she looked distractedly out into the city lights, it was a nice view, but it would look nicer if she were higher.

Looking out into the city lights while listening to the sound of relentless rain falling furiously, Bulma thought back to the days when it was her and Yamcha.

Yamcha was over at Capsule Corp. helping Bulma with a bit of painting. It was fine for a few short hours before he decided to make things interesting. He purposely dabbed paint on her when she wasn't looking, he would say a little apology making her think he did it on accident, however, she caught on to his little plan after a few 'accidents'. She dipped her fingers into the paint can and slapped it on his face. He was shocked, staring at her with his mouth open in surprise. She gave him a taunting smirk, daring him to make a move, he himself smirked before dipping his whole hand into the paint, he wrapped an arm around her waist and shoved his paint hand onto her face and neck.

Bulma shrieked in surprise, then laughed as they engaged in a paint fight.

They were at the carnival, they had been on rides and went threw mazes. The mazes were fun as they had people pop out of no where and surprise everyone.

Right now Yamcha was shooting hoops. Bulma watched as he tried to make all ten hoops, however he missed four. She happily accepted the teddy bear he had scored for her.

They were at a park having a little picnic. The park was quiet, the wind was blowing softly threw the grass and trees, and a few clouds in sight.

Yamcha and Bulma lay on the soft blanket staring into the clouds. Bulma lay her head on Yamcha's chest, she listened to his heart beating while she stared up at the clouds as it partly covered the bright blue sky. She loved it. She loved being here and laying with Yamcha. She loved him.

Bulma wiped the one tear that had fallen from eye. When she was told that Yamcha had cheated on her, she felt hurt, and betrayed; she didn't know what to do at the time she was told; suppose she was still grasping what has been said to her, yet when it finally clicked in her mind, she thanked Goku for telling her. Not long after, she called up Yamcha and told him to meet her at the park, when he did, she confronted him right away. Of course when she did, he was silent and did not look at her in the eyes. The truth was already said even when silent.

Bulma continued to stare out in the city until she heard someone stepping into the balcony.

"Why are you out here and with everyone else?" A rough voice said.

"Vegeta?" Bulma was rather confused that Vegeta, of all people, would come to see her. She could understand the others but Vegeta? Not likely.

Vegeta stared at Bulma, watching the emotions that lay in her eyes. He could easily tell what she is thinking of. "Why are you wasting time thinking about that moron?" He stood in front of her, a few feet away.

Confusion was over her face before she realized what he had meant. "You heard me over the phone? I hope you know that that's ea-"

"I did not. I can tell by the look in your eyes." He interrupted her. He paused, then continued. "You have that same look that every other person has when they think of their past lover, or whatever you wanna call it. I've seen that look far too many times to know that you are thinking of Yamcha."

Bulma did not reply since it seemed he has a point, or at least she thought he did. She couldn't tell what her face looked like at the moment, so she simply shrugged her shoulders.

Vegeta's frown turned into a light scowl. "You should just forget about him, he's not worth your time or effort. You are being pathetic to feel that stupid emotion for him." Bulma scowled at him as he walked past to her leave the balcony.

"How would you know?" She asked quietly, making him stop just at the door, his back facing her. "How would you know what it feels like to love someone? To see them flirt and cling to other people? And then to be told that they had cheated on you! Just seeing and knowing that hurts Vegeta, so how would you know what that feels like!?" She raised her voice slightly.

Vegeta didn't move from his spot, he turned his head to look at her, his frown lightened. Bulma nearly gasped when she saw what his eyes held. "I know what it's like," He said. "I know what it's like to see the one person you like cling and flirt to another. It's a sucky feeling, but when you're not with that person... There's not a damn thing you can do about it... So I know the hurt, I just refuse to show it." And with that, Vegeta left the balcony all together, leaving a slightly stunned Bulma standing there, staring at the spot he once stood.

Bulma didn't move an inch after he left, the look in his eyes stunned her and she didn't understand why. She couldn't tell what his eyes looked liked just now, she just knew, or at least she thought she saw a bit of sadness, or perhaps empathy? No, that couldn't be it, Vegeta couldn't possibly feel an emotion like sadness... Could he?

Was there someone that Vegeta actually cared for?

She should be happy for him, that there was someone that he actually liked, but for some strange reason, it didn't sit well with her.

18 groaned lightly as she felt her head spin momentarily, damn Bulma for bringing on the alcohol continuously. 18 closed her eyes to stop the spinning of her head; she lay her head comfortably on Krillin's chest. Krillin ran a hand through her short hair; he liked having her on his chest.

Not too long ago, Krillin landed on one of Bulma's couches since he felt the alcohol taking a toll on him, then 18 came by landed on top of him. He became very nervous since she was so close, but then she started up a conversation and he completely forgot about being nervous.

18 sighed in content as she felt his fingers run through her hair softly, it felt so nice that she no longer felt her head spinning.

"Looks like Launch can't keep on her feet." Krillin laughed lightly. 18 looked over to her friend and indeed did she see that Launch was having trouble standing on her own feet.

"She's can be rather clumsy behind that tomboy attitude of her's." 18 replied.

"Well who would have thought?"

"Not many at all."

The two of them engaged into another light conversation, and lightly laughing. 18 stared at Krillin while he looked off in another direction while speaking about something that she was hardly paying attention to, but for some strange reason, she was feeling very bold. She leaned up a little closer to Krillin, brushing against his lips lightly before pressing her lips fully against his.

The short man froze when he felt a pair of lips on his.

When 18 did not feel him return the kiss, she sighed in disappointed in her head. She was about to pull away when his lips pressed onto her's, kissing her back. It did surprise her momentarily but she was a bit excited that he returned her kiss.

They pulled apart from each other when oxygen was needed. They stared at each other for a while, slightly breathless, and cheeks pink.

Krillin grinned. "Well that was most certainly nice." He laughed lightly. 18 couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips, she happily laid her head back on his chest, and he resumed running his hand through her short soft hair.

He had wanted to feel her lips against his own for some time, it was like kissing a gentle rose. Well in his opinion anyway.

Later in the night, when everyone had at least had some sense to what was going on, Bulma had turned on the tv to see the news on how bad the weather was getting.

To put it lightly, the was storm was bad. There will be a heavy down pour for the remaining week, thunder and lightning was most definitely as well. If the storm continued to get worse, the streets will be closed since flooding was already beginning to hit the sidewalks, the electricity was more than the likely going to shut off and on, and possible flooding in houses.

Bulma sighed. It looks like she was going to have to put the place on lock down, put a generator for Capsule Corp., and for the whole city. It was going to take a little time to start up the generator for the city since it was big a place. She glanced at the clock; 10:14 P.M. She had enough time to start up both generators. Bulma left the living room to go into the lab room where her father was probably still working on whatever it was. She found him talking to her mother, more likely she brought him something to snack on. She walked over to them to tell them what was going on.

"Oh my! How horrible! I won't be able to go grocery shopping!" Her mother said.

"Then we must get the generators started right away. Come Bulma." Her father and Bulma left into another room, large tube wires all over the floor. There was a very large generator with all sorts of buttons, and levers and many wires sticking out of it. And a smaller size of the larger generator with same buttons, levers, and wires.

"Okay let's get this over with." Bulma sighed. "I already told my friends that they can stay here, I still need to show them where they can stay."

"But don't they stay in your room?" Dr. Briefs asked.

"Yeah, but most certainly the guys can't."

"Then just put them in the room next to yours." He said offhandedly. Bulma huffed slightly in annoyance, but simply shrugged afterwards.

I'm still having a bit of writer's block so sorry about that.

So what did you think about Krillin and 18? Didn't expect them to be first right? Review please?