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Just wanted to let you know that I have a brand new story out called Grow Up! featuring our favorite DBZ couple!
Grow Up" is an alternative universe with V/B (and later others) where Vegeta and Bulma grow next door to each other as friends and children. They are as thick as thieves until Vegeta's parents die when he is 10 in an accident and a distant relative, Uncle Frieza, takes over the family business and home who is willing to do anything to hold onto his new windfall of success. The friendship seems to fall apart, but when the two are reunited their senior year of high school, and things are as complicated as ever.

Story Sneak Peak:

One of their favorite pastimes in the afternoon was riding their bikes around the neighborhood. "Look, no feet!" said Vegeta.

"Yeah, you're a real Evil Kenevil" Bulma said with roll of her eyes. "How about this? No hands!" Bulma said with glee right before a rock sent her quickly tumbling to the ground.

"Bulma!" Vegeta skid to a stop and jumps down to her rescue. Bulma rolls over onto her butt, hands gripping around the fresh red lines on her knee cap.

"Ow, ow, oowww!" tears threatening and stinging her eyes.

"Oh that's nothing. Don't be such a baby," Vegeta scoffed.

Eyes still on the edge of tears, Bulma looked up at him like a puppy and said, "Can you kiss it better?"

"Do what?"

"Kiss it better. My mom does it to make it feel better,"

"I don't know," Vegeta said crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow higher, "Sounds gross."

"Please" Bulma said, drawing out the 'Eeess' as she looked at his with wet lashes.

"No way. Does that even work? I think you're making it up," Vegeta scoffed again. He was always a bit skeptical about superstitions. His father told him that superstition was for fools and not to believe a word of it.

"I swear it works! See," With a surprisingly sharp nail she made a white, then red scratch on his arm that stun but didn't bleed, and then just as quickly pressed her lips to the scratch before the boy could protest. And to his shock, the stinging scratch did feel better, not only better, Vegeta could feel a warm tingle flowing up her arm. "All better," she said with a grin.

"It does kinda feel better," Vegeta said with a sense of wonder at this new magic.

"Now will you do it?" she said, her grin gone and the puppy eyes returned in a blink.

Still startled by the seemingly magical kiss she had 'healed' him with, but he neglected to remember that she was the cause of his pain at first. Vegeta bowed his lips to her knee, wondering if he could produce the same magic as she did. As soon as he pressing his lips to her dusty red kneecap he did feel the tingle again as it made his heart skip and his cheek blazed. "All better," he whispered the magic words to her knee.

"Thanks," Bulma jumped up and pulled her bike upright; all thoughts of her skinned knee long forgotten.

"Sure," he returned to his bike too and followed her along the road.

Most afternoons were spent riding bikes, or catching bugs and frogs, or climbing the big tree by the lake. It never seemed to bother Vegeta when the other boys at school would try to make fun of the two friends for always hanging around each other. They often claimed she would give him cooties and that they were secretly boyfriend and girlfriend and sat in trees k.i.s.s.i.n.g. But once they saw that neither Vegeta nor Bulma really cared about cooties or tree kissing, they soon gave up their taunting. And Vegeta and Bulma did often climb trees, not to k.i.s.s., but mostly to read or swing in the shade like monkeys. Goku and Krillian would often come too.

For the next three years they were inseparable and the best of friends. Until the summer Vegeta turned 10 years old when both his parents died in a car accident.

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