Sorry it took so long... Maybe if I had some people pushing me... I am so damn tired. My two friends are here now as I show them how to upload a story on ff.net. *evil twinkle* Y'know, I think I have some secrets of theirs I'd like to share with you… Uh, now they look like they're gonna kill me *giggle*. Yep, they're threatening me now. This is gonna be the last chapter until the new year because I'm working on a B/V fic for you guys as a holiday present. And you really deserve it. One review, wow thanks... And thank you for telling me how to do bold and italic, you are so helpful... This one's kinda short, but whadda expect? I give but I don't receive. Don't you all love me? Well... OW! They're abusing me! Help!

I shut the door and started to silently panic. I had forgotten where my room was. Three, no four doors to the left? I let out an exasperated cry. I looked around and wandered downstairs hoping I could find something or someone to help me.

"Good morning Bulma!" Bulma's (my) mom greeted me with a cheery voice. I jumped and turned around to face her.

"Oh, mom… you scared me!" I put my hand to my heart as it thumped wildly.

"Sorry, dear. Now what do you want for breakfast?" I paused and cursed. Like I knew what Bulma ate for breakfast. This was just great.

"Uh, I'm not hungry mom." I lied as my stomach growled. I heard a short laugh in the background.

"I don't think you're being very truthful, onna. Now, I suggest you sit and eat if you don't want me to shove your breakfast down your throat for you." I saw Vegeta smiling. He stopped leaning against the doorframe and walked over to the table. He mumbled something about women and how stupid diets were before sitting down.

"Bulma, honey? When you're done why don't you take a shower and change into something nice? We can leave for the mall after that." My mom put down my plate and bustled around the kitchen putting together Vegeta's huge breakfast. I looked down at what I was wearing. These were pretty nice pajamas. Blue silk with Bulma's name on them. Vegeta eyed me suspiciously as I quietly ate my breakfast. Did he realize I wasn't Bulma?

"Why are we going to the mall mom?" I choked out while I swallowed a large piece of food.

"Christmas is coming up dear, we have to get presents for everyone!" She squealed in delight making Vegeta wince.

I ate my breakfast quickly, trying to eat as fast as Vegeta did. I finished first and ran up the stairs, not quite sure what I was running from. After a few minutes I found my bedroom and flopped down on the bed. How exactly did this happen? The last thing I remember was... I mentally slapped myself. Baka. The last thing you did was wish on a star. And what did you wish for? You wished to be Vegeta's mate. I sighed. But I never expected it to come true! Why did everything always happen to me? But this didn't have to be a bad thing. I smiled wryly.

"Vegeta's personality is certainly rubbing off on me." I thought aloud. I stood up and started to head toward the shower. I stopped and looked in the mirror that hung in the bedroom. I looked like Bulma! But I thought I looked like myself in the mirror... I started to play with a wisp of my blue hair before I suddenly felt two arms close around my waist and I squeaked in terror.

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