Hey people! I've been thinking about this fic for a few weeks now, and I've finally decided, against my better judgment, to post it. I've already got 2 fics going at the moment, so I'm a bit leery of starting another one, but, nothin ventured, nothing gained, right? Soooooo...in case you didn't see it before, this is a Goku/Bulma fic, and no, there's no mean Vegeta in this one (not like my other G/B), as a matter of fact, there's no Veggie at all...not yet at least, there may be later, depends on how well he'd fit into the story). This is a BIG a/u ficcie, so if you don't like a/u's, then don't read it! And, it's a songfic to top it off! YAY!!
There, now that I've rambled on quite a bit, how about a nice plug or two? Sound good? Thought so. Go read Nekoni's fic "We forgot about Bulma!" Bulma and Goku at its best right there! And then go read "Turn around" By Washu the Goddess. Don't like G/B fics that much? Or do you like V/B fics better? Then go check out "The Vow" by me (yes, selfish plug on my part, so sue me) :) And then there's Woogster's fic "A proud love", which is also an awesome V/B ficcie. There, I think that just about cover it. ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Disclaimer: *sigh* Go ahead, sue me, I DARE YA!
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~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
Bulma sat at her seat in Shop class, staring off into space as usual. It wasn't that she didn't love the class, it was her favorite, in fact. But, the material that they covered, was..beneath her abilities, to put it nicely. She was a whiz with her hands, and could make anything the teacher threw at her, which made the class a bit less then exciting. Some giggling behind her caught her attention, and she turned around quickly, to find her best friend, Goku, flirting with a brown haired girl that sat a few seats behind her. She looked at him quickly, before rolling her eyes, and turning back to resume her dazed expression. The bell rang shortly after that, and Bulma gathered her books quickly, before jumping up from her seat, and rushing down the hallway toward the cafeteria.
"Bulma! Hey! Wait up!" A cheerful voice called from behind her, and she turned around to face Goku, his normal cheerful smile plastered on his face. "Where ya rushing off to? You could've waited for me, ya know." he teased her, a mock hurt expression on his face.
"Well. I figured you'd be busy with your flavor of the week, so I decided to go grab some lunch. I worked late last night, so I missed dinner, and I slept through breakfast, so I'm starving!" she told him, before resuming her walk down the hall. This time, with Goku in tow.
"Man, Bulma! No wonder you're so skinny. If I ate like you did, I'd probably be dead by now." he laughed merrily, his stomach growling, as if on cue, to back up his statement.
~*So much that the earth moved*~
"Yeah, Goku, you probably would. Ugh... Is it really time for prom again? Remind me to ask if I can work that night." She told him as she tucked a strand of her turquoise hair behind her ear.
"What? Why don't you wanna go to prom? Ohhh, I get it! You don't wanna wear a dress." He teased her slightly, at the obvious knowledge that Bulma and dresses didn't mix.
"Well, aside from the obvious, Goku! Who would I go with? You?" She laughed aloud at the last part, as did Goku. But, neither one of them thought the idea was quite as foolish as they made it out to be.
"Well...um...Oh look! We'd better hurry or we'll never get through the line!" Goku stuttered, earning him a weird look from the blue haired woman next to him. All thoughts were pushed from her mind, however, when Goku grabbed her by the arm, and pulled, or rather, drug her down the hallway behind him.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
Goku was right on one thing, however, by the time they got there, the lunchroom was PACKED. Bulma managed to squeeze herself through the thick crowd, and plopped down at a table, in front of one of her other friends.
"Wow Bulma, you look like you ran all the way here!" Krillin exclaimed aloud, before glancing around the room quickly. "Hey, where's Goku?"
"Oh, I ran over here to grab the seat. He's over in the line somewhere. I just hope he remembers to get the dressing for my salad. He forgets that kind of stuff, you know." She told him happily, before standing once more, and glancing around the crowded room, "There he is, right there. I can see his hair!" She told the shorter man, before pointing to Goku' position.
"Yeah, you're right, that's him. With hair like that, who else could it be?" He replied, jokingly. "Hey, who're you going to the prom with Bulma?" He asked her, regretting it as soon as he saw her blue eyes flash in anger.
"I'm NOT going. Everyone's got dates by now. Besides, think about it. Me...in a...dress." She told him, before sitting again, and resting her head on the table.
~*Even though it hurt to*~
"Yeah, I shudder to think of what might happen if you were forced to wear a DRESS." Krillin exclaimed, before ducking the hand that she flung at his face.
"Oh, shaddup. I've got too much other stuff to worry about to think about going to a stupid dance. Besides, like I said before, everyone's got their dresses, and dates, and everything now. Even IF i wanted to go, I'd have to go by myself, and that's even more unappealing than going WITH someone." She sighed, and looked up at that point, to see Goku wading his way through the groups of teenagers, two trays in hand.
"Bout time, I'm starvin here. Please tell me you remembered my dressing." She said, before taking her tray from his hands.
"Um..oops? Heh, I knew I'd forgotten something. Sorry bout that." He told her, before reaching behind his head and scratching it.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
"Ugh...figures. I swear, one of these days Goku, I'm gonna kill you. Krillin, watch my food for a sec, I'm gonna go get a sprite outta the machine." She told him, before standing yet again, and walking to the coke machines on the other side of the room.
"Hey, Krillin, whatcha think she'll say when she sees this?": Goku asked, before pulling a packet of ranch dressing from his pocket, and throwing it onto her tray.
"I think she'll threaten to kick your ass for lying to her, that's what I think. And ya know what else? I think she probably could. Well, not that she could, I mean, she could after you LET her, which you would." He said, before elbowing the taller man in the side.
"Would not! Never have, and you know it." Goku replied defensively.
"Hell Goku, she's grown up. Even I would let her. Matter of fact, I've been thinkin about asking her to prom, provided you won't kick my ass for it, that is." Krillin laughed nervously, but stopped immediately when he saw the scowl that crossed Goku's features. "Hey man, just because you're too chicken to ask her out doesn't mean I am. Plus, don't you already HAVE a date?" He pointed out, relieved when he saw Bulma making her way back to the table. "Shh, we'll worry about it later, she's comin back." He said, before suddenly becoming VERY interested in his food
~*Nothing else the heart could do*~
"Doesn't it figure they'd be out of sprite? What else can go wrong today? First you forget my dressing...." Her voice trailed off as she spotted the dressing. "Goku! You pain in the ass! I should kill you for lying to me, you know that right?" She laughed, before punching him lightly on the arm. Well, it was lightly to him, for her it was the hardest she could manage.
"Heh...HAHAHA!" Kriilin laughed aloud, earning him a quizzical look from the blue haired woman across from him.
"And what, may I ask do YOU find so funny, cueball?" She asked him, as she raised a fist as if to punch him too.
"N...nothin, I just told him that's what you'd say, that's all, honest," He replied, before covering his head to protect himself from her punch.
"Oh, whatever. God, I REALLY don't wanna go to work tomorrow. The manager is SUCH an ass. They want me to work all these hours, yet I ask for a simple thing like a day off, and they raise holy hell about it." She snapped, taking her aggressions out on the packet of dressing in her hands.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
A short girl, with brown hair walked up behind her then, and plopped down in the chair next to her. "Hey, Bul...Did you hear about the new guy? I hear he's a MAJOR hottie." The girl said, before covering her mouth to hide her giggles.
"Really? Great. I'm ecstatic, really I am. Why don't you go hit on him, and then call me later, and tell me what happens, k?" Bulma replied darkly,. before rolling her eyes, and continuing her assault on her salad.
"Oh, hehe, ok. Oh, HI Goku, how ya been? Why don't you give me a call sometime? We can go to that new club downtown." Angel said, before noticing the touch-him-and-die look that Bulma gave her. "Um, well, I'll be going now, call me, k?" She replied, before skipping off to her own table, probably to swoon over the newest addition to Orange City High.
"Remind me NEVER to ask if anything else can go wrong EVER again." Bulma said quietly, more to herself than anyone else at the table.
"I thought you and Angel got along pretty well Bulma. What happened there?" Goku asked her, upon noticing the dark mood she slipped into at the sight of the other girl.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing...I'm just having a bad day, that's all. I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. You know, with work and all." She sighed, upon suddenly finding that her appetite had once again disappeared.
~*Who never knew?*~
"Hey, sorry to run out on you guys, but I've got...something I've gotta do before Math, I'll catch ya there, ok?" She said before grabbing her tray from the table, and exiting the room quickly.
"Jeez, what got into her all the sudden? And I thought she said she was starving. She barely ate anything....weiiiiird. Anyway, Goku...Goku?" Krillin stated, before turning around to face Goku once more, and finding him missing as well.
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~*Did you ever lay your head down*~
Bulma walked out of the bathroom, cradling her now-swollen hand. She turned quickly, before running into yet another brick wall, she swore softly, and went to turn around, before finding herself turned back around by a gentle hand.
"Woah, what happened there? You might wanna get that checked, you know, to make sure it's not broken or anything." The dark haired stranger spoke to her, before carefully taking her hand in his, and surveying it. "Wanna tell me about it? Or you gonna make me guess?" He asked her, smiling slightly when he noticed the blush that stained her pale cheeks.
"I..um..I'm having a bad day, so I kind...punched the bathroom wall." She told him, averting her eyes to avoid his gaze.
"Heh, I know that hurts, I've done it too many times to count. Whatcha say we go to the nurse and get that looked at, huh? I don't think anything's broken, but, I'd feel better if you'd let me take you." He told her, his black eyes staring intensely into her blue ones.
"I really don't...Oh, hell, let's just go. I really don't wanna go to Math right now, anyway. Oh, I'm Bulma, by the way." She said, before turning and walking back down the hall.
~*On the shoulder of a good friend?*~
"I'm Yamcha. I'm new here.
And I'm afraid you might have to lead the way back to the office, I have NO idea
where I'm going." He said with a laugh, pleased when she laughed as well.
"It's really not that hard, it just takes a little getting used to, that's all. Go right, and you'll hit the Math Wing, left and you find Science. And straight this way, you'll find the office." She said, and pointed to the office door, as if to prove her point.
"Ah, so we're here already, huh? Well, I'll go make up some excuse to stay in the office for awhile, ok? And when you're done, I'll walk you to your next class, provided you don't mind, of course.
"Ok, as long as you're sure you don't mind. I'll be back in a few, ok?" She said, before entering the nurse's office, leaving him alone in the hall, a goofy smile plastered on his face.
~*And then have to look away somehow*~
About 10 feet or so away, hidden beside a row of lockers, stood a tall, muscular man, his eyes narrowed angrily at the memory of his best friend, and the only girl he really cared about, talking and laughing with some new guy. Goku quickly remembered himself, however. *Jeez, it's not like I can be mad. I do the same thing, and then again, it's not like I ever TOLD her I like her either. A problem that I intend to remedy...as soon as I get my courage up, that is.* He told himself, before leaving his hiding place, and running quickly to his next class.
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15 minutes later, Bulma emerged from the nurses office, her hand now bandaged tightly. She glanced around the hall, and upon seeing that Yamcha was nowhere around, gave a sad sigh, and started walking. She got about 5 feet, before she heard someone call her name, and with a small smile on her face, turned around to face Yamcha, who was running full speed down the hall toward her.
~*Had to hide the way you felt for them*~
"Hey! Sorry bout that, I got lost on my way to the bathroom." He said sheepishly.
"It's ok. I figured they'd made you go to class or something. Speaking of classes, what have you got next?" She asked him, attempting her best to shift her books in her arms so as not to hurt her hand.
"Um, lemme check." He told her, before pulling a slip of paper from his pocket. "Uh, advanced algebra. Oh, here, lemme get those for you." He told her, before taking her books, much to her relief.
"Thanks, they were getting a bit hard to manage. You've got Mrs. Grigsby, huh? More power to ya. And the good news is, you won't have far to walk from my class." She told him, a slight smile on her face.
"Really? I wasn't too worried about that, I don't know how I'm ever gonna find the room though. I might just be sitting outside your room, waiting for you to come out." He laughed.
~*Have you ever prayed the day would come?*~
"Well, I'd hate to go into class and tell Mrs. Grigsby that you're sitting in front of her room, but you can't find the class, so you're just gonna wait for me to come out." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Wha? Ohhhh, so you've got her too, huh? Well, that's cool, I don't suppose there's any empty seats near yours, is there?" He asked, before casting a quick glance at her.
"Actually, there is. Oh, ok, we're here. I have to warn ya, Mrs. G can be a bit of a...bitch...at times. Heh, welcome to hell." She said with a wink, before walking into the room, Yamcha close behind her.
The entire class looked up from their work when the two entered, Goku and Krillin included. Bulma pulled Yamcha up to the desk with her, and handed the teacher her pass from the nurse. And, after a quick explanation, she took her seat, leaving Yamcha holding both her books, and his.
~*You'd hear them say they feel it too*~
"Class, we have a new student. This is Yamcha, and he's transferring in from Eastridge. Yamcha, since you already know Bulma, why don't you take a seat next to her? And Miss Briefs, since you've finally decided to grace us with your presence, how about opening your textbook to page 247 and doing the problems there? And Yamcha, you can do them too, if you have any problems, just ask Bulma, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to help you out, isn't that right, Miss Briefs?" the teacher asked, quirking an eyebrow at the last part.
Bulma merely nodded in agreement, and went to open her book, only to find that she didn't have it. She heard a small chuckle next to her, and looked up just in time to see Yamcha deposit her books on her desk, and give her a quick wink before plopping down into the seat to her left.
"Psst.. Bulma, what happened to your hand? And what took you so long getting here?" Goku asked her, eyeing Yamcha warily.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
"Huh? Oh, I hurt my hand, so I went to the nurse, and it just happens that Yamcha had the same class as me, so he walked me here. What's with the questions anyway?" She whispered back.
Miss Briefs and Mister Son, would you like to share what's so interesting with the class?" Mrs. Grigsby asked them.
"No ma'am, Goku didn't understand a problem, so I was trying to explain it to him, that's all." Bulma replied, casting an evil look to Goku.
Everything was quiet for a few more moments, before a note sailed over her shoulder, and landed on her desk. She picked it up quickly, and turned around to face Goku, who was working eagerly on his work. She shrugged, and opened the note.
~*Who never knew*~
Bulma,
Hey, sorry bout that. I need to talk to you later. Meet me outside of the Gym before class, ok? Oh, and one more question. Is it illegal to kill a teacher? Because I'm at the point where I'd love to kill Ms. G. Don't forget...outside the gym...
Goku
Bulma sighed, before opening up her notebook, and stuffing the note into one of the pockets of her folder. She finished her work early, and started on her English, before the bell rang, much to her relief.
"Hey, Bulma! Wait up! I wanted to ask you how to get to my next class." Yamcha called, and Bulma fell back, promising Goku that she'd meet him outside of the Gym in a few moments.
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~*And if you did,*~
Goku had all but given up hope, when he heard Bulma call his name as she ran down the hall. "Jeez, sorry bout that, Goku. I kinda got...caught up. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked him, before leaning against the wall, and attempting to catch her breath.
"Whoa, calm down, catch your breath first, we've still got 5 minutes before the first bell rings. Oh, yeah, first things first, am I still comin over there tonight? I mean, I rented "The Blob" and everything." He told her, before digging around in his bag to find his Gym uniform, and coming up empty handed.
Bulma rolled her eyes, and reached into her own bag, and pulled out his spare uniform. "What would ya do without me? And yeah, my parents have got some convention thing to go to. And I'm not thrilled about having to stay at the house by myself. And while I'll keep my mouth shut about your taste in movies, I'd rather have you there, than be by myself. Shit, Goku! I thought you said the bell hadn't rung yet!" Bulma exclaimed, before glancing around the now abandoned hall.
"Well, I didn't think it had! Damn...hurry up! I'd rather NOT get detention, if ya know what I mean." Goku said, before grabbing her arm, and pulling her into the guys locker room.
~*Well,you know I'd understand*~
"Um, Goku, I REALLY don't think I'm supposed to be in here!" Bulma hissed at him, before pulling her arm from his hand.
"I realize that, but either you came in here, or you'd have to walk across the gym to the girls locker room. Now, hurry up and change, maybe they haven't noticed we're missing yet." Goku exclaimed, before pulling off his Tshirt.
Bulma, having a bit more modesty, opened the door to one of the lockers, and changed behind it. She had her shorts on, and was just getting ready to put on her shirt, when the door opened, and someone walked in. Bulma whirled around quickly, to catch Yamcha standing there, his jaw near the floor. After a moment, he covered his eyes, and started to apologize profusely.
~*I could I would*~
"Aw, sorry Bulma, I thought for SURE this was the men's locker room. I went to Art class, but they said they were full, so they sent me here! I'll um, go now." He said, before attempting to find the door with his eyes covered. It was then that he heard some shifting next to him, and uncovered his eyes, only to see Goku standing there, pulling up his shorts. "OH! Jeez, sorry, I didn't mean to...interrupt...Just forget I was ever in here." Yamcha said quickly, before running back out the door.
Bulma just stood there for a moment with her jaw agape, before catching on to what he had been implying, and bursting into a fit of giggles. Goku followed soon after her, and it was several moments before the finally composed themselves enough to attempt to sneak from the locker room. They made it almost halfway across the room, before Mr. Ryan, the gym teacher, caught them.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? Not only are you late, but Miss Briefs, I do believe you've got on the wrong shirt." He said, before pointing to the name written across the chest.
~*More than anybody can*~
Bulma looked down, and turned a bright crimson at the words there. `Son Goku' the shirt read, and Bulma suddenly realized why Goku couldn't find his other uniform, they were both in her bag!
"Well, Mr. Ryan, Bulma left her shirt at home, so she borrowed my extra one." Goku said to him, Bulma's sigh of relief not slipping past him unnoticed.
"I'm not in the mood to argue with you two today, just get in line, and please, MAKE IT SNAPPY!" He exclaimed, a veing bulging out in his forehead as he did so.
The two ran quickly to the end of the line, and cast a quick glance at each other, before turning their eyes back to the front of the room. Bulma was excused from most of the exercises that day, on account of her hand, so she grabbed a seat on the bleachers, and watched the rest of the class suffer through the grueling workout. She had been sitting there for a few moments, before someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around quickly.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
"Um, I just wanted to apologize again for walking in on you and your boyfriend. I had NO idea you two were in there, or I wouldn't have gone in." Yamcha said, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"Don't worry! You didn't walk in on anything! And to top it off, Goku's NOT my boyfriend, he's just my best friend. We were late for class, and since the girls locker room is on the other side of the gym, we decided to change in there. You just happened to have bad timing, that's all. Hey, why aren't you out there? Better than that, why aren't you in your uniform? Oh, lemme guess, they didn't have one, did they? Figures." Bulma told him, a large smile on her face.
"Oh, so you two aren't... Sorry, I guess you two just looked like a couple. So, who's your boyfriend then? If you don't mind me asking. I mean, someone as pretty as you HAS to have one or two laying around here somewhere." Yamcha said, his cheeks burning a pink color.
"Actually, no. I don't. I guess I'm too busy hanging out with Goku, and working, to really have much time left for guys. Plus, there's sooooo many pretty girls here, I really don't stand a chance." She told him with a frown.
~*So much that the earth moves*~
"Well, I haven't seen any prettier than you are." He whispered to her, before backing away again quickly, as he saw Goku walking towards them.
"Hey! Bul! I'm headed to Sonic for food, you wanna ride? He asked her, before glancing at how close Bulma and Yamcha were sitting. "Puhleeeeeeze Bulma? Plus, I don't think you're gonna be doing much driving with that hand." He begged to her, trying as hard as he could to get her as far away from the other man as possible.
"Well, I can drive her home if you want Goku, so you don't have to go outta your way to drop her off or anything." Yamcha interrupted, a small smirk on his face.
"Well...to tell you the truth Yamcha, Goku's going to my house tonight, so it really wouldn't make any sense for you to take me home. I'll catch you tomorrow morning though, ok?" She asked cheerfully, before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, and following Goku from the room.
A defeated Yamcha stood there for a moment, before something clicked in his mind. Of course! That little bald guy! He'd know where she lived! And he could go there, and talk to her after Goku left. After all, it wasn't like he was staying the night or anything...
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~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
After they exited the building, Bulma hopped onto Goku's back, earning her a scowl. She merely smiled in return, and hugged her arms tighter around his neck. She didn't see the smile Goku was wearing, much to his relief. He didn't protest carrying her to his car, after all, Yamcha was still in the building somewhere, and it really wouldn't do to make her mad, and have her run back to him. And then again, it wasn't like he minded her being that close anyway.
"Ok, you can quit using me as a camel now, we're here." Goku told her, before lowering her gently to the ground.
"Oh, bite me!" She exclaimed, before regretting it immediately when she saw him smile devilishly, and come after her, his teeth bared.
After Bulma had been bitten, Goku had been slapped for biting her, and they had climbed into the car, they finally quit laughing, and focused on two key elements of their mission. Goku around in his pocket for a moment, before finally pulling out his car keys. He cranked the engine, and the car purred to life, and Bulma began her part of the mission. She opened up the black case next to her, and flipped through the pages, until she found what she was looking for. She popped the CD into the player, and surfed through the tracks until she found her favorite song. The volume was cranked to the max, and Goku smiled as Bulma began singing along with the words. ICP wasn't one of his favorite groups, and he really only kept it in his car for her. And this was one of the many times he was glad he did. She was bouncing around like an idiot, singing something about a tilt-a-whirl, oblivious to the man next to her staring at her intently. He threw the car into gear, and zoomed out of the parking lot, the blue haired woman still singing happily beside him.
~*Even though it hurt to*~
After they had eaten, Goku drove to his house to grab some clothes, and the movie, before hopping back into the car, and driving to Bulma's house. When they got there, her parents were getting ready to leave. Bulma's mother gave them both a quick kiss, and her father waved goodbye, before they climbed into their car, and left, much to Bulma's relief.
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Yamcha finally managed to track Krillin down in the large school, somehow managing to only get lost two or three times.
"Hey, um, you're Bulma's friend, right?" Yamcha asked the shorter man.
"Yep, that I am, what can I do for ya?" Krillin asked him back.
"Well, I was wondering if you knew her address. She's supposed to help me with my math tonight, but she forgot to tell me the address, and seeing as I'm new, I really don't know where anybody lives. Any chance you might be able to help me out?" Yamcha lied, but he felt it was the only way to get the information he needed.
"Yeah, you probably already know where it is, actually. You know Capsule Corp? Well, that's it. She lives in the big dome shaped part of it. Do you know where it is?" Krillin asked him.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
"Yeah, I know. So, she lives there, huh? And somehow she's managed NOT to be the most popular girl in school? Why do I find that hard to believe?" Yamcha replied.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. She's a beauty alright, it's just a shame she doesn't see it that way. I've only seen her pay attention to a few guys, with the exception of Goku, of course. Did you know those two have been inseparable since Kindergarten? It's amazing, really that they've never managed to hook up. Ah well, that's the way the world works, huh? Good luck with you math. I gotta get outta here, or my mom's gonna kick my ass when I get home. Catch ya later, man!" Krillin called over his shoulder as he ran down the hall.
"So, she wasn't kidding when she said he was her best friend... And no boyfriend either... Man, this must be my lucky day." Yamcha said to himself, before looking around him once again, and wishing he'd paid attention to how he had gotten to where he was.
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~*Nothing else your heart could do*~
After Bulma had finished the rest of her homework, she popped some popcorn, and plopped down on the couch next to Goku, who had one foot propped on the coffee table, and the remote in hand. He pushed the play button, and Bulma grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch. She snuggled into his side, her head leaning against his shoulder. Needless to say, Goku didn't watch much of the movie. Especially when a scary part would happen, because Bulma always buried her face in his chest. It was then that Goku realized just how attracted to his best friend he had really become.
Meanwhile, outside...
It was dark outside by the time Yamcha finally managed to find his way out of the school, and to Bulma's house. He didn't see Goku's car when he pulled up, so he assumed that he was already gone, and smiled to himself. Checking his reflection in the mirror once, he hopped out of his car, and jogged up to the door. There was a window right next to the door, and the shades were open, so he glanced in. Much to his surprise, he could see the couch from where he stood, and there sat Goku, Bulma fast asleep in his arms. Yamcha sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, unable to tear his eyes from the scene.
~*Did you ever love somebody?*~
Goku brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, and smiled down at her, before looking at the TV once more, pressing a button on the remote, and standing from the couch. He pulled the blue-haired woman into his chest, and carried her to her room. As silently as he possibly could, he laid her down on her bed, and pulled the covers up over her chest, before exiting the room. He took the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen sink, turned out the lights and locked the front door, before walking back into the room where Bulma lay and crawling into bed beside her. He resisted the urge to pull her close to him, and instead scooted as far as possible to the other side of the bed. Placing as much distance as possible between the two of them. He finally relented, and kissed her forehead gently, before scooting back to his side of the bed, and after staring at her for what seemed like an eternity, he finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
~*Like I love you*~
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Wowzers! That was a long booger, wasn't it? Ok, you know the deal people, r/r and I'll get the next chap out as soon as I can. Oh, and I'm looking for fanart for this ficcie, so if anyone's interested, lemme know... And if anyone wants me to email them when I update, lemme know that too, either stick it in a reivew, or email me, and I'll get you added. :) Ok, I'm gonna go rest my aching hands now... Love ya!