Disclaimer: So I know that my last story was really short. I promise to contain the urge to spill my wonderful idea to anyone for this story (*wink* with a few exceptions, of course…) and be as descriptive and elaborate as my impatient mind will let me be. Okie dokes? Kay…now, I hope you enjoy this and for the first…aw, maybe two chapter things will be a little confusing. I planned it that way so don't get all yelly at me, alright? Now that we have that straightened up…wait…oh…heh…heh…this is under the "Disclaimer", isn't it?

A/N: I don't own much…dog food…brains…intestines…and my sister…you want her? @}-- aw, a flower too…if-if you look-look sideways…*turns head sideways to look at the screen*

AND THIS FACE: -._-' SEE IT?? SEE IT?? IT'S MINE! GOT IT BUSTER?!? *ahem* anywho…shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi, the girl who's hard to get…shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi, but you can win her yet…*-._-'*

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It Takes All Kinds…

Chapter One

Bulma yawned and hastily rolled over as the sharp morning sunlight pierced through her eyelids. But someone just happened to be there…

"Ow!" She quickly rolled back to her imprint she had molded in the soft mattress the night before."Sorry Chi! I sorta forgot…" Chichi groaned and pulled the comforter over her head. Bulma shrugged and swung her legs over her side of the bed, but not before looking to the spot on the other side of Chichi, which was empty. Her other best friend, 18, was doing push ups on the floor.

"What're you on?" Bulma asked with another jaw breaking yawn.

"434," the blonde haired beauty grunted. Bulma stretched and stood, massaging her stiff wings tenderly.

"Hey Chi," she asked over her shoulder as she fluttered her wings lightly to wake them up, "where's that stuff you made yesterday? You know, the stuff that relieves morning stiffness. I think I slept on my arm wrong." Chichi's only reply was a muffled snort and she shifted underneath the blankets. "Never mind then, I bet training is better then any potion you can make…" Bulma had a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she strolled over to her closet. Chichi sat up and with a death glare at her friend, pointed to the window sill where a small bottle sat. Bulma grinned. "Thanks."

Bulma picked up the small bottle and a spoon on her desk. The dark pink liquid spilled out in an uneven flow onto the spoon. She stole a glance at 18, who was still doing her push ups but looking at Bulma, waiting for her reaction. Bulma eyed the pink goop, closed her eyes, and downed it in one gulp. At first a sour look displayed across her face, but soon she shook her head and smiled. A flicker of white-blue light crackled down her body for a second, and she grinned and cracked her knuckles.

"Good stuff, only it could use sugar or something…You know," Bulma said thoughtfully, "It kinda reminds me of Pepto-Bismol…" She laughed and dodged the pillow sent towards her by Chichi. "Just kidding, Chi."

At 10:00 am, an hour later, Chichi finally got out of bed, 18 finally stopped her push ups at a simple 1,000, and Bulma finally picked out an outfit to wear.

"Well, we have to make a good first impression, right?" she rambled on after throwing shirts after pants onto the floor into an ever growing pile. "I mean, we are going to be there all summer, right?" 18 just rolled her eyes and Chichi yawned. "Ah," Bulma sighed, holding out a grey tank top with purple flowers on the front, and a black pair of shorts with matching purple flowers on the bottom. "See, not too bitchy , but not too modest," she beamed, throwing the outfit onto the messy bed. Chichi and 18 raised an eyebrow in unison as Bulma skipped back to the closet. "Now for my socks and shoes…" They both snorted and Bulma laughed. "Just kidding…"

"Bulma, dear!"

Bulma froze in mid-step as her mother's bubbly voice floated up towards Bulma's room. "What?" Bulma called back plainly as she strode over to bathroom. Chichi and 18 walked over to Bulma's other walk in closet and emerged with two huge bags each, full of clothes and personal things of that sort to last a whole summer.

"Bulma! Your driver will be here in fifteen minutes, sweetie!" Bulma didn't answer but fluttered up to the sink. She landed lightly and sat cross legged. She began to poke and preen at her hair and she finished in five minutes, record breaking speed for her.

While Bulma did her hair, 18 and Chichi engaged in conversation.

"You know what I hope?" Chichi asked out of the blue and 18 turned her head to look at her friend.

"What?"

Chichi dazed off, her eyes glassing over as in thought. "I hope I meet my prince in shining white armor, or 'the guy of my dreams', to be more modern."

18 cleared a space out of the papers and sat down on Bulma's desk. "Yeah…I guess I could use a man. But he has to be strong, or it's no fun," 18 grinned and Chichi gave her a sickened look.

"Aw 18, I didn't need to know that…But you know what else?"

18 shook her head and Chichi sat next to her, the desk barely phased between the two. "I think we need to get Bulma some one too. But not just anyone. A real guy, who isn't afraid of her…'wit' and isn't drooling over her looks, too."

18's thin lined lips curled into a smirk. (no, Vegeta isn't the only one who 'smirks'…)"Some one who can stand up to her…can match her word for word."

Chichi nodded. "Exactly."

18 shrugged. "Don't know one single flippin' guy. But that doesn't mean we can't keep trying…"

"Trying on what?"

18 and Chichi both turned their heads as Bulma walked into the room with her hands on her hips.

Chichi giggled and shook her head. "Oh…nothing," she sang.

Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Whatever. C'mon, let's get our things down stairs." Bulma sauntered into her walk-in and returned with two huge bags like the other two. Bulma kicked open her door as she had no free hands, and flew down the stairs, rather then tripping and falling on something. Chichi and 18 did the same.

"Oh hi, honey! I was just about to call you! Your driver's here." Mrs. Briefs ballooned into the room, embracing her daughter in a motherly hug. "I'll miss you, dear, and don't go meeting too many guys!"

Bulma snorted and returned the hug. "Yeah, whatever Mom."

Mrs. Briefs let go and smiled sweetly. "You have a nice time now, and don't forget to e-mail us! I'll have your father check every day."

Bulma picked up her bags again. "Mom, we are only trying out for the camp. We may not make it, you know…"

18 and Chichi nodded. "Oh, don't say that! I'm sure you will. Well, you three girls take care of yourselves and get a good night sleep and plenty to eat, okay?"

18 and Chichi smiled back awkwardly. "Um, okay." Bulma walked out the door, arms full, and up to the long black limo waiting outside. 18 and Chichi followed quickly, not really wanting to get caught up in Mrs. Briefs chatter. They tossed their luggage into the trunk of the limo, then they all slid in.

The limo was black inside, until the lights flickered and turned on with a barely audible click. The seats where of black leather, station in a large circle with an equally large space in the middle.

The car began to move and Bulma sighed as she laid down on the leather seats. "Man, I wish we could ride this all the way there," she said.

Chichi laughed. "Well, we would defiantly arrive in style." 18 and Bulma smiled. "I feel like I have to yell at you across a black desert or something just to talk to you."

Bulma cupped her hands around her mouth."Chichi! What? I can't hear you!" 18 rolled her eyes. Bulma suddenly remembered the conversation she stumbled upon when coming out of the bathroom. She decided to persue the subject. "Hey, guys? What were you talking about when I came out of the bathroom?" Chichi and 18 both giggled and Bulma sat up. "No, seriously."

"If you really want to know…"

"Of course I do! I wouldn't have asked if I didn't," Bulma snapped.

Chichi held up her hands in defense. "Dude, no need to get touchy."

"Sorry."

"Well," 18 continued, "Chichi was saying that she wanted to meet her, quote unquote, 'prince in shining white armor'." Bulma snickered and Chichi stuck out her tongue. "Anyway, I said that that would be nice, and she said we should find you a guy that isn't afraid of you."

Bulma laughed. "Good luck."

"There has to be someone out there that can come up with as cutting of remarks as you can."

"What's that supposed to mean…"

18 laughed. "Exactly what I meant it to."

Bulma smirked. "You wanna go?"

"Bring it." They both kneeled onto the middle of the floor and clasped hands.

"1,2,3,4! I declare a thumb war!" Each girl had a look of determination on their faces as Chichi shot around to each side of the match, cheering equally for each one.

"Go 18! Go Bulma!"

"Aha!" 18 yelled as Bulma tried to wretch her thumb out of 18's grasp. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10!" she counted quickly, "I win!"

Bulma let out the breath she was holding and gave 18 a fake death look. "Until next time. This limo isn't big enough for the two of us."

18 was about to say something when the driver's window lowered. "Ok, so if it isn't big enough for the both of you, why don't you just get out and get on the bus?" They all looked at his smiling face in surprise and turned a shade of light pink.

"Um…alright." Chichi and 18 got out quickly, and as soon as they were out, Bulma crawled over to him. "How much of that did you hear?"

The man laughed. "Enough." Bulma coughed loudly and the driver's booming chuckled filled the limo. "Okay, Miss Briefs, you should go now. Your parents would kill me if I made you miss the bus." Bulma smiled, embarrassed, and nodded.

"Kay, tell Dad I said bye."

"Will do." And Bulma climbed out after her friends.

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I hope you will enjoy this story as much as you did the other one! Ok, if I haven't already got you hooked, I guess I failed then. Ok, I will admit, I lied. Ok? This is not going to be a R story. A PG-13 but all you people ever read it R's and NC-17's! I mean, I have read a whole bunch of them and enjoy them very much, but they are the same thing that's here, plus and minus a few things. There's no lemon and just a little less swearing. But the major content is still the same thing. Please forgive me. *puppy dog eyes* But you have to understand…think about this. You have all read catgirl26's "Show Him How", no? That has like 2,000 reviews and if you look at all her other, lesser rated stories, they have much less reviews. It just goes to show…Ok, I promise you there will be no lemon in this. Alright? Good. And that song up there? You know, "shipoopi"? It's from "The Music Man" and I just happen to be that play so…don't ask, k?

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