Disclaimer: Don't own it…but I'm so obsessed with it you would have gotten that impression…

A/N: Ok, I'm hyped up now and I know when I'm high I have a tendency to ramble on about stupid things no one really cares about so…I'll just shut up while I'm ahead.

p.s. I am NOT high…ok, so maybe I am…on DBZ, that's what I'm high on…

On a serious note: I apologize completely but that last chapter (believe it or not) was simply torture to write, as well as the beginning of this one. I have decided not to go into detail. I will state the main idea of each section and that's all because I am really wanting to actually get on with the story. If you are interested in writing a section(s) for me, I will be more then happy to comply. Please, if you can help in any way it will be greatly appreciated…you will certainly get credit for it and people can see how well you write so…sorry…*shrug* Ok, if no one wants to, then I guess you'll all have to use your imagination.

All of these tournament areas writen in this chapter are owned by the respective authors. I didn't mess with them . . . ok, only one . . . except for just the grammar and all. Enjoy!

~ * ~

Chapter Five

_________________

Air

Written by Rez

________________________

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the blonde who had just slammed the door behind her. She had a few holes burned in her shirt by her stomach and her skin was glistening with sweat.

"Are you just going to sit there like the moron you are or are you going to give me the ball?" He sneered. 18 growled and chucked it at him.

"Here you go, all high and mighty. I hope you get some sense knocked into you in there…" Vegeta snorted and 18 retaliated, "Oh, how could I forget? You don't have any sense to begin with…" and she stormed off. He just shrugged and walked into the room.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Vegeta was near shocked at what lay a few feet ahead. The floor suddenly dropped, much like the cliff of a high mountain. When he shifted his gaze upwards, he beheld the sky, as if there was no roof to this room. 'Humph, what illusion is this supposed to be?' wondered to himself. Placing the ball underneath his arm, Vegeta took flight.


At first he was confused because there seemed to be no resistance. However, just as he was thinking this, the wind picked up. Extreme currents rushed against him, forcing even his unruly hair to be tossed in the wind. Vegeta began to struggle against the stress that pressed his body and he was forced to lose altitude.


However, he noticed that his thoughts were not entirely focused on the task of passing his 'test'. He kept thinking back to that faery, Bulma. 'I wonder how she would do in this level. She, being a faery, has probably flown since she was a child. She would be a natural at this.' (d'uh) Vegeta caught himself, again, thinking of the girl's ravishing beauty. The way her
hair shined in the sun, how her eyes sparkled when she spoke, how her . . . 'Whoa! What am I thinking?' he asked himself. 'I do not like this girl. She's a horrible shrew who's loud, annoying, simple, gorgeous, kind, soft…stop it!' he cursed himself again. I have to rid myself of these thoughts.

Vegeta instinctively flew higher and faster, seemingly begging for punishment. The wind's force blew even fiercer than before, and Vegeta refused to submit to it. The air was now so sharp as it begin tearing into his clothes.

Then, all of a sudden, several spirals of twisting air appeared. They seemed to hone in and target the saiyan. The funnels began to surround him and Vegeta had to fight to stay a flight. He began to sweat with effort as he fought the blasts of both heated and freezing air; and soon he felt himself losing control of his movements. The wind began to toss him around like a rag doll as his body was torn in different directions all at once.

Then, he did the unthinkable. Vegeta had dropped the ball.

As Vegeta looked down he noticed the blue sphere falling rapidly to the void that spanned beneath him. He cursed himself and quickly dropped down to retrieve the descending orb. When he caught up with it he swore at himself profanely. 'What is wrong with me? I can just imagine what the others would have thought if I had lost this blasted thing.' Vegeta took a strong grip of the ball in both hands and began heading once more to the rooms final destination. 'My, what Kakarott and Krillin would have thought. They would have surely mocked me for weeks.

As the door came into sight, Vegeta sighed in great relief. 'Finally', he thought. He approached the door and flew through it, ball, secure, in his left hand.


When he closed the door behind him he was faced with a flush Carlos waiting for the ball, and the chance to prove his worth. Vegeta effortlessly threw the ball into the waiting hands. He turned and headed towards his a tree to lie under while he contemplated further on the subject of the enchanting faery.

_________________

Knowledge

Written by Ellen

________________________

Carlos stared wide-eyed at the exhausted Vegeta.

"Here you are, Pudgy." He finally said with a smirk that was rather malicious and only half sane. He threw the ball to Carlos. It was an easy toss, but the boy missed it anyway. He tried to bend over to get it, but couldn't, so he got down on his knees instead. Vegeta gave him a disgusted look as he stretched his short body to it's full height and walked over to were the others were standing.

Every bone in Carlos's body shook as he reached for the door, in anticipation of the pain which was about to be inflicted upon him any second now. But to his surprise, it didn't come. It wasn't the least bit difficult, more like pulling open a normal door. He walked into a brightly lit room with white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor. He shivered having reached the conclusion that it looked like one of those rooms you place the sanely challenged in. Then another observation struck him. There was no exit. Only the door he had just come through. The only decor in the room were the 11 chairs made of a steel placed at the center. Two were in the middle of the ring, facing each other, and the remaining surrounded it. Not knowing what else to do, he gingerly walked over to one of them and sat down.

The moment he did so, a ghostly figure appeared in the one opposite him. The creature began to become clearer for a few seconds until he could see that in fact, it was a young woman, maybe no older that 20. She had long, black hair with soft, intelligent brown eyes. She was wearing a long, white dress that illuminated in the light. She was undoubtably the 2nd most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His mind tingled at the thought of the other girl even finer then this one. The ghostly woman's skin wasn't yet completely developed though. Or at least that was what he thought until he realized that she must be naturally pale. She gave him a brilliant smile and said in a musical voice: "Greetings, Carlos, my name is Lirael." (Lirael actually belongs to the author Garth Nix, but I wanted to put her in there because I like her. WHAT!?!? You've NEVER heard of Garth Nix?!?! Oh, he is the BEST writer. Lirael is the name of the book his character Lirael comes from. (Would you have ever guessed?) But really, you should read some of his books. ESPECIALLY LIRAEL and SHADE'S CHILDREN!!!!) He nodded tensely.

"Now for this round," she said, "You are to be asked five questions which I will give to you. Each will be harder than the next. Because this level is unlike the others, you will have an audience. She snapped her fingers and the other nine members of his team appeared in random seats, all with shocked looks on their faces.

"Carlos will be tested for his knowledge of the universe in this round. You are here to make it a little more intense." She said with a grin that was not unpleasant. The males in the circle were practically drooling. Chichi hit Goku sharply in the back of his head and there was a faint, "sorry." Vegeta was the only one who didn't think of that girl as so beautiful. He, like Carlos, had someone else on his mind . . .

"Well than, Carlos, here is your first question: What is the name of the planet we currently reside on?"

"Well, that's easy!" He said, sighing with relief. "Earth."

"Yes it is easy, and your answer is correct, but I assure you, they will not all be that docile." And with a second snap of her fingers, a section of the floor detached itself, and an equally sized hole in the ceiling opened up directly above them. The circle began to rise off the floor and stopped when it reached the second level.

"Well then," she said, in reaction to everyone's bewildered looks. "Second question: What solar system was recently depleted from our mass because its star blew up?"

"Umm.." he muttered. He knew he knew this one. It just wouldn't come to him. "The Dathro system." he said after a moment hesitation. Lirael smiled and snapped her fingers, hence causing them to repeat the previous.

"Alright. Third question: What are the different stages a star goes through before it turns into a black hole?"

Carlos's hair was now plastered to his chubby face. Now it was his turn to go pale. What was it? He knew it, he did. "Well, f-first, it's kind of a whitish-blue when it is born, then it turns white, then yellow, then red, then it turns into a black hole."

Lirael frowned. "The star is orange after it is yellow, and before it is red. We will proceed anyway."

Carlos hung his head in shame. How could he have missed that?

"Fourth question:" He then realized they must have reached the next level.

"What year was the Three-Way War, also known as the Serlevire War in?"

His eyes bulged he couldn't answer that. He didn't think he could. It was sometime in the 360's, he was sure of that. He could feel his team mates eyes all on him, just waiting for his answer. He quickly stole a glance at Bulma. Oh Kami, she was watching him with intense concentration. What if he lost? What would she think? Carlos's lucky number was six. "Might as well try that." he thought.

"366" he said, biting his lip in anxiety.

"You aren't some sort of remembrancer, are you?"

"What?"

"Never mind. All that matters it that you got it right. 'Kay?"

"O-okay." he choked, barely believing his luck.

The platform rised to the next level to meet Carlos's final challenge.

"Last, but certainly not least," she began. "The fifth question:

"Terrlin herbs and Whale's blood mixed together form what potion that cured the entire Xeyka population in the year 701?"

There was no doubt about this one. He did not know the answer. He looked around in desperation. Suddenly, Chichi caught his eye, but not before Bulma . . . Chichi gave him a "Duh" look. "Well of course you'd know" he thought to himself, "you're a
potion maker." Then it dawned on him. She had mentioned that very thing to him earlier outside the challenge rooms.

"DEW BLOOD!!!"

Lirael starred in shock at his outburst, but simply said: "You're a very intelligent boy. You should be proud of that" and, was gone. He grinned and looked expectantly at Bulma, who joined the rest (minus Vegeta) in cheering. Carlos' face turned bright pink.

"What now?" asked Krillin.

"Maybe we try the door." Said Goku.

The others nodded and made for the exit.

_________________

Voice

Written by Icesis

________________________

Carlos ran out of the room looking like he had a major headache, but that was nothing compared to the headache she was going to get. She grabbed the ball and ran to her part of the challenge. She walked into the room and looked around at her surroundings. The walls looked metal. She started to walk towards the center of the room when the suddenly she dropped the ball. As soon as it hit the ground loud echoing could be heard around the room. This made Chichi have to crouch down and cover her ears.

"Oh man this doesn't look so good for me….." The ball started to roll across the floor and stopped at the center of the room. She watched it the whole time. As soon as it stop she started to hear whispers in different parts of the room, but she couldn't make out what they were saying or where they were coming from. She twirled around in a complete circle from being scared and trying to locate the voices. When she turned around to a chair had appeared in the center of the room with the ball sitting peacefully next to it. Chichi stared at it for a couple of seconds as if it were about to bite her, but then realized that she was being timed and quickly but cautiously walked up to the chair. She tried to pick up the ball but it was stuck to the floor.

"SIT!!!!!" a booming voice called out of nowhere. She sat down instantly scared out of her wits. As soon as her butt hit the chair she could here small whispers again and were slowly getting louder. she couldn't figure out what her challenge was. She felt as if she was in the fear part.

"Ok Chichi put your head together ….ok I know that these voices have something to do with it since my challenge is well…….voice!" She listened closely to the rising voices. When they got to a point where she could hear somewhat of what was going on.

"Oh my gosh!!! They sound like 100 voice all talking at once!!!! What do I do?!?!?!?!?!?" She listened closer hoping for any indication that maybe the voices would tell her what to do, but she couldn't make out anything. The voices got to the point of normal hearing about a minute later, but they just started to give her a headache. The voices started to get louder and louder to the point she wanted to cry. She tried to get up from the chair but the chair was somehow holding onto her.

"AAAAAHHHHH" She screamed to try to block out the loudness. The only accomplishment out of that was a worst head ache and soar throat. She tightly put her hands on her ears as the sounds of voices continued to get louder. Then out of no where she heard a unmistakable voice. It was Goku his voice was calm and peaceful but seemed to drown out the other voices

"Chichi, calm down and think about the voices. Call them out as you recognize them and they will leave……." his voice started to fade out as he talked and the other loud voices faded in.

"Ok girl pull yourself together do it for Goku!" She started to study the voices hoping one in particular would stick out. 'Hey wait a minute what if I just call peoples names out! That might work!' she thought.

"Goku, Bulma, Vegeta, Krillin, 18,!!" but the more she called them out the louder the voices got. "OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH what am I going to do?" She decided just to keep quiet and let the voices talk and say them when she really heard them. 'Somehow this room must know I'm lying' Then she heard above all the voices.

"Chichi do pay attention in class!"

"Ahahahahahahaha, this is great that's my teacher Mrs. Matthews from 3rd grade!" then the voice disappeared. "Haha, this might be easier then I thought. Goku here I come! Hehe." for the next few minute she called out peoples names from her life. "Bulma! James! (don't ask I'm just adding names to go with her life. Like people she went to school with and stuff ) 18! Brandy! …….MICHAEL JACKSON?!?!?!?!?!?" and the list went on the voices stared to calm. She got down to one last voice that she could figure out. "It sounds so familiar…." It was a sound of soft humming. It was humming along with a tune to a song that she could have worn she's heard so many times!! Then it finally hit her. Her eyes weald up with tears.

"Mom………?" As soon as she said that the soft melody slowly faded away. "No mom don't leave me not again stay here please don't go. Not again!!" the voice finally died and Chichi was let out of the chair she tried to chase her deceased mothers voice. (in dbz we or I have never seen or heard of her mom so I came to the conclusion that she past away when she was young ) when the voice was no longer able to be heard she collapsed onto the ground crying. "No I have to stay strong , for the team, for Goku!!!!" She got up from the ground wiped her tears away and ran to the now able to pick up ball. She eagerly ran to the door and opened it passing it on to lee. Lee looked at her and asked if she was ok. "I'm fine hurry up! Be careful." she said as he started to run. She slide onto the ground and let out a sigh. that's when the headache hit her………….

_________________

Ground

Written by Ellen

________________________

Chichi's cheeks were a glowing pink as she tossed Lee the ball (which was now rather sweaty and unappealing), and they weren't from her makeup. She, like all the others before her, was exhausted. She looked happy though. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Goku seemed to think that giving her some "special attention" was necessary to make her feel better. Lee scowled upon looking at the two of them. He'd do anything to be in that position with Mindi right now. She was the most perfect girl he had ever met, or at lest the most perfect for him. But he had a job to do. One which he wasn't exactly enthralled with, but a job, none the less. He closed his eyes and reached for the handle to the room of the ground.

Lee was a logical person. He was smart, quick, and not terrible as far as looks went. He never had much to say though, so he wasn't frequently noticed. He opened his eyelids a crack as he stepped in. Afraid of what he might see, he closed them again. But to his surprise, nothing happened. He looked around, wide-eyed, at the vast tunnel that lay before him. All covered with normal dirt, grass and flowers. There also appeared to be a light shining down from somewhere, but he could conclude nothing as to were it was exactly. He suddenly changed to a brisk walk as he realized his doom lay ahead of him. He was still on guard though. He brushed his slightly overgrown brown hair out of his medium blue eyes so he could see better in the dim lighting.

'My tunnel must be longer than the others.' he realized after a few minuets of walking. He had already started to drop his defenses, but was haunted by the idea that maybe it was a test of endurance. A test to see is he could walk ten miles without collapsing or something.

He began to feel the ground moving rhythmically under his long, confident strides. He could feel it better and better as he proceeded. He allowed himself to be completely engulfed with this strange feeling under his feet. And the feeling kept growing stronger, and stronger until he stopped. Now he knew what his challenge would be.

Earthquake.

His heat started beating rapidly and his eyes grew huge as he sprinted towards the exit. The earthquake, however, was faster. The ground shook uncontrollably and he lost his balance, jamming his leg into a deep fissure Another powerful blow stirred the ground and Lee was forced deeper into it. Crying out in pain as it had caused him to twist his ankle.

'This has to be the most humiliating situation I've ever been in my whole entire life. What would his team members think? What would Mindi think?' He pictured her pretty smile in his mind. She was good at healing magic. So maybe he could get her to tend to his ankle. If he made it back. With this persuading thought in mind, he, with many moans and grunts of pain, dragged his leg out of the upturned earth. He hopped on his good leg for about ten seconds before he realized he could see the exit from were he was.

Limping, stumbling and tripping, he was able to conquer the short journey. He pulled open the door, and gasping for breath with blood trickling down his leg, he flung himself out of camp D's version of Hell.

Explanation: I haven't developed Lee's character yet so you get to do that. He must tread over an earthquake and things like that, dodging rocks and all. He has a crush on Mindi, so that's his go.

_________________

Fear

________________________

Nope. No volunteers for this one. I don't want anything because I wasn't originally planning on doing this one anyway. You'll see why later in the story.

~ * ~

After the tournament, each team went to go sit down in the auditorium where they had met before. Bulma shivered and pulled the soft towel closer around her shoulders. 18 and Chichi both had their arms around her. 18 was mumbling about her shirt and how she needed a new one and Chichi was complaining about having a headache. Mindi and Rae where still sniffling from their section, Fear, and it bothered Bulma to no end what was in that one! But the injection she had received beforehand prevented that. Damn needles… she had tried to tell Chichi and 18 about hers, but she couldn't. She knew perfectly well what had happened but every time she opened her mouth, nothing came out. And it was the same with all the other people.

They all sat down and Chichi smiled inwardly and looked behind her at Goku. He was so hot! His shirt stuck to him like a second skin and he pulled it off his broad, muscular chest a few times. He caught her staring, or rather admiring, and grinned. She flushed and quickly turned back around. Goku laughed. She is so cute. He took a look at her flowing black hair that was tied up in a rubber band. It swayed every time she turned her head, and he could smell the fruity shampoo she had used. He sniffed loudly and Krillin looked at him strangely.

What was he doing, sniffing the air? Krillin shrugged. Whatever. He looked ahead and beamed dreamily at the back of 18's head. Even that was perfect. She was so…hot. He just loved how she walked and acted and smiled and…he could go on forever. A thought suddenly jabbed into his mind and he grinned at it. Maybe…18 felt Krillin staring at the back of her head and she smiled and chuckled. No use hiding your feelings, little guy, she though to herself. He is so adorable. The way his face turned all red when she looked at him and he was so strong. She had arm wrestled him during the first time they where in the auditorium, before the tournament, and he had won. Barely. She didn't know one guy who could beat her…a normal guy, any way. She absentmindedly flipped her hair over her shoulder and she could hardly contain a smile when she heard him let out a sigh.

Is he looking at me? Bulma shifted uncomfortably on the bench. She put her hands on the edge of the metal seat, dangling her fingers over the side and leaning up against her arms. She fanned her wings delicately, for some reason hoping he would notice. But why did she care? He was stuck up and way too arrogant for her…wasn't he? She looked up at the ceiling, letting her hair flow down her back. He was so hot though…muscular and fit, washboard abs, gorgeous face. That shirt he was wearing…she involuntarily shivered and she could swear she heard a small chuckle behind her. No, I can't be thinking this, can I? But this isn't right. I…can't be falling for him…she wiggled her fingers and absentmindedly wrapped her wings around her shoulders. Vegeta studied her wings. They where strange, yet beautiful. They moved gracefully through the air and were like butterfly wings. He dully wondered if they contained that special dust actual butterfly wings had to help them fly. (a/n: which I don't know what it's called…) They were a exotic mixture of light and dark blues, blended together softly. She tipped her head back to stare at the ceiling and his eyes opened a bit more when a waterfall of beauty flowed down her back. She drummed her fingers on air and they where slender and the skin was a healthy tan color. What is up with me? Why is she doing this to me? I have never been this…fixated with another woman. She is different, and beautiful. But he reminded himself to never let anyone know that.

"Alright kids," Jesse, the man who had explained everything before called into the microphone for silence. After a few minutes, everyone quieted down. "Thanks. I'm sure you are all very excited to know who won. And here, in my hand, I have the results. In third place, was…The Blizzards!" There was cheering from one side of the room where a group of kids where yelling and jumping. "Second places…The Freaks!" Bulma yelled and gave everyone, except Vegeta, a high five and a few guys in the crowd whistled obnoxiously at the girls.

"Shove it!" Bulma yelled back irritably, but smiled back at Carlos, who seemed to blush and take a step back. She furrowed her eyebrows in wonder but shrugged and sat down.

"Alright, kids. We know the girls are pretty but you guys can stop hollering now." Bulma, Chichi, and 18 blushed. 18 giggled as she saw a girl in the audience smack her boyfriend on the back of his head. He just smiled apologetically and shrugged while rubbing the purple hand mark. "And the first place winners of the Kazeah tournament are…the Yo Momma's!" A group of boys and girls jumped up in the front and cheered and yelled. To Bulma great irritation, Eva, the girl she had met earlier that day, was in it. She gave Bulma a smug look and wrapped her arms around a boy with dark black hair and a scar over his eye. He wasn't that bad of a looker and she seemed to be teasing Bulma about not having a boy friend. Bulma growled angrily but Goku sat down next to her.

"Don't let that girl get to you, Bulma. She's just jealous, that's all. That your prettier then her, and you have better friends," he said, looking every once in a while at Chichi.

Chichi blushed and giggled, and 18 rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Goku, we know you like Chichi, so why don't you just come out and say it?" Now Goku blushed.

Krillin broke the silence. "Ok, if that guy doesn't have anything else to say…"

As if on queue, Jesse spoke up. "Don't go anywhere! I need you all to settle down for just a moment, okay? Thanks. Alright, some of you are wet and some of you are burnt and hot so I'm guessing you need to go change. After this, I want everyone to go to their cabins so we can send out the announcements and the letter verifying if you have made it in or not. It should arrive within twenty minutes so hand tight in there, then when it comes you may go to the Mess Hall and dining room to hang out until lights out. I want you all to behave, because that time will not be monitored by an adult, so we will not allowing fighting. Just get a snack or two and sit down in a chair and talk, alright? If there are any changes in schedule you will be notified immediately. Thank you and you may go to your cabins."

Bulma got up and stretched. "C'mon, girls. I hope I made it!"

Back in the cabins, Bulma plopped down onto her bed in the middle. She flapped her wings a little from nervousness. Chichi paced up and down, and 18 swore that if she kept doing it, she would pace a hole in the floor. Chichi grunted and sat down in a chair in the corner.

18 stared out the window with the strawberry curtain. "Hey, look!" she exclaimed, pointing outside. "Here comes somebody!" Bulma sat up and Chichi bit her lip.

Lanai walked into the room. "Hi, girls!" she said with a smile. Bulma laid back down again and 18 nodded and began to stare out the window again. "Do you want to know if you made it or not?"

Bulma jerked back up again. "You have it?"

She smiled, nodded, and held out a piece of paper. "Right here. Would you like me to read it to you?" Bulma, Chichi, and 18 nodded feebly. "Ok…Dear Miss's of Cabin six…I am regretful to say - " Bulma, 18, and Chichi groaned. "That 100 of the 200 here will be cut. Fortunately, you are three of the 100 that will…NOT be cut."

"YES!" Chichi smiled broadly and Bulma and 18 gave each other a high five.

"And it goes on saying the schedule and all. Here," she handed the note to 18, who couldn't stop grinning.

"Well, now that we finally know…hey, Lanai, why weren't you in our group?"

Lanai didn't stop smiling. "Oh, I just had to help with something, that's all. Now, you better get changed so you can go talk to those three boys your so fond of." All three girls blushed.

"Bulma, that outfit is really cute on you, and 18's."

"Yours is too," Bulma and 18 replied together to Chichi and they all laughed.

"I am in such a good mood!" Chichi sang and the other two nodded. "I hope Goku made it! Oh, I know he did. He's so strong, and hot and…"

Bulma laughed. "Don't go any further." They walked up to the Mess Hall and pushed the door open. There where small groups of kids, talking. Bulma, Chichi, and 18 walked over to a place with six chairs by the window in a corner. They sat down and began talking.

At least Chichi and 18 did…

"He's so cute! I hope he asks me out, that would be so great!" Chichi put on a goofy smile and closed her eyes. 18 snorted and Bulma giggled.

"Hey, babe. Your in my chair." Bulma turned around to face Eva's boyfriend. Up close he was pretty cute. But not as cute as…she mentally cut herself off.

"I don't see your name on it."

"How would you know? You don't even know my name."

"I don't care what you name is. Who would be stupid enough to put their name on a chair, anyway?"

"The name's Yamcha, babe, and that's my chair. But," he added with a sly smile, "You can sit on my lap if you want."

Bulma narrowed her eyes and growled. "Dream on. I'm too good for you. No wonder the girl you have is Eva."

Yamcha…that was his name, right? scowled. "Do I have to pick you up to move you, fairy girl?"

"Yeah, you do."

"Then I'll be more then glad." He reached down to pick Bulma up, but he yelled as something hit him head on and he flew into the wall. A quick hush came over the crowd and everyone looked to see. Bulma leaned her head over the side of the chair to see who had punched Yamcha and her heart did a freeze, flip, plop sort of thing. Vegeta was smirking with his arms crossed. He walked over to Yamcha and squatted down next to him.

"Keep your hands off. In fact, keep your hands off any girl."

"I'll touch my girlfriend all I want."

"I didn't say you couldn't touch cows." The whole crowed murmured "ouch" and "ooh, harsh." Yamcha growled and stood shakily.

Someone yelled, "You need some bandages for that burn, farmer boy?"

"You better watch who your talking to."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and walked to sit down in one of the six chairs. The crowd dissipated slowly into their own little groups again and Krillin and Goku walked over.

"What the hell was that??" Chichi whispered to 18.

"I don't know," 18 grinned, "but I think it was cute…" They both giggled and Bulma looked at them suspiciously.

Bulma moved her chair over to theirs. "Why did he do that?" She asked quietly and stole a glance at Vegeta. He was whispering to Goku and Krillin.

18 laughed. "I dunno…maybe because he likes you?"

Bulma frowned and Chichi giggled. "You know he wouldn't like me."

"Does that bother you?"

"Well…yeah, sort of."

"Ooooooh, some one has a crush on Vegeta!" Pause.

"So what if I do. It doesn't matter anyway. Like he would like me."

18 shook her head and patted her friend on the back. "Hey, there's a possibility for everything. We'll have to just make him like you."

Bulma bit her lip. "No, I don't want you guy doing that because what if it doesn't work? Then he'll hate me even more." She changed the subject. "What about you and Krillin, 18?"

18 shrugged. "I don't know. What about us. I like him, so? What about Chi and Goku?"

Chichi blushed. "But how could I not like him? He's so hot! And nice." All three girls giggled.

Krillin blushed a little at the thought and turned to see why 18 was giggling. "You guys, should I ask her out?"

Goku nodded happily. "I'll ask Chichi out of you ask 18 out."

A smirk played across Krillin's lips. "How about you, Vegeta?"

Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms. "What about me?"

Goku punched his pal playfully in the arm. "Aw, c'mon. We aren't stupid. We know you like her."

Vegeta bit his tongue. "Yeah, so. It's just a childish crush. I wouldn't waste my breath talking to her."

Goku grinned. "Then why did you hit that kid who was about to pick her up, huh?"

Vegeta fought to keep from blushing. "Because that idiot ass shouldn't be able to touch any girl."

Krillin shook his head. "Yeah. Right. Denial is the first sign, Vegeta…"

There was a pause, then Goku straightened his back. "I'll do it."

Krillin smiled. "Me too."

Vegeta shook his head. "Sorry to ruin your boy scout moment, but I'm hungry and I'm going to eat. I won't be the third musketeer in this one." And he got up, pulled out ten $10 bills, and strolled over to the candy machine.

~ * ~

I feel like such a bad author! :*( sad me. Okay, help?

Mailing list: tell me or email me.