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A/N: Hello! I am sick. Yes, stomach flu sick. And I thought, hey, since I am puking every other minute, why not write while I'm at it? My tummy hurts…ok, I'll shut up. I talk way too much, you know that?

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Chapter Seven

Bulma giggled to herself as she walked quietly into her cabin. She crawled over Chichi, who swatted at her, but missed, and snuggled into her bed. "You guys wouldn't believe what just happened!"

18 grumbled and rolled over. "Try me."

"Ok, you know that girl that I told off waiting in line yesterday?" Chichi grunted. "Well, she was talking about me and saying stuff that was totally stupid, so I let her have it."

"You didn't go and beat her up, did you?"

Bulma laughed. "No, it was better." She retold the whole incident. By the time she finished, all three girls where snickering. Bulma put her hands behind her head and suddenly changed the subject. "It's weird how Goku and Krillin asked you guys out so soon. They must really like you (a/n: *wink at a certain reviewer…you know who you are…). I mean, to ask you out when they've only know you for a few hours!"

Chichi sighed contently. "I don't know, but it doesn't bother me."

18 yawned. "Me neither." Bulma suddenly wished she hadn't brought up the subject and hoped they would leave it at that, but 18 propped herself up on her elbows and looked out the window. "Why doesn't Vegeta…" she began.

"I don't know," Bulma answered and she sighed. "I guess he just isn't like that. But, I don't want to get all sad about it so I'm not going to think about it and neither are you." Bulma rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes. 18 shrugged and complied.

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"Mornin'." Chichi groaned and put her pillow over her head as someone sat down on her bed.

"Hurry up, Kakkarot. You too Krillin."

"Since when are you all bent out of shape like this? What're you afraid of? Getting in trouble?" Bulma heard someone growl, but was too groggy to tell.

"I'll have you know that I couldn't care less if that fat squeaky bitch walked up right now. But I have better things to do."

Bulma curled up in a ball and put both of her pillows on each ear to block out the sound. It didn't work. "God damn it! I'm trying to fucking sleep! Just shut up already!" She finally woke up enough to figure out who was disturbing her beauty sleep, and she growled. Vegeta chuckled.

"It wasn't my idea of coming in here, onna." Bulma made an exasperated noise and crawled unceremoniously over Chichi and Goku and stood with one pillow in hand, fuming.

"I don't freaking care! Just go away!" She chucked the fluffy pillow at him and he caught it easily.

"I'm sure you didn't mean to do that, woman. Your just angry. PMS, maybe?" Bulma stomped over to him, grabbed the pillow out of his grasp, smacked him in the face with the pillow for good measure, and crawled back over 18 and Krillin into bed.

"Now you all better shut up before I really get mad." And she squashed the pillow on her head.

"Chichi, is Bulma always like this?" Goku whispered in his girlfriend's ear. Chichi shrugged.

"Depends. Now, you guys better go before that crabby lady comes and you guys get in trouble." She smiled warmly and pecked him on the cheek. "Thanks for coming to say hi to me."

"Yeah," 18 yawned, "you guys should go. See you at breakfast, Krillin." She pushed him off her bed and he caught himself before he fell. She smiled and winked and Krillin turned bright pink.

"Bye."

After the guys had left, Chichi let out a long breath. "Sheesh, Bulma," she commented, poking at Bulma's back, "that was a little bitchy." 18 only nodded. Bulma sat up and smiled warmly.

"Hey, they chose to mess with me in the morning. But I'm happy now, so it doesn't matter. Did you have a good night's sleep?" 18 nodded but Chichi flushed.

"Um, yes," she mumbled and began rummaging through her bag noisily.

Bulma walked over to Chichi and sat down on the wood floor. "So, Chi…have any dreams?" Chichi coughed and shrugged. Bulma was about to press on when Chichi shut her bag loudly.

"You know what, Bulma?" she yelled and both Bulma and 18 were taken aback. "I am sick of this! Can't I ever have something to myself??? Yes, ok? Yes, I had a dream about Goku! But get your head out of the gutter! It was not what you think! For your information, we were eating ICE CREAM AT PIZZA HUT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" She got up angrily, picked up her handful of clothes, and stomped out the door.

Bulma looked at 18. "Um, somehow I did not see that coming…" 18 shrugged. Bulma bit her lip and went to her large bag of clothes to find something to wear that would look good in front of Vegeta. 18 walked quietly out the door with her clothes to the bathroom a football field away.

"Ice cream at pizza hut…?" Bulma wondered out loud.

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The time Bulma got dressed and all, breakfast was ready to be served. She sat down uneasily next to 18, and kept shooting glances at Chichi. Chichi smiled a lot (at Goku) and totally ignored Bulma, like she wasn't even there.

"18, did Chichi say anything about me while I was dressing?" Bulma whispered into 18's ear. They both quickly looked at Chichi, and she was smiling away, talking to Goku.

18 shook her head. "All she has been doing is grinning at him," she said, jerking her head in Goku's direction. "Nothing about you, I don't think. What do you suppose brought that on this morning?"

Bulma sighed. "I don't know. I hope she isn't too mad at me." Both girls quickly looked up when Krillin arrived. He sat down next to 18.

"Hi Krillin," Bulma said quietly. He smiled warmly and nodded. She noticed that 18 winked at him, but this time he didn't turn red. He just winked back. Bulma put her head on the table and moaned. Why did everyone have to get all mushy? She put her head up just in time to see Chichi kiss Goku on the cheek. She didn't even want to see his reaction.

"I think I'm going to be sick," she said to 18 and walked out of the room.

"Bulma? Are you ok?" 18 called after her, but Bulma kept walking.

When she got outside, she stretched her wings and rubbed them tenderly. "I think I slept on them wrong. Again." Her mind wandered to the morning before when she had used Chichi's concoction. It tasted like Pepto-Bismol, but worked.

Bulma strolled along the green lawn, pulling out her sunglasses from her pocket. The sun was warm and sure bright. She looked around and saw two trees with a small hammock suspended in between. She walked towards it.

The hammock was wonderful. It was very cool in the shade and very comfortable. Come to think of it, she wasn't really that hungry. She could do until lunch. Just don't fall asleep, Bulma, she told herself.

After a half an hour of laying in the sun and thinking about nothing, something hit her. Literally.

"Hey! What the heck?" She shouted and picked up the rock that had hit her, hard, in the arm. She propped herself up and looked around angrily. She was having a nice, comfortable time, when someone had to go pelt her with a rock. She heard a snicker from behind the boys bathroom and swung her legs over the side of the hammock. She stomped over to the bathroom and almost screamed at who she saw. Yamcha.

"What the hell is your problem, you moron! Can't you see I was comfortable???" Bulma yelled. Yamcha stood up. He was a few inches taller then her, and stronger then her in her current form. But he couldn't fly. Haha, Bulma thought.

Yamcha grinned smugly. "Yeah, I saw you were comfortable. Why do you think I threw the rock?" Bulma made an exasperated sound and crossed her arms.

"You jerk!"

Yamcha laughed. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know, I might just get Vegeta to beat your ass again!"

Yamcha's smile turned to a scowl. "That bitch just got lucky, that's all. I could kick his ass with my arms behind my back."

"You want to bet on that?"

He swallowed audibly. "No, but I could. Or I could kick yours and see how your boyfriend likes it."

Bulma growled and took a step back. "Don't get too cocky there, stupid. You don't have a clue how strong I am. And he isn't my boyfriend!"

Yamcha put a hand up to his chin and put on a thoughtful expression. "Ooh! So that's why he sticks up for you! Well," he said with a smirk, "he's not here to protect you now."

Bulma put her hands on her hips. "I don't need him to protect me. I am just fine by myself. But I can't believe you would lower yourself enough to pick fights with girls!"

"I am not doing this because I want to…wait, let me rephrase that. I want to, but most I'm going to beat you 'til you can't walk is because Eva wants me to."

Bulma smirked. "Who? Your cow girlfriend, farmer boy?"

Yamcha clenched his teeth at the memory of the day before.

"Your right," Bulma teased, "cows don't fight very well, do they? They need their farmer to do it for them."

"Shut up!" Yamcha yelled and swung at Bulma. His aim was perfect. She flew back into the cement wall of the boys bathroom and hit it with a sickening crunch, before sliding to the ground.

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You know what? I think that was my first baby cliff hanger. Aw…ok, I went through all my chapters and fixed my grammar errors. I uploaded the new versions. They aren't any different, I just changed where the word are. Like, instead of…

Bulma growled in response. Goku smiled.

"Oh really now."

It would be like this.

Bulma growled in response.

Goku smiled. "Oh really now."

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