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A/N: This chapter is pretty uneventful. Sort of boring, I kind of got writer's block. But next chapter will be better, I promise.

-chapter eleven-

Lunch was bland. Very bland, boring. Actually, the words that most describe lunch are "painfilled thinking", but boring nonetheless. For at least two, of course. Goku and Krillin couldn't figure out why everyone was so sad, but they had an idea. Chichi and 18 spent the time deep in thought with each other, trying to find out ways to get Vegeta to forgive Bulma and realize she really does like him. Bulma didn't eat anything, even when her friends, even Goku and Krillin, urged her to eat something. She mumbled, "I'm not hungry," and picked at her hot dog with a fork, almost violently poking holes in it. Vegeta shoveled his food down, staring blankly ahead. He finished very early and left to only God knows where.

"What's going on!?!" Goku exclaimed in the middle of the quietly eating table. "I want to know things, guys!"

"Yeah, me too. 18, why are you and Chichi whispering like that and why is Bulma not eating?"

18 raised an eyebrow and Bulma, and Bulma gave her a dead look back, mouthing I don't care. 18 went off into detailed explanation of what had happened earlier that day, and at the end Krillin looked at Bulma sadly. "Sorry, Bulma. I guess you two got yourselves into quite a mess, huh?" Bulma only put her head on the table.

"Now I know why Vegeta's acting so weird too," Goku said thoughtfully, chewing on his piece of brownie, "He had a few chances to insult me a few minutes ago and he didn't say a thing."

"What's next?" Bulma mumbled to Chichi.

"Free time, dear."

"Good." She got up and brought her tray up to the counter, then walked out of the cafeteria.

"I'm really worried about her, you know."

"I know."

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Bulma walked over to the hammock she had been resting in earlier that morning. She climbed in and curled into a little ball, wishing she had never come here and that she was at her house with her friends, swimming or something. She afternoon sun was blocked from her because of the trees, and she was grateful for that.

She was still partially in shock of how stupid she could be. How could she say those things about him? He hated her now, she was sure. So what was she supposed to do now, just forget about him? Yeah, right, like that would work. Bulma moaned. Her stomach hurt. Bulma felt like her insides where caving in. How could she? I'm not going to forget that look he gave me anytime soon. He looked so hurt. I can't believe this . . . I'm so stupid. I am so stupid.

"Bulma?"

She looked up and sighed, stretching out on the hammock. "Yes?" It was Carlos, the chubby boy Krillin thought had a crush on Bulma.

"Um, I saw you laying on the hammock, and you didn't look so good. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Carlos."

"I doubt that."

Bulma sighed. Kami, why did everyone have to be so nosy? She wasn't mad at him, she wanted some time on her own for a change. "Ok, so I'm not fine, but I'm a little busy now."

"Doing what? Thinking on the hammock?"

"Ug, I . . . how can I help you, Carlos? Is there anything you need?"

"No, but how can I help you?"

"By going away."

"Come on, I know something's bothering you."

She sighed. "Alright, if you must know it's something with a friend."

"Just a friend? You mind if I sit down?"

"No. And no he's not just a friend."

Carlos wasn't shocked at that, though he felt saddened by the thought. But he squished his feelings for the moment. Maybe he could help this girl. "I see. It wouldn't happen to be Vegeta, would it?"

"Yes it would. How smart of you."

"Something he did or you did?"

"Me."

"What?"

"Why do you want to know, seriously?"

"Because, you've gotten your friends POV on this, but not a guy's. All guys think on the same basis, no matter how different they are."

"Alright." She went on to explain what she had said and when Vegeta heard the conversation. She felt awful all over again, and the pained smile he gave her floated unwelcome through her mind.

"Oh. Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"Do you think if I knew, I would be here?!?"

"Why don't you just talk to him?"

Bulma looked at him like he had grown three extra arms. "Yeah, that'll be the day."

"Seriously, why don't you?"

"Because! He . . . " But Bulma couldn't think of any good reason why not to. "He . . . probably won't listen, or won't believe me, or . . . something."

"Then show him you still like him."

"How would I do that?"

"I don't know everything. Ask him if there would be anyway to make it up to him. Just try it."

"I don't know, Carlos . . . that's asking a lot . . . "

"Yeah, well I have no doubt you two will be together in a week."

Bulma smiled. "Thanks, Carlos. I owe you one. I think I will . . . maybe. But, right now, since I'm feeling way better, I'm going for a swim. Thanks a lot!" She hopped off the hammock and skipped off to find 18 and Chichi. Carlos smiled after her. Gods, he loved that girl.

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"Do you think she'll be ok? I mean, she hasn't been eating anything and she's stressed and -- "

"Chi, this is Bulma here. She and her dad own the biggest company in the world. She knows how to handle stress."

"Yeah, but still . . . "

"Hi you guys!" Bulma came into the room, smiling.

"Holy crap, what happened to you?"

"I had a talk with a friend, and I feel way better now. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to talk to him about it."

"Are you sure? I mean, what are you going to say?"

Bulma shrugged. "No idea. But I will and I'll make it better, you'll see."

"Well," 18 said, shaking her head in partial relief, "I believe it. Do you want to come swimming with us, Bulma?"

"Sure. Why not?" She walked over to her bag and pulled out a suit. True, it wasn't her favorite one, she was saving that for a special occasion. She didn't need to look good for anyone today. Except Vegeta, she reminded herself but he probably won't be there.

It was a modest one piece, that criss crossed over her back and had little purple and blue flowers on it. She was about to go all the way to the camp bathroom to change, when something hit her. "You guys!" She exclaimed, smacking herself on the forehead and leaping over to her bag. She pulled out a small little pill. "It's a capsule bathroom! It'll fit perfectly right over here . . . " She threw it and it made a pop noise and a lot of smoke. When it cleared, there was a wall with a little door and a sign that said, "Come in, I'm empty."

"I forgot all about it! Now we don't have to walk all the way over to that other bathroom. It has a shower and a toilet and a sink and a mirror, all the good stuff you need." She smiled and walked in. The little sign now said, "Wait your turn, someone's in here."

After everyone was finished changing, Bulma slipped a pair of low rise shorts over her suit and grabbed her towel and flip flops. She put on her sun glasses just in case she felt like sun bathing. "C'mon you guys," she said, opening the door. 18 walked up and after her came Chichi, trying to walk and put on a sandal at the same time.

Walking across the field was a hard job. Some of the immature boys from their last class had come up to them.

"Hey babe, what'chya doin'?" One of the larger ones said to 18.

"Trying to ignore you," she spat back icily, looking straight ahead.

"Aw, c'mon! Lighten up, babe."

Goku and Krillin had walked up to them. "Hey 18, you girls are swimming too -- " Krillin looked from 18 to the much larger boy next to her. "18 . . . " he said slowly.

18 shot him a sharp look and she said simply, "Tell him to leave me alone, please."

Krillin nodded. "Hey, fellas, you need anything?"

The little one nodded, "Yeah, David here," he pointed at the large boy, "wants to go out with that blonde girl."

"Oh, well that's too bad. She's already taken. What's your name, kid?"

"Steve. And don't tell me you're going with her?"

"As a matter of fact I am."

Steve burst into laughter while big old David looked dangerously at Krillin.

"Alright, well, now you know she's taken so if you'll just leave we'll all be grateful."

"We ain't leavin' so fast, shorty," David said, walking up to Krillin. He was a few feet taller and about a few feet wider as well.

"Boys, boys," Krillin said calmly, holding up his hands, "there's no need to fight. After all, I don't want to use force." By this time, Goku, Chichi, Bulma and 18 had all sat down on the grass.

"You wanna make us leave, little man?"

Krillin sighed. "I guess I'll have to. Which way would you boys be going to? How about over there?" he said, pointing to his left. They looked and Krillin shot underneath David and grabbed him by the foot, picking him up into the air upside down.

"Hey! Lemme go!"

"Sorry man!" Krillin swung him around and let go. He flew fifty feet over to the left. "You want a turn?" he said to Steve, who quickly ran after David. Krillin flew back down and landed next to 18. "People these days." 18 giggled.

"Let's just go swimming, ok?" Bulma said, starting towards the beach.

The water was freezing, but they still pushed each other in and jumped off the raft. No one noticed Vegeta sitting underneath a tree, watching them play happily. Look at her, so careless. I guess she really doesn't give a crap about me. He put his head back against the tree and sighed. Hey, who needed her anyway.

I know, I know! It was b-o-r-i-n-g. No need to rub it in. Hopefully, I'll try my hardest, the next chapter will be all that and a bag of potato chips, ok? Ok! Oh yeah, mailing list is . . .

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