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A/N: Ok, this is going to be a really looooong story. I'm already on chapter sixteen and defiantly not far. But that's ok . . . right? *nervous cough* R-right?

-chapter sixteen-

The next month came and went, and Camp D proved more to be like school everyday, with the exception of free time. Nothing new surfaced except laughter when in the middle of the second week, 18 and Krillin were caught making out behind the gym by Mr. Keith. Not a pretty sight. 18 and Krillin were both made to give up two days of free time, and a lecture about controlling their hormones from Mr. Keith.

But Chichi had started to become less and less involved with things, and it bugged 18 and Bulma to no end. They decided together to confront her about it.

"Chichi?" Bulma said, walking into their cabin after astronmy. Chichi looked up at her from her bed and quickly hid something under her pillow. Bulma and 18 sat down next to Chichi.

"What's that?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Please. Now tell us why you've been so isolated lately."

"It's nothing, really. I just . . . "

"Bull! You don't want to do anything! You just come in here during free time and you don't want to go swimming, you don't want to play games . . . you don't want to do anything. What's up with you?"

Chichi sighed and pulled out a small vile from under her pillow. "This."

"What is it? Was this what you were spending all your time on?"

"Yes. It is a potion developed for Bulma." Chichi turned to her friend. "You know how you complain sometimes about your wings?" Bulma nodded. "Well, if you take this it will create space in your back to hid them. It's painless, no side effects, and it doesn't increase your back size a bit. It sort of shrinks your wings, then sucks them in. Wanna try?"

Bulma took the vile full of green emerald liquid. "You're sure there's no side effects . . . right?"

"Absolutely. Go on, it's harmless."

Bulma brought the vase up to her lips and down it in one gulp. It had no taste but instantly she felt her wings tingle. They, as she said, began to shrink a little and a second later they folded up and snapped into her body. Bulma reached behind her and it was weird feeling the absence. She stood and wobbled a little.

"It will take a while for you to get used to that. But isn't that a little better?"

Bulma grinned and nodded. For once in her life, she was normal.

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Bulma didn't use Chichi's potion again, though. It was just too weird without her beloved wings. The next day at lunch, 18, Chichi, and Bulma were in the middle of a discussion about astronomy homework, when it was mail call time.

"Bulma Briefs, you have a letter." Bulma went up to get it and it was thick. She had only sent a small, short letter to her parents, but this one was long.

She ripped open the envelope and with Chichi and 18 reading over her shoulders it said;

Dear Bulma dear,

How is camp? I hope you're having fun, but you're father isn't too happy with you right now. The stocks are stable and the company's fine, don't worry. You're father was on the brink of discovering a new laser system for eye treatments, when he got a call from Chichi's father. I'm not sure what it was about, but he will have his say in a minute. I made cookies for you, they should be there any day. You're favorite, chocolate chip. You're father is pestering me to let him write, so I love you, dear!

Your favorite Mother.

Bulma,

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?????? I KNOW YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND THANKS TO CHICHI! I'LL KILL HIM! WHERE IS HE? WHO IS HE? You're mother won't let me write any more, but I'm watching you. I'll find out who your boyfriend is and he'll wish he never laid eyes on you.

Anyway, I almost have that eye laser finished. Kitty sends his love.

Love you much,

Dad

p.s. If he hurts you, hunny, I'll kill him.

18 burst out laughing and Bulma set her angry glare at Chichi. "You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you."

Chichi laughed nervously. "Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Bulma sighed. "I guess so. It's ok, I'll just have to warn Vegeta to sleep with his eyes open." At the sound of his name, Vegeta looked over.

"What?" Bulma held out the letter to him, and he chuckled while reading it. "Hilarious."

"Hey, at least he loves me."

All of a sudden, there was the loud tone of a microphone moving too close to a speaker. A few people screamed, and everyone covered their ears. "Sorry, sorry kids," Jesse, the man who announced the Tournament four weeks back. "Anyway, I have a few announcements to make. At the end of July, this month, your exams will ensue. August will be more of a relaxed month, for those who passed their exams, of course," he added with a nasty grin. "Middle of August will hold our end of the year school dance and at the end will be another Kazeah tournament. That's all."

Whispers soon grew into buzzing as people commented about the outrageous date of exams and about the dance and the tournament.

"Another tournament?" Chichi stated, exhaling loudly. "Great. But that dance sounds fun! I can't wait."

"Are you gonna eat that?" Goku said, pointing to Chichi's apple. She shook her head.

"Nah, have it."

Bulma started to cough. 18 looked at her friend. "Hey, you alright?"

Bulma nodded, still coughing.

"That doesn't sound good."

"I'm . . . I'm ok," she said, clearing her throat. She stood to go bring her tray up to the window, but a hand went to her head and she quickly sat down again, breathing heavily.

"You sure you're ok?" Goku said worriedly.

"Um, ye-yeah. I'm ok." She rubbed her face and stood shakily, walking up slowly to the window. All eyes were on her as she came back quickly, wobbling around a little. She sat down at the table and put her head in her hands. Chichi moved over next to Bulma.

"Hey, don't do this to us again, girl. If you need to, I'll take you to the nurse."

Bulma nodded. "Yeah, I . . . yeah."

Chichi straightened up. "Guys, I'm taking Bulma to the nurse, ok?"

"I'm coming."

"Me too!"

Everyone ended up coming with. 18 offered to help Bulma there, but she shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I'll get some medicine and we can go to class."

"Does your head hurt?"

Bulma shook her head. "No, but I have this really sharp pain in my leg."

"Is that all?" Bulma raised an eyebrow at 18.

"Since when did you become Miss Doctor?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to help."

Bulma nodded but before she could put her foot down she collapsed. "Bulma!" Bulma sat up, shaking.

"I'm . . . I'm fine," she managed, trying to get up but wincing as she stepped on her right leg.

"C'mon, girl! Knock it off! You are not fine! Now let me help you."

Bulma shook her head. "No, really I'm ok. My leg just sort of hur -- "

"For Kami's sake, woman," Vegeta said impatiently, scooping Bulma up in his arms. She squealed and tried to pull herself away. "No you don't. Now quit squirming because I'm not letting you go. You are way too slow. Come on," he said to the others and started to fly towards the nurse's cabin, 150 yards away.

Vegeta set Bulma down on the nurse's front porch, holding her up with one hand and knocking on the door with the other. The nurse, who's name was Mrs. Jacobs, opened the door. "Hello kids, how may I . . . you again?" she said not unpleasantly, seeing Bulma. Bulma shrugged. "What's the matter this time?" Mrs. Jacobs asked, leading everyone inside.

Bulma sat down on a couch next to Vegeta. "I just need some Aspirin . . . "

"Gosh, girl! Mrs. Jacobs, she's dizzy, her right leg is killing her, and she coughs for five minutes straight, but that's a secret and she doesn't want you to know." Bulma shoot an angry look at Chichi, who had her arms crossed.

"Is all she says true?"

"Um, yes."

"You do look a little flushed, dear. Are you cold?"

"Now that I think about it . . . it is a little cold in here."

"I don't think so."

"Me neither."

"Well," Mrs. Jacobs said, rising off the wooden chair. "I'll get the thermometer."

Bulma ended up having a temp of 100.4.

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Ok, I'm so sorry that some of you had to read this again!!!!! I can't believe I posted this one instead of chapter 13. I feel so stupid that I did that . . . well, thank you so much for being patient and reading this over again . . . I did add something . . . but thanks!

DarkStar

SPECIAL THANKS GOES TO JEN WHO TOLD ME ABOUT MY SCREW UP! I LOVE YOU, GIRL!