A blue haired 12-year-old was knocking on a big brown door. "Hello?" a tall woman of about 28 opened it. "Bulma! How are you?"
"Hi Mrs. Ouji! I was just wondering if Vegeta was back from his camp yet?"
"Yes, he just arrived about 15 minutes ago. Come in dear." She hugged the little girl like a mother would, and then beckoned for her to follow. They went into the den, where Bulma waited for Mrs. Ouji to get her son.
A muscular boy with black hair that stood up like a flame came down the grand marble stairs.
"Vegeta!" the girl squealed as she ran up to her friend. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I missed you so much!"
"H-hi…B-Chan…could you please let go? I can barely breathe!" he choked out.
The girl just giggled and grabbed his hand. Two seconds later they were running out the door and into the Capsule Corp backyard.
"Excuse me mister? Where do you think you're going?" the woman from before appeared, a stern look on her face.
"Mom, I'm going over to Bulma's!"
"No indeed not. You just arrived and are already rushing off again. You will come eat dinner with your family. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am" he said with a sigh. "B-Chan I'm sorry. I have to go." Tears swelled up in her aqua colored eyes.
"Mom, after I eat dinner, can I go over to Bulma's?"
"I-I suppose. Gosh, you children today. Why, when I was little, I would spend all my free time with my mother. And look at me now!" she said with a smile. Vegeta just look embarrassed.
"See you in a bit B!"
"Bye 'Geta!" she yelled before taking off.
~Later that night~
"Hi 'Geta!" laughed 18. She ran up to embrace her friend. "Sit down! Tell us, what was it like at the camp?" they sat and talked about the camp for about an hour. By then it was about 9:45 on a Saturday, and they were already slightly tired from all the talking.
"Hey B, I have an idea! Let's all camp out in your backyard!" shouted 18.
"Alright! I'll go ask my mom, and you two go ask yours." They all went, and 15 minutes later were setting up their tent in Bulma's backyard.
After getting settled in, they decided to take turns telling ghost stories.
"…The gruesome sight would haunt their dreams for eternity." Bulma whispered.
Everybody's faces were considerably paler. Bulma was, after all, the best ghost story teller in the 6th grade.
A sudden noise outside made them all jump about 10 feet in the air. "G-Geta go check and see what that was." 18 stuttered.
He just rolled his eyes and opened the tent.
Whispering could be heard outside, and the two girls' eyes, which were as wide and horrified as they come, narrowed into cold slits when Vegeta came back in, accompanied by three more.
"Goku, Krillin, Chi! What's the big idea, scaring me and 18 half to death?"
They all laughed and sat down.
"Well, we went over to Geta's house, but his mom said he was over here. So we came over. Hope you don't mind!" Chi explained
"Nuh uh, it's fine. Hey! Why don't you three stay? Besides, us girls need some big strong guys to protect us." Bulma said with a wink.
So, after getting permission from their parents', the other three spent the night also. But, when they were all inside the tent again, they found it was rather cramped and stuffy.
They all took heir sleeping bags and brought them out to where a huge apple tree was. They decided to camp out in the open under the tree. For a while they talked, until Goku started to snore.
"I think it's time to go to bed." Bulma whispered to everyone.
Chi-chi snuggled up to her boyfriend Goku. Krillin lay down facing 18 (they aren't together yet). Bulma put her head down on Vegeta outstretched arm.
"Good night 'Geta." She whispered.
"Night B-Chan." He whispered back, before falling into a deep sleep.
~5 years later~
ZZZZRRRRRZZZZZRRRRRRR
An annoying, yet slightly muffled, sound rang throughout a colossal sapphire room. A beautiful pair of cerulean eyes opened slowly, the girl they belonged to sill half asleep.
"Bulma honey, time to get up!"
"Five more minutes" she mumbled sleepily. She looked over at her nightstand, where the noise was coming from. She eyed her pink alarm clock, which was under a stack of pillows. It must have gone off earlier.
She sat up slowly, yawning and stretching. She quickly found a cute outfit that consisted of a baby blue tank top and faded flare jeans. After a short shower, she got dressed and went down to breakfast.
"Good morning princess, how's my little birthday girl feeling on her special day?" said Bulma's dad, Dr. Briefs.
"Morning dad!" she said excitedly in reply. Her mind had totally slipped the fact that today was her 18 birthday.
"Hope you're hungry! I made you favorite!" came the happy tone of Bunny Briefs, Bulma's mom.
After quickly gobbling down all her meal, a horn could be heard outside.
"Got to go mom! Chi's here! I love you!" she yelled as she ran out the door.
"By sweetie have a good day!" her dad said to the disappearing figure.
***
"Hey guys!"
"Hi Bulma! Happy B-day!" squealed Chi-chi Mau, one of Bulma's best friends.
"Yeah happy birthday!" everyone else said at the same time.
"We got you a present!" Goku said goofily.
"Well I should hope so Goku-Chan!" Bulma laughed out happily.
"Krillin, would you do the honors?" 18 said to her boyfriend.
"Of course," he said with a bow, and a grin.
He walked off towards the corner farthest away from Capsule Corp. Five minutes later they all heard a grumble, and a shiny new silver Porsche entered the driveway.
"OH-MY-GAWD! ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUS?!" Bulma screamed. They all just nodded and cheered, except for Vegeta, who had his arms crossed and a *slight* smile on his face, however, he was nonetheless happy.
Bulma ran up to the car. It had shiny wheels with dragons engraved on the hubcaps, black leather seats, and all the accessories they could afford.
She started to cry, and ran to hug each one, and she kissed Yamcha on the lips.
"Happy Birthday babe. Hey, why don't you and I go out tonight? Alone" he whispered the last par into her ear.
Bulma giggled and blushed, then nodded.
She then looked back at her new car, then back to all her friends.
She started to cry again, but quickly hopped in the driver's seat. She beamed her perfect smile, before starting the ignition.
She slowly backed into the street. As soon as she was turned around, she floored it. Bulma gasped at how fast the takeoff was, but got used to it. She went around the block (which was pretty darn big) a few times, and then pulled into her driveway.
Yamcha got into the passenger seat, and they all drove to school.
***
(~That night~)
Bulma, with her arm looped around Yamcha's, Krillin, with his arm wrapped around 18's waist, Goku and Chi-chi, and 17, who was having a one-sided conversation with a frowning Vegeta, all walked into the new nightclub, Club Dragon.
They all walked to an area in the corner. A server came up to them. "How many in your party miss?" she asked to Bulma.
"Eight. The reservation is under Bulma Briefs."
"Ah that's right, the birthday girl!" she smiled and beckoned for them to follow her.
"Good evening! I am Judy, and I'll be your server today. Would you like to order your drinks now?" she asked as they sat down. They all ordered their beverages and started to talk.
A few minutes later their drinks arrived.
"So Yamcha, I thought we were going out alone tonight," Bulma said, dragging out the 'alone' part.
"We will, but first, we dance," He replied, bringing her out onto the dance floor.
Chi-chi and Goku, followed by 18 and Krillin, went to join Bulma and Yamcha. 17 was soon asked to dance by a pretty redhead.
Vegeta watched them for a moment. "I can't take this anymore" he said under his breath. He stalked out the door towards his car.
"'Geta where are you going?" 18 asked him, stopping him from leaving.
"I'm leaving. I can't stomach this," he spat out, pointing at Chi-chi and Goku, who were kissing back at the table.
"No. I know why you are really going." She paused. "It's her birthday. I don't really care if you two get along. You are going to say. You miss her. She misses you. Why can't you be friends, like when we were kids? What happened?"
He growled and shook her arm off, before storming out the glass doors.
18 just shook her head, and then walked back over to Krillin.
"Hey guys," panted Bulma, who had just finished dancing with Yamcha. "Where's Vegeta?"
18 looked at the floor. "H-he left."
"Oh." Bulma said, looking disappointed.
"Come on lets go dance some more," said Yamcha, trying to return Bulma's attention back to him.
"Yeah ok."
So they danced for hours, until they could barely stand up. They had long since forgotten about Vegeta, and had had themselves the best birthday ever.
Well there you go, hope this gave you enough information about our characters. Also, unlike my other stories, NONE of the people are Saiyans. Ok? Good. Well got to go, my pizza's here. Hehe bye!
