Hi there! Hope you like the prologue, was it well enough? Well, anyways, I don't own DBZ. If the thought even crossed your mind, you are a disgrace to the show and a wannabe fan. Hehe just kidding…! Oh yeah: this chapter takes place during school, so I will post a schedule first.  I don't know if I have to use HTML or if it shows up automatically, but… yeah ok I got to go write the story! Bye!! PS: the 'T' button broke on my keyboard, so I have to press it a couple times for it to work. If you see a word that looks like it doesn't fit, try adding a T to it. Bye! Really, I'm going this time!

~*~Schedule: Monday~*~

Name

1 Period

2 Period

3 Period

4 Period

LUNCH

5 Period

6 Period

7 Period

Bulma

Math

Science

English

Mechanics

|

H. Read

History

P.E.

Yamcha

Math

Reading

English

Soccer

|

History

Science

P.E.

18

Math

Science

French

Mechanics

|

English

Reading

Computer

Vegeta

Math

Science

History

Soccer

|

Spanish

Reading

P.E.

Krillin

French

History

Math

Track

|

English

Reading

Computer

Goku

Science

Reading

French

Home Ec.

|

Reading

English

P.E.

Chi-chi

French

Science

Math

Cooking

\   /

Reading

English

Computer

Jen

Science

Reading

English

Soccer

\/

Spanish

History

Computer

~*~Period One~*~

-Math-

Bulma walked down the hall towards her first period class, math. Her arm was wrapped around her boyfriend Yamcha's arm. They walked together talking about her party the day before.

"So how are you enjoying your present B-Chan?" Yamcha asked sweetly. His voice was directed towards her, but his attention was on a pretty brunette that had just passed by them.

"Oh I love- Yamcha! What, or should I say WHO are you staring at!" Bulma screeched as she looked where Yamcha was staring.

"N-nothing Bulma," he said quickly, hurrying her into their first class.

Vegeta, who was talking with 18, smirked to himself. He had seen the whole episode. Everyone knew how big a player Yamcha was. Everyone, except Bulma.

"Vegeta, what the heck are you smirking at?" 18 asked, sounding rather annoyed at the fact that he was ignoring her.

"Huh? Oh, nothing that would concern you. Now let's go."

"What's this? The mighty prince actually WANTS to go to class?" 18 asked, sounding half mocking, half surprised. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and walked into the class.

"Class settle down." The teacher shouted above the noise of the senior class.

"Your assignment for today is page 345, part C, through page 352, part E. It will be completed in class and turned in for a grade, or else you shall be joining me in detention. Is that understood?" he said strictly.

"Yes sir," everyone muttered.

After a few silent minutes, everyone started whispering or passing notes.

"QUIET!" the teacher yelled.

"Hey, 18," Bulma whispered, poking the blonde on her left.

"What?"

"Here," Bulma said under her breath, passing 18 a note.

Hey 18. Saturday I'm having a party, you're coming right? I was thinking today after school, you, me, and Chi could go to the mall and get the stuff we need. How's that sound? Oh yeah, don't tell the guys yet. And PLEASE make sure the vegetable prince doesn't come and ruin my party! Thanks.

                                                Love ya,

                                                            B-Chan

18 cast a sideways glance at Vegeta, and then took out a light blue sheet of paper.

"Miss 18, may I ask WHY you are writing your work on blue paper?" the teacher asked loudly, and suddenly, making the whole class jump.

18 looked down at the sheet of paper she was writing on. She shoved it under her desk and took out a sheet of loose-leaf.

"Sorry. It won't happen again sir," 18 said innocently, then smirking around the class.

The teacher sighed and returned to grading his tests.

Half an hour later, the bell rang.

"Please remember to turn in your work, lest is will be for nothing."

The whole class groaned. They turned in their work and hurried to their next classes.

-Meanwhile, in French…-

"Bonjour Krillin! Comment etes-vous?" asked the voice of Chi-chi. (Translation: Hello Krillin, how are you?)

"Je suis bien. Et vous?" Krillin replied. (Translation: I am well. And you?)

*(This class is always boring ;) so I'm skipping to science.)*

"Mr. Son, would you please tell the class, what is the smallest particle of an atom?"

"Uh… the middle?"

Everyone roared with laughter, Goku grinned goofily.

"NO!" the teacher yelled out in frustration. "Let's try again. What is he first element on the periodic table of elements?"

"Rock?" Goku said desperately, looking around for someone to help him. He suddenly noticed 17 mouthing the word "hydrogen" to him.

"Hehe, just kidding. It's hydrogen!"

"Very good Mr. Son!"

Goku smiled happily and whispered a thank you under his breath to 17.

"Now, would you all turn your attention to the front of the class? We have a small production today concerning endangered animals. After the movie, I would like to talk to all of you about the class field trip."

The movie started. It was a very boring National Geographic movie, which mainly talked about how species become extinct every day.

The teacher turned the lights on fifteen minutes later.

"Ok class, I would like you to all write a brief summary of the film we just observed. It will be worth a 20-point quiz grade."

After a few groans and mumbles of profanity, the class had started the assigned work.

25 minutes later they were all done. Goku had surprisingly enough gotten a 20, an A. 17 had gotten an 18, a B.

"Ok class, as I mentioned earlier, we will have a class field trip. It will take place on Friday, at the zoo. Yes, the zoo." She paused to let this sink in. Suddenly, many uproars of disagreement were heard.

"This field trip is mandatory, as it will include a test grade."

Complaints had turned into talks of refusal.

"You will ALL go. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Now, you will each pair into groups of eight. You may group with people from other period classes, as we will all be going at the same time. Please bring a bag lunch and can drink. Now, for the test grade you will each pick an endangered animal found at the zoo. Have your group and animal ready by tomorrow. Each group must have a different animal. For the grade to count, you must make a sketch of the animal in its natural habitat, and write an essay about it. More information will be available later this week."

The bell rang. Everyone noisily got up to leave.

"Your homeroom teachers will have the permission slips this afternoon. Good day."

Goku quickly sought out 17.

"Hey 17, thanks. I mean, I was looking like an idiot until you helped."

"You mean more an idiot then usual?" 17 laughed and smiled at Goku.

"Its ok. Just one thing: I want to be in your group for the field trip ok?"

"Of course! Thanks again 17!"

~*~Period 2~*~

"Hey 18! Ok I know how great of friends you and Vegeta are, so, why on earth did he leave the club?" Bulma asked.

"Um…well, you see…Hey look! Here we are, at class!" She ran inside and took a seat in the corner.

Chi-chi just rolled her eyes before taking a seat next to her. Bulma followed her.

"You know what? It doesn't really matter. The party sure was a lot more fun without seeing his sulking face every two seconds." Chi-chi laughed as Bulma said this. She knew that Bulma had a major crush on Vegeta, even though she was with Yamcha. She was just too proud to admit it.

"Yeah ok B-Chan…" Chi-chi sighed. Then, an idea struck her. She hastily took out a sheet pink paper and a dark blue gel-pen.

Hey 18!

Look at Bulma. Do you see that- dazed- expression on her face whenever we talk about Vegeta? It's weird…I mean I know she likes Vegeta and all, but, does he like her?

You're his best friend, I'm sure he tells you everything.

And- is it just me, or would those two make the perfect couple? Ok write back or talk to me after class.

                                                            Chi-chi

"18! Here," Chi-chi said, handing her the note. Bulma was deep into her book to notice the two whispering.

18 groaned. She hated notes. But, after quickly reading it, she wrote on the back:

I totally agree with you. Yes I see that look too…and I know for a FACT that Vegeta likes

B-Chan. that's why he left the club! He said "it made him sick to his stomach to watch Bulma with Yamcha." Well, something like that…

Yep and I also think we should get them together! Can't you just picture them holding hands down the halls? We'll need Goku's help though, plus we have to get Bulma to break up with Yamcha. Oh well…it'll probably never happen…

18 shoved the note back at Chi-chi right as the teacher walked in.

"Good afternoon class. Today we will see a short film on endangered species. I would ask for everyone to pay attention, as you will write a summary on this movie and turn it in for a 20-point quiz grade. Anyone who talks shall join me in detention. The lights are going off now."

"Hey, Vegeta," 18 whispered.

"What?"

"Did you see Yamcha holding hands with that girl Jen? Isn't he with Bulma?"

"Why would I care?"

"Because, if Bulma sees him with someone else, she'll break up with him, and she can go out with you."

Vegeta turned his head towards the movie.

"Vegeta?"

"Shut it Juuhachi-gou."

At this 18 stood up out of her desk.

"What did you call me?" she screamed out.

"Juuhachi-gou. That is your name, is it not?"

At this 18 tackled Vegeta out of his desk. She punched him, kicked him, and did whatever she could. He just let her. He knew the mistake he made. He had done it on purpose so she would stop talking about Bulma.

"18! What are you doing?" both Bulma and Chi-chi yelled at the same time. They pulled her away from Vegeta, which was hard as she was still clawing him.

"Miss 18! Miss Briefs! Miss Mau! Mr. Ouji! What in blazes are you doing?" the teacher yelled.

"Saturday detentions! All of you!"

"Thanks 18." Bulma said coldly.

"It wasn't my fault. It was the stupid vegetable."

"Vegeta what did you do to make her go this crazy?" Chi-chi asked him.

He didn't respond. He was already out the door.

"We better go to the principal's office." 18 said quietly.

"Yeah ok…" Chi-chi replied. Bulma just nodded.

As soon as they were out the door of the science room, 18 burst into tears.

"18, w-what's wrong?" Bulma asked concerned.

18 shook her head and kept walking.

-In Reading…-

"Hey Yamcha! Wait up!" Goku yelled, running up behind his friend.

"What's up Goku?"

"The sky? Anyways, who was that girl you were with this morning?" Goku asked suspiciously.

"Oh…that…that was um…Jen…yeah Jen…she's my-my cousin…yeah…" he lied.

Suddenly the girl in question walked up behind Yamcha.

"Guess who," she purred into his ear.

"Oh hi J-" he started, but was silenced by her lips on his.

"Did you miss me?"

Goku shook his head in disgust before storming into he class. Yamcha glared at Jen.

"Thanks. Thanks a lot."

She looked confused and hurt.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing, let's just get to class." He put his arm around her waist and they walked into class together.

"Goku, promise you won't tell Bulma about this." Yamcha whispered frantically.

"Oh, I promise," he said slyly. After all, Yamcha never said he couldn't tell Chi-chi…

"Thanks, you're a pal."

"Um hmm"

-In History-

"Mr. Krillin, would you please explain the Quartering Act?"

Krillin was absentmindedly doodling in his notebook.

"Mr. Krillin?"

There was still no answer. The teacher sighed and walked up to Krillin's desk. He slammed his book down on the desk. The sudden noise made Krillin jump and gasp.

"Let's see how good you draw in detention, shall we?" the teacher asked, annoyed.

Krillin gulped and blushed, facing the teacher. "Y-yes sir," he mumbled.

"Good." The teacher went on to teach his class. How boring.

~*~Period 3~*~

-English-

"Wow Yamcha, a whole hour to ourselves, without the rest of the gang," Bulma said, sighing. She looped her arm around Yamcha's and led them into English class.

"Hi baby, who's your friend?" Jen asked, walking up behind them.

"Baby? And I'm his girlfriend. Who might you be?"

"I'm Jen, AND his girlfriend!"

Bulma let go of Yamcha.

"Would you mind telling me, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Bulma yelled to Yamcha.

"Me and Yamcha met last night at he club. We hit it off right away," she said smartly.

"Yesterday? Yesterday as in my birthday yesterday?!" Bulma screamed. "So that's why you had to leave so soon? God I knew it! How could I not expect this from you? You player, I hope you rot in Hell!" Bulma ran out the class and out the school to her car.

At the same time, Vegeta was supposed to be going to the Principal's office with the girls, but he had skipped out. Bulma and Chi-chi were dismissed right away, but 18 had gotten 2 weeks of detention for talking back to the principal.

He walked up to his car, which was next to a surprisingly familiar car next to it…

"What's this? Miss Genius herself ditching school?" Vegeta said sarcastically.

Bulma looked up at the speaker.

"Go away Vegeta, you hate me remember?"

He smirked and got into his car.

"That's right, I forgot," he said mockingly. He was about to speed off when Bulma knocked on his window.

"What do you want woman?"

She unlocked his passenger side door and got in.

"And WHAT are you doing in my car?" he coldly growled.

"Shut it Vegeta. I want to talk to you."

"Well too bad, I don't want to talk to you. Now GET OUT!"

"NO! First talk to me!"

"Get out now before I MAKE you get out!"

She frowned, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why are you such a jerk? I just want to know what happened to us, what made us hate each other! But you obviously don't care that you lost the best friend you ever had!" She burst into tears as she ran out the car, into her own.

She sat down in the driver's seat, her head in her arms. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

Vegeta frowned to himself. Had he just lost his only chance for a friendship with Bulma? He decided to worry about it later as he sped out the parking lot.

Bulma, however, didn't really want to miss school. She slowly got out of her car and headed towards the steps of her high school. What was she going to say when she got back to class?

She decided to wait until this period was over.

30 minutes later, she was talking to Chi-chi and 18.

"And Yamcha didn't deny it?" Chi-chi said.

"No, he just looked down at the floor." Bulma had stopped crying, but as she remembered the girl Jen and Yamcha, tears threatened to pour again.

"Hush Bulma, everything will be ok." Chi-chi said to her best friend. She hugged her and tried to comfort her some more.

"After all you've done for him." 18 said, mostly to herself.

Chi-chi glared at her. 18 however, just continued.

"I'll kill him!" 18 shouted and ran towards the soccer field.

Chi-chi looked around helplessly. She then shook her head.

"Let's go get her before she does something drastic…"

Bulma laughed feebly as they ran after 18.

"Yamcha? Hey, you, where is that jerk Yamcha?" she said to a puny freshman.

"I-in the locker room! Please don't hurt me!" he said, throwing his arms up to shield his face.

"Thanks. I'm going to kill him!"

"Good, it'll do us all a favor," said a black haired boy.

"My ex dumped me for him, only for him to cheat on her. If you, need any help, just call." He smiled and went into the locker room after 18.

"Yamcha!" She yelled, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the nearest locker.

"W-what are you doing in here 18?" Yamcha said, trying to wrap his towel around him closer.

"Like you have anything I haven't seen before," she sneered. Cheers were heard throughout the room.

"Are you ready to die?" she asked him menacingly.

"W-what did I do to you?"

"No, not what you did to me, but to every girl you have ever been with! Bulma has remained faithful to you for 5 years! And how do you repay her?"

"Don't waste your breath 18, nothing you say will register in his so called brain." It was Vegeta. He had come back to school, probably made to by his mother.

"But, maybe if we beat some sense into him?" He smirked and walked over to 18.

'You. You're the reason I'm not with Bulma. You have ruined my whole life." Vegeta thought to himself.

He glanced at 18.

"Ready?"

"Ready." She responded.

"1…2…3!" They both lunged at Yamcha. After about 5 minutes of fighting, Bulma and Chi-chi arrived.

"18! What are you doing?" Bulma screeched.

18 backed away from the fight, leaving just Vegeta and Yamcha.

"I-is that Vegeta?" Chi-chi asked, flabbergasted.

"I-I think so," Bulma said, also astonished.

No one made any effort to sop Vegeta and Yamcha from fighting, until the teachers showed up.

"Mr. Ouji! Yamcha! Stop it this instant!" yelled a strict looking lady. The Principal.

At once they stopped. Yamcha looked to have a broken nose and arm, not to mention heavy bleeding from a cut on his lip. Vegeta only had a few minor cuts on his cheek.

"Y-Yamcha! Are you alight? Go to the nurse and then MY OFFICE!" the principal said.

"As for you Vegeta, come with me!"

Vegeta trudged miserably up to the office. 20 minutes later Yamcha came in, with numerous bandages all over him.

"Explain yourselves."

"Mrs. King, I was in the locker room, when 18 and Vegeta charged at me! I did absolutely nothing to provoke them! I swear!"

"18 you say? Well, why is she not here?"

"I mean- it was just Vegeta, yes, just Vegeta." He said. He didn't want to get on 18s bad side. Or, worse then he already was.

"Teacher's pet," Vegeta said under his breath.

The principal glanced suspiciously at them.

"Mr. Ouji, what was your motive then?"

Vegeta thought for a moment. He couldn't say Bulma, because Yamcha was there. He had to lie.

"Would you tell Yamcha to leave for a minute Mrs.?"

"I suppose. Yamcha, please exit the office now. You have a month detention for fighting. Now, you may call your mom to pick you up. I will call her tonight."

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, Vegeta, what happened?"

He decided to tell the truth. Maybe she would understand.

"Well, you see…when I and Bulma-"

"Ah Miss Briefs huh?"

"Yes Well, when we were little we were best friends. Inseparable. Until Yamcha came. Then, she suddenly stopped talking to me. Today, the little scumbag was caught cheating on her. He didn't deny it. I felt it was my job to make sure the scum never did it again."

"And how would you do that? By trying to kill him?"

"Oh trust me, I would never sink as low as to kill him. Just knock some sense into him."

"I see…"

"I know it's not a good motive. But I don't regret doing it, and I sure would again in a heartbeat."

"Well, Vegeta, I would normally be more lenient of those who tell the truth. But, as you have been in trouble earlier today, I must give you a month of after-school detentions. And I must tell you, anymore fighting will likely lead to an expulsion. Good afternoon. I will be contacting your parents shortly."

Vegeta cursed under his breath. The one time he tells the truth and it doesn't do a lick of good. Go figure.

He walked out of he office and to his locker.

"V-Vegeta?" a voice called.

"What? Oh it's you. What do you want now woman?"

"I-I wanted to say thank you. For what you did today."

"Oh? And what was that?"

"Never mind. Just, thank you."

"Whatever."

"I was wondering if we could have dinner tonight and talk. Please Vegeta."

Vegeta thought for a moment.

He sighed. "Be ready by 7:30."

She ran up to him and put her arms around his neck. "Thank you Vegeta." She hugged him and ran off towards the lunchroom smiling.

"Bulma! Over here!" yelled Chi-chi.

"Why were you talking to Vegeta?" Chi-chi asked Bulma.

"I just told him thank you. Oh, and is 18 ok?"

"I'm fine B-Chan. Are you and Vegeta friends again?"

"I'm not sure yet, he's taking me to dinner to talk."

"Great!" exclaimed Chi-chi. 'One step closer to making them a couple' she thought to herself.

"You guys have to come over and help me get ready though ok?" Bulma said happily.

They agreed and went off to lunch together

-Skip ahead to when school is letting out-

"Class do not forget to get your permission slips signed!" the teacher, Mr. Picalario said.

"Tomorrow we have to go to the mall to get the supplies for the party." Bulma said to her two friends once they were in her car.

"Right. We can make a list later if we have time," 18 said in response.

"Oh no! I just thought of something!" Bulma said suddenly.

"What?" the other two said in unison.

"I don't know where we're going, so I don't know how to dress!" Chi-chi and 18 fell anime style at this.

"Don't worry, leave that to me." Chi-chi said while picking up her cell phone.

"Son residence."

"Hey Goku?"

"No."

"Who is this then?"

"Raditz you freak. Who else would it be?"

"Can I please talk to Goku?"

"Whatever." Raditz set down the phone to –yell- for Goku.

"H-hello?"

"Hi sweetie it's me."

"Oh hey Chi."

"Listen, I need you to call the vegetable and ask him where he's taking Bulma."

"WHAT?! Him and Bulma are going out?!"

"Not like that Goku. Now can you please do this for me?"

"Of course Chi."

"Call me right back."

"I will."

"Love you"

"Love you too"

Chi-chi hung up her phone and put it back in her purse.

Bulma beamed at her. "Thanks Chi."

"No prob."

Five minutes later Chi-chi's cell phone went off.

"Hello?"

"Chi-chi?"

"No, Santa Clause. Of course it's Chi-chi."

"Right… anyways Vegeta said 'he was taking her some place nice'. That's all he would say. Sorry."

"It's ok. I guess…bye."

"Bye."

"Well?" 18 asked from the backseat.

"All he said was he was taking B-Chan somewhere nice."

"So, in Vegeta standards, McDonald's?" 18 said jokingly.

10 minutes later they were in Bulma's room at Capsule Corp, trying to pick out an outfit for her.

"How about this?" 18 said, gesturing towards a black sequin dress with a tail that reached the floor.

"Naw, too dressy." Chi-chi said. "But what about this?" She pointed towards a pair of flare, faded blue jeans and a baby blue shirt with the word "heiwa" written on it in letters and in Kanji.

"No, I think that's a little too casual." Bulma sighed. This was almost impossible without knowing the restaurant. She suddenly however noticed a black skirt and a new red blouse. "This! It's perfect!"

18 and Chi-chi nodded.

While Bulma was taking a shower, Chi-chi ironed her outfit and 18 laid out Bulma's makeup.

"Hurry up B! You only have an hour to get ready!" As 18 finished her sentence, Bulma stepped out the shower. She went into her closet to get dressed and find a pair of shoes to match her outfit.

She came out with a pair of black heels that had criss-crossing leather laces.

Her makeup and hair took about 45 minutes, leaving them only a few minutes to talk.

At first they talked about Vegeta, but their talk slowly turned towards Yamcha.

"That scum, you deserve so much better then him. Anyone would be better then him, even Vegeta." Chi-chi clamped her hands over her mouth, realizing what she said.

However, at that instant the doorbell rang. The girls could hear Bulma's mom open the door.

"Hurry up let's go see," whispered Bulma. They hurriedly tiptoed down the stairs.

"Vegeta! What a surprise! Why, I haven't seen you for about 5 years!" exclaimed Bunny Briefs, Bulma's mom.

"H-hi Mrs. Briefs. I-is Bulma ready?" Vegeta choked out.

"Oh, you two are friends again? Well, come sit down and I'll go get her." As she said this Bulma came into view.

She was relieved to see Vegeta had on a tux. She had the perfect outfit.

"Oh Bulma dear, I was about to go get you. Vegeta is here sweetie."

"Yeah mom, I know."

"Well you two have a good time. And Chi-chi and 18, you can stop hiding now." Mrs. Briefs winked at the two girls and walked into the kitchen.

"Let's go 'Geta." Vegeta smirked. She was using his old nickname. A good sign.

He led her to his electron blue Corvette.

"Wow," Bulma gasped, eyeing the car.

"Why do you drive that old BMW to school when you have this?"

"Because. Now get in woman."

Bulma sighed. Yep, he was still the same Vegeta she remembered.

She stepped into the passenger seat. Despite it's small size, the car was actually quite roomy.

"'Geta where are we going?" Bulma asked, a huge grin on her face.

"You'll see."

The ride was silent, yet enjoyable.

15 minutes later they arrived.

"Oh my gosh Vegeta!" Bulma squealed.

He just smirked. He had taken her to a beach.

"Let's go."

Bulma took his arm and they walked into a small restaurant.

"Welcome to Allesandro's. How many in your party?"

"Two." Vegeta said.

"Smoking or non?"

"Non."

"Right this way sir."

"Excuse me sir, could we please have a table with a view?" Bulma asked nervously.

"Of course."

They were led to their table, which was in the corner of the restaurant that was all glass.

"The best view in the house." The waiter said with a smile, before walking off.

"Hello I'm Antonio, I'll be your server this evening," a man with a heavy Italian accent said.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Water," Vegeta said.

"Ice tea," Bulma requested.

"Your drinks will be right out, here are your menus. The house specialty this evening is our Rigatoni pasta with Alfredo cheese sauce. I will be back for your order with your drinks."

"Thank you, sir," Bulma said politely.

"What did you want to talk about?" Vegeta asked.

"You know. Why aren't we friends anymore? What happened? All I remember is being best friends with you one day, and the next you wouldn't even look at me. Please tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it." Bulma pleaded.

"I-I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

Fortunately for Vegeta, the drinks arrived then. Bulma sighed. This was going to be harder then she thought.

"Are you ready to order?" Antonio asked. Bulma gulped, she hadn't even looked at the menu.

"I-I'll have the house special," she said.

"Very well. What dressing?"

"Huh?"

"For your salad. All house specials come with soup, which is tomato today, and a salad. Which kind of dressing would you like?"

"Oh…ok, I'll take ranch please."

"Make that two." Vegeta said.

"Yes sir. Your order will be ready in 15-20 minutes."

"Thank you." Bulma said.

"Well 'Geta?"

"Well what?" he asked.

"You know what, I don't much care about it anymore. But are we friends now?"

He was silent for a moment. If he agreed, then he would be showing a slight weakness for her. If he did not, it would break her heart, and he would be losing his best friend forever.

He finally sighed. "Give me one reason why we should be."

Bulma smiled. "Because, do you remember how we were when we were little? Inseparable? Don't you miss that? Don't you miss me?"

He shook his head with a laugh. "You always know how to make someone feel sorry for you B-Chan."

"So, is that a yes?"

"I guess so. God, another lifetime of your eternal screeching." He smirked.

"Hey!" she said, pretending to be annoyed.

Vegeta laughed. He knew exactly what made her mad, happy, sad, or excited.

"God I'm starving."

"If you still eat like you did…"

"So what if I do?"

"'Geta! How do you keep such big muscles if you never stop eating?" Bulma asked, shocked.

"I mean, I know you work out and all…but, come on, how?"

"Ancient Chinese secret."

"Whatever. Well I'll find out, you mark my word."

"You do that."

"I will. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to wash my hands." Bulma said as she got out of her chair.

'God he is so annoying sometimes,' Bulma thought to herself.

As she was washing her hands, an all to familiar brunette walked in.

Bulma glared at her.

"Hello Bulma!" Bulma still glared at her.

"It's me, Jen, remember?"

At this Bulma punched the girl square in the nose before walking out the bathroom.

Jen just stood there, shocked. She looked at the mirror over the sink. Her nose was bleeding.

"Oh, you'll get what's coming to you. Just wait." She said out loud to herself.

Bulma walked up to the table with a scowl on her face.

"I know I saw them too." Vegeta said, as if he could read her mind.

Bulma looked at him puzzled. "Oh. Did you say anything to them?"

"Why would I associate myself with that scum?"

Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Here you go miss," Antonio said as he set Bulma's plate down.

"And you sir."

"Would you like a refill?" he asked them both.

"No thank you, I'm fine."

"If you need anything, I will be right over here," he said, pointing to a booth by the kitchens.

They ate in silence for a while.

Vegeta had finished his meal in 12 minutes flat, however Bulma actually chewed her food.

"Do you want some?" Bulma said as she watched Vegeta stare hungrily at her food. She pushed the plate towards him, but he refused.

"You eat."

"I'm full, you take it."

"No."

"Well, I'm not going to eat it so let's go." She got up and was going to walk away when Vegeta grabbed her plate. She smirked and sat back down.

"Haha I knew you were still hungry 'Geta."

"Never said I wasn't."

In 2 minutes Vegeta had wiped the plate clean.

"Let's go woman."

"Bulma, it's BULMA. B-U-L-M-A. Bulma."

"OK, ok, BULMA, let's go."

She smiled.

As Vegeta was paying the bill, Bulma examined two glass display cabinets with various items from Italy.

"Let's go B-Chan," Vegeta said walking up to her.

"Look Vegeta, isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Bulma said, pointing to a silver necklace. On it was a silver dragon, outlined in jade.

"Yeah, now come on."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm not, it's just I don't think I could control myself if I look at those two again." He pointed to Yamcha and Jen.

"Alright, I see. Let's go."

They walked down a boardwalk that was lined with lots of shops. Bulma stopped in front of a famous sweetshop.

"Please?" she said to Vegeta, knowing he would never turn down an offer for food.

"Hi, welcome to the Lookout (A/n: wow this is he first author's note ^_^ anyways…The Lookout is the name of the sweetshop, it is NOT in any way related to Kame's Lookout, or is it Dende's Lookout? Hmm…. Oh well whatever.). What can I get you?"

"I would like a caramel apple please," Bulma said.

"Um…make it two," Vegeta said.

"Gosh Vegeta, can't you ever think for yourself? Always have to copy off me huh," Bulma said as they walked out the candy shop.

"Well, if I had ordered first then you would be copying off of me," Vegeta said, blushing slightly.

"Whatever. Hey I know, let's go walk on the beach!" Bulma said.

Vegeta nodded.

They walked along the beach until they were finished their apples.

"Let's sit down." Vegeta said.

"Ick no I hate sand."

Vegeta smirked and pulled out a small blue blanket. He laid it down and sat on it.

Bulma sighed and also sat down.

"Look at the stars 'Geta."

"Yeah."

"Have you ever tried to count them?"

Vegeta looked puzzled. "Why would I?"

"I don't know, it's just relaxing. Look over there. Do you see the big bright one?"

"Yeah."

"That's the North Star. If you ever get lost, just look for it. It always leads you north."

"What if I want to go south?"

Bulma giggled. Vegeta smiled. It was great having Bulma as a friend again.

"B-Chan, look at that star again."

"OK…why?" she asked suspiciously.

"3…2…1…" Vegeta said. As soon as he was finished counting at least 30 fireworks erupted.

Bulma gasped in surprise. "They're beautiful 'Geta."

"Just like you." He said under his breath. Luckily Bulma didn't hear it.

An hour later the display was over.

They walked back to Vegeta's car.

"Did you have a good time?" Vegeta asked as they drove off.

"The best," Bulma said with a huge smile.

She had her best friend back. She had punched the tramp that stole her boyfriend. She had had the best night.

All to soon for Bulma they pulled into the driveway of Capsule Corp.

Luckily for Vegeta, he lived next to Bulma, so he didn't have to drive far. He could barely keep his eyes open.

"Good night 'Geta." Bulma whispered sleepily. She hugged him and went inside CC.

"Good night B-Chan." He murmured to himself.

He walked into his bedroom two minutes later. He hung up his suit and fell asleep.