It was an hour and 30 minutes before Bulma had dropped almost everyone off. Everyone expect 18 and Vegeta who was in the back seat of the mini van. Bulma glanced up at her mirror to see the cheerleader and football player starring out of the windows, bodies as far away as possible. She glanced back down at the dark road, switching on the radio. "HEY Out there all you Cool cats and hip dudes!" the DJ said over the radio, "I've got a new song for ya, by my man JT, call me up and tell me what you think afterwards!" he said before putting on the song. Bulma tapped her fingers off beat to the strange unique melodies flowing out of the speakers. "Here's my stop," 18 said picking up her bag and slipping her jacket back on. Vegeta opened the sliding door for her, trying his best to sit back into the seat so she could get by. 18 shuffled sideways, carefully avoiding bumping or having any skin contact with Vegeta as possible. Her foot got caught on the strap of her cheerleading bag and she feel into Vegeta's lap. Bulma glanced over her shoulder as she heard 18 let out a "UPMHF" she quickly turned her attention back in front of her. The teenage boy quickly helped 18 back to her feet and she hopped out of the van. "Thanks Bulma. I owe ya one," 18 said before turning to her extremely large house. "No problem!" Bulma said waving. "So big guy," Bulma said turning her body completely around in the driver's seat. Vegeta looked up slightly, a deep scarlet over his cheeks. Is he...is he blushing? Bulma thought amazed. She mentally smiled at how innocent and cute he looked. "What?" he spat out, making the blue haired scientist snap back to reality. "So big guy," Bulma repeated herself suddenly at a lose for words, Vegeta's red blush faded away quickly. "You already said that," he said crossing his arms and looking at her as if she grown three heads. Bulma's eyes widened with embarrassment as she realized it was right. "Oh yea," she said laughing shaking her head, "where do you live?". Her question was answered by a slight mumble "callmitrailshaparhum," Vegeta said uncrossing and re-crossing his arms. Bulma leaned closer to him. "Say that again?" "Kami Trailer Park Homes," Vegeta said clearly. Bulma scrunched up her nose as she tried to rememberer where that was. "Oh okay right off of Paris Exit. All right then. Hope on up to the front seat. I'm not your personal butler, I'm not driving you around town you know," Bulma said jokingly. Vegeta hesitated for a second before getting out of the van and getting into the passengers side. Bulma smiled warmly and started the car back up. cry me a river, oh cry me a river...oh cry me a river... The radio said fading out. Blumba's eyes clouded up with her memories from earlier that day, her laying in bed, crying and how her mother had came in and tried to comfort her...in her own special way, how someone came and knocked on her door.... Bulma's heart almost jumped in her throat, she slammed on the breaks in front of a red-light, causing Vegeta took look at her oddly. She tapped her fingers nervously on the wheel, the words floating back into her mind that had been drowned by her victory agasint Yamucha and his bimbo. "There's no use! She's not home!" "Are you sure 'Geta?" "COME ON YOUR WASTING MY GAS!"...Vegeta!!! it was Vegeta! Oh MY God! I'm riding in a car with a stalker! "Light's green." "WHAT?" Bulma shouted at the voice breaking her thoughts. "The LIGHT is GREEN!" Vegeta said as if he was talking to a preschooler. Bulma pressed down on the gas, trying to figure out if she should ask him what he was doing at her doorstep. So they drove in silence before she finally got up enough nerve to ask. She gulped and she glanced at Vegeta then back onto the expressway. "Hey Vegeta.." She asked. "Yea?" he answered, his body turned towards the window as he was starring out of it. "Umm...do you like your job at the amusement park?" "It's okay. Would be better if Goku would stop stuffing French fries up his nose and coming up to me saying 'LOOK! I AM WALRUS!! I AM WALRUS!" Vegeta said doing a bad imitation of Goku with his eyes crossed and his arms waving in the air. He calmed down and turned back to the window. "Well...umm...okay let's just cut to the chase." Bulma said gripping the wheel. Vegeta looked at her and looked back out the window. "What was you doing over my house and how did you get my address?" she asked seriously. Vegeta looked at her face and thought for a second. "Oh I remember now. Your wallet," he said sitting back. "When you was on the ride, I guess it must have slipped out of your pocket. I found it when i was cleaning out the seats," he stated. It all came rushing back to Bulma. How she had slipped her wallet in Yamucha's jacket and how she found out ti was gone 'bout time she was in front of her house. "So you just opened my wallet without my permission? You couldn't call me back so I could get it?" Bulma asked angrily getting on Paris Exit. "I mean how do I know you didn't steal anything?" Vegeta turned and looked at her with a scowl on his face. "I don't want your money, and if I wanted to rob you blind I would have done it while I was in the back-seat. I found this in the seats," He said holding up a Velvet black bag which contained diamonds. "Hey thanks. I've been looking for that." Bulma said happily taking the bag from him. "No problem. Anyway, about time I found it you was long gone. Besides, I had to find out who it belonged to so I could give it back. I went over your house to give you your wallet, not to stalk you." "Then where is it?" "In the house in my other jacket." "How did you know I have stalkers?" Bulma said finally realizing fully what Vegeta had just said. He just smirked, a dimple visable in his right cheek. "Chichi told me when Piccolo went over to you," he said crossing his arms as they pulled up into his trail park. Chichi talks to much, never tell her anything again, Bulma thought making a mental note and getting out of the van. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks, "What are you doing?" he said, his eyes growing wide. "Getting my wallet. Duh," Bulma said looking around at the trailer park. It wasn't all that bad, trailer homes were scattered across the land, a few garbage cans. A dog barked continuously in the background, mixing with the sound of the buzzing bright lights that gnats gathered around. Vegeta stopped and thought rather he should let her in or not, and finally stuck his key in the door and pushed it open. "Welcome to my humble home," he said in a dull voice, holding his arm out. Bulma stepped up the few stairs and into his home. It was sort of small, but it was clean. Suddenly a loud barking tore the silence to shreds. Bulma, scared as hell, looked up to see a full grown pincher looking at her, teeth bared and a spike collar around its neck. The blue eyed girl screamed and ran behide a small sofa Vegeta patted him on the head and rubbed under his chin. "Let him sniff you," Vegeta commanded. Bulma's eyes grew wide. "Say What?!" "Let him sniff you, unless you want him to attack." Vegeta said evilly. Bulma raised an eyebrow looking at Vegeta good and crazy. His dog growled a second time, white drool dripping from its pointed teeth. "All right all right!" she shouted. Bulma rose a shaky hand out for the dog to sniff, it dropped down to her side as the large black and tan dog attempted to sniff her fingers. The animal rubbed its let cold wet nose agasint her palm before walking away. "He likes you," Vegeta said smirking and walking into a room and coming back with a royal blue jacket. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the black wallet Bulma had been looking for. "Thanks," she said, still a little shaky. Vegeta simply grunted, which probably meant "Your welcome," or "You got what you want, now get the hell out of my house." With Vegeta, you can never tell. Bulma turned around and headed out of the house, Vegeta's onyx eyes watched her trod down the steps. "Hey," he said in a normal tone but it cough Bulma's ear automatically. "Yeah?" she said turning around, cold winds brushing her wind into her face. Vegeta leaned up agasint the doorway. "Thanks for the ride," he said. His features where highlighted by the bright buzzing outdoor lights, and it just made him seem like one of those statues of Greek gods to the young scientist His flame like her gently swayed in the wind. Bulma smiled and formed her mouth to say "No problem!" ...But Vegeta had already slammed the door in her face.