A/n: o0o0o. fasten ur seatbelts folks, dis is gonna be a long one!

Bulma sat on her bed, throwing a rubber ball into the air and catching it while listening to Jenny Jones. "Today on Jenny Jones, 'Out of Control Teenager Daughters and the 75 year old Midgets that love them," the host said smiling in front of the camera before the theme song came on. I can't believe that ungrateful asshole. I mean, I drive him home and he slams the door shut in my FACE? Does he know who he's dealing with here? I'm Bulma Briefs! Heir to the Capsule Corp.! The richest girl on earth!!!!!! Bulma thought to herself angrily, tossing the ball up higher. "BULMA THE PHONE!" Mrs. Briefs screamed at the top of her lungs, making Bulma lose her concentration. The hard rubber ball came crashing down on top of the young girl's nose. Bulma saw a bright red flash, then stars, and suddenly an aching and stinging pain spread across her face. "SHIT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!?" her mother shouted back. "Uh...NOTHING MOM!" Bulma yelled back quickly. She held her red nose, trying not to cry and answered the phone that was sitting on her night- stand. "Hewwo?" she asked breathing out of her mouth. "Bulma! What's up with your voice?" a familiar deep voice replied. Bulma sighed out angrily. "Goo' BYE Yamtha." Bulma said about to hang up the phone. "No no babe wait!!!" her cheating boyfriend screamed. The blue haired teen wondered what kind of excuse he would come up with this time. She held the phone back up to her ear. "Just give me a second," he pleaded "Half a second." Bulma spat back coldly, trying to breathe through her nose but it hurt to badly. "You see, that girl I was with, Marron, she means nothing to me babe. Your my only true love, I would never hurt you, she's crazy. She's been stalking me all the time, in the hallways at school, she's been taking pictures of me naked, and the only way for me to get her to stop is to go out with her. But it was only for that one night! I promise! I wouldn't lye to you," he said, false sincerity dripping from his words. "I thought she wuz your couthin," Bulma said. "My what?" "COUTHIN!" Bulma shouted back, mad that he couldn't understand her. "Oh...oh she IS my cousin! Its that that, like...when her Mom died...she...she was real confused and in need of a um...she needed some comfort and she doesn't have all the sandwiches in the picnic basket if you know what I mean-" -CLICK-

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Bulma pulled up to Chichi's large mansion. She got out and pulled the scarf tighter around her face so her bruised nose was covered completely. She handed her keys to one of the guys so he could park her car and walked up to the door. "HEY!" a voice called behide her. Bulma turned around to see a girl with long blonde hair tied up into to pigtails and a smaller girl with pink pigtails run up behide her. The two girls finally made it up to Bulma, the blonde stopped to catch her breath for a second. "Michelle!" she said putting a hand on her shoulder, "I'm so glad we found you..." the girl stopped short as she looked at Bulma more closely. "Heeeyy...your not Michelle.." The blonde said putting her hands on her hips. "Nooo..I'm Bulma.." The genuis said slowly as if talking to a really old person that mistaken her for someone else. "Bulma?" the young girl with pink cotton candy colored hair said. "Oohh...damn wrong story. Sorry," the blonde said running off the porch. "COM ON RINI!" "HOLD ON SERENA!" the girl called out before running out of sight. Bulma shrugged and knocked on the door. A very tall man with red hair answered the door. His icy blue eyes starred down at Bulma, "Can I help you?" he asked. "Umm..is Chichi here?" Bulma asked, the man nodded and opened the door completely, letting Bulma in. Chichi's house was huge. Almost as big as Capsule Corp. The first thing Bulma saw when she walked in was the huge jade colored marble floor with the red symbol in the middle of the floor, one large doorway on the right side and the left side, framed with crimson velvet curtains, and a large staircase that lead upstairs and the doors of different rooms. "Can I take your coat and scarf?" the butler asked. "Uh...no thanks." Bulma said. "But miss it's no trouble," the butler replied, reaching for her things. "I SAID NO!" She screamed and him, slapping his hand. " Bulma!" A voice said, that was not hers or the butler's. The two looked up to see Chichi running down the steps, dressed in her orange tanktop and blue jeans. The younger girl grabbed Bulma's arm and lead her into the room to the right. "Thank God, I need to talk to you." Chichi whispered, leading her visitor through the large dinning hall, then a big living room, down a long hallway, another living room, then some other room with a table in it, and finally a large sun-room. It had two large soft cream colored sofa's and matching chairs, there was a few glass coffee tables, and plants scattered everywhere. One plant that hung from the ceiling had vines and ran across the bordering of the ceiling and coiled into a large fish-tank. Chichi turned the large screen TV off and sat down on the couch. Bulma took off her jacket and scarf, letting Chichi see the bruised nose. "What happened to you?" she asked picking up a can of Pepsi that was on the table. "Eh...long story. Why you call me here?" Bulma asked sitting on the couch across from the ebony haired princess. "It's about Krillin..." she said after a short moment of silence. This caught Bulma's attention slightly. "Really?" she asked. "Oh yeah, do you have any of that ultra cream stuff?". Chichi thought for a second before getting up and running into a nearby bathroom and returning with a black jar of cream. She handed it to Bulma before sitting back down. "Okay keep talking. What about Krillin. Is he hanging around you a lot?" Chichi took a sip of her Pepsi. "No, that's just the point. He doesn't come around anymore. And when he does, he talks about 18. 'Oh chichi 18's so funny. She's so hot, she's so this, she's so that.' It's annoying, he doesn't even pay attention to ME anymore." Chichi confessed. Bulma nodded, listening, taking two fingers and dipping it into the cream. "And, I guess...I guess I sort of ..like him. I mean, he's grown on me ya know?" Bulma looked up at the words. "Krillin? We're talking about the same Krillin here right? Bald head, corny jokes, short, pip-squeak Krillin?" Bulma said leaning towards Chichi slightly. Chichi rolled her dark eyes. "Your kidding me!" "He's better then Yamucha." Chichi said coldly, starring Bulma in the eyes, making her shut up instantly. She narrowed her blue eyes with anger, she wanted to say something, to defend her boyfriend. "Hey, Yamucha is a good man just has...comment issues," she said weakly. Chichi let out a sarcastic laugh. "Yamucha is a good guy, but being a good man is to totally different things. He's not Good if he cheats and lies to you Bulma," the princess said, her voice filled with concern for her friend. Bulma, however missed the concern-ness and just got more pissed off. "What are you talking about 'lies and cheats' to me? I say he treats me pretty good," Bulma said putting the cream on her nose and rubbing it in before putting the lid on it. "Oh MY GOD! Bulma we just caught him last night with that slutty girl he was with!" "That was ONCE!" "ONCE? He's lied to you before! He's cheated on you before! I even saw him-" Chichi said before shutting up. "You saw him cheating on me?" Bulma said, her voice a mix with anger and shock. Chichi let out a sigh of defeat. "We saw him at the park when he was giving his number to that Marron girl," Chichi confessed. Bulma stood up, anger written across her face. "AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" "I DIDN'T KNOW-" Chichi said standing up as well. "OH WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR MIND AT THE TIME?" "I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU! BESIDES! AFTER THAT BULLSHIT EXCUSE HE GAVE YOU AFTER YOU FOUND THE NUMBER, YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!" Bulma stood there, anger running through her veins. She picked up her jacket and stomped out of the sun room, through the room with a table in it, the second living room, the long hallway, the first big room and out of the dinning hall. The butler was standing there in a frilly apron, dusting off a beautiful expansive vase with a feather duster. He saw the pissed expression on Bulma's face and asked, "Is there a problem Miss?" "SHOVE IT BIGFOOT!" Bulma screamed at him before walking out of the large doors. Chichi was left in the sun room, still standing, wondering if she had done the right thing by picking a fight with her best friend. Words still swarmed around the room and in her head like killer bees, not allowing her to think about anything else. The Princess picked up the aggressive screeching of Bulma's tires as she speeded off down the street, and she sat back in her cream colored couch and started crying.