Bulma picked up the phone as Krillin's message went off on her answering machine. He never got to finish because Roshi needed to use the phone and made him get off. She dailed his number almost absentmindedly, her mind off in space. Scenes of her day flashed in her head, and suddenly a picture of Vegeta at a stunningly beautiful angle where the light hit his skin so perfectly, that it highlighted all his features. "Bulma? BULMA?!" Krillin screamed into the phone. The blue haired girl jumped suddenly as her attention was brought back down to the receiver by mouth. "Oh, hey what's up Krillin? No long no...speak." she said looking in the mirror on the other wall, checking to see if the bruise on her nose had cleared up any. "Oh nothin' much. How 'bout you? I called early but I got the answering machine." "Oh I know, didn't leave to much of a message." She laughed out slightly, taking off her shoes and sitting down on the soft navy blue couch. "Yeah sorry about that, the old man was rushing me off....hey Bulma will you hold on for a second?" Krillin said over some racket going on in the background. "Yeah sure." Bulma answered, picking up a thin remote control. She pushed the white button and a large, thin screen TV slowly lowered from the ceiling, accompanied by an electronic buzzing sound. "I'm so sorry Krillin I was just trying to help," Bulma heard faintly through the phone. The voice sounded like a female's, but she just couldn't put a finger on who. "Aw don't worry, look just add a little pepper and it'll be fine." Krillin's voice assured the girl. The mysterious girl laughed a little. "Well I'll see you tomorrow, I really appreciate you helping me on this Home EC. Project, I can't even cook cereal without messing something up." "It's okay, don't mention it. You don't need any gas money do you? 'Cause when you came over I noticed the tank was almost on empty.." "Oh no Krillin that's okay. Bye!" Bulma heard the girl call out and followed by the loud click of the heavy wooden door. Bulma's lips curled up into a sad smile. She was so WRONG! Krillin was 1,0000 times better then Yamucha. He had such a good heart, and was willing to help anyone. Truth be told, he wasn't all that ugly as some girls thought. Just because he was short and bald. He was bald because of Bulma and her freak experiment with shampoo. It was supposed to increase the length, volume and luster of hair, instead she created a hair removing shampoo and Krillin's thick black hair fell out in patches the next day. He didn't get too mad, he knew it was a mistake, so he just went to the barber shop and got it all shaved. Bulma frowned to herself and felt a familiar lump form in her throat. She bad mouth Krillin when he probably never gave her nothing but complements behide her back. She was going to have to make it up to him somehow.. "Bulma...BULMA!" Krillin shouted again. "WHAT?" "Where have you been all day?" "Ooohh...I went to that amusement park today. Clear my mind," "Oh, have fun?" "Hm...I guess you could say I had a pretty good time." Bulma said smiling and mentally smacked herself for thinking about Vegeta the way she was. "Speaking of amusement," Krillin started, making Bulma pay close attention. "Chichi's been acting real strange." "Yeah we-" "I already know about the fight." Krillin said making Bulma's heart drop down to her stomach. "But anyway, that's not it. It's like everytime I go around her...okay here's a perfect example. Today I ran into her. I asked her how she was doing and all she said was 'Why don't you ask 18 how I'm doing?' You and Chichi has been my friends since forever, You'd think I'd know you like a book. But once puberty hits it's totally different." Krillin joked. Even with his joking tone, Bulma could sense the distress in his voice. "Not only that but I ran into Goku before I ran into Chichi and he told me he hasn't talked to her in a long time, and asked if anything was up. Now you know Chichi loved talking to Goku. That's all she would talk about. 'Goku's so funny, Goku's so cute..Goku this Goku that.'" Krillin said, anger rising in his voice slightly. And with those little words, an idea popped into Bulma's brilliant mind. "How are you 18?" Bulma asked changing the subject. She smiled to herself, resting her below on the arm rest on the sofa and put her legs up on the couch. She balanced the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she took a fingernail file off the table and began to give herself a small manicure. "18? She's awesome," Krillin said happily, " we never get to meet a lot, and she's sort of quiet. Hard to get her to talk, but I'm quiet around her too so maybe that's why she doesn't talk. I dunno, I think she doesn't like me as much as I like her." "But you got her phone number." Bulma said remembering the day at the park. "I didn't get her number. Her brother gave it to me." Krillin said, switching ears. He sat down on a pillow in front of the TV, picking up the remote to the VCR. "yeah, he said she was too shy to give it to me. When I got the balls to actually call she hardly even knew who I was until I said the bald guy." He said looking at the VCR, "I wonder what Roshi was watching.." He said to himself, pushing play on the remote. "Krillin what are you watching?" Bulma asked over the phone soon as she heard lusty moans and groans float through the phone. Krillin fumbled with the remote, trying to turn it off. Suddenly without warning the door popped open. Krillin expect it to be Roshi, but instead it was none other then the icy eyed cheerleader and her look-a-like brother with Master Roshi following behide them. 18's eyes popped out as she saw the porno on TV. Her bother, 17 busted with laughter and fell over to his side. Roshi looked at Krillin and patted his back. "That's my boy! Researching for the final test!" Roshi said smiling. Bulma chuckled on the other end, covering her mouth to stop from screaming with laughter. "We better go," 18 said grabbing her hysterical brother. "Oh no let's stay this is rich!" he laughed out. 18 pulled him harder until she was dragging him out of the door and hopped in her car. "NO 18 IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! 18??Oh shit forget it. Bulma I'll call some other time. Bye," Krillin said hanging up quickly.

Bulma smiled to herself, picking up a nearby phonebook from under the small table which the phone was sitting on. She flipped through the pages, and finally found the number she was looking for. She followed the 7 digits carefully, waiting patiently as 4 rings went by then a click. "Hello?" a deep voice called from the other end. "Piccolo? I need ya help." "Who is this?" "BULMA, duh," "How did you get-" "Phonebook." "Oh...well what do you want?" "I need Vegeta's number." Bulma said politely. "Which one?" "What do you mean 'which one'? How many does he have?" "Well there's this other number, then there's the number where he stays at." "Well give me that number." "Okay..936-5789." Piccolo said off the top of his head. "Thanks." Bulma said smiling. "No problem." Piccolo said before hanging up. Bulma quickly dialed the number the green boy had given her. It rang a good 10 times before Bulma got fed up. Her pretty bruised up face twisted in anger and fusrated as she pulled the phone from her ear about to hang up. "HELLO!?" she heard someone scream into the phone. She quickly held it up to her ear, rock music played in the background. "Hey...um..yeah is Vegeta there?" she asked a little frightened that Piccolo gave her the wrong number. The guy on the other end chuckled, a british/astraillian accent covered his every word. "Hey mate, there's a babe on the phone for ya," the guy said before shouting "WWOOOOO!" and started to dance wildly with his other friends to the music. Vegeta picked up the phone, growling angrily at the loud music and started to weave around the large speakers, cords and beer cans. "What?" he said in a blunt tone as always. "Hey 'Geta it's me." Bulma said. "Who's me?" Vegeta replied stubbornly. "BULMA IDIOT!" She said harshly at him. She heard the slam of the flimsy door and the silence of night hushing the music. She could make out the same annoying barking dog in the background. "What do you want woman?" Vegeta asked, sitting on the bumper of a large truck. "How would you like to get over 18, help your friend Goku and help me at the same time?" she asked. "Forget it." "I'll pay you..." "What do you want me to do?"