Melonie smiled at the group of people as they exited out of the house. She put the rim of her pop can to her lips and looked around at the mess of cups and trash on the floor. Launch and Piccolo snuggled happily on the couch, laughing about something. Krillin, 18 and her brother was cleaning up the kitchen and Goku and Chichi where cleaning up the yard. The party was definitely a success. Bulma stepped back inside the house, still talking on the phone to her parents who had called just a few minutes ago. "No Mom, all that noise is the TV.. no I don't have anyone over at the house. Yeah, yea I know," she said nodding to a guy and a girl as they walked past. "Dinner? Oh I'll think of somethin'," Bulma continued picking up a broom and started sweeping. Vegeta who was leaning up agasint the wall watched Bulma's face contort in different emotions before letting out a huge sigh. "NO, me and Yamucha are not back together. No...yes...uh..yea sure...okay. All right bye, love you. Okay. Bye bye," she turned to everyone. "All right, GUYS, DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE MESS!" She shouted throwing the broom in the closet. "I'll hire a maid or something to clean this shit up. I have to get back to the house."
"All right Bulma. Can I have the left overs?" Goku asked walking into the kitchen.
"Sure, help yourself. If anyone needs a ride, they better come on now, because I'm leaving."
"Why are you in a big rush?" Piccolo asked as he ran a hand through Launch's purple hair.
"My parents have this guy to check up on me to make sure I'm 'carrying out my punishment.' He's gonna be there in-" she paused to check her watch, "an hour and a half. So does anyone need a ride?" she asked again. "Vegeta?" Bulma turned to first. He looked down and shook his head. "Melonie?"
"I'm ridin' with Vegeta."
"Oh," Bulma said with a touch of attitude. Melonie smiled to herself and sipped her coke as she stole a glance at Vegeta. He had been so quiet for the whole evening, it was creepy. And gloomy, not his usual cocky arrogant self. She took in a deep breath and turned back to Bulma. "So everyone has a ride?"
"Yes," the crowd all answered in a lazy tone. They where all so worn out from the party, it was as if someone took a tube stuck it up them and drained their energy completely. It amazed Bulma that they tried to help cleaning up.
"I'm not ready to go home yet," Vegeta said out loud. Some of the crowd nodded with him, even though he was talking about his big palace over seas, not his tiny trailer park with his hormone driven, rock star room mate. Bulma pressed her lips together as she pulled her jacket off the couch.
"If you want Vegeta, I-I mean you guys," she quickly corrected herself. "You can camp out here."
"Really?!" Chichi asked in the middle of stuffing chips into Goku's mouth.
"Yeah, just remember to take care of my house. Call up the cleaning company and have them come over, the number is on the 'fridge." Bulma said waving. She grabbed her keys and walked out to her car. Bulma knew, if she could trust anybody in the world to take care of the house, it'll be the people still burnt out from the party. And Melonie? Well, Melonie wasn't half bad. EXTREMELY different from the air-head blonde in the bathroom that night at the movies. Her and Vegeta seemed to be really good friends. As much as Bulma didn't want to admit it, it looked as if Melonie was taking her place. At first it was Vegeta and Bulma. Now Melonie and Vegeta? Seemed as if everyone replaced Bulma.
The aqua haired girl gritted her teeth as she grabbed the car door and opened it up. She hated to feel jealously towards Melonie because she was a really cool girl. But why did she care if Vegeta was hanging around her? Wasn't like they where going out or anything.....
Bulma quickly erased those thoughts out of her head and got into the car. What was wrong with her? What difference does it make if Vegeta was with Melonie? She rode down to her estate, all kinds of thoughts and emotions running though her confused head. She thought about how when she first saw him, and how she forgot for a second she was with Yamucha. Her fight with Chichi, the freak experiment that caused Krillin to lose all his hair. How Piccolo flirted with her to make Yamucha jealous. Bulma laughed to herself pulling up into the drive way, remembering how Yamucha's eye was twitching at the sight of his girl..well ex girl now, was in the arms of this huge green football player. She turned the car off and walked up to the house. Stopping right before the stairs, Bulma noticed the lights where on. She peaked through the window and saw the thick white fuzzy hair and cold blue eyes. The man moved slightly, catching a glimpse of Bulma, but she quickly moved away from the window. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen.
Her breath caught in her throat. What the hell is he doing here so early- she thought to herself. her blue eyes spotted his car parked out front. She quickly ran over to the black truck and placed a hand on the hood, which was still hot. Since it was still hot, that meant he just got there. Bulma's eyes darted around nervously, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and her heart pounding in her ears. "Think Bulma think!" She shouted to herself and started walking around the house. She spotted her bedroom window with the light turned off and grinned, but quickly frowned. "What if he's already checked? No way, he hasn't gone upstairs yet. It's a huge house, I could be anywhere!"
"Who's there!?" A voice shouted out. Bulma slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. The guy her parents sent to check up on her had obviously heard Bulma talking to herself like a crazy person. She saw his shadow walking around the corner off the house. He looked on the side of the house, his icy eyes darting everywhere but saw nothing. Crossing his arms the old man turned back around and walked into the house. "Hearing things, am I getting that old?" he mumbled to himself while closing the door behide him. "Now where is that damn girl? I could be here for hours searching for her, I haven't checked her room yet," he spoke. He turned the corner, walking into the kitchen and up the stair case. He was suddenly hit with something he hadn't planed on. There was 10 doors down the long hallway, her room could be one out of ten. So he had to go checking each one.
"Nope not here," he said opening one door on the left. Then turned to the right. "Nope, not here either." This went on 9 times before he came to a door with a huge sign that said BULMA'S ROOM! DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT PERMISSION OR I'LL HIRE SOMEONE TO KILL YOU in big bold letters. Mentally slapping himself for not noticing the obvious, he opened the door. The room was way bigger then the others and was pitch black expect for the faint blue light seeking in through the large window. He clicked on the light and looked around, spotting a bundle of under a soft baby blue comforter. It snored loudly, strands of blue hair was all over the pillow. He smiled gently and closed the door. "The Briefs got a good girl, if that was my daughter she'll be off having a party," he commented.
"M-mommy, Daddy," The body like figure mumbled and continued to snore. He clicked the light off and walked down stairs silently, grabbed his jacket and left.

Bulma peeked from behide the couch and ran upstairs. She busted into her room, clicked on the light and collapsed on her bed. "That wasn't so hard," she said in between pants. Feeling uncomfortable from whatever she was laying on, she reached under her back and pulled out a doll with long blue hair and a goofy smile on its face. The snoring continued, however. Bulma reached under her pillow and shut off the tape recorder of her fake snoring. The young genius smiled to herself while pulling off her shoes and turning on her TV.
"Being this smart has got to be a crime," she said laying back and laughing.