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Bulma shot up in bed, her alarm ringing in the background. She shut it off with a loud thud and leaned against her headboard, her forehead glimmering with a sheen of sweat.
What in Kami's name had just happened?
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"What do you think it means?" Bulma asked anxiously as she paced around, wringing her hands. All day she'd gone over the dream in her head, trying to figure it out, trying to decipher it; she barely got through her classes. But, upon becoming intensely frustrated, she decided to seek advice.
"That you still love Vegeta?" Chi-Chi offered, adjusting Gohan in her arms.
"Maybe you feel bad for Vegeta," Goku gave a shot at an answer to Bulma's almost impossible question.
"No, no," Bulma sighed, dismissing the obvious answers.
"You don't still love him?" Chi-Chi couldn't keep the shocked look off her face.
"That has nothing to do with anything."
"Do you love him?"
"Maybe it means I'm going to end up with Rikyu."
"Stop ignoring the question!" Chi-Chi snapped, startling Gohan. "Goku, dear, could you go change him?" He nodded, gently picking up his son and carrying him out of the room; he wasn't a complete idiot, he knew that she wanted to talk to Bulma alone.
"Why do you ask me that?" Bulma's voice was soft, but heavy, as she fell back onto Chi-Chi's bed.
"So you love him?"
"I'm with Rikyu, I'm focusing on Rikyu."
"Bulma, please, just answer me. You know I'll take it to my grave if that's what you want."
"It's so hard, you have no idea. I want to reconcile with Vegeta, but then he's such a jerk."
"Because he pictures Rikyu standing beside you when you're with him. It's hard for him too. He wants to be the best for you, but he won't intrude upon your relationship."
"But then I feel so guilty with Rikyu, because I want to be with him, but every time we're together I can't stop picturing Vegeta. I need a vacation."
"Listen," Chi-Chi said, leaning back against her headboard. "I know that you love Vegeta-Listen-but you also have very strong feelings for Rikyu and the fact that Vegeta was unfaithful to you is leaning you more towards Rikyu, but is that what you really, truly want? Can you see yourself with him for the rest of your life? Can you picture him, and Trunks, and you in a family portrait together? Or is Vegeta's face there?"
"But how can I trust him? How can I know he won't do the same thing again?"
"Think about what he told you that day about what happened between him and Arisa. Do you believe it?"
"Yes, and he admitted to cheating on me."
"Yes, but did it sound like it was his fault? Or more like he got caught up and his mind was still stuck where it had been before he was with you?"
"He still cheated on me, Chi," she sighed heavily, forcing her tears back. She wanted to cry, but not there, not with Chi-Chi watching her.
"He loves you Bulma."
"And Rikyu? He doesn't love me?"
"He loves you, but-"
"But what? But his love isn't good enough?"
"No, he loves you, but he's caught in his jealousy for Vegeta. Isn't that what you hate most?"
"He can't help it, I mean, I did kiss him."
"You can't blame yourself for loving someone, B."
"I'm not excusing my cheating because of that."
"So you do love him." Chi-Chi perked, gripping her pillow tightly.
"Of course I do, damn it!" she spat, causing Chi-Chi to shrink back, covering half her face with her pillow; Bulma could be really scary sometimes. "I've loved him almost since I first saw him! I love him more than he could ever know it and that bastard ruined my life!" She couldn't stop the tears now; it was useless.
"And Rikyu?" Chi-Chi squeaked, her face almost completely covered with the pillow, her hands shaking slightly.
"I love him too," she sighed, choking down as many tears and sobs as she could.
"You love Rikyu too? As much as Vegeta?"
Silence.
"Oh Bulma…"
"Not as much. I don't know. Chi, I can't do this. I can't handle this kind of stuff. Tell me what to do."
"You know what I'll say." She reached out, taking her life-long friend's hand. "Who do you truly love? Who makes your breath catch in your throat every time he's in the room? Whose name is constantly on your mind?"
"Rikyu's like a brother to me. I can't hurt him. I won't hurt him."
"You hurt two people if you stay with him."
"But I can't be the cause of his pain."
"And Vegeta's?"
"He caused his own pain and you know it. I'm not responsible for his heart."
"But you want to be, Bulma, and that's why it hurts."
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"Why do I bother?" Vegeta mumbled to himself before taking a sip of his glass of orange juice.
"Because you love her," came his mother's voice, as she entered the room, placing Tsukiyama in her high chair.
"I didn't ask you. Where's Trunks?"
"Tom's playing with him in the den, and I know you didn't ask me, but I'm your mother and I should have a say in this."
"It's my life."
"Yes, but I'm not about to let you screw it up."
"I already did," he sighed, pushing the orange juice away; nothing seemed to satisfy him anymore.
"And she won't consider you again?" Mrs. Ouji's voice twisted slightly; she loved Bulma to death and hated seeing her and her son on such horrible terms. She wanted the best for them both, but their being together seemed to be the worst, no matter how much light she tried to shine on the matter.
"Of course not."
"Have you considered dating?" She hated to ask.
"I have, and it doesn't work. Where did you say Trunks was?"
"Tom has him," she groaned, not at Vegeta, but her newest daughter, who decided that her strained carrots looked better on mommy's face than in her own mouth. "Will you let me set you up on a blind date?" She whipped her face with the back of her hand, trying again. "She eats just like you did."
"You're insane. What makes you think I'll entertain some psycho you pick out?"
"What makes you think I'll pick out a psycho? Come on. Give it a chance. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I could die," he snorted, sliding off his stool.
"Where're you going?"
"I've been asking about my son for the past ten minutes. Why do you think I'm going?" Before she could yell at him for being snappy, he was gone.
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"Why?" Rikyu asked stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, reminding Bulma of a certain someone.
"Do you really need to ask?" she sighed, jingling her keys nervously around her finger.
"Yes, I really do. It doesn't make any sense."
"Are you angry with me?"
"I'm not happy. Tell me."
"Why doesn't it make sense? You had to know it was a possibility."
"No, to tell you the truth, I didn't. But now that it's here, I think I deserve a reason."
"I'm sorry I sprung it so suddenly, but I had no choice."
"You can do whatever you want. No one forced you into this."
"It doesn't affect only me, Rikyu!" she snapped, gripping her keys so tightly they dug into her palm.
"Yeah, it affects Vegeta too."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I'm doing this whether you like it or not. Do what you will," she hissed, slamming the door behind her.
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"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting it," Vegeta groaned, hoisting Trunks onto his hip and going to answer the door.
"Hello," chirped a beautiful woman on the other side. Vegeta's eyes instantly went to hers; they were blue, the same blue as Bulma's. Her hair was quite different, naturally, no one had her aqua marine locks; it was swept up in curls of chocolate and caramel, settling neatly atop her shoulders. She was dressed as though going out to dinner, a slinky black dress that extenuated all her curves and spike-heeled shiny black shoes to match.
He didn't answer.
"You must be Vegeta."
"Who are you?" It was definitely a demand, but that didn't seem to faze her; she knew his name, therefore probably knew something about him.
"I'm Nyoko, you're date."
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Chi-Chi tumbled backwards into 18's den, nearly falling over and spilling the glasses of iced tea she was carrying. Just in time though, Bulma caught her, propping her back on two feet.
"The door swings, Chi," 18 laughed, knowing she knew that and had just forgotten. She grabbed her sweating glass of lemon tea, took a sip, but nearly spit it out again when she couldn't get the image of Chi-Chi tumbling over out of her head.
"Shut up," Chi-Chi snapped, jabbing a bendy straw in amongst her cubes of ice.
"Oh come on, it was funny. You would have laughed if it happened to us," Bulma cajoled, easing comfortably into one of Tamotsu and Yumako's huge puffy chairs.
"What'd Rikyu say?" Chi-Chi changed the subject so quickly Bulma nearly choked on her tea.
"What?" she coughed, stalling for time; she'd grown to hate discussing either Rikyu or Vegeta with Chi-Chi.
"You heard me. What did Rikyu say when you went over this afternoon?"
"He got mad," she sighed, setting her glass down rather hard. "He's so stubborn, just like all his brothers."
"It's probably a family thing," 18 commented, neither girl seemed to hear her though.
"He got mad? That's ridiculous," Chi-Chi huffed, completely abandoning her iced tea.
"Bulma-" Their heads turned to 18. "-how would you feel if Rikyu did the same with an ex-girlfriend of his?"
"I wouldn't have a problem with it. Besides, it's not only for me."
"Yes, but he obviously doesn't see the big picture."
"Obviously. He's being a child. He needs to learn there are other people in the world besides him," Chi-Chi said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms rigidly over her chest. "What about Vegeta?" The focus did a one-eighty, nailing Bulma in the face.
"What about him?" Was her tension showing?
"What's he think about everything?"
"I haven't talked to him yet. Last I knew we were fighting."
"Again?"
"I'll always be fighting with him, he's impossible."
"I could say the same for you," came a deep masculine voice from the doorway; no one had heard the swinging door's squeaky hinges.
"Vegeta," Chi-Chi and 18 said happily, smiling as he strewed into the den.
"Vegeta," Bulma growled under her breath, still angry with their last meeting.
"17's not here long," 18 informed him, sucking the last bit of iced tea threw her straw, the sound echoing in her glass. "He's got a blind double date."
"I know." He smirked at her, though couldn't help but steel a glance at Bulma; she didn't notice.
"He tell you?"
"Nope."
"How'd'you know then?"
"You need two couples for a double date." His smirked curled higher, till it seemed to be pulled up by a fishhook; Bulma's face couldn't have looked more shocked. Sure, he'd been with other girls since her, but to so blatantly announce a date in front of her?--that just wasn't him.
"Why're you going on a blind date?" 18 wasn't buying it, she smelled a scam, and though she was all for Bulma and Vegeta getting back together, she didn't want it to be from deception.
"I need to move on with my life," he stated nonchalantly, trying to force his smirk to behave.
"Well I'm glad you're finally taking my advice," Bulma snorted, snatching up her glass, nearly spilling its contents on her lap. "Where is your whore-er-date?"
"In the car. She didn't want to make tension with you here."
"Oh no, no problem. I'd love to meet her actually. Go get her, I'll go tell 17 you're ready."
Vegeta faltered a moment, unprepared for her hasty acceptance, though regained his composure and sauntered out of the room.
"She's probably sluttier than Arisa," Bulma huffed, trudging out a few seconds after Vegeta, though turning a different way in search of 17. She found him soon enough, primping himself in a full-length hall mirror; his hair must be giving him trouble, for that seemed his main focus. "Vegeta's here."
"For what?"
"Your double date." She tried her hardest not to sound snotty.
"Seriously?" His hair was forgotten in his suddenly confusion.
"Umm, yeah. That's what he said. Why?"
"Nothing, just that it's weird and all, and I didn't know he was going. Yumako just said she was setting me up on a blind date. I didn't question it."
"Makes sense if you think about it."
"Yeah, from Yumako's point of view."
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing. Where's Vegeta? Out front?"
"In the den," she said, arching her eyebrow. "What did you mean, 17?" But he was already halfway there.
"Nyoko?" 17 nearly gasped as he entered the den, drifting quickly towards the beautiful brunette, his arms outstretched for a hug.
"Oh my kami 17, I haven't seen you in ages." Her voice was sweet and easy to listen to, not the high-pitched bimbo voices Vegeta's girls usually had; Bulma wasn't impressed, she had to have a flaw.
"Where d'you know her from?" 18 interjected, not at all liking the familiarity.
"It's Nyo," he replied, confusing all but 18 and Nyoko.
"Whose Nyo?" Bulma couldn't stop herself.
"We met when I was a camp counselor a few years back. Been keeping in touch ever since. I should have known Yumako would try to set us up."
"Oh no," Nyoko sighed, her face transforming from happy to sad in one quick liquid motion; no flaws yet, but there had to be. "I'm Vegeta's date, 17."
"Oh!" He smacked himself with the butt of his hand. "Now it makes sense. So where's my date?"
"Urako should be here soon."
"Ur-Urako?" Vegeta stuttered, his face almost paling. "Urako who?"
"Urako Ibi," Nyoko said, raising a suspicious eyebrow at him.
The name struck Bulma suddenly as intensely familiar, that she'd heard that name before in reference to Vegeta not too long ago. But where? Who had said it? What had they been talking about?
"They all come back to haunt you sooner or later, Vegeta," 18 laughed, instantly reminding Bulma of where she knew that name from; the Nanami sisters, Hiroe, Arisa, and so many others, including Urako, Vegeta had been with them all.
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---Chapter 16! Hey, we're getting progress here, right? Bulma's drifting more towards Vegeta and Vegeta certainly still wants Bulma, plus no one else seems to be truly giving up on them. The dates are a little curve backwards, but don't worry, I won't let you down! :D Oh, and what about that conflict with Rikyu? What did Bulma tell him that he got so angry about? It maybe not be what you're thinking—dunt, dunt, DUNT!
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Bulma shot up in bed, her alarm ringing in the background. She shut it off with a loud thud and leaned against her headboard, her forehead glimmering with a sheen of sweat.
What in Kami's name had just happened?
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"What do you think it means?" Bulma asked anxiously as she paced around, wringing her hands. All day she'd gone over the dream in her head, trying to figure it out, trying to decipher it; she barely got through her classes. But, upon becoming intensely frustrated, she decided to seek advice.
"That you still love Vegeta?" Chi-Chi offered, adjusting Gohan in her arms.
"Maybe you feel bad for Vegeta," Goku gave a shot at an answer to Bulma's almost impossible question.
"No, no," Bulma sighed, dismissing the obvious answers.
"You don't still love him?" Chi-Chi couldn't keep the shocked look off her face.
"That has nothing to do with anything."
"Do you love him?"
"Maybe it means I'm going to end up with Rikyu."
"Stop ignoring the question!" Chi-Chi snapped, startling Gohan. "Goku, dear, could you go change him?" He nodded, gently picking up his son and carrying him out of the room; he wasn't a complete idiot, he knew that she wanted to talk to Bulma alone.
"Why do you ask me that?" Bulma's voice was soft, but heavy, as she fell back onto Chi-Chi's bed.
"So you love him?"
"I'm with Rikyu, I'm focusing on Rikyu."
"Bulma, please, just answer me. You know I'll take it to my grave if that's what you want."
"It's so hard, you have no idea. I want to reconcile with Vegeta, but then he's such a jerk."
"Because he pictures Rikyu standing beside you when you're with him. It's hard for him too. He wants to be the best for you, but he won't intrude upon your relationship."
"But then I feel so guilty with Rikyu, because I want to be with him, but every time we're together I can't stop picturing Vegeta. I need a vacation."
"Listen," Chi-Chi said, leaning back against her headboard. "I know that you love Vegeta-Listen-but you also have very strong feelings for Rikyu and the fact that Vegeta was unfaithful to you is leaning you more towards Rikyu, but is that what you really, truly want? Can you see yourself with him for the rest of your life? Can you picture him, and Trunks, and you in a family portrait together? Or is Vegeta's face there?"
"But how can I trust him? How can I know he won't do the same thing again?"
"Think about what he told you that day about what happened between him and Arisa. Do you believe it?"
"Yes, and he admitted to cheating on me."
"Yes, but did it sound like it was his fault? Or more like he got caught up and his mind was still stuck where it had been before he was with you?"
"He still cheated on me, Chi," she sighed heavily, forcing her tears back. She wanted to cry, but not there, not with Chi-Chi watching her.
"He loves you Bulma."
"And Rikyu? He doesn't love me?"
"He loves you, but-"
"But what? But his love isn't good enough?"
"No, he loves you, but he's caught in his jealousy for Vegeta. Isn't that what you hate most?"
"He can't help it, I mean, I did kiss him."
"You can't blame yourself for loving someone, B."
"I'm not excusing my cheating because of that."
"So you do love him." Chi-Chi perked, gripping her pillow tightly.
"Of course I do, damn it!" she spat, causing Chi-Chi to shrink back, covering half her face with her pillow; Bulma could be really scary sometimes. "I've loved him almost since I first saw him! I love him more than he could ever know it and that bastard ruined my life!" She couldn't stop the tears now; it was useless.
"And Rikyu?" Chi-Chi squeaked, her face almost completely covered with the pillow, her hands shaking slightly.
"I love him too," she sighed, choking down as many tears and sobs as she could.
"You love Rikyu too? As much as Vegeta?"
Silence.
"Oh Bulma…"
"Not as much. I don't know. Chi, I can't do this. I can't handle this kind of stuff. Tell me what to do."
"You know what I'll say." She reached out, taking her life-long friend's hand. "Who do you truly love? Who makes your breath catch in your throat every time he's in the room? Whose name is constantly on your mind?"
"Rikyu's like a brother to me. I can't hurt him. I won't hurt him."
"You hurt two people if you stay with him."
"But I can't be the cause of his pain."
"And Vegeta's?"
"He caused his own pain and you know it. I'm not responsible for his heart."
"But you want to be, Bulma, and that's why it hurts."
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"Why do I bother?" Vegeta mumbled to himself before taking a sip of his glass of orange juice.
"Because you love her," came his mother's voice, as she entered the room, placing Tsukiyama in her high chair.
"I didn't ask you. Where's Trunks?"
"Tom's playing with him in the den, and I know you didn't ask me, but I'm your mother and I should have a say in this."
"It's my life."
"Yes, but I'm not about to let you screw it up."
"I already did," he sighed, pushing the orange juice away; nothing seemed to satisfy him anymore.
"And she won't consider you again?" Mrs. Ouji's voice twisted slightly; she loved Bulma to death and hated seeing her and her son on such horrible terms. She wanted the best for them both, but their being together seemed to be the worst, no matter how much light she tried to shine on the matter.
"Of course not."
"Have you considered dating?" She hated to ask.
"I have, and it doesn't work. Where did you say Trunks was?"
"Tom has him," she groaned, not at Vegeta, but her newest daughter, who decided that her strained carrots looked better on mommy's face than in her own mouth. "Will you let me set you up on a blind date?" She whipped her face with the back of her hand, trying again. "She eats just like you did."
"You're insane. What makes you think I'll entertain some psycho you pick out?"
"What makes you think I'll pick out a psycho? Come on. Give it a chance. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I could die," he snorted, sliding off his stool.
"Where're you going?"
"I've been asking about my son for the past ten minutes. Why do you think I'm going?" Before she could yell at him for being snappy, he was gone.
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"Why?" Rikyu asked stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, reminding Bulma of a certain someone.
"Do you really need to ask?" she sighed, jingling her keys nervously around her finger.
"Yes, I really do. It doesn't make any sense."
"Are you angry with me?"
"I'm not happy. Tell me."
"Why doesn't it make sense? You had to know it was a possibility."
"No, to tell you the truth, I didn't. But now that it's here, I think I deserve a reason."
"I'm sorry I sprung it so suddenly, but I had no choice."
"You can do whatever you want. No one forced you into this."
"It doesn't affect only me, Rikyu!" she snapped, gripping her keys so tightly they dug into her palm.
"Yeah, it affects Vegeta too."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I'm doing this whether you like it or not. Do what you will," she hissed, slamming the door behind her.
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"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting it," Vegeta groaned, hoisting Trunks onto his hip and going to answer the door.
"Hello," chirped a beautiful woman on the other side. Vegeta's eyes instantly went to hers; they were blue, the same blue as Bulma's. Her hair was quite different, naturally, no one had her aqua marine locks; it was swept up in curls of chocolate and caramel, settling neatly atop her shoulders. She was dressed as though going out to dinner, a slinky black dress that extenuated all her curves and spike-heeled shiny black shoes to match.
He didn't answer.
"You must be Vegeta."
"Who are you?" It was definitely a demand, but that didn't seem to faze her; she knew his name, therefore probably knew something about him.
"I'm Nyoko, you're date."
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Chi-Chi tumbled backwards into 18's den, nearly falling over and spilling the glasses of iced tea she was carrying. Just in time though, Bulma caught her, propping her back on two feet.
"The door swings, Chi," 18 laughed, knowing she knew that and had just forgotten. She grabbed her sweating glass of lemon tea, took a sip, but nearly spit it out again when she couldn't get the image of Chi-Chi tumbling over out of her head.
"Shut up," Chi-Chi snapped, jabbing a bendy straw in amongst her cubes of ice.
"Oh come on, it was funny. You would have laughed if it happened to us," Bulma cajoled, easing comfortably into one of Tamotsu and Yumako's huge puffy chairs.
"What'd Rikyu say?" Chi-Chi changed the subject so quickly Bulma nearly choked on her tea.
"What?" she coughed, stalling for time; she'd grown to hate discussing either Rikyu or Vegeta with Chi-Chi.
"You heard me. What did Rikyu say when you went over this afternoon?"
"He got mad," she sighed, setting her glass down rather hard. "He's so stubborn, just like all his brothers."
"It's probably a family thing," 18 commented, neither girl seemed to hear her though.
"He got mad? That's ridiculous," Chi-Chi huffed, completely abandoning her iced tea.
"Bulma-" Their heads turned to 18. "-how would you feel if Rikyu did the same with an ex-girlfriend of his?"
"I wouldn't have a problem with it. Besides, it's not only for me."
"Yes, but he obviously doesn't see the big picture."
"Obviously. He's being a child. He needs to learn there are other people in the world besides him," Chi-Chi said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms rigidly over her chest. "What about Vegeta?" The focus did a one-eighty, nailing Bulma in the face.
"What about him?" Was her tension showing?
"What's he think about everything?"
"I haven't talked to him yet. Last I knew we were fighting."
"Again?"
"I'll always be fighting with him, he's impossible."
"I could say the same for you," came a deep masculine voice from the doorway; no one had heard the swinging door's squeaky hinges.
"Vegeta," Chi-Chi and 18 said happily, smiling as he strewed into the den.
"Vegeta," Bulma growled under her breath, still angry with their last meeting.
"17's not here long," 18 informed him, sucking the last bit of iced tea threw her straw, the sound echoing in her glass. "He's got a blind double date."
"I know." He smirked at her, though couldn't help but steel a glance at Bulma; she didn't notice.
"He tell you?"
"Nope."
"How'd'you know then?"
"You need two couples for a double date." His smirked curled higher, till it seemed to be pulled up by a fishhook; Bulma's face couldn't have looked more shocked. Sure, he'd been with other girls since her, but to so blatantly announce a date in front of her?--that just wasn't him.
"Why're you going on a blind date?" 18 wasn't buying it, she smelled a scam, and though she was all for Bulma and Vegeta getting back together, she didn't want it to be from deception.
"I need to move on with my life," he stated nonchalantly, trying to force his smirk to behave.
"Well I'm glad you're finally taking my advice," Bulma snorted, snatching up her glass, nearly spilling its contents on her lap. "Where is your whore-er-date?"
"In the car. She didn't want to make tension with you here."
"Oh no, no problem. I'd love to meet her actually. Go get her, I'll go tell 17 you're ready."
Vegeta faltered a moment, unprepared for her hasty acceptance, though regained his composure and sauntered out of the room.
"She's probably sluttier than Arisa," Bulma huffed, trudging out a few seconds after Vegeta, though turning a different way in search of 17. She found him soon enough, primping himself in a full-length hall mirror; his hair must be giving him trouble, for that seemed his main focus. "Vegeta's here."
"For what?"
"Your double date." She tried her hardest not to sound snotty.
"Seriously?" His hair was forgotten in his suddenly confusion.
"Umm, yeah. That's what he said. Why?"
"Nothing, just that it's weird and all, and I didn't know he was going. Yumako just said she was setting me up on a blind date. I didn't question it."
"Makes sense if you think about it."
"Yeah, from Yumako's point of view."
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing. Where's Vegeta? Out front?"
"In the den," she said, arching her eyebrow. "What did you mean, 17?" But he was already halfway there.
"Nyoko?" 17 nearly gasped as he entered the den, drifting quickly towards the beautiful brunette, his arms outstretched for a hug.
"Oh my kami 17, I haven't seen you in ages." Her voice was sweet and easy to listen to, not the high-pitched bimbo voices Vegeta's girls usually had; Bulma wasn't impressed, she had to have a flaw.
"Where d'you know her from?" 18 interjected, not at all liking the familiarity.
"It's Nyo," he replied, confusing all but 18 and Nyoko.
"Whose Nyo?" Bulma couldn't stop herself.
"We met when I was a camp counselor a few years back. Been keeping in touch ever since. I should have known Yumako would try to set us up."
"Oh no," Nyoko sighed, her face transforming from happy to sad in one quick liquid motion; no flaws yet, but there had to be. "I'm Vegeta's date, 17."
"Oh!" He smacked himself with the butt of his hand. "Now it makes sense. So where's my date?"
"Urako should be here soon."
"Ur-Urako?" Vegeta stuttered, his face almost paling. "Urako who?"
"Urako Ibi," Nyoko said, raising a suspicious eyebrow at him.
The name struck Bulma suddenly as intensely familiar, that she'd heard that name before in reference to Vegeta not too long ago. But where? Who had said it? What had they been talking about?
"They all come back to haunt you sooner or later, Vegeta," 18 laughed, instantly reminding Bulma of where she knew that name from; the Nanami sisters, Hiroe, Arisa, and so many others, including Urako, Vegeta had been with them all.
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---Chapter 16! Hey, we're getting progress here, right? Bulma's drifting more towards Vegeta and Vegeta certainly still wants Bulma, plus no one else seems to be truly giving up on them. The dates are a little curve backwards, but don't worry, I won't let you down! :D Oh, and what about that conflict with Rikyu? What did Bulma tell him that he got so angry about? It maybe not be what you're thinking—dunt, dunt, DUNT!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: Vegeta and 17's date, Bulma's reaction, trouble for Trunks????