I DON"T OWN DBZ!!!! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!

To my extra special reviews Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Thanks to Shigasu, pandora66, Tiggerlily, Firey queen86, adbzfan2k03, and Chosa!

As to:

Da Bomb: I have something like that planned in the future! Like in the last few chapters! Thanks ever so much for the review!

Moonsaiyanprincess: Yes! Mwah ha ha ha! Lol, don't worry, he won't be around for long ::wink wink::

Lei-Chan: You bet ya, Bulma kicked her ass! I think I am planning another fight scene later and well…you'll see! Thanks for telling me it wasn't that overly horribly nice! Lol.

Ayaki: I so agree with you! I hate that Whhaa, he broke up with me and now my life is over crap! I just don't think Bulma would be that dependent on a man…oh, wait maybe that's me! Lol. Anyway, thanks for the review!

Now on to the story!

Beautiful

Chapter six

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Bulma, ChiChi, and 18 all sat under the pulsating lights of the Royal Blue Universal Club No. 6, drinking whatever the hell the waiter had given them. No one really checked because the clubs were so efficiently protected. You see, Royal Blue had eight night clubs distributed across its vast campus which were only opened on the weekend, all of them dubbed with a number, hence Club No. 6.

I suppose some students could view it as a way to keep the students confined, but Bulma didn't see it that way. She saw it as a way for them to have fun and at the same time be reassured that some idiotic guy wasn't going to rape them. ChiChi, on the other hand, complained non stop about how it was unfair that even on weekends they couldn't leave and go to real clubs.

Bulma just shook her head at the girls ranting, sometimes ChiChi was just too whinny and spoiled. If ChiChi had been in a real club, the kind Bulma had once worked at, she would be whimpering under the table for her daddy to come get her. Harsh, but hell, life is harsh, get over it.

Bulma just smiled at ChiChi, nodding her head, and secretly looked around the nightclub, assessing who was present. Suddenly she noticed something.

"Hey Goku," Bulma said turning to the tall man in the booth next to them. "Where is Vegeta at?"

She could see his warm black eyes scan the crowd then look at her confused. "I don't know. He should be here, he said he would come and Vegeta hardly ever breaks a promise. Maybe he's running late."

"Yeah, your probably right," Bulma replied and turned back around to face one very angry ChiChi and a amused 18.

Bewildered, she wondered why they were looking at her like that. "Um, what's the matter?"

At that 18 couldn't hold her laughter in any more and kneeled over in her chair, clutching her stomach. ChiChi's face just got redder and redder before she finally exploded.

"What's the matter? What's the matter!? I will tell you what's the matter! You cut me off! No one cuts Princess ChiChi off!" And with those words she stormed off to the bathroom.

A confused Bulma turned to a blond haired 18. "What's stuck up her ass?"

18 just smiled, " Seventeen years of being a spoilt little brat who gets everything she wants. But Shhh, don't tell her I said that."

Bulma just laughed. "I won't, but will she be okay?"

" Yeah, she will come back smiling in an hour or so and have forgotten the whole thing. That's just how ChiChi is." 18 replied and picked up her drink, sipping on it.

Bulma decided, right then and there, that she could considered 18 a friend, a very rare thing for Bulma. Only two people had ever earned that privilege before in her life, ShaSha and a girl named Maria that she knew when she was ten. ChiChi, Goku and everyone else were acquaintances, she liked them but she would never reveal secrets to them or cry in front of them. That was just how Bulma Briefs was.

An hour later, ChiChi had still not returned and neither 18 or Bulma really cared. Over the course of sixty minutes the had learned so much about each other that it was startling. 18 told Bulma about her twin brother who was enlisted in the army at the time being, and how both her mother and father, noble diplomats, had died in a fire when she was twelve, then how her crazy uncle had taken her and her brother in and how lonely she felt growing up, how she would pop pills in hope that she would feel better, how her brother was never there because he was always running away, then finally how she was put in rehab and her uncle decided to send her to Royal Blue so she could interact with girls her age.

Bulma then told 18 about her real past, leaving out the part about half of her being Saiyan and the planet she grew up on being Saiyan out. She just didn't feel safe knowing that anybody knew that.

Now an hour later, they sat there laughing as they assessed the ass of every boy that strolled past them. On the subject of boys Bulma turned to 18.

"So, 18, you and Krillen are a couple aren't you?"

18 looked at her and smirked. " Yeah we are. I know what you are thinking, he's to short for me, but I don't care. He is the sweetest boy I have ever meet and what he lacks in height he makes up in bed, if you catch my drift."

Bulma just laughed. This was by far the best night she had in a long time.

"So," 18 began, " What about Yamcha? You two are an item aren't you? What you've been going out for how long? How is that going?"

Bulma smiled. " Yeah, we've been together for about a month now. He's sweet and everything but boy is he dumb. Doesn't know a thing in the bedroom, thus the reason we have done nothing. I guess I'm having fun with him now in my life but we won't be together forever, I can tell you that."

Now it was 18's turn to laugh. " I would have never guessed, I mean…" She cut herself short and looked behind Bulma.

Bulma followed her gaze and saw ChiChi heading towards them. Time to pamper ChiChi, she though then looked over at 18. She caught Bulma's gaze and they both smiled then stood up and waited for ChiChi to sit down. Just like 18 said, she completely forgot what had happened before and they went right back to talking about how ChiChi had done her hair for Homecoming. Just like typical teenage girls.

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Bulma slowly trudged toward her dorm. It was two a.m. and she was tired as fuck but she couldn't get her mind off the fact that Vegeta had not shown up all night. Since her and Yamcha had started to go steady thing had changed between them. He no longer showed up to a lot of the planned get-togethers and if he did he was usually late and had this blank look on his face. Furthermore, he always acted so cold around her. To tell the truth, Bulma was worried. She might think Vegeta was a dick sometimes but he could actually be nice once and awhile and he was her price. So Bulma turned around and headed to Vegeta's dorm instead. She was going to find out what the hell was going on with him.

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At Vegeta's dorm it was quite another thing than the night clubs at Royal Blue Universal. Jimmy, who Vegeta had dubbed his new best friend, was currently holding a party in the princes honor. What was the occasion? Hell if anyone knew, like Jimmy really needed a reason to throw a party.

Drugs lay scattered on tables, alcohol bottles tipped over, dripping onto a stained blue carpet, smoke billowing throughout the rooms, slipping between the cracks of the door frames as perfectly respectable senior girls stripped on Vegeta's dining room table. This was the dark side of Royal Blue, the underground life.

The man of honor sat on a makeshift thrown of glued together cardboard pizza boxes as he watched the stripping women. Jimmy had come up with the idea of the thrown about an hour into the party, decided that Vegeta should feel what it will be like when he is crowned King. When the cardboard thrown was finished the sat Vegeta on it and simultaneously cheered "King of the druggies." Hell, what did you expect? They were bored, high, and trapped in a prep school.

So, as I was saying, Vegeta sat on his make shift thrown vaguely remembering that he was supposed to be some where that night but then dismissed it. It couldn't be better then this. His Saiyan ears then picked up a light rapping on the door.

"Jimmy, go get the door." he slurred, then went back to watching the dancing.

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Do I have the wrong dorm? This can't be right. Bulma pondered as she looked at the door in question. It was Vegeta's number all right but she was sure she could hear music inside and if she wasn't mistaken that was smoke that was drifting out of the door cracks. Maybe I should leave.

Before Bulma could do anything however the door swung open to reveal Jimmy Limerson, the biggest drug dealer on campus.

"Are you gonna stand there all day sweet thang, or are you gonna get you lil ass in here and give daddy some luv?" He said and Bulma could feel herself getting nauseated at the mere mention of doing something with him. Sure he was kind of cute but somehow he reminded her of the life she use to live when she was little on Vegeta-sei.

Bulma pushed the little fucker out of the way and walked into the smoky room, coughing as the lungs were filled with second hand smoke and her eyes began to burn. I have been living at this place for to long if a little smoke is getting to me.

She pushed her way through the swarm of body rubbing on each other, knowing that soon an all out orgy would occur and wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Lifting her head up she gasped as she finally spotted him, Vegeta. He sat on top of a bunch of pizza boxes, eyes blood shot, as a girl from her language class rubbed her naked body against him. Oh my fucking Goddess of Vegeta-sei!

Vegeta's head snapped up from their spot on the naked girl in his arms as he felt a familiar presence in the room, and his eyes connected with those of the beauty that had been haunting him for weeks, Bulma. Shock and disgust was written across her petite face, giving him a sicking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Guilt? No, It couldn't be, he never felt guilty, never. But something in the back of his mind told him it was, guilt at his actions and guilt at letting her down, letting her see him like this.

Before he could say anything in his defense Bulma dashed out of the room, shoving people out of her way in her hurry to get to the door. Sobering up, he pushed the naked girl to the floor and ran after her, knowing that he had to make her understand. He didn't know why, he just had to.

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Okay, so how do you like it? I know I made ChiChi to seem like a bitch but aren't you tired of the same old ChiChi in every fic? I mean, ChiChi acts like a bitch yet is still Bulma's best friend while 18 sits in the background. They are still friends though, so don't worry all you ChiChi fans!

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