¡Caliente!

I always dreamt about getting married when I was little. I remember sitting at my desk, designing wedding dresses. One with frilly full skirts that looked like a huge wedding cake, one with bows, one with flowers. All the presents and flowers, and me looking just as beautiful as can be. I hadn't really gave the groom any real thought until I hit puberty. And trust me I tried many boyfriends, testing them to be potential grooms. None of them passed my test. It seemed like every guy I met was worthless, so I gave up on my dream about being married, and feel back on my dream to be a successful business woman. And for me, that was the smartest choice I had ever-made..untill I woke up one day and realized that everyone around me was getting hitched and I was still single and almost 26.

"My Kami Bulma. You act like your 40 years old!" Chichi laughed, throwing back her dark hair over her shoulder. I inhaled and exhaled, letting my perfect posture leave my body along with the carbon dioxide.

"And I will be 40 years old before I know it-" Chichi rolled her eyes "And I'll still be single!"

"You never had a problem being single until now."

"Well, I never thought about it until now."

"Bulma, your still young, It's time for you to have fun!"

"Seems like everyone is getting married but me."

"I'm not married! Look at me! I'm perfectly happy!" My best friend said smiling and huffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"You was married." Her chest deflated.

"For 5 long years."

"For 5 happy years. And you got a little boy out of it." She rolled her eyes again and leaned over the wire table and put her hands over mines, which was wrapped around my cup of cappuccino.



"Yes, I was married to Goku for 5 years, and it was good while it lasted. But marriage ain't what its cracked up to be. Don't stress yourself over the subject of getting married. The right one will come to you." She looked in my eyes without blinking, as if to mentally send her message directly to my brain just in case I wasn't listening. I blinked and looked down in my cup and nodded slightly. She smiled and sat back in her chair, then crossed her legs. "Looks like rain," she said softly after a moment of silence. I looked up and watched the big whipped creamed like clouds slid across the sky. A warm humid breeze rolled past us, making chit's hair dance around her shoulders.

"Come on we better beat the weather then, I don't want my hair to mess up," I said running a hand over my bun. I left a 5 dollar tip for the waiter under the salt shaker and picked up my cup.

"You're just gonna walk out with the cup like that?" Chichi asked smiling as we walked downstairs to the main lobby of the cafe.



"Yeah, I paid 5 dollars for this. I'm not letting my good money go down the drain," I said slyly. The cashier, a young girl with short hair decorated with star hair clips looked at us with admiration as we walked out of the door.

"Good-bye Ms. Briefs and Mrs. Son!" She said happily. Chichi looked over her shoulder at the girl and smirked.

"Miss, honey. I'm not a Misses anymore." She called back. The girl nodded furiously as we closed the door, making the bell attached to it ring. "Gum?" Chichi offered, holding out a pack of Big Red. I took to pieces and unwrapped one of them while slipping the other into my purse. We walked down the BLVD. for a while, peeking in the shops and talking about whatever came into mind. I tried not to pay any attention to the music seemingly coming from nowhere, but I couldn't help but to step on beat. Suddenly, Chichi stopped walking. "This is what we need Bulma!" She said happily. She grabbed my arm and hopped up and down like a deranged school girl. I turned to the building she was looking at, music rumbling in my ear drums.

"¡Caliente! Free dancing Lessons, learn the dance of passion," we read together. My version was a bit more unenthusiastic and drawn out. I looked at Chichi with my eyebrow raised. "It sound's corny.. I don't want to-" Before I could even finish my answer, she had drug me inside the little building. The walls were painted a bright red-orange color, and there was cactuses here and here, a water fountain, two doors, some chairs, and opposite of that was a desk with a bead curtain behind that. But other then that, not a soul was in sight. Behind the door, the music was turned down and I could hear a gruff voice, people's footsteps going in union and soft chatter in the background.

"Chichi, I cannot believe you dragged me in here!" I whispered harshly. she was still clinging on my arm, looking around excitedly.



"May I help you ladies?" A soft voice asked. We both whipped around like deer's caught in headlights. A young woman, much younger then me and Chichi emerged from the beads. She smiled warmly at the two of us, dressed in black tubetop and red Capri's. Her hair was dark and curly, framing her head like a dark halo, a her already light brown skin had an exotic tan to it. She leaned on the desk and tilted her head to the side. I cleared my throat to speak up, but Chichi beat me to the punch.

"We'd like to sign up for your dance program," She gushed. The girl nodded, then pulled out a clipboard. I saw her take a deep breath, ready to give all the details but I cut her off.

"Please excuse my friend. We don't want to sign up," I said in my professional voice.

"You don't?" The girl asked slightly disappointed, the clipboard hanging limp in her hand.

"We don't?" Chichi echoed.

"No. We don't."

"Oh, that's to bad," The girl said putting the clipboard on the desk. "The classes are very fun. A great way to meet new people."

"Oh Come on Bulma!" Chichi stomped her foot, but the sound was muffled out by the colorful carpet on the floor.

"I just have a too busy schedule," I continued, ignoring chichi's temper tantrum. The girl nodded understandingly.



"What days are they held?" ChiChi went on.

"Well, I teach every other Friday."

"Does somebody else teach in between those Fridays?"

"Oh yes. He's a very excellent teacher," the girl said smiling. Then she leaned forward and whispered as if somebody else was in the room. "but he's very harsh and demanding. He usually teaches the immediate and professional classes, but sometimes we take turns teaching the beginners."

"How long are the classes?" Chichi went on, ignoring the faces I was making.

"For about an hour, sometimes we go over that time limit when we have fun." She said smiling again. Just as I expected, ChiChi looked at me pleadingly. A phone rang loudly in the room separated by the curtain of beads. The girl excused herself and went to go answer it.

"Come on Bulma. This will be so much fun!"

"Have you forgotten that I have a corporation to run?"

"That's all you do is work! Your starting to turn into a worry wart. Your going to have to pump your head full of Botox to get rid of those head wrinkles!"

"I have head wrinkles?"

"No. But with all this stress, you will. It'll be perfect to get your mind off of the 'M' word." Chichi wiggled her eyebrows at me. Just as the girl came back, the door right behind us opened up. The girl watched the man emerge from the door. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white undershirt that slightly clung to him with sweat. We never got a chance to see his face, because he backed out of the room with his back to us, still talking to his class who hung on his every word. Then he turned the other way and went through the door.

"Mika, it's too damn hot in there," he called through the door.



"The repair man was supposed to come today," she replied. He came back out of the door with a damp towel pressed against his face, then went back into the room.

Suddenly, he opened the door again, "Call him AGAIN and tell him to get down here now!"

"I'm hot too! You don't have to yell, jerk!" She screamed. He slammed the door and the music started back up. I guess she saw he look on me and Chichi's face, because her voice returned to its soft tone and she said "I'm teaching the next class. So, are you ladies going to join today?" My friend looked at me with her puppy dog face that she had perfected on her father. I sighed out loud, then reached in my purse and pulled out my cellphone.

"Hello. Daddy? Are you busy next week? Okay..good. Can you take over shop for a while? I have something to do this Friday coming up."