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"That was really fun," Chichi repeated for the 100th time to herself. I tried to tune her out and concentrate on the road. I had dropped my Mom off back at home, then me and Chichi changed our clothes before picking up Gohan. "I can't wait for next class."



"I sure as hell can," I huffed out. I crossed my eyes and put as much bass in my voice as I possibly could. "Duh- little over dressed ain't we? Duh-wear somethin' prudy ma'am." Chichi laughed at my impression of the man we had meet earlier.



"Aw, Bulma don't be that way."



"Did you see the way he was dressed? Can we say 'tasteless'?"



"I wonder why he wasn't in class."

"Psh," I hissed as I rolled up to the City Stadium. "Probably out mugging an old lady. Knocking over a gas station," I mumbled. My friend laughed and shook her hair, letting the wind flow through it. I peeked at her, and wondered when was the last time I let my hair down. "The game must be over with," I stated as I noticed the tons of cars and people trying to get out on the road.



"Yeah," Chichi agreed. She put her elbow on the door and let her head fall in her open palm.



"Why so quiet?" I asked. Amazingly, I found a parking spot.



"I haven't seen Goku since the divorce," She said softly, running a hand over the green summer dress she had on. "This is going to be a little awkward." My heart went out to my friend. I touched her hand and gave her my most confident smile.



"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you look beautiful."



"Oh you don't have to tell me." Chichi joked getting out of the car. I done the same and we walked up to the stadium together. We circled around the huge place for about 30 minutes, taking directions from ushers, teenaged boys with hamburger smelling shirts and pimply skin and security guards who's stomachs fell over their belt buckles. "That him?" She asked, tapping my arm. She had that look on her face, that reminded me of teenage girls who saw their ex-boyfriends with new girls. Chichi clasped her hands together in front of her chest and glared unblinkingly in one direction. I looked that way and found the tall and handsome man I always knew as Goku.

The two had meet through me. He was asking for a job and Chichi needed some new workers in her firm. The two had Gohan exactly one year before they was married. Why they divorced was still a mystery to me.

Both wore a baseball jersey with Shenron written in gold letters, a Shenron cap and a pair of jeans. Goku and Gohan was sitting on some benches, deep in conversation. They laughed and patted each other in that father-son sort of way. He still looked so young. I smiled at my old friend and took a drink from the bottled water I was holding.

"Well, come on, better now then never," I said grabbing Chichi hand and started walking towards them. I stopped when i felt her stiff as a tree, resisting my pull.

"No, you go over there, I'll just sit here," she insisted. I released her hand and raised an eyebrow.

"Chichi. I can't believe your acting this way."

"Acting what way?"

"This is Goku. Wha' are ya? Scared?"

"No-" she started defensively, sounding like a little girl. She tried to start back up, but I had already grabbed her hand and was dragging her through the crowd. There was no doubt in my mind that Chichi was physically stronger then me, but there was little she could do because Gohan already spotted us. She smiled at her little boy and started to walk and go along with me. Gohan hopped up and hugged her legs, then mine. Unlike most 6 year olds, he was extremely well behaved. But when he got around Goku, the child came out of him that his mother tried her best to tame. He pulled on the bottom of her skirt, hopping up and down.

"Mommy Mommy. It was so cool." All his words ran into one another, making it hard for either one of us to understand. "He hit the ball and it went SWUSH and me and Dad-"

"Dad and I," Chichi corrected.

"Dad and I was like WHOA! And everyone was like WHOA! Then we was like WOO!" Gohan put his arms up for emphasize. "And I got card" He held up a baseball card. I took the card, letting my eyes grow wide with amazement.

"Wow!" I said sounding astonished. Chichi took the card and followed my actions.

"Oh look, isn't that Yamcha?!" Goku said, sounding like his son. Gohan just about fainted as he looked at the crowd of people around the baseball player. "Why don't you go get his signature?" Chichi nodded in agreement. Gohan didn't need to be told twice, he took his card back and raced over with the other children. There was a stretch of silence between us three. Chichi stood their looking at Goku, and Goku was too busy examining his shoes.

"Long time no see," I spoke up. Goku smiled and nodded, getting up off the bench.

"How's life?" He asked. I knew that he meant to ask me, but he ended up looking at Chichi.

"Fine," Chichi answered quickly, followed by a dark blush creeping over her cheeks. "Oh you was talking to Bulma."

"I was talking to anyone who felt like answering," He responded.

Chichi only reply was a faint "Oh." I looked between the two, what a pitiful sight.

"Me and Chi here joined a dance class. You want to join?" I asked putting my arm around Chichi shoulder. She elbowed me in the ribs, hissing something through her teeth. I shrugged innocently and put my hands up as if I had surrendered.

"Dancing classes?" Goku said in surprise, smiling. "I didn't know you was a dancer."

"There is a lot of things you don't know about me," Chichi said crossing her arms over her chest. "I used to take dancing classes when I was a child. I stopped taking them shortly before owning my own business."

"I didn't know that," Me and Goku said at the same time. chit's face faltered a little. Before we had a chance to carry on with chit's interesting past, Gohan came up dragging a man behind him. I recognized him from the baseball card. The wild but shiny hair, the scars on his face. He smiled at Goku and they shook hands like old friends.

"Goku man. You got a squirt of your own now. This is wild," The man said laughing. Goku scratched his head, in typical Goku fashion, blushing hysterically. "Who's the lucky lady?"

"I'm the lucky lady," my friend said butting in. The man turned around and seemed a little surprised. "Chichi," she introduced herself and shook his hand firmly. "This is Bulma," she said throwing a nod towards me. He smiled and shook my hand. It was like someone was showing a slide show of my childhood dream before my eyes. All I could see was frills and bows and flowers, bells ringed in my ear and butterflies battled against the walls of my stomach hard.

"Yamcha."

His voice made my heart flutter, and I had to resist the urge to cling to his hand like a groupie. I let go and drunk my water furiously, trying to drown the feeling inside while listening to Yamcha and Goku talk over things. I only caught bits and pieces of the conversation, because the noise was so loud and I was to busy memorizing how Yamcha's hair swayed under his baseball cap, and how he licked his lips before starting a new sentence. We only stayed a second, then left with Goku and Gohan. Yamcha shook my hand a final time. I was afraid if I burped or sneezed, then butterflies would fly from my mouth.

I was silent the rest of the trip to Chichi house. Gohan ended up falling asleep along the way. Chichi thanked me and carried him inside, despite Goku's many offers to carry the boy himself. Afterwards, Goku got into the front seat and I drove him to his apartment downtown. Usually, Goku loved the country and would do anything to stay there, but with money tight, he had no choice but to live in the city. The neighborhood Goku lived in was practically rotting: dead trees; no or brown grass; houses with windows busted out and litter practically molded into the ground. And being placed near a plastic plant didn't help matters at all. A foul smell was usually present on the block, and if there was a sudden wind, you really got a good whiff of the pollution circulating in the air.

"Turn here, right?" I asked as we came up to a stop light. I looked at him, and suddenly he snapped out of a daze. He looked around, then squinted his eyes.

"Uh, yeah," he laughed, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun which was starting to set. I pulled in front of his little house and turned off the car. A few teenage boys turned my way and glared at my car. I tapped the steering wheel nervously and put a strained smile onto my face.

"Whelp," I muttered, about to start the car back up again.

"Want to come in for some coffee?" Goku asked in that sweet humble manner of his. My eyes looked at him in disbelief. He actually expected me to leave my car unsupervised with little hoodlums running around the place? "Oh come on," he said, catching the expression on my face. I slowly got out of my car, making sure to lock the doors and put the car alarm on. I didn't mean to seem rude, but I couldn't help but to constantly look over my shoulder as Goku slightly struggled with his door key. He pushed the door with his shoulder and stumbled in his living room. "Come on in!" He called happily over his shoulder while flicking the light switch. When the light didn't come on, he walked over to lamp sitting on a table. The house didn't look so bad. The floor was swept clean, and there was a sofa and a chair with matching curtains. Hanging on the walls was plenty of pictures of Gohan and Goku's friends. I followed him into his kitchen and sat down at his little wooden table. I looked down on the surface and ran my hand over the smooth wood, it was the same table from their old house when they lived together. Back then, it had 4 chairs, but now it only had one.

I thought about asking where the bathroom was, because it had been so long before I had been inside his home, but I felt a little embarrassed. "Gotta go to the ladies room," I said smiling at him and standing up. Goku nodded, plugging up his coffee machine and getting out cups. I walked in the narrow hallway, opening up random doors. Somehow, I had found his bed room door. I closed it, but quickly opened the door again. Checking behind my shoulders first, I stepped into his room and clicked on the light. It seemed decent enough and was a remembrance of his bedroom with Chichi. The floors was polished, the satin pillow cases she let him have along with the bed and clothes chest. The room was clean, shockingly, and spaced out. The bed, chest, and night stand was the only real furniture. I walked over to his closet and slide open the door. Some clothes were on hangers, most just fell at the bottom on top of boxes. I closed his closet and sat down on his bed. I bounced up and down a little on the soft mattress and picked up a picture sitting on the night stand. Him and Chichi stood closely together, Gohan was on his father's back. It was on their wedding day. I could see a blurred image of myself in the background wearing that blue bride's maid dress. I think Chichi purposely put us in those ugly dresses to make herself look more beautiful, which she didn't have to do. I thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in her creme silk gown with ghostly traces of satin flowers all over the material, even without us standing there in those gowns that made my ass look like a birthday cake. And that was the last time I saw Goku in a nice suit. No, I take that back. The last time was in divorce court. I put the picture back into its rightful place and sat on the bed with my hands folded in my lap, like a good girl. But something caught my eye, an opened envelope peaking at me from one of the night-stand's opened drawers. It wasn't the envelope but the pink stationary that was used. I thought about it momentarily, asking my consciences if it was right. I finally came to the conclusion that I was doing this for the good of Chichi, not me. I snatched up the letter and carefully unfolded it. Chichi hated pink, I know it wasn't from her.

'Dear Goku:

I'm sure you haven't been thinking of me with all the turmoil in your life right now, but I've been thinking of you. Ever since that day we talked in that cafe, and you had that darling little baby with you. I remember how you told me you was having problems in your marriage and needed some air. Well, that first place we went to was great, but I know a place much more quieter and out in the open like you prefer..'

I heard him start to walk down the hall and I quickly put the letter back, and darted out of his room and rushed towards another door which I was assuming was the bathroom. I grabbed the door knob, but the door didn't open and I ended up smashing my forehead and nose, as well as breaking the skin on my bottom lip with my teeth. I twisted the door knob the other way and luckily it opened just before he turned the corner.

"Bulma?" He called out loud.

"Yeah?" I shouted back, putting toilet paper to my busted throbbing lip.

"Um, the coffee's ready."

"All right! Fantastic!" I said through a mouthful of Charmin. I opened his medicine cabinet and searched for some Vaseline or something to put on my face. Lady Luck just wasn't on my side, the tiny paper thin shelves wasn't all that secure and I ended up knocking half of his things right into the sink and broke a cologne bottle with a drop of cologne left in it. I recognized the smell instantly, it was the cologne he wore on his wedding day. Probably saving it for a special occasion.

"Bulma. Are you okay?" He asked, I knew he was standing right in front of the door.

"Just fine, why do you ask?"

"I know women have 'special times' every once in a while, if you need me to go and get some of those...um..napkins," he said 'napkins' like it was a question, 'I'd be more than happy too-" Before he could finish his sentence, I was already out of the door with red lipstick on to camouflage the swelling.

"Oh Goku, you're so silly," I said laughing and slapping his arm. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed my steaming cup, and kept walking until I reached his front door. "Well, it's been wonder Goku, see you later, call me sometime we could do lunch. I have to get back home, get my beauty rest, long day ahead of me tomorrow! Chaio darling!" I called over my shoulder and closed his door. I could hear a faint 'bye' through the thick wood and sighed. I felt a little bad for doing what I did, and leaving Goku by himself, but I had to get out of there!

I took a sip of the coffee he made for me, and felt a little relieved that he wasn't around, because I quickly spit it out. I stuck my tongue out in disgust, and poured the rest of the coffee out on the side of his house. I never had a thing for cheap coffee. Only beans freshly grounded that day, imported from Columbia. I put the mug in my purse and walked towards my car. I turned the alarm off and slipped in my seat.

I didn't realize someone had stolen my radio until I was halfway home.