When you walk away….

You don't hear me say- - - - - - - - - - - -

"Bulma you did so well!" Juuhachiguu exclaimed with enthusiasm equal to a cheerleader on varsity. She had been one of the two other dancers on Bulma's choreography performing team. The other girl that had came with them on tour was Chichi, a woman who was passionate on how well they looked. 18 was blonde, carefree, and outgoing with bright cerulean eyes, while Chi was quite the opposite. The brown-eyes, raven-haired woman was professional, but always determined and full of energy. Chichi was the one who usually choreographed all the dances with suggestions from Bulma.

The three men that had came with them were Krillin, Yamcha and Goku. Yamcha had known Bulma the longest; therefore, whenever doing a dance, they were paired up. Then the two couples that had been going out for a while with each other would get together for the dances. Chichi with Goku-he was the most naive and the least clever, but they loved each other. Along with 18 and Krillin paired up, they were the shortest out of the group, and the liveliest couple. Bulma and Yamcha weren't together, although they had been before the blue angel went on tour. The handsome man had two scars on his face, one on his cheek, and another across his eye. There were rumors that Bulma had put them there. She didn't deny them.

Everyone contributed something to the group, unconsciously or not. Krillin was a short, bald guy, who was the most generous and supportive of the group. You already know of 18, Chichi and Bulma's importance. Yamcha was the most agile man who could do any stunt in air or land, maybe even sea. Goku gave innocent opinions on things, but did have rare occurrences where brilliance popped out of his head and they valued him for that, along with his awesome ability to learn a dance immediately. Everyone one of the people in Bulma's inner-circle was sai-jin; she had this first instinct to stick to her own kind. Even when it had been her own kind to shun her away, because of her... differences.

"It's so good to be home," The Sai-jin sensation said to them, her ocean gaze melted over everything, taking in the cliffs, mountains, deserts and beautiful oases that were held in the landscape of Vegeta-sei. It was too bad that she could not stop and visit her parents for a moment, but they were still probably too busy doing things of their own. Her mother had convinced her father long ago that Bulma had a wonderful voice, and it needed to be heard. From that day, Capsule Corporations –her father was the owner of the company- began to sponsor Bulma's music label and everything had been made and prepared for Bulma by her father's company: She had a lot to thank her parents for, even if they weren't around when she wanted them.

"Yeah, It almost makes me want to cry!" Krillin said sarcastically with a mock-sad voice, narrowly missing 18's arm. They all headed into the tour bus, and as Bulma-the last one to load on- was stepping on to the double-decker, a man with the royal insignia of Vegeta-sei stopped her, handed her a letter, then left. The Blue Sai-jin finally got onto the bus, looking confused but stared at the letter as everyone gazed at her with curious eyes.

"Some guy from the Palace gave this to me... At least I think it was a guy from the palace," She held up the envelope for them to see, and turned it over onto it's back. Sure enough there lay a crest of the Royal family of Vegeta-sei. That meant only three people could have sent this to her, King Vegeta, Queen Celina or Prince Vegeta. She was hoping it was the latter; she'd hate to have to try and do a conservative performance for the whole royal family and loyal subjects. All those court balls were so boring, that's why she had refused any at all.

As Bulma opened the Letter, she unfolded the parchment and began to read it out loud, for everyone to hear:

"This is a request for the Lady Bulma Briefs to ask of a performance for Prince Vegeta, for he decreed it would please him very much for you to put on a private performance for him and his elite guards due to his Birthday is a week from now, If you do acquiesce his stipulation for the performance, please come to the palace in three days time, there will be a welcoming ceremony as well as a feast in your wondrous honor, Thank you for your time. Seer-Advisory for Prince Vegeta,"

"I think we should do it, I mean, we have time, there's no rush, and they're going all out just for their son to watch us dance and sing on his birthday," Chichi said. Juhachiguu looked a little doubtful, as well as Yamcha. Bulma was indecisive about what to do, so they turned to Krillin, looking at him.

"Hey, don't look at me, ask him," Krillin gestured to Goku, peering out of the window as if he hadn't heard a word Bulma said. The girls and guys sat around the table that Goku was at. He glanced over to them, confusedly, "What?"

Bulma retold Goku the letter, and handed it over to him. A big smile on his face, "Bulma, they're going to have food, FOOD, Bulma, that would be impolite to not go after they are holding a feast in OUR honor," He said this seriously, and they beheld the wise words of Goku: Feast Food Do anything. Her blue tail wrapped around her thigh lightly, and she sighed.

"Well, I guess we better start getting together what we're going to do for Prince Vegeta's Coming-of-Age party," They all looked happy to finally be doing something other than the routine stadium after stadium, arena after arena, bar after bar. Goku looked like he was about to faint from happiness at the thought of a feast dedicated to them. Bulma just wondered what it would be like, with no one there but a small group of men for a private performance. Bulma wanted to make it perfect, so she came up with one word to describe how she wanted the choreography to go.

Shocking.

Re-edited: This is now the excellente version of Chapitre deux: The next chapter shall be far more different, than when it was originally. Alright? It's because, the next chapter is gonna be... some dreaming...and some flashbacking... so there. Have fun. Be good.

– Forever Dawning