Thanks for the great reception, guys! You have NO idea how much I appreciate it! Someone actually told me they didn't think I'd finish this fic... Tell me, when did I EVER not finish a fic? Ah well... no matter. :-D

So, you liked the first chap, did you? GOOD! There's plenty more to come! And, of course, be sure to thank MistyDea for the help she's given me. I wouldn't even still be writing if it wasn't for that girl! :)

Oh, and just so you know, no.. Goku's NOT a doctor... But, well.. you'll see. :)

Disclaimer: You want my couch?! You can't have my couch!!!

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Plan on Forever

Chapter Two: In a kingdom faraway

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Last time, on "Plan on Forever"...

"So, care to tell me your name? Or would you rather I called you miss?" The man asked as he leaned backwards in the chair.

"I'm Bulma, Bulma Briefs."

The man reached across and took her outstretched hand, and shook it gently.

"Son Goku, at your service."

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"Please Bulma, you have to eat something! You're not doing yourself any good! Your father wouldn't want you to starve yourself, and you know it!" Yamcha screamed through the bedroom door, where his girlfriend was, at that very moment, sitting on her bed, staring off into space. She refused to eat, she hardly slept.. She'd hardly left her room since.. that day.

Six days, four hours, thirty-eight minutes, and 9..10..11.. seconds ago.

But who was counting?

The funeral had gone rather well, at least Bulma had been told it did. She, unfortunately, had been unable to attend, a panic attack seemingly taking hold of her the night before the sad day.

The handsome man she'd met at the Nursing home had come to check up on her every now and then, and called nearly every day, but, despite how charming the man, Goku was his name, was, now wasn't the time to think of such things. Now was the time to concentrate on what was important.

Like the nightmares.

They always started out the same. Her father looking down on her, scolding her, for the way she'd gotten ahead in her line of work. Truth be told, Bulma Briefs had never had much experience in commercial advertising... None, in fact. But, when her father had fallen ill, after her mother's death, Bulma was nothing more than a scared Seventeen year old girl, with nowhere to turn, and a plethora of bills to be paid.

That's when she'd met Yamcha.

Suave, charismatic, and one of the most successful nineteen year olds you'd ever meet, Yamcha had it all. At least, he thought so, until he met Bulma, that is. Needless to say, the young tycoon immediately set his sights on the blue haired beauty, and proceeded to make her an offer she'd never be able to refuse.

Of course, she refused it.

To sleep with a man for wealth was something she'd never thought she'd sink to. But as the weeks went by, and her father grew weaker, Bulma's paths all seemed to lead to one person...

Yamcha.

Finally, much to His relief, she agreed to have dinner with him. Where he made her yet another offer.

This time, one she truly couldn't refuse.

To sleep with him for power... Not for money. To become a girlfriend instead of a whore. To have her father receive the best treatment money could buy, and for her to never have to want for anything ever again.

To Bulma, this seemed like more of a fairy tale than anything. But now, she realized that it was more of a nightmare. A life of being someone's "girlfriend".. Which she later came to realize meant nothing more than whore, at least in her book.

She'd talked to Goku late one night, nearly falling asleep before they'd said their goodbyes. For a fleeting moment, the blue haired beauty wondered if perhaps she was having some feelings for the spiky haired man, but quickly slapped the idea away as an image of Yamcha popped into her head.

It had been that night that the nightmares began.

Her father, the person she looked up to more than anything in the world, had laughed at her, calling her nothing more than a cheap whore, spitting on her. She'd tried to call to him, to explain why she'd done what she had, but every time she stepped towards him, it was like he took two steps back. She'd break into a jog, only to have him still evade her. The floor fell away suddenly, and Bulma felt herself falling.

Then, there was only darkness.

Bulma never made it farther into the dream than that. She woke up screaming, sweat pouring down her body, every night, usually frequently. Just when it seemed that she would finally get some sleep, there the dream was again. Teasing her, belittling her..

Haunting her.

She snapped back to reality as the door to her bedroom splintered, and in rushed an angry looking Yamcha, and a even angrier Chichi.

"Bulma Briefs! You get out of bed right this second, young lady! There is absolutely no excuse for this! You're acting like a little child!" Chichi screeched as she pulled the disheveled blue haired woman to her feet.

"Leave me alone, Chi. You have NO idea what it's like."

"Bullshit I don't! My mom's gone too, remember?" She younger woman spat back.

"She died when you were two Chi! You don't even REMEMBER her, for Kami's sake!"

"Well, I honestly can't have any sympathy for you. You've always thought you were higher than anyone else you ever met. Maybe this is just a way to show you that you're not." Chichi growled, and Bulma physically recoiled from the brutal words.

"I never thought I was better than anyone else! For the past two years, I've worked my way to the top of that damn company, and you know it!"

"Bullshit. If it weren't for Yamcha, you AND your father would be dead now. We both know you're only doing as well as you are because you're fucking him!"

"ENOUGH!" Yamcha roared, his agitation evident in his voice. Both women turned to look at him, their anger still playing clearly on their faces. "This is ridiculous! You're supposed to be friends!"

"I just work with her." Chichi spat, her eyes narrowed into angry slits.

"I swear to Kami, Chichi. I never would've asked for your help if I knew you were gonna act like this. What's gotten into you?" Yamcha asked.

"Look, everything I just said needed to be said, ok? It's true.. If she hadn't of practically begged for the job, and then thrown herself at you, this wouldn't have happened, now would it?"

"Whoa whoa whoa.. Hold up a minute! I never ONCE begged for this fucking job! And I CERTAINLY never threw myself at him!"

"Chichi, my advice to you, would be to get your facts straight before you start accusing people." Yamcha replied, his voice low, "Bulma didn't beg for the job. It was me that begged her. And I'd still do it to this day."

Bulma merely stared at the man as if he'd lost his mind, before the phone rang, completely ruining what was turning out to be a good moment. Both women darted for the phone at the same time, but Chichi reached it first.

Bulma made a dive for the phone upon hearing a man's voice on the other line, but was quickly stopped, by a rather nervous Yamcha.

"Babe.. I've got something to ask you." He told her softly, before falling to one knee. Bulma's eyes grew wide as saucers, before she started blushing profusely.

"Wha...What's that, Yamcha?" She managed to stutter out.

"Bulma, would you do me the honor of being my wife?" The young man asked, his face a bright crimson.

"I.. Yamcha, I can't."

"If it's about the ring, I haven't bought it yet. I will though, I promise!"

"Yamcha, it's not that. I just can't. Not right now, at least. Not this soon." She replied.

"This soon? Bulma, we've been dating for over two years!" He exclaimed.

"That's not what I meant, Yamcha." Truth be told, it wasn't her father's death that kept her from saying yes. It was the dreams. Something about them scared her enough to make her rethink her future with Yamcha.. or with any man, for that matter.

"Oh... Ok, Bulma. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you now."

"It's not your fault, Yamcha. It's just too soon for me."

"I understand completely, babe. Forgive me?"

"Of course I do!" The blue haired beauty exclaimed, before Yamcha flashed her that perfect smile of his. And she proceeded to melt.

"Bulma?" Chichi asked, timidly.

"Yeah? Questioned the other woman, her anger from earlier having completely disappeared.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I stepped completely out of line.

"It's ok, Chi. I just.. I dunno what to do, you know?"

"I know, and I'm really sorry for saying the things I said. I don't know what's wrong with me here lately. I snap at the littlest things."

"It's ok, everyone's nerves have been shot recently.." Bulma replied, before pulling her best friend into a tight embrace.

"Friends?" The black haired woman questioned softly.

"Friends." The blue haired one agreed.

"Okay, enough with the mushy stuff! I'm supposed to meet Mister Right at the cafe down the street, wanna come?"

"Thought you decided you weren't sharing?" Bulma questioned, teasingly.

"Oh, shaddup!"

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Forty-five minutes later, they were exiting Bulma's apartment building, for Bulma, the first time in nearly a week. They made their way down Collier street quickly, each letting out a small squeal as the cafe came into view.

Then, Bulma stopped dead in her tracks. Chichi had run ahead when the eatery had come into view. She'd stopped at the table where her "mister right" was seated.

The bulging muscles.

The spiky hair.

The one man Bulma never would've suspected Chichi to be dating.

Then, Son Goku turned around, and spotted her as well.

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Sooo, whatcha think? I know, I know, it's going a bit slowly right now.. But TRUST me, it's getting there! At least, I hope so...

Anyway. thanks goes to MistyDea, and to Nekoni, for bugging me until I got this little gem written. And now that my internet's back, I should be updating more frequently. :)

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~*Chante*~