Last time:
"Good-bye Tsu."
"Bye BB."
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"Three more days!" Bulma beamed as the group exited the school Wednesday afternoon, bags full to the brim with homework. Out of them all, Bulma was the only one who seemed the least bit excited about the upcoming holiday that didn't even get them off from school. "I can't wait you guys. This year is going to be great."
"Just like last year?" Chi-Chi groaned, hefting her heavy bag into the trunk of Bulma's car. The other's followed suit, then climbed inside.
"Shut up, Chi. You're just bitter. Always bitter. You need to loosen up about it."
"What happened last year?" Maris inquired, though, as her friends turned with hard looks, she suddenly didn't feel the need to know so badly.
"Chi-Chi had a bad time, that's all," Bulma sighed, as if that really were the issue. And, having only known the three friends for around two and a half months, she knew better than to believe Bulma's words. Not that she was a liar, but the situation just didn't seem to fit. Why would Chi-Chi be so upset if that were the only reason?
"You can be a real bitch sometimes, you know that B?" Chi-Chi spat, crossing her arms rigidly.
"I know."
Krillin suddenly leaned over and whispered, "I'll tell you later," in Maris's ear, then settled himself once again. Maris could only imagine what kind of story he had for her.
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"The doctor didn't banish you to that chair, you know."
"I know," Goku sighed, resting his cheek on his elbow.
"What's eating you?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Grandpa. Can I just be alone?"
"Well, now!" the old man exclaimed, looking genuinely shocked. If Goku didn't know better, he might have fallen for it. "That doesn't sound like the Goku I raised. Alone? You've been around people all your life. What'd they ever do to you?"
Goku have him a tired look, then set his eyes back on the far wall he'd been staring at for the past hour.
"If you don't get out of that chair and out of my house in the next ten minutes, I'm calling Vegeta to come get you. And I won't let you back in until you're cured."
Goku allowed a quiet laugh to escape his lips. How did he do it? No matter how much Goku didn't feel like talking, his Grandfather always seemed to bring him back in the mood. Or at least make him feel bad enough that he'd spill the beans. This time, fortunately, he did want to talk.
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Maris sat cross-legged on Krillin's bedroom floor, most of the length of her skirt tucked beneath her. Krillin sat across from her in his desk chair, absently pushing a paperclip around with a dull pencil. They'd been at his house ten minutes now, after being hastily dropped off my Bulma, who wasn't speaking to Chi-Chi, who had wanted to come to Krillin's, but was instead persuaded to go home and take a warm bath to calm her nerves. The only thing he'd said to Maris was that Bulma and Chi-Chi would be fine in the morning. Their little tiffs were necessary with the kind of close relationship they had. When Maris asked why, he laughed and said, "What would you rather have, Mar', a few tiny paper cuts or your hand cut off?"
That said it all.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" The look on his face told her she might have just over-stepped her boundaries. "Sorry."
"It's ok," he sighed. "Just that I don't know that Chi would want me telling the story. She prefers to tell it, her own version. But I think she's still too bitter about the whole thing."
"So she lies?"
"Basically." He forced a laugh, then set down the pencil. "Look, there's one thing you have to understand about Chi-Chi. She's a very proud person. The birthday party thing was only a glimpse at how…strange she can be."
"Nice choice of words."
"When something embarrassing happens to her," he continued, "she takes it to heart and literally locks herself away for days. She can't stand being made fun of or having accidents happen that result in her embarrassment."
"Like if she slipped on some water and landed on her butt?"
"Exactly. I don't know what it is. Maybe her family life. She only lives with her father, and her mother died when she was very young. Other than us, her father is all she has, and she takes a great deal of pride in him. Which makes her really proud herself. There's not a lot that will really get to her, but when something does, watch out."
"You wouldn't know by talking to her," Maris laughed, a little uneasily.
"I know what you mean. I'll never forget the first time I embarrassed her. Last time too."
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you some other time." He glanced anxiously at his watch, then out his living room window.
"Expecting someone?" she asked with a wide grin.
He nodded sheepishly.
"18?"
"Yeah…"
"You need to stop being embarrassed over her," she laughed. "She's your girlfriend for Kami's sake."
"It's not that."
"What then?"
"It's just…she still makes me…I don't know…"
"Oh!" Maris laughed, patting him on the back. "That's adorable Krill. You're so in love with her it makes me sick."
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Vegeta sighed heavily as he approached Goku's modest-looking house. Being a multi-millionaire, it didn't seem fitting that he should be living in such a small home, but it was what he liked, and his Grandfather had built it. The whole thing confused him utterly, and as he stepped onto the front porch, realized his thoughts about the house were only to hide himself from what he was truly feeling—embarrassment.
Ever since the night at the hospital over a week ago, Vegeta had been overly distant from the group. This was the first time he'd seen any of them, let alone talked to them.
He was just beginning to eat dinner, when the phone rang. It was Goku's Grandfather, and he sounded somewhat upset.
"Can you come by tonight?" he asked, even before Vegeta said hello.
"Old man?"
"Goku's in a jam, Vegeta. You need to come by and talk to him."
"About what?"
"I'd rather not say. I talked to him for almost an hour and he's still not feeling like himself. I thought you could help."
"How?" he grunted, setting down his sandwich. A sorry dinner anyway. "18's better at that stuff. Hell! Even 17 is better than I am. Call them."
He was about to hang up the phone when his Grandfather said, "He asked for you, Vegeta." And then the phone went dead.
Now, as the words seemed to echo through his mind, Vegeta felt slightly guilty. He knew Goku had been off lately, and he didn't pretend to be dumb about the reason. Ever since he'd met Chi-Chi his whole little universe seemed to be off balance, and when Vegeta heard he was keeping to himself after the accident, he immediately knew why.
Guilt and embarrassment. Two subjects Vegeta knew little about in his everyday life. The latter bothered him more, however, for it was obvious to everyone. They all knew he'd had a secret discussion with Goku, one he'd been urgent, if not desperate, to have. The details of that night were still fresh in his mind, down to every last word of their conversation. No one had asked him about it as of now, but that didn't mean they weren't asking. He had a strong suspicion that Goku was their aim and he'd been badgered ever since.
More guilt.
With another sigh, he knocked on the front door.
Stop thinking about it, he told himself. The worst thing for him to do right now what think about the foreign feeling he was having. He already had too much on his plate as it was.
"Hey Vegeta."
He was surprised to see Goku on the other side of the door.
"Watch out, your eyes might fall out."
"Shut up Kakarot."
"I take it you're still worried about me."
"Don't push it. I'm not about to give your grandpa a heart attack because you're lovesick."
"Hungry?"
Vegeta grunted and walked across the threshold. Damn him for knowing him so well.
"I'm fine, in case you haven't noticed."
"No, I think you're going to be permanently insane. Not that it's a change, of course."
"Right," Goku laughed. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a pizza box. "It's only from last night."
Vegeta nodded and took a seat.
"I mean it though," Goku continued, slipping the six pieces of pizza onto a plate and putting it in the microwave. He was far too tired to heat it up in the oven, the way he liked it best. "I'm ok."
"I can see that," Vegeta said monotone, motioning towards his cast. Not wanting to seem helpless, Goku used his crutches only when absolutely necessary. In this case, only moving slightly around the kitchen, he could manage with little hops and minimal pressure on the bad leg. And he was of course using his right hand for everything.
"You know what I mean." He looked away, almost ashamed. "Chi-Chi. You know the situation."
"You're still too chicken to ask her? Kami!"
"It's not that."
"What then? Waiting for her to ask you? Or some other ridiculous thing of that nature?"
"She wants to," he whispered, pulling the plate from the microwave. Vegeta only looked at the food now, as if their conversation was over. "I know she does. She came running into my hospital room last week, about out of breath. I could have sworn she was going to ask me then. But when she opened her mouth, she said was racing Maris back upstairs. But it didn't make any sense! Maris went home, she never came back that night."
"Well ask her then. If it's that damn obvious," Vegeta grunted. He grabbed his plate of three slices that Goku set up for him, and began devouring it.
Goku didn't touch his food.
"What?"
"I don't know that I can."
"And why not?"
"What if she was going to ask me, but didn't because she realized she didn't like me anymore?"
"In five minutes?" Vegeta laughed, taking another bite. "Right, that's extremely likely. I think you hit the nail on the head, Kakarot. Perfect. You didn't need me at all."
"Stop pestering me Vegeta," Goku snarled.
"Your grandfather called me to help you, correct?"
Goku nodded.
"Well what the hell do you think I'm doing? Telling you lies? She wants you Kami damn it. It's so obvious. Just ask her. If you don't, I'll tell her you're too afraid to."
"Vegeta!"
"Good then. I expect I'll hear all about it from Bulma."
"How are things between you guys anyway?"
"She still won't let me touch her," Vegeta sighed. "Stupid wench."
"Sounds to me like she's being wise."
"She's being a prude."
"No, you're being a stereotypical jackass. I think she has reason enough to keep her distance."
"Like what?"
"Like everything you've ever done."
"Kami." He threw down the piece of pizza he'd been working on and gave a big huff. "I'm going. Call me when you can walk."
"If you don't watch out she's going to start falling for you."
"I have everything under control, Kakarot."
"And if she does?"
Vegeta didn't respond.
"I'll tell you. If she falls for you and you're still treating her like shit, then I'll personally make you feel the same. I'm not going to let you hurt another innocent girl, especially since I know her."
"It's not going to happen. You know how all the other girls are. They never really liked me, just my fame. I know what I'm doing."
He was almost to the front door when Goku caught up with him, his leg hobbling awkwardly.
"But she's not like all the other girls, Vegeta."
Without replying, Vegeta left the house and climbed into his car, all the while knowing that Goku was right, but that he had no intention of stopping his quest with Bulma. The guilt panged in him once more before he started the engine.
"I'm not going to let petty things get to me," he muttered, pulling out of the driveway. If he'd only listened to the strange emotion, he might have been able to prevent the biggest mistake of his life.
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Bulma rolled over and grabbed her bedside phone. When she answered, she was surprised at who was on the other end.
"18?" she stammered. "Why the hell are you calling me at 2:00 AM? I have school tomorrow, you know. Unlike some rock stars."
"He's not a father," she blurted out excitedly.
Bulma was silent.
"Bulma? Did you hear me?"
"Yeah," she forced out. "I heard you."
"Well?"
"Well it's none of my business," she spat. "Look, I appreciate the concern, 18. But I have this…thing with Vegeta well under control. I'm not going to get involved with him, even if that stuff with Sen was all a farce. I'll talk to you later when I'm not so cranky."
"Alright," she sighed. "How did that date with Yamcha and your cousin go, by the way? He mentioned it to me when I told him about the test results."
"You knew for that long?"
"I've been busy, Kami."
Bulma only rolled her eyes. Celebrities. Even when they're temporarily off work, they still have things to do.
"Well?"
"They really hit it off, I guess. They both called me the next day and told me they were planning another date. This weekend I think."
"Well that's good."
"Why are you so interested in Yamcha, anyway?"
"He grew on me, ok? It's not like you're not friends with him, you know."
"I know. It just seems odd though, that you'd be friends with him."
"Not really. But I'll leave you alone now. Sorry I called so late. It just sort of hit me that I hadn't told you yet."
"It's alright. I'll talk to you later, 18."
"Ok. Bye."
"Night."
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"Woo!" Bulma cried, standing on a chair in her living room, her arms raised high above her head. "An hour 'til party time!"
"I wish she wouldn't do that," Chi-Chi mutter to Krillin, who nodded in agreement.
"What're you two whispering about, eh?" Bulma laughed, jumping down and walking towards them, bright red wig still looking startling to her friends.
"Nothing B," Krillin said.
"Call me Lucy," Bulma joked, checking her blue polka dot dress in full-length living room mirror. "And I'll call you Dr. Roshi." She then turned to Chi-Chi and Maris, who both donned blonde wigs, though Maris's was pull up into a long ponytail. "We're straight from the black and white era, ladies. Lucy, Samantha, and Jeannie."
"Makes you wonder what the other's are coming as," Maris laughed. "I can't imagine 18 or Vegeta taking this seriously."
Krillin gave a knowing smile, and turned to get a soda from the kitchen. He didn't make it that far, however, when all three girls toppled him to the floor, demanding to know what he knew.
"I'm not telling," he insisted, struggling to get free, just as Green Dragon walked through the door.
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---Chapter 17! YAY! There you have it, another one in the bag. I know not too much happened, but it's all sort of leading up to Chapter 18. Trust me!
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"Good-bye Tsu."
"Bye BB."
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"Three more days!" Bulma beamed as the group exited the school Wednesday afternoon, bags full to the brim with homework. Out of them all, Bulma was the only one who seemed the least bit excited about the upcoming holiday that didn't even get them off from school. "I can't wait you guys. This year is going to be great."
"Just like last year?" Chi-Chi groaned, hefting her heavy bag into the trunk of Bulma's car. The other's followed suit, then climbed inside.
"Shut up, Chi. You're just bitter. Always bitter. You need to loosen up about it."
"What happened last year?" Maris inquired, though, as her friends turned with hard looks, she suddenly didn't feel the need to know so badly.
"Chi-Chi had a bad time, that's all," Bulma sighed, as if that really were the issue. And, having only known the three friends for around two and a half months, she knew better than to believe Bulma's words. Not that she was a liar, but the situation just didn't seem to fit. Why would Chi-Chi be so upset if that were the only reason?
"You can be a real bitch sometimes, you know that B?" Chi-Chi spat, crossing her arms rigidly.
"I know."
Krillin suddenly leaned over and whispered, "I'll tell you later," in Maris's ear, then settled himself once again. Maris could only imagine what kind of story he had for her.
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"The doctor didn't banish you to that chair, you know."
"I know," Goku sighed, resting his cheek on his elbow.
"What's eating you?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Grandpa. Can I just be alone?"
"Well, now!" the old man exclaimed, looking genuinely shocked. If Goku didn't know better, he might have fallen for it. "That doesn't sound like the Goku I raised. Alone? You've been around people all your life. What'd they ever do to you?"
Goku have him a tired look, then set his eyes back on the far wall he'd been staring at for the past hour.
"If you don't get out of that chair and out of my house in the next ten minutes, I'm calling Vegeta to come get you. And I won't let you back in until you're cured."
Goku allowed a quiet laugh to escape his lips. How did he do it? No matter how much Goku didn't feel like talking, his Grandfather always seemed to bring him back in the mood. Or at least make him feel bad enough that he'd spill the beans. This time, fortunately, he did want to talk.
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Maris sat cross-legged on Krillin's bedroom floor, most of the length of her skirt tucked beneath her. Krillin sat across from her in his desk chair, absently pushing a paperclip around with a dull pencil. They'd been at his house ten minutes now, after being hastily dropped off my Bulma, who wasn't speaking to Chi-Chi, who had wanted to come to Krillin's, but was instead persuaded to go home and take a warm bath to calm her nerves. The only thing he'd said to Maris was that Bulma and Chi-Chi would be fine in the morning. Their little tiffs were necessary with the kind of close relationship they had. When Maris asked why, he laughed and said, "What would you rather have, Mar', a few tiny paper cuts or your hand cut off?"
That said it all.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" The look on his face told her she might have just over-stepped her boundaries. "Sorry."
"It's ok," he sighed. "Just that I don't know that Chi would want me telling the story. She prefers to tell it, her own version. But I think she's still too bitter about the whole thing."
"So she lies?"
"Basically." He forced a laugh, then set down the pencil. "Look, there's one thing you have to understand about Chi-Chi. She's a very proud person. The birthday party thing was only a glimpse at how…strange she can be."
"Nice choice of words."
"When something embarrassing happens to her," he continued, "she takes it to heart and literally locks herself away for days. She can't stand being made fun of or having accidents happen that result in her embarrassment."
"Like if she slipped on some water and landed on her butt?"
"Exactly. I don't know what it is. Maybe her family life. She only lives with her father, and her mother died when she was very young. Other than us, her father is all she has, and she takes a great deal of pride in him. Which makes her really proud herself. There's not a lot that will really get to her, but when something does, watch out."
"You wouldn't know by talking to her," Maris laughed, a little uneasily.
"I know what you mean. I'll never forget the first time I embarrassed her. Last time too."
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you some other time." He glanced anxiously at his watch, then out his living room window.
"Expecting someone?" she asked with a wide grin.
He nodded sheepishly.
"18?"
"Yeah…"
"You need to stop being embarrassed over her," she laughed. "She's your girlfriend for Kami's sake."
"It's not that."
"What then?"
"It's just…she still makes me…I don't know…"
"Oh!" Maris laughed, patting him on the back. "That's adorable Krill. You're so in love with her it makes me sick."
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Vegeta sighed heavily as he approached Goku's modest-looking house. Being a multi-millionaire, it didn't seem fitting that he should be living in such a small home, but it was what he liked, and his Grandfather had built it. The whole thing confused him utterly, and as he stepped onto the front porch, realized his thoughts about the house were only to hide himself from what he was truly feeling—embarrassment.
Ever since the night at the hospital over a week ago, Vegeta had been overly distant from the group. This was the first time he'd seen any of them, let alone talked to them.
He was just beginning to eat dinner, when the phone rang. It was Goku's Grandfather, and he sounded somewhat upset.
"Can you come by tonight?" he asked, even before Vegeta said hello.
"Old man?"
"Goku's in a jam, Vegeta. You need to come by and talk to him."
"About what?"
"I'd rather not say. I talked to him for almost an hour and he's still not feeling like himself. I thought you could help."
"How?" he grunted, setting down his sandwich. A sorry dinner anyway. "18's better at that stuff. Hell! Even 17 is better than I am. Call them."
He was about to hang up the phone when his Grandfather said, "He asked for you, Vegeta." And then the phone went dead.
Now, as the words seemed to echo through his mind, Vegeta felt slightly guilty. He knew Goku had been off lately, and he didn't pretend to be dumb about the reason. Ever since he'd met Chi-Chi his whole little universe seemed to be off balance, and when Vegeta heard he was keeping to himself after the accident, he immediately knew why.
Guilt and embarrassment. Two subjects Vegeta knew little about in his everyday life. The latter bothered him more, however, for it was obvious to everyone. They all knew he'd had a secret discussion with Goku, one he'd been urgent, if not desperate, to have. The details of that night were still fresh in his mind, down to every last word of their conversation. No one had asked him about it as of now, but that didn't mean they weren't asking. He had a strong suspicion that Goku was their aim and he'd been badgered ever since.
More guilt.
With another sigh, he knocked on the front door.
Stop thinking about it, he told himself. The worst thing for him to do right now what think about the foreign feeling he was having. He already had too much on his plate as it was.
"Hey Vegeta."
He was surprised to see Goku on the other side of the door.
"Watch out, your eyes might fall out."
"Shut up Kakarot."
"I take it you're still worried about me."
"Don't push it. I'm not about to give your grandpa a heart attack because you're lovesick."
"Hungry?"
Vegeta grunted and walked across the threshold. Damn him for knowing him so well.
"I'm fine, in case you haven't noticed."
"No, I think you're going to be permanently insane. Not that it's a change, of course."
"Right," Goku laughed. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a pizza box. "It's only from last night."
Vegeta nodded and took a seat.
"I mean it though," Goku continued, slipping the six pieces of pizza onto a plate and putting it in the microwave. He was far too tired to heat it up in the oven, the way he liked it best. "I'm ok."
"I can see that," Vegeta said monotone, motioning towards his cast. Not wanting to seem helpless, Goku used his crutches only when absolutely necessary. In this case, only moving slightly around the kitchen, he could manage with little hops and minimal pressure on the bad leg. And he was of course using his right hand for everything.
"You know what I mean." He looked away, almost ashamed. "Chi-Chi. You know the situation."
"You're still too chicken to ask her? Kami!"
"It's not that."
"What then? Waiting for her to ask you? Or some other ridiculous thing of that nature?"
"She wants to," he whispered, pulling the plate from the microwave. Vegeta only looked at the food now, as if their conversation was over. "I know she does. She came running into my hospital room last week, about out of breath. I could have sworn she was going to ask me then. But when she opened her mouth, she said was racing Maris back upstairs. But it didn't make any sense! Maris went home, she never came back that night."
"Well ask her then. If it's that damn obvious," Vegeta grunted. He grabbed his plate of three slices that Goku set up for him, and began devouring it.
Goku didn't touch his food.
"What?"
"I don't know that I can."
"And why not?"
"What if she was going to ask me, but didn't because she realized she didn't like me anymore?"
"In five minutes?" Vegeta laughed, taking another bite. "Right, that's extremely likely. I think you hit the nail on the head, Kakarot. Perfect. You didn't need me at all."
"Stop pestering me Vegeta," Goku snarled.
"Your grandfather called me to help you, correct?"
Goku nodded.
"Well what the hell do you think I'm doing? Telling you lies? She wants you Kami damn it. It's so obvious. Just ask her. If you don't, I'll tell her you're too afraid to."
"Vegeta!"
"Good then. I expect I'll hear all about it from Bulma."
"How are things between you guys anyway?"
"She still won't let me touch her," Vegeta sighed. "Stupid wench."
"Sounds to me like she's being wise."
"She's being a prude."
"No, you're being a stereotypical jackass. I think she has reason enough to keep her distance."
"Like what?"
"Like everything you've ever done."
"Kami." He threw down the piece of pizza he'd been working on and gave a big huff. "I'm going. Call me when you can walk."
"If you don't watch out she's going to start falling for you."
"I have everything under control, Kakarot."
"And if she does?"
Vegeta didn't respond.
"I'll tell you. If she falls for you and you're still treating her like shit, then I'll personally make you feel the same. I'm not going to let you hurt another innocent girl, especially since I know her."
"It's not going to happen. You know how all the other girls are. They never really liked me, just my fame. I know what I'm doing."
He was almost to the front door when Goku caught up with him, his leg hobbling awkwardly.
"But she's not like all the other girls, Vegeta."
Without replying, Vegeta left the house and climbed into his car, all the while knowing that Goku was right, but that he had no intention of stopping his quest with Bulma. The guilt panged in him once more before he started the engine.
"I'm not going to let petty things get to me," he muttered, pulling out of the driveway. If he'd only listened to the strange emotion, he might have been able to prevent the biggest mistake of his life.
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Bulma rolled over and grabbed her bedside phone. When she answered, she was surprised at who was on the other end.
"18?" she stammered. "Why the hell are you calling me at 2:00 AM? I have school tomorrow, you know. Unlike some rock stars."
"He's not a father," she blurted out excitedly.
Bulma was silent.
"Bulma? Did you hear me?"
"Yeah," she forced out. "I heard you."
"Well?"
"Well it's none of my business," she spat. "Look, I appreciate the concern, 18. But I have this…thing with Vegeta well under control. I'm not going to get involved with him, even if that stuff with Sen was all a farce. I'll talk to you later when I'm not so cranky."
"Alright," she sighed. "How did that date with Yamcha and your cousin go, by the way? He mentioned it to me when I told him about the test results."
"You knew for that long?"
"I've been busy, Kami."
Bulma only rolled her eyes. Celebrities. Even when they're temporarily off work, they still have things to do.
"Well?"
"They really hit it off, I guess. They both called me the next day and told me they were planning another date. This weekend I think."
"Well that's good."
"Why are you so interested in Yamcha, anyway?"
"He grew on me, ok? It's not like you're not friends with him, you know."
"I know. It just seems odd though, that you'd be friends with him."
"Not really. But I'll leave you alone now. Sorry I called so late. It just sort of hit me that I hadn't told you yet."
"It's alright. I'll talk to you later, 18."
"Ok. Bye."
"Night."
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"Woo!" Bulma cried, standing on a chair in her living room, her arms raised high above her head. "An hour 'til party time!"
"I wish she wouldn't do that," Chi-Chi mutter to Krillin, who nodded in agreement.
"What're you two whispering about, eh?" Bulma laughed, jumping down and walking towards them, bright red wig still looking startling to her friends.
"Nothing B," Krillin said.
"Call me Lucy," Bulma joked, checking her blue polka dot dress in full-length living room mirror. "And I'll call you Dr. Roshi." She then turned to Chi-Chi and Maris, who both donned blonde wigs, though Maris's was pull up into a long ponytail. "We're straight from the black and white era, ladies. Lucy, Samantha, and Jeannie."
"Makes you wonder what the other's are coming as," Maris laughed. "I can't imagine 18 or Vegeta taking this seriously."
Krillin gave a knowing smile, and turned to get a soda from the kitchen. He didn't make it that far, however, when all three girls toppled him to the floor, demanding to know what he knew.
"I'm not telling," he insisted, struggling to get free, just as Green Dragon walked through the door.
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---Chapter 17! YAY! There you have it, another one in the bag. I know not too much happened, but it's all sort of leading up to Chapter 18. Trust me!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters) And more limbs…
Next time: Halloween party…Hmm…I wonder what Vegeta is wearing :P
P.S. I'm 12:30 am…Deal with typos :P