Chikara: (yawning) I'm writing this while somewhere on the road---the hotel lobby I'm presently in is in Moncton....I think. Need. More. Sleep.

Vegeta: And we want to hear about you...why?

Haiku: (teasingly) Hey Vegeta! Where's your boyfriend?

Vegeta: ...very funny—not!

Chikara: Which brings me to the question of why you seem—er—"interested" in Yamcha now.

Vegeta: (blank stare) Isn't that your job to decide?

Chikara: (smug smile) I love playing God.

Vegeta: I mean it. If it's not written, I don't know about it. Otherwise...

Haiku: Aw shut up already (boots Vegeta into story)

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Vegeta woke up on the roof the next morning to the sight of a large frog perched on his nose.

"GET OFF GINYU!!!"

This is not looking like a good morning, he thought to himself as he wiped frog slime from his face and got up, not good at all. The entire night, asleep or awake, was spent dwelling on the myriad of issues he already had, as well as a few new ones from—no, he didn't really want to think about that right now...

"See ya' Bulma."

"Bye Yamcha! Come again soon—maybe when Vegeta is a little less psycho."

"Mo-o-om"

He smirked a little as he heard his young son. There's a kid who knows who's boss—namely me, he thought to himself, couldn't have wished for a better one, He muttered softly to himself as he stood up to leap down from the building and perhaps get some breakfast.

He landed on the ground with a soft "tmp!" sort of noise (gimme a break here--"tmp" is a very good word!) right beside Bulma as she turned and started for the house.

"Morning." he said with what he feverently hoped was cheery enthusiasm.

"Morning huh? So what about night? I haven't seen you since lunchtime yesterday. is something wrong?"

"Wrong?" Oh no there's nothing wrong—I'm only just figuring out my true feelings for my wife's former boyfriend!

"Yeah...are you sick or something? Did you hurt yourself training?" she asked, apparently quite worried about him.

"No, I just..."

"And you really don't seem like yourself either. What happened to Mr 'Look at me, I'm the prince of Saiyans!' anyhow? I really appreciate it if you're trying to be nice to me, but it's kind of scary."

"Well..."

"And you didn't come in to bed last night either. Where were you last night, I was so worried."

He really had no good answer to any of her questions—I mean, what am was he supposed to say that wouldn't sound totally ridiculous or suspicious. This was too confusing. Breakfast, yeah, food. Low blood sugar won't really help me think any clearer.

"I'm just...hungry I guess."

"Then why did you miss dinner?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

"None of your business!" and with that he pushed her aside and almost ran right into the glass door.

This is not normal, Bulma thought to herself, something's up for sure.

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Chikara: Sorry it's so short for a chapter, but I'm on the road right now, so I'll just have to make do with a minimum of time. In case you're wondering, my gradparents are taking me on a little trip to Newfoundland to meet some relatives I haven't seen since I was three. They didn't even let me spend money on anything before the trip either---and I want to save money for touristy crap why?!

Haiku: Um Newfoundland...boat...small cabin...seesick.

Chikara: Seasick, Haiku, seasick.

Haiku: No, I mean SEE-sick. Look at the face on you!

Chikara: Vegeta, take care of her (sees Vegeta look at her reproachfully) Please...sir.

Vegeta: I've waited a very long time...(starts fight with Haiku, who apparently is putting up a good fight)

Chikara: I'll just let those two kill each other for a while...Read and review people, read and review.