HEY!!! I want to tell everyone, that I am so SORRY!! for all those retarded
spelling errors in the last few chapters. I can't type worth beans some
times, and I forget to spell check like the moron that I am, so again.
SORRY!!
Crimson & Seruleyan!!!! Where are ya!!! ;) no, just kidding. If you guys get a chance, I gotta know what you thought about that last chapter of this story and My Name Is. Hope to talk to you both soon!
Videlchan313- Hey! I'm doing great! Quite busy with working and such, though. You?! So, anyhow! Yeah, Bulma ran away shortly after Trunks was born. I'll most probably be doing a flashback of when Vegeta and Bulma were younger, kind of like on the show 'Gilmore Girls' that this story is semi- based off of. Trunks and Vegeta do have a great relationship, even though they mainly only talk on the phone and see each other during Christmas and Easter, and other special occasions. As for when Bulma and Vegeta meeting, that's coming soon! I promise, but it's not going to mean they're getting right back together! mu hahaha ;) Thanks, girl!
Erm- Don't feel stupid! I'm just a big meanie head that likes to trick people!! ;) It's my calling in life... Anyhow! Thanks for reading and reviewing!!
Jess1182003- Thank you! ;)
Daisy31- Well, they'll meet up again soon, and boy will it be interesting!! ;) As for your other questions, I'm afraid you'll have to wait to find out. Thanks a bunches!!!
Vegeta's baby sister- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! ;)
Ana- Oh, thanks so much!!! ;) I'm really glad you like my story!!
IndigoGoddess- I am cruel... Sorry! I can't help it. But hey! I'm happy you like the story ;) Don't worry, if you don't watch 'Gilmore Girls' you still shouldn't get lost. I'll be sure to explain things completely! Thanks!
Bubbles- Thanks so much! It feels great to have such wonderful responses from my reviewers! Thank you! I'm really glad you like the story so far. I just hope I don't disappoint! ;)
Jessica- Wow, where to begin... I'm sorry I haven't sent the second chapter to you, but when I check my e-mail with Outlook Express, it wouldn't give me your e-mail address, and I can't just reply to your message because it won't let me send. So!!! If you have AOL Instant Messenger, you can message me and I can send it that way. My name is CHALICE001 (that's 2 zeros and a 1 at the end of that) or you can just send me another e-mail with you address written out in the message and I can go to mail provider's webpage and send it from there. Sorry, I haven't been able to get in touch with you!!!
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Chapter 4: Can I Have Your Number?
Bulma tossed her purse and car keys onto the kitchen table. "So, we have a couple hours before we have to leave for your grandparents' house," she called out. "What do you wanna do?!"
In the next room, Trunks was pulling all the stuff that had been in his locker out of his backpack. "I'm going to sort through all this crap," he said. "I never realized that I was this messy."
His mother walked into the room and smiled. "We can go to Son's. I hear Radditz just made several of his famous apple crumb pies."
Trunks shook his head and laughed. "We're going to dinner. I don't think we should spoil it by eating pie."
Bulma looked at him with shock. "What?! You love pie. It's been genetically passed down to you from me and your father." He frowned at the mention of his father, and Bulma noticed. She sat down at the end of his bed. "What's up?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. I think I just left something in my old locker. I'm gonna have to have Keelin pick it up for me on Monday," he answered nonchalantly.
"And does this thing in your locker have something to do with your dad?" She ventured.
"No."
"Then why'd you suddenly get all poopy-faced when I mentioned him?" Trunks just shrugged, and she sighed. "He hasn't called you back yet, is that it?" She stood up and went out into the hall.
"Mom?! What are you doing?" Trunks demanded, running after her.
"I'm calling him right now, and I'm going to tell him off. You left that message almost three days ago," she ranted. "Vegeta should have called you by now."
"Mom, stop!" He grabbed the phone from her. "It's okay. He called me last night."
"He what!? When?!"
"When you were talking to Akira on her porch and I was inside watching tv," he explained.
Bulma pulled off her coat and walked into the livingroom. "Oh. Well, what did he have to say?" She tried to keep calm in front of her son.
"I told him I was accepted to Worthington, and he wanted to get me a present," he told her. "But I told him he didn't have to."
"That's good," she replied, fixing the cushions on the couch. "I mean. It's good that he offered to get you something, that means he's proud of you. I didn't mean that it was good you didn't take him up on the offer," she went on absentmindedly.
"You okay, mom? You're babbling."
"I'm fine," she reassured him, standing up straight and turning toward him. She had an angry look on her face. "And he didn't ask to speak to me at all?"
"Well, I asked him if he wanted to, but he said he didn't have time. He sounded busy."
Bulma shook her head. "I don't believe him," she muttered.
"Who?"
"One of your uncles must have called him."
Trunks was starting to get really confused. "Why?"
She looked at him and sighed. "Trunks, I need you to sit down for a second. I have something really important to talk to you about."
The confused boy walked over to the recliner and sat down. "Um, okay."
"I know I've been avoiding the whole 'why are we really going to the grandparents'' question since yesterday," she announced.
"Like the plague," he cut in.
Bulma gave him a look that clearly meant 'can I go on, now?' "I had to borrow money from my parents so you can go to Worthington."
Trunks' eyes widened. "What? Mom, you didn't have to do that. I would have been fine if I couldn't go," he argued.
"No, it's not fine. You deserve to go to this school. You've worked so hard for it, and I intend on doing all that I can to make that happen."
"So, that's why we're going to dinner tonight?"
"And every Friday night until I pay them back," she added with a fake smile.
"Mom, you shouldn't have done this. You hate going there on holidays. I can only imagine how bad it's gonna be on a weekly basis."
Bulma shrugged. "I'll deal. It's worth it."
He chuckled. "You say that now."
She laughed. "Yeah."
"So, what's this got to do with my uncles?"
"I just stopped by to give them the good news. I figured they might have a better chance getting your father on the phone than us," she half-lied.
"I could've asked dad for the money, you know?"
"Not you, too," she pouted. "Look. Don't worry about the money. It's all settled. I've taken care of everything, so can we please go get some pie," she begged.
"But Radditz always brings us one of his pies."
"Yes, but," she said, walking toward the stairs that lead to her room. "It tastes different when we eat it at the diner than it does here."
"You're crazy," he told her.
"Go change for dinner! We'll leave straight from there," she called out.
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"After dinner, how about we stop at that great music store by the mall, and you can get anything you want," Bulma said, eyes twinkling.
"Let me guess," Trunks said, opening the passenger side door. "While I'm CD shopping, you will be hitting the huge sale at Kauffman's. Am I right?"
"You know me too well," she replied, pushing her door open as well. "Let's get this over with quickly. I've had my eye on a pair of brown, leather Nine West's that just scream 'Bulma!'"
Trunks laughed and walked toward the front door. "Okay by me."
Bulma rushed forward and pressed the doorbell a couple times. Trunks swatted her hand away from the button, and she laughed. "Sorry, too much pie. All the sugar's rushing to my head."
"Well, calm down before grandma sees you like this."
"Okay, I'm calm now," she stated in a serious tone.
The door opened, and Lillian Briefs stood there, smiling politely. "It's about time. Come in," she said. Mother and son walked into the house and took off their coats. "Trunks, it's so good to see you, dear. I can't tell you how proud we are of you. Worthington is an excellent school."
"Thanks, gramdma."
Lillian lead them into the sitting room. "I think it's wonderful that you're following in your father's footsteps," she said.
Bulma glared. "Um, I went there too," she said, but her mother ignored her.
"Have you spoken to your father lately, sweetie?"
Trunks sat down on one of the antique looking couches. "Just the other day."
"And how is Vegeta?"
"He's an ass," Bulma muttered. Trunks, who thankfully knew she was joking, bit back his laughter, but Lillian glared. Bulma looked around. "What? I thought I was being ignored," she said innocently.
"That was completely uncalled for, Bulma, and unlady-like," her mother scolded.
"Sorry."
"Vegeta doesn't speak of you like that. Why would you do such a thing, and in front of your son?"
"Mom, I said I was sorry. Okay? Now, please," she said, motioning with her hand for Lillian to continue. "Go on about how great Vegeta is."
Trunks shook his head. "How's grandpa doing?" Effectively changing the subject before blood was spilt.
"Oh, he's so busy with work these days. I'm just glad he wasn't out of the country for tonight. I know he's dying to see you."
"Who's dying?" James asked from the doorway.
"There you are, James," Lillian said. "Look who's here?"
"Bulma, Trunks! It's good to see you both." He smiled at Trunks. "My goodness, you're the spitting image of your father."
Bulma groaned. "Will this never end?" She mumbled.
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"It wasn't that bad," Trunks decided as they pulled into their driveway.
"Whatever you say, Vegeta," she teased.
"I don't think it was intentional, mom."
"It's like he miraculously conceived you all by himself. He's like a regular Virgin Mary, only male!"
"Mom!"
"It's like they completely forgot that I went to Worthington, too. I mean where the hell did they think I spent the first three years of highschool, in a gutter?"
Trunks walked up to the front door and pulled out his housekey. "Just forget about it. It's late, and I want to go to bed."
"But it's Friday night!"
"And you've dragged me around Kauffman's for 3 1/2 hours!"
"But think of all the great stuff I got," she spoke happily.
"You should have told me it was a Midnight sale."
"Then you would have never agreed to it."
"Exactly," he said, walking toward his room. "Goodnight!"
Bulma dropped her handful of bags on the couch and went outside to grab the rest. Trunks had refused to carry anymore bags for her. She pulled out two bags from her back seat and kicked the door shut with her foot.
"Hey! Keep it down out there," he neighbor shouted.
"Kiss my ass," she shouted back with a laugh.
Akira walked across the yard. "Kiss it for me, I can't reach," she replied. "Wow, shopping spree. I thought you had dinner at the parents'?"
"We took a detour on our way home. I needed it badly."
"Dinner was that bad, huh?"
"Oh yeah." Bulma responded. "Big time!"
"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?"
Bulma started to walk toward her house. "I have work to do at the Inn, but I should be able to get out of there by 6 or 7. Why?"
Akira went ahead to open the front door for her. "I was hoping that Trunks might want to work at the diner this weekend, make a little extra cash. Radditz and Ausrin had a little emergency and had to go out of town for the weekend, and it'll just be me. I would have asked Goku or Jarec, but they both have plans."
"I'll ask him in the morning. He already went to bed," Bulma said.
"Thanks, B. I better get back to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
"Bye!"
"See ya!"
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"I really despise people today."
"I thought you despised people everyday?"
June gave a thoughtful nod. "True."
Bulma chuckled to herself. "We need to start planning for the Graham wedding on Monday."
"I already made sure the staff knows about it."
"Thanks, 18. What would I do without you?!"
"Spontaneously combust?"
"Probably," Bulma said, walking into the kitchen. "Chichi!"
The black haired woman jumped at the sound of her name, knocking over messuring cup of sugar. "What?! Oh no!" She grabbed the messuring cup and sighed. "Damnit!"
Bulma leaned against the nearby counter. "I didn't mean to freak you out, Chi." She watched her friend trying to salvage the spilt sugar off the counter. "Why are you acting so nervous?"
Chichi sighed. "Goku was just here dropping off the produce shipment," she explained.
"Ah, I see, and now you're all 'head in the clouds'," she teased.
"Ha, ha. Just because you're little miss confidence, doesn't mean that you can pick on me."
"Oh, Chi, don't be mad. I think it's adorable that you have a crush on him."
Chichi rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like I'm in grade school again."
"I'm sorry, Chichi. What's the grown-up term for a crush?"
"Get out of my kitchen!"
Bulma quickly ran for the door as Chichi reached for the butcher's knife. She laughed softly and went to the front desk. She was grateful to have all these amazing friends to keep her entertained 24/7! Grabbing the mail, she nudged June in the side. The blond woman was staring out the window at something with a strange look on her face.
"Hey, June. I'm going to the post office. You need anything while I'm out?"
"Yeah," she sighed.
Bulma moved behind her and leaned over her shoulder to try and see what it was that held her sarcastic friend's attention. She spotted three men standing around in suits by their BMWs. "Which one are we looking at exactly?"
"The short, bald one."
"You and you're fetish for short guys," she laughed.
"He's the cutest little thing, isn't he?"
"Okay, 18. You're officially creeping me out. You never get like this over a guy." She put the mail in her purse and started walking toward the door. "I'll be back in 30 minutes. I'm gonna stop by the diner."
"Hey, wait!"
Bulma stopped, hand on the door. "What?"
June gave her a pleading look. "Get me his number?"
"You've got to be kidding me! Since when are you that big of a chicken?!"
"Please, Bulma?" She clasped her hands together in front of her and made her infamous puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"
"Oh man. Fine, just stop looking at me like that. I don't know what's worse: you acting all love-stricken or that look!"
"Thank you!"
Bulma shut the door and walked across the veranda toward the parking lot. 'The things I do for my friends,' she mused. Mentally, she was trying to figure out a way to get the guy's number without him think she was the one that wanted it. 'This might be difficult,' she thought. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the steps and over to the small group.
"Excuse me," she interrupted as politely as possible. All three men turned toward her. "Hi," she greeted. "I'm Ms. Briefs, the manager here. I was just collecting a little information from some of the guests about their stay here for the owner," she stated, silently thanking god for having a quick mind.
June's crush smiled. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Briefs." He reached out and shook her hand. "I'm Mr. Taki, and these are my business associates, Mr. Shinhan and Mr. Roshi."
Bulma smiled and shook each one's hand. Mr. Roshi held unto her hand a little longer than was normal, causing her to look him directly in the eyes. She tried not blush. He was gorgeous. "I didn't mean to interrupt you, but I just wanted to make sure that you were getting the best service here, Mr. Taki," she said.
"We are, thank you. We just had the best lunch ever," he told her. "You're chef is great."
"I'll be sure to tell Chichi that later. I'm sure she'll be extremely pleased to hear it." She glanced around the group again, meeting the eyes of Mr. Roshi once again. "Well, I won't take up anymore of your time. It was nice to meet you all, and if you get a chance, sign into our guestbook. We send out quarterly newsletters with listings on local events if you're interested."
"Sounds like a good idea. Thank you."
Bulma smiled. "Of course, enjoy the rest of your day here."
They parted ways, and Bulma smiled to herself. She knew at least one of them would sign the book at. She walked toward her car and pulled out her keys. She had to hurry up and get to the post office before it closed.
"Excuse me!"
Startled, Bulma dropped her keys on the ground. "Oh, crap," she muttered.
"Here, let me get those."
She glanced down. "Oh, thanks."
Mr. Roshi stood up, handing her her keys. "Don't mention it." He looked back toward the Inn. "What time do you get off work?"
Bulma nearly dropped her keys again. "Huh?!"
He smiled back at her. "I was wondering what time you got off work, Ms. Briefs."
She laughed slightly and blushed. "Oh, um call me Bulma."
"Okay then, Bulma. So?"
"Oh, yeah. I get off at 7."
"And will you be hungry at 7, because I'd really like to take you to dinner," he asked.
Suddenly, her normal flirty, confident nature came back to her, and she shrugged. "I usually get hungry around that time."
"Shall I pick you up here?" He asked with a slight grin.
"Hmm," Bulma tapped her pointer finger against her chin. "I don't know. After all, you're a stranger. I think maybe I should meet you at this mystery place where we'll be eating dinner."
"Me, a stranger? But you know my name," he stated.
"True, Mr. Roshi."
"Yamcha," he said.
"Yamcha Roshi," she repeated his whole name. "I like that." She unlocked her door and slipped into the driver's seat. "I guess I'll have to meet you here at 7."
"Perfect."
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uh oh!!! Yamcha's here, and I know. There was no Vegeta at all in that chapter, but I promise he'll be in the next one! So, next chapter... Trunks' first day at Worthington, details from Bulma's date, and Vegeta gets together with his brothers for the afternoon!
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PANDORA ;)
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Review, please!
Crimson & Seruleyan!!!! Where are ya!!! ;) no, just kidding. If you guys get a chance, I gotta know what you thought about that last chapter of this story and My Name Is. Hope to talk to you both soon!
Videlchan313- Hey! I'm doing great! Quite busy with working and such, though. You?! So, anyhow! Yeah, Bulma ran away shortly after Trunks was born. I'll most probably be doing a flashback of when Vegeta and Bulma were younger, kind of like on the show 'Gilmore Girls' that this story is semi- based off of. Trunks and Vegeta do have a great relationship, even though they mainly only talk on the phone and see each other during Christmas and Easter, and other special occasions. As for when Bulma and Vegeta meeting, that's coming soon! I promise, but it's not going to mean they're getting right back together! mu hahaha ;) Thanks, girl!
Erm- Don't feel stupid! I'm just a big meanie head that likes to trick people!! ;) It's my calling in life... Anyhow! Thanks for reading and reviewing!!
Jess1182003- Thank you! ;)
Daisy31- Well, they'll meet up again soon, and boy will it be interesting!! ;) As for your other questions, I'm afraid you'll have to wait to find out. Thanks a bunches!!!
Vegeta's baby sister- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! ;)
Ana- Oh, thanks so much!!! ;) I'm really glad you like my story!!
IndigoGoddess- I am cruel... Sorry! I can't help it. But hey! I'm happy you like the story ;) Don't worry, if you don't watch 'Gilmore Girls' you still shouldn't get lost. I'll be sure to explain things completely! Thanks!
Bubbles- Thanks so much! It feels great to have such wonderful responses from my reviewers! Thank you! I'm really glad you like the story so far. I just hope I don't disappoint! ;)
Jessica- Wow, where to begin... I'm sorry I haven't sent the second chapter to you, but when I check my e-mail with Outlook Express, it wouldn't give me your e-mail address, and I can't just reply to your message because it won't let me send. So!!! If you have AOL Instant Messenger, you can message me and I can send it that way. My name is CHALICE001 (that's 2 zeros and a 1 at the end of that) or you can just send me another e-mail with you address written out in the message and I can go to mail provider's webpage and send it from there. Sorry, I haven't been able to get in touch with you!!!
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Chapter 4: Can I Have Your Number?
Bulma tossed her purse and car keys onto the kitchen table. "So, we have a couple hours before we have to leave for your grandparents' house," she called out. "What do you wanna do?!"
In the next room, Trunks was pulling all the stuff that had been in his locker out of his backpack. "I'm going to sort through all this crap," he said. "I never realized that I was this messy."
His mother walked into the room and smiled. "We can go to Son's. I hear Radditz just made several of his famous apple crumb pies."
Trunks shook his head and laughed. "We're going to dinner. I don't think we should spoil it by eating pie."
Bulma looked at him with shock. "What?! You love pie. It's been genetically passed down to you from me and your father." He frowned at the mention of his father, and Bulma noticed. She sat down at the end of his bed. "What's up?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. I think I just left something in my old locker. I'm gonna have to have Keelin pick it up for me on Monday," he answered nonchalantly.
"And does this thing in your locker have something to do with your dad?" She ventured.
"No."
"Then why'd you suddenly get all poopy-faced when I mentioned him?" Trunks just shrugged, and she sighed. "He hasn't called you back yet, is that it?" She stood up and went out into the hall.
"Mom?! What are you doing?" Trunks demanded, running after her.
"I'm calling him right now, and I'm going to tell him off. You left that message almost three days ago," she ranted. "Vegeta should have called you by now."
"Mom, stop!" He grabbed the phone from her. "It's okay. He called me last night."
"He what!? When?!"
"When you were talking to Akira on her porch and I was inside watching tv," he explained.
Bulma pulled off her coat and walked into the livingroom. "Oh. Well, what did he have to say?" She tried to keep calm in front of her son.
"I told him I was accepted to Worthington, and he wanted to get me a present," he told her. "But I told him he didn't have to."
"That's good," she replied, fixing the cushions on the couch. "I mean. It's good that he offered to get you something, that means he's proud of you. I didn't mean that it was good you didn't take him up on the offer," she went on absentmindedly.
"You okay, mom? You're babbling."
"I'm fine," she reassured him, standing up straight and turning toward him. She had an angry look on her face. "And he didn't ask to speak to me at all?"
"Well, I asked him if he wanted to, but he said he didn't have time. He sounded busy."
Bulma shook her head. "I don't believe him," she muttered.
"Who?"
"One of your uncles must have called him."
Trunks was starting to get really confused. "Why?"
She looked at him and sighed. "Trunks, I need you to sit down for a second. I have something really important to talk to you about."
The confused boy walked over to the recliner and sat down. "Um, okay."
"I know I've been avoiding the whole 'why are we really going to the grandparents'' question since yesterday," she announced.
"Like the plague," he cut in.
Bulma gave him a look that clearly meant 'can I go on, now?' "I had to borrow money from my parents so you can go to Worthington."
Trunks' eyes widened. "What? Mom, you didn't have to do that. I would have been fine if I couldn't go," he argued.
"No, it's not fine. You deserve to go to this school. You've worked so hard for it, and I intend on doing all that I can to make that happen."
"So, that's why we're going to dinner tonight?"
"And every Friday night until I pay them back," she added with a fake smile.
"Mom, you shouldn't have done this. You hate going there on holidays. I can only imagine how bad it's gonna be on a weekly basis."
Bulma shrugged. "I'll deal. It's worth it."
He chuckled. "You say that now."
She laughed. "Yeah."
"So, what's this got to do with my uncles?"
"I just stopped by to give them the good news. I figured they might have a better chance getting your father on the phone than us," she half-lied.
"I could've asked dad for the money, you know?"
"Not you, too," she pouted. "Look. Don't worry about the money. It's all settled. I've taken care of everything, so can we please go get some pie," she begged.
"But Radditz always brings us one of his pies."
"Yes, but," she said, walking toward the stairs that lead to her room. "It tastes different when we eat it at the diner than it does here."
"You're crazy," he told her.
"Go change for dinner! We'll leave straight from there," she called out.
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"After dinner, how about we stop at that great music store by the mall, and you can get anything you want," Bulma said, eyes twinkling.
"Let me guess," Trunks said, opening the passenger side door. "While I'm CD shopping, you will be hitting the huge sale at Kauffman's. Am I right?"
"You know me too well," she replied, pushing her door open as well. "Let's get this over with quickly. I've had my eye on a pair of brown, leather Nine West's that just scream 'Bulma!'"
Trunks laughed and walked toward the front door. "Okay by me."
Bulma rushed forward and pressed the doorbell a couple times. Trunks swatted her hand away from the button, and she laughed. "Sorry, too much pie. All the sugar's rushing to my head."
"Well, calm down before grandma sees you like this."
"Okay, I'm calm now," she stated in a serious tone.
The door opened, and Lillian Briefs stood there, smiling politely. "It's about time. Come in," she said. Mother and son walked into the house and took off their coats. "Trunks, it's so good to see you, dear. I can't tell you how proud we are of you. Worthington is an excellent school."
"Thanks, gramdma."
Lillian lead them into the sitting room. "I think it's wonderful that you're following in your father's footsteps," she said.
Bulma glared. "Um, I went there too," she said, but her mother ignored her.
"Have you spoken to your father lately, sweetie?"
Trunks sat down on one of the antique looking couches. "Just the other day."
"And how is Vegeta?"
"He's an ass," Bulma muttered. Trunks, who thankfully knew she was joking, bit back his laughter, but Lillian glared. Bulma looked around. "What? I thought I was being ignored," she said innocently.
"That was completely uncalled for, Bulma, and unlady-like," her mother scolded.
"Sorry."
"Vegeta doesn't speak of you like that. Why would you do such a thing, and in front of your son?"
"Mom, I said I was sorry. Okay? Now, please," she said, motioning with her hand for Lillian to continue. "Go on about how great Vegeta is."
Trunks shook his head. "How's grandpa doing?" Effectively changing the subject before blood was spilt.
"Oh, he's so busy with work these days. I'm just glad he wasn't out of the country for tonight. I know he's dying to see you."
"Who's dying?" James asked from the doorway.
"There you are, James," Lillian said. "Look who's here?"
"Bulma, Trunks! It's good to see you both." He smiled at Trunks. "My goodness, you're the spitting image of your father."
Bulma groaned. "Will this never end?" She mumbled.
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"It wasn't that bad," Trunks decided as they pulled into their driveway.
"Whatever you say, Vegeta," she teased.
"I don't think it was intentional, mom."
"It's like he miraculously conceived you all by himself. He's like a regular Virgin Mary, only male!"
"Mom!"
"It's like they completely forgot that I went to Worthington, too. I mean where the hell did they think I spent the first three years of highschool, in a gutter?"
Trunks walked up to the front door and pulled out his housekey. "Just forget about it. It's late, and I want to go to bed."
"But it's Friday night!"
"And you've dragged me around Kauffman's for 3 1/2 hours!"
"But think of all the great stuff I got," she spoke happily.
"You should have told me it was a Midnight sale."
"Then you would have never agreed to it."
"Exactly," he said, walking toward his room. "Goodnight!"
Bulma dropped her handful of bags on the couch and went outside to grab the rest. Trunks had refused to carry anymore bags for her. She pulled out two bags from her back seat and kicked the door shut with her foot.
"Hey! Keep it down out there," he neighbor shouted.
"Kiss my ass," she shouted back with a laugh.
Akira walked across the yard. "Kiss it for me, I can't reach," she replied. "Wow, shopping spree. I thought you had dinner at the parents'?"
"We took a detour on our way home. I needed it badly."
"Dinner was that bad, huh?"
"Oh yeah." Bulma responded. "Big time!"
"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?"
Bulma started to walk toward her house. "I have work to do at the Inn, but I should be able to get out of there by 6 or 7. Why?"
Akira went ahead to open the front door for her. "I was hoping that Trunks might want to work at the diner this weekend, make a little extra cash. Radditz and Ausrin had a little emergency and had to go out of town for the weekend, and it'll just be me. I would have asked Goku or Jarec, but they both have plans."
"I'll ask him in the morning. He already went to bed," Bulma said.
"Thanks, B. I better get back to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
"Bye!"
"See ya!"
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"I really despise people today."
"I thought you despised people everyday?"
June gave a thoughtful nod. "True."
Bulma chuckled to herself. "We need to start planning for the Graham wedding on Monday."
"I already made sure the staff knows about it."
"Thanks, 18. What would I do without you?!"
"Spontaneously combust?"
"Probably," Bulma said, walking into the kitchen. "Chichi!"
The black haired woman jumped at the sound of her name, knocking over messuring cup of sugar. "What?! Oh no!" She grabbed the messuring cup and sighed. "Damnit!"
Bulma leaned against the nearby counter. "I didn't mean to freak you out, Chi." She watched her friend trying to salvage the spilt sugar off the counter. "Why are you acting so nervous?"
Chichi sighed. "Goku was just here dropping off the produce shipment," she explained.
"Ah, I see, and now you're all 'head in the clouds'," she teased.
"Ha, ha. Just because you're little miss confidence, doesn't mean that you can pick on me."
"Oh, Chi, don't be mad. I think it's adorable that you have a crush on him."
Chichi rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like I'm in grade school again."
"I'm sorry, Chichi. What's the grown-up term for a crush?"
"Get out of my kitchen!"
Bulma quickly ran for the door as Chichi reached for the butcher's knife. She laughed softly and went to the front desk. She was grateful to have all these amazing friends to keep her entertained 24/7! Grabbing the mail, she nudged June in the side. The blond woman was staring out the window at something with a strange look on her face.
"Hey, June. I'm going to the post office. You need anything while I'm out?"
"Yeah," she sighed.
Bulma moved behind her and leaned over her shoulder to try and see what it was that held her sarcastic friend's attention. She spotted three men standing around in suits by their BMWs. "Which one are we looking at exactly?"
"The short, bald one."
"You and you're fetish for short guys," she laughed.
"He's the cutest little thing, isn't he?"
"Okay, 18. You're officially creeping me out. You never get like this over a guy." She put the mail in her purse and started walking toward the door. "I'll be back in 30 minutes. I'm gonna stop by the diner."
"Hey, wait!"
Bulma stopped, hand on the door. "What?"
June gave her a pleading look. "Get me his number?"
"You've got to be kidding me! Since when are you that big of a chicken?!"
"Please, Bulma?" She clasped her hands together in front of her and made her infamous puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"
"Oh man. Fine, just stop looking at me like that. I don't know what's worse: you acting all love-stricken or that look!"
"Thank you!"
Bulma shut the door and walked across the veranda toward the parking lot. 'The things I do for my friends,' she mused. Mentally, she was trying to figure out a way to get the guy's number without him think she was the one that wanted it. 'This might be difficult,' she thought. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the steps and over to the small group.
"Excuse me," she interrupted as politely as possible. All three men turned toward her. "Hi," she greeted. "I'm Ms. Briefs, the manager here. I was just collecting a little information from some of the guests about their stay here for the owner," she stated, silently thanking god for having a quick mind.
June's crush smiled. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Briefs." He reached out and shook her hand. "I'm Mr. Taki, and these are my business associates, Mr. Shinhan and Mr. Roshi."
Bulma smiled and shook each one's hand. Mr. Roshi held unto her hand a little longer than was normal, causing her to look him directly in the eyes. She tried not blush. He was gorgeous. "I didn't mean to interrupt you, but I just wanted to make sure that you were getting the best service here, Mr. Taki," she said.
"We are, thank you. We just had the best lunch ever," he told her. "You're chef is great."
"I'll be sure to tell Chichi that later. I'm sure she'll be extremely pleased to hear it." She glanced around the group again, meeting the eyes of Mr. Roshi once again. "Well, I won't take up anymore of your time. It was nice to meet you all, and if you get a chance, sign into our guestbook. We send out quarterly newsletters with listings on local events if you're interested."
"Sounds like a good idea. Thank you."
Bulma smiled. "Of course, enjoy the rest of your day here."
They parted ways, and Bulma smiled to herself. She knew at least one of them would sign the book at. She walked toward her car and pulled out her keys. She had to hurry up and get to the post office before it closed.
"Excuse me!"
Startled, Bulma dropped her keys on the ground. "Oh, crap," she muttered.
"Here, let me get those."
She glanced down. "Oh, thanks."
Mr. Roshi stood up, handing her her keys. "Don't mention it." He looked back toward the Inn. "What time do you get off work?"
Bulma nearly dropped her keys again. "Huh?!"
He smiled back at her. "I was wondering what time you got off work, Ms. Briefs."
She laughed slightly and blushed. "Oh, um call me Bulma."
"Okay then, Bulma. So?"
"Oh, yeah. I get off at 7."
"And will you be hungry at 7, because I'd really like to take you to dinner," he asked.
Suddenly, her normal flirty, confident nature came back to her, and she shrugged. "I usually get hungry around that time."
"Shall I pick you up here?" He asked with a slight grin.
"Hmm," Bulma tapped her pointer finger against her chin. "I don't know. After all, you're a stranger. I think maybe I should meet you at this mystery place where we'll be eating dinner."
"Me, a stranger? But you know my name," he stated.
"True, Mr. Roshi."
"Yamcha," he said.
"Yamcha Roshi," she repeated his whole name. "I like that." She unlocked her door and slipped into the driver's seat. "I guess I'll have to meet you here at 7."
"Perfect."
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uh oh!!! Yamcha's here, and I know. There was no Vegeta at all in that chapter, but I promise he'll be in the next one! So, next chapter... Trunks' first day at Worthington, details from Bulma's date, and Vegeta gets together with his brothers for the afternoon!
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