Last time:
"Oh stop." She slung her arm around his shoulder, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. "You love me and you know it."
"Yeah," he said. "But you sure as hell don't make it easy."
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No one spoke for fear of saying the wrong thing. They'd been sitting this way for ten minutes now, and everyone's patience was growing thin.
Jun tapped her pen on the desk, her shoulder cradling the phone. She'd been on it, and not saying a word, ever since they walked in. They were beginning to wonder if she even had a call, or was just stalling for time.
"Great," Jun finally said, and hung up the phone.
"What was that all about?" Vegeta asked rudely, sitting apart from the others.
"I made a deal with one of the magazines that printed the story about Bulma. I'll give them the whole scoop if they only print stories I approve of from now on."
"And how does Bulma feel about this?" 17 asked. "Did you even talk to her?"
"Of course I did," Jun scoffed, offended. "I had her come in yesterday and sign a contract, just like I'm having the magazine sign one. Everyone is safe. Everyone is happy."
"Everyone?" Vegeta said under his breath.
"What? Did you not get what you wanted?" Goku snapped, startling everyone except for Vegeta. "Wasn't conning Bulma your goal? And you got that. Be satisfied and shut the hell up."
"I don't believe anyone asked you to open your big mouth, Kakarot. What I do on my time is MY business. I don't need you poking your nose around. I get enough of that from my three mothers, I do NOT need it from you."
"Excuse me?" Jun and 18 hissed at the same time.
"We do not act like your mother," 18 said, wanting to slap him. "Just because you're mad that we didn't tell you about the baby doesn't mean you have to lash out at us at every turn. It's your own fault that these things are happening to you, not ours. If you opened your eyes for two seconds you might see that."
"Would you settle down?" Jun sighed, rolling her eyes. "Just sign the damn contract and get the hell out of my office. It basically says that you agree with what I'm giving the magazine, which is a slight fabrication of the truth."
"Meaning?"
"Bulma became pregnant while with Vegeta and didn't know until after they were broken up. They decided not to get back together just because of a baby and are going to be in the child's life one hundred percent. Yadda, yadda, yadda. You get the point. Nothing the public can boo us for."
They all nodded and agreed with the content of the article, then signed the paper. Vegeta was the first out the door, and 17, who had been itching to talk to him since he last saw Bulma, had to run to catch him before he was gone.
"Vegeta!" 17 called, jogging towards him, just as he reached his car. "Wait up!"
"What do you want?" Vegeta grumbled. The last thing he wanted to do was speak with someone who had kept the most important information of his life from him. It seemed that that's all those people wanted to do.
"I need to talk to you. Just for a few minutes. Give me a ride home and we'll talk on the way."
"No."
"It's important, Vegeta."
"I said—"
"It's about Bulma."
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"Kami!" Bulma sighed, her face beaming. "I cannot believe we graduate in less than two weeks. It's insane!"
"Tell me about it," Chi-Chi said. "It feels like we just started the year. Hell, it feels like we just started high school and already we're leaving."
"We're really going to have to grow up soon then," Krillin laughed, slinging his arms around Bulma and Maris's shoulders as they walked out towards the parking lot.
"Next year is going to suck," Maris groaned, hanging her head. "I just started hanging out with you guys and now you're leaving. I have to spend a whole year alone. You guys better not forget about me."
"Like we could," Chi-Chi said, sounding almost hurt. "You're like the missing part of our group we never knew we needed until you showed up at our door. Literally."
Maris turned her head to hide her reddening cheeks. "So, are you guys having a graduation party some time?"
"Of course we are," Bulma said. "Hmm…I wonder where we can have it."
"Do we ever have parties anywhere other than Capsule Corp.?" Krillin asked.
"Well, my place is the biggest. And we have a ballroom, and a giant yard, and a pool. Hell, it's like a mini-city in there. Sometimes I get lost just looking for my mom."
"When are you going to have it?" Maris asked. "Graduation day? A week later?"
"Same day. Duh. Don't you know us at all?" Bulma joked. "If we're going to have a big party, it's going to be THE party. Graduation day, and nearly the whole class is coming. With some obvious exceptions, of course."
"Of course," she laughed. "Are you going to invite Vegeta?"
The laughter suddenly stopped, and all eyes went from Maris to Bulma.
"I don't think so," she sighed, averting her eyes. "I'm inviting Omezo and that would be really weird, even if we aren't actually going out. I don't want any fights. Just a nice party. No hassle, and with Vegeta there's always hassle."
"He's going to feel pretty left out."
"Vegeta?" she scoffed. "Feel? Well, if he's learned to do that this is the first I'm hearing of it."
The group went quiet at Bulma's sudden change in tone, and didn't bring up Vegeta again.
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"She told me what you did," 17 said, just barely able to buckle his seatbelt as Vegeta tore down the road.
"What did I do?" Vegeta asked, knowing full well what he meant.
"How you went over to her house in the middle of the night and scared the shit out of her."
"So I startled her. Kami. It's not like I chased her with a knife."
"Vegeta, she said she was actually scared of you. You were freaking her out with what you were saying. And then you grabbed her and she didn't know what you would do."
"She thought I was going to hurt her?" Vegeta laughed. "Kami. That's ridiculous. I wanted her attention. She knows I would never hurt her."
"Does she?"
Vegeta only rolled his eyes.
"Vegeta, listen. I'm saying this because you're one of my best friends. I don't think you should see Bulma anymore. At least not alone. If you have to see her for baby-related reasons then see her in public or make sure someone else is with you. I don't like the idea of you two being alone."
"Why? Do you think we might end up popping out some more kids?"
"No," 17 grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. "What happened the other night can't happen again, and this should prevent it. If you're not alone, then you can't act up so much."
"Act up?"
"Yes, act up."
"What am I? Five?"
"I don't know sometimes…Stop getting me off track. All I'm trying to say is leave her alone. You can't possibly understand what she's going through right now, Vegeta. She's hurting and she's scared and she still loves you, for some reason. But she needs to get over you and move on, but if you keep trying to get her back she's not going to be able to let you go."
"Why are you so sure she needs to get over me?"
"Because, Vegeta, she told me she did. She said she can't love you and hate you at the same time. She's going crazy and your mind games are just screwing her up even more."
"And why can't we be together?"
"What reason do you want?" 17 scoffed. "The obvious would be that you betrayed her trust and broke her heart, but there's always that you're unpredictable, ruthless, manipulative, cruel…Do I need to continue?"
"I'm getting her back," Vegeta said firmly, just as he pulled into 17 and 18's driveway and killed the engine.
"Why? So you can break her some more? Just leave me alone, Vegeta! She's hurt enough as it is, and your games are just adding to her pain. She doesn't want to hurt anymore…She doesn't want you anymore."
"What makes you think I'll do the same thing again? Why can't I learn from my mistakes? I thought I was human too, 17."
"I don't get it."
"Nevermind," Vegeta sighed. "I don't even get it. She's turned me into someone else and I don't know what to think about that."
"What are you trying to say, Vegeta?" 17 asked, with the slightest hint of a smile. "Do you love her?"
"She opened my eyes," he said, avoiding the question. "I'm not going to bar hop every night looking for a lay anymore. I don't know why I thought I needed that before, but I don't. I hate the girls I leave with and I'm not going to do it anymore."
"And Bulma made you see this?"
"I'm going to be a father, you moron," Vegeta sneered. "What the hell else am I supposed to do? I don't want him like me. I hate me. Now get out of my car."
"Are you still mad at me?"
"I let you in my car, didn't I? Kami. Sometimes I don't understand how you people function."
"Good-bye Vegeta. And remember what I said. She's been hurt enough."
"Bye 17."
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"Hey," Bulma said, her shoulder cradling her cellular phone. She picked up a small blue pair of baby pajamas, looked them over, and threw them in her cart.
"What?" came Vegeta's annoyed voice at the other end. He hadn't spoken to her since that night a week ago, and couldn't figure why she'd be so cheery with him. He didn't care to find out either. Not only was he under extreme stress with the new baby developments, but just a few hours ago he found out Bulma was having an enormous graduation party…and he wasn't invited.
"I'm out shopping for baby clothes and toys. Any preferences?"
"I don't give a damn about stuff like that. Just don't put my boy in pink."
"You're more hostile than usual," she observed, stopping her movements all together. "What's going on?"
"I don't get you woman," he grunted and hung up the phone without any further explanation.
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Bulma sat nervously on the bed in the doctor's office, her feet propped up, a thin sheet of paper covering her bottom half. Vegeta stood some five feet away, his back against the wall. He appeared to be dazing, but Bulma knew better. He had a lot on his mind and he considered none of it any of her business.
She decided to ask anyway.
"What's your deal lately?"
He scoffed, but didn't answer. She figured as much.
"Look, I know you know about my party, but I don't see how that could be it. We're not friends or lovers. We're hardly acquaintances. There's no reason for you to go. It'll only cause more problems then we already have and I don't know how many more of those I can take."
"I think the majority of our problems started when you decided it was better for me to find out you were pregnant from a damn magazine."
"Really?" Bulma snapped, turning sharply towards him. "And here I was thinking that it was something you did. How could I have been mistaken?"
"You need to learn to forgive me for that, woman."
"And why is that?"
"Because, it was stupid and I regret it and if you don't our son isn't going to have quite the upbringing you hoped for."
Bulma opened her mouth to object, when the sentence re-played itself in her mind. Regret? No. She must have heard wrong.
"Come again?" she finally said after a considerable silence.
"How are we feeling today?" came a voice from behind Bulma. She jumped and came face to face with her doctor.
"I'm feeling fine, Dr. Kito," she said, recovering from the initial shock. She smoothed back her hair and forced a smile. Not that she didn't like her doctor, in fact she thought he was the best person to care for her, but she really needed to know what Vegeta had said.
"Any unusual pain or sickness?"
"I think it's unusual," she laughed. "But it's all just the same as always. More nausea than actual vomiting."
"Great." He set down his clipboard and went for the sonogram machine. "Ok, now. Am I right to assume this young man is the father?"
"Yes you are. His name is Vegeta."
"Good morning, Vegeta. I'm Dr. Kito." He would have held out his hand if he wasn't so busy setting up for the sonogram.
Vegeta only nodded then looked to Bulma.
"Ok. Everything is set up. If you'd come a little closer, Vegeta, you can see your son."
He stepped to the edge of Bulma's bed and grabbed her hand for effect. He didn't want this doctor to think he was a deadbeat, though the prospect of having a child sent the strangest sensation through his body. He couldn't decide what he wanted to feel, and therefore on the outside he was neutral.
But the moment the tiny fetus came into view, his entire demeanor changed, along with the feelings he had towards the situation.
"Vegeta?" Bulma said, noticing his sudden change. "Are you alright?"
He nodded slightly, then turned to her and captured her lips. She didn't resist.
The moment was perfect.
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Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Krillin all let out a great sigh at once, threw off their silly square hats and plopped down on the couch in Bulma's living room. Maris was already there, and had been for a good half hour. Of course she'd been at graduation, but when it ended, she didn't stick around.
"How was traffic?" Maris laughed.
"Horrid," Chi-Chi scoffed. "Everyone was swarming and asking to sign yearbooks and by the time we got to the parking lot everyone else was there too. It took twenty minutes just to get out of the damn parking lot."
"What time is everyone else getting here?"
"An hour or so," Bulma sighed, and made herself more comfortable. "Damn, this heat is making me all the more uncomfortable."
"Tell me about it," Chi-Chi laughed. "I don't want to go anywhere or do anything."
Soon enough all the guests began to arrive, filling the living room. When it seemed there wasn't anywhere to walk anymore, Bulma herded the guests outside to the four enormous tents that were set up. One for food, one for entertainment, and two for people to sit. Green Dragon, minus one member, were the last to arrive.
"Kami Bulma," Omezo laughed, looping his arm around her waist. "This is one hell of a party. I can't believe so many people are here."
"Why thank you," she said with a wide grin. "Its just what I wanted."
"Would you mind if we…go some place alone for a minute?" His tone was suddenly serious. "I really need to talk to you about something."
"Umm, sure." She smiled uneasily and led him into the house and directly to the kitchen.
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Across town Vegeta kept himself busy by sorting and examining all the items his mother had bought for the baby. There was so much there, so much to do, and only one thing on his mind.
Without a second thought, he stood, slipped on his shoes, and left his room.
"Where are you going?" his mother inquired as he passed through the kitchen.
"Bulma's," he stated simply. "And don't you dare call and warn her. This is something I need to do."
Mrs. Ouji only nodded and tried to hide her smile. There was only one reason he would go over there against Bulma's wishes and his better judgment.
"Good luck," she whispered as he disappeared out the door.
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---Chapter 11! :D Wow, that took me a lot longer than I hoped. Sorry! Don't kill me! :P But I had a lot to do and now I'm all settled at college and since I've had so much free time this weekend, I was able to finish this chapter. From now on I don't know when I'll be able to post chapters, seeing as I'm starting classes tomorrow, but hopefully I can get them out in reasonable time.
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"Oh stop." She slung her arm around his shoulder, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. "You love me and you know it."
"Yeah," he said. "But you sure as hell don't make it easy."
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No one spoke for fear of saying the wrong thing. They'd been sitting this way for ten minutes now, and everyone's patience was growing thin.
Jun tapped her pen on the desk, her shoulder cradling the phone. She'd been on it, and not saying a word, ever since they walked in. They were beginning to wonder if she even had a call, or was just stalling for time.
"Great," Jun finally said, and hung up the phone.
"What was that all about?" Vegeta asked rudely, sitting apart from the others.
"I made a deal with one of the magazines that printed the story about Bulma. I'll give them the whole scoop if they only print stories I approve of from now on."
"And how does Bulma feel about this?" 17 asked. "Did you even talk to her?"
"Of course I did," Jun scoffed, offended. "I had her come in yesterday and sign a contract, just like I'm having the magazine sign one. Everyone is safe. Everyone is happy."
"Everyone?" Vegeta said under his breath.
"What? Did you not get what you wanted?" Goku snapped, startling everyone except for Vegeta. "Wasn't conning Bulma your goal? And you got that. Be satisfied and shut the hell up."
"I don't believe anyone asked you to open your big mouth, Kakarot. What I do on my time is MY business. I don't need you poking your nose around. I get enough of that from my three mothers, I do NOT need it from you."
"Excuse me?" Jun and 18 hissed at the same time.
"We do not act like your mother," 18 said, wanting to slap him. "Just because you're mad that we didn't tell you about the baby doesn't mean you have to lash out at us at every turn. It's your own fault that these things are happening to you, not ours. If you opened your eyes for two seconds you might see that."
"Would you settle down?" Jun sighed, rolling her eyes. "Just sign the damn contract and get the hell out of my office. It basically says that you agree with what I'm giving the magazine, which is a slight fabrication of the truth."
"Meaning?"
"Bulma became pregnant while with Vegeta and didn't know until after they were broken up. They decided not to get back together just because of a baby and are going to be in the child's life one hundred percent. Yadda, yadda, yadda. You get the point. Nothing the public can boo us for."
They all nodded and agreed with the content of the article, then signed the paper. Vegeta was the first out the door, and 17, who had been itching to talk to him since he last saw Bulma, had to run to catch him before he was gone.
"Vegeta!" 17 called, jogging towards him, just as he reached his car. "Wait up!"
"What do you want?" Vegeta grumbled. The last thing he wanted to do was speak with someone who had kept the most important information of his life from him. It seemed that that's all those people wanted to do.
"I need to talk to you. Just for a few minutes. Give me a ride home and we'll talk on the way."
"No."
"It's important, Vegeta."
"I said—"
"It's about Bulma."
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"Kami!" Bulma sighed, her face beaming. "I cannot believe we graduate in less than two weeks. It's insane!"
"Tell me about it," Chi-Chi said. "It feels like we just started the year. Hell, it feels like we just started high school and already we're leaving."
"We're really going to have to grow up soon then," Krillin laughed, slinging his arms around Bulma and Maris's shoulders as they walked out towards the parking lot.
"Next year is going to suck," Maris groaned, hanging her head. "I just started hanging out with you guys and now you're leaving. I have to spend a whole year alone. You guys better not forget about me."
"Like we could," Chi-Chi said, sounding almost hurt. "You're like the missing part of our group we never knew we needed until you showed up at our door. Literally."
Maris turned her head to hide her reddening cheeks. "So, are you guys having a graduation party some time?"
"Of course we are," Bulma said. "Hmm…I wonder where we can have it."
"Do we ever have parties anywhere other than Capsule Corp.?" Krillin asked.
"Well, my place is the biggest. And we have a ballroom, and a giant yard, and a pool. Hell, it's like a mini-city in there. Sometimes I get lost just looking for my mom."
"When are you going to have it?" Maris asked. "Graduation day? A week later?"
"Same day. Duh. Don't you know us at all?" Bulma joked. "If we're going to have a big party, it's going to be THE party. Graduation day, and nearly the whole class is coming. With some obvious exceptions, of course."
"Of course," she laughed. "Are you going to invite Vegeta?"
The laughter suddenly stopped, and all eyes went from Maris to Bulma.
"I don't think so," she sighed, averting her eyes. "I'm inviting Omezo and that would be really weird, even if we aren't actually going out. I don't want any fights. Just a nice party. No hassle, and with Vegeta there's always hassle."
"He's going to feel pretty left out."
"Vegeta?" she scoffed. "Feel? Well, if he's learned to do that this is the first I'm hearing of it."
The group went quiet at Bulma's sudden change in tone, and didn't bring up Vegeta again.
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"She told me what you did," 17 said, just barely able to buckle his seatbelt as Vegeta tore down the road.
"What did I do?" Vegeta asked, knowing full well what he meant.
"How you went over to her house in the middle of the night and scared the shit out of her."
"So I startled her. Kami. It's not like I chased her with a knife."
"Vegeta, she said she was actually scared of you. You were freaking her out with what you were saying. And then you grabbed her and she didn't know what you would do."
"She thought I was going to hurt her?" Vegeta laughed. "Kami. That's ridiculous. I wanted her attention. She knows I would never hurt her."
"Does she?"
Vegeta only rolled his eyes.
"Vegeta, listen. I'm saying this because you're one of my best friends. I don't think you should see Bulma anymore. At least not alone. If you have to see her for baby-related reasons then see her in public or make sure someone else is with you. I don't like the idea of you two being alone."
"Why? Do you think we might end up popping out some more kids?"
"No," 17 grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. "What happened the other night can't happen again, and this should prevent it. If you're not alone, then you can't act up so much."
"Act up?"
"Yes, act up."
"What am I? Five?"
"I don't know sometimes…Stop getting me off track. All I'm trying to say is leave her alone. You can't possibly understand what she's going through right now, Vegeta. She's hurting and she's scared and she still loves you, for some reason. But she needs to get over you and move on, but if you keep trying to get her back she's not going to be able to let you go."
"Why are you so sure she needs to get over me?"
"Because, Vegeta, she told me she did. She said she can't love you and hate you at the same time. She's going crazy and your mind games are just screwing her up even more."
"And why can't we be together?"
"What reason do you want?" 17 scoffed. "The obvious would be that you betrayed her trust and broke her heart, but there's always that you're unpredictable, ruthless, manipulative, cruel…Do I need to continue?"
"I'm getting her back," Vegeta said firmly, just as he pulled into 17 and 18's driveway and killed the engine.
"Why? So you can break her some more? Just leave me alone, Vegeta! She's hurt enough as it is, and your games are just adding to her pain. She doesn't want to hurt anymore…She doesn't want you anymore."
"What makes you think I'll do the same thing again? Why can't I learn from my mistakes? I thought I was human too, 17."
"I don't get it."
"Nevermind," Vegeta sighed. "I don't even get it. She's turned me into someone else and I don't know what to think about that."
"What are you trying to say, Vegeta?" 17 asked, with the slightest hint of a smile. "Do you love her?"
"She opened my eyes," he said, avoiding the question. "I'm not going to bar hop every night looking for a lay anymore. I don't know why I thought I needed that before, but I don't. I hate the girls I leave with and I'm not going to do it anymore."
"And Bulma made you see this?"
"I'm going to be a father, you moron," Vegeta sneered. "What the hell else am I supposed to do? I don't want him like me. I hate me. Now get out of my car."
"Are you still mad at me?"
"I let you in my car, didn't I? Kami. Sometimes I don't understand how you people function."
"Good-bye Vegeta. And remember what I said. She's been hurt enough."
"Bye 17."
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"Hey," Bulma said, her shoulder cradling her cellular phone. She picked up a small blue pair of baby pajamas, looked them over, and threw them in her cart.
"What?" came Vegeta's annoyed voice at the other end. He hadn't spoken to her since that night a week ago, and couldn't figure why she'd be so cheery with him. He didn't care to find out either. Not only was he under extreme stress with the new baby developments, but just a few hours ago he found out Bulma was having an enormous graduation party…and he wasn't invited.
"I'm out shopping for baby clothes and toys. Any preferences?"
"I don't give a damn about stuff like that. Just don't put my boy in pink."
"You're more hostile than usual," she observed, stopping her movements all together. "What's going on?"
"I don't get you woman," he grunted and hung up the phone without any further explanation.
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Bulma sat nervously on the bed in the doctor's office, her feet propped up, a thin sheet of paper covering her bottom half. Vegeta stood some five feet away, his back against the wall. He appeared to be dazing, but Bulma knew better. He had a lot on his mind and he considered none of it any of her business.
She decided to ask anyway.
"What's your deal lately?"
He scoffed, but didn't answer. She figured as much.
"Look, I know you know about my party, but I don't see how that could be it. We're not friends or lovers. We're hardly acquaintances. There's no reason for you to go. It'll only cause more problems then we already have and I don't know how many more of those I can take."
"I think the majority of our problems started when you decided it was better for me to find out you were pregnant from a damn magazine."
"Really?" Bulma snapped, turning sharply towards him. "And here I was thinking that it was something you did. How could I have been mistaken?"
"You need to learn to forgive me for that, woman."
"And why is that?"
"Because, it was stupid and I regret it and if you don't our son isn't going to have quite the upbringing you hoped for."
Bulma opened her mouth to object, when the sentence re-played itself in her mind. Regret? No. She must have heard wrong.
"Come again?" she finally said after a considerable silence.
"How are we feeling today?" came a voice from behind Bulma. She jumped and came face to face with her doctor.
"I'm feeling fine, Dr. Kito," she said, recovering from the initial shock. She smoothed back her hair and forced a smile. Not that she didn't like her doctor, in fact she thought he was the best person to care for her, but she really needed to know what Vegeta had said.
"Any unusual pain or sickness?"
"I think it's unusual," she laughed. "But it's all just the same as always. More nausea than actual vomiting."
"Great." He set down his clipboard and went for the sonogram machine. "Ok, now. Am I right to assume this young man is the father?"
"Yes you are. His name is Vegeta."
"Good morning, Vegeta. I'm Dr. Kito." He would have held out his hand if he wasn't so busy setting up for the sonogram.
Vegeta only nodded then looked to Bulma.
"Ok. Everything is set up. If you'd come a little closer, Vegeta, you can see your son."
He stepped to the edge of Bulma's bed and grabbed her hand for effect. He didn't want this doctor to think he was a deadbeat, though the prospect of having a child sent the strangest sensation through his body. He couldn't decide what he wanted to feel, and therefore on the outside he was neutral.
But the moment the tiny fetus came into view, his entire demeanor changed, along with the feelings he had towards the situation.
"Vegeta?" Bulma said, noticing his sudden change. "Are you alright?"
He nodded slightly, then turned to her and captured her lips. She didn't resist.
The moment was perfect.
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Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Krillin all let out a great sigh at once, threw off their silly square hats and plopped down on the couch in Bulma's living room. Maris was already there, and had been for a good half hour. Of course she'd been at graduation, but when it ended, she didn't stick around.
"How was traffic?" Maris laughed.
"Horrid," Chi-Chi scoffed. "Everyone was swarming and asking to sign yearbooks and by the time we got to the parking lot everyone else was there too. It took twenty minutes just to get out of the damn parking lot."
"What time is everyone else getting here?"
"An hour or so," Bulma sighed, and made herself more comfortable. "Damn, this heat is making me all the more uncomfortable."
"Tell me about it," Chi-Chi laughed. "I don't want to go anywhere or do anything."
Soon enough all the guests began to arrive, filling the living room. When it seemed there wasn't anywhere to walk anymore, Bulma herded the guests outside to the four enormous tents that were set up. One for food, one for entertainment, and two for people to sit. Green Dragon, minus one member, were the last to arrive.
"Kami Bulma," Omezo laughed, looping his arm around her waist. "This is one hell of a party. I can't believe so many people are here."
"Why thank you," she said with a wide grin. "Its just what I wanted."
"Would you mind if we…go some place alone for a minute?" His tone was suddenly serious. "I really need to talk to you about something."
"Umm, sure." She smiled uneasily and led him into the house and directly to the kitchen.
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Across town Vegeta kept himself busy by sorting and examining all the items his mother had bought for the baby. There was so much there, so much to do, and only one thing on his mind.
Without a second thought, he stood, slipped on his shoes, and left his room.
"Where are you going?" his mother inquired as he passed through the kitchen.
"Bulma's," he stated simply. "And don't you dare call and warn her. This is something I need to do."
Mrs. Ouji only nodded and tried to hide her smile. There was only one reason he would go over there against Bulma's wishes and his better judgment.
"Good luck," she whispered as he disappeared out the door.
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---Chapter 11! :D Wow, that took me a lot longer than I hoped. Sorry! Don't kill me! :P But I had a lot to do and now I'm all settled at college and since I've had so much free time this weekend, I was able to finish this chapter. From now on I don't know when I'll be able to post chapters, seeing as I'm starting classes tomorrow, but hopefully I can get them out in reasonable time.
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Note: I know I jumped ahead a lot, but if I didn't I'd have two chapters that just dragged on. Plus, I really wanted to get everything set up for the next chapter, which I've been planning for a while :)