Ch. 1 Phone Call

"Momma!"

Bulma shot up from where she had been sleeping. She looked around the room. No one was there, but she did have a large crick in her neck.

"Sleeping on one's desk isn't the best way to get some sleep," Bulma growled. She stood up and stretched hoping to get all the kinks out. She reached for her clock on the desk and cursed at the time. "3:00! Ugh!"

She swiftly kicked the desk in rage quickly regretting it. Holding her sore toe she bounced across the floor hoping to reach the bed. Sadly she was out of luck, tripped over her book bag, and hit the floor with a THUD!

"It's gonna be one of those mornings!"

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"Honey, you look like you didn't get any sleep!" cried Bulma's mom. She rushed to her daughter and looked her over. "To much studying is bad for the eyes, dear, and look, now you're going to have bags under your eyes!"

Bulma looked up in horror and raced to the hallway mirror. She gazed at her reflection. In front of her stood a petite blue-haired girl. She was naturally fair skinned, but didn't have a single freckle. She had long wavy hair that, crazily enough, was naturally an aqua blue color. She had wide blue eyes inherited from her blonde mother. She was slim, but had curves in all the right places. Most would say she was real beauty, and that's what her boyfriend thought (and that's what really counts!)

Bulma turned and frowned at her mother, "I don't have bags under my eyes!" "That's nice dear!"

Bulma smiled and shook her head. Obviously her brains were not inherited from her ditsy mother. No, she had the mind of a technical genius like her father the famous Dr. Briefs, though no one had quite learned his first name…

"Mom, did you hear anything strange last night?" Bulma questioned. Maybe she wasn't just imagining things.

"Well, I did hear the weirdest sound from your father last night when we were in bed!" Mrs. Briefs giggled at the thought. "I had just touched him-"

"MOTHER! I so don't need to hear what you and Dad do at night! Gosh! Are you trying to torment me?" yelled Bulma. She freaked at the thought of her parent's "nightly activities".

"Why, do you ask, dear?"

"Well, I had this paper I had to write for English… bleh! And I fell asleep at my desk when about 3 this morning I heard someone cry out. It was really weird. I was just wondering if you heard it as well…" she answered. Mrs. Briefs nodded then turned back to her cooking.

"Did you know that Linda is having a new baby? She's going to name it Carlene! Isn't that a pretty name? I was just telling her mother how wonderful it was that she's finally settling down…" Mrs. Briefs rambled.

'How quickly she can jump from one subject to the other,' Bulma noted. "Mom, she's not even married and she's younger than me."

"Well now! If you would just find a nice young man like that I wouldn't need to worry about you! Oh my poor baby!" with that Mrs. Briefs burst into tears. Bulma huffed at her mother's outburst.

"Later, Mom! I've gotta go I promised Launch I'd meet her before school," Bulma called. She raced out the door, stopping long enough to grab her purse and bag.

'Hopefully I'll make it on time and she won't freak on me!' gasped Bulma as she ran to the bus stop. Launch had a temper that rivaled Bulma herself, and didn't like to be kept waiting.

Finally she reached the bus stop out of breath and ready to keel over. Slowly she fell into the bench and looked around for her impatient friend. Suddenly the bench shook and she looked over to see a blonde haired, green-eyed girl sitting next to her.

"Nice outfit."

"I'm going to kill my brother!" the girl growled. Bulma glanced over at her; she did look like she was going to kill someone.

"Calm down, Launch. What he do this time?" she asked. Launch turned sharply at her.

Glaring daggers she snapped, "Oh, it's not what he did this time. It's what he's always doing! I brought home my Spanish test to get signed because I'd failed it. My parents didn't care at first, but then he came home with a failed math test. They completely freaked out! For some odd reason they saw it as MY fault! I didn't tell him to fail the damn test! The started screaming some bullshit about how I wasn't setting a positive example for the little creep! He'd fail and be a brat even if I wasn't there! But do they see it my way? No0oooo0o! No, I get grounded because 'I was disrespecting' them! Life sucks ass!"

"Whoah, wait… you're grounded? Does that mean you can't come to Dalancy's party?" Bulma cried.

Launch looked at her sadly and sighed, "I guess… and I was s0oo0o looking forward to it too…"

"No way! You can't miss it! We'll find someway to go!" promised Bulma. She grabbed her stuff and pulled the depressed Launch to the waiting bus.

"Yeah, yeah…I hope."

"No, I mean come-on! All you have to do is sneak out!"

"Yeah, and get caught. My parents are going to watch me like a hawk because of last time," reminded Launch. Bulma rolled at her pessimistic friend.

"I'll find a way. I'm a genius, I'll get you at that party!" Bulma declared loudly. All eyes turned the two teenagers. Bulma blushed red to her roots and stared out the window until they reached the school.

"By the way I like your outfit… New?" Launch commented. Bulma looked down at her clothes. She had decided to wear her new pair of jean corduroys and new red and black halter-top. She had thrown a red jacket over it because of dress code and slipped on red converse.

"This old thing?" they both laughed and slowly walked to the building stopping occasionally to talk to other students.

Going to their lockers Bulma's boyfriend met up with them.

"Babe, how ya doing?" he quickly wrapped her in a hug. She pecked him on the lips and reached for her books.

"Sup, Yamcha," Bulma giggled. Launch rolled her eyes at the couple. They were constantly flirting or PDA. They had been going out for a year and didn't look like they were going to break up any time soon. Secretly Launch couldn't see what Bulma saw in him. He was crude, loud, obnoxious, flirted with other girls when Bulma wasn't looking, and there were rumors that he was cheating on Bulma. Poor Bulma was completely oblivious to them, thanks to Yamcha, and Launch didn't have the heart to tell her boyfriend was a lying scumbag. On second thought…

"Listen, babe, I won't be able to make it to our date… I have… umm… another engagement I have to go to," he stammered. He gave her puppy dog eyes and hoped she didn't see through his thin exterior.

"Oh, but, Yamcha, I was really looking forward to it," Bulma complained.

"I know, so was I, babe! But I can't get out of it…" he pleaded. Bulma sighed sadly and nodded. He beamed at her and caught her in a passionate kiss. He smiled back at her and raced down the hall calling someone's name. Bulma closed her eyes and turned back to her locker.

"I don't see why you keep him around. He's pathetic. You could do so much better," Launch declared. "I don't want to mention all the rumors that are going around about him. They say he's Maria's baby's daddy."

Bulma glared angrily at her friend, "Well, that's all they are! Rumors! Please tell me you don't believe everything you hear!"

"Well, B, what if it's true? I mean he does stand you up a lot, doesn't call you, forgets things about you, calls you by other people's names…"

"Stop it! He's faithful! I love him and he loves me! Now I have to get to homeroom before I'm late!" Bulma marched off leaving a shocked friend.

Bulma was so angry! How dare Launch think that Yamcha was cheating on her! She loved him… didn't she? Recently she wasn't so sure. She used to get butterflies in her stomach every time she saw him. She used to get a heady feeling when he kissed her. Now she just felt hollow, empty. At night instead of dreaming about him she dreamed about an unknown man. He was everything Yamcha wasn't and more! She vaguely remembered him from her dreams. She wondered constantly if she would ever meet this dream man. Oh how she wished he were real! Now that's a man, she smirked.

She turned towards her homeroom door and sat down next to Launch in the back. She smiled an apologetic smile at her friend and flung her purse down next to her.

"Only one more month of this hellhole," Bulma whispered. Launch snorted and listened to the announcements. Bulma pulled her headphones out of her purse and turned on her music, loud. Ideally she doodled on a spare sheet of paper. Finally after 30 min of boredom the bell rang signifying the end of homeroom.

"That's good. Who's it of?" Launch asked pointing at Bulma's drawing. Bulma looked down at it. It was her dream guy!

"Umm, I don't know…" Bulma wondered.

"Well, if he's free let me have him he's hot!" Launch laughed. Bulma stared down at him he looked identical to her dream guy. He had dark spiky hair that stuck up like a flame and a large widows peak. His face looked like it was carved out of stone. He had deep, dark eyes that looked so cold. Bulma stuffed it in her purse and jogged to catch up with Launch.

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"Are we there yet?" growled a deep voice.

"No, not yet. Patience is a virtue you know…" came a serene voice. The deep voice growled again.

"I don't see why I have to come. I'm just losing valuable training time. If you need me I'll be training," the voice disappeared with an echo.

"Patience, Prince, patience. We shall need you in the upcoming battle."

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"Hey, Launch, have you seen…" Bulma stopped in her tracks. Yamcha was making out with a girl Bulma hated named Marya. Launch cleared her voice getting the couple's attention. Marya looked up and smiled lazily.

"Yes?"

Yamcha paled at the look Bulma gave him. He knew he was done for. He hoped he get her to believe me.

"Babe, see I was –"he started.

Bulma saw red. She knew he was talking at her, but all she saw was how he responded to Marya's ministration to his mouth. How could he? What did she do wrong?

"Yamcha, h-how…I thought…"

"Well, you thought wrong, honey," Marya smirked. She wrapped an arm around Yamcha's shoulders and pecked him on the cheek. "I guess he got tired of such bitch. Luckily he found a real woman."

Bulma stared at Yamcha opening and closing her mouth as if she was trying to find a breath. Her mind was reeling from the shock of what she had seen. Suddenly she went ridged.

"Well, then this is good-bye, Yamcha. I guess I'll leave now. I have an… umm… bye," Bulma stuttered and quickly walked away from the dumbfounded ex-boyfriend. He hadn't thought she'd really break up with him. Now he regretted what had happened. Not necessarily making out with Marya. She was great. No, he missed Bulma.

"Bulma wait up!"

Bulma walked quickly away from the school. She didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than back there. She didn't know what happened to Launch, but she wasn't stopping to find out. She slowly went from sad to furious. How dare he! She was the best-looking girl anywhere! He was defiantly missing out on a lot! Well fine with her! She didn't need him! He was just a load of crap! The dickweed! When she finally slowed down she was about five blocks away and thinking clearly. He was probably looking for her right now to make it up. Ha! Like she would! She breathed a sigh and oddly felt lighter, calmer, more at ease, like she had gotten a load off her chest.

She turned around to go and look for Launch when she felt her phone vibrate.

"That's probably her now, screaming at me for leaving her there," she laughed and reached for her phone.

"Hello?"

"Meet at the school parking lot at 6 0'clock tomorrow morning," answered an unfamiliar voice.

"What? Wait! Who is this?"

"It doesn't matter. Meet me and I'll explain everything."

With that the phone clicked off. Bulma stared at her phone for a long time.

"What the fuck?"

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