A/n Hey everybody! I can't believe we've come this far! From now on, I'll be skipping around a bit and I really, really hope that you'll understand when I zoom ahead and stuff. Don't worry, I'll warn you. I also can't believe we're past the halfway point of this story and I have tons of fans!

BTW, this story contains a couple lines from the song " Closing time" except I don't remember who sang it.

My 15th b-day was Wednesday, the 20th. I'm gonna do the 15-year-old dance now. ( Dances)

Disclaimer: Chelsea: ( still in the cardboard box) LAWYERS! SO MANY LAWYERS! NOOOO!

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Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Chapter 17

Decisions Must Be Made

Zach McMason was a peculiar man. Bulma would make dates with him and when she went to the club or restaurant, he wouldn't be there. However, he would leave a note with the host or the bartender.

" I'm so sorry Bulma. Blah, blah, and lots more blah." Bulma muttered and ordered a drink. Right then, a short man and an attractive blonde-haired woman came up to the bar.

" This is a horrible place for a date." The blonde muttered.

" Hey Bulma!" Krillin grinned. " I didn't know you'd be here. Where's Vegeta?"

Bulma turned to the short man and the girl. " I'm not with Vegeta anymore."

" Vegeta? The pompous fighter who was with you?" The woman questioned Krillin.

" Yeah, you whipped his butt pretty good Eighteen." Krillin gave a look of adoration to his date.

" Eighteen? The android?" Bulma blurted out in surprise, " Wow. I pictured you to be burly and ugly. You would have to be if you beat my Vegeta. No offense."

" Your Vegeta?" Krillin asked, " I thought you weren't with him?"

Bulma's eyes widened, " My Vegeta? I meant……umm." She shook her head, " Screw it, I'm getting drunk."

" Bulma's my friend and Vegeta's girlfriend. They have a kid." Krillin laid a hand on Eighteen's arm.

" He's not my boyfriend! I don't like him anymore!"

" It's okay if you like him. He's part of the team now ever since the Cell games." Krillin ordered a drink. " What he did after Trunks died was awesome."

" What did Vegeta do?" Bulma asked, confused. " Trunks died?"

" Well Trunks got killed by Cell and when Vegeta saw this he was livid. He went crazy and attacked Cell with everything he had. It was kinda sad since he unleashed a good portion of his power and Cell was barely hurt." Krillin shrugged, " The whole team was pretty shocked. I almost feel sorry for thinking Vegeta was all along this scary, horrible guy."

" Almost?" Bulma wondered aloud. " I definitely feel sorry for having him stay with me again. It's horrible!"

" Why would it? He's not completely hideous." Android Eighteen poked at her drink, " I hate ice." She mumbled.

" Hanging out with your ex 24/7 really, really sucks. It just rehashes how much you loved, I mean liked, the person. I don't love him." At least that was what she told herself. Bulma looked into her drink. She wasn't completely sure what she felt for him anymore.

" You know Bulma, if you keep saying you don't like him, we're gonna start thinking you do." Krillin chided.

" Oh, go get bit by a weasel." Bulma muttered and ordered another drink.

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" Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer!" a strange voice drifted into Mrs. Briefs' room.

" Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here."

Mrs. Briefs got out of her bed and opened the balcony doors. Out on the lawn stood Zach McMason with a guitar, singing his lungs out.

" I know who might wanna take you home, something, something………" Zach smiled. " Bulma I'm so sorry for skipping out on those dates!"

" Sorry Hun, I'm not Bulma and I'm married." Mrs. Briefs frowned at the man; " You suck! Do yourself a favor; get singing lessons and get some plastic surgery. You are really ugly." She leaned over the railing and squinted. " Also, try not wearing your wedding band when you go to serenade my daughter."

Mrs. Briefs turned and walked into the house, leaving Zach alone with his jaw dropped.

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" I'm sorry Bulma, we just don't clich." Bulma read the letter Zach had delivered her that morning. This was good since she had barely any interest in him.

" Clich?" Vegeta asked. They both sat at the table drinking coffee.

" I think he meant click. Wow, my mom isn't completely insane after all." Bulma crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the garbage. " I don't get it. Why do I always get bored with guys I date?"

" You need to just find one thing and stick to it before you lose interest again."

" I guess I should." Bulma looked at Vegeta. Someday you should too; she thought as she drank more coffee.

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" You and mom should get married." Trunks looked at Vegeta. " I'm serious."

" You know a lot for being 6." Vegeta was still astonished at how smart his son was becoming.

" I read." Trunks and Vegeta sat on the floor in the Gravity Room that Bulma had built inside the house. " You and mom love each other. People who love each other get married."

" Not always." Vegeta shrugged. He still had feelings for the woman, very strong feelings. However, Bulma wouldn't give him a chance at all. She had quit dating and was focusing on being a good mother, at which she excelled brilliantly. The more Vegeta saw her though, the more he yearned to be with her again. Was getting married the only way to have her again? This had been on his mind for a very long time. The kid wouldn't stop pestering him about it either.

" We should get an ring, then you can think about it. I think you'll agree that getting married would be a good idea." Trunks stated and nodded.

" Fine." Why not? Vegeta mused, if he didn't want to get married he could hide it and it would shut the kid up.

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" Oh, something green. Green is Bulma's favorite color!" Mrs. Briefs beamed at an emerald on a silver ring.

" Why the hell did I bring you along?" Vegeta grumbled to himself as they looked at the engagement rings.

" Cuz you love me!" Bulma's mother threw her arms around Vegeta and grinned.

" Stop touching me." Vegeta barked and Mrs. Briefs let go.

Trunks pointed to a ring, " That one."

Vegeta turned and looked, " No, too gaudy." Vegeta scanned under the glass and pointed to a ring. " That one."

The jeweler got the right size and bagged it before the others could see it. Vegeta took the bag and shoved it in his jacket pocket. Once they left the store Vegeta turned to Trunks and Mrs. Briefs.

" Don't say a word. You tell Bulma about the ring and I'll cut out your tongue, chop it up into little bits, and feed it to the old man's cat. Understand?"

They both nodded and gulped.

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Every day after that Vegeta changed the ring's hiding spot. Bulma wondered why Vegeta kept wondering around to different spots of the house every day. She decided it must be because he was bored or something. One day she decided to follow him but lost him up on the fourth floor. She was about the head downstairs when she ran right into Vegeta.

" Hi." Bulma tried to smile. She hadn't talked to him in so long.

" Hello." Vegeta looked as if he was going to reach for her but he didn't and he walked downstairs.

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Goten and Trunks were playing in the backyard and Bulma was busy making them sandwiches. Vegeta had left to do some solitary training, or that was what Bulma thought. He didn't tell her why or where he went.

" Married?" Goten asked and threw a punch out, Trunks blocked it easily.

" I hope they get married soon. They're not happy apart." Trunks kneed Goten in the stomach and he doubled over.

" That hurts!"

" Don't be a wimp Goten. It's not my fault your mom is a lousy trainer. My dad's the best!" Trunks sat down while his friend recovered. " He's taught me so much! That's why I became a super saiyan so fast!"

" No you're not!" Goten shook his head, " You're not strong enough."

" Wanna bet?"

Bulma walked outside with a tray piled high with sandwiches. She stopped when she saw Trunks with blonde hair. The tray dropped.

Her son turned, " Hi mom! Look what I can do!"

" When did you become a super saiyan?" she stuttered out in disbelief.

" Last month." Trunks' hair fell back down, the lavender color in his hair came back and his eyes changed backed to their normal color.

" Why didn't your father tell me?" Bulma took a seat on a deck chair, still shocked.

" I didn't show him yet. I was waiting until he proposed." Instantly Trunks clamped a hand on his mouth.

" What!" Bulma screeched. Trunks opened his mouth to talk and Bulma held up a hand. " Trunks! Don't say anything."

" Okay."

Goten bent over and picked up a sandwich. " Mmm……ham."

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Bulma and Trunks sat at the kitchen table drinking tea hours later. Goten had gone home complaining that he had a stomachache.

" Now Trunks, I know you want your father and I to get married but that's something that's just not going to happen. Your father and I live very separate and different lives." Bulma sipped tea and tried to not hurt her son's feelings.

" But that's not it! He wants to get married!"

" I don't think he does." It broke Bulma's heart to say it aloud.

" Well, okay when he bought the ring he said he would think about it but he said that about training me and he ended up doing it and he said the same thing when we were eating cereal, he said " I'll think about eating the cocoa puffs" and then he ate them!" Trunks let out a breath.

Bulma couldn't process anything that Trunks was saying. She was still caught up on the word ring.

" He bought me a ring!" Bulma jumped out of her seat and did a little victory dance.

" You're a bad dancer." Trunks smiled at his mom.

" I don't care!" Finally sanity and reason kicked in and she sat back down. " What does it look like?"

" I don't know. Dad snatched it away and hid it."

Bulma smirked, " Trunks, do you want to go on a scavenger hunt?"

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A/n Bulma's finally starting to become happy again after being so depressed. Let's see what's next in OZRAB. ( Flips through pages) Hmmm…….. interesting….. Did anyone else notice that 18 doesn't like ice? I wonder why.

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Alex