A/N: Next chapter! Whoo for better updating skills! Newayz, hope you guys enjoy, and I shall chatter on no more!

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She sighed contently and grinned inside at the small victory. The rest of the class went by without a hitch. At the end she waked with Yamcha through the halls to the cafeteria. She was pleased when he told her all of their other friends miraculously had second lunch as well.

She walked in with him and she instantly saw their friends at a table across the room. She grabbed his hand and led him in their direction. Her stomach flipped as she did so. She had had the biggest crush on Yamcha for awhile now, and he hadn't the slightest idea. It was a disappointing thought, but she wasn't exactly sure if she ever wanted to actually date him anyway. He had a bit a reputation and she wanted to keep hers intact. She wasn't a big dater. It wasn't that she didn't like dating, but the only guys who ever asked her out were the ones that she felt more comfortable staying friends with, so she turned them down. She hadn't found the right person yet was all, and she doubted she would find him in high school…

A loud, "Hey!" from ChiChi was what brought her out of her ridiculously deep thoughts. She swiftly dropped Yamcha's hand and returned the greeting, taking her seat next to Chi and her boyfriend, Goku.

They chattered for a few moments before Yamcha interrupted and told the group, "Oh, by the way, I met a kid this morning and told hi her could sit with us if he didn't have another place. I'm pretty sure he was new, so let's hope I didn't make a jackass outta myself by saying that…"

"But, dear Yamcha, you'll always be a jackass to us regardless of whether or not he was new," 18 said very calmly. Bulma couldn't help but giggle a little at that, as did everyone else.

"Yes, well, I figured I'd just tell you…" he replied.

"What's he look like?" Chi asked excitedly.

"All I remember is his funky hair," Yamcha told her, "Really dark brown or black colored…"

"That doesn't seem so strange to me," Krillin replied, but at the words 'funky hair' Bulma felt a twinge go through her.

"Not that! It was all spiked up!" he responded to Krillin, "And it was kinda long, so I dunno how he gets it to stay there-"

Bulma interrupted, hoping beyond hope he was talking about someone else, "Did it almost go into a widow's peak?"

"Yeah, I guess, if you mean it was kinda pointy up top."

"Yeah, well I know exactly who who're talking about, he's my new neighbor, and in my English class too…" she told him, "Really quiet, and likes to stare… Doesn't seem like the nicest pers-"

"It SEEMS like that, because I'm NOT the nicest person, but thanks for noticing," came a gruff voice from behind her.

Even though she had never heard the voice she knew exactly who it was. A bit strange when you thought about it, but it wasn't that she knew it was him just because of the previous conversation, it was that tingling feeling that traveled up her spine. It was a strange feeling she had never experienced before, but she still felt like she KNEW him, like there was some familiarity between them. She couldn't put her finger on it though and it was killing her!

She whipped around without another thought, "Any time, I'm good like that."

He let out a rough sigh and sat down across from her at the last open spot.

"Now Bulma, don't be so hard on the guy, he is new after all," Yamcha said as he gave Vegeta a small punch from across the table.

Vegeta merely scowled and glared or a few moments before returning his attention to the food he had apparently picked up on the way to the table.

After that, Bulma just kind of let it go, and chattered aimlessly with her friends. As hard as she tried, however, she couldn't get him out of her thoughts. She refused to look at him, but he was still staring and it was making her insane!

She didn't know what she was going to do about this…

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Bulma sighed, frustrated to the fullest extent… She could not get this boy out of her mind, and she didn't even know him! Over the next few days she found out that she and Vegeta had Pre-Calc together after all. He just hadn't come the first day. She also had two of her last three periods with him.

GAH! How frustrating! He was still carrying on with his staring dealio, and wouldn't talk to her. Now, to boot, Yamcha was showing interest in her. After all this time, NOW his interest had sparked…

Every time Vegeta looked at her though, she couldn't help but feel that tingling feeling that started in her stomach and traveled up her spine to her chest, and it was really beginning to bug her. Still that knowing feeling as well. Like when a word or answer is caught on the tip of your tongue, and the harder you tried to think of it, the harder it was to come up with…

She couldn't deny he was an attractive boy though. She laughed inwardly at the idea. She was only a few inches taller than herself, but he made up for it with his solid build and that tall hair gave him the small advantage of making himself even taller, and those eyes- though they were almost black in color, they had a glow and shine to them that reminded her more of obsidian than anything else.

He frowned too much for his own good however. The guy would have wrinkles by the time he reached 19 if he didn't lighten up a bit. She wanted to know what he was thinking right that moment.

"What are you staring at?" he whispered maliciously across the table. Well… that answered her question. She was snapped out of her thoughts, and realized she had been staring, and that everyone else had left. Lunch was almost over and she had barely touched her food! Gah, the boy was affecting her eating habits now. She almost laughed at the thought.

"You," was all she said.

He was clearly taken aback by her reply. No blush, no real reaction from her, and she still hadn't even looked away. At first he couldn't think of what he was going to say next, but it came out, "Come over on Friday."

"What!"

Now THAT got a reaction out of her. He made a small smirk, "Don't you feel we have a lot to catch up on?"

Her eyes got wide and he smirked even more. He was really getting to her now. He could tell she still didn't remember him…

She searched his empty eyes for some clue as to what was really going on here. A sick prank? A play on her suspicions? She was so confused, but decided to go along with it. Foolish or not, she had to know if she really did know him, or she just thought she did…? Before she could reply she realized she had been lost in her thoughts once again and she was the only one left in the cafeteria. She sighed and began her speed walk to her next class- luckily without Vegeta- German.

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The woman was quite entertaining when she was confused, Vegeta thought to himself in his next class. He wondered if she would take him up on his offer… If she did it would prove to be a most entertaining night, he was quite sure of that. Well, he wasn't sure of it, he didn't even know what he would do, where to start! He supposed he would have to play it by ear, but he didn't have a very good ear when it came to people.

When it came to her….

He didn't even know anymore.

He sighed, rested his cheek against his fist, and stared at the clock until class ended, lost in his thoughts.

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What could she do? Say yes? Say no? She didn't even know this guy… well, maybe she did… he said she did! He could be lying though, but who would- who COULD- make something like that up? She was fairly sure he hadn't read her mind either. She never told anyone her thoughts, not even her best friends.

Chi and 18 were great and all. She loved the girls, and hanging out with them and the rest of the guys, and of course she could tell them trivial things, such as when she thought a boy was 'cute', or to yell about world events- even if they had no idea what she was talking about.

She had never talked to them about where she came from though, and she wasn't much of a talker outside her group of friends either (a lot of the time she wasn't even a big talker inside the group). She had blocked or forgotten most of her 'past' by now anyway, which could explain why didn't recognize Vegeta, if she really knew him. Oh Kami, back to the confusing stuff!

She growled inwardly at it all. She hated being puzzled, especially when it came to emotions. If he was serious though, she was sure that he would ask again, and she would just have to cross that bridge whenever she came to it.

Simple.

Or at least she hoped it would be.

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After the bell finally rang, Bulma began her long journey to the other building for Study Hall in the 11th and 12th grade cafeteria. She sighed, once again lost in her mind. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

She smiled and waved at a few friends who passed by her going the opposite direction. She hugged someone else a few seconds later, a guy she hadn't seen in awhile.

When she DID finally reach the café she dropped her bag down on top of an empty table and without missing a beat, she walked up to get a chocolate milk and brownie. Ah… chocolate high- her favorite kind! She paid the lunch lady and sat down, ready to dig in, just as two arms wrapped around her torso.

"Are you coming, or what?" a voice whispered hoarsely in her ear.

Her mouth curved nervously, but decided on her answer and shoved his arms away so she could turn and answer him face to face.

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A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know it's been awhile and it's definitely really short, but I wanted to get it up for you guys so you would have something to go on! Still really sorry about it, but I didn't want it to be another 6 month wait afterall. So comment if you want more- and I do so hope you comment ;) I am really determined not to drop this story…