A/N: I am so embarrassed that my chapters are so short… Sorry guys, I know that when I read stories I love nice, long chapters, but I just suck at getting long chapters and I wanted to update! So that's my explanation, and I'll try to work on it!

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On with the show!

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She whipped around, fully expecting to answer him with a stern, "No," but somehow it came out, "Yes."

Her mind was screaming at her. You know this boy for 3 days and suddenly you're going over to his HOUSE on your Friday night? Then the other part of her reasoned that he needed to start making friends with people besides Yamcha, and who knew- maybe she could get him to lighten up around her and the rest of their friends….

Fat chance, but she knew the real reason she was going. "Don't you feel we have a lot to catch up on?" He said that, and had her. Maybe she did know him? How could you know someone and not know it though? It was all so stupid.

She snapped back to reality and saw he was smirking down at her? He put a hand on the table on either side of her and whispered, "What are you thinking?"

She turned her head away and made sure to keep a calm expression on her face, and answered monotonously, "Why don't you tell me?"

A stupid response to be sure, but she couldn't think of another answer at the moment. Her fast acting, sharp mind had been reduced to a puddle of slush for the time being. She wished he would go away for awhile so she could clear her head.

God, he smelled good… PERFECT thought to cross her mind at the moment, she thought. She hated how spontaneously her mind worked. It didn't add up at all, her mind could be all spontaneous and jumpy, and yet she never was. Her mind was an amazing thing though… It could find a connection between Led Zeppelin and clouds if ever the need should arise!

His voice interrupted her train of thought yet again. "If I knew what you were thinking I wouldn't be asking now would I?" he told her sarcastically, "My guess would be that you're thinking about me though."

Jeez, but this boy was obnoxious! How smug… and yet so true! GAH! "Ha, you wish," she said without thinking.

"Damn straight," he told her.

She eyed him up and down angrily. Well, she eyed as much as she could. He was still quite close to her after all, and there was only so much she could see. Her eyebrow quirked as it traveled back up to his face. "Any particular reason you're still so close?"

"I feel like it," he answered simply.

"Would you mind moving back a bit," she asked, thoroughly annoyed.

"Yes."

She almost growled- he was pushing her buttons and he knew it. She smiled, "What are we gonna do on Friday?"

He blinked a few times, taken aback by her sudden change of moods. He had almost forgotten. He quirked his eyebrows suggestively, "What do you think we should do?"

"It's your house." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Now he was getting annoyed. She was as tricky as he remembered. Whether that was a good or bad thing was up for debate. He frowned slightly, and said, "I'll let you know."

He pulled away and stood up straight, then turned around to leave. As he was walking across to the other side of the café, she yelled, "You do that!" not caring in particular that the teacher gave her a dirty look.

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"I don't know Chi… What do you think of this Vegeta guy?" Bulma asked her friend nervously. No one knew she was going over to his house tonight, and she had no intention of letting anyone know.

"I dunno, he's kinda quiet," ChiChi replied, twirling her pen around her fingers absently, "I heard he's been asked out already though."

"What?" Bulma said a bit louder than she had intended.

ChiChi gave her an odd look as Bulma blushed and asked, "Are you interested then?"

"Ha, um… no. I was just surprised since he's only been here- what?- a week?" Bulma told her nervously.

Chi continued to eye her skeptically, but told her, "Down girl- either way he said no."

"Hn, who asked anyway?" she asked, slightly relieved. Damn hormones…

"Racheal."

"Racheal WHO?"

"Kurtz."

"He said no to HER?" Bulma asked, slightly shocked. Most guys would kill for a date with her. Slut, she thought cattily.

"I guess," Chi replied, getting annoyed by all the questions, but offered, "Her and a few others I think."

"Really?" Wow, she wondered what they could see in that arrogant mute.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" she replied, throwing her a side glance.

Bulma huffed a bit, then heard the bell ring. Saved by the bell, she thought, just about ready to explode at ChiChi and her wenchy attitude. She grabbed her purse and left the room as quickly as possible.

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"Hey Bulma!" Yamcha greeted her at lunch later that day.

"Hi Yamcha," Bulma said, less than enthusiastically. She wasn't in the mood for flirting today. Her mind was plagued with thoughts of the 'mute'. She grabbed some curly fries off the counter and headed straight for the nacho cheese with Yamcha in tow.

He practically jumped in front of her, and put his arms out, motioning for her to halt. "What's up, B? You've been acting weird all day. Hell, you didn't even talk in math!" he asked, concerned.

She flashed him a brilliant, pseudo-smile, and told him, "It's nothing Yam-chops." She nearly cringed at the dumb name. "I've just had a lot on my mind today."

He smiled back and walked beside her back to the table. "Well," he said as they sat down, "I hate to put anything else on your mind then, but," she turned to face him as her feminine instincts kicked in, "I was wondering if you'd wanna, maybe, go see a movie or something, catch dinner… You know?"

Even though Bulma had been expecting the this, the question still took her a bit by surprise. She saw Vegeta's eyebrows raise as he looked up- taken by storm- out of the corner of her eye. Yamcha was watching her expectantly, and she wondered why she was taking so long to answer the stupid question. "When?" she blurted out, looking him straight in the eyes.

A large grin had come over his face. "Tonight would be awesome, actually!" he told her.

She an uncomfortable look come over her face and threw a quick glance across the table at Vegeta. His brows were now slanted into an angry expression.

Does he expect me to just blow him off? She thought to herself.

"Sorry busy tonight," she told him with a sympathetic smile. Poor guy…

"He looked bummed for a moment, then gave a smile of his own and asked, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

Wow, persistent, she thought. Once again, she looked between Yamcha and Vegeta a few times before answering, "Nope, not busy then."

"So tomorrow would be good then, right?" he said, the large grin, once again, taking over his complexion.

"It's a date," she said with a half smile, wondering why she was as enthusiastic as she should have been. Her crush was finally asking her out; this is what she had wanted for so long.. Right?

She looked over to her other friends, all smiling- glad that their two friends were finally getting together- and over to Vegeta, who was once again frowning.

"Hey guys! What'd I miss?" Krillin said happily as he walked over to the table.

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Bulma said, running her fingers through her hair nervously a few more times. She was in a simple white tank top and jeans with her black Chucks. She had NO idea what to expect since she hadn't even really talked to Vegeta since Study Hall on Wednesday. It was nerve-racking. She supposed she just have to dive head in and go-with the-flow on this one.

Brandon was jumping on her bed happily. "Where ya going, Bulma?"

She turned around and gave him a look that clearly meant, 'quit jumping and sit'. He stopped instantly, and she laughed at the obedience, he was so cute! "Well, I'm actually going next door," she told him.

"Why?"

"The new boy that moved in asked me to," she said as she sat down on the bed next to him.

He sat down in her lap, "Do you know him."

"Well," she paused, taking a few minutes to figure out a good answer, "I do have a few classes with him, but I don't know that much about him yet?"

"Then why'd he ask you?"

"I don't know!" she said, laughing. "What's with all the questions, little man?"

"Does he like you?"

"I don't think so?"

"Then why do you have to go?" he whined, "I want you to stay home and play with me tonight!"

She ruffled his hair apologetically, "I know, Iknow, but I already told him I would go. Otherwise you know I'd be here with you!" It was true. She went out with her other friends occasionally, but not every weekend. Sometimes she wished she was the kind of person who liked to go out and party all the time- like they were-, but more often than not she perfectly happy at home, alone.

Brandon groaned a bit, then huffed and said, "Fine…"

She got up off the bed and replied, "Well, I'd better get going." He followed her down the stairs and all the way to the front door.

"When are you gonna come home?"

She turned around on her way out, "Not too late, but it might be past your bed time. I'm not really sure, hun. I'll only be next door though, so don't worry so much."

"Okay, bye Bulma," she said and reached his arms up, signaling that he wanted a hug. She complied, yelled good-bye to her parents, and was off.

She cut across the lawn, and then across his to the front door. She rang the doorbell, but no one answered. She tried again, still no answer.

"Back here," a familiar voice yelled from the back yard.

She wondered back slowly, and suddenly an object came flying at her. Luckily she caught it before it smacked into her face, but was a bit stunned for a moments afterward. She snapped out of it, and looked down, then back up at him. "This is what we're doing?"

"Yup," he said monotonously, "Football."

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A/N: Well… I was contemplating just leaving you hanging there and NOT telling you what they were going to do, but w/e, I felt kind tonight.

Lol, newayz, longest chapter yet! I'm so happy, and I hope you guys like it!

…You could always drop a review though and let me know for sure ;-) …