A/N: So yeah… I dunno what to write here actually, but maybe I'll think of something by the end! Hope you guys enjoy it tho, because I've had a writer's block lately… haha, have fun!

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Bulma walked in and slammed the door behind her. Then she laughed. 'Later, Gater' was such a common saying… what was she thinking… Right now she was so confused, and she just wanted to scream. Of course she couldn't since Brandon was sleeping.

She sank into a chair. The Briefs were out again, no one would notice her arrival. It seemed like they were always out somewhere, but lately she was noticing it more than usual. They were compassionate parents and all, and they were there when she really needed them. The only problem was that according to them, the only time she 'really needed them' was when she was in big trouble- which never happened- or had a breakdown- which also hadn't happened in years. She kept her emotions to herself now. It was nobody's business anyway…

Her mind began to wonder- again- about Vegeta. She had known him at the orphanage, right? So why was it, that she couldn't remember him in the same ways that he remembered her? She remembered various people, various teachers, and John, of course, but none like Vegeta.

She growled in frustration and rested her forehead against the heel of her hand. It wasn't like she knew that many people named Vegeta either. He did remind her slightly of John, but he had never had hair like that, and apparently John had become somewhat of a 'stud' after she left.

That really shocked, and even kind of hurt her. They had always been the best of friends, and he had never dated the entire time she knew him, not even the pseudo-relationships all the other ten and eleven year olds were getting into back then. The only person he'd ever even been affectionate with was her. That had always meant something to her deep down. I guess I can throw those memories out too… I was just a warm-up act, she thought bitterly.

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She laughed out loud as John poked her in a particularly ticklish spot on her side. She slapped his hand and gave him a bogus glare. He saw right through her, as usual.

They had been walking on this old dirt path for what seemed like forever. In reality, it had only been thirty minutes… They weren't even supposed to be out here. Oh well, she thought happily. It was too good a day to waste.

"Oh wow, Bulma, look at that!" he grabbed her hand and she felt a jolt pulse through her stomach, a new sensation to her. Before she could put any thought in to it, however, he was dragging her along behind him.

"What are you-"

"Shh!" he hushed her and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Look," he then whispered, pointing through the bushes.

She gave him a strange look, but complied, and was glad she did. It was a doe standing over her baby as it drank from a small pond. She was surprised to find such a sweet scene out here, and even more surprised that John had been the one to point it out. He usually hated such cutesy things…

"Oh wow…" she whispered, and looked over at him. She gave a small smile, but when she looked back at the pond, they deer were gone. She gave a frown of disappointment. "I must have scared them away…"

He gave a small smirk before grabbing her hand again and pulling her up. They continued down the path, and she noticed that he hadn't dropped her hand yet. She gave him a strange look and asked, "John, why are you still holding my hand?"

He glanced back for a split-second before answering, "Because I want to."

She laughed, and questioned, "Why would you want to do that?"

He turned to face her, "Because I like it."

She gave him another strange look, but couldn't find the words she needed to respond to him. He was making her tummy jolt again, and it made her nervous… very, very nervous. She wasn't sure if she liked this feeling…

Suddenly he grabbed her other hand. "Do you not want me to?" he asked nervously.

"Well.. I… yes, er… no… I'm not really…" she turned her face away in a shy blush.

He laughed again, "Come on Bulma, it's me here!" She still couldn't face him though. This was so weird! John never acted like this, even if he was just messing around. "Come on, let's keep going before it's too dark…"

She finally looked back up, "Sure. Okay."

He cocked his head at her, and then did something she never saw coming. He leaned forward quickly, and pecked her on the lips! Too stunned to react for a few moments, she stared blankly forward. Quickly, she snapped out of it, and looked up at him, searching his face and his eyes- only to find that he was staring back at hers.

"Well…" she whispered, breaking the electric silence, "Why did you do that?"

"Because I was curious," he told her softly. Then, he gave her a smirk and ran off, yelling behind him, "Come on Bulma! I want to see how far we can go before sundown!"

She stared blankly after him for a few moment, before shaking her head at the curious boy and running after him laughing happily once more.

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She felt a single tears roll down her cheek at the sweet memory. That moment had just… meant something special to her. Your first kiss isn't something soon forgotten. And while it wasn't some passionate, tongue-filled, adult… thing. It was romantic in it's own way.

Apparently it hadn't meant much to him. I was just a freaking warm-up act, she thought bitterly. She brushed the tear away roughly with the back of her hand and got up. Not bothering to push the chair in, she walked to the stairs and made her way up slowly. Half way up she groaned after remembering she had a date with Yamcha tomorrow.

After checking on Brandon, she made her way down the hall and into her room. She flopped on to the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Who would have ever thought she wouldn't be looking forward to a date with her long time crush? Wow… hormones suck, she thought.

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She made her way up the walk beside Yamcha. The date had gone as well as could be expected. Dinner, a movie, typical. Their conversations were lacking to say the least, however. He seemed happy enough the whole time, but all he wanted to talk about were trivial things.

Sports.

Rumors.

Himself.

The last one was his favorite topic, of course. She sighed somberly as he walked happily. She noticed that extra hitch in his step and wished she felt that giddy right now. He just didn't seem to notice her monotonous mood, or maybe he just didn't mind. She wasn't really sure.

"Well, Bulma, I had a great time tonight!" he said, turning to look down at her once they'd reached her door.

She looked up and gave him a courtesy smile, which he took for genuine. "Yeah- me too, Yamcha."

He gave another grin before leaning down to snag a kiss. Her mind raced fretfully as he came closer and closer. Just before his lips made contact with hers, she turned her head. His mouth ended up on her cheek instead, and he drew back, clearly confused.

"Well, thanks for a good times, Yamcha, I'll see you on Monday," she said nervously opening the door and backing half-way in.

"Wait, but I thought-" he tried to say, before having the door shut in his face. He stared blankly at the dimly lit door, completely baffled.

What was wrong with that girl?

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What was wrong with her?

She leaned against the door, breathing heavily. She sank down a bit and covered her face with one of her hand, dropping her purse with the other. This was what she wanted for so long, so why was it so hard for her to just, give in to temptation? Maybe because she just, well, she wasn't feeling the temptation anymore?

That was such a strange concept to her though. How could she have given up on Yamcha without even realizing it? Right when he was finally seeing her to boot! She growled in complete frustration.

"Hey Bulma!" were the words that brought her right back to earth.

Her head snapped up and she saw Brandon standing across the room. "Brandon! What are you doing up? It's way past your bedtime!"

He looked down at his feet absently, and replied, "Well… no one put me to bed, so I was just playing cards in the kitchen until you got home…"

She smiled softly, then asked in confusion, "Mom and Dad aren't here?"

"Nope," he replied, looking up. He ran across the room, and hopped into her arms as she sank all the way to the ground and sat Indian-style to hold him. The boy was definitely getting heavier by the day. "Besides, it's only nine o'clock! I can…" he stopped mid-sentence, seeing her distant expression, "What's wrong, Bulma?"

"Haha, it's nothing, bud!" she told him.

"Then why do you look so sad?" he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Nothing important, dear," she told him in her most sincere voice. Suddenly, a thought came to her head as she stood up with him, "How were you playing cards all by yourself, Brandon?"

"Oh," he grinned, "I wasn't!"

"He was playing with me."

I know that voice, she thought as a shudder ran through her in surprise. She shook it off and looked back over at Vegeta.

Brandon beamed as he said, "Yeah, Vegeta came over after Mommy and Daddy left to watch me since you weren't here! He played games with me and everything, come on, let's go play some more cards!"

She looked between him and Vegeta a few times before telling him softly, "Well, you know I'd love to, but it is past your bedtime, and I think we'd better get you up to bed."

He groaned in defeat, but complied.

"Don't move," she told Vegeta and took Brandon up to his room. She read a quick story, tucked him in, and turned on his night light as if nothing was wrong. Finally, she shut off his light, closed the door, and made her way back downstairs.

Vegeta hadn't moved a muscle since she'd left a good fifteen minutes ago. "You know, when I said 'Don't move,' I didn't mean it literally."

His head snapped up to look at her, "I learned awhile ago to take every order literally."

She eyed him curiously, but didn't say anything further on that matter. Instead, she asked him, "So, why are you here?"

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A/N: Well, it kinda sucked, and not too much happened, but the next chapter should be better.

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