A/N: ok, I wrote this story (yes, I actually wrote it with pencil and paper) a while ago, but I didn't finish it. So now, I'm finishing it and typing it up too so I can post it.
It's gonna get better after a while cause I write better now than I did before :
"Tonight?"
"No, in a million year! Of course tonight!"
"Oh, I thought… "
"And you're supposed to be a genius?" Chichi twirled the ends of her long black hair and leaned against the wall.
"Well, come over soon ok?" Bulma said.
"Sure. See you in a while", Chichi hung up the phone and hurried up the stairs. She found Goku in front of the TV with two large bags of chips.
"Come on! We're going to Bulma's", Chichi said, turning off the TV.
"Why?" Goku asked, looking up.
"Clubbing. Tonight. Yes, there will be food", Chichi smiled. Goku immediately agreed and the couple got into their car.
"Oh, this is just like prom night!" Chichi said in a dreamy voice as she dug through Bulma's huge, walk-in closet.
"Except Yamcha's not here", Bulma murmured softly, sitting down on her bed.
"Bulma, you have us, ok?" 18 said, sitting down beside her.
"What about Vegeta?" Chichi suggested. Bulma frowned at the idea, then shrugged. Vegeta? Her friends must be crazy! This was someone who demanded her to cook for him, yet was rarely there to eat it. Besides, he probably had several girlfriends at once.
"I can't believe you'd even suggest that!" Bulma finally said.
"Why not? You guys have similar personalities. You know… loud, likes to argue, often gets in trouble, always –" 18 stopped after receiving a glare from Bulma.
"Just forget about it, ok?"
"Well, I know what I'm wearing", Chichi announced, trying to change the subject. She picked up several items of clothing and held them up in the air.
"Cute", 18 commented, not bothering to even look at the clothes.
"Chi?" a knock came from the door. Goku poked his head in and grinned, "We were wondering if you girls were done yet".
"Patience!" 18 snapped. She pushed the door shut and sighed.
"Might as well hurry", Bulma said, pulling on her outfit. Moments later, all three girls were dressed and ready to party.
Bulma stepped out of the car followed closely by her group of friends. They made their way into the club and found a table.
"I can't believe I haven't gone clubbing in such a long time", Bulma noticed, leaning her head back against her seat.
"That's why we're here", 18 shrugged.
"Vegeta's practically been living at clubs", Goku said, mouth full of food. Vegeta turned to glare at the taller male besides him, but made no comment.
"Let's go dance. We can't just sit here", Chichi said, pulling Bulma onto the dance floor. The three girls formed their own circle which soon attracted everyone else in the club.
"Shouldn't you two be watching you ladies?" Vegeta asked in a bored tone.
"Yeah", Goku said slowly as he watched two guys attempt to join Chichi.
"What about Bulma?" Krillen asked.
"Nothing to worry about. She's boy repellent. Hasn't gotten a date since she broke up with that loser"
"Loser! You wanna see loser? Look at yourself!" An angry voice behind the three males challenged. Vegeta turned to see who it was and cocked an eyebrow. There stood Yamcha and a short blonde girl clutching his waist.
"Don't waste you time on him", Vegeta said loudly to Goku and Krillen, who had both jumped to their feet. Yamcha sat down beside Vegeta and rolled his eyes. The blonde girl strutted away as Yamcha leaned in to speak.
"Look, Vegeta. I can tell you one thing for sure. Bulma likes to hang onto the past. It just so happens that she and I have had a great past. It takes me just like that to get her back", he snapped his fingers.
"Not my problem", Vegeta shrugged, looking away uneasily. Yamcha frowned and made his way to the dance floor, determined to prove him self. He quickly approached Bulma, who was surrounded by a large group of guys.
"Bulma! Hey- Dude, that's my lady, move your ass! Bulma!" Yamcha shoved aside several protesting guys until he finally reached Bulma. "Bulma, Baby!" Yamcha greeted the blue haired girl. She frowned at the sight of him and began walking away. Yamcha pushed a few people aside and chased after her. He finally caught up to her side and seized the girl by her waist, dragging her towards the exit.
Bulma's screams were drowned out by the loud music and no one seemed to notice she was gone. She spotted Chichi and 18 at the other end of the room and tried to call out to them, but couldn't make a sound. Yamcha had clamped one hand tightly over her mouth and had wrapped the other around her waist as he dragged her up to the second story balcony.
"Dammit bitch! Stop kicking me! I just wanna talk, ok?" Yamcha dropped the girl on the ground near a bench and sat down. "Can't we just talk?"
"Yes, we can talk", Bulma said finally.
"Look, I want us to get together again. It's been four years and I really miss you", Yamcha said in a sincere tone. Bulma sighed and looked up at him. "C'mon. I'll show you what you've missed out on", he continued, sliding an arm around her waist.
"You're still the same jerk!" Bulma yelled, pulling away from him. She stood up abruptly and began walking towards the stairs. Yamcha jumped up from his seat the grabbed her from behind.
"Wait, listen to me! I –", Yamcha never finished his sentence, for he was knocked back against the railing. Bulma picked herself up from the floor and found herself face to face with a scowling Vegeta.
"Vegeta?" she said dumbly, unable to say anything else.
"I knew it. You like her", Yamcha muttered weakly as he slowly stood up. Vegeta growled and kicked Yamcha in the side, causing him to stumble down the stairs. "Don't fall for him, Bulma! He'll break you to pieces in the end", Yamcha called out. He began limping down the stairs with Vegeta chasing after him. Yamcha escaped into a cab and Vegeta stopped.
"Vegeta! Hey!" Bulma hopped down the stairs and stopped at the sidewalk. "Vegeta?"
Vegeta turned and glared at her, then stepped into the next cab and slammed the door. Bulma looked at the ground sadly, and then walked back into the club. She sat down next to Goku and leaned against the chair.
"What happened?" Chichi asked, rushing over.
"Yamcha showed up. He said he wanted me back. Then Vegeta showed up and beat him up. Now they're both gone", Bulma said, ending in a frown.
"Bulma, you have to give it time. Things work out in the end. And I bet Vegeta and you will be together on day", Chichi said.
"What? You make it sound as if I like him!" Bulma protested.
"We sort of assumed you did", 18 admitted and Krillen nodded in agreement. Bulma didn't respond, but kept on replaying the scenes in her head. Did Vegeta really like her? Did she like Vegeta? Was it really obvious? So obvious that her friends could tell. That even Yamcha could tell, yet she couldn't? But how could she like him? It wasn't easy talking to Vegeta. All that came out from him were grunts, insults, and orders.
"I need to go home", Bulma announced. She slid off the seat, made her way out the door, and rode a cab home.
A\N: another chapter : wow, the reviews are making me really happy! I should review other people's stories more… hmmmm …
Ok, stay tuned !