A\N: um… ok, I'm gonna stop using chapter titles cuz it's just impossible for me to manage. So… this is just going to be chapter seven.

Ok, there's gonna be this new character appearing, and personally, I don't like new characters. But… all this new character is really used for is her… house. Yeah, you'll get it after reading it so… enjoy!

Chapter Seven (part one)

The weather began warming up as spring arrived. Bulma raked her fingers through her aqua hair and gave a sigh of content. Her thing nightdress blew gently in the breeze as she stepped closer to the edge of her balcony. Behind her, Vegeta was relaxed in an armchair he had carried out to the balcony.

Two weeks had gone by since the "Yamcha incident", as Chichi had called it, and no one heard from him. Vegeta healed easily and soon returned to his normal lifestyle. He crossed his arms under his head as he reflected upon what had happened the morning when Bulma woke up.

He vividly remembered the shocked look on her face when she saw a blood covered Vegeta asleep on an uncomfortable chair beside her bed. She had jumped up to yell at him for not taking care of himself.

Then, she burst into tears and hopped out of bed, dragging Vegeta to the restroom. While she washed and bandaged his wounds, Bulma had yelled nonstop at Vegeta. She yelled at him for getting hurt, she yelled at him for not taking care of himself, she yelled at him for sleeping in a chair all night. Finally, she broke down and simply cried.

Through all this, Vegeta had stood there motionless, searching for the right words to say. He decided to keep quiet and allowed Bulma go cry until she felt satisfied.

"Vegeta?" Bulma turned around slowly.

"What?" Vegeta asked, not bothering to look up.

"Do you hear the phone? Or is it just - "

"I hear it", Vegeta said, standing up and walking into the house. He picked up the phone by Bulma's bed and held it to his ear, "Hello?"

"Vegeta?" the voice on the other end inquired.

"Woman! It's for you!" Vegeta called out, dropping the phone carelessly on the bed. Bulma picked up the phone, saying "Hello?"

"Bulma! It's me!"

"Oh, hey Chichi!"

"Ok, so anyways, there's this high school reunion party at April's house. You remember April?" Chichi asked.

"Uh… of course!" Bulma stuttered. April was a girl in Bulma's math class who she'd never talked to before.

"Anyways, it's tomorrow night. I forgot to tell you sooner", Chichi said.

"It's ok. I'll see you there", Bulma replied. Chichi agreed and both girls hung up.

"Vegeta? Vegeta?"

"What!"

"We're going out tomorrow!" Bulma said as she stepped out to the balcony.

"We're what?" Vegeta asked blankly.

"Uh, I meant… We're going out to a party. Reunion party", Bulma corrected.

"Oh", Vegeta mumbled, feeling slightly disappointed and awkward.

"You're coming right? I won't have any fun without you", Bulma shined. Vegeta rolled his eyes but agreed to go.

night of party

Bulma smoothed her skirt and glanced at herself one last time in the mirror. Ignoring Vegeta's calls to hurry up, she ran a comb thru her shiny hair. After applying a little lipstick, Bulma grabbed her purse and hurried down stairs.

"It's about time", Vegeta said, opening the door.

"I wouldn't look so nice if I didn't take so long", Bulma replied, noticing the way Vegeta looked at her. They climbed into a car and drove off.

"Vegeta, do you every… think of the people form high school?" Bulma asked after a moment of silence. Vegeta slid a hand around the steering wheel and glared at the girl next to him.

"Why do you always ask such stupid questions?"

"They're not stupid. I wanted to know. I mean, we are going to see everyone again", Bulma said, stressing the word "everyone".

Vegeta didn't answer, but thought carefully about what Bulma had said. Everyone. Everyone? So was Yamcha going? And… Alana?

"Vegeta? Are you listening to - "

"Be quiet, woman. We're here", Vegeta said, puling into a crowded driveway. The streetlights reflected off of dozens of cars parked along either side of the street. Bulma hurried out of the car, jogging slightly to keep up with Vegeta's long strides. He walked up to the opened door and stepped inside, followed by a breathless Bulma.

"Damn, Vegeta. You could have walked a little slo - " Bulma stopped abruptly as she digested the scene around her. The large living room she was in had beautiful glass walls. On the other side of those walls were mini waterfalls that led into a fountain. A bar sat in the corner of the room next to a huge sound system. On the opposite side of the room was a big, wide screen TV. A hallway beside the TV led to the bedrooms and the stairs to the second floor.

"Bulma!" Bulma turned her head and spotted Goku coming out of a room which apparently led to the kitchen.

"Hey, Goku! Hey Chi!" Bulma greeted as Chichi's small figure emerged from behind Goku.

"This is a really nice place", Bulma commented.

"Yeah, it's almost as nice as Capsule Corp", said 18 who had just arrived with Krillen.

"Hey", Bulma greeted her. 18 smiled back but made no reply.

"Hey you guys, I see April", Krillen said, pointing to a spot near the bar. The group trailed to the other side of the room and took turns complimenting April.

"Thanks so much", the shy girl would say.

"It's been a while", Bulma smiled. She felt guilty since she never spoke to April in school.

"Yeah, um, I have other guests that… "April gave a weak smile and slipped away.

"Let's get a drink", 18 suggested.

"Hey, uh, you guys, have you seen Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"Nah, he's around", Chichi shrugged.

"You can worry about him later", Goku said. Bulma reluctantly agreed and the five young adults sat down for a drink. Bulma took a sip out of the glass and found the drink to be surprisingly addicting. Without another thought, she finished the entire glass and began working on her second one. The alcohol's effect began working quickly, and Bulma was soon her third glass.

"Bulma? Are you ok?" Chichi asked, looking worried.

"I'm ooookayyy", Bulma slurred. "I'ma gon findageta"

"She's what?" 18 asked.

"She's gonna find Vegeta", Krillen answered. Bulma slid off her seat and stumbled through the house, searching vaguely for Vegeta. She made her way around the perimeter of the house but found no sign of Vegeta. Bulma moaned and stumbled into the hallway. She searched frantically for a restroom and barged in the first one she came upon. After throwing up twice in the toilet, she stumbled out of the restroom. Low voices at the end of the hallway caught Bulma's attention and she began heading in the direction. The last door on the right had a small crack in it and Bulma unconsciously pushed it open

"Hey! Thissrooms taken!" A dunk girl complained. Bulma blinked several times until she saw a flash of bright orange hair, then a girl sitting in the embrace of a familiar looking man. Unable to think straight, Bulma stood still for a moment, dazed at the sight.

"Bulma?" the man questioned, pushing the orange haired girl off his lap Bulma's head snapped up and she squinted. "Yamcha?" she muttered.

"Who the hell?" the girl on the floor protested.

"Shhhh Alana, this Bulma", Yamcha said, his speech heavily slurred as well. Alana whined, then crawled out of the room.

"Bulma", Yamcha murmured, reaching forward. Bulma made no response but slowly backed away. Yamcha pulled the girl towards him and held her tightly in his arms. "Mmmm… Bulma, why you won't stay wime? Why you gotto go off withat faggot?"

Bulma, who hadn't heard a single word Yamcha had said, looked blankly at the ceiling. Yamcha frowned and rubbed his head, trying to chase away the throbbing headache. He looked closely at Bulma for a while, the suddenly pressed his mouth to hers. Bulma immediately responded by pushing him away harshly. A single tear leaked out of her eyes as she turned away from Yamcha.

"Dammit! Why do you have to do this to me?" she yelled at the wall.

"Bulma? I'm over here", Yamcha said, confused. Ignoring him, Bulma inched closer to the wall and began pounding her fists against it.

"Why can't you tell how I feel? Why do we always have to fight?" she yelled at the wall as if it were a person. Yamcha scrunched up his eyebrows and rubbed his head again. Was he imagining it? Or was Bulma really talking to the wall? He finally decided she was talking to him, but couldn't see too clearly.

"Bulma. It's ok. We won't fight anymore", Yamcha said, inching closer to Bulma. He took her in his arms and hugged her gently.

"Why can't we get along?" Bulma whined, leaning her head against Yamcha's shoulder.

"We won't fight anymore alright? I love you, Bulma" Yamcha mumbled. Bulma sighed and hugged him tighter, "I love you too, Vegeta".

Vegeta smirked and laid down his cards. " I win", he announced. His opponent frowned and took of her watch, handing it reluctantly to Vegeta. He pushed back his chair and stood up, making his way over to the empty seat beside Goku.

"Hey! Where's Bulma?" Chichi asked as Vegeta came into her view.

"Who?" Vegeta asked blankly. Chichi stared at him in disbelief, but 18 rolled her eyes. "He's just faking it, Chi. Like he would really forget who Bulma is", she said confidently. Vegeta winced.

"Smart girl", he commented, reaching for a glass.

"So where is she?" Goku asked.

"You guys really don't know?" Vegeta asked, his eyes widening.

"She went to look for you", Krillen remembered.

"I think she went down the hallway. She was heading – hey!" Chichi frowned as Vegeta cut off her sentence by bolting across the room towards the hallway.

"Wow, I supposed he really likes her, huh?" 18 said with an amused smile.

Vegeta stepped frantically into the hall, pushing over every door in the way. He finally reached the end and kicked open the last door.

"What the fuck are you doing!" he yelled, stepping quickly inside the room.

"'geta", Bulma said blankly, a childlike smile on her face. She stood up and stumbled forward, too drunk to walk properly. Vegeta rushed forwards and caught the girl before she fell. Bulma moaned and wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Yamcha?" Vegeta growled dangerously, noticing the figure that lurked in the shadows.

"Uh… hi", Yamcha replied weakly, backing away. Vegeta fought back the temptation to punch the drunk man and instead, picked up Bulma and left the room.

"Take me home"

"Shut up"

"Vegeta! Vegeeeta!" Bulma squirmed.

"Stop it! Shut up!"

"My head hurts!" Bulma complained.

"Ok! Shut up and I'll take you home! Stop moving!" Vegeta carried Bulma out to their car and set the girl in the passenger seat. He sat down in the drivers side and took a deep breath.

"Where are we going?"

"You said you wanted to go home"

"Who?"

"You're drunk. Shut up", Vegeta said, looking at the girl in disgust. Bulma frowned and looked back at Vegeta who quickly turned away. She yawned and leaned heavily against the seat. Moments later, Bulma had fallen asleep. Vegeta sighed and looked at Bulma again, examining her closely. The moonlight caused her fair skin to look so pale that it seemed to be glowing. Vegeta brushed a strand of hair from Bulma's face and carefully tucked it behind her ear.

"What the - ", Vegeta muttered as he hit a slight bump under the mess of blue hair. He leaned closer and uncovered a large bruise behind Bulma's ear. Vegeta frowned and allowed his eyes to study the wound. Then, another bump on Bulma's upper arm, followed by a cut on her wrist caught Vegeta's attention.

"What the hell happened?" he wondered, taking the girls hands into his. Vegeta sighed and started the car. He drove home angrily, determined to find out what happened.

A\N : there's actually more to this chapter… but I think I'll save it for next time, so this is just the first part of chapter seven. Um… read, enjoy, and review please!