Alright here's the next chapter, and I will try my hardest to get the next one out soon!

Chapter 8

Bulma's POV

3 Years Later…Dec. 29th

"Ok well tell him to run it by me tomorrow and I'll talk to John about it, alright?" I said as I briskly folded my dry laundry.

Now being a young adult, my father felt it was time that I took over at Capsule Corp. I was already married, and hoping to start a family soon.

I hadn't changed much since high school, my hair was shoulder length and curly and my body features were more "mature", that of a grown woman.

Moving onto another load of dirty laundry I came across one of my husbands work shorts and noticed something on the collar. I lifted it up to find red lip marks.

"Are you…growling?" asked the woman on the other line.

"Listen Joannie, I'll call you back later tonight and we'll finish this conversation then, alright?" I said coldly and disconnected the line, taking the ear phone out of my ear and throwing it down on the ground.

Clad in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt I ran down the stairs with the shirt in my hand.

"YAMCHA! Get your ass over here you son of a bitch!" I screamed as I came down the stairs to find my low life husband zipping up a travel bag on the couch in the living room.

He looked up at me with no fear and said, "Bulma, I'm leaving."

"Like hell you are!" I yelled and threw the shirt at him, "What the fuck is that?"

He looked down at the shirt and sighed, "No Bulma, I'm leaving."

My angry face changed to a shocked and confused face in a matter of seconds.

"What?" was my first response, "What do you mean, leaving? You can't leave!"

"Listen Bulma, we've grown apart—" he started.

"No! You're the one who grew apart Yamcha! You're the one who's cheating on his wife with blonde bimbo's all the time!" I screamed, feeling my eyes moisten.

"We're two different people from when we first met, and I just need to move on." And he dropped his bag at the door and looked back at me. "It's been fun, but I'm just not ready for the type of commitment you want and I need some variety in my life."

He put on his coat and picked up the bag, "See yeah babe." He said before he left through the front door.

"God I knew something like this was going to happen." I said through sobs, "I just never expected it to be him that walked out on our marriage."

Here I sat on my couch in my living room, covered in mountains of Kleenex, sitting beside Juu who was trying to confort me.

"It should have been you, and it should have happened a long time ago, but you kept taking him back didn't you." Juu said simply. She always had a weird way of trying to make me feel better.

"I guess I just wanted a marriage and a family so bad that I didn't care who it was with; as long as I had it I was going to keep it." I replied and wiped my cheeks clean of my tears.

"Well since you're one of the most eligible bachelorette's again, why don't you come to the New Year's party with me and Krillin?" she asked.

"Oh god I can't show up without a date! Let alone without a husband!" I cried and buried my head in between my knees as I sobbed again.

"That's why I came prepared." Juu said with a grin.

I looked up at her confused and then she pulled out a little black book out of her purse and set it on the table in front of me.

It was surprising how fast I forgot about Yamcha, but then I remembered him again after every guy I called was either already attached, had plans, or I couldn't get a hold of.

"I'll go and make us some margaritas, alright?" Juu asked and walked off into the kitchen. That was Juu's answer to almost everything.

It was very thoughtful of Juu to bring me my old address book full of guys numbers but it was no use. I also highly doubted there were any numbers near the back of the book by the bottom letters of the alphabet but I decided I should probably just check to make sure.

I found nothing and I was about to stop looking when I came across one number in particular. My heart skipped a beat as I read the name, thinking of how I had forgotten this name, and then wondering how I could have ever done it. I felt like closing the book and throwing it at the wall, but instead, I picked up the phone.

My breathing quickened as it rung and rung and rung. I couldn't take it anymore and I was about to hang up when he answered the phone.

"Hello?" he asked like his usual annoyed self.

My heart skipped another beat when I heard his voice. It had been so long.

What am I doing?

"Hello?" he asked again, with more annoyance.

He's going to hang up if I don't say something!

I couldn't find my words. I didn't know what to say, when to say it, or if I should even say anything at all.

"I don't have time for this shit…" he said as he was about to hang up.

"Vegeta?"

OMG! SHE CALLED VEGETA AFTER 3 YEARS! What will she say to him? What will he say to her? READ AND REVIEW AND YOU SHALL FIND OUT!

Vegeta: As if I'm still living with my parents!

Chop: Well if you be quiet and wait for the rest of the story you'll find out why!...And some people just get attatched to their mommies and daddies, it's nothing to be ashamed of!

Vegeta: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

Chop: NOTHING! Please don't hurt me! (cowers)

Vegeta: That's right it was nothing. (crosses arms and frowns)

Chop: (whispers) Mama's boy

Vegeta: THAT'S IT! (powers up Ki ball)

Chop: (screetches) AHH! (runs away for dear life)