A/n. Sorry for the incredibly long updates, things are insane here at home (...but it seems things might be getting easier...I hope) I do plan to update U.T. Part2 sometime very soon! It's just I'm stuck on a chapter, and I have lost my touch for fight scenes XX, anywayz on with this chapter...

Chapter two: And so it begins...

That morning, after meeting with Chi-Chi earlier, they headed to the ceremony, which was being held at Orange Star High School. As they pulled in they could see the parking lot was crowded, packed with numerous vehicles and whatever other means of transportation. Families, friends and nervous students were scattered about, ready to file into the building before the whole thing started. Some were taking snapshots, as bright flashes would go off in random places, temporarily blinding some of the passersby with bright blue spots and the like.

Few were truly nervous and hysterical, well save Chi-Chi at least. She was completely beyond hope now, too overwhelmed with the fact her 'little boy' was all grown up and graduating high school already. Most ignored her while Goku tried to calm her down, though as always she only got worse.

Vegeta simply kept to himself, ignoring the distraught women and excited students, his only focus in mind being to hurry and get the blasted ceremony over with so he could get back to his training and whatever else he may have planned. Though, not that he would admit, he was actually quite proud of his son for accomplishing such a thing as completing his entire twelve years of schooling, but like said, he wouldn't let anyone know it.

Bulma, after taking a few pictures and giving congratulations and praises of her own, ushered the crowd into the building and waved to her son and Goten as they headed off to another room to prepare.

Once inside the large auditorium they found their seats and settled in. Everyone had joined them for the special occasion aside from the usual two families; Gohan had brought Videl and their four-year-old daughter Pan, she was basically Bra's best friend, quite like Trunks and Goten.

Krillin and his family showed up, Yamcha had even tagged along with them just for fun. Someone else they almost didn't expect, though keeping to himself in his own corner of the building, was Piccolo. He had come to catch a quick spot at the two boys, he hadn't even expected to come himself but Gohan had persuaded him to at least come for his sake if not Goten. He had nothing against the kid, but he wasn't near as close with him as he was with Gohan. It was quite a crowd in there, the stands were filled with the families and friends of the students, all eagerly waiting to see their child cross that stage.

The ceremony went by quick but to them, or the impatiently waiting Vegeta, it seemed to last forever. After all was said and done and the ceremony had concluded, the majority of them had retired to the Son house to celebrate for a while. It was something like a small reunion for them, since these days they saw less of each other. Though soon the party wound down and it was about time for the friends to part and go their separate ways yet again, but for how long this time was uncertain.

That evening Bulma and Vegeta had arrived to a rather quiet house. Chi-Chi and Goku offered to baby-sit Bra and Trunks had just figured he would stay and hang with Goten for the night. As a bonus, it seemed, Bulma's parents were out again and would return the next afternoon. Nothing could have been more perfect.

Deciding that, since it was only she and Vegeta and he would be the only one to disturb her so she chose to have one last tinker around in her lab.

It was too late in the night for training but it was still somewhat early for bed. Vegeta was bored so he went on a search for his mate, with the thought in mind that she could provide some form of 'entertainment'. A grin crept onto his face, they were alone for the night and it had been some time since they had ever had an opportunity like this. Now his task was to find Bulma and take advantage of the fact that there wouldn't be any late night visitors in their bed who couldn't sleep...namely, Bra.

After only a moment he found her, sitting in her lab again working on that same hunk of scrap metal from this morning. Figures he would find her in here.

"Hmf, what could have possibly changed from the time I stated so clearly it wouldn't work, till now, that would motivate you to come back in here and only make it worse?"

She had been on her knees beside the device, but at the sound of his gruff yet calm voice she stood up and brushed herself off. She had wasted no time when she got home and changed into a pair of old worn out blue jeans and any old shirt that she wouldn't mind dirtying. Her sheer blue tresses were held out of her surprisingly clean face by a red bandanna worn like a kerchief.

"Give it a rest Vegeta. Besides I couldn't help but to think that maybe there was just something so simple that I had missed or overlooked."

She paused for a moment, getting a strange yet thoughtful look in her azure blue eyes. "Today at the boys' graduation I started thinking about my own High School years.... I almost miss those days, it's funny."

Vegeta folded his arms over his chest typically with a slightly emotionless face, if not somewhat puzzled by the point she was trying to make. He was still half-dressed from the ceremony, wearing a white under shirt tank top, and the black pants.

"And just what were you planning to do with that contraption anyway? Take a trip back in time and reclaim those lost years?"

She gave him a smile, though much more halfhearted than she liked. Actually...yes I was." It was her initial idea at least.

Immediately Vegeta's arms dropped to his sides, an almost shocked expression replacing the former. She had said some crazy things before but normally he figured them for her strange logic, but this...this he didn't quite know what to think of. "You can't be serious?"

As she turned her eyes to him he quickly retook his stance. "Well why not? I mean it's not like it hasn't been done. Think about it for a second; wouldn't it have been interesting to go back and see what high school life was like?"

His emotionless facade never shifted, though he did turn up a dark brow at her question, as though he was actually considering it. But his answer was simple and direct. "No."

Frustrated, Bulma sighed, "C'mon Vegeta be serious. Watch, I'll show you how it works, or how it should work." She stooped down beside the device again, Vegeta following for the sake of keeping her in a decent mood if he were going to have any fun tonight. He observed as she pushed several buttons; "I just set the dates, and enter any other important information such as location and time; push that...do this...and we're set!"

Her confident smile had faded now as she stood up and faced a perplexed Vegeta; he wasn't convinced. "Just what is it supposed to do? I mean, besides make noises..." He chuckled softly, a smug grin set on his regal face. He loved to antagonize her like that.

Bulma simply rolled her eyes, not letting him get to her just yet, knowing he was doing it purposely just to get a reaction from her. "Well for one thing it's supposed to bring someone to the specified time and"

She was interrupted as a hasty Vegeta scooped her up and hoisted her over his broad shoulder. He had enough talk of this useless contraption, it was time for them to 'get to know one another all over again' "Come on, to bed with you. I will not have you up all night trying to get that piece of scrap metal to function." He turned his head slightly to show her the grin he wore; she would catch on easily enough.

Bulma turned up a brow but returned the grin with one of her own. "Whatever you say Vegeta."

The next morning began as usual, at least for the first twenty minutes or so. Vegeta opened his eyes slowly, trying not to let the bright rays of sunlight peeking through the balcony doors blind him. Casually he glanced over to the peacefully sleeping figure beside him, as a proud yet smug smirk graced his fine features; he wasn't surprised after the night they had. Though before he could take that thought pattern further, a rather loud knock on the bedroom door disrupted the serenity of the morning.

Sitting up somewhat, with an irritated growl, he half expected his son or more likely his four year old daughter to poke her little head in, but then again why they were home so early was beyond him but he wouldn't rule out the idea. Perhaps if he ignored it, they would get the idea and go away.

louder knock(x4)

Well there went that idea, he thought as his chances of getting back to sleep were quickly shot down in flames. Though before he could utter a single syllable, the door creaked open noisily, and to his surprise a familiar bubbly blonde poked her head through the open door, that usual carefree smile plastered on her face as though it were permanent.

"Bulma dear! You're gonna be late, you had better get up...." the overly cheery voice of Bulma's mother rang in Vegeta's ears, almost making him cringe.

The woman was nice but one could only take so much of her sugary sweetness for so long before it became annoying.

/Wait a second.../ Vegeta's present expression was hinting at bewilderment, not that Mrs. Briefs' presence was strange, no it was what she had said. Gathering himself again quickly he made his annoyance clear to her. "Woman what business do you have in our room I" and yet before he could demand that she make her leave it was soon made obvious that their conversation had woken the sleeping Bulma.

Lazily she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, taking not more then a moment to realize her mother's presence in the room. "Mom? What are you doing? Get out!" It was like nothing could phase this woman as she simply kept the smile and replied to her daughter's hasty demands.

"Oh my! Bulma dear what is your boyfriend doing in here with you?" Had she just now noticed him? Strange....but what was even more strange was how she referred to Vegeta as being simply her boyfriend, not mentioning how she wasn't expecting to see him.

Bulma's voice rang clear through the spacious bedroom, "MOTHER GET OUT NOW! I'll be out in a minute!" Her eyes had reduced to narrow slits of blue fire, something Vegeta found most intriguing about her. Usually it was he who was on the receiving end of her wrath, but for now she had herself another victim.

Mrs. Briefs quickly complied with her shouted demand to leave the room, as she waved her hand and turned to leave yet not the slightest bit affected by her daughter's tirade. "All right sweetie, but you had better hurry or you'll be awfully late for school again."

Her words left an eerie silence in the room. By all rights they should be frustrated with her interruption or question her bizarre behavior. What on earth did she mean 'late for school'? Bulma's mind was racing, not that it was such a strange thing for her to have said, she was used to her mother's strange ways, but this seemed different.... weird even for her.

For what would be the first time since she woke up, her azure gaze traveled to Vegeta, as she soon found herself studying him, his features and his body as if it were their first encounter. Her eyes seemingly widened when she realized something was different...very different.

As she studied him closely, looking surprised by what she saw; he turned up a dark brow curious as to what she found so shocking. His answers of course were soon made clear, as he lost himself studying Bulma in turn. He knew her features, her body almost better then she and he knew there was something very different.

The two exchanged puzzling glances, not able to grasp the current situation. They looked, almost young to each other, to the point of their late teen years it seemed. Vegeta, immediately assuming she were to blame, narrowed his eyes at her.

"Woman what have you done now?!"

[A/n] Heh cliffhangers are your friend! Yeah...anyway many thanx to anyone who reviews. I know there's some of you out there waiting for this update! So again I say...Till the next chapter!