Hey everyone, it's been a while since I wrote a chapter, but I needed to get the creative juices going, lol. I'm a dork. All right, things are starting to heat up in these chapters! The apparent chemistry between Bulma and Vegeta is getting hotter, and what the hell does Yamcha think he's doing? Okay, thanks to Vampiress-06, zicke, lenk, Vegena (x2), Lady Dark Angel, Cabalistic, and Gothic Bulma for all reviewing on the last chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.

There was an eerie silence surrounding the Ouji household, and it was now 6 in the morning. The Ouji's were usually morning people, so to say the least, it was very unusual. Their usual morning routine involved Shauna walking around the house in her business suit, waking up Veg and Vegeta, and then yelling at them to eat the fresh salt bagels she had just bought for them. This morning was not like that at all. It was now 6:10, and Vegeta had woken up out of habit, but was at a loss. Something felt off. He then sauntered into his kitchen in a white tee shirt and navy blue boxer shorts and gave his mother an odd look. She was just sitting there in a bathrobe reading a newspaper. He then barked,

"Why the hell didn't you wake me up!"

"Because Vegeta, I am not your slave."

"Yes you are, you old wench!"

"Great way to get me to do what you want." She then placed the newspaper on the table and walked towards the fridge and pulled out some orange juice. She took one swig out of the carton and placed it back in. Vegeta getting more angered by his mother's odd behavior again barked,

"What the hell is your problem!"

"Excuse me? You're seriously asking me what my problem is?"

"Yes, actually."

"For starters, I can't do anything to please your grandfather, and another thing is that your father lost me my JOB! Tell me how you would feel if that happened to you!"

"Oh god woman." And Vegeta walked out of the kitchen towards his parent's room, where his unsuspecting father was sleeping. He entered the room very quietly, and lightly shook him. Veg rolled over and started to say,

"Listen baby, just give me ten more—"

Vegeta developed an evil smirk and said in a sarcastic tone,

"Surprise…"

"AH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE? Where is your mother!"

"She's in the kitchen."

"Well, then why the fuck did you wake me up?"

"Because she's pissed at you."

"Don't be ridiculous. Why on earth would she be pissed at me?"

"Something about you losing her—"

"Oh. About that. Right… I kind of forgot."

"Good one, idiot."

"Shut up boy, we need to somehow get our food and go."

"She didn't get bagels this morning—"

"WHAT!" Veg bellowed. He practically lived off of those things.

"Well dad, looks like you screwed yourself over."

Then Veg got out of bed and the father and son duo crept over to the kitchen and just before entering tried to peek through the door so Shauna wouldn't notice. Of course, she heard the boys coming from halfway down the hall, because despite what they thought, they were actually quite loud. She rolled her eyes. If she knew as well as she thought she did, he would try doing something sweet to make-up for what he did, but this time she was REALLY pissed.

The guys were just looking at her and then started whispering,

"Well old man, what is your ingenious plan?"

"Uh… women like a man who can be nice, right? So when I see your mother, I'll be extra nice, so she'll forget about the whole thing!"

Vegeta snickered. Women were impossible to deal with when they were angry. He thought it was funny that his father would be foolish enough to think that 10 minutes of his being extra nice would make her forget about the whole thing. Soon after the guys both walked into the kitchen in complete silence. Veg then approached Shauna and tried to give her a peck on the lips, but she turned away so he got her cheek instead. Veg a little shocked tried to start conversation,

"Is there anything I could do for you honey? Like make you breakfast—"

"Or get me my job back?" she said in a very cold manner. She then looked up from her newspaper to glare at him. Veg started to get nervous, he could tell she was not only pissed, but she was beyond pissed.

"Shauna, you don't even like your father—"

"That doesn't mean you were allowed to LOSE MY JOB FOR ME!"

"Well I thought that's what you wanted!"

"You think I want to be on any worse terms with my father then I am now! You think that's what I want? If that's what you think that I want, then you don't know me very well at all!"

"You're free from him now Shauna! You don't ever have to deal with him again!"

"Veg, I think it was about what you wanted, and never about what I wanted." And she stormed off to their bedroom. Vegeta just looked at his father and was about to open his mouth to say something and then Veg said,

"Don't say anything, and go get dressed. You need to drive yourself to school."

Bulma's House…
Bulma blinked a couple times. There was a surreal feeling surrounding her. Was what happened last night really true? Had Vegeta come to her house and helped her? No one had ever done that for her before. She had usually hid her problems from the outside world. And usually in a fight with her mother, that resulted like that, she would have slept outside. But now she was in her bed and she had one of the best nights of sleep that she had had in a while. It was very odd how things worked out like that. And god damn it, it was just one more thing that convinced her that she should be with Vegeta and not Yamcha. But she didn't know what the deal with Vegeta and Marron was and she certainly had no idea what was going on in her present situation.

Almost immediately after she arose she heard her mother's shrill voice calling her name,

"Bulma! Bulma honey! Where are you, you need to get to school!" She said it in such a pleasant tone, that it seemed like she was acting like nothing happened last night. Acting like she didn't leave her alone in the house, feeling suicidal because her whole life is falling apart. Her mother was a bitch, and she hated her. But instead of causing any trouble this morning, she replied to her mother's horrid screeching with,

"I'll be down in a minute, chill out!"

Bulma's hair was a mess. So Bulma simply brushed it through one time, and it looked fine. It didn't look it's best, but Bulma was so gorgeous that it didn't even matter. It was still straight from yesterday, when she had straightened it. She then threw on a white Rainbow Brite tee, with a blue blazer over that, a pair of cute jean Capri's and some black flip-flops. For about 6:10 in the morning, it was the cutest thing she could come up with. She then grabbed her cell phone, her blue Coach wristlet, and her Vineyard Vines tote, which held all of her schoolbooks, and ran out the door. She did not want to see her mother now (or ever, really), but especially not now.

Bulma, outside looked over at her neighbor's house for a second. Vegeta's car was usually gone by now, but there it was, still in the driveway. Bulma pondered it for a moment, but then realized she needed to get somewhere and didn't really think much more of it. She got into her Rang Rover SUV and realized she forgot to call Chi-chi, and that she probably already got a ride with Goku. As she was getting into her car she flipped open her phone and dialed Yamcha's number. It rang three times, and she then got his answering machine. Instead of leaving a message, she decided to show up at his house instead, as a surprise…

Marron's House…
Yamcha slowly opened his eyes as soon as he heard his cell phone ringing. He groaned and turned to his side, he just wanted to be in this warm bed with someone snuggling him. He then realized that he had someone else in bed with him, and he saw blue hair. He opened his eyes completely and seemed shocked. Had he gotten his prude girlfriend to finally herself to him! This was monumental, and he then said,

"Bulma?"

But as soon as he had asked the question he started looking around the room. This certainly didn't look lie Bulma's room. Unless she had gotten an interior decorator to heinously re-design her room, but he was guessing this was not Bulma's room. He then said,

"Bulma, this doesn't look like your room."

The first time Marron pretended not to hear that he was saying Bulma. Why did he even care about that wench? Yamcha had just fucked her, so why on earth is he saying Bulma! Marron was fuming. Was this some type of sick joke? Marron then turned to Yamcha and said,

"No baby, it me," and then she crawled on top of him and started kissing his neck. Yamcha was fucking pissed. He thought he nailed his prude girlfriend, but he got this 2nd rate slut instead. He immediately pushed her off and said,

"Fuck. I need to get out of here."

"But why baby?"

"Don't call me that. I don't like you Marron." But she knew that he did. Otherwise he wouldn't keep coming back to her, right? I mean they had such a good time. She didn't get it,

"Yamcha, don't play dumb, we both know you have to like me a little bit. Or you wouldn't come back to fuck me, and let me tell you something else," And she then slammed him up against a wall and whispered in his ear,

"We both know I'm the best you've ever had."

Shit. She really knew how to make Yamcha in the mood. But he knew as much fun as he could have with Marron, he actually had to pretend to be faithful to Bulma. Bulma stood by him when no one else did. So he again pushed her off and said,

"Look Marron, it was fun, but we can't. Bulma…"

Marron took a step back and angrily said,

"Fine, but I know you'll come crawling back to me. And when you do, I'll be waiting.

Yamcha sighed and rushed outside. He jumped into his white Ford F-350 pick-up truck and called Bulma right away. It rang two times before she picked it up,

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, it's me, Yamcha."

"Oh hey, I was just going to pick you up."

"Uh, I decided to drive myself to school today."

"Um. Okay."

"You okay Bulma?"

"Whatever Yamcha. I know you're not home. I'm sitting in front of your house right now, and I don't see your pick-up truck."

Damn it, he thought. He was busted, unless he could come up with a better lie. And he was pressed for time, so he just said,

"I was with some of the guys last night."

"Fine whatever, I just hope you weren't drinking because the doctor—"

"I know what the doctor said, and trust me, I didn't do anything stupid. I promise. Alright baby, I have to go but I'll talk to you later," and he then snapped his phone shut.

Sir Branson's Academy Parking Lot…
Bulma steered her car into the parking lot of her school. She was fuming, how dare he hang up on her. No one hung up on Bulma Briefs. She was supposed to hang up on them! She then sped off to her normal parking space before any stupid asshole could take it. She parked her car and then turned off the ignition and then slammed her head on the wheel. Why was everything changing, and so fast? What was going to happen? She now found Yamcha as more of a burden then a boyfriend. She wanted Vegeta. And she knew it too.

She slowly got out of her car and looked around to see everything going on around her. She was just thinking how funny it was how life changes so quickly, and doesn't wait up for anyone. Either you're in or you're thrown out. Bulma then proceeded to head towards her group of friends when she heard someone call out from behind her,

"Bulma! Wait up!"

Bulma was relieved to see her friend 18 come up to her. She needed someone to get her mind off of what was going on in her own life right now.

"Hey 18, what's up?"

"Oh nothing, I'm so psyched for the academy ball! Oh yeah, and Chi-chi and I went ahead and went with the whole Royalty/Monarchy theme, because it was the only one we all agreed on! It's going to be GORGEOUS! And today after school we're setting up in the Ballroom, and you ordered the food and such, right?"

"Yeah, don't worry. I haven't completely lost my mind."

"Aww, B. I'm sorry that everything is so… confusing. You know that Chi and I are always going to be there for you. I mean nothing comes before friends!"

"You guys are great, but you have lives. And you guys are great at dealing with yours. So I don't know why I'm having so much trouble with mine. It doesn't make any sense. Before the whole incident I was everything I could be, but now, nothing seems right."

"Well, I know you, and I know you'll go back to being everything that you can be and that everyone else wants to be. You just need to straighten your shit out, and you will! You're amazing, and don't forget it. And you don't need any guys to make you great."

Bulma was about to reply when she saw Krillen, Goku, Chi-chi, Raditz, Marron and Yamcha all gathered around in a circle. The first thought that came to her mind was, where was Vegeta? She thought that he was probably avoiding her because of what happened last night. She couldn't blame him. She didn't even know what she was going to say to him. What could she say? Oh god.

Yamcha went up to Bulma and gave her a peck on the lips, and Marron winced. The sad part was that Marron really liked Yamcha, she did. That was the whole reason she was so interested in fucking with Bulma's mind in the first place. Ever since she could remember, she loved Yamcha, but Bulma always outdid her in everything. Beautiful Bulma. Everyone was always talking about the great Bulma. The only person who saw this wince was Raditz. He gave her a questioning look, and she quickly turned away from him.

Yamcha then put his arms around Bulma's waist. He tried so hard to make them look like the picture perfect couple. But today, Bulma didn't want to be a part of the charade. She didn't even make an effort to pretend anymore. She shrugged away from him. He looked at her oddly and asked,

"Is everything alright baby?"

Bulma looked up. She was thinking that question would have been more appropriate last night, when she needed him to care. He was out doing god knows what, and she was at home feeling like the most worthless scum on the planet, maybe worse. Bulma coldly replied,

"Yes."

Then Chi-chi started talking about the ball,

"Omigod you guys! Bulma, 18, and I planned like the best ball ever!"

Goku then asked,

"Will there be good food there?"

"Don't be silly sweetie, there's always good food there!"

Krillen then laughed and stated,

"Goku, food's always on your brain!"

"Hey man, a guy's got to eat!"

Yamcha stopped listening to what his worthless teammates were saying. He looked up to see Marron who was looking at him seductively. And as for Bulma, her mind was somewhere else completely. Raditz looked up at her and asked her quietly,

"What's wrong Bulma?"

"Oh… nothing. I just haven't been feeling like myself lately, but it'll pass."

"Okay, but if you need to talk, you know I'm here." Bulma looked up at him, smiled gently and replied with a,

"Thanks."

And to her surprise she saw a disgruntled Vegeta walk up to the group and shove his way between Krillen and Goku. He didn't say anything, but stood there with the deepest scowl she had ever seen anyone make. Why did he have to be so angry all the time? She knew he had another side to him, so maybe he was reconciling for what he had shown to her last night. She wouldn't be surprised. But she decided to break the ice by saying in her most sarcastic tone,

"Well, hi Vegeta, we look happy today."

"Shut it woman, I don't need to hear from you right now."

Bulma looked genuinely shocked. She was just messing around with him; he didn't have to be such an asshole about it. Then a wave of concern came over her. Something happened to him this morning, she just couldn't tell what. The bell rang and Vegeta started to walk away from the rest of the group when Bulma turned to Chi-chi and 18 and said,

"Don't wait up for me." And then she immediately ran after Vegeta. She was panting and out of breath when she finally caught up to him and she asked,

"What the hell is your problem!"

He then looked at her and growled. He didn't feel like dealing with this right now, he just wanted to be alone. Was that so hard for people to understand? He just didn't want to be bothered right now,

"Look woman, everything is fine, now can you kindly fuck off?"

"You idiot. There is no way anyone can kindly fuck off, and also there is something wrong. Why was your car still outside of your house at 6:15? I know you leave earlier than I do—"

"Been spying on me woman?"

Bulma was a taken back by that statement. She didn't think her statement would be interpreted that way, but she didn't really think before she made that statement either.

"No, why would I be spying on you! That's just ridiculous. I'm just saying, something just seemed… I don't know, unusual about it, that's all."

"Well, I don't need you or anyone else to care, so fuck off."

"Nope, sorry. I'm not leaving until I know what's wrong, and I'm also getting really tired of you telling me to fuck off. Didn't your parents send you to a proper etiquette school?"

Vegeta was amazed by her persistence. Why did she care so much? He wanted to believe that she cared for him, but it couldn't be true. Especially with that boyfriend in the picture. Again he had to put on a mask of emotion and say,

"Well woman, unlike you, I did not grow up a spoiled little brat. My parents tried to instill real world values into me instead of this bullshit affluent culture crap that you have."

"Hey Vegeta, I know what it's like to have problems, I know what it's like to be let down, I know what it's like—"

"No you don't. You couldn't possibly comprehend the concept of poverty, or the concept of starving to death, or the concept of"

"Fuck you Vegeta! You damn well know I have problems. And what happened to that sweet guy who saved me last night? Where the hell did he go, I want to talk to him—"

"Yeah? Well, you need to learn that you can't always get what you want," he seethed.

"Fine you asshole!"

"Fine you bitch!"

And the both started to walk away, but then turned to each other at the same time and screamed,

"FUCK YOU!"

Student Lounge at Lunch…
Chi-chi looked at Bulma intently. She knew something was deeply troubling her, and she wanted to see if Bulma would spill to her two best friends. There was the usual scene, Chi-chi, Bulma and 18 all sitting together at the gorgeous student lounge on their favorite couch, with their skim vanilla lattes and their plans for the Academy Ball scattered all over the place. Tonight was the big event and Chi-chi was hoping it would go perfectly for them. She tucked some of her raven colored hair behind her ear and finally said,

"Bulma, what the hell is up with you?"

18 then added,

"Yeah, you haven't been yourself lately. We're getting kind of worried."

Bulma looked at her two gorgeous friends and let out a deep sigh. She really wanted to tell them what was wrong, she did. But she didn't want to spend too much time feeling sorry for herself, so she was clearly conflicted. But she decided to be honest with them, because they were always honest with her and she said,

"Oh you guys," and she buried her head into her hands. She felt like she was going to cry, so she tried to contain it. She then went on to say,

"My… my father, he's very sick and in Japan. I… I just don't know what to do. And I don't think I can go to the ball tonight—"

"WHAT!" A shocked 18 and Chi-chi shouted. The whole lounge stopped to look at them. Chi-chi laughed nervously and then barked,

"What the hell are you all looking at!"

And 18 quickly interjected,

"It's PMS." With that the whole lounge went back to what they were doing before. Chi-chi then turned to Bulma again and asked,

"Why may I ask, are you not coming! We have planned this for months!"

Bulma was getting really agitated with her friends. They meant well, but they just didn't understand.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I need to stay at home and wait for the update on my father's condition! I didn't plan on my dad becoming ill, but that's the way it is!"

"Sorry B, I know it must be hard. Well, make a cameo if you can, because we love you, and it won't be the same without you."

Bulma looked up at her friends. They were both holding on to her trembling hands right now. She knew they cared and that they would love her no matter what. She just was also so conflicted with the whole boy situation too. In her mind she repeatedly tried convincing herself of her "love" for Yamcha, but she knew it had gone away. There was nothing left there. Now, they were just there for the sake of being there. Of needing to uphold an image. She was sick of being fake, and sick of trying to please society. For once, she wanted to do what she wanted. And she needed to see Vegeta.

In the Hallway…
Vegeta was hungry—and not for lunch either. He needed someone to fuck, and he needed it right now. He was feeling slightly violent, and slightly angry. This woman wouldn't leave him alone. Even when he was away from her, images of her flooded his mind. Not only did he find himself lusting after Bulma, but he found that he started to feel more then lust. He wouldn't dare admit to love, but he would call it fondness. Which is exactly why he needed a good fuck. He needed to remind himself of who he was, and he didn't want to think about her—at all.

Marron was walking down the hall feeling great disdain for the girl that everyone loved. She needed to get back at her. Fuck Bulma Briefs, why did she get to have it all? And by having it all, she meant having Yamcha. How could she not know that he wasn't faithful. Was she really pathetic enough to believe that he loved her! While Marron was storming down the hall she noticed someone else doing the same. Tanned with jet-black hair—she knew exactly who this was, it was Vegeta.

They eyed each other with the same look of hunger in their eyes. Just as Vegeta was about to pass her, she darted across the hallway and slammed him up against the lockers lined on the wall.

Marron whispered in his ear,

"I saw that look you were giving me."

Vegeta instead of saying anything responds with a lustful kiss. He thought nothing of this wench and certainly wasn't going to start now. She wasn't worth the conversation, and the only thing she was good for was making the woman jealous, and working out his anger (if you know what I mean). They were getting very into their heated make-out session when Vegeta turned Marron so she was up against the lockers instead of him. He then stopped to look at her and said with a devious smirk,

"I like to be the one in control," And then went on to kiss her neck.

Meanwhile, Bulma was scurrying down the hallway to find Vegeta. She wasn't even looking up, she was looking at the ground, and she was figuring out what she was going to say. I mean she had to start being honest with herself, because all the lying made her absolutely miserable. She then looked up to see where she was going and heard Vegeta's voice around the corner and as she was rounding the corner she shouted,

"Vegeta? Is that you?"

She then looked upon the exact scene she didn't want to see. He was all over that stupid whore Marron, again. What did he like so much about her? What made her better then Bulma? Bulma looked to the ground with deep despair and coldly said,

"Oh. Never mind." And kept walking down the hall.

Vegeta immediately pushed off Marron who was in total shock. Marron was starting to get really into kissing Vegeta when he pushed her further into the lockers. Vegeta ran as fast as he could to catch Bulma and shouted,

"Woman—"

An agitated and devastated Bulma, without looking back, shouted,

"My name is Bulma you swine!"

"Fine—Bulma—that wasn't it looked like."

She kept up her pace and muttered,

"Whatever asshole."

He, being much faster than her, finally caught up to her and tried grabbing her arm, but she immediately pulled it back, turned to him and screamed,

"Don't you DARE touch me!"

"By the way you're acting, it seems that you like me." Vegeta sneered. He was hoping that she would tell him that she did like him, but he blew that part. She was pissed, and there was no way she was letting her guard down now.

"No. I don't like scum like you." And Bulma pushed her way out of the school. She desperately needed to collect her thoughts. How could she think that he would like her back? She was still dating someone, and it's wrong to think of loving someone when you're with someone else. It just is. No exceptions, not even for the beautiful Bulma Briefs.

All right, I wrote this chapter, I'm not sure how it's supposed to tie into the story yet, but it will. I'm building the plot… yeah! Tell me if you like it. And what will happen to Vegeta now that he thinks that he blew it? And will he keep trying to pursuit Bulma, or will he finally throw in the towel? And what the hell is going to happen at this Academy Ball! And I hope you guys haven't forgotten about Bulma's dad, and the whole situation with William and Bunny! Until next time…

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