Hello again, MoonPryncess here! It has been a really long time since I have written a chapter for this story, but no I have not forgotten about it. I was just so busy and then I was vacationing a lot this summer. But now that most of that has died down, I am inspired to write! Anyhow, thanks to onni, Gothic Bulma, Lady Dark Angel, Vampiress-06, Sensation0023, bV, lenk, porcelain87, and Calbalistic for reviewing the last chapter… now on with the story!

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

Tear stains and a broken girl, an all too familiar sight she saw while gazing into the mirror. Bulma sat in her room feeling what was surprisingly not sadness. No, this was something different. Was it anguish? No, it wasn't anything really. She felt numb to everything around her. She didn't even know what to feel anymore. It felt like everything around her was falling apart. She looked around her room to find pictures of her and this guy she felt she didn't even know anymore. Her and Yamcha were dying and she knew it. Yamcha just didn't understand her like he did. But she knew what he was doing right now… or who he was doing. Suddenly her cell phone started to ring. It was all too familiar to her; her ring tone was the song Such Great Heights by The Postal Service. She then leaned over her dresser to pick it up,

"Hello?" She was monotone, reflecting the numbness she was feeling.

"Hey babe! Ready for the big night?"

And suddenly Bulma's stomach sank. First of all, she was praying that the call would be from Vegeta, and second of all, she did not want to go to the ball tonight. Bulma wandered over to her full-length mirror over by her Armour. She looked at herself in the mirror once again, and her eyes were puffy because of the tears she cried. She then began to examine herself a little closer, and she found nothing. She was wearing no expression, but she was still as beautiful as ever. After a few moments of silence she replied to Yamcha,

"Um… I don't know if I'm coming tonight."

"But babe… you planned it! Besides it wouldn't be a party without my favorite girl…"

And he continued on. Bulma started to just block out his meaningless words. It was always the same, nothing new. While he kept going on, she opened the Armour and pulled out the dress she was supposed to wear to the ball. It was a gorgeous pale blue dress (it looked almost white). Strapless and tight fitting at the top, it gradually went out towards the bottom and was made of silk and satin. She laid it down on the bed and admired it for a few minutes. The only thing she wanted right now was for that stupid Vegeta to ring her damn doorbell and take her to the ball. She wanted to feel like Cinderella or some type of majestic princess. But she snapped out of her trance when Yamcha started yelling,

"Bulma! Babe? HELLO?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm here."

"Were you even listening to anything I was saying?"

And before Bulma had the chance to respond he went on to say,

"Bulma, are you sure you're not coming?"

"I didn't say I wasn't coming for sure. But unless it is absolutely necessary for me to be there, then no, I do not think that I will be there."

"Alright babe, I'll give you a call later!"

"Yeah whatever." And she snapped her phone shut. She threw her phone on the bed and sat on her bed next to her gorgeous dress. She then picked it up and headed over to the mirror. She held it up on front of her, as to see how it may look on her, but she knew she didn't want to go. She definitely didn't want to see him with her. But her mother was presenting something with Vegeta's grandfather, so she didn't know what was going to happen with that. She kept thinking about Vegeta, and it needed to stop. She knew what he was thinking about. Stupid, fucking Marron, that dumb bitch she hated.

The Limousine…
Chi-chi, 18, Goku, Krillen, Raditz, Marron, and Yamcha were all sitting in the limo in an awkward silence. Chi-chi was obviously in a horrible mood and was not saying a word to anyone. Her arms and legs were crossed on her expression was death. She felt like murdering Yamcha. How could he not try harder to convince Bulma to come? She knew of Bulma's father's condition, and she knew that she should have been a little more understanding of it. It was just she just really wanted her best friend to be there. I mean, she knew 18 was going to be there, but her and B were so close, it wouldn't be good without her. And also that stupid slut Marron was all over Yamcha, and he wasn't exactly pushing her off.

Chi-chi was getting so tired with the situation that she finally broke the silence by saying in her iciest tone,

"Hey Marron, where is your date? Because it seems like you are giving a lot of attention to Yamcha and oh wait… he's dating someone! That's right. Are you just going to forget Bulma exists because she isn't in this fucking limo! Huh? Someone please answer me that!"

Goku tried calming her down by putting his arm on her back as to console her, but there was no stopping Chi-chi, once she was on a rampage, it would just have to die down on it's own. And it looked like it wasn't going to die down soon. Yamcha shot back at Chi-chi,

"Do you see me making out with Marron? No, so shut your fucking mouth!"

This comment however pissed off Goku, severely. How dare Yamcha talk to any woman like that, let alone his girlfriend? Goku then turned to Yamcha and said,

"Dude, speak to her like that one more time and I swear to GOD, I will beat the living hell out of you!"

Yamcha shut up immediately and pushed Marron off of him. He may have had pride but if there was one thing he knew, it was that Goku was one of the only people who really could beat the crap out of him. Chi-chi was sitting next to Goku with a victorious smirk on her face. She then turned to Marron again and asked,

"No, but seriously, where is Vegeta? I mean he was your date… right?"

"Well, uh, actually no. He wasn't ever supposed to be my date—"

"So you just fucked him and then he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you?"

Marron was shocked by this sudden attack on Chi-chi's part and she stuttered like an idiot,

"Uh… no… not—not ex-exactly—"

And before she could even finish her statement 18 decided to cut in and say,

"You know Marron, I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Vegeta may be arrogant, but he's a pretty smart guy, he probably sees you for the worthless whore that you are."

Yamcha was sweating in his seat. He knew he was already in enough trouble with these girls, but he had the sudden urge to stick up for Marron. She may have not been girlfriend material of any kind, but they did have a couple of nice nights together. He didn't think she was that bad. Even if she stooped as low as fucking the new guy.

Then he slammed his fist against the side of the limo, and everyone inside of it jumped up. At that point Chi-chi was both scared and furious. She looked up into Yamcha's eyes to see anger protruding out of them. His dark, tan skin had all of these veins poking out. She could tell he was tense, and she was ready to push all of his buttons.

Then all of the sudden Raditz slapped Yamcha on the back and roared out,

"Relax buddy! We're about to get to the ball and ruining your night on a chick fight is pretty lame."

However, this angered Yamcha even more and he slapped Raditz's arm back and yelled out,

"Stay the fuck out of this man!"

Krillen was getting nervous and wanted to keep the peace in the limo, which didn't seem to going very well. In attempt to calm things down he added,

"Dude, I know of some pretty cool after parties, so why don't you just calm down! Besides, a party isn't a party without our best captain!"

Yamcha began to get more relaxed and he thought about it. His teammates really knew how to stroke his ego, and that's just the way he liked it. It comforted the ever-growing fears of this new kid taking everything that was currently his.

Then all of the sudden the limo came to a nice slow stop. They had finally arrived.

William's Mansion…
Bunny giggled as she was sitting out in William's pool in her navy blue and white bikini. The chest was very low cut—as to show off her assets, and the bottom was dangerously low. The moonlight was reflecting the pool water giving her this mysterious glow.

William looked at Bunny with a look of sensuality. He never would or could love this woman, but why waste the time with her doing nothing but looking. He then walked over to her to be surprised with a little splash of water.

She looked up at him with eyes that—if you didn't know any better—would portray innocence. She was flirting with him, but not in an overly sexual way, as she did with Veg. She felt less to prove around with William, because there he was, feeling the same thing. Lonliness.

He then spoke and asked,

"What did you do that for?"

And she stood up and walked up to him and said,

"Because I'm having fun, and you should too. Your work has made you into a serious man, and I think you need some lightening up!"

She gave him a bright smile that was completely genuine. Then she walked towards the stairs leading to the inside and asked him,

"Can I fix you a drink?"

William gave a brilliant smile and took in her gorgeous figure before he replied,

"Sure."

Vegeta's Mansion…
Vegeta looked himself in the mirror one more time just to see if everything was in place. He put on his dark black Prada loafers with his all-black suit made by Burberry, which was perfectly tailored to his fit body. On a near-by dresser, in a box with a blue ribbon around it, lay a corsage made from beautiful white roses.

Vegeta anxiously paced around his room, and had a million thoughts going through his head. What if she would reject him? Would she just slam the door in his face, or would she let him speak? But the worst thought that came to mind was, what if she had already gone… with him?

Finally he realized that there would be no way he was ever going to figure it out by standing in his room like a coward. No, he had to go over to her house and simply try. Because if there was one thing he wasn't, that was a quitter. He was aware that fucking that idiot Marron probably ruined most of his chances of being with her, but still, there was a little feeling telling him he needed to go. Because if he didn't, he knew that he would regret it.

So Vegeta hurriedly ran down the spiral stair case that lead into his main hall. He then ran from the main hall into the kitchen, which had a door leading into his grand yard. Still running, he went through the yard and around his pool and he kicked open the fence bordering both his and her yards.

All of the sudden he was drawn to a dead stop. He took a small and quick breath to calm his nerves. Then he took a step forward towards her pool where he had picked her up before. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent, it was all around him. He couldn't seem to get away from her, and now he was so close. He wanted to charge in there like a gallant warrior, but would she even be there? Slowly, he took another step towards the pool. More memories of her looking so battered and broken came back and he looked around him once more.

Suddenly he broke into an all-out sprint as he ran past her pool and into her beautiful stone palace. The glass door from the kitchen leading into the pool area was wide open, and he took this as some god sent sign to go in. Again, he came to another halt as his nerves started to catch a hold of him. He was now in the house staring up her grand staircase. And he knew he had to ascend these steps in order to see her, but his little fears were holding him back. Then all the confirmation he needed came in sight, her white silk shoes.

Bulma's Room…
Bulma was lying all by herself in her queen sized bed staring at her cell phone, while her portable house phone was lying near-by. In case anyone called her. But the problem was, she didn't want just anyone to call her, so why did she even bother? The more she felt she dwelled on the subject, the more pain it brought her. She just couldn't deal with the fact that he liked someone better than her. And she felt so ashamed of herself. How could she expect him to want to be with her when she was already seeing someone else? Yeah, Yamcha wasn't a perfect person, but neither was she. This was a fact that people seem to constantly forget.

Bulma was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that Vegeta had entered the room. She still lay down peacefully, exhausted by her own thoughts of pain.

Vegeta, still being at the doorway stepped closer to where she rested. With each step he started feel more anxiety, something he wasn't used to feeling. He wasn't confident as usual, no, she made him feel so unsure. Again, another step closer, and so forth until he reached the side of her bed.

Bulma felt someone's presence, and she figured it was someone she didn't care to talk to, such as her mother or Yamcha. She was pretending to be asleep and deliberately facing away from the mystery person in order to make them go away. Then, she felt a warm gentle touch on her back, and felt as if a small box was placed directly in front of her face. She figured it was Yamcha trying to convince her to go to the dance because he had an "image" to uphold. Bulma started to quickly turn while yelling,

"Yamcha I thought I told—" But then something amazing happened. She realized it wasn't Yamcha she was talking to, but someone else. Vegeta then placed a hand upon her face, and she took his hand with her own and whispered,

"Is this a dream?"

Vegeta smirked and relaxed. From that one comment alone, he knew that she didn't hate him. She could now tell him that she thought he was the scum of the earth as many times as she wanted, but he knew, there was something more. He then looked in her azure eyes and said,

"You certainly don't look ready to go to the ball I planning on taking you to."

Bulma got a little ticked off by this comment. Why did he always have to ruin these moments for her? This was a sweet, innocent and romantic moment and he ruined it! She stood up and quickly paced to the other side of the room and snapped,

"Well buddy, who said I wanted to go to the ball with you anyways? After that shit you pulled after school, why would I ever want to see you again?"

"Hey woman, who are you calling buddy? And you want to see me. I just know."

"Oh okay, you believe this because… what? You're answer made absolutely no sense! I mean, here you are… in my room! H-How did you get in here anyways? Honestly Vegeta, you can't just barge into my house! I could have you arrested for trespassing or something… I don't know! But now you are not only in MY house, but you're telling me what I want? It makes no sense—"

"You know, it doesn't always have to make sense. Some things you just have to let happen."

Bulma gave him a funny look and internally agreed. She wanted to go with him so badly, so why was she fighting this? This is almost exactly what she wanted to happen. But she didn't want to forgive him so easily either. This is where the internal battle began.

Vegeta could see the battle she was fighting within herself, and he knew that he needed to make her lose all of her doubt. He went over to her and pulled her in close to his face by her waist and rested his forehead upon hers. He then said without any type of masked front,

"Go to the ball with me."

Okay, I haven't written for this story in a long time, so this is a shorter chapter. I want to see if people will still read this story and if they like what's going on. Anyways, until next time…

MoonPryncess