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A/N: Here's the next chap! big Big BIG THANKS to Christine for Proof Reading! Thanks to the last chapter's reviewers! And here ya go! Enjoy!

Picture Perfect

So Close

Aoi Megami

"Aughh!" Bulma screamed. She and Vegeta were inside the movie theater watching "Exorcist: the Beginning'"

"Hahahaha!" Vegeta laughed. It was just like old times. Vegeta laughed with his arm around Bulma; her head buried in his neck to avoid seeing the scary part. "Woman, you gotta see this." He told her. The arm around her shoulder shook and urged her to look up.

"No Vegeta, leave me alone." She whined. Vegeta merely laughed and continued watching the movie.

"Wow!" Bulma said as she gazed at the blue dress on the window. "It's beautiful." She sighed.

And Vegeta watched her, still not saying anything, just like old times. He growled at passerby's who looked at him strangely; Vegeta carried a number of shopping bags around both of his arms.

"Come on Vegeta!" Bulma called as she went inside the store. Vegeta grumpily followed her. He sat down at a chair and waited for Bulma to come out from the fitting room. She emerged minutes later, wearing the beautiful blue gown. She spun around and modeled it for him.

"What do you think?" she asked. She continued modeling it. She stopped when no answer came, no comment or anything. She turned to look at him. Vegeta was staring wide eyed at her, his mouth open.

He composed himself and cleared his throat.

"It looks great." He complimented. Bulma smiled. He looked away to avoid her blue eyes. She went up to him and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. Vegeta's eyes widened and turned to look at her, the smile on her face still there.

"Thanks Vegeta." She said and went back to the fitting room. Vegeta touched the cheek where her lips made contact.

She emerged from the fitting room, minutes later, in her normal clothes; a white tank top and a skirt, with black boots and her jacket tied around her waist. The blue gown resting on one arm, he watched as she walked up to the counter to purchase it.

She motioned to him for them to leave and he happily got up and followed her out of the store, another shopping bag added to the load on his right arm.

"Can we eat now?" Vegeta asked, still following her. "It's seven thirty and all I've had today was cereal! You didn't eat a thing!"

"I know." She sighed. She turned around to face him. "How 'bout some Italian food?"

"What else is there?" he asked, and Bulma laughed out loud.

Minutes later they found a great place to eat: a Pizza parlor. After an hour and a half of eating, they both left the restaurant and Bulma led the way.

"Oh wow look at that!" she pointed to a window where a long black gown was modeled. It had a slit right up to its hips, and a glittery black color. She was about to go in to check it out when her cell phone began to ring.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Bulma!" Chichi said through the other line.

"Chi, your wasting precious minutes of my shopping time."

"With who!?" Chichi asked. She knew Bulma never went shopping without anybody to accompany her.

"Vegeta." She said.

"Wha-" she said, utterly speechless.

"Vegeta." She repeated again. "Now what is it?"

"You have to come back here to the hotel!" Chichi finally said urgently, remembering the reason why she called in the first place.

"Why!?"

"It's an emergency and Diana's really pissed off." She said before she abruptly hung up.

"Oh man!" Bulma said as she stared at her phone.

"What is it?!" Vegeta asked, with his usually 'non-caring but want to know what's going on' tone.

"That was Chichi. Said we have to get back to the hotel, something about an emergency and Diana being very mad." She informed him. "And I so want that dress." She stared longingly at it before leaving, Vegeta hot on her trail.

"So how's your mom Vegeta?" Bulma asked. She and Vegeta walked back to the hotel, about three blocks away.

"Never better." He answered. "Can't stop asking about you."

"What do you tell her?" Bulma hesitated to ask, but finally did.

"The usual." He shrugged. "I don't know, think she's fine, or why don't you watch the T.V. and see for yourself." He said.

"Oh." She said in response.

"And she wanted me to tell you that if it's alright, you come visit her sometimes." He said.

"I will. So how 'bout your dad?" she asked.

"Busy."

"You two getting along okay?"

"You know we don't" he said as he turned his face away, for her not to see the arousing emotions. Bulma ran up and hugged him. Vegeta nearly dropped the shopping bags on his arms. He looked down at her, he could remember everything, the warmth of her skin, her gentle touch, her scent, the smell of her hair, everything. He hesitated but then dropped the bags and returned the embrace.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "I should've been there for you." She cried.

"It's alright." He tried keeping a straight face. Bulma looked up at him, and Vegeta looked down, gazing at her bright blue eyes.

The depths of their faces closed and both could feel each others' breath. Their noses touched and lips slightly brushed. But before they could open their mouths, a light flashed and a car honk interrupted them. They withdrew from each other and Vegeta grabbed the fallen shopping bags on the ground. They both looked at the person inside the car.

"Diana?" Bulma asked in disbelief, the last person who would ever interrupt them, and there she was. But why don't I want to be interrupted, I should be happy, right?

"Get in," she commanded, snapping Bulma out of her thoughts. "NOW!" she snapped.

"Alright." Bulma said. Vegeta popped the trunk open and placed all the shopping bags in it.

"What's going on?" Vegeta asked as he got on the back seat, Bulma on the passenger's side.

"We have a problem," Diana said, and then looked at Bulma. "Concerning you!" she said and drove of straight to the hotel.

"What did I do?" Bulma asked.

"Oh, you'll see." She said.

"Yamucha!?" Bulma stared at her boyfriend for a long time. He smiled at her and walked up, kissing her on the lips, right in front of an angry Vegeta.
Everybody was gathered around the lobby, excluding Diana's assistant.

Vegeta's brows slit together. He watched with intense jealousy, though he didn't admit it, as he saw Yamucha squeeze the life out of Bulma.

"I'm tired." Vegeta said and got up from the couch, located in the lobby. "I'm going up to my room." He said and left with Bulma's shopping bags. "I'll bring these up for you." He said without looking at her and left the group.

"Thanks Vegeta." Bulma called after him. Vegeta merely grunted.

"I'm going to sleep too." Yamucha yawned.

"Wh-where exactly?" Bulma stuttered.

"In our room silly." He said walking after Vegeta.

"Our room?" Bulma repeated once he was out of earshot.

"Fortunately for you, he'll be sharing a room with you and Vegeta." Diana said coldly.

"Don't snap at me like that!" Bulma said, standing up from her seat. "You put us all through this so DEAL with it!" Bulma snapped at her.

"I will if he isn't here!" Diana said, following Bulma's gestures.

"Why Diana? Forgot to put 'NO VISITORS ALLOWED' in the contract!?" Bulma snapped once again.

"Bulma…" Chichi started. But Bulma ignored her.

"I didn't and I wish I had!" Diana responded back, also ignoring Chichi.

"Diana, get this through your thick skull!" Bulma half yelled, reaching the peak of really losing her temper. "Vegeta and I are OVER!" she yelled. "OVER!" she repeated. Diana took a step back. "Nothing you do will ever make us want to be together again!" she yelled, tears streaming down from her tired blue eyes.

"Bulma, I..." Diana said with a much softer voice.

"NO!" Bulma screamed. "Never will I listen to your phony pathetic stories and your fake sympathetic…" Bulma stopped shocked, when Diana slapped her in the face.

"Oh my god!" Chichi covered her mouth once Diana's hand made contact with Bulma's face. Bulma stared at the ground before her, her vision was blurry, due to the tears.

"I never, ever lied to you Bulma Briefs." She hissed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" a voice interrupted them. Both women turned to face a shocked Vegeta, after witnessing everything and every word that had been said. He decided to come back down to the lobby, since he didn't want to be in the same room as Yamucha.

"Vegeta.." Bulma blushed. She wondered how long he had been standing there or how long he had been listening.

"Don't you ever fucking touch her!" Vegeta snapped at Diana."And why do you care Vegeta Ouji!?" Diana asked, temporarily losing her temper. "You don't love her anymore, remember?!" she snapped.

"Diana that's just it." Bulma whispered. "Vegeta and I may have broken up but we're still friends." She explained. Diana shook her head in disbelief, knowing that Bulma was lying.

Vegeta looked at her in shock. He stared at her for a few moments and then jammed his hands in his pockets, grunted something incoherent, and stalked off.

Bulma watched him go. She must've hurt him. She looked back to Diana, who had tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You love him." She whispered. "Yet you won't tell him." She shook her head, the tears continually flowing. "Why are you doing this to him!?"

"I have a boyfriend," Bulma started. "His name is Yamucha," she paused and her cold eyes pierced through Diana's. "Not Vegeta!" her voice was shaking. "I lo..." she choked. "I lo..." she choked again, she then thought of Vegeta. "I love him!" she said. "It's for the best." Bulma said and turned her back to Diana and quickly exited the room.

"We'll go see if she's alright." Chichi said as she motioned for 18 to go with her.

"And we'll go see if Vegeta's alright." Goku said, and he and Krillin left the room.

Outside the hotel,…

"Hey Vegeta!" Goku called, finding his friend out in the garden.

"What do you want?" he asked, taking a sip from the can of beer he bought.

"We…er….um…" Krillen stuttered.

"We just wanna know if you're alright…" Goku started. Vegeta spoke suddenly, interrupting him.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Vegeta quickly snapped.

"I… um…" Goku said.

"Get out of my sight!" Vegeta screamed. "Do you actually think that that wench can do anything to harm me!?"

"No… it's just that…." Krillen started.

"NOTHING!" Vegeta yelled, losing his temper. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

"Bulma?" Chichi and Juu entered the girls bathroom. Once in, Juu grabbed a chair and stuck it under the door knob.

"Are you in here!?" Juu called afterwards and continued walking in.

"Yeah." Bulma sniffed and emerge from one of the bathroom stalls.

"Are you gonna be alright?" Chichi asked, as she went to hug her.

"No." Bulma croaked. "He probably hates me even more." She cried.

"But B, I thought you don't have feelings for Vegeta anymore?" Juu asked.

"I," she thought for something to answer back on her friend's statement. "I don't know." She whispered. And that was all she had to say. Her friends understood, all they did was hugged her and let her cry.

A/N: Here it is! Done and done. Hope you all like and another big thanks to Christine for Proof Reading my Story! And i hope this makes up for the long time i haven't updated.