Chi Chi woke before the rest of the counselors, as she always did, to prepare breakfast. After meticulously braiding her hair, she made her way to the mess hall kitchen to get started on everyone's first meal of the day.
She hummed a little tune as walked through the doors, but before she flipped on the lights she was startled by a rustling sound coming from the pantry. The raven haired girl was struck with fear. She suspected an animal, likely a raccoon or something, snuck into the kitchen and was eating their food!
She worried what kind of mess she would have to clean up, how much of the food supply would be compromised, and worst of all, how she would scare the creature away. With a deep breath, Chi Chi steeled herself, grabbed a broom, and crept toward the pantry.
Ready to attack, she flipped the pantry lights on while brandishing her broom. Instead of a raccoon, she found Goku sitting on the floor and munching away on some cookies. He smiled innocently, well as innocently as one who was actually caught with their hand in the cookie jar could.
"What the hell, Goku?" Chi Chi squawked. Though annoyed, a wave of relief washed over her and she loosened her grip on the broom.
"Want one?" Goku offered with his mouth full as he held out a cookie. Chi Chi just laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation and decided to join him on the floor. She took the treat from his hand and had a nibble.
"Don't you think you'll spoil your breakfast?" she asked in a motherly tone.
"I'll always have room for your cooking, Chi Chi," Goku smiled sweetly and she blushed.
"Well, I should probably get started on breakfast," she told him. "Would.. Would you like to help me?" she asked hesitantly.
"I'm no good in the kitchen," Goku laughed, "but I'd be happy to keep you company." He stood and offered his hand to help her up. Chi Chi made breakfast while Goku sat on a barstool across the island from her. The two laughed and chatted all morning, until the others arrived to eat.
During breakfast, Bulma didn't dare look at Vegeta. She was still so confused about thinking that he was going to kiss her, and then being disappointed he didn't. She quietly ate her eggs and mentally prepared for the day ahead.
Her day began at the obstacle course, where she met up with Goku and Krillin. Given the animosity between them at the beginning of camp, Bulma hoped they could get it together by the time the campers arrived. The boys bickered endlessly over the most trivial matters.
After Bulma checked their equipment count and the boys' ability to strap someone in a harness, somehow she got roped into timing them as they ran the course. Apparently, both of them didn't trust the other enough to give an accurate time. Once they each ran the course for a fourth time, Bulma had to call it quits and informed the pair that she had more important things to do.
Bulma visited Eighteen after she dismissed her highly competitive best friend's pleas to time his obstacle course run 'just one more time'. She found the blonde sitting outside the arts hall with a sketch pad in hand.
"Whatcha drawing?" the blue haired girl greeted as she joined Eighteen on the bench.
"Nothing," she replied simply, as closed her sketch pad and hugged it tightly to her chest. Bulma frowned, unsure how to interpret the odd rejection. "Its not you, I just don't really share my art with anyone," she added.
"No worries, I just came to check on your progress with your station. Do you have all the supplies you need?" Bulma asked.
Eighteen described her well stocked closet and the all the projects she planned on having the campers do. Their conversation quickly digressed from campers making friendship bracelets to the latest summer gossip.
"I mean I wouldn't be surprised if the entire men's soccer team was suspended for something like that," Eighteen concluded.
"Whoa," Bulma replied with her eyes wide. Her story seemed totally ridiculous, but the amount of detail Eighteen explained it in made it actually seem believable. The blue haired girl realized she was likely not very informed about the scandals that plagued the halls of their school.
Bulma looked down at her watch and realized it was already time for lunch. "Do you want to head over to the mess hall with me?" she asked the blonde. Eighteen smiled and the two girls trotted down the path together.
After filling her plate with pasta, Bulma took a seat next to her best friend. Goku ate his lunch with more speed and fervor than usual. She was about to ask him what the big rush was, when he jumped up and left the mess hall. 'Whatever,' Bulma thought as she rolled her eyes. She was about to exit the mess hall when Yamcha approached.
"Hey cutie," he greeted. "Are you ready to come checkout my station?" Bulma nodded.
"Great! Then once you're done, you can check me out!" Yamcha flirted as he flexed his bicep for her to see. The blue haired girl smiled, this guy was too much.
"Let's just go," she laughed. Yamcha grabbed her hand and the pair strolled out the door together. Vegeta, who was finishing off his lunch, spotted the pair walking out of the mess hall hand and hand and frowned.
Once Yamcha finished detailing his activities for the campers, he offered to take Bulma out on the lake in one of the canoes.
Yamcha had a hard time pulling the canoe off the rack, but he refused Bulma's help, so she just stood there watched him struggle. Eventually the canoe came free, but he consequently knocked down all the canoes in a sort of domino effect. Bulma gasped and someone else let out a high pitched squeal.
Bulma was in utter disbelief at what the fallen canoes revealed. The squeal came from a startled Chi Chi who was in a rather compromising position with Goku. He was leaned up against the shed that held all the sporting equipment with Chi Chi pressed up against him and his hands on her ass.
Chi Chi's eyes were wide in embarrassment and her cheeks were flushed. She looked from Goku to Bulma and Yamcha, then back to Goku before she slapped him across the face and ran away.
"Text me!" he called after her, completely unperturbed by her assault. "You guys going canoeing?" Goku asked, as if nothing just happened. Bulma stared dumbly at her best friend, his lips were pink and slightly swollen from the vigorous make out session she and Yamcha just interrupted.
"What the hell was that!?" Bulma practically yelled as she pointed in the direction that Chi Chi ran off in. Yamcha came up behind Bulma and put a hand over her mouth. The blue hair girl struggled in his grasp, her angry eyebrows expressing her discontent with being silenced.
"Yes, were going canoeing. We'll see you later Goku," Yamcha said and Goku walked away with a wave. Bulma fumed as Yamcha dragged the canoe to the lake's edge. She sat down and grabbed her oar with a huff while Yamcha pushed them all the way into the water. He jumped in, took his seat, and began paddling.
"Ya know, Bulma, if you're jealous you don't have anyone to secretly make out with, my lips are available," Yamcha said as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She wasn't sure if it was a joke, but it was enough to soften her mood and elicit a laugh.
"I don't know," Bulma shrugged, "Its not that I'm jealous, I guess I'm just sad. He's my best friend and he didn't even tell me that they were involved."
"Yeah, I guess that's pretty crummy," Yamcha sympathized. The two continued to talk as they rowed around the lake, the sun began to set and they sat and admired its beauty.
The sun's bright light waved goodbye as it descended behind the mountain. The sky was filled with dreamy shades of orange and yellow. Bulma felt guilty that she wished she was sharing this moment with someone else.
"Let's head back, we don't want to be late for dinner," Bulma urged before they paddled back to shore. Yamcha pulled the canoe out of the water then turned to Bulma with a sweet smile.
"I really had a great time," he said as he stepped in front of her and gazed into her big, blue eyes. "That sunset was almost as beautiful as you."
Bulma gagged internally. She enjoyed their evening together too, but his cheesy line reminded her of exactly who he was. The guy who always tried to smooth talk the ladies.
She wondered how many times that line had worked for him. Suddenly, he leaned in closer in an effort to kiss her, but Bulma swerved her head just in time for his lips to land on her cheek instead.
"Thanks Yamcha," Bulma said quickly as she backed away, "that was fun." Before he could say anymore, Bulma turned on her heel and scurried away with haste. As she approached the mess hall, Bulma shook her head at the awkwardness of it all.
At dinner she paid closer attention to Goku and Chi Chi's interactions, their gushy smiles, flirty eyes, and secret touching under the table. It was so obvious now! How could she have missed it?
A few hours later, Bulma stood in front of the bathroom mirror and brushed out her blue hair when she heard a knock at the door. She wondered who it could be.
Maybe Chi Chi to discuss her embarrassment from the afternoon? Maybe Goku is finally coming around to dish about his relationship with the raven haired beauty? Or, she feared, was Yamcha attempting again to make some moves on her?
When Bulma opened the door, she was surprised to find that none of her guesses were correct, but rather, it was Vegeta who was standing on her porch. He was wearing navy blue sweatpants and a white tank that showed off his muscular arms.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she greeted with forced casualness. He scratched the back of his head and averted his gaze nervously, as if he was still trying the answer that question for himself.
"I didn't see you much today," Vegeta began hesitantly. Bulma let a small smile cross her face.
"And you missed me?" she teased. His eyes snapped to hers and he frowned.
"I just wanted to see how your leg was doing. That's all," he mumbled. Bulma choked down a giggle. Was he being shy? That seemed so out of character for Mr. Too-Cool-To-Care. His current demeanor gave her hope that what transpired between them last night wasn't imaginary after all.
"Still a little tender, but much better. Thanks again for taking care of me," she replied sweetly. Vegeta nodded softly in reply. He looked like he was about to leave, so she said the first thing she could think of to keep the conversation going.
"You'll never believe what I witnessed today!" Bulma gossiped, "I caught Goku and Chi Chi making out by the sports shed!"
Vegeta gave her an incredulous look. "What's so unbelievable about that?" he asked and Bulma furrowed her brow.
"Are you saying you knew that they were a thing? Has he been talking to you about it?" she interrogated.
"I don't have enough interest in the matter to listen to Goku talk about it," Vegeta scoffed. "But it doesn't take much to figure out what's going on in that simple, little brain of his. Aren't you like his best friend or something? How did you not see it?"
Bulma's frown deepened. She did have her suspicions that they were crushing on each other, but still she figured he would tell her about something this major.
Vegeta noticed his comments seemed to upset her, which only served to make him more uncomfortable. "I'm going to go. I'll see you tomorrow," he said then left before she could protest.
Bulma's mind was conflicted. Half of her was so confused and hurt. She contemplated how she could've upset Goku enough to make him keep secrets. The other half of her was just enjoying the view of Vegeta walking away.