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Buenos/as dias/tardes/noches! I actually hate my Spanish class but it's fun to type.. ahaha.. Any ways so if you guys didn't know already I rewrote chapter one and deleted chapter two of 'Rock 'N Roll Suicide'.. Please give me some feed back on it... Any ways here are my loyal readers who were so gracious as to write me a short sweet review, to brighten my day! Megami, Heiress2thethrone, Yomegagurl, Spini, Cilvanti, Schiza- The- Bad- Saiyan- Lover, Fire Kitten2, Hiei's Dragon, ForeVer- Vegeta's- 12, Vampiress- 06, and Crimson Asylum, thanks guys!

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Staring up into the swirling darkness, Bulma shut her eyes. She hadn't gotten any sleep these past couple days. Not even her usual three hours. Nothing. She was so tired, she was starting to get dizzy. Every time she tried to sleep, nagging thoughts would pry her away right before she slipped into sleep.

She found Yamcha at his book store the night Vegeta told her. He admitted to cheating. He told her the names of the girls he slept with. He then told her how he felt terrible. She didn't even say a word. She only walked up to him. He brought her in a back room and admitted to everything. When he finished she handed him the engagement ring and left. When she got home she took all of his belongings and piled them up in the hallway. A note on the door telling him to leave her the key he had to the apartment, and half of that months rent.

Bulma opened her eyes. The swirling halted and she exhaled. She turned to her night stand. 3: 39 A.M. She sat up in bed and stared at her purse. Her purse was sitting on her vanity, on the edge, threatening to fall. She crawled off the bed and shivered as her bare feet made contact with the cold, hardwood floor. She rubbed her arms as she walked towards her vanity. She grabbed her purse and began to rummaged through it, coming up with her cell phone. She then placed her purse back on the vanity. She took a couple steps towards her bed then jumped onto it, like a seven year old would. Escaping the grasp of the monster of clothing under the bed.

She held down the red phone button until the screen lit to life. She scrolled through her list of contacts. At first she stopped on the one labeled, 'Vegeta'. She stared at it for a moment exhaled then moved down to the one that said 'Chi Chi'. She stared at the clock in the corner of the screen, 3: 42 A.M. Bulma knew that Chi Chi would be up. She had to. Pressing the green button she held the phone to her ear.

Bulma hadn't talked to anyone since she talked to Yamcha. She hadn't come into work. She didn't answer any of her voice mails. She hadn't even released one tear since she was with Vegeta. She closed her eyes as the phone rang a second time. She hadn't told her parents. They didn't know she even got engaged. She felt that it might be less stress if she didn't tell them about the whole dilemma. She would just mention that she broke up with him. That's all. She didn't want too much of a repeat.

"Hey this is Chi Chi. I can't pick up the phone right now. So please leave-"

Bulma hung up on the voice mail and propped up her pillows against her head board. Laying back on the pillows Bulma grabbed her remote and clicked on the TV. What was happening to her felt like a repeat. This was almost the same. Different but at the same time identical. She sighed as she began to flip through the 500 channels that were showing nothing of interest. Stopping on The TV Guide she closed her eyes. The swirling had returned. She shut her eyes as tightly as she possibly could.

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The sheets twisted around Bulma's leg as she turned onto her side. She turned to look into the unmatching eyes of Vegeta. He smirked at her as he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her so their bodies connected. He kissed her lips lightly. "I love you." He murmured as he started at her neck.

Bulma giggled and kissed his cheek. "I love you too." She whispered into his ear as he nipped harder on her neck.

Vegeta then stopped and looked her in the eyes for a moment. "I have something for you." He said as he broke eye contact to roll onto his side, his back to her.

"What is it?" She asked as she heard him grab for his jeans.

"Just wait." He muttered, a hint of frustration in his tone, as he continued his search. He finally stopped and rolled back to face her. Smiling.

Bulma smiled back and kiss his lips, "What is it?"

"Bulma," he said as he held a small box in his fist. "Will you marry me?" He then revealed the golden ring inside of the small velvet box. A decent sized diamond jutted out from the thin banded ring.

Bulma's eyes watered as she hugged him around his neck, "Of course!"

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Bulma opened her eyes slowly. A dim light filtered in through her drawn curtains. Bulma yawned. She had fallen asleep. She turned to face Mickey Mouse. 1: 32 P.M. She had gotten almost ten hours of sleep. She hadn't slept for that long in years. She rubbed the side of her face, the side she had slept on. She stared at the T.V. She had forgotten to shut if off. At the moment the show, 'Look a Like' was playing. A short man with messy dark brown hair was standing in front of a mirror. He was wearing faded jeans and a black leather jacket. He resembled Tom Cruise, minus the crazy glint he has in his eyes.

She hated the shows they showed on the T.V Guide. They were stupid. She would always get distracted by the moronic skits they would play. It was a ploy. A ploy for them to get ratings. They knew these sketches distracted people from figuring out what was on a certain channel, or to try and figure out how many channels were playing 'Everybody Loves Raymond,' that night. It's a lie, Nobody Loves Raymond, and everyone hates T.V Guide. Bulma flipped off the TV.

Pulling herself out from the warm embrace of her down comforter, Bulma headed towards her closet. She opened it and started to flip through her clothes. She had five hours before Vegeta's Christmas party began, and she didn't have anything she would feel good about herself in.

She hadn't really planned on going. She actually planned on eating a couple more bowls of Ben and Jerry's 'Cherry Garcia,' while watching Lifetime movies, and reruns of 'The Simpsons,' to commemorate her fun loving, not at all stressful, childhood.

No. She wasn't going to be stuck in this depressing rut. She was going to that party, and she was going to look good. Which at the moment she felt was impossible, being that she had downed enough chocolate and Ben and Jerry's to make any chubby ten year old content for weeks.

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As she walked back onto the icy streets of the Manhattan, Bulma felt her cell phone, which was placed in her front Jean pocket, vibrate. Indicating that some one was trying to get a hold of her. Switching some bags to her opposite arm, Bulma looked down at the number displayed on the screen. It was Vegeta. Fighting the urge to answer her cell phone with a, 'You made my thigh tickle,' she flipped it opened it with a, "You tickled my thigh." Her rational side had lost that conscious fight of juvenility.

"How old are you?" Vegeta asked trenchantly.

"You shouldn't ask a lady how old she is," Bulma smiled as she continued to walk down the slick side walks.

Vegeta simply grunted in reply. "Where are you?"

"The oh so dangerous streets of Manhattan." Bulma giggled.

Vegeta once again grunted, "Are you going tonight?"

"Why else do you think I would bear the sub zero cold of Manhattan?"

"Hmph. Good."

"Mmhmm. Where are you?"

"Your office."

Bulma frowned, "Why?"

"Because," he started, the familiar squeak of her office chair was then heard. "I was looking for you, and you being the CEO of Capsule Corp. and all, I figured you would be in your office. Also being that there is some sort of Christmas party going on in the employee lounge."

"Yea, well I decide to skip it. And get out of my office!"

Vegeta chuckled, "What are you going to do about it? You're a couple miles away. Besides, I find amusement in the fact that I'm all alone in my top competitors private office."

"Get out!" She yelled at him as she waved down a yellow Ford, muttering, "Capsule Corp," to the driver.

Vegeta chuckled then sneered, "Make me."

Bulma made an exasperated sigh, "You are such a pain in the ass!"

Bulma could almost feel Vegeta's smirk as he answered, "I thought I was a tickle on your thigh." Then he hung up.

Bulma let out another exasperated sigh as she flipped her phone shut, then shoved it in her purse. Burying her face in her hands, she grumbled some inaudible curses.

"Rough day, huh?" Asked the driver, with a stereotypical Italian/New York accent.

"More like week," she grumbled to him as he swerved dangerously close to an expensive looking car. 'Crazy Taxi'. It holds more truth to the name then you would ever be able to fathom.

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As Bulma entered the lobby she noticed a few of her employees wearing Santa hats. Some had Styrofoam cups filled with steaming liquid. Others had cheap wine glasses filled with cheap champagne. As she walked past a group of reindeer, Santa, and Christmas tree sweaters, to get to the elevator, a tall women with a Santa hat approached her.

"Why haven't you been answering any of your phones?" She asked in an angry tone.

"Sorry Juu," Bulma muttered as she pressed the up arrow for the elevator.

Juu let out an annoyed sigh, "What happened?"

They both entered the elevator. "Yamcha and I broke up." Bulma stated in monotone, as the elevator ascended.

Juu gasped. "I'm so sorry B, are you going to be okay?" Juu tried to sympathize.

Bulma just nodded then said, "Yea, it's all right. I'm over it." She exited the elevator and entered her already occupied office.

She glared at Vegeta. He was seated at her big, comfy, leather, office chair. His expensive, dirty, leather shoes propped up on top of her, once spotless, desk. On her desk sat two empty, and one half filled, cheap wine glasses. A Santa hat flopped lazily to one side as it covered the top portion of his ebony flame. His suit jacket draped across the back of her office chair, and her PDA in the palm of his hand. The thin wand between his thick fingers, scrolled through her personal agendas. Somebody had certainly made themselves at home.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Bulma seethed through clenched teeth.

Vegeta glanced at her for a moment then back down to her PDA. He shrugged then said, "You took too long. So, I took the liberty of offering myself some of this tasteless champagne, and adding a few extra stops to your PDA. I'm not done yet, so give me a few more minutes." He then snickered at his handy work, as he looked over the 'extra stops' he had already assigned Bulma.

Bulma's eyes were widened and not blinking. "Get out." She commanded as she snatched her PDA from his grasp. "Get out!" She yelled at him again as she pointed to the door.

He leaned his head back and smirked up at her. His black and blue eyes smiled at her. He then placed the thin neck of the cheap wine glass between his fingers. He held it up to her and said, "I think some one needs an early Happy Hour."

Bulma closed her eyes, "Vegeta, please. Just go."

Vegeta rolled his unmatching eyes then tipsily stood. "Fine woman. I'll leave." He then grabbed his suit jacket, and slung it over his left shoulder. He started towards the door then asked, "You're still going, right?"

Bulma sighed, "Yea, I'm still going to go."

He turned around and smiled at her, "Good." Then he wobbled out.

Bulma exhaled again then plopped down into her office chair. It rolled back slightly and she leaned her head back into the soft leather. Closing her eyes she rubbed her temples. She was starting to get a headache. Vegeta had smiled. He hardly smiled, he only smirked. He only smiled when he wasn't being sarcastic and was truly happy. Not a, 'ha ha you're in pain' sort of happy, but a normal, cheerful, happy.

Pulling her head up she looked at her desk. She noticed now that there weren't just two empty wine glasses, but four. She shook her head. Vegeta had also flipped through her papers. She started to place them back in order when she looked over at her PDA. "I wonder what 'extra stops' he gave me." She muttered this as she picked it up. Scrolling through it she read them aloud to herself. "January first, go to Vegeta's business partner's New Years party. January second, Vegeta wants blueberry pancakes for breakfast, ;), winky face," she couldn't help but smile. "January third, file Vegeta's unfilled papers. January fifth, go t," he had stopped there. She rolled her eyes and placed it back on her desk. "What an ass."

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Alright that was Chapter Eleven! I hope you liked it.. Now this is presumably the second to last chapter, meaning that the next is most likely going to be the last.. It's sad :( .. ahaha.. Any ways the next chapter I garuntee will be the longest. Also, I might write a epilogue, but I'm not sure yet.. So yea, um please review this chapter! Thanks, and have a wonderful day!

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