Hee hee hee hee. I feel cool about these reviews, guys. I like them. Keep them coming, pleases because it gets me in an EXTRAVAGANT mood. Ha. Time for some big words now.

Rating For This Chapter: PG-13-Language, and I think that's all. Adult humor too-Roshi opens his mouth in this chap.>

Note: Next chapter is Lucky Chapter Fifteen for you B/V fanatics because YES THEY WILL MEET. Not that they'll get along of course, I'm not saying that. But there will be tension in the air. Count on it. Oh, and new addition to the group besides Veggie.

'-thinking

"-speaking

Italics are for vocal emphasis and flashbacks. Translation: Angry people and memories.

Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC

She woke up with a start, sunshine flooding into her newborn eyes, which then made them burn. She rolled her eyes once they were fully awake and climbed out of bed. She sighed when she looked at the Clock of Treachery, it was past noon. She immediately picked herself up and scurried into the shower, hoping her day would be much more exciting than it recently had been the last, oh, five years.

Her shower went by quickly. She peered at her reflection in the circle she made in between the fogged up mirror. Today was the big day.

She woke up as a nineteen year old.

She felt not old, but...advanced experience-wise. She saw it as...she had made it this far without any sort of extraordinary conveniences. But she still felt that depressed little bubble bursting inside of her when she thought about the one thing she had been wishing for all of her life.

Marriage.

Or at least Engagement.

She knew of twenty year olds that were already pregnant.

Nonetheless, she decided that she was much morespecial than those empty headed, pregnant cheerleaders with their jock husbands from the hell of highschool. And then she would go on with her day. And that was her morning procedure for the last, oh, three years.

She walked into an empty kitchen. Well, she actually stopped at the doorway. She waited, her eyes drifting to the ceiling. One, two, three...

"SURPRISE BULMA!"

Still, she couldn't help but smile a little bit. At least they cared.

Oolong, Roshi, Tien, her parents, Goku, a visibly pregnant ChiChi, Launch, and...of course, Yamcha. She greeted all of them with a hug. And Yamcha, a peck on the cheek. He was still something to her even though he didn't live with her or anything.

At the table in the middle of the dining room lay the biggest birthday cake Bulma had ever laid eyes on. Goku looked even brighter than she did. 'There are too many candles, I cannot be that old already,' Bulma thought in gentle sarcasm. She had learned that being gentle with thy self was better for the soul than getting all hot and bothered about life's conspiracies.

She blew the candles after the gang sang offkey to the birthday song. As light and joyful she felt, she still couldn't help but smack Roshi one when he shouted perversely,"I wonder what else she blows!"

As everyone dug into the cake, Bulma went over to Yamcha, wrapping her arms around him, smelling him, and she still coudn't remember how it felt before, when they lived in the same house together. Even after her parents got back from the long trip,they were still on the friendship level. It wasn't until she was fifteen that they had decided to give it a try. And it was her sixteenth birthday night that she had given herself to him.

And she was also surprised at the fact that she wasn't pregnant afterwards. But she wouldn't dwell on the past right now. She would enjoy the time she had with the people she had met upon pure fate, and had fallen in warm, brotherly AND sisterly love with dramatically.

And she actually said that in her little birthday speech. After she glared at Roshi for suggesting she give them a table dance on the cake.

As Tien, Launch, Oolong, and Roshi were leaving, ChiChi pulled her aside with urgency in her face. Bulma was a little puzzled.

"What is it Chi?"

"Um, I-I just wanted to tell you...How much you mean to me."

Bulma gave a stupified grin," Is this a joke?"

"No...I can't give you the details just yet. Goku and I aren't completely sure, but I just want to tell you that I care alot about you, okay?"

"O-Okay Chi. What is it? Can I know?"

She shook her head," No. You can't. But we'll come to you once we find out. Bye Bulma. Happy Birthday."

Then ChiChi left the apartment despite Bulma's curious protests. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see Goku approaching her.

"Hey, Bulma. Happy Birthday."

He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead and left. Bulma was speechless at how...compassionate that peck was. As if he knew he would never see her again.

She could only hope that they had made a misunderstanding about something.

Enter:Prince Vegeta /Location: Unknown

He could feel it coming. With only days at his dispense, he had no knowledge of what was to come. He had changed very much in the last six years. He had grown much more stable in the mental and physical departments, as well as controlling his emotions. But he was still far off from achieving Super. Very far off, and how it angered him so when he thought of it.

But he had business to take care of. He had very much remembered the girl that had basically started everything. She was the reason for which he was even on that planet and on the run from Frieza. She was the reason Zarbon was dead and she's the one that set him on this journey to find power and strength. Also, a journey for her.

He was to find her and tap into that powerful knowledge that she so easily possessed. It probably was considered 'using' her, but what did he care? He had gone through all of that after he had met her, so he had every right to do as he pleased. He was after all, the Prince of the Saiyans. And just because his race had been dominated and decieved by his father's arch enemy didn't mean that he shouldn't recieve the treatment he got prior to their downfall.

He stood on that cliff, looking out at the ample supply of nature. He had found many delicacies down in that forest, even the foliage sufficed for a nourishing meal. He was quite used to it, the food-soughting methods when you were stuck in nature. That's all he knew when he would go off with Nappa to purge the planets. How fond those memories were of destruction and mayhem, and how much he wanted more of it after this difficult six-year period of deprivation.

He could easily tell he wouldn't be returning to this planet, and he could tell that its useless fate was to be tattered by some other mindless idiot who thought himself better than the mighty Prince. So he decided to have fun with it, no remorse nor pity was harbored by his hard heart as he did so.

When the fiery flames had scattered and destroyed along its trail of burning agony, a smirk grew on his features, his veins pulsing with excitement and satisfaction. He wanted to meet the girl though before the plague hit. And he wouldn't accomplish anything by sitting here and watching his work of art.

So off he went in search of his SpacePod, knowing it wasn't to be burnt because of its high technological format. He found it quickly and entered it after lowering to the ground, that replenishing feeling of high superiority dissolving but not gone yet. He entered the ship and launched off to Planet Earth, awaiting the next chain of events to unfold before him.

Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: CC

She sighed as she combed her fingers through her hair, turning to see Yamcha and her mother...conversating about something. At least, Yamcha was trying to, and was obviously under extreme pressure. And her mother was obviously pulling her little flirtacious stunts. Bulma sweatdropped, finding it only typical. But it was still agitating.

"Mom, will you kindly clean everything up, please? It's time for me and...him to-catch up on everything," She told her mother quickly, smiling from Yamcha to her mother.

"Oh sure! But Yamcha if you ever do get lonely, come on back over here!" Her mother squealed.

"Um, alright Mrs. Briefs...Sure will," He replied nervously, Bulma rolling her eyes as her mother went along.

"Hey, let's go in the living room." Bulma suggested before he followed her there. He sat across from her on the opposite couch. She took in a breath before giving him a tired smile.

"So...How've you been?" She asked.

"Oh, fine. You?"

She smiled and nodded,"Have you found anyone yet? Anyone...special?"

His eyes went down for a second as he shook his head," Nah. I've been training alot and...I dunno. No desire for it again, you know?"

She nodded solemnly again," Not the whole mess again."

He was taken back,"No..No I didn't mean it-"

"It's okay. I'm not offended, I already know because that's how I feel. If you think I'm looking, guess again."

"So, what did ChiChi say that got you all...upset?"

"Oh, not much. She said that she and Goku thought something really terrible might happen in the next three days. Go figure."

"Well, I hope. It's gotten really boring in the past few years, well, besides King Piccolo and such."

Her face turned stunned,"What! You want something to happen to the Earth!"

"No. I'm just bored."

"So what! Putting everyone's life in danger just to solve your own boredom-that's-that's SAVAGE Yamcha!"

He rolled his eyes," Do you see what I'm talking about? You put EVERYTHING out of proportion!"

Her face fell as she rested her shoulders, her eyes looking at the ground and then at him,"Well, whatever. You still...shouldn't think like that. That's almost totally Goku-style."

He chuckled,"I don't think I'll get THAT far, Bulma. But what do you think they meant by something terrible?"

She shrugged," I dunno. An earthquake, a thunderstorm. Both. I just hope it's not too destructive. And I...I'm little scared that...I might die."

He stared at her, seeing this as a rarely sane moment for Bulma Briefs.

"I just pray that my recurring nightmare doesn't come true and I die cold...and alone...and single. I mean, I would like to at least be married. Let alone have kids before I pass on."

He nodded, understanding her desires for marriage.

"And..." She continued,"I think that's the problem with hanging around with you and Goku and the gang because you guys just flirt with disaster WAY too much!"

He smiled, she was back to that irrational, displeased scientist that he had always known.

He got up, knowning he had an early morning because Bulma would have his head if he didn't find a job tomorrow. Maybe he'd surprise her. She stood as well, following him to the door. He stopped and turned to her before opening the door.

"Hey Bulma?"

"Yeah."

He gave her a serious look, almost solemn with desperation,"Do you think...we could try again?"

She returned his soft gaze with a solemn look of her own, stern and decisive,"No, Yamcha. No I don't."

Enter: Son Goku /Location: House in the Woods

"Hey ChiChi...Do you think he'll look like me?"

"Of course Goku. Why do you think I'm excited?"

"I dunno, but this food looks GREAT!"

ChiChi sighed, wondering how her less-than-genius husband knew what the gender of their unborn child was already. But it really didn't matter. She was just glad that she had such a wonderful husband. She looked out the window that was above the sink, the full moon hypnotizing her eyes. She glanced at Goku, a flicker of worry going through her when thinking about him transforming again. She wasn't there but Bulma had told her plenty.

She brought the plates over to the table and sat next to Goku, who dug in immediately. ChiChi only stared at her husband with a somber gaze on her face. He caught her staring and stopped eating to stare back.

"What?"

"Goku...I...What's going to happen?"

"ChiChi, I told you I'm not sure. But I can feel it, and it's coming soon. Only two days left..."

"But, Goku-our baby. What if-"

He smiled and reach out to her, running a finger down her cheek,"I will never let anything happen to you, or our child. I promise."

She smiled back as she played with her food a little before taking a small bite. She wondered if the tenderness would last forver with Goku. But of course it would, he was Goku. A natural hero with the biggest heart she had ever seen.

But she hoped that heart wouldn't stop when it hit them in the next fourty-eight hours.

Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC

There it was again, that same rush inside of her that she got from all of them during their little adventures, although this time she had a feeling that this would be slightly more...serious. But was she ready for it to change into something serious? Was she ready for it to change at all?

She sighed as she put on her robe, walking down the hall into her bedroom, which had slightly matured over the years. Of course, no more teen magazines or muscle men posters on her wall, but physics books and Albert Einstein posters instead. She really had no idea what happened, she had just decided to take her father's occupation, and her own, more seriously now.

Kami, everything was so serious.

She rolled her eyes, not remembering how she'd managed before when everything WASN'T serious. But it didn't matter now. She would most likely die, and everything like that would be forgotten.

Right?

She didn't know, all she knew was that sleep was the only option for her hyper mind, and that the next forty-two hours would pass too quickly for her liking and the sake of her life.

The white-hot explosion first fleeted itself in Amenbo Islands, southwest of Master Roshi's Island. Thousands were elevated by the forceful impact of the breakout, and killed in mid air. Then it went on west to the Tropical Islands, next to Roshi's Island. As it continued its black-charcoal rampage on the Earth, Master Roshi and the others residing at his house were quick to realize what was happening and fled before the crash hit their house.

Soon after, the storm swerved over to East District 439, where the Ox King, ChiChi, and Goku currently resided, along with Piccolo. But they ran too, escaping the storm barely. Over the span of a day, all of Snowy Highlands, Northern Mountains, and Gingertown was destroyed. Capsule Corp. came next, the Briefs family also barely missing the clutches of the storm. All were destroyed however, except one.

West City was last of the civilized communities to be purged by the torturous storm. Every being was dead except the small creatures and underground dwellers. The rest of Earth was also burnt, leaving extremely few survivors.

But only one mystery lie in the future, what would happen to the courageous survivors?

And yet another question was buried within the minds of the ones who predicted it:

Why did it hit before it was supposed to?

I REALLY hope this satisfies you guys becuz it is just a little short, AND the next chapter will make up for it becuze...

drum roll-

Little Blue Riding Hood and 'Geta Pan are going to meet!

(...Bulma and Vegeta for those of you who don't read fairy tales n e more like me )

Hee. Review or I'll make them meet even later. And believe I can, beeches.

OH! And look at my new story pplz!

The Azure Angel and the Turquoise Temptress.

It's about Bra and she was sent into space as a toddler and then she goes to this pirate school and becomes a space pirate, but what happens when she confuses reputation with identity?

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Note: BULMA IS NOT SEX CRAVED ANY MORE! That review really bothered me, whoever said that.