Krillin was feeling on top of the world as he headed to lunch. He couldn't believe his luck. A pretty girl, no a beautiful girl had talked to him, AND she remembered his name. He was practically skipping as he approached the lunch table where his friends were already sitting.

"Hey guys!" Krillin said.

He was greeted with a couple grunts and head nods. Geez, what was going on with them today? He looked at Vegeta. He was sitting and staring blankly out the window, his lunch barely touched. ChiChi looked as if she were about to pass out into her lunch. He looked next to Goku, he was staring at ChiChi with an expression Krillin barely ever saw on the mans face. It was a mixture of anger and worry. Yamcha on the other hand looked as if everything was fine as he munched on his lunch. Bulma was nowhere to be seen. He guessed that she was going to be taking the late lunch with 18 again.

"Geez guys, what's going on?" Krillin said as he sat himself down.

Nobody seemed to want to respond to his question until Yamcha finally broke the silence.

"Nothing bro. I think everyone is just a little tired is all, but at least it's Friday."

"Yeah, TGIF!" Krillin smiled as he opened his soda. "What is everyone doing this weekend?"

"I got myself a hot date." Yamcha smirked.

"Typical. Goku? What about you? Are you competing up in Soho?" Krillin asked.

Goku took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from his girlfriend and face Krillin.

"Yeah, that's my plan. I figure I'll leave tomorrow morning and be back sometime Sunday afternoon. Aren't you going to come?" Goku replied.

"Nah, I figured I'd hang around the dojo. Who knows, it might be nice having the place to myself, with you and Master Roshi gone and all."

Goku smiled at the comment.

"That leaves us with Vegeta and ChiChi. What are you guys doing this weekend?" Krillin asked the two silent teens.

"Classified." Vegeta replied.

"Chi is coming with me." Goku replied for the girl.

ChiChi looked up at Goku with a confused expression. He looked back at her. His look was one she rarely saw, and one that frightened her as well. It said without words that, he knew, and he was stepping in. Goku rarely ever stepped in, he had faith in her ability to handle whatever situation her father placed her in, but when he did, she knew there was nothing that would sway his mind.

Goku sat in his last class of the day lost in his thoughts. The teacher had declared it a silent study hour, and Goku could not have been more relieved. He was a mixture of so many emotions. He was angry. Angry about what the Ox King had put his daughter through. Angry that she never came to him. Angry that she would never come to him, he would always have to choose when to step in. He would have done so many more times, but then he never knew what was going on until it was too late. Things needed to change. He and Chi had been together for almost four years now. It was time that she start opening the last remaining walls between them. Over the course of their relationship she had let him in closer than anyone. It had been tough for her, but she had allowed him access to her heart, and yet there were still walls that even he wasn't allowed through. Somehow he needed her to let him in. No more walls, nothing. He sighed deeply. It certainly wasn't going to be easy.

Yamcha stared at his reflection in the mirror as he infused his hair with styling gel. He began singing to himself as he got ready.

"Got myself a hot date, so I can't be late. Lucky I just got paid, hopefully I'll get la--"

"Yamcha!" a voice interrupted his tune.

"Be done in a second." He called out.

Glancing at his reflection, he gave himself a thumbs up before trotting down the stairs of his home. His mom was waiting at the landing.

"Well, don't you look nice." she complimented.

"Thanks ma. Well I'm off. I should be home around eleven or so." Yamcha replied as he fished his keys out of his pocket.

"And what lucky lady are we seeing tonight?" His mom asked.

"Uh, Sherry, wait no, uh Katie, yeah Katie."

His mother giggled.

"Well have fun." she replied with a smile.

"Thanks. Later ma." He called out as he exited the house.

"Ugh, I'm so bored!" Bulma announced to her empty room. She threw the magazine she had been reading on the floor which was already cluttered with pieces of clothing. She got up from her bed and walked towards her window that overlooked her neighbor's house. She wondered what Vegeta was up to. She knew things were hard for him with his dad and all. He had confided in her late one night everything that was happening. His dad was dying, and so far, none of the doctors he had seen knew why. Vegeta worshiped his father. She couldn't imagine what he was going through. She didn't know what she would do if it were her father dying. Still, she thought, he shouldn't be cooped up in the house all day waiting. He still had a life to live. She turned from the window and grabbed a pair of shoes from her closet, before bolting out of her house and over to Vegeta's.

The irritating sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house. Vegeta was in the middle of making a sandwich and growled deep in his throat at the intrusion. He set down the knife he had been using and walked to the front door. Opening it wide he was surprised to see Bulma standing there.

"Bulma?"

"What's up Vegeta." Bulma asked casually.

"Uh, just making a sandwich." Vegeta replied, confused by her presence.

"Well, you gonna let me in or should I stand out here looking like a dumbass?"

Vegeta shook himself from his shock and opened the door wider to allow the girl access.

"Thanks." she smiled as she entered the home.

Vegeta closed the door behind her before returning his attention to the bluenette. She was examining a picture over the fireplace.

"My mother painted that." Vegeta said.

"It's beautiful."

Vegeta started walking towards the kitchen where the remnants of his sandwich lay. He motioned Bulma to follow him. Once inside he began to finish the sandwich he had started a few minutes ago. He placed the last piece of bread on top and turned to place the dirtied knife into the sink. When he turned back he couldn't have been more shocked. There was Bulma, eating his sandwich.

"Thanks." Bulma said with a smirk as she took another bite.

Vegeta stood there watching with his mouth agape.

"Well you're not welcome!" Vegeta replied as he grabbed the loaf of bread once more and the dirtied knife. Bulma couldn't help herself from laughing.

The melodic ring of her cell phone woke her from her sleep. ChiChi picked up the object with slow movements and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Hey." Goku's voice sounded from the other end.

"Hey."

"Were you sleeping?"

"I was just taking a nap. What's up?" ChiChi sounded. She pushed herself up against her pillows.

"I thought I would come over."

"Yeah, sure."

"Your dad still in town?" Goku asked.

"He left about an hour ago."

"Did you tell him about the tournament this weekend?"

"Yeah, he said it was fine that I go." ChiChi replied.

"Good. Alright then, I'll be over in a few minutes."

"See you soon."

ChiChi flipped the cell phone shut and rubbed the remaining sleep from her eyes. She groaned slightly as she moved her legs over the side of the bed and into a upright sitting position. Even though her body was still hurting her nap had left her feeling refreshed. She walked to her bathroom and pulled her tank top up and over her shoulders to examine her back in the mirror. A few drops of blood continued to seep out, but many of the cuts had closed. The red slashes stood out against her porcelain skin. She sighed and pulled her shirt back down. At that moment the doorbell sounded. Goku must have already been on his way to her house when he had called her, she thought. Grabbing a hair tie, she headed down the stairs to let her boyfriend inside. She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and then opened the door. Goku was standing there with a bag of McDonald's. He held the bag up for her to see and smiled.

"Figured you might be hungry." He said as he walked into the house.

She smiled at his gesture. He smiled back at her in the goofy way that was purely his.

A/N: Like it? I thought we could use with a little comic relief. Please let me know what you think. I love all your reviews so far!!!!