I'd like to take a minute to thank everyone for the reviews. I enjoy starting my stories out slow, just to keep the reader guessing. I'd also like to apologize ahead of time. As much as I enjoy writing, this is going to be a slow one. I've got a five month old daughter (whose name is Harley Quinn - just for anyone who cares haha) to tend to, as well as the fact that I'm working a full time job; gotta keep that income coming in! I aim to please, so without further ado, on to chapter two!

One Week Later….

Ever since she could remember, visiting America had been Bulma's dream. When she had gotten accepted to one of its top schools, Four Star University, it was an opportunity that she just couldn't refuse. It was one of the easiest decisions she had ever made. Of course, her family missed her, as did her friends. In the beginning, Yamcha had thrown a fit; what about their future? When Bulma's father, Dr. Briefs, had interrupted their spat, there wasn't another word spoken about the issue with her leaving.

That was another issue with Yamcha, though. It seemed to Bulma that whenever she wanted to do something that benefited her in some way outside of their relationship, it was a problem in itself. She would stop at nothing to get that Bio-Chemical Engineering degree that she wanted, and Bulma had put her foot down numerous times over it. She never had understood it. He'd graduated a year before her, and joined their community college to play baseball; she'd never argued once about that.

Shaking her head clear of all thoughts, Bulma laid her head back on her pillow. Her dorm room was decorated in all sorts of knick knacks. Souvenirs from various Science competitions lined the shelf above her bed. On her desk, pictures of her friends, her ex, her family...they all sat in frames, hidden from view by the massive amounts of pencil soiled papers that lay everywhere. Blueprints had long ago fallen on the floor, forgotten by the blue haired genius.

Looking at the clock, Bulma sighed. In ten minutes, her alarm would be going off, signalling that she needed to prepare for class. "I might as well get up," she mumbled to herself, releasing a sleepy yawn. After she'd missed her flight, she ended up having to take a later one. In total, she'd only gotten about five hours of sleep.

After a quick shower, Bulma hurriedly got dressed. She threw on a pair of denim jeans, and a white, long sleeved sweater. After throwing on another jacket, her earmuffs, and a pair of white boots, she grabbed her books and headed for the Science building.

"Bulma!", a high pitched voice came from her left, and a smile lined her face. Bulma threw her hand in the air, waving at the two women who approached her.

"Chi Chi, hey!", she grinned, pulling her beautiful best friend into a tight hug. When she'd arrived at her school, Chi Chi had been the first one to befriend her. They were both freshmen at the time, and though they had their differences, they hit it off instantly. Chi Chi was studying for a degree in teaching, and Bulma had the utmost confidence in her. The lady was wonderful with children, and really smart! Not to mention, sometimes Chi Chi could be pretty scary. Today, she'd really dressed up for her two classes. She wore a dressy, yet elegant dress suit. Her long, raven black hair was done up in a bun, and her brown eyes sparkled with happiness. It's no wonder she isn't freezing!

At this time, the person next to Chi Chi tackled Bulma in a ferocious hug. Laughing, she pulled away and smiled, "Eighteen! I missed you guys so much!".

Eighteen was...well, she was Eighteen. She was beautiful as well. She wore her blonde hair short, and had a pair of piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into the soul. When Bulma had first met Eighteen, it had been under some strange circumstances. In a short way of putting it, Eighteen was a punk, minus the excessive piercings. True, she had her tongue and eyebrow pierced, as well as a tattoo here and there, but it was minor. They had met by chance when Eighteen blacked her eye, just because Bulma had stepped on her foot by accident. Bulma had then proceeded to verbally assault one another, until Eighteen had called her Bulma Blue Bitch. After a good ten minutes of laughing, Bulma had brushed everything aside, and smiled, inviting Eighteen to her dorm that night to watch a movie. They had been best friends ever since.

Thus, the three had all finally gotten together, and now here they were. This was their last semester of their last year, and they all planned on making the best of it. Eighteen, for once wasn't dressed to kill. She wore a pair of holey jeans, with striped leggings under them, her black sneakers poking out of the bottom. She wore a hoodie, with a jacket over it, as well as gloves and a beanie. Ah, a warm little punk she is...although she does look less aggressive, haha!

"We missed you, Bulms," Eighteen smiled, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out three slips of paper, "by the way, tonight we're going out. I scored us some tickets to a local boxing match. You guys did say I get to pick the next outing. Well, here we go!"

"A boxing match?", Chi Chi sighed, "Really? We have to go watch a bunch of big, sweaty men beating the living hell out of each other?"

"Aw, come on Chi," Bulma laughed, "It'll be fun! Plus, they aren't all old and baggy, I'm sure. Don't you want to go oggle some guys?"

As they walked toward their respected buildings, Chi Chi said, "Whatever. It's better than going to another blood bath of a movie, I guess. Eighteen and I will be the only ones oggling, though, isn't that right? How was lover boy, anyway?"

"He was good," Bulma looked away and sighed, "But, we aren't together anymore."

"You guys broke up again?", Eighteen asked disinterestedly, "I'm sure he'll be calling any day now."

Shaking her head, Bulma replied, "Not this time, guys. I broke it off for good."

"What?!", Chi Chi practically screeched, "Why? I thought you two would end up getting married for sure! You've been together for so long."

"Yeah, I know," Bulma let out a half hearted chuckle, "But...well, we were drifting apart. I lost interest, you know? It's not that I don't love him, I just don't love him he way I did. I was unhappy. He didn't do anything wrong, but I guess...well I guess what I'm trying to say is that..we just didn't have that spark anymore. I think I was getting bored. He completely understood, and we're still going to be friends."

"Well, at least you found closure," Eighteen said, "Most people just don't ever speak again."

"It's not just that," Bulma sighed, "Apart from that, I knew he'd follow me."

"Wha do you mean by that?", Chi Chi asked, shivering as a frigid breeze swept past the group of three. She hugged her arms to her in an attempt to stay warm.

"Well...I think I've decided to live here in America and open up a branch of Capsule Corporation here…"