Goku and Turles sat on a large navy blue couch in Goku's room. It had been a few hours since the whole fiasco and Bulma wouldn't even look in their direction when she emerged from the basement. Neither had ever felt any worse. The one person they'd do anything for hated them. Both knew the decision they made had been the wrong one, but Bulma didn't have to drag it out for so long, they understood that they messed up, didn't she? When Bardock had came back up saying they were only messing around with the paint, he had resumed his post in the kitchen creating a huge meal for everyone. ChiChi and 18 had yet the leave them alone about the whole ordeal, and Krillin and Tien sat back and watched as the girls inflicted emotional damage to the boys. Launch wasn't any help either, she was too worried about her hair getting frizzed. When 18 tried to jump them, both deemed it time to leave the room. They needed a place to think and talk things out before any drastic measures were taken.

"Told you it was a bad idea to begin with." Goku mumbled as he rested his elbows on his knees. He looked to his cousin with a hopeless expression. He couldn't believed he had messed up so bad. Him and his sister had become so close in the little time she had been there and he didn't want to throw it all away because he and his cousin had been idiots.

"Shut up, Kakarott. You were all for it when I told you the plan, shit, you even came up with part of it!" Turles yelled as he seized the oppurtunity to hit him in the back of the head. He couldn't believe it. When he had went to Goku on the first day he was at the school, he had agreed instantly, not doubting it one bit.

"HEY! That hurt!" Goku whined as he rubbed the back of his head, frowning at the older male.

Turles smirked.

"Good. Now, we need to figure up a way to get back on Bulma's good side." he said as he got up and began pacing the oak floors, different ideas flashing through his mind.

Goku gave him a bewildered look as he scratched his neck.

"Uh, I don't really think that's a good idea, we need to give her some space."

"That's the last thing we need to do. Think about it," he rubbed his chin, "with Bulma time, it could take her years to forgive us. It's been what, 16 years and she has yet to forgive Aunt Kira when it was actually Unlce that left and took you guys with him."

Goku thought about it. That was actually a really good explanation, but what if something went wrong this time. Wasn't their first plan supposed to be flawless? Look what happened on that one. As if reading his mind, Turles spoke up.

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

Goku sighed as he stood beside his look-alike. He didn't like being dragged into something he didn't want to do, but this was for the good of his family. He crossed his arms and looked out of his window, watching the snow fall in a chaotic fashion.

"Alright, but if anything goes wrong it's your ass, got it?"

A smile graced Turles' features. He patted Goku on the back and led him back to the couch, seating himself as well.

"Alright, this is what we do."

Bardock frowned as he stirred the thick chili boiling in a large stainless steel pot. It irked him how he had created such a idiotic boy. Of course he knew Goku wasn't stupid, but he sure had his moments, this probably being the biggest one. And his nephew, boy he'd like to wring his neck a good couple times. He had seen some of the damage that boy was capable of and didn't like it targeted at his daughter. His michevious plans and insane ideas often turned out disasterous and he never understood why his son still participated in them.

As he sat the wooden spoon on a dishrag beside the stove, he pulled down a glass along with an unopened bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a decent amount, putting the bottle back in it's rightful place before taking a seat at the rounded oak dinner table. He took a big gulp of it, his face contorting to a look of disgust for a split second as it burned his throat on the way down.

His father insincts told him to check on Bulma and make sure she was alright, but his doctor instincts told him that she was a maturing adult and that she needed space. He was sure Vegeta would help her through whatever state of mind she was in right now. Though he didn't completely agree with Vegeta's attitude and way of doing things, he knew he could count on the boy to watch out for Bulma. Ever since he had brought his son to this town, Vegeta had been there. He was the first friend Kakarott had made and had stuck by his side through thick and thin. He had come to love the boy as his own son and knew how he delt with things. He was one of the few people that had seen the 'other side' of Vegeta and knew he had a heart under all that arrogance and pride. Pride, one day that would be his downfall. The kid had too much of it and flaunted it around like he owned the world. But hey, what could one do?

His thoughts soon drifted to Bulma. God, he missed her so much. One day, that's all he had really known her. Hell, not even that! What, a few hours and the most? The day she had visited him had stared off as the best day of his life. Reunited with his daughter, a nice family once again. Then his world came crashing down as the accident happened. Those months had been the most grueling four months of his life. Sitting in the bleak hospital room as he watched her breathe, the heart monitor constantly beeping, her pale face never moving.

Walking in this afternoon and seeing her bed empty broke his heart. Of course, the worst case scenerio came to his mind at that moment as he looked at the wrinkled sheets, all the wires and tubes neatly in a pile on the silver metal nightstand, his daughter was dead. When he found out she was actually missing, he thought about killing the doctor right then and there. Who lets a girl that's in a coma get lost? It had seemed that Vegeta had been the savior once again in their lives as he saw her sitting there watching them with a smile on her face. Then, they thought he was merely loosing his mind, talking to an empty bed, until they saw her for themselves.

The kids thought he was just a dad, someone who didn't see the minute signs, but being a doctor he was trained to look for the little things. He saw the chemistry between Bulma and Vegeta, and he also knew he interupted something in the art room if the ruffled appearances and the layer of paint on his daughter's back indicated anything. He would not judge them, heck he honeslty couldn't. Bulma and Vegeta were both 18 and he could do nothing to stop them if they wanted to do anything, but he would make sure it didn't happen in his own house for Kami's sake. Considering the options, he hoped Bulma and Vegeta would get together. He liked the stubborn boy better than this Brolly kid, that's for sure. That's another boy he would like to mangle. He didn't know him, but if Kakarott and Turles said he was bad news, he believed them.

So deep in his thoughts, he missed the pot boiling over, cursing when the smell of burnt meat and beans reached his nostrils.

"Dammit. Those kids have done messed up my cooking." He shook his head as he turned the eye down. He started washing enough bowls for all the heathens he was supposed to feed, his mind still whirling in thought.

Bulma was resting in a spare bedroom she had stumbled across in her personal tour of the house. It was the best one she had seen as of yet. The walls were bare of any sort of decoration and painted a dark crimson color. The large, golden four-post bed was draped with a thin black silk canopy that hung over the edge of the bed, dangling onto the floor. The comforter was a marble swirl of crimson, black, and gold, yet none of the colors mixed, giving it an intricate pattern to marvel at. The room was empty, save for the bed and a small desk, equipped with stationary and a lonely lamp to illuminate the area.

She sighed a put her arms behind her head, crossing her ankles. She was pondering the events of this afternoon. What got her the most was how she woke up. The last thing she remembered was deciding to take a nap after Vegeta left and then opening her eyes. Reuniting with her family and friends was the best part. Oh how she missed seeing Kakarott's goofy smile, Vegeta's arrogant scowl, Turles' crooked smile, ChiChi's scolding stare, all of it. She had been thoroughly enjoying her day until Turles had to open his big mouth. She could've lived without knowing her two favorite people were to cause for her pain, but shit. Turles didn't have an ounce of guilt in his body, so why did he tell her? she didn't understand. She also knew she couldn't stay upset forever. Already was she missing their voices surrounding her, telling her corny jokes, reminiscing on past times. There was one problem, her pride. It wouldn't allow her to accept their apology as of yet. They needed to suffer a bit longer. She suffered for four months, they could wait a few hours right?

She sighed as she traced patterns on the white ceiling. Her life was so complicated. Did someone above hate her or something?

Her mind switched gears and focused on Vegeta. About a week before the accident was when it happened. The group had been at the club for a night out. She hadn't invited Brolly, wanting some time alone with just her friends. She had been out on the dance floor dancing with anyone who was willing when she spotted Vegeta all alone. After a couple minutes of persuading, they were grinding on the dance floor together. Never in her life had she felt so at one with someone. The heat had increased between the two as their bodies meshed, causing their hormones to go out of control. Vegeta had pulled her to a nearby bathroom, throwing her against the wall as he rasvished her mouth. They had felt each other up, almost even done it, then Kakarott walked in and ruined the moment. Granted her didn't know it was them making the noises in the stall next to his, he knew he should've went pee outside. They had snuck out, silently telling the other not a word would be mentioned, glad they didn't just have sex in a bathroom. Both had continued on with the night, not bothering the other about the situation. Though Bulma felt a bit guilty for leaving him all hot and bothered, she knew she couldn't betray Brolly like that, not until he did the exact same to her. She swore the next time she saw him she was going to kill him with her bare hands.

Goku stood in the game room staring out of the glass wall. He remembered asking his dad to put it in so he could watch the sunset at night as he played his video games like him and Bulma used to do. The snow was still falling heavily, the darkness settling over the horizon. His mind was like a hurricane. He couldn't focus on one thing for a length of time. He couldn't believe his sister was still giving him the silent treatment. He had even went upstairs to the room she was occupying and apologized once again, yet she only ignored him. She was never one to hold a grudge, yet it seemed she was catching up on all she missed.

Turles. He wanted to punch him. It was all his fault. If he wouldn't've came to him the first day, he wouldn't be in this predicament. Sure he agreed and even put some ideas in the plan, but Turles was the mastermind. He needed to spend less time around that boy, that's for sure.

Then his girlfriend took over. He loved her so much, but damnit, she was too much sometimes. He understood they messed up, she didn't have to repeat it every five minutes. If he was a chick, she wouldn't be walking right now. Krillin could have at least stood up for him. They were best friends when they were little for Kami's sake! Okay, he sort of replaced him with Vegeta over the years, but they just didn't have much in common anymore. Not after his time with Frieza. Besides, he hung out with Tien and Yamucha more often than not.

Vegeta. He didn't know what he would do without him. He was one of the only people who had seen his soft side, a side he was sure not many others would witness. He was there to help him get with ChiChi, he helped get over his grandfather's death, and most of all, he was there for him when Bulma showed. When she appeared out of the blue, he didn't know how to act and Vegeta walked him through it. The kid was his best friend, no, closer than that. Brother. In a weird way, they were brothers. He'd take a bullet for him and he was sure Vegeta would do the same.

His thoughts were interupted by his father calling him for dinner. As he raced down the hall, food the only thing on his mind, he didn't notice the figure running even faster than him from the other direction. The two collided head first as they met at the stairs. They fell in a heap to the floor, limbs tangled, both rubbing their heads. When he looked up, he smiled shyly and picked himself up, helping up his sister as well.

Bulma glared at him as she took his hand.

"Watch where your going, idiot." she snapped as she continued down the stairs. He sighed as he followed her lead, the aroma of his favorite food too much to bear.

This was going to be a long night.