Chapter Three: Fantastic Baby

The sun broke through the window warming up the room with its invisible heat waves. Bulma was still in her bikini that she wore the other day. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. She went to the bathroom with her duffle bag in hand dragging it behind her. After a quick shower she changed into a new bikini that was plain yellow and threw on black shall over her waist. She looked at herself through to mirror and sighed. She knew she had to apologize for her out burst on the first day. She knew that they worried about her but didn't want them to waist their mind on her when they could be having fun.

She opened the door and the penthouse was quiet. Everyone was still sleeping and she gave a hooray dance in her head. She smiled feeling refreshed again and made her way down stairs to the kitchen. She gathered the pancake mix, with eggs, bacon, and sausages. She took her time making breakfast first starting with the pancakes then eggs and last was the meats. She was glad her mother taught her how to cook.

When breakfast was done she saw from the corner of her eyes a bag of oranges. She cut each of them in half and juiced them in a pitcher making fresh orange juice. Pleased with her big breakfast she grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl that was in the center of the table. She grinned knowing everyone loved having pancakes in the morning. She laughed when she heard Goku running down the stairs with Chichi not far behind.

"Morning sunshine's, the earth says hello!" Bulma giggled when she saw them gawk at the amount of food there was on the table. Goku didn't waste time and filled his plate with food.

"Wow smells great Bulma!" He said happily. "Thanks!"

"Morning B." Chichi yawned still sleepy. "How did you sleep?" She sat down next to Goku and Bulma served her coffee just how Chichi liked it. Chichi took a sip of it and smiled warmly.

"I slept fine! I feel like I can take on the world!" Bulma beamed brightly and Chichi smiled back.

Shortly after the first couple came, 18 and Krillan came down holding each other's hand. They were amazed on the waiting hot breakfast. 18 smiled at Bulma knowing she had forgiven them. 18 and Krillan served themselves as they were seated. Yamcha followed right behind them.

"Hey you, looking good again B" Yamcha grinned sweetly. Bulma smirked and inserted her IPod on the I-Home she had nearby. The song that started up was Super Bass by Nicki Minaj. Bulma grinned and swayed her body to the beats. Her lips mouth over the words as she ran her fingers on the apple.

"I'm doing great Yamcha. I feel this is going to be great day! Hurry up and eat everyone I want to go to the beach and have some fun!" Bulma had a bright aura emanating off her and everyone could feel it. The last couple came down by the end of the song and the next song that started up was Birthday Cake by Rihanna. Bulma was too much in a good mood that she started to sing the lyrics as she hopped on to the counter. Everyone was wondering what the hell was wrong with Bulma.

Vegeta raised his brow suspiciously at his human friend who was not herself. He never seen her this happy or in a good mood. It was weird look but he liked seeing her having a good time. When the short song ended she hopped off the counter and danced her way out of the kitchen leaving her friends with smiles except for Vegeta. In the distance he could still hear her say the lyrics of the song.

"What just happened?" Krillan was scared by Bulma's cheerfulness.

"She's happy so I suggest we keep her that way." Vegeta said and took a bite of his pancakes.

"For once I agree with Shorty." 18 smirked when Vegeta's eyes glared at her and mouthed. Fuck you bitch.

"I'm all in!" Chichi giggled.

X~X~X

The group of eight was walking down the sandy path of the wet sand. Bulma was having the time of her life. She was chased by Chichi and 18 to the water only to be tackled by the strong ways. Chichi and 18 to freak out when Bulma disappeared then the blue haired beauty appeared a yard away from the shore laughing. Vegeta almost busted a vein in worry over nothing. He was in a pissy mood after that. While Yamcha on the other hand fainted and he never left Bulma's side, Bulma and her friends were walking back to the penthouse when she stopped.

"Let's play volleyball!" She suggested.

"Don't you think you had enough fun, woman!?" Vegeta shouted but Bulma shook her head as always unfazed by his anger. Crystal intertwined her fingers with his and whispered in his ear trying to calm him down.

"If you don't want to play then fine suit yourself, jerk." Bulma closed her eyes and pushed passed him. She went over to Chichi and 18 with their guys. "So you guys in?"

"Hell yeah, boys vs. girls!" Chichi was down with that so was 18 and Bulma. The three guys grinned.

"This is going to be easy as pie." Yamcha said.

"Oh you wish baby boy." Bulma winked at him. Vegeta and Crystal sat down few feet away from the volleyball court. Goku came rushing with volleyball in his hands. Chichi was in the front close to the net, Bulma in the center, and 18 further back. On the boy's team, Yamcha was near the net, Krillan in the center, and Goku further back. Goku started with putting the ball away from him with one of his hands and then with the other he smacked sending it to the other side of the court. Bulma easily put her two hands together forming one fist and pushed the ball into the air, Chichi put her two hands in the air creating a small circle with her fingers and pushing the ball back in the air. 18 ran quickly and jumped into the air as the ball was coming down and with her flat hand she spiked it.

Yamcha was prepared as he saved the ball with his two hands bring it back in the air, Krillan waited patiently then doing the same as Chichi he pushed the ball with ease. Goku came from behind and did his own spike. The ball went far away that Chichi and Bulma weren't able to save it, luckily 18 did and the ball was back in the air. The two girls recovered quickly getting into their places. Chichi threw it back in the air while Bulma did her own spike.

She cheered when the guys missed it earning her group point. Yamcha ran to get the ball and handed it to Bulma. Casually she brushed off the sand from his rock hard body. "There you go." She smiled lightly ran to the outside of the court to serve. Yamcha blushed easy but it went away when he focused back on the game. Bulma threw the ball in the air and jumped to slap it to the other side and the second game began.

Vegeta and Crystal were in a heated battle with their mouth and tongues that they didn't hear Chichi's screaming to watch it. The ball was caught with ease by Vegeta's hand and thrown back far away from on purpose.

"Asshole!" Chichi shouted but couple ignored her.

"Hey Chi, don't sweat I'll get it." Bulma went running to where the ball was when it. She was glad that the beach was not busy. It was mostly empty which surprised her. Usually by the summer time it would be full but it didn't matter. She walked towards the ball where it was waiting for her. She glanced at the penthouse on where the ball had stopped. The memory came back of Frost and her when they were kids. Still she did not know him. She held the ball in her hand then bounced it to each hand as she went back to her thoughts.

She wished she could meet him. See if he could fill in the gaps of her memories. She knew that if the promise she kept was still in his mind then she wouldn't mind coming back each summer and hoping he'd show up. How would you remember him Bulma? She questioned herself. That was a good question. For all she knew, he could have forgotten about her moved on with his life, in college, having a life.

Bulma ignored the calls from her friends who were starting to make their way to her. She wished that she could see him. A part of her told her it was important to see him to see how he was. Bulma brushed the sand from the ball and her hair was starting to dance with the soft wind.

If only…

X~X~X

Bulma and the gang were getting ready to head out for a night around town. One thing they liked about this beach house was that they always had the best of everything: bars, parties, booze, and the ultimate good time everyone wants. The girls were upstairs getting ready while the guys were sitting on the couches waiting for the girls to get ready. They put on the movie Ju-on as they waited. The movie was only an hour long but each minute was filled with heart racings, suspenseful, and horror that Krillan had his face hidden in the pillows, Goku's eyes were wide open unable to peer his eyes off the screen.

Yamcha had his hand on his chin, hiding the fact that he was biting his lip, stopping him from screaming when they saw the restless ghost's head in between the door and its frame staring down at the man who she had a crush on, on the floor staring right back at her with fright, while her ghost child was standing right in front of them.

Vegeta on the other hand was unfazed by it. The first time he watched it, he was scared shitless, and was paranoid for the remaining of the day. Now he was over it. He picked the movie because he thought he could have gotten into it like the humans did but couldn't. In his mind he wondered when the hell the girls were coming down so they could leave.

At that moment, they heard the floor creek, the room became darker than it was, and the movie was paused when they heard the famous croaking sounds vibrating on their skins. Krillan buried his head further down into the pillow mumbling nonsense as his heart spiked with fear. Goku's eyes only seemed to get bigger as they got louder. Yamcha was about to shit his pants when they heard small thumps coming closer with the sounds of plastic moving.

The croaking of death crawled closer causing each of the men tense till their muscles hurt. Finally the sounds stopped.

"FUCKING HELL!" Yamcha screamed when he saw a slim pale hand wrapped in plastic on his lap. He jumped up and saw the limb connected with a body. The woman's face was buried in her black sea of hair; her hand fell to the ground only to bend itself as she pulled herself closer to the men who tried not to show their fear. Vegeta's eyes were wide open that it hurt. Krillan jumped at Yamcha's screaming and landed on Goku who in turn jumped.

The lights turned on and the girls entered the room laughing their asses off, Bulma walked over to her robotic contraption of the restless ghost, switching her off. The robot stopped moving and stayed on the floor on its position. All the girls were red from laughing too hard and on the verge of tears; they wouldn't have been able to pull it off if it weren't for the blue haired genius.

"You're guy's face!" She laughed holding her sides.

"You little…!" Vegeta was about to lay out a mouthful of words when Crystal went up to him with an apologetic smile. She wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to keep a straight face and her apologetic smile in tack.

"Don't get mad at her babe, it wasn't just her you know." She winked at him. Vegeta let his anger go for a bit to look at his former mate. She wore a light blue, tight mini, strapless red dress with a thick black belt that circled under her chest. She wore black pumps showing her perfectly polished French tip toe nails. Her naturally light coffee hair was loose showing of its curls, covering her naked back perfectly.

"I'll make it up to you later." She whispered with a seductive voice. He only grunted in response which was 'you better' in Vegeta's language.

"Come on boys we are going to be late." Chi-Chi took in a fresh gulp of air; she went to Goku who was staring at the contraption. "Sweetie, it's not real." She smiled. The martial artist wore a purple dress shirt that had its sleeves hugging her shoulders at the sides, showing her cleavage but not too much. She had white tights that were like second to skin to her and she wore wedges that added two inches to her small frame. Her hair was her natural bun with one strand perfectly curved giving her an elegant look.

18 walked over to her boyfriend who was trying to get a hold of him-self. He was never into horror movies especially if it involved ghost. He watched his girlfriend caressing his back giving him tender words that brought him out of his fear, enough for him to notice how beautiful she was. She wore tight baby blue lace dress that hugged her whole body beautifully. It was strapless, with a white zipper in the center of her breast. He gulped when he noticed how hot she was in the dress. 18 smirked when she found her boyfriend ogling her; she knew he'd liked it.

"The car will be here in a few minutes." Bulma said fanning her herself from her high. Yamcha walked over to her and bunked her head with his fist playfully. Bulma wore a dress shirt that had no sleeves but a single thin strap that wrapped around her neck then was tied to the center of her chest on a silver buckle. The shirt made her chest area fully known and perfectly the natural look of her breasts. In the center it was open only to be connected by another silver buckle then the rest was left open showing off her toned stomach. On her lower half of her body she wore skinny jeans with black high heels. Her hair was up in a messy, yet elegant bun, several strands purposely out of place.

"Wow B you look…" Yamcha was literally out of words at the blue haired goddess. Bulma smiled at her friend's words.

"Thanks Yamcha! Hey that's the car!" Bulma grabbed her friend and dragged him out of the car. The rest of the couples followed closely behind them.

X~X~X

The music was blasting out hypnotic tunes; the club was filled with bodies that were caught in its web of vibrations that made them lose themselves. Lasers, flashing lights were bouncing everywhere as the dance floor lit up several colors before it'd stop on a mesmerizing white which was broken up by different designs popping out. There were three floors, first floor the dance floor with an extremely crowded bar, the second floor was the most comfortable floor that also had a bar but one that was not so crowded. The third were rooms that were more private, intimate, and or the people who couldn't hold their liquor.

The gang was on the second floor that was the VIP's floor. They were enjoying several drinks trying to get pass the little prank the girls pulled on the guys. Bulma was taking a shot that was called Sexy Bitch at the bar with Yamcha who had a shot of tequila as they waited for their round of drinks to be prepared.

"Sorry about earlier." Bulma shouted through the beats but Yamcha heard her loud and clear.

"It's alright! You are definitely in a good mood today!" He grinned and left a tip for the bartender who had finished serving their drinks. Bulma and Yamcha went back with their drinks in hand. The booth was large and it gave each couple enough space to chill not have to be worried about their personal space being invaded by others.

When the drinks were given out, Bulma took a sip of strawberry drink which she forgot the name of but the fruity flavor mixed with a hint of alcohol sent explosions on her taste buds. She was in heaven.

When you first saw me

You couldn't take your eyes off me

Uh uh uh uh you uh uh uh uh

The song made Bulma lose herself to it. Her body swayed with the beat of the song, in seconds she pulled the girls out of their arms of their boyfriends and dragged them down. Seeing their women being kidnapped by the genius the men had no choice but to follow them. She led the girls and guys to the dance floor where everyone was having a good time. When she found a suitable place on the dance floor, she danced with the girls who were also letting go to the music.

Take it all away and pump up the volume (up up)

Don't wanna hear it – pump up the volume (up up)

I will change more as time goes by and get stronger eh eh eh oh more

Despite the song being a girl who was hurt by a guy the music was up to beat and no one seemed to pay attention to the lyrics just on how the beats of the song made everyone dance. The song was over but another quickly followed. By the time the second song entered the men, one by one claimed their significant other from the blue hair kidnapper. Yamcha was stopped a pretty red head while trying to make his way to Bulma.

He glanced at her direction thinking whether or not go to her but then again he had sexy woman who was begging for his attention. He turned his attention to the red head then back at Bulma. She's a big girl Yamcha! She can handle herself. Finally he made his decision and left Bulma by herself.

At that moment Bulma was so in tune with the music she didn't noticed a pair of eyes zoning in on her. He followed her through the faceless people. His black eyes left the beauty as he made his way towards her. Bulma opened her eyes and saw a man approach her from the side and watched him as she swayed he hips, she beckoned him with her index finger and he obliged.

In seconds Bulma and the mystery guy were dancing like they knew each other, their hands were exploring each other's when she turned around so her back was pressed against his chest.

Driving me crazy sexy lady

Why does my heart beat like this when I see you?

Girl you're amazing Sexy lady

Because of you I'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Bulma opened her eyes again after closing them briefly and was met with the guy's cold black eyes staring down at her. He leaned down, lifting up her chin bringing her lips a bit higher as he brushed his against hers; she closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her.

"I found you." He mouthed the words against her lips but the heiress didn't catch it. He pulled away from her, leaving her whole body was waiting for the kiss that never came. She followed the guy with her eyes as he turned his back walking away from her.

As the lasers and flashing lights landed on his directions she noticed he had a white hair.

Bulma stared at him for the longest time till he was no longer visible. Something told Bulma to let it go but curiosity got the best of her. The image of the young boy, Frost, came back into her head and she felt her heart swell up with unknown emotions. What if it was him? Only one way to find out.

The heiress pushed away the people as she walked in the direction the man left.

I can't just let you go right here today

Until your lips call my name,

I'm looking at you like this

The song was now long forgotten, the trance was gone as Bulma was in full search mode. She reached the end of the dance floor and turned her head in several directions trying to find the white haired male that left her wanting more. At the corner of her eye she saw a flash of white hair slipping through the exit of the club. Without skipping a beat, Bulma headed towards the direction. She felt her heart racing with excitement; she pushed the exit door too hard that a loud bang echoed through the empty ally. The door closed behind her but she didn't care. She walked down the alley in search of the man; she headed into the streets when the alley way was empty.

She didn't know what she was looking for. The man could have called a cab and could be far away from her. Curse her for being slow! She ran her hand through her blue locks in frustration when she came up empty.

"Could it be you Frost?" She whispered to herself before heading back inside of the club.

Vegeta noticed the blue hair woman sitting down with a depressed look; he narrowed his eyes at her when she placed her hand under her chin, her mind long gone. Did something happen? One minute she was dancing by herself the next she was gone. She had her finger on her lips, caressing them softly as if she was trying to reenact some touch that left her wanting more.

"Woman what's wrong?" Vegeta broke Bulma's train of thoughts; she placed her hands on the table, trying to gather herself together.

"Did you see the man dancing with me?" She asked, her eyes glowed with anticipation waiting for his answer. Vegeta's eye brow perked up and gave her a look.

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you see the man I was dancing with?" She asked again this time frustration was clear in her tone.

"No, you weren't dancing with anyone." At Vegeta's words, Bulma's eyes flew wide open with a shocked expression but it slowly turned into a full on glare.

"I WAS dancing with somebody." She shot at him.

"You were dancing by yourself. Everyone saw you dancing by yourself. You know you should really stop drinking." He smirked as he felt her anger rise to a dangerous level. Bulma clutched the shot glass tightly. She didn't imagine it! She felt his lips, his body, hell his warmth that was coming from his body! How could he not seen them dancing?

"Okay, okay, you were dancing with someone, your imaginary friend. There happy?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Bulma let out a cry but didn't leave. When everyone else came back, Bulma asked them if they saw the man she was dancing with but each came back with the same answer, No.

He was real! She screamed in her head which caused her to give her a migraine.

X~X~X

Around three in the morning, the gang returned from the club Fantastic Baby. Most of them were drunk or buzzed but they still managed to get their asses into their bedrooms and the sounds of drunken love making filled the house. Only one was not so lucky to have that sort of fun, Bulma rolled her eyes as she changed out of her clothing and into a tank top and pajama pants. She brushed her teeth before she hopped on to her bed and wrapped her small blanket on her legs and sighed in happiness when the air conditioner turned on washing her with cool air.

Sleep was calling her again and she didn't stop it from taking her mind away from the sounds of drunk passion. She closed her eyes, in minutes she heard nothing, her body relaxed, her breathing became steady and deep.

Bulma blinked her eyes several times letting the two bright stars help her eyes adjust to the brightness. The sunlight wasn't as bright as the sun where lit up her planet which surprised her. The sunlight was being changed by unknown force. One minute it was a nice set of brightness then it was too bright as if she was seeing nothing but white, almost as if she had gone blind in a sea of pure whiteness.

When the two suns adjusted to the perfect set of tone of white, Bulma was surrounded by green everywhere, plants of many sizes and colors greeted her with their beauty. The planet she was on was not Earth or Namek. It was some place different. The greenery was soft under her bare feet it felt like she was actually there. Her eyes glanced down to her toes that stretched and wiggled to get familiar to the soft texture of the ground. She took small steps lifting her gaze to her surroundings.

The blue hair woman stretched her arms in the air as she walked around in her dream. She wore platinum white thin texture dress that stopped around her knees. It was strapless around the rim of the dress had icy blue lace laced together with the dress and in the center the two laces were wrapped into a perfectly shaped bow. Her hair was loose and slightly wavy with a single white clip holding two strands of hair from each side of her head together in the center of the back of her head.

Bulma walked further down into the unknown place, her fingers reached out to touch the flowers that all had different textures and feel to them. Some made her feel overly excited and some didn't. The flower she was currently touching had dark onyx outline with blood colored filling. The center of the flower had the blackest jewel it almost reminded her of a pair of eyes that she always enjoyed getting lost in. Her delicate thin fingers smiled as she leaned down taking a small sniff at it. It had a dark musky sent to it but it smelled good. It was earthy, pure; masculine with a hit of something else she couldn't put her finger to it.

A ruffle of the grass in front of her caused her to break her contact with the flower, turning her whole body into the direction of the sound. Bulma tilted her head when a man materialized in front of her. He was extremely handsome that she felt a hint of blush rushing to her cheeks. At that moment Bulma realized it was the man at the club, the man that left her with unnamed feelings.

The man walked towards her and in seconds he had her head lifted up towards him, taking in her womanly scent into his nostrils. His hands were cold and hard but Bulma didn't mind it at all. She was too entranced with the man to care that her skin was getting hotter by the second. Bulma felt her eyes getting heavy as she tried to keep them open to take in his features.

Bulma could see he had a hard masculine features with a small hint of softness that he was expressing at that moment. His eyes were the darkest set of black eyes she ever seen in her life. She seen several of different men and set of eyes but these eyes were really…beautiful. The shape of his mouth was perfect she just wanted to touch them with her own. His hair was white and soft when she ran her hands through his locks. He wore a white button up shirt with the first two buttons undone, exposing his perfect, bare chest. He wore white pants with hung to his muscular lower half, the heiress couldn't help but bit her bottom lip.

"I've been waiting for you." The man whispered loud and clear and leaned closer to her. Bulma finally closed her eyes letting herself prepare for the kiss…

"Frost," She whispered his name and the man's smile grew.

"You remember me?" He cupped her face gently, his nose touching hers as he leaned in.

"I…" She struggled to answer because she knew she knew him but the only thing that came out was just clips of memories that she didn't know she had. She tried to remember him, them but everything came darkness and a headache. Frost noticed her struggle and his smile faltered a bit.

"It'll come to you Bulma. In time you will remember everything." He promised her. He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss. His lips were surprising soft unlike his hands and she leaned further to deepen the kiss. Her arms locked him in place, keeping him from pulling back. He gasped; surprised she kissed him but returned her kiss. Their hands were exploring each other, wanting their bodies to remember something that was there. Everything felt so fresh…So real… Slowly without knowing it, she was letting herself to be taken by this stranger. Her mind was slowly forgetting…

"Woman!"

Bulma opened her eyes only to jump and fall off her bed when she heard Vegeta's angry voice. She got up and stomped her way to her door when she opened her door, Bulma saw that no one was on the other side. Her lips pressed against each other forming an unnatural white color line on her healthy pink lips. Her blue eyes were on fire with anger and frustration. Her nails buried themselves on the wood leaving small indentations on the door. She was pissed.

"Damn you Vegeta!" She cursed under her breath. She left her room and headed towards the kitchen where mostly everyone was suffering from hangovers from mild to severe. 18 seemed to have always had no effect of alcohol which made Bulma jealous when the blond goddess sat there with a blank look totally unfazed by the damage alcohol could do pouring everyone a drink to help with their hangover. Bulma entered the kitchen and chuckled as everyone groaned while holding their heads.

"Had fun last night guys?" The heiress smirked when Chi-chi flipped her off as her answer.

Vegeta entered with Crystal behind him, both had a face of pain. Due to the fact they love their drinks, it was obvious they had the mother of all hangovers. Bulma felt bad for Crystal but she was happy that Vegeta was suffering. That's what you get you jerk! She smirked at her thought.

At that moment, Vegeta lifted his head as if she heard her comment and stared at her. His eyes were staring her like it was the first time he had seen her, it made Bulma raise a brow in confusion. The intense stare made her heart race to an unimaginable speed, her face flushed when his stare only got more heated. He looked like a dying man staring at a pool of fresh clean water, full of want. There was also something else, relief.

"What are you staring at jerk?" She managed to say in a non stuttering tone. She crossed her arms under her chest, her anger rising remembering that it was his fault she woke up from a intimate dream. Vegeta shook his head and the heated stare was replaced by a glare.

"You're ugly face woman. Where's your imaginary friend? I thought you brought him over." He gave a dark chuckle, "You are indeed crazy. You are really losing your mind woman, you know that? I wouldn't be surprised if you end up in an asylum." Vegeta growled then he was smacked by his headache and by his girlfriend who gave him a glare that said 'apologize'. He rolled his eyes not fearing the look his mate gave him, it meant nothing to him.

"…" Bulma felt her insides burning, her blood sizzling to the point she felt her whole body was fire. She walked up to him as everyone watched in silent, ignoring their headaches for that moment. Bulma's energy, caused by anger, rise. Her azure eyes grew darker shade of blue that reminded him the water that surrounded Earth. Her fists there clutched tightly against her sides but did not raise them no matter how much she wanted to punch him. His words hurt her that it made her want to run. He called her crazy plenty of times but they never hurt like now. She knew she was with someone last night, she knew. She wasn't crazy!

"You don't know anything." She finally spoke, her anger diminishing in an instant. The dark color of her eyes moisten as tears were forming, she pushed in between the couple, heading out the kitchen, back up the stairs. The loud bang of a door being slammed was heard from the upstairs rooms. The rest of the gang, glared at the flamed haired man who didn't give a damn about the girl who was silently crying from his harsh words.

X~X~X

Chapter three done!
This is a Bulma and Vegeta fic by the way.
It will just take a while for them to get there but they will!
Promise!
I hope you guys enjoyed this long chapter!
R&R!
Pretty please? (:
Songs:
Volume Up by 4Minute
Sexy Lady by Jang Woo Young
Fantastic Baby by Big Bang
(They are Korean pop songs ((for those who don't know)), I took the English lyrics but they are really great songs to listen!
I named the club after another K-pop song which is really good too.)

~Eve