Thaaannnkkkksss A LOT for all the reviews you guys gave me! I just like to say is that now that I have spell check on my computer, I went over the first six previous chapters and I gotta say is "OH MY GOD! HOW were you people able to read through that?" I got a couple reviews telling me about my spelling errors, and I thought they were just minor things, but now that I looked at them and I nearly passed out. It looked like a freakin' three-year-old typed that! I was typing so fast that I didn't realize I did that, and I'm truly sorry about that. I'm surprised you didn't stop reading after the first chapter! I'm very happy to say is that I fixed ALL the errors and if you couldn't understand the previous six then feel free to reread them. Thanks a lot for understanding, I'll try NOT to make the same mistake again.

Chapter Seven: The Bet

"Miss Briefs, you have jelly on your back." A boy said from his seat in the back row. Bulma stood at the board with a marker in her hand and she froze when she heard those words. Less than thirty minutes ago was a big food fight and what Bulma didn't realize what that she got hit in the cross-fire. Great, this couldn't get any worst. But it did. Bulma dropped the marker on her desk and turned around to pull her jacket off.

"Stupid kids..." She muttered as she peeled it off her and turned it around to face her. On the back of her perfect black jacket with lots of white zigzagging lines, was a big jelly stain that appeared to looked like a deep blue. Oh, great! My perfect jacket that I got last year for Christmas is ruined! How am I suppose to get this out and worst how am I suppose to wear this around the school for the rest of the day? Its only noon! Bulma wore this certain jacket to match her black jeans. Underneath her jacket was a pink shirt that matched her high heels and earrings. Her outfit was ruined.

She shoved her jacket into her bag and turned back to the board. "Forget that...lets move on. Did anyone remember what we went over yesterday?" Nobody answered. For a bunch of juniors they sure did act...dumb. She didn't feel like going through this with her class. Her brain was already full of crazy things like that weird thing she thought about her and Vegeta. It wasn't everyday a woman thought about making out with her ex husband even though she had a boyfriend. Things were never like that at all. To make it worst, Bulma felt that she might feel awkward now around Vegeta.

Why should I feel awkward about it? It was just simple kissing...oh god...I enjoyed it so much I wish it were real. Wait? Why am I thinking about this? Am I going nuts? Quick Bulma! Say something smart! "Physics...is good." No, you idiot! Now they're all looking at you like you're nuts! Why did you say that? Quickly, change the subject! Bulma shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. "Come on you guys. When I stand up here and talk do you guys even listen to me at all?" Some nodded, others didn't. "Well, at least you're being honest."

She never ran so fast in her life when she left Vegeta's office. But, why was she afraid? Afraid that it might come true? Afraid that what Yamcha said might be real and it will happen sooner or later. Should she tell someone this? Or should she keep it to herself? Bulma remembered that awhile back she had to see a psychiatrist after her divorce with Vegeta. It felt nice having someone to sit there and listen to you while they take your money. Well, except the money part. She never felt like talking to anyone during that difficult time.

Of course, she was the one that wanted it, but why did she take it so rough? Trunks took it harder than anybody and without the support of his mother and best friend then who knows what he would've done. Bulma lifted up her hand and wiped away a tear that was forming in her eye. Don't do it Bulma. You promised yourself that you wouldn't go down that road again... She cleared her throat and asked, "Can one of you at least tell me what the definition of physics is?"

A girl raised her hand and answered. "Physics is a natural science that involves the study of matter and its motion through space-time, along with related concepts such as energy and force." She placed her hand back down on her desk and smiled.

"Well thank you Jenny. It appears that someone has a brain that's working in here." She grabbed a stack of papers off her desk. "Pop quiz. Clear your desks and I want this done in fifth teen minutes before the bell rings." Everyone sighed loudly and Bulma smirked. If she was gonna suffer, so were they.

Gohan quickly plopped down in his seat just before the bell rang. When Broly left the lunch room, the janitors came in and told everyone to get to class and they'll take care of the mess they made. Gohan couldn't be happier. Though he did feel sorry for whoever had to clean that mess up. Since the lunch room was so big, the ceiling seemed to reach on forever. They all somehow managed to throw food up there and it'll take probably the tallest latter in the world to clean that off. The next lunch period had to eat outside because of the mess, and Gohan heard they're were a lot of bugs especially bees out that day.

Some were stung, while others couldn't enjoy their lunch. Talk about a bad lunch day. To Gohan's relief, he heard that Jack was getting expelled from school so he wouldn't have to worry about fighting him. It didn't take long for a rumor in school to spread. If Seize told Mary something at 9:00 then by 9:08 everyone would've heard about it. That's just the way it was. But what Gohan still couldn't help but wonder about what Gwen said. Something about what her mom said about getting her 'man' back? Vegeta wasn't her man. He knew he use to be married to Bulma but that was awhile ago. They divorced five years ago and it wasn't in Gohan's nature to go ask them why.

He looked up and pretended to pay attention to his History teacher. He was so old and boring. He goes by many names but the one the students gave him was Mr. Graystash. The man had a long goatee that reached to the bottom of his belt buckles. No one lets a goatee grow that long. It wasn't even a goatee anymore but a beard now. It was so long it often got caught in the door, window, or in a drawl. Why wouldn't he just shave it? He was married once and divorced the same year which might explain why he was so cranky.

If you ever walked past him and didn't smile, he would stop you dead in your tracks and cursed at you till you did. Student or teacher. Except Broly. He didn't want to lose his job. He was telling them about the World War II and of course Gohan has been hearing about this since he started high school "Mr. Gohan Son?" He spoke his name very quickly and loudly. That snapped him out of dream world. Gohan quickly looked up and stared at the old man. He looked like he was about eighty.

"Y-yes sir?" He gulped and watched the man look at him over his bifocals. "Are you paying attention?"

"Y-yes sir...I am."

"Really? Then what did I just say?" Oh crap. "Ummm, that a war started back in the early nineties?"

"No. I did not say that. This so called 'war' happened to be World War II we're talking about!" Leave it to the old man to take thing like this seriously. A couple of kids snickered behind Gohan and he wanted to run out of that room so badly. Mr. Graystash took his time walking over toward his desk and sitting his book down. "Son. Son. Son. I remember that name...I use to teach your father...I think his name was Goku. Am I correct?"

"Huh? Oh, yes sir."

"Good. I remember he use to be just like you. Never paying attention to a word I say. Always off in Lala Land somewhere. Just like him..." He reached into his drawl and began searching through it. "Because of Gohan, you're all going to have to copy all of the definitions out of the textbook. Now." Everyone turned in his direction and began shouting insults. raised his hand to silence them. "Keep talking and I'll add more." The room grew quiet and the only sounds you could hear was him ruffling through that drawl.

He pulled out a pen and closed the drawl and that's when it got caught in it. He tried to pull away but that didn't work. The room immediately busted into laughter, even Gohan. They all watched as the old man struggled to get his beard or goatee out of the drawl. The reason why it was so funny was because he could easily free himself just by opening the drawl, but the stubborn old man insisted he get it out this way. He placed both of his hands on the white thing and tugged on it.

After a few minutes of struggling, he suddenly realized the problem and opened the drawl to pull out his beard. It looked very scrunched up and tangled. "Stop laughing! I order you all to!" They all quickly stopped and he stood up from his desk. He ran a hand through his beard and frowned. "Because of that...you are all going to rewrite all of the definitions in your History book. From page one to page one hundred, and there are over thirty definitions on each page. Due tomorrow." Everyone sighed loudly and he walked in front of board and began writing down the assignment.

"Oh, great...my life freakin' sucks so bad." Gohan mumbled as he pulled out his textbook and began writing down definitions.

"Hey, Chichi when is your next break?" 18 asked as she walked into the teacher's lounge with 17 beside her. The two sat down as Chichi looked up at them looking confused. "Huh? Oh, I'm on my break now. My next one isn't until three o'clock when school is over, why?"

"Because me, 17, and Krillin all have to go to that stupid after school meeting, are you going too?" 18 asked and Chichi shook her head. "No, if you guys went to the stupid one on Friday then you wouldn't be in this mess. When is it over?"

"Five. Can you pick Marron up after school then? Since we're all gonna be here. She's in kindergarten and she might be afraid if nobody shows up for her."

Chichi leaned back in her chair. Before she could open her mouth, Bulma entered into the room. "There you are Chi, look can you pick Trunks up for me? I forgot to got to that meeting on Friday and-"

"Sure. I'm already picking Marron up for 18. Why not?" She answered her. The bell rung and Chichi got up from her seat. "I gotta go teach Child Care, bye guys. Have fun at the meeting." Then she was gone. 17 turned to Bulma. "Hey, did you hear about that food fight that happened fifth period? I heard a kid got expelled, is it true?" Leave it to 17 to be all in the teenagers gossip. Bulma nodded.

"Yeah, I was in there when it happened."

"But Bulma, isn't your break fifth period? Why were you in there?" Bulma sat down in a chair and gave them a weak smile. "Oh, I went to see Vegeta." She said plainly and watched as they gave her odd looks. "What?"

"Nothing, Its just that you've been seeing Vegeta...a lot lately." 18 quickly said. She saw Bulma frown. "And? What's that suppose to mean?"

"Like I said nothing Bulma. Forget I said anything." Bulma looked at 18 with anger in her eyes. Just what was she talking about? Did she think that her and Vegeta have sort of secret relationship going on? The woman has obviously lost her mind if she thought that. To make this situation even more embarrassing, Vegeta happened to come in there at that exact moment.

"Why did you run off woman? Do you know who you left me in a room with, huh? Tien. Out of all the people why did you leave me with him? He's so freakin' boring!" He pulled out a chair and plopped down next to her. Bulma once again felt very uncomfortable next to him. His arm was on his lap making it touch her leg. She was about to faint sooner or later. "I-I thought I told you that...I couldn't stay in there long, Vegeta."

"Why not?"

"Duh, I had a class to teach." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Like you know what your doing..." He mumbled and Bulma glared at him. "Vegeta, you didn't get hit by any food at all did you?" He shook his head and dug in his pocket to get his phone out. He began pressing a bunch of buttons before finally turning his phone around for the other three to see. On his phone, was a old baby picture of Trunks. He looked about two or three years old and was sitting on the couch with a big cup in his hand. "Awww! That's so cute!" 18 said as she looked at the phone.

Bulma gasped. "You still have that picture?" Vegeta nodded and pushed the phone closer for Bulma to see. He pushed it so close that it hit in her face. "OW! Why did you do that?" Vegeta smirked. "You asked me if I still have this picture and I showed you. What are you blind woman? Its right here."

"I know its right there you idiot! I was just surprised, that's all!" Bulma leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. Some jerk he is! She lifted her hand up to brush her hair out of her face. "I can't really remember when we took that picture. It all seemed so long ago."

"How is Trunks by the way?" 17 asked and 18 hit him in the arm. "What?" He whispered and she said, "Don't ask them yet. What's the matter with you people? Don't you have any respect for other people's privacy?"

"18 calm down. I just asked them a question."

"Its okay 18, thanks for looking out for me. Trunks is...okay. I guess."

"What do you mean?" Vegeta asked as he looked back down at his phone. He began pressing buttons but stopped when Bulma said, "When we divorced Vegeta...Trunks was acting...strange. He took it harder than anyone." They were quiet, so Bulma continued speaking. "When Trunks was seven, me and Vegeta divorced, and it was about a week after when I noticed this strange behavior he was having..."

Bulma walked into the small kitchen of her home holding a laundry basket in her hands. She walked over toward the table and sat the basket down next to Trunks. He was sitting in the chair with a crayon in his hand and was scribbling on a sheet of paper. "Hi sweetie." Bulma said giving him a warm smile. Trunks only half nodded and continued to scribble. Bulma grabbed a shirt out of the basket and began folding it.

"Whatcha drawing sweetie?"

"Nothing..." He mumbled. Bulma looked at Trunks with a worried expression on her face. He looked paler than usual and wasn't speaking much at all. Only time Trunks opened his mouth was when spoken to. That was weird. Trunks was known for being an energetic kid. It wasn't like him to mope around the house all day. He stopped playing with the children at his school and he began to play by himself, besides Goten.

Out of curiosity, Bulma walked over and sat down next to him. "Can I see?" She asked as she placed her hand on the table toward his picture. Trunks froze at that moment and seemed to hesitate before speaking, "...no...I'm not done yet..."

"Aw, come on Trunks. Please."

"No."

He quickly grabbed the paper and slide it under his left hand and covered it up with his right. That didn't stop Bulma from reaching over and yanking it out of the seven-year-old's grasp. "Mom! Please give that back to me!" Bulma shook her head. "Why should I? What's the matter with you? You've been all crazy-acting and stuff."

"No, I haven't."

Bulma looked down at the picture and her eyes widen with fear. On the paper, was a picture of a tree. It appeared to be old and dirty-looking. On the side of the tree appeared to be a boy that looked like Trunks. He looked…unhappy. He leaned against it with his back to the world. But that's not what made her freak out. High up on the tree were branches, and on these branches hung people…all around their necks and arms were chains and they all appeared dead. Their bodies were covered in blood and scars.

What made it worst, was that a SEVEN-YEAR-OLD drew it. This wasn't something a normal one would draw. It was very detailed and sketched out as if it took him a week for him to draw. She stared at it, then at Trunks, and then back at the picture. "…H-how? How did you draw this…Trunks?"

He didn't answer her. His eyes were blood-shot and he didn't look at her. Bulma looked at him with a concerned look on her face. "T-Trunks…please answer me. Why and how did you draw this?" He finally turned to the blue-haired woman. Trunks reached his hand out and said in a very low voice, "May I have my picture back, mom?"

"Huh?"

"Can I, I mean, may I have my picture back mom?"

"First you answer me young man."

"I drew it because…that's how I feel inside. I'm the reason WHY daddy is gone, I'm the reason why you stopped loving him, aren't I mom?"

"No! Trunks, no of course not! You are NOT the reason why me and daddy separated, it has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry if you thought that Trunks but-"

"Then its true? I didn't cause you two to-"

"No! Where on Earth did you get an idea like that?"

He shrugged and grabbed a purple crayon off the table. "I dunno." Just as she expected, Trunks began coloring the boy's hair in. She stared at him in amazement. How can he draw something like that and think its…normal?

"…about a week after that, I took Trunks to go see a psychiatrist. They said it'll take him awhile to return to his normal self again. It might explain why he's acting so rude to Yamcha. To this day, he still sees one once a week."

They were silent for awhile. Vegeta just shrugged and once again turned back to his phone. He wasn't interested anymore. "…you know one thing I hate about my life?" She asked and 17 and 18 shook their heads.

"Everything." She got up and walked out of the room. Vegeta looked up and spoke. "Where the blasted woman go?"

"Somewhere…away from you." 17 answered and Vegeta just shrugged. He got up and walked out of the teacher's lounge. "17, don't you see what's going on between those two?" 18 asked her twin brother. He shook his head and she sighed.

"Bulma and Vegeta still have feelings for each other, and I don't think they can hid it any longer. Sooner or later, these two will fall in love with each other again."

"18, you're acting paranoid. Of course not. Bulma is happily with Yamcha and Vegeta is… well whatever Vegeta is. You must be crazy if you think that."

18 turned to him. "Okay. How about this? If Bulma and Vegeta don't end up together by the end up first semester, then I'll pay your car bill and heat bill for a year." That was interesting. "Well, what if they do? What do you win then?"

"You have to baby-sit Marron for a year, bet?" 17 hesitated for a second before reaching his hand out to shake the blonde-haired woman. "Bet."

"Bulma will you stop walking away from me!" Vegeta yelled as he walked over toward Bulma. He roughly grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. "What's your problem woman?"

Bulma frowned. "Vegeta get away from me! I just wanna be alone right now!"

"Why? You've been acting snappy all day!"

"As if you cared, leave me alone Vegeta!"

"If I didn't care then why would I ask?"

He did have a point. Bulma opened her mouth and before she could speak, the bell rung. Oh, no. Within seconds, the hallway was filled with rushing teenagers and they were all shoving. One tall boy was running down the hall so fast that he ran straight into Bulma's back. Bulma, however, was caught off guard by the boy and she quickly fell forward and knocked Vegeta straight onto his back.

It all happened so fast. Everyone present at the time in the hallway froze. Not because Bulma was laying on top of Vegeta, but because she was…kissing him? When she fell, her lips landed right on top of his. Now, it wasn't everyday you see two teachers in the hallway kissing one another and to make it worse, Stacey Nightshadow saw it all.

Bulma's eyes flew open to only see Vegeta's eyes staring back at her. It only took her a second to realize her lips were practically stuck to Vegeta's. Bulma's face turned dark red as she quickly broke the kiss off and climbed off Vegeta. She looked up to see dozens of faces staring back at her. OH GOD! THEY ALL SAW THAT?

Vegeta sat up and wiped his mouth. "Go to class!" He yelled and they all scattered like flies. Vegeta too was blushing. Never in his life as he felt so embarrassed. Stacey walked over to the two outraged. "Oh my god! Vegeta! How could you?" Vegeta looked up at her confused. "What? I didn't do a thing! Blame Bulma for that!"

"Me! You're the one who wouldn't move out of the way!"

"Why didn't you try to stop yourself? You planned that!"

"I did not! Where did that stupid boy go?"

"Don't blame it on him Bulma! I can't believe it!"

"You can't believe it? I'm the one with a freakin' boyfriend you idiot! Why didn't you move out the way?"

"Why did you fall on me, and to make it worst you kissed me!"

"You know what? Screw you Vegeta! I'm probably the only girl you ever kissed, so ha!" She stood up and marched down the hallway away from him. When she was out of sight, Stacey turned to him. "What is the matter with you 'Geta? I go into the office for one minute and I see you making out with Bulma in the middle of the hallway with a bunch of teenagers watching!"

"Its not my fault that they walked over and saw us!"

The way Vegeta said it made Stacey's eyes widen and anger shoot through her. Angrily, she lifted up her notebook and smacked him across his head. That, however, didn't hurt him at all. Vegeta looked up at her glared. "WHY do YOU even care? I'm not your boyfriend or anything! We're not even going out! Get away from me before I break your neck."

Stacey didn't seem fazed by anything he said. "Oh, 'Geta. You haven't been in this school long, so you don't know much about me. All I gotta say is that I always get my MAN." She spun on her heel and walked down the hallway. Vegeta looked to his left and spotted Gohan at his locker. Apparently, when he told everyone to go to class, Gohan didn't because he was too busy being in shock to move.

He glared at the teenage boy from across the hall. "What did I just say? Get to class Kakarot's brat!"

"Okay, just gotta get something out of my locker."

He began shoving things around. Vegeta walked away toward Gohan's direction, and right before he was out of earshot, Gohan heard him say, "…her lips seemed softer than usual…I guess it has been awhile. I wish I could've been the one on top." It seemed like Vegeta mumbled this EXTRA loud and Gohan's face turned red. Oh, boy Did he just say that in front of me? What is going on with this guy?

When the three o'clock bell rung, dozen of people (including teachers), ran out of the school. Because Orange Star High School was so big, there were only a few good parking spots that was the near the front of the school. If you had a car parked there, then it'll make you easier for you to get out of the 'traffic jam'. Lots of seniors got their licenses over the summer and some of them didn't even know what they were doing. Some drove like morons others like old people. Goku parked his car toward the back of the school which was a BIG mistake and now he was stuck in a jammed up, bumper to bumper, traffic jam.

"Come on! Move! We gotta go pick Goten up from school!" He shouted and leaned back in his seat. Next to him, was Chichi in the passengers seat. She was going through her purse and looking around for some makeup. "I heard from a little birdie that some teachers were in the hall making out?" Gohan, who was in the back seat, heart stopped.

"Who?" Goku asked and watched as Chichi continued going through her purse. "17." She said without looking up. She pulled out some lipstick and pulled her small mirror out and began fixing it.

"He said he heard it from a girl in his English class. I swear, he's a grown man that needs to get a woman, always in the teens business."

"I didn't hear anything about it. I just know that Broly expelled that boy named Jack today. Something about him starting a food fight and, get this, Broly said that he wanted to fight Gohan! Ha-ha! That's so ridiculous!"

Gohan felt his stomach tighten at what his father said. Goku pressed down and gave the car a little gas and moved up a bit in line. This was getting stupid. "Did you hear what Krillin said to Tien?"

"No, what did he say?"

"Well Tien was talking to him and was like 'Krillin, I noticed something' and Krillin was like 'What is it Tien?' And Tien was like 'You have more hair today than you did yesterday.' And Krillin freaked out." Chichi gasped. "He said that?"

"Yep!"

"I heard Vegeta say something earlier about Bulma." Gohan interrupted. That got his parents attention. Should I tell them? Should I? Its not really none of my business to speak about them but…

"What is it Gohan?"

"Well, mom…earlier when I was in the hall I saw Bulma fall on top of Vegeta…and she accidentally kissed him. Everyone saw it and I did too. When Bulma left and me and Vegeta were the only ones in the hallway, I heard him say-" He stopped when he heard a car horn go off in the background.

Goku turned back around in his seat to realize that he was at the front of the long line. They already left and he was holding up traffic. He pushed down on the gas and then pulled out of the parking lot. They were quiet for some time before Chichi asked, "What were we talking about again?" Goku shrugged, "Beats me. Hey, wanna here what Tien said to Krillin?" Chichi's eyes widen. "What?" Gohan leaned back in his seat and sighed very loudly. Sometimes he thought his parents were idiots and he didn't know HOW they became teachers. Why should I even bother telling them? They'll probably forget about within an hour….

Bulma walked out of the building with an angry look on her face. Never in her life as she been so mad at Vegeta before. First, he kisses her in the hallway in front of a bunch of kids and now what he said at the meeting was terrible. For the teachers that didn't attend the last meeting had to attend his one and of course, Vegeta was one of them.

"Does anyone know what the number one problem is we're having in this school?" All of them shook their heads. "All of our recent test scores seemed to DROP for some odd reason?" Broly looked up at them and frowned. "Which means you all are not doing your jobs right. Remember, if you all don't teach at least one freakin' student then the School Board is coming after me, not you!"

Bulma shook her head. She was tired. It was already after four and she still didn't know if Chichi had picked Trunks up for school. Her eye lids felt extremely heavy an before she knew it, she was dozing off. If it hadn't been for her cell phone vibrating, then she probably would've fell asleep. She slide her phone out and looked down at the number. It was one she hadn't seen in awhile. She opened up her phone and read the text message:

WAKE UP WOMAN!

It was Vegeta. Great, her day is getting worse. She looked up at Broly then back down at her phone and text back: FCK U! How DO U remember my #? Stop texting me!

STOP BEING A BITH AND LOOK FORWARD!

Y R U WATCHING ME? U ALREADY EMBARRASSED ME EALRIER! GET LOST!

HOW CAN I GET LOST IF I ALREADY KNOW WHERE I'M GOING? MORON!

DROPDEAD O K?

SCREW U!

Bulma looked up and glared at Vegeta. He smirked back at her and looked back down at his phone. Seconds later, Bulma's phone vibrated and she read:

U R MAKING A FOOL OF YOUSELF!

STOP TEXTING ME!

U STOP TEXTING ME!

U DID IT FIRST!

She looked up and saw everyone staring at her. What just happened? Why are they looking at me like that? "Well, Bulma?" Broly asked as he tapped his foot impatiently. "Yes or no?"

"Yes or no what?" He shook his head. "We are having a Donation Drive, do you wish to be in charge of it?" She quickly nodded and without thinking she said, "Yes of course I do."

"But sir, this is too big of a project for Bulma to do on her own. Can you assign another person to help her out and assist her?" A woman named Jen Crossover said. She taught Earth Science to freshmen. Broly looked at her as if in deep thought before saying, "You're right. I'll chose Vegeta here to help you out Bulma. You two will begin tomorrow on it."

Bulma's eyes practically popped out and her heart stopped. OH MY GOD! WHY him? Out of all the freakin' people in this crowded room, why did Broly have to make me work with him?

"Do you mind Vegeta?" Broly asked. "I don't mind. Me and Bulma can work together…perfectly." When he said that he turned to the blue-haired woman and smirked mischievously at her. She glared back at him to only cause his smirk to deepen.

Now her life is totally screwed up. It seems no matter what or when she does something, she'll always be with Vegeta. ALWAYS. She angrily slammed her car door and placed the key in. At the thought of what just happened, she couldn't help but smile. "What can be so bad about it? I can't help but think about where this will leave us to. He is a good kisser by the way. Oh, my god. Did I really just say that? Snap out of it Bulma. You're just losing your mind. You're just losing your mind."

She shook her head and backed out of the parking lot. Little did she know, 17 and 18 were also in the parking lot. "Get ready to watch Marron." She said as they opened their car doors. "Oh, ha-ha 18. Not funny at all."

A/N: Here's chapter seven for ya! I hope u all enjoyed that little scene in the hallway between Bulma and Vegeta. This time it was REAL! Yay! I wonder how many people liked it? Oh well, I'll figure out when you Review! Thanks, and bye!