Chapter 9: Party?

"If malice or envy were tangible and had a shape it would be the shape of a boomerang."

Last time on Dragon Ball Z

He scowled. Trunks told him that Goten said that there was going to be a surprise for her when she gets home. His scowl deepened as he felt many Ki's inside the compound. "That idiot weakling is throwing her a party?"

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"This is great. Just fantastic, instead of continuing my training I have to get involved into some stupid "party". Why did these idiots throw one? The woman's condition is not one to celebrate!"

Vegeta grunted as he reached the door with Bulma and Trunks standing next to him. He sighed and took out his keys. He could hear whispers from the inside. He rolled his eyes and opened the door slowly.

"SURPRISE!" Shouted the group of friends. Everyone was giggling, and smiling. Yamcha walked up to Bulma slowly and gave her a quick, repeat quick hug. Vegeta eyed him carefully, checking his every move. "If that weakling tries anything stupid I'll-" But was cut off in his own thoughts when Bulma placed her hand on his shoulder. "Vegeta look! They through me a "Welcome Back Party!" She giggled and walked up to her friends each giving her a hug and presenting themselves, just in case Bulma wouldn't have remembered them.

Everyone was there. (A/N: Please don't make me be specific. I'm pretty sure you know who would be here!) She looked around the room slowly. "So this is my living room, wow, I have good taste!" The room was large, and it was filled with party stuff. A boom box, a punch bowl, etc. "Hey Bulma! Nice to see that you're feeling better! I'm Goku! Remember me?" She smiled and gave him a light hug. "Goku, oh you're that guy that visited me at the first day when I was in the hospital! Um…" She squinted her eyes and frowned.

"No sorry Goku I do-" but was cut off when Vegeta suddenly stood behind her. "Leave her Kakkarot, she doesn't need any of this right now…" He said. No anger though, no emotion, just a simple statement.

Goku nodded. "Well ok Bulma; I'll see what I can do to refresh your memory." He smiled and suddenly ran towards the food table. "ALL RIGHT!" he shouted. He started munching on everything. Everyone rolled their eyes and sighed. They're going to have to go get more food.

"Oh Vegeta I feel terrible." She sighed and faced her husband. "I feel so guilty." She whispered. Not wanting the others to hear.

He frowned and looked down on her. They were close, really close. "Wo-Bulma…it is fine, do not worry about it…just have some fun." She nodded and walked up to a group of woman. Leaving Vegeta behind, he starred at her. Examining her actions. She was worried; she was clearly in a house full of strangers. He scowled. This was something he disliked deeply. Of course not only was he keeping an eye on her, but also at the weakling. He had better not try anything tricky.

"Um…Hello." Said Bulma shyly. The two women looked up and smiled. ChiChi gave her a big hug, and 18 only smiled.

"Oh Bulma, I've been worried sick about you, how are you feeling?" said ChiChi. She released her tight hug, and almost started crying. "Whoa, I must be really close to this person."

"Um well not the best week, but I'm fine." She gave a weak smile and reached for a cup of punch.

"You'll be just fine Bulma, your memory should recover soon, don't worry it's not forever." Said 18. Bulma smiled and nodded well that was good news, but when?

"Oh really! Well the doctor forgot to mention about that! Ugh! Well so tell me, who are you all's name's?" She said curiously.

"Oh, my name is ChiChi." She said smiling.

"And my name is 18."

"ChiCHi, and 18?" 18 laughed. "Yes um I get that reaction a lot."

"Oh well…ok!" They all laughed when suddenly a man started calling Bulma. She looked around and saw a…man with green skin?

"Bulma, how are you feeling?" Said the green-skinned man who approached her and who was suddenly over towering her. It is true Namekien's so seem to be extremely tall.

"Oh…um…good uhhh?"

"Piccolo the Namekien." He stated. Might as well tell her what species he is.

She arched an eyebrow. "So, you're like an alien?" He nodded and smirked.

"Oh ok cool, from what planet are you from?" He crossed his arms and his smirk faded.

"Planet Namek."

She giggled, "Wow another alien." She thought. He smiled and walked away.

"Wow, I sure do have some interesting friends." She said as she faced ChiChi, and 18 again.

"Yup, do you already know where your husbands from?" asked ChiChi who grabbed a cup of punch nearby.

"Yeah, Planet Vegeta-sei." She smiled and took a sip from her cup. She turned around quickly just to get a little glimpse of her Prince again. He was staring at her that was for sure. He was leaning against a wall, away from everything. Arms crossed and just simply starring. Bulma turned back and frowned.

ChiChi and 18 exchanged worried glances. "Oh no it's ok Bulma, he just doesn't like party's…" said ChiChi.

Bulma nodded. "Well I suppose but is he always like that?" she asked.

"No, not always…" stated 18.

"HEY BULMA!" shouted a man from across the room.

Bulma looked up and saw a man with a scar on his face. He was walking up to her fast with a big smile on his face. She only waited until he reached her. Not knowing anything on about what is going to happen next.

"Bulma, come here, you have to see this!" He reached out for her hand and started to drag her across the room. She stumbled a little bit but managed.

Wondering how Vegeta is?

Vegeta growled and at a Nano second suddenly pushed off Yamcha from holding Bulma's hand. Bulma gasped and Yamcha stood up. "Hey man what's your problem I'm just trying to show her something."

Vegeta chuckled, kind scary. "Weakling you think I'm stupid, why on earth would I let you show her anything." He stood up straight and growled again. Yamcha took a few steps back.

"I just wanted to show her a few homemade videos that Mrs. Brief told me about; I took her hand and started guiding her to the flat screen since this room is so big!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Excuses." He grabbed Bulma's hand. "Well then…lead the way."

Yamcha grunted and was practically stomping towards the TV with the couple following behind. Everyone else who was at the party decided to go check out the movies, and the little drama scene.

Yamcha bent down towards the VCR that was under the TV and pulled out a tape from his jacket. He put it in and pressed play. Goku turned off the lights and everyone took a seat at the couch or at the floor. Trunks and Goten sat at the very front of the TV and started munching on some popcorn.

Vegeta flopped himself down at the black leather couch with Bulma sitting right next to him, no space in between. He put his arm around her and stared at the screen waiting for this little home movie to start. Bulma was confused. Why did these two men hate each other so much? What is the story behind this little scene? She sunk down in her seat and pouted.

Homemade movie

Press Play.

"Bulma! Bulma dear! Look at the camera sweety!" said a much younger Mrs. Brief. She was holding her camera that was pointing at a little girl with blue hair. Bulma. She was about five years old.

Mrs. Brief giggled as Bulma started jumping around. Apparently, she just saw a frog and started copying the amphibian's actions. "Look mommy a FOG!"

"No sweety it's called a Frog."

"FOG!" She started jumping again, but suddenly tripped on a nearby hose. She landed on a puddle of mud, which stained her clothes completely. Little Bulma was wearing a pink dress. Her hair was down with soft curls, which were stained with mud.

"Oh Bulma sweety let's go give you a bath, oh wait honey say hi to the camera you look so adorable!" said Mrs. Brief as she zoomed in on her little daughter who started to cry.

"Mommmy!" She started rubbing her eyes and started to whimper.

"Oh sweety it's ok don't worry you want to call daddy?"

Bulma nodded still rubbing her eyes and stood up slowly. "DADDY!"

Suddenly a much Younger Mr. Brief came out. He had a white T-Shit with some blue shorts and he was holding a spatula. Apparently he was about to go start a Barbeque when his little girl started to blurt out his name.

"Oh sweety you all dirty." He said. He picked up Bulma carefully trying not to stain himself. "Let's go give you a bath…"

Screen goes blank

Everyone awed a long aw. Bulma started to laugh that was just too cute. Everyone looked at her with a smirk. "What? I thought they were called FOG!" Everyone laughed except for Vegeta who only pulled her closer. He smirked and continued looking at the screen.

Press Play.

"Mom, how do I look?" said a now sixth teen year old Bulma. She was at the mall with her mother buying a prom dress for her high school prom. It was light blue that matched her eyes perfectly. "Do I look fat?" She said checking herself on the mirror. Mrs. Brief giggled which made the camera move a little bit.

"Oh sweety you look gorgeous!" She giggled some more. Bulma faced her and smiled.

"Mom that doesn't answer my question!" They both laughed. She started to unzip her dress when she noticed that the camera was still on. "Mom turn that off!"

Next Scene.

"Oh mom look at my little Trunks! He's walking again!" Said Bulma who was now holding the camera. She was pointing it at the little baby with purple hair and blue eyes. She giggled as the baby struggled to keep his balance. He suddenly fell which made Bulma hand the camera to Mrs. Brief.

"Trunks let me help you." She said. She offered her arms but Trunks only held up his tiny hand refusing any help at all. "Wow, like father like son!" She laughed and grabbed the camera again. "Trunks, sweety look at the camera!"

Trunks faced the camera, with a scowl on his face. His mouth was opened a little bit; he raised his hand into a fist and started saying "RAWR, RAWR!" Bulma giggled.

"Yes, baby Dinosaur GRRR!" He started to giggle which made him fall again, only this time he fell into a puddle of mud. "Oh Trunks bath time AGAIN!"

Screen goes blank.

Everyone laughed as Trunks blushed. "Yamcha! Why'd you put that one?" He asked.

"Oh come one Trunks, it was exactly like Bulma's, I just had to put it!" Everyone started to laugh. The lights turned on.

"Well that was cute." Said Bulma.

"Yeah Bulma I hope that this helps you at least a little bit." Said Yamcha who started walking up her. Vegeta still held her close, still protectively. Although right now, he couldn't help but keep smirking, that was a little to amusing. "Like father like son…"

Bulma noticed how he started to chuckle. She sat up a little bit and faced him. "Wow Vegeta I've never heard you laugh before, well at least chuckle." She giggled as he started to literally laugh.

He put his hand behind Bulma's gently and pulled her in. Her forehead leaned against his as he was still chuckling. "Bulma, "like father like son"…" She giggled and kissed his cheek.

Yamcha cleared his throat. "Uh hey Vegeta Goku wants to talk to you outside for a minute."

Vegeta eyed him and stood up. He passed by Yamcha and walked out the door.

Bulma pouted and sunk in her chair. "Great."

"Uh hey Bulma, I want to talk to you, somewhere alone if that's ok with you?"

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Oh great what is this guy up to? Find out on the next chapter DUH! Therefore, yeah I know I took forever sorry! It's summer guy's come on! Oh and this Sunday is my birthday, and I'm going to get my laptop which means I can finally right my stories as much as I want whenever I want BUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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