Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neighborhood Romances ❯ Friends? ( Chapter 9 )

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HEYA HEYA!! I'm back! I've decided, instead of working on 13 at the same time or whatever, I'll work with 3 fics at the same time and update, then go to the next 3 and update at the same time^^. Neighborhood Romances, Life Isn't Worth Living Without You, and my newest, Runaways, are my three choices. Anywayz, here's the next chappie of NR!

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Friends?

Bulma sat in her room, groping. School had just let out and she went straight home. She had to admit to herself, she had a great time with Yamcha that weekend, but she couldn't help but feel sorry about Vegeta and what had happened between him. She also couldn't help but notice how pitiful and downright sad he was looking all through school.

"Vegeta, damn you! Ugh…Why are you so hard to get along with?" Bulma looked at her phone. She had been thinking about calling him ever since what had happen but it had been two and a half days and still hadn't. "Maybe I should call him. But what if he doesn't want to speak to me?"

`Why am I even thinking about the bastard?'

`He started the whole fight!'

`…But I guess I could have tried to ignore his comment and start a conversation'

`…But he didn't have to say anything at all!'

"Ugh!" Bulma exasperated just as the phone rang. She picked it up and turned it on. "Moshi Moshi?" "Hey Bulma, it's Chi Chi." "Oh, hey Chi," she said, dully. "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing…" "Oh, yes there is! I'm no fool, you know!" "Well I'd tell you Chi, but you'll just make fun of me!" Bulma pouted.

"No I won't! Now tell me, please?" "Well…hm…ok. I feel bad about…you know…fighting with Vegeta after that party and I don't know if I should call him or not." "That's it?! Hahaha- (Ahem) I mean (snicker) don't feel bad, Bulma! All couples go through hard times-"

"We are not a couple!!" Bulma raged, "I just like it when he…or anyone is mad at me. And really mad at me and not just saying it, you know?" "Just call him, Bulma! How bad could it be?" "Really bad, especially if he hangs up on me!" "Then go over there!"

"I WILL NOT!!!"

"Ok ok! Now look, stop being a baby! How about I call him first?" "Why?" Bulma questioned. "You know, soften him up for ya! But you've got to watch your temper when you talk to him. I admit, he's a little hard to get along with, but you can't let him get to you like he does. Now I'll call him and call you back when I'm through, then you call him. K?"

"Well, ok ok, his number is 843-9823, but don't tell him I want to talk to him!" "I won't, B! Oh, this is great! You two make such a good couple!" "Shut up!" Bulma clicked off the phone and tossed it aside.

"What are you up to, Chi Chi?" her mother walked into her room, still holding the doorknob. She looked a lot like Chi Chi, just older, she wore different kinds of clothing, and her hair was down.

"Nothing, mother! Why do you think I'm always up to something?" she turned around to her mother. "Because you have a huge nose and it always seems to be caught in others' affairs," she teased.

"Could we discuss this later? I'm trying to call Vegeta!" "The Price?" she questioned.

"Yes! (Deep breath) Because-Bulma-feels-bad- about-fighting-with-Vegeta-and-they-both-have-been-moping-around-since-the- party-so-she-wants-me-to-talk-to-him- first-so-I-can-get-him-ready-for-her-call-so-he-won't-hang-up-on-her-cause- she-knows-she-likes-him-but-won't-admit-it-to-me-so-I'm-going-to-get-them-b ack-to-talking-to-each-other-then-they'll-grow-up-and-have-little-Vegetas!" she said in one huge breath, "Isn't it great? Oh, I can't wait! And they can come over and play with our babies!"

"Who's?" "Me and Goku's, of course!" "Chi, dear, you have problems!" her mother laughed. Chi Chi Frowned. "What?! Why?!" "You're planning out your life and everyone else's!" she said, still laughing as she exited.

"SO?!?! ARGH!!"

&&&&&&&&&&&& then!

"Vegeta? Vegeta? Someone wants to talk to you on the phone," Jene knocked on his door. `It better not be that stupid bitch!' he thought. "It's Goku's girlfriend." `What?' he got up from his seat and opened the door. "Here," his mother handed him the phone and left for downstairs. Vegeta looked at the phone and his eye twitched.

`What does she want?'

"What?" he `greeted'. "Hello, Vegeta. How are you?" Chi Chi started out politely. "How much?" he asked, suspiciously. "I don't need any money, thank you. Hasn't anyone ever just called you to say hi? You know, have a conversation?" "No."

`Ugh, he's difficult.' Chi thought.

"Well I am, so feel lucky! So how are things going?" "Look, woman, why the hell are you calling me with this nonsense!?"

`Damn, he's really difficult!'

"Vegeta, you're my friend, friends call friends to see how they're doing!" "Since when am I your damn friend?!" "Since I said so!- (Ahem) I mean (ass) I think of you as one. You can be nice when you want to be, you know."

Vegeta was getting frustrated with her. She seemed to be avoiding a fight with him so he really had no reason to hang up on her, which he really wanted to do.

`Why don't I just hang up?'

"Now, I'll ask you again. How are you?" "Horrible, and you?" he said, sarcastically. "Just fine, thank you. Well, I have to go now, but we'll talk later! We might actually have a conversation for once!" "You wish," he muttered, hanging up the phone.

&&&&&&&&&&&& then!

"Ok, Bulma, you can call him now!" Chi Chi beamed. "Thanks, Chi!" "But, look, I can't promise anything!" "I know, I know!"

&&&&&&&&&&&& then!

"Vegeta?" Bulma said as she answered to the phone being picked up but no response coming. "Woman?" "Bulma," she corrected. "What the hell do you want? Where's your damn human? Can't you harass him instead of me?" he clicked the phone off.

"That ass!" Bulma immediately called him back. He picked up the phone angrily. "What?!" "Don't you hang up on me, damnit!"

"Bulma, are you ok dear?" Her mother knocked on her door. "I'm fine!!!" she yelled back. "Um, ok honey," Bunny decided to leave her alone for a while.

"Now you listen Vegeta, I-" (click) Vegeta hung up again. "SON OF A BITCH!!!" She dialed him again. He picked up the phone, once again.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WHAT?!?!?!" "LOOK, ASSWIPE, DON'T HANG UP THIS DAMN PHONE!!!" She grabbed her pillow and tug on it, ripping it in half. "WELL YOU BETTER QUIT BITCHING AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!"

"Vegeta, what is your problem?!" his mother banged on the door. "SHUT UP!!!" He yelled. "U-Um…" Jene, like Bulma's mother, decided to just wait for the results. "I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU BUT YOU WON'T LISTEN BECAUSE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DAMN, ARROGANT, PIG-HEADED MONKEY!!!" she hung up in his face this time.

"GRRR!!!" Vegeta threw the phone down on the ground, making a whole as it went through his floor and landed in the living room, barely missing Jene's head. "Kami, why are you punishing me?" Jene held her face.

Bulma slammed the phone on the receiver and grabbed her shoes, threw them on, and went for her cell phone. `Son of a bitch! I never want to see his ass again!' she got her coat and put her cell phone in her jeans pocket. Bursting through her bedroom door, she flew down the stairs and out the house.

"Be home soon-" her mother started but she was already gone.

She walked to the end of the block, opposite of Vegeta's house, to see `someone'. She knocked on the door. Out came a tall, black-haired woman with a scar on her cheek. "Yes?" "Is Yamcha here?" "Hold on. HEY, YAMCHA!!" she `called' him down. "Coming!" he rushed down, distinctly hearing Bulma's voice.

"Oh, hey Bulma!" Yamcha's mother left, no thrilled to stay and watch them flirt. "Can we go somewhere?" "S-sure, babe." `Damn, they're still up there!' "Come on, let's go." "Don't you need your coat?" "Nah, I'm fine!" Yamcha shut his door quickly.

"So you just wanna walk or something?" "Yeah, that's fine," she smiled at him. `Good, she doesn't expect anything.'

"Hey, girls, they're gone," Yamcha's mother said, walking by the door. "Good!" Nina and Marina rushed on the rest of their clothes.

`If he wants to screw up his life, it's none of my business. I'm only his mother, after all…'

"Hm, Marina." "Yeah?" she looked up while she tried to hook her bra. "You know, Vegeta lives on this street too…let's go pay him a visit," she smiled viciously with lust in her voice. "Um, ok," she said, wonderingly.

&&&&&&&&&&&& then!

"Chi, dear, do you know what's wrong with Bulma?" Bunny called Chi Chi to find out why Bulma was screaming. "Oh no! Was she on the phone?" "Yes, and she kept talking of some monkey-" "Kuso!- Oh, excuse me ma'am! I have to go!" Chi Chi hung up the phone then dialed for Goku.

"Moshi Moshi?" "Goku, can you sense Bulma?!" "Uh, y-yeah, why-" "Just do it damnit!" she yelled. "Ok, ok!" he scratched his head. He concentrated on her ki; it was pretty close. "She's about 2 blocks down…and she's walking with Yamcha."

"ARGH!!!" Chi Chi's face went red. "Why, Chi?" " (Deep breath) Because-I-tried-to-get-her-and-Vegeta-to-talk-again-cause-she-felt-bad-abou t-the-party-night-but-they-must-have-started-fighting-again-when-she-called -him-and-now-she's-going-to-start-making-herself-believe-she-really-likes-Y amcha-better-but-she-doesn't-and-now-I-don't-know-what-to-dooo!!!" She started pouting and walking around in circles.

"Awe, Chi, I know how she feels. I feel bad about it too…but look, maybe if I talk to him tomorrow and straighten things out between us, maybe I can talk him into to `stopping by' that club we're going to Friday night and they might make up!" Goku beamed over his plan.

"Goku…I think…that might work!" Chi Chi was too, jumping off the walls. "You're great, Goku! (Sigh) I love you," she went into dreamy mode. "I love you too, Chi," Goku said, and that was the start of a beautiful 4 hours on the phone, telling about how one loved the other more.

(Knock knock knock!) "Hellooo!" Nina chirped, catching the ear of a certain saiyan mother whose ears already hurt from the loud banging on the door. She opened the door and looked at the two young women on her porch. "Hello," she said, checking them out.

`Who the hell are these two? She feels ok but I don't get good vibes from this one here. And what is she wearing?' "Hello, sire!" Nina bowed, womanly, lifting up what was there of her `skirt'. "I prefer Ms. Jene." "But Queen, such royalty should be greeted properly," she continued sucking up.

"I see…well, whatever rocks your boat," `Which is obviously rocked by too many,' she thought, sniffing the very impure scent that leaked from her. "Is Prince Vegeta home?" she asked, smiling. `Is this someone my son hangs out with?! My Kami, what did I send him into? She's a slut!'

"Y-yes. Shall I call thy royal son down?" She decided to play along with her suck-up game. "Yes! Tell him his princess is down here." She tossed her hair aside, proudly. "Who may I say is calling?" "I am the great Nina!" she announced. "Uh huh… (Not) and who are you?"

"I'm Marina, Ms. Jene! Nice to meet you-" "Ahem!" Nina butted in. "I-I mean, I'm the great Marina!" Marina stuttered, smiling meekly at Nina. `Ugh, she'll kill me!' she thought. "Er…Vegeta, you've got company!!" she called out. "Tell whoever it is to go to hell!!!" he shouted back.

"I don't think he wants to-" "Oh, Vegeta, darling!" Nina grabbed Marina and ran pass Jene to upstairs. Jene shook her head.

`My poor baby. He doesn't need this right now.'

"Oh, Vegeta!" Nina crashed through his bedroom door. Vegeta spun around to see his enemy. "Where the HELL did you come from?!?!?!" Vegeta could be heard throughout the house. "I've come to see you, baby," she babied him.

`This is going to be a long two minutes.' Jene grabbed a magazine and laid out on the couch.

"…I am going to tell you this one time…and one time only…get the hell out of my house…and my room…and my damn LIFE, FOREVER!!!" Vegeta really started twitching. "But baby, we haven't even-" "Don't even think it, bitch!" he growled.

"Hi Vegeta," Marina waved behind Nina. "Shut up, Marina!" she yelled. "Oops, sorry Ms. Nina, ma'am!" Marina stepped out the room and waited. `Damn, she's even got the girl as her bitch!' "Get out, slut," he said, one more time. "Now Vegeta," she closed the door gently, "Be good."

Jene picked up the phone. (Ring! Ring!) "Yeah?" the blonde-haired android picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Who's this?" "This is Vegeta's mom. You're 18, right?" "If you mean my name, yeah. What's up?"

"Don't touch me," Vegeta warned. He didn't want to give away the fact that he would never hit a woman, unless in training, but he wasn't hiding it well. "Look, this will just take 10 minutes, and I assure you: It'll be the best 10 minutes of your life." Nina was going straight for the target and the target didn't seem to be defending.

"Are you serious?!" 18 yelled. "Yeah, so I was wondering if you might come over and get rid of her for me? I've got 50 bucks waiting on you if you do," Jene bribed. " (he he!) Don't worry, Queeny, this one's on me," 18 hung up the phone.

"Vegeta, just hold still…or up," she licked her lips, once again, at him. Vegeta was looking quite terrified. `Why the hell don't I just act like we're sparring?! She the damn enemy, after all! Kuso!' Vegeta dodged her hungry hand from touching him. "Get the hell away from me," he warned, once again.

"You are so hot!" Nina pounced on him. "Damnit, get off of me!" Vegeta attempted to pry her off without actually ripping an arm off or some injury of the sort, though he really wanted to cause her pain. "Hold still!" she went to kiss him but he jerked away and they went from his chair to the floor.

"Oo, kinky!" she purred. She had Vegeta pinned to the floor and wasn't getting off. `Why the hell don't I just throw her off?! She'll be out the hospital in a few months!!' Marina was still sitting out there, waiting quietly for Nina when she saw 18 coming up the stairs and pass by her.

"Hey, they're in th-" "Be quiet!" she ordered.

"Hey, bitch?" "What?" Nina looked up to meet 18's face. "How have you been? Haven't `talked' to you in a while." 18 took her foot and knocked her off of Vegeta. "Grr, how dare you!" Nina dusted off her shirt. Vegeta was flat on the floor, arms crossed, grouching.

`Great, now I've got a damn woman saving me from another woman!' "You know, I haven't got to thank you, `Nina'." 18 walked up in front of her. Nina got to her feet and looked her in the eye. "For what, android?" she sneered. "For you trying to hit on my Krillin at that damn party Friday NIGHT! So I'd like to THANK YOU!" she screamed as she punched Nina right in the jaw.

Nina flew into Vegeta's wall, cracking it. "Ouch! Shit!" she screeched, grabbing her cheek. She stumbled to her feet. "Marina, come in here!" Marina rushed in the door. "Kick her ass!" Nina bellowed. Marina looked at 18, 18 glared at Marina.

"B-but I-I-I-" "I said now!" Marina held her head down. "Grr!" Nina stomped over and slapped her in the head. "Damn you, come on!" She stomped out the room, trying to keep herself balanced. "I'll get you back, 18!" she yelled before getting out of hearing distance.

Marina turned to go. "You know, you don't have to listen to that bitch," 18 stated. Marina turned around to face her. "I know, but if I don't…I won't be cool and everyone will make fun of me like they used to! I don't want that," she sniffed, running out the room and out the house.

18 felt sorry for her for a moment, but quickly dismissed it and looked down at Vegeta. "You're pitiful. Why didn't you just hit her ass?" Vegeta looked up at her and glared. "What do you think I am, bitch?! A woman-beater?!?" "Well you've trained with women, haven't you? Think of it like that!" "I tried that, damnit!" Vegeta growled.

"And one more thing," Vegeta looked at her with all seriousness, "This moment…-" "Never happened," they said together. "I got it, I got it. Punk," 18 walked out. "How dare you insult me, slut!" Vegeta yelled out at her.

"Thank you, 18. They left quite quickly!" Jene winked. "Yeah, yeah. I had a score to settle with the hoe," 18 twitched. "What was wrong with the other girl? Why is she hanging with that…that…-" "Vending machine? Because she thinks she won't be `cool' unless she does! Hmph, idiot," 18 left out and slammed the door.

`Oh, I forgot about Vegeta!' Jene ran upstairs to see the condition of her son. "Vegeta, are you ok?" she put her hand on his cheek. Vegeta jerked away. "I'm fine!" "Oh, ok…" Jene looked sad for a moment. "Is that girl from your school?" she asked, suddenly.

"What do you think?" he muttered, walking back to his chair. "Vegeta, I'm sorry," she started coming up behind him, "But it's only one girl! She'll get bored of chasing you an-and go find someone else! It's ok-" "For who?! You or me?" he held his head.

"I want to be alone, woman…" "…Mom," she corrected him, softly before leaving him to himself.

&&&&&&&&&&&& then!

Tomorrow…

Tuesday…

1A…

October (Remember what month we're in!)…

Here we go…

"Now have out your homework when I come around!" Mr. Grimm said, ready to take up papers before starting the day. Vegeta slammed his backpack down on the desk and ripped it open, grabbing his homework and then threw the backpack back on the floor.

`Is…is he really that mad at me?' Bulma had really started feeling bad. She hadn't known of everything that had went on: his memories of his planet, fighting with his mother, Nina. She really believed he was just angry over her fighting with him. `I invited him to the party! I should have been nicer! Kami, I'm such an ass! Argh, why do I feel so bad?!'

Bulma held back tears. She didn't know why she wanted to cry but she did. Vegeta and Yamcha both sensed this.

`What's wrong with Bulma?'

`What the hell is wrong with her?'

`Did I do something?'

`Ok, I bitched at her, no damn reason to cry!'

`Or did someone else? Like that monkey!'

`Why do I even care?!'

`Maybe she's mad at him for that night at the party!'

`Maybe she's still mad about that damn party.'

`He did start the fight.'

`Hell, I started the damn fight; what's she all damn sad about?'

`And he's been pissing off at her ever since!'

`Ok, I've been pissing off at her, but kami! She's acting like she did something to make me go off! Why do I care?!?!?'

`What's wrong with her!?'

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Simultaneously

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`What's wrong with her?!'

Vegeta and Yamcha were both preoccupied, to say the least. "Vegeta? Vegeta!" Mr. Grimm said again. "What?!" he snapped out of his trance. "Are you through day-dreaming? I'd like your homework now!" he said, firmly. Vegeta slammed it on his desk.

"Hm, thank you," he picked it up and walked to the next. "A Prince shouldn't be treated like this, you know," Vegeta sneered. "Get a crown, your own country, and a castle and a few planets and call me back," Mr. Grimm responded. "I've destroyed planets better than this pile of shit!" he sneered again as the teacher walked away. `Asswipe,' Vegeta thought.

Lunch…

"Hey, Vegeta," Goku walked up to him. He was sitting away from all the table, down by the fence on the right. "Why is everyone following me?!" "Hey, I'm not following, V! I just want to talk to you. About, you know, the other night. What I mean to say is-"

"I don't care what you have to say; you or the rest of this planet! Now I suggest you go before I started whining about nothing again!" Vegeta did his third sneer of the day. "Vegeta, I didn't say that-" "That's what you meant." There was silence for a moment, then Goku started once more.

"Look, I'm sorry. I guess just got mad. I don't know why you won't try and get along more with Bulma. I mean, she's a bit…like you, but that's no reason to yell at her every time you see her."

"It wouldn't matter anyway, since I do not like the bitch!" Vegeta glared. "Yeah…ok, so anyway, just try and be nicer to her-" "Did you not just hear me?" he growled. "Yeah, I heard ya. Anyway, just try making up with her. You know, listen to her if she tries to talk to you-" "Get away, Kakkarot!"

"Ok, ok! So…you still mad at me?" "…maybe," Vegeta replied. "I'll take that as a no! Bye, see ya 3B!" Goku ran off, as happy as ever and went back to his food. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Goku, what did you go over there for?" Bulma asked, slighting glaring. "To talk. He looked kinda lonely by himself, ya know?" Goku said between chewing. "Yeah…" "Bulma, you ok?" Yamcha asked, `worried'. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

&&&&&&&&&&&& then!

"Hey, Bulma, it's Chi Chi." "Oh, hey Chi. What's going on?" she asked, dully. "You and Vegeta, that's what! Now call him again!" Chi Chi ordered. "(Sniff) I don't feel like it, Chi, okay?"

"Bulma, are you crying?"

"N-no!" she blew her nose.

"Oh, Bulma, stop crying over him and call him!"

"I'm not crying over him! Hell, I haven't even known him for a whole 2 months yet!"

"Yeah, but you were getting close to him till you let him get to you and started cussing him out!"

"He started it, damnit! Stop blaming me!!" she broke out into more tears.

"Hang up the phone!" Chi Chi hung up her line and grabbed her coat. "Mom, I'll be back in a few minutes!" she said, passing by the kitchen and out the door. Chi Chi ran past Goku's house to the other side, where Bulma resided.

(Bang bang!) "Coming!" Bunny chirped, prancing to the door. She opened it and Chi Chi ran right by her. "Oh, dear!" "Sorry, Mrs. Briefs!" she apologized, then ran right for Bulma's room and opened the door. "Now you listen to me, you're going to shut up with all that damn crying and CALL HIM!!" Chi Chi bellowed, grabbing the phone out of her hand.

"Chi Chi, what are you-" "Shut up!" she began dialing a number. Bulma's eyes widened. "Chi Chi, don't you dare!" Bulma grabbed for the phone but Chi Chi jumped out the way. (Ring ring!) Bulma heard it ringing. "Hang it up, Chi, seriously!" Bulma got up and kept trying to grab the phone but Chi Chi kept blocking her with her free hand.

"Hello? Is Vegeta there?" she asked. "CHI CHI!!!" Bulma yelled. "Tell him Bulma wants to talk to him-" "NO YOU DON'T MS. JENE!!!" Bulma knocked Chi Chi on the floor and started wrestling her.

`What the hell?' Jene started laughing. "Ok, Chi Chi, I'll tell him. Vegeta! Pick up the phone! It's Bulma, Bulma Briefs!" she told him from downstairs, once more.

"Who?!" Vegeta shot up off his bed.

"You know, blue girl!" she yelled back. Vegeta looked at his phone.

`She's calling me…' Vegeta thought, half anxious and half terrified. He slowly reached for the phone and clicked it on.

"Chi Chi, stop!" Bulma grabbed the phone finally, ready to click it off. "Woman?" a voice stopped her. `Oh damn, he actually picked up!' Bulma cringed. She glared daggers at Chi Chi. "I'll see you, Bulma!" she smirked, laughing all the way as she ran out the room.

`GRRR!!!!' "…Hello?" she squeaked. "I'm here, now what the hell do you want-" Vegeta stopped himself and took a deep breath. For some reason, he felt like that wasn't the right thing to say. "I mean…why did you call me?" he gritted his teeth. It took all his might to say it but he did, and it wasn't even that nice.

`He…he…he's trying to be nice.' Bulma's heart stopped pounding so hard when she heard him speak. "I-I wanted to t-t-tell you something," she said, softly. "Well, what the hell is it?" Vegeta lost his patience very quickly. "I wanted to tell you that...I'm sorry. (Sniff) I-I mean I know you started it anyway (Bastard) but I guess I could have ignored you dumb comment; I know you can't help but be an ass," she laughed for a split second for sniffing again.

"…-…--…You push your luck, human," He finally responded, but not harshly, not angrily, but unusually…nice. " (Sniff) Yeah." `Is she crying?' he thought. "Is that all you want?" "Y-you know, we're out of school for the rest of the week after tomorrow."

Vegeta was surprised to hear that. "What? Why?" "Some old holiday. We have a lot of those on Earth, you know." "If I did, I wouldn't have asked," he snorted. "A-anyway, I was wondering, maybe I could, you know, come over Thursday?" Vegeta was, again, surprised at her request.

"Why? What is the purpose?" Vegeta didn't understand. "You know, to hang out," she said, not realizing she had stopped crying.

"What's the point of this `hanging out'?"

"Well, to interact, have fun, you know? It's not healthy to-"

"I've already heard that damn line, woman," he shut her off. She laughed a little. "Yeah. So um, can I? Maybe you could tell me about your home planet a-and stuff or something like that." "Do you really care to hear about it or is that just your damn excuse for entering my chambers?" Vegeta wasn't kidding.

"Of course it's not an excuse, Vegeta! Kami, Vegeta, everyone isn't out to get you!" "Grr!" Vegeta was beginning to regret talking to her. "Look, I'm sorry! I just want to come over Vegeta, I'm not trying anything, ok?" she waited. Vegeta thought about it and came to a conclusion.

"Well…fine, but you break something like that damn fool and I'll be forced to blow you to hell. Understood?" "Whatever, Veggie, bye!" "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!" she heard just as she clicked the phone off. "Snicker, snicker."

Bulma put the phone on the receiver, just as she remembered a very important detail about Thursday. "Oh, damn, I told Yamcha I'd go on a date with him Thursday!"

UH OH!! (DUN DUN DUN!!!) What will she do now?! Find out next time on Neighborhood Romances! (Nice soap opera music plays in the background, preferable the ending theme of Neon Genesis Evangelion^^). Peaces Reeces! See you the week of 2/23/03! (If not sooner cuz I might be able to get the updates done faster than what I have on there^^ I hope so! Peaces Reeces!

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