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Trouble

"Ugh! What am I going to do?" Bulma slapped her forehead, angered by her own vacancy. How could she forget that she had a date with Yamcha on Thursday? She did like him a lot, after all. Her mind began to race, and the more the tried to stop thinking, the faster thoughts ran through her head.

'What will I do?'

'Should I break it off with Yamcha?'

'Should I just not go to Vegeta's?'

'But then it'll look like I don't like him and he'll never invite me over again!'

'But if I break the date with Yamcha, he'll be mad at me too!'

'Well, I could just go over to Vegeta's Friday night!'

'Or I could make the date to Friday!'

'But then I might be inconveniencing one of them. And it's not good to make a date then change the time just like that.'

'Ugh. My head hurts.' Bulma felt dizzy from all the thoughts circling round and round in her head. She was sure of it; life, as she knows, was over. Done. Finished. She had to choose between a guy she's been going out with and really like but doesn't even consider her as his girlfriend, and a spoiled prince who has, and wanted, no friends but is actually trying to put his anger aside to be nice to her.

How could she choose? Both have their own pros and cons, of course, but the obviously weren't big enough for her to choose between.

"Damnit! If only there was something big wrong with either one of them, I wouldn't be having such a hard time!" she pitched the phone at her wall, causing it to break and hit the floor.

"Oops!" she crawled over to the edge of the bed to see if it was still usable. It was lying there, mangled up; sparks of electricity were coming out of cut wires, and batteries were dangling out of it.

"Kuso, kuso, kuso!" she cursed over and over. Frustrated, she just collapsed, half of her body hanging over the side of her bed.

"That's it, I'm gonna be a lesbian from now on; males are too damn complicating!"

Wednesday…

"Chi Chi, I need to talk to you now!" Bulma whispered anxiously to her friend as she headed for a bench. They were outside of the school building, waiting for school to begin. Bulma found this time as a good opportunity because Yamcha wasn't there to distract her and Vegeta wasn't there seeing her talking to Chi Chi and she didn't want him to think she was talking about him behind his back or anything, already having made the situation she was in worse.

"What's wrong?" Chi Chi asked at Bulma's tone, wondering why they were whispering.

"I am in deep water!" Bulma fearfully stated while looking around to make sure no one was near. "Vegeta and Yamcha are going to kill me! I'll never be able to show my face again!-"

"Bulma, will you just tell me what's going on?" Chi Chi was getting impatient, and curious of why Bulma was going to be 'banned' from showing her face again.

"You remember when you got Vegeta on the phone yesterday, right?" Bulma almost sounded angry at the end.

"Y-yeah. So how did it go?" Chi Chi feared the worst.

"Well I apologized and he seemed to be okay with me and so I just asked if I could come over-"

"You what?!"

"Shh!!!" Bulma shushed. Other people turned to look for a second, but soon went back to their business.

"Oh, this is great! And now you and Vegeta-"

"Oh, shut up and listen, damnit! You got me into this mess anyway!" Chi chi glared but kept her silence, none the less.

"Anyway, I asked if I could come over Thursday since we were out and said maybe we could hang out or something and, after some convincing that I wasn't trying anything, he said I could come over."

"So what's your problem?"

"After I hung up, I realized that I had told Yamcha that I would go out with him that night! Chi Chi, what am I going to do?! If I postpone the date with Yamcha, he'll think I like Vegeta better than him and won't want to go out with me anymore, but if I tell Vegeta I can't come, he'll figure out it's because of Yamcha and think I had some plan or something to get back at him for the party or something!"

"Well, I'd break it with Yamcha, frankly; Vegeta's got an attitude but at least he isn't a man whore," Chi Chi voiced her opinion as she was looking through her backpack for the homework due in 1A.

"Chi Chi!" Bulma smacked her on her back, almost making her hit her head on her backpack.

"HEY!" Chi Chi hit her back on the arm.

"Ouch! Damnit, Chi, I didn't ask you to insult one of them, I want you to help me fix this problem!" Bulma managed to maintain her low tone in spite of her yelling at Chi Chi.

"Okay, okay, let's just think…hmm…"

Chi Chi and Bulma sat there, with their heads rested on their hands, and their elbows on their knees, thinking away.

A minute passed…now two minutes…now three…finally Chi Chi spoke.

"I can't seem to think of anything Bulma," Chi Chi sighed, "Oh well."

Bulma looked up at Chi Chi with hate. "What the hell do you mean 'Oh well'?!?!? This is my future love life and friendship we're talking about here!"

"Bulma, calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down!! If you would have just minded your own damn business, this wouldn't even be happening!" Now Bulma was getting a bit loud.

"Well you're the one who made two dates on the same day, not me," Chi Chi ignored her complaints and went back to her search.

"GRRR!!" Bulma's face was beginning to turn red.

"Oh, wait, I've got it!" Chi Chi snapped her fingers.

"What? What?!" Bulma shook her, as if the answer would fall from her.

"Kami, Bulma, for the last time, calm down!" Chi Chi grabbed a hold of Bulma's shoulders, forcing her to be still.

"Well, then what is it?!"

"Look, you said your date with Yamcha was later on, Thursday, didn't you?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well just go to Vegeta's house in the morning, then later on that evening or whatever you can just go back home and Yamcha can pick you up!" Chi Chi beamed at her brilliance.

"I-I guess it would work! But…what will I tell them?"

"Why tell them?"

"Chi Chi, I can't lie to them!" Bulma frowned.

"Well then just go over Vegeta's, then when it's almost time to leave, simply tell him you're going on a date with the hoe- I mean 'Yamcha'," Chi Chi rolled her eyes to herself before continuing, "and just explain you had already had your evening set but it was night but it was nice visiting with him. Vegeta may get upset but he'll get over it! And if Yamcha asks what you've been doing all day, just tell him you've been over a friend's house!"

"And if he asks who?" Bulma started rejecting her plan.

"Well hell, Bulma, then just tell him you were over Vegeta's! He can't reverse what's been done, right?" Chi Chi shrugged.

Just then, the bell signaling there was ten minutes left until school began rung.

"Gotta go! See you in class!" Chi Chi grabbed her backpack. She said while running off, "Don't worry about it, B-chan, everything will be fine!" After that, she was out of sight.

Bulma groaned. It was the best plan she could think of, but she couldn't help but see the loose screws of it.

'I guess she could only think of plans with holes in them, considering her brain has a few.'

Bulma grabbed her purse and put it on her shoulder. She lifted herself up to put the backpack on her back; when she looked up, she caught Vegeta just as he was walking by. Even though she only had a profile view of his face, she could see his distressed look.

'He looks like he has a lot on his mind. How…how could I lie to him? Or just break off some visit for someone I know he hates? But I like Yamcha too…I like him a lot…but…Vegeta…'

Later on that day, after school…

"Kami, *sigh* I couldn't even look at him."

Bulma rolled into her driveway a couple hours after school was over. Instead of coming straight home, she went to the park to think but still couldn't come up with a better solution than Chi Chi's.

'Damn you, Chi Chi," she thought. Chi Chi was savior and yet, at the same time, was the one who got her into the whole mess with Vegeta.

'I just had to go and make off-hand plans without even thinking of what I was doing or when!'

"Hey, Bulma!" she heard a familiar voice suddenly drive through her ears and rip through her thoughts.

"Y-yamcha?" Yamcha came up to her car window and leaned forward into it.

"Hey, Bulma. You okay?"

"What?" Bulma hadn't realized she didn't even stop the car yet.

"O-oh, I'm fine! I just got home and I was just thinking. W-what's up?" In spite of her knowing Yamcha for a while, she always seemed to find herself getting nervous around him. She knew it probably showed, but she couldn't help it.

"I just wanted to know if we're still on for tomorrow night?"

Bulma took barely a second to come up with her answer. "Y-yeah, sure. H-how's 5:30 sound?"

"Great! I'll come by your house around 5:15, k?"

"A-alright! See you then, he he…" Bulma was almost to the point of sweating.

"Bulma, are you sure you're okay? It's almost winter and you look like you're burning up," he reached out and felt her forehead. She could feel herself melting on the inside.

'He's so great! And caring too! How could I even think of breaking a date with him?' She sighed.

"I'm fine, really." Yamcha took his hand away; she mentally frowned.

"Well, okay! See you tomorrow then!" he walked off back to his house. Bulma turned off the car with a huge grin on her face.

'He's so hot! I wonder where he'll take me! Oo, maybe we'll kiss- what?' Through her day-dreaming, she spotted someone walking on the other side of the street. It was Vegeta. With the same pain-filled look he had on his face before school. Suddenly she wasn't so happy about what she said to Yamcha.

'Damnit, damnit, damnit!' she cursed once more, like she had at the same time of the day, just a day ago. Once again, thoughts filled her head.

'What was I thinking? Telling him I was fine? That we were still on?'

'But what was I thinking telling Vegeta I'd come over? What will he think about me going out with Yamcha? How will he feel?'

'How would Yamcha react? Would he care? Will he dump me?'

'Why should I feel guilty?! Why do I care?! Why would he dump me?!'

'He will, won't he?... I'll loose a boyfriend. And a friend.'

'A lot to loose in one day…'

Thursday morning…

(Knock, knock!)

"Coming!" Bulma's mother chirped, prancing her way to the front door. It was early on that Thursday morning; nine o'clock hadn't even passed yet and already there was a visitor. Bulma's mother was up and going, as usual, while Bulma cursed silently to herself because her mother made her get up early, thinking it would be better to be at her friend's house early than late.

"Oh, hello! What's your name, deary? I've never seen your handsome face around here before!"

'Is this idiot her mother?!'

"Where's the woman at?" the young man 'asked'.

"Woman?" Bunny thought - to a degree - of whom he meant. Finally, it came to her.

"Oh! You must mean Bulma! She's not down yet but she's coming!" she sung cheerfully, inviting him in and closing the door. He actually didn't know whether it would be safe to stay around such stupidity; she could be contagious!

'Kami, no wonder the bitch is crazy; look at her mother!'

"Mom, who's at the door?" Bulma called out, opening her door. She started hopping down the hallway, trying to get her heel on.

"Someone for you, dear! Are you dressed yet, dear? You know you have to be at your friend's house soon!"

"Yes (Ah!), but I don't know why (Ouch!) I'm going so early to his house (Kuso!)! It's nine o'clock (Crap!) in the morning, damn- Vegeta!" Bulma nearly had a heart-attack when she saw him from the top of the stairs. She shoved on her heel and straightened out her clothes, embarrassed to be seen so disorganized-looking in front of him, or anyone for that matter.

Vegeta just stood there with that same dull, mean, yet slightly pitiful, look on his face he had since yesterday.

"Oh, this is your friend! My, isn't he just adorable!" Bunny talked about him as if he wasn't standing there listening to every word she said.

"V-v-ve-eget-tttaaaa!!!" Bulma froze.

'What is he doing here?! It's nine in the damn morning! W-well at least I'm dressed! Kami, what if he would have came earlier?!' Bulma found herself horrified at the very thought.

"Are you ready?" was all he could think of to say to her.

"V-vegeta! What are you doing here?!" 'And so damn early, damnit!' she finished the sentence in her head.

"You said you wanted to come over. Did you change your mind?" Vegeta's look suddenly went from dull, mean, and pitiful, to curious, angry, and downright depressing!

'Oh no! I didn't mean it like that! Damnit, damnit, damnit!' Bulma was starting to get the hang of using that word.

"N-no, of course not!" she shook her head, "I mean why are you here s-so early?! It just turned nine!"

"I would have come at 6:30 but the woman said humans don't wake up as early has saiyans."

'Most of us do, at least.' Vegeta thought back to a morning he remembered where Chi Chi was pulling Goku down out of his house, half-sleep; she had somewhere she had to be pretty early and wanted Goku to come with her, but Goku was having some problems with waking up.

"Y-yeah, right! Well, I-I'm ready when you are!" she could just feel his eyes burning through her skin.

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…'

'Ugh, I look like a fool!' Bulma was walking behind - to the side - of Vegeta, with last few minutes as the only thing on her mind. They were about to walk across the street to Vegeta's house but Bulma wasn't paying attention to anything that was going on.

'And I still don't know what to tell them! I can't just tell them I'm going out with the other or that I've been hanging out with one all day though I'm suppose to like the other! I mean, what kind of person-'

"Ouch!" Bulma felt herself being jerked back just as a car was about to hit her as it passed down the street.

"You should watch where you're going, woman," Vegeta said, looking straight ahead.

"O-oh, thanks," she hung her head in embarrassment.

"Perhaps I should just walk you across before you get yourself killed." Vegeta reached over and held her hand firmly in his, not even conscious of what he was doing. Bulma looked surprised.

'He…he's holding my hand.'

"Come on," Vegeta walked across the street, leading her across. She didn't know exactly how to feel about the situation. She didn't know whether he was doing it because he liked her, or because he was worried about her safety, or if he was just trying to be a smart-ass. Either way, Bulma didn't find herself complaining.

He didn't actually let go of her hand until they got to his door but, to her, it felt like a few seconds.

'Calm down Bulma! I-it was nothing!'

Vegeta opened his door and walked in, straight ahead to the kitchen. Bulma tried to shut the door quietly, but accidentally stumbled, causing the door to shut abruptly and make a loud banging noise.

"Huh?" Vegeta's mom poked her head out the kitchen door as Vegeta walked by. "Oh, hi Bulma!" Jene gave a small wave to go with her smile.

"Hi, Ms. Jene," Bulma said quietly. Jene's eyebrow arose curiously but didn't question her unusual quietness.

"Come on, I'm getting food on the table," she walked back to finish what she started. Bulma walked into the kitchen.

"You h-have a nice kitchen," she complimented, sitting down a seat down from Vegeta. The table was a medium size, holding up to six chairs; two on each side, one on each side. Vegeta sat on the right end, she sat to the left of him, and Jene's plate was to the right.

"So, how's school going, Bulma?" Jene tried to start up a conversation.

"O-oh, fine," she lied. Her grades may have been okay but her social life was going down the drain and going fast. She tried not to think about it but it kept slipping back into her mind.

"Turned in that project yet?"

"Yes, ma'am. We got an A." 'The best thing I've gotten since school started,'

"Well good!" Jene set down the plates of food; she had prepared about a million pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage.

'Wow, saiyans sure do eat a lot!' Bulma thought.

"You want something to drink, Bulma?" Jene said, looking in the fridge. It was a very large refrigerator, indeed; almost as high as the ceiling, and the ceiling was pretty high itself.

"Oh, y-yes. What do you have?"

"Well, let's see," she looked up and down in the refrigerator, "We have sprite, 7up, Dr. Pepper, Coke, Root Beer, Beer, orange juice, orange soda, Pepsi-" she stopped herself long enough to toss Vegeta a bottle of Pepsi, of which he caught and opened the top with his bare hands.

'Wow! This is like our fridge!'

"Champaign, sake-"

"I think she gets the point, woman," Vegeta growled. Jene turned and stuck her tongue out at him. Bulma giggled to herself.

"Oh, hush! So what would you like?"

"Um…actually…nevermind," Bulma started blushing.

"What? Tell us, go on!" Jene encouraged. Vegeta raised his classic eyebrow.

"I sort of like to mix drinks for, well, special occasions. You know, like this one, but I didn't get a chance to make it before I came…"

"Oh, I see. Isn't that nice Vegeta? She thinks coming over here to our little dojo is a special occasion," Jene smiled. Vegeta snorted. "Well, that's okay! Just tell me what you want!"

"Um…" Bulma wasn't sure if she wanted to say what it was, considering it sounded a little nasty but she had no choice when they were both waiting for an answer. "I like sake with coke, a little beer, some orange juice…and a taste of milk…with a touch of cranberry juice…oh, and a dash of Tabasco sauce…with a lemon…and some cherries…oh, and some whipped cream too…with an apple…and um…just a little um…mustard...and mayonnaise…blended…please…"

Bulma was apple red, Jene was to the point of bursting into laughter, and Vegeta's eyebrow had nearly hit the roof, by the time Bulma had finished her 'order'.

"Um…maybe I should say it again for you. Sake with coke-"

"A little beer, some orange juice, and a taste of milk with a touch of cranberry juice and a dash of Tabasco sauce with a lemon and some cherries and some whipped cream too, with an apple and mustard and mayonnaise blended," Vegeta and his mother both recited at the same time, "Right," Jene finished off, already started on it.

"Oh…ok."

'Saiyan memory is incredible,' she thought. She knew saiyans were strong, but she hadn't been over for more than 30 minutes and already had learned something new about Vegeta's mysterious race.

"Okay, and a little mustard…mayonnaise…there!" Jene turned on the blender, while putting the stuff away. When she came back it was all finished. Next she added some extra whipped cream on the top with a lemon and some cherries, all in a big coke cup she had gotten at a small carnival she attended one day while Vegeta was at school.

"Here you go," Jene set it down in front of her with a spoon and straw, just in case she needed it.

"T-thank you," Bulma smiled, looking at her favorite drink before her, and she didn't even have to burn one of her eyes out to make it.

"Well, go ahead and taste it; wouldn't want you drinking anything you don't like, now would we?"

As the queen sat down, Bulma took a sip of her drink. She pulled the drink away and shook her head as she swallowed.

"Damn, that's good; Better than my mother can make them!" Bulma accidentally slipped out. Jene began laughing.

"I assume you like it."

"Oops, sorry," Bulma apologized for her language with another blush to follow. This almost made even Vegeta crack a smile; Jene saw this.

'She'd be perfect for Vegeta.'

Well, Vegeta's mother seems to think them having a relationship would be great! But what about them? Next time, they're going to hang out but what happens when it's time for Bulma to (DUN DUN!!) leave to go meet Yamcha for their date??? What will she do? What will she tell Vegeta? When will I SHUT UP!??!? Well, actually, I'm about to shut up now, but to answer your questions, you'll have to stay tuned for the next Neighborhood Romances! Peaces Reeces!

Veggie-Trunks