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Pulling into one of the many empty parking spots, Bulma let out a sigh seeing no other vehicle. It was just her luck that she was on time and would have to wait for the arrival of her guests. She was grateful that it wasn’t winter or even fall which would have her fighting snow and cold weather! With a shiver she grabbed the coffee cup and took a small sip of the steaming brew—not that she would need the warmth, only the caffeine it provided. After her shower last night she had gone back to the dorm room and read while listening to her roommate’s keyboard tapping. Bulma had hoped that the dull atmosphere would have her drows

Bulma walked into the dorm she shared with Chi-chi. The girl was nice enough, but she was quite shy and one of those people that was always trying to please everyone. Sometimes Bulma just wanted to grab the girl and shake her to see if it would bring out a different personality. There were glimpses of a tougher veneer that Bulma would catch when her roommate became annoyed or frustrated but somehow she managed to contain it. It might be better to learn from Chi-chi rather than bring another volatile college student into the world. Tilting her head to one side, Bulma watched her roommate—who was oblivious to other girl’s presence&#

Bulma sat behind the library counter, watching the other students ignore and pass her by to use the private study rooms or desks set around the two story college library. She propped her elbow on the countertop and slouched in her chair, letting her chin fall to her open hand. It was so boring being on duty but she had volunteered to help out even if she was now regretting that decision. Her classes were far too easy and didn’t require a whole of studying on her part, so she had thought that lending a hand with small jobs around the campus would keep her occupied enough. Sighing miserably into the palm of her hand, Bulma closed her eyes

As Bulma strode across the yard she was so angry and confused that Yamcha’s yelling didn’t reach her until he was almost upon her. She scrunched up her face in annoyance before turning toward the man.   “What,” she hissed in frustration, still moving toward the door. She just wanted to be alone and wrap her mind around what Vegeta had just proposed.   Yamcha stopped short of her, matching his steps so that he kept walking behind her. “What happened? Did he hurt you?” Bulma couldn’t help the laughter that burst free. “Hurt me? Nothing more than usual, I suppose.” When she heard the shocked

Yamcha eased the door to Capsule Corp open. The house seemed deathly quiet for the usually chaotic family that lived inside, but he wasn’t too concerned. He knew that Bulma would most likely be down in the lab with her father and her mother would be doing some kind of chore around the house. Then there was the latest houseguest: Vegeta. It had been a little over two months since Yamcha’s last visit, but if Vegeta had decided to unleash his temper on Capsule it would’ve been on the news. The buildings wouldn’t be standing and the Saiyan’s next target should have been Yamcha.   Walking through the silent hallway, Y

Bulma stood in the lab that she shared with her father, her jaw was now slackened by the news she had just received. Her father, the person to tell her the devastating news, was staring at her with a look of concern. "I figured you would have been happy with the news," he continued on a bit airily while his daughter's face remained in a shocked state. "It's a chance to expand our research. Goku is a great tester, don't get me wrong," the doctor quickly added the last bit to appease Bulma's temper, "but if we want to take this bot to the public we really should think about getting new testers." The lavender haired woman shook her head, her e

It wasn't anything extraordinary, the feat she had just accomplished, but for her to achieve such a reaction was something she'd never attempted before. She chewed on her bottom lip just thinking about it. A secretive smile and small blush covered her face as a hand automatically came up to cover her own reaction—even though no one was around to witness it. A sudden chill ran down her spine causing her body to sober and stiffen. "You didn't get far." The gruff tone of his voice had her whipping around, the ends of her long hair tossing back over her shoulder. "I wasn't aware I was supposed to be hiding," her tone was neutral, not sure