I sighed and glared at Vegeta.

"Well, of course she can, she *is* a *dog*, if you know what I mean," I sneered, hoping to get an angry reaction from Chichi.

"Bulma, Chichi, I think that is enough. We are *all* running from Frieza now. I don't know you and Vegeta's reasons, but I'm sure we will find out all too soon," Goku said, trying to be the peacemaker. I was surprised he was being so civil with me. He really was too nice to be true.

"Well, how about you tell Chichi to *shut her hole*, and maybe I will be able to do so also," I said, glaring at Chichi.

"How old are you, Bulma?" Chichi asked suspiciously, as if it made a difference.

"I'll be sixteen in two months," I answered. "How old are *you*?" I asked evenly, never skipping a beat.

Chichi had the expression of someone who was amazed on her face. "Only *fifteen*?? Oh dear, worse than I thought!" She said.

I took this as an insult. "What is wrong with being young? Oh, wait, you wouldn't know, considering you look to be about...oh, I'd say forty-seven."

Chichi crossed her arms and gave me a knowing look. "I, for your information, am twenty years old."

This caused me to crack up. I laughed so hard, my lungs were beginning to hurt. "Ah, Goku, your wife is a player! She is three years older than you!!" I laughed some more, and I could see Yamcha was trying to hide his own laughter.

"Shut up! I am seventeen, it isn't *much* of a difference!" Goku protested, sticking out his lower lip, much like a child would.

"Oh, shimatta, Wonder Man is my age," Vegeta sneered, and I turned on him.

"Vegeta, shut up! Are we going to go or what?" I asked, trying not to show my reluctance on my face. I still was friends with Yamcha, and I didn't want to see his reaction.

"I was just waiting for you to finish your nice little chat," He responded, and walked over to us. "So let's go."

Goku stepped forward, recovering from his little child episode.

"You, know, Vegeta, we could just all travel together, for safety reasons. Two Saiyans are better than one!" He said happily.

Vegeta hiked one eyebrow and snickered. "It is *King* Vegeta to you, Kakkarott," He said, and let an amused look slide over his features. "But I am afraid that you would...rather clash with my plans."

Goku laughed and let an innocent smile come on. "What are your plans? I am sure that we can adjust!" He said, his obliviousness almost making me sick.

"Uh, Goku, I don't think that you will be able to adjust. Really, I think that you should all stay away, it can be dangerous-" I started, but was interuppted by Yamcha.

"No, Bulma! I don't trust Vegeta's intentions, you are too pretty for something like this. Come with us, we will keep you safe," He said softly, glaring at Vegeta, who stood his ground suspiciously.

"No, Yamcha, I am pretty sure that I can take care of *myself*," I protested, and went to turn around, but was stopped by a strong arm. Yamcha's. He was holding me back.

"Bulma, you just stay with me, don't worry, you will be safe from him soon," He said, sounding much like some cheesy superhero. I could feel the tension building between everyone.

Vegeta narrowed his black eyes at Yamcha, and smirked. "I'd like to see you *try* to stop me," He said, his voice low and cool.

Yamcha faltered for a second, but tightened his strong grip on me. I felt like a friggen' piece of *meat* here! I gritted my teeth and gathered my breath up for an outburst.

"Dear *Kami*, just let me *go*!" I yelled, and bit into Yamcha's arm, hard. I tried to make an escape, but I apparently wasn't strong enough, for Yamcha caught me after a step or two.

I growled and stayed put. What could I do, he was so much stronger than me.

Goku looked at Vegeta, then Yamcha.

"Yamcha, though I agree with you about where Bulma should go, I don't agree with your method of making her stay. I think you should let her go, it is her choice," Goku said slowly, as if he wasn't sure.

"Yeah, weakling, hand her over before I beat you into a bloody pulp," Vegeta warned, advancing.

I shook my head angrily.

"Just let her go, Yamcha, I, for one, *hope* that she gets killed or something!" Chichi said coldly, sticking her mousey little nose in the air.

This really set me off and I felt like going Super Saiyan myself.

"JUST ALL OF YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME MAKE MY OWN DAMNED DECISION!!" I yelled with all the strength I could manage.

Everyone got quiet and looked at me, looking a little scared, except for Vegeta, of course. I scowled and disentangled myself from Yamcha's arms. I glared at them all and stamped away, away from the little clearing and in the direction of the city.

If I couldn't get there with help, I would make there by *myself*, help or no.

~*~

I had been walking for about a half an hour when I came to a sidewalk. A sign of mankind, I was shocked!

But what I saw before me just made me sick and discouraged.

Vegeta was resting on a park bench, looking at me triumphantly.

"Don't underestimate my common sense, woman, it won't really get you *anywhere*. Oh, and by the way, I must say that I am glad that you made the decision to stick with me." He said, amused.

I sighed and plopped down next to him on the iron bench. My feet hurt and my legs were sore. Vegeta chuckled softly.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"They were mad, and seemed to take your little 'act of independence' on me, so I took off. The fools are probably roaming around lost right now," He answered, laughing at the last idea. But I didn't find anything very funny right now.

"I want a new outfit. And some shoes. I look like a prostitute," I said, and giggled when a couple passed us stared.

"So what? We have more important things to think about, like *where* in this stupid city Capsule Corps is!" Vegeta said, and sighed tiredly. "Though I don't know *how* we are gonna do that."

I laughed. "I have been on this Earth only a little more than you, and even *I* know how!" I said, my mood lifting a little. "Watch this."

An old woman was sitting on a park bench, stroking her little French Poodle, who growled as I neared. The woman looked up and looked me over. I no doubt *did* look like a prostitute.

"Excuse me, miss. I am Bulma Briefs, and my mother owns Capsule Corporations. I know I look bad, but I was mugged, and I need directions to the nearest headquarters," I said, and made sure to even add a little shivering and trembling. I felt classic, if not looked it!

The old woman's face softened. "They have been looking for you for *years* dear! Oh, and your poor mother! Capsule Corporations has been moved to Miami, I'm afraid, and so has your mother," She explained. "Good luck, deary."

I smiled and turned back to Vegeta, smiling. "Who's good?" I asked happily.

Vegeta scowled. "Where is Miami?" He asked.

I smiled with glee. "Welcome to the city where the heat is on, all night on the beach till the break of dawn..." I sang, and cheered: "Flordia, baby!"

Here we come, watch out! I thought.

~*~

Yeah! Miami, babay!! I couldn't help myself, I love the song and the city!! Oh and I don't own the song, Will Smith does, oh well! See ya in chappy 26, wow, I am far....

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