I woke up in a strange room, a strange place, until I realized where I was. The early morning sun shone through the windows, and the sheets were all kicked off the bed. What a normal morning! The last time I had had one of *these* was the morning before the day I had gotten captured.

I could smell *some* sort of food, food was probably much different here then on Vegetasei. I had been on Earth a couple of days, but only a couple day's worth of discovery's didn't mean *anything* in such a large place.

I pulled on some maroon pajama pants that I had gotten on before brushing my hair. I was wearing a black wife-beater with them, the one I had slept in. My face was still kind of pink from swimming in the salty water yesterday, but I couldn't do anything about that, so I padded out to the living area. Brad and Tyler were sitting on the counter. Some meat that was cut into strips was frying, and it smelled really *good*. I hadn't had something really nurishing in days, and my body felt it, all right!

They looked me up and down, and I smirked. Typical. I smiled at them and mumbled a 'good morning'. They nodded back and Tyler jumped down from his perch on the counter.

"Hey, Bulma. I was thinking that maybe today we could all go sight-seeing, you know, all the cool places in the city, since it doesn't seem like you have been here before," He suggested, looking a little nervous, and Brad had to keep from laughing behind him.

"You know, Tyler, that would be fine. But I was planning on seeing my mother again, as I haven't seen her in *so many* years, you know? Do you know by any chance *where* she is?" I asked nicely, smiling at him cheerfully. Boys hated rejection, so I had to accept *something* from him.

He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "Sure. I think she lives in an apartment in the city, or at least that is what I *think* she is doing. The reporters like to do stuff on her still, and I remember them saying something, I think."

"Good!" I said, and clapped my hands. "Do you know where Capsule Corporations is?"

Brad looked down sadly. He looked reluctant to tell me, like he was afraid that I would not like the answer. I braced myself for an upset.

"Capsule Corps. closed," He said simply. "Mrs. Briefs just couldn't handle the memories. I don't blame her, really."

Tyler nodded and tried to lighten my mood. "But oh well! I mean, she is rich enough already, and *don't worry*, you are good off!"

I nodded and looked out the windows tensely. This was bad, *really* bad. Things were going to go straight down from here. What would Vegeta do when he found out? No doubt come to me, he would have trouble doing it without me. I swallowed, and my eyes darted back and forth between the windowsill and the beautiful, sparkling ocean outside. This was going to be horrible. Vegeta would make sure to get his way, of that I was sure.

"Hello! Bulma! Wake up!" Brad said, waving a hand in front of me. I shook my head and cleared my foggy vision.

"Uh, yeah. I'm hear. You were saying?" I said, and looked out the window distractedly again.

What was I *doing* here? I was only putting Brad and Tyler in danger, and I owed them something, after taking me in like this! It was the very least I could do to leave. But what would I *say* to them?? Oh, yeah, guys! I just remembered that their happens to be a very dangerous and evil Saiyan chasing me, I guess I have to hit the streets and play bum! I think not! I would stay until I got a better idea. Yes, that was it. I nodded and tuned back into the real world.

Brad was running on about boating and the adventures they had been on, with Tyler interuppting every couple minutes. I nodded here and there, not really listening. I had to make plans, sort of like backup. What if he *did* come for me? When only Brad and Tyler were here? Or vice versa? This was just too confusing! I had to do something!

I waved a hand to shut up Brad and Tyler. "Guys, you know that guy who...uh...left me? Well, he is not a...safe or nice person. I think that I really should leave. I don't want anyone getting hurt. I mean, come on, you saw him!" I said, and smiled. "It's the least I can do. I have survived on my own a lot lately, and I can always go to my mother."

They were gaining macho looks on their faces. Oh Kami...this was going to be hard.

"We can take him!" Tyler said, clenching his fists, and Brad nodded, looking brave.

"No, guys. You don't understand. I just can't let him come like he will. I really, really appreciate what you have done for me," I said, and gave them each a gentle, affectionate hug. "Bye!"

I grabbed my stuff and went to change. I decided on wearing my bathing suit, just with a pair of faded short-shorts over them. I threw on a pair of black flip-flops, ones that had two inch platforms. I waved to the guys on my way out, promising to call them if anything came up.

I was halfway down the drive, my backpack full of clothes on my back, when someone grabbed me from behind, nearly making me scream in panic.

"You didn't think that I would let you go *that* easily, do you?!" Vegeta demanded, smirking, no doubt.

"No, why do you think I *left*? I can't have you hurting people who help me!" I said, and decided to break the news as soon as he let go of me. "Let go and I will tell you what I dug up!"

Vegeta let go and crossed his arms. "Shoot," He said.

"Okay, they said that Capsule Corps. has been closed for some time now, but my mother is still alive, in an apartment in the city. She still is filthy rich, so she must have *some* connection. I figure we go there and guess from that," I explained, and crossed my arms to copy his stance sarcastically.

Vegeta nodded and scowled. "It will take time, but it is the only thing left to do. Let's go," He agreed, and began walking down the drive, towards the many shops lining the beaches. I followed, switching my backpack to the other shoulder.

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Whaddaya think??? I like this chapter, a nice thinking time for Bulma! Anywayz, PLEASE give me some feedback, I have gotten hardly any the past month! Thanx a million to all of you that did, I luv you guys bunches!! Ja ne,

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