Hey people! I've been thinking about this fic for a few weeks now, and I've finally decided, against my better judgment, to post it. I've already got 2 fics going at the moment, so I'm a bit leery of starting another one, but, nothin ventured, nothing gained, right? Soooooo...in case you didn't see it before, this is a Goku/Bulma fic, and no, there's no mean Vegeta in this one (not like my other G/B), as a matter of fact, there's no Veggie at all...not yet at least, there may be later, depends on how well he'd fit into the story). This is a BIG a/u ficcie, so if you don't like a/u's, then don't read it! And, it's a songfic to top it off! YAY!!

There, now that I've rambled on quite a bit, how about a nice plug or two? Sound good? Thought so. Go read Nekoni's fic "We forgot about Bulma!" Bulma and Goku at its best right there! And then go read "Turn around" By Washu the Goddess. Don't like G/B fics that much? Or do you like V/B fics better? Then go check out "The Vow" by me (yes, selfish plug on my part, so sue me) :) And then there's Woogster's fic "A proud love", which is also an awesome V/B ficcie. There, I think that just about cover it. ON WITH THE FIC!!!



Disclaimer: *sigh* Go ahead, sue me, I DARE YA!



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~*Did you ever love somebody?*~




Bulma sat at her seat in Shop class, staring off into space as usual. It wasn't that she didn't love the class, it was her favorite, in fact. But, the material that they covered, was..beneath her abilities, to put it nicely. She was a whiz with her hands, and could make anything the teacher threw at her, which made the class a bit less then exciting. Some giggling behind her caught her attention, and she turned around quickly, to find her best friend, Goku, flirting with a brown haired girl that sat a few seats behind her. She looked at him quickly, before rolling her eyes, and turning back to resume her dazed expression. The bell rang shortly after that, and Bulma gathered her books quickly, before jumping up from her seat, and rushing down the hallway toward the cafeteria.

"Bulma! Hey! Wait up!" A cheerful voice called from behind her, and she turned around to face Goku, his normal cheerful smile plastered on his face. "Where ya rushing off to? You could've waited for me, ya know." he teased her, a mock hurt expression on his face.

"Well. I figured you'd be busy with your flavor of the week, so I decided to go grab some lunch. I worked late last night, so I missed dinner, and I slept through breakfast, so I'm starving!" she told him, before resuming her walk down the hall. This time, with Goku in tow.

"Man, Bulma! No wonder you're so skinny. If I ate like you did, I'd probably be dead by now." he laughed merrily, his stomach growling, as if on cue, to back up his statement.



~*So much that the earth moved*~



"Yeah, Goku, you probably would. Ugh... Is it really time for prom again? Remind me to ask if I can work that night." She told him as she tucked a strand of her turquoise hair behind her ear.

"What? Why don't you wanna go to prom? Ohhh, I get it! You don't wanna wear a dress." He teased her slightly, at the obvious knowledge that Bulma and dresses didn't mix.

"Well, aside from the obvious, Goku! Who would I go with? You?" She laughed aloud at the last part, as did Goku. But, neither one of them thought the idea was quite as foolish as they made it out to be.

"Well...um...Oh look! We'd better hurry or we'll never get through the line!" Goku stuttered, earning him a weird look from the blue haired woman next to him. All thoughts were pushed from her mind, however, when Goku grabbed her by the arm, and pulled, or rather, drug her down the hallway behind him.



~*Did you ever love somebody?*~



Goku was right on one thing, however, by the time they got there, the lunchroom was PACKED. Bulma managed to squeeze herself through the thick crowd, and plopped down at a table, in front of one of her other friends.

"Wow Bulma, you look like you ran all the way here!" Krillin exclaimed aloud, before glancing around the room quickly. "Hey, where's Goku?"

"Oh, I ran over here to grab the seat. He's over in the line somewhere. I just hope he remembers to get the dressing for my salad. He forgets that kind of stuff, you know." She told him happily, before standing once more, and glancing around the crowded room, "There he is, right there. I can see his hair!" She told the shorter man, before pointing to Goku' position.

"Yeah, you're right, that's him. With hair like that, who else could it be?" He replied, jokingly. "Hey, who're you going to the prom with Bulma?" He asked her, regretting it as soon as he saw her blue eyes flash in anger.

"I'm NOT going. Everyone's got dates by now. Besides, think about it. Me...in a...dress." She told him, before sitting again, and resting her head on the table.



~*Even though it hurt to*~



"Yeah, I shudder to think of what might happen if you were forced to wear a DRESS." Krillin exclaimed, before ducking the hand that she flung at his face.

"Oh, shaddup. I've got too much other stuff to worry about to think about going to a stupid dance. Besides, like I said before, everyone's got their dresses, and dates, and everything now. Even IF i wanted to go, I'd have to go by myself, and that's even more unappealing than going WITH someone." She sighed, and looked up at that point, to see Goku wading his way through the groups of teenagers, two trays in hand.

"Bout time, I'm starvin here. Please tell me you remembered my dressing." She said, before taking her tray from his hands.

"Um..oops? Heh, I knew I'd forgotten something. Sorry bout that." He told her, before reaching behind his head and scratching it.



~*Did you ever love somebody?*~



"Ugh...figures. I swear, one of these days Goku, I'm gonna kill you. Krillin, watch my food for a sec, I'm gonna go get a sprite outta the machine." She told him, before standing yet again, and walking to the coke machines on the other side of the room.

"Hey, Krillin, whatcha think she'll say when she sees this?": Goku asked, before pulling a packet of ranch dressing from his pocket, and throwing it onto her tray.

"I think she'll threaten to kick your ass for lying to her, that's what I think. And ya know what else? I think she probably could. Well, not that she could, I mean, she could after you LET her, which you would." He said, before elbowing the taller man in the side.

"Would not! Never have, and you know it." Goku replied defensively.

"Hell Goku, she's grown up. Even I would let her. Matter of fact, I've been thinkin about asking her to prom, provided you won't kick my ass for it, that is." Krillin laughed nervously, but stopped immediately when he saw the scowl that crossed Goku's features. "Hey man, just because you're too chicken to ask her out doesn't mean I am. Plus, don't you already HAVE a date?" He pointed out, relieved when he saw Bulma making her way back to the table. "Shh, we'll worry about it later, she's comin back." He said, before suddenly becoming VERY interested in his food



~*Nothing else the heart could do*~



"Doesn't it figure they'd be out of sprite? What else can go wrong today? First you forget my dressing...." Her voice trailed off as she spotted the dressing. "Goku! You pain in the ass! I should kill you for lying to me, you know that right?" She laughed, before punching him lightly on the arm. Well, it was lightly to him, for her it was the hardest she could manage.

"Heh...HAHAHA!" Kriilin laughed aloud, earning him a quizzical look from the blue haired woman across from him.

"And what, may I ask do YOU find so funny, cueball?" She asked him, as she raised a fist as if to punch him too.

"N...nothin, I just told him that's what you'd say, that's all, honest," He replied, before covering his head to protect himself from her punch.

"Oh, whatever. God, I REALLY don't wanna go to work tomorrow. The manager is SUCH an ass. They want me to work all these hours, yet I ask for a simple thing like a day off, and they raise holy hell about it." She snapped, taking her aggressions out on the packet of dressing in her hands.



~*Did you ever love somebody?*~


A short girl, with brown hair walked up behind her then, and plopped down in the chair next to her. "Hey, Bul...Did you hear about the new guy? I hear he's a MAJOR hottie." The girl said, before covering her mouth to hide her giggles.

"Really? Great. I'm ecstatic, really I am. Why don't you go hit on him, and then call me later, and tell me what happens, k?" Bulma replied darkly,. before rolling her eyes, and continuing her assault on her salad.

"Oh, hehe, ok. Oh, HI Goku, how ya been? Why don't you give me a call sometime? We can go to that new club downtown." Angel said, before noticing the touch-him-and-die look that Bulma gave her. "Um, well, I'll be going now, call me, k?" She replied, before skipping off to her own table, probably to swoon over the newest addition to Orange City High.

"Remind me NEVER to ask if anything else can go wrong EVER again." Bulma said quietly, more to herself than anyone else at the table.

"I thought you and Angel got along pretty well Bulma. What happened there?" Goku asked her, upon noticing the dark mood she slipped into at the sight of the other girl.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing...I'm just having a bad day, that's all. I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. You know, with work and all." She sighed, upon suddenly finding that her appetite had once again disappeared.



~*Who never knew?*~



"Hey, sorry to run out on you guys, but I've got...something I've gotta do before Math, I'll catch ya there, ok?" She said before grabbing her tray from the table, and exiting the room quickly.

"Jeez, what got into her all the sudden? And I thought she said she was starving. She barely ate anything....weiiiiird. Anyway, Goku...Goku?" Krillin stated, before turning around to face Goku once more, and finding him missing as well.



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~*Did you ever lay your head down*~



Bulma walked out of the bathroom, cradling her now-swollen hand. She turned quickly, before running into yet another brick wall, she swore softly, and went to turn around, before finding herself turned back around by a gentle hand.

"Woah, what happened there? You might wanna get that checked, you know, to make sure it's not broken or anything." The dark haired stranger spoke to her, before carefully taking her hand in his, and surveying it. "Wanna tell me about it? Or you gonna make me guess?" He asked her, smiling slightly when he noticed the blush that stained her pale cheeks.

"I..um..I'm having a bad day, so I kind...punched the bathroom wall." She told him, averting her eyes to avoid his gaze.

"Heh, I know that hurts, I've done it too many times to count. Whatcha say we go to the nurse and get that looked at, huh? I don't think anything's broken, but, I'd feel better if you'd let me take you." He told her, his black eyes staring intensely into her blue ones.

"I really don't...Oh, hell, let's just go. I really don't wanna go to Math right now, anyway. Oh, I'm Bulma, by the way." She said, before turning and walking back down the hall.



~*On the shoulder of a good friend?*~


"I'm Yamcha. I'm new here. And I'm afraid you might have to lead the way back to the office, I have NO idea where I'm going." He said with a laugh, pleased when she laughed as well.

"It's really not that hard, it just takes a little getting used to, that's all. Go right, and you'll hit the Math Wing, left and you find Science. And straight this way, you'll find the office." She said, and pointed to the office door, as if to prove her point.

"Ah, so we're here already, huh? Well, I'll go make up some excuse to stay in the office for awhile, ok? And when you're done, I'll walk you to your next class, provided you don't mind, of course.

"Ok, as long as you're sure you don't mind. I'll be back in a few, ok?" She said, before entering the nurse's office, leaving him alone in the hall, a goofy smile plastered on his face.



~*And then have to look away somehow*~



About 10 feet or so away, hidden beside a row of lockers, stood a tall, muscular man, his eyes narrowed angrily at the memory of his best friend, and the only girl he really cared about, talking and laughing with some new guy. Goku quickly remembered himself, however. *Jeez, it's not like I can be mad. I do the same thing, and then again, it's not like I ever TOLD her I like her either. A problem that I intend to remedy...as soon as I get my courage up, that is.* He told himself, before leaving his hiding place, and running quickly to his next class.

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15 minutes later, Bulma emerged from the nurses office, her hand now bandaged tightly. She glanced around the hall, and upon seeing that Yamcha was nowhere around, gave a sad sigh, and started walking. She got about 5 feet, before she heard someone call her name, and with a small smile on her face, turned around to face Yamcha, who was running full speed down the hall toward her.



~*Had to hide the way you felt for them*~



"Hey! Sorry bout that, I got lost on my way to the bathroom." He said sheepishly.

"It's ok. I figured they'd made you go to class or something. Speaking of classes, what have you got next?" She asked him, attempting her best to shift her books in her arms so as not to hurt her hand.

"Um, lemme check." He told her, before pulling a slip of paper from his pocket. "Uh, advanced algebra. Oh, here, lemme get those for you." He told her, before taking her books, much to her relief.

"Thanks, they were getting a bit hard to manage. You've got Mrs. Grigsby, huh? More power to ya. And the good news is, you won't have far to walk from my class." She told him, a slight smile on her face.

"Really? I wasn't too worried about that, I don't know how I'm ever gonna find the room though. I might just be sitting outside your room, waiting for you to come out." He laughed.



~*Have you ever prayed the day would come?*~



"Well, I'd hate to go into class and tell Mrs. Grigsby that you're sitting in front of her room, but you can't find the class, so you're just gonna wait for me to come out." She said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Wha? Ohhhh, so you've got her too, huh? Well, that's cool, I don't suppose there's any empty seats near yours, is there?" He asked, before casting a quick glance at her.

"Actually, there is. Oh, ok, we're here. I have to warn ya, Mrs. G can be a bit of a...bitch...at times. Heh, welcome to hell." She said with a wink, before walking into the room, Yamcha close behind her.

The entire class looked up from their work when the two entered, Goku and Krillin included. Bulma pulled Yamcha up to the desk with her, and handed the teacher her pass from the nurse. And, after a quick explanation, she took her seat, leaving Yamcha holding both her books, and his.



~*You'd hear them say they feel it too*~



"Class, we have a new student. This is Yamcha, and he's transferring in from Eastridge. Yamcha, since you already know Bulma, why don't you take a seat next to her? And Miss Briefs, since you've finally decided to grace us with your presence, how about opening your textbook to page 247 and doing the problems there? And Yamcha, you can do them too, if you have any problems, just ask Bulma, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to help you out, isn't that right, Miss Briefs?" the teacher asked, quirking an eyebrow at the last part.

Bulma merely nodded in agreement, and went to open her book, only to find that she didn't have it. She heard a small chuckle next to her, and looked up just in time to see Yamcha deposit her books on her desk, and give her a quick wink before plopping down into the seat to her left.

"Psst.. Bulma, what happened to your hand? And what took you so long getting here?" Goku asked her, eyeing Yamcha warily.



~*Did you ever love somebody?*~



"Huh? Oh, I hurt my hand, so I went to the nurse, and it just happens that Yamcha had the same class as me, so he walked me here. What's with the questions anyway?" She whispered back.

Miss Briefs and Mister Son, would you like to share what's so interesting with the class?" Mrs. Grigsby asked them.

"No ma'am, Goku didn't understand a problem, so I was trying to explain it to him, that's all." Bulma replied, casting an evil look to Goku.

Everything was quiet for a few more moments, before a note sailed over her shoulder, and landed on her desk. She picked it up quickly, and turned around to face Goku, who was working eagerly on his work. She shrugged, and opened the note.



~*Who never knew*~



Bulma,

Hey, sorry bout that. I need to talk to you later. Meet me outside of the Gym before class, ok? Oh, and one more question. Is it illegal to kill a teacher? Because I'm at the point where I'd love to kill Ms. G. Don't forget...outside the gym...

Goku





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