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In his own little way, Vegeta was offering his undying affection and support. Bulma smiled meekly and kissed him. A moment later she gently pried open his hand and placed something in it. When he saw what it was he arched an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?" she asked, grinning to her ears. "You think we're finished already?"

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Over the next week, while school loomed so close, the two groups seemed inseparable, and it was now safe to say that there was only one group. Goku's health was returning rapidly, and within the month Green Dragon would start their postponed tour. Their new CD, which unbeknownst to the others was very near complete, and ready for mass production the day it was done.

Two days after the New Year's Eve party, Bulma confronted Chi-Chi about her strange behavior, failing to mention her new relationship with Vegeta. It could wait for now. Chi-Chi confessed immediately and Bulma ended up comforting her for hours until she could peel herself away to call Krillin, Maris, and Goku. 17, 18, and Vegeta were gone that day to spend some time with old friends.

Now, on this mild Sunday afternoon, just one day before school was to start up again, the entire group was gathered in Bulma's living room, discussing Chi-Chi's pregnancy. By now she'd accepted her fate and was open to talk about it, with her friends at least. Her father was still in the dark, as well as Goku's grandfather, and she planned on keeping it that way for some time.

"So you're definitely going to have this baby?" Maris asked, sitting down next to 17 and setting a tray of lemonade on the coffee table. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then grabbed a glass.

"Of course I am," Chi-Chi almost snapped. "Who do you think I am? A barbarian?" A soft hum of laughter pulsed through the group, infecting Chi-Chi as well. "Besides," she continued, clearing her throat, "we have more than enough resources to care for a baby. Even if Goku wasn't rolling in money, my father has a very successful business that puts us well beyond your means."

"You sound like a mother already," Bulma quipped. Beside her, Vegeta flinched. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and watched as his hand rose an inch or so, then fell. He wanted to hold her, be close to her like all the others, but it was Bulma who had wanted to wait for the right time to tell everyone. She sighed and grabbed his hand. Well, she thought, now was as good a time as any.

As if on cue, Vegeta filled the six-inch gap between them, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders and burying his face in her neck. It was a heated, yet tender, show of affection, one that held passion, but enough restraint to not be bawdy.

Everyone's eyes magnetized towards them, and each reaction was different. Maris and Goku both grinned from ear to ear, while Chi-Chi and Krillin couldn't seem to keep their eyes in their heads. And 17 and 18, looking more like twins now than ever before, let their jaws drop slightly, staring straight at the newly found couple.

Vegeta's back straightened when he noticed the eyes on him, and lifted his head. But it was Bulma who did the talking.

"Yes," she finally said, after what seemed like forever to their friends. "We're together."

"Finally," Goku laughed, giving Vegeta a secret look that said how proud he was. So much had happened since his accident, since Vegeta had come into his hospital room, barely able to control his feelings. He'd hardly known their new friends then, but already he was falling for Chi-Chi, and Vegeta stood before him, cursing Kami that he couldn't get his mind off Bulma. "At the rate you were going, I thought you'd never get there. Congrates to you both."

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The next day at school was slow to say the least. News of Bulma and Vegeta's wild trip to Europe spread like wildfire, only being topped with the story of Vegeta's ex-wife from America and the child he could have had. As usual, there were whispers throughout the halls, especially when Bulma walked by, but she put an end to them soon enough.

By lunchtime, however, the day seemed to be wearing on them all, and the group wanted nothing more than to be back at Capsule Corp., wrapped in the arms of their lovers.

The dismissal bell rang finally, and from four different classrooms, they sighed with relief and headed for their lockers, then home.

"Kami, can you believe how long today was?" Krillin groaned, a few steps ahead of the others as they headed for the parking lot.

"I know!" Chi-Chi agreed. "And the homework. Kami. It's like they're punishing us for having vacation."

"It gets better though," Bulma sighed, pointing at her car. "It snowed all day."

"I can top that," Maris said, pulling the others to a stop, just as Maron ducked into her car and closed the door. A few seconds earlier, and she would have seen them. "She still try to talk to you, Krill?"

"Not today." Ever since news of him and 18 got out, Maron had been calling him, begging to be taken back. Luckily he hadn't run into her all day. "But I'm not getting my hopes up."

"Don't sound so gloomy cueball," came a familiar voice from behind the group. They spun around and came face to face with the people they'd been fantasizing about all day. They separated to their respective significant others, and headed once again for the parking lot, the cold seeming not to effect them anymore.

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"Oh come on!" Bulma pleaded, as she straddled Vegeta, clad in only her baby blue bra and matching underwear. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face. And while Vegeta preferred she wear her hair down, she was just as irresistible this way.

"Don't ask me again," he sighed, itching to remove the remainder of her clothing. Why did she have to be so irritating and so sexy at the same time?

"Then tell me why. Give me one good reason and I'll stop bugging you."

"Because," he said, evoking his most serious tone, "I don't want to."

"That's not good enough." She pouted out her bottom lip and crossed her arms, involuntarily pushing her breasts up.

"Don't do that. You know I can't stand that."

"I know." She cracked a smile and leaned down, giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead. "That's why I do it. Now tell me."

"I said—"

"Tell me right now, or I'll get dressed and lock myself in my lab."

Vegeta groaned and shook his head. Women.

No, he thought with a wry smile. Not women…Bulma.

"What's that look for?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. That look was never good.

"Just reminding myself why I wanted to be tied down by one woman."

"Oh really," she said, smiling wide. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm insane."

"Vegeta!" She smacked him hard on the chest and shook her head. "You're an ass."

"I know." He smirked. "But you love me."

"I damn well better to put up with your shit." She crossed her arms again and looked away, looking almost hurt. Gently, Vegeta reached up and pried open her arms, pulling her down to rest comfortably on top of him, her head resting on his chest.

After several minutes of him massaging her head in that way only he could do, Bulma felt the weight of her day and gave over to a great yawn.

"You're tired," Vegeta whispered, kissing her forehead. "Go to sleep."

"No," Bulma protested. "Not until you tell me."

"Fine," he sighed. He'd had enough of their little game. "I don't want to reconcile with my mother because I don't want to admit I was wrong, ok? Are you happy now?"

"Very happy," she beamed, pulling his head to hers for a passionate kiss. "Mmm…Suddenly I'm not so tired."

"Good." He smirked and pulled her closer, if that was possible. "Because I wasn't going to let you sleep."

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Early the next morning, Vegeta awoke to an empty bed and a burning desire to have Bulma in his arms. The place beside him was cold, her imprint long gone, as he must have distorted it while he slept in her absence.

He sat up on his elbows and yawned, noting the time before he pulled himself from the warm blankets and pulled on his pants. When he reached the kitchen, Mrs. Briefs was just setting the table, milk, orange juice, and a stack of toast already there. She noticed him before he could escape down the hall in search of Bulma, and smiled knowingly. She too had been adventurous as a young woman, bringing her future husband to stay the night without her parents' knowledge. But Vegeta was far bolder than the young Dr. Briefs, or even Yamcha, who had climbed out her window at dawn.

"Well don't just stand there," she said, smiling over her shoulder from her place at the stove. "Sit down. I already called Bulma in the lab, she'll be up shortly. Just needs to clean the grease off her hands." She paused for a moment, caught between a giggle. "And face…And arms…Oh, what a daughter I have."

Vegeta sat in silence, his arms crossed on the table in front of him, clad in only his jeans. He wondered what Bulma would think of him venturing out of her room at the smell of food. Certainly her ex hadn't dared. And truthfully, he wouldn't have either had he known she was still in the kitchen.

"Perfect," Mrs. Briefs murmured across the room, then slid a delicious-looking stack of pancakes onto a plate and delivered them to the table, where Vegeta was drooling with his mouth open. "My, you are hungry, aren't you?" she said, noting his anticipation. "Well, go ahead. Bulma won't mind."

"Says who?" came her voice as she entered the room, her hair wet and hanging on her shoulders, bathrobe tied tight around her perfect frame. Vegeta was almost too stunned to eat. "Good morning," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, before taking a seat beside him. "You sure slept well."

"Of course he did," her mother chirped, bringing over another batch of pancakes, this time ones containing chocolate chips. "You must have tired him out."

Vegeta's eyes widened and he stared at the older, yet still attractive woman, in disbelief. Had he just heard right?

"Mom," Bulma groaned, though her tone was nothing but playful. "Don't embarrass Vegeta. Look, he's stopped eating because of you."

"Sorry dear," Mrs. Briefs said with a wink, then went back to her cooking.

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"Sorry we surprised you in there," Bulma said, as they exited the kitchen to get dressed for the day. They were meeting the rest of the gang for lunch, then indoor paintball, a game Vegeta insist Bulma would like. "But you don't have to feel weird around my mom, she's great. I tell her everything. She was the first to know that we were a couple."

"You're a strange family," Vegeta grunted in response.

"We're open, that's all."

"You tell your mother everything?"

"Everything. I even told her about the night we got together, and how we forgot to use a condom. And then I told her when I got my period and that I wasn't pregnant."

"That Kami for that," he sighed, grabbing her waist and pulling her to him. "How much time do we have before we're meeting them?"

Bulma did the easy math in her head and came up with three hours.

"Perfect."

"You know," Bulma said, as they reached the door to her room. "This is the one thing I knew was never going to be a problem for us. Romance, on the other hand…"

"—will be impossible," he finished for her, sweeping her off the ground and pushing open the door.

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For nearly a month, things were perfect and the couples, as well as the group, were inseparable. Until, that is, they received a call from Jun, informing them that the tour was beginning that weekend in Satan City. And while the news of the first show was wonderful, it was bittersweet. There would only be one concert, and then they were doing their countrywide tour for three months, before flying to the United States for another month.

The day before the concert, everyone's nerves seemed to be shot. Chi-Chi was doubly irritable with hormone changes, but Goku was all too cheerful to help her in any way. Both their guardians had been told, which added to the stress, but the waters were calm now and everyone seemed to finally fully accept the situation. Chi-Chi was pregnant, and she and Goku were going to be parents. Nothing was ever going to be the same.

"Jun says we need to get married," Goku said, the last of the pizza beginning to wind down. No one wanted to admit that they were tired to exhaustion. After tomorrow, who knew when they'd see each other again. Certainly not everyday like they were used to.

"Are you?" Bulma asked, eyeing Chi-Chi. She'd never brought up the subject before.

"Of course not," Chi-Chi answered, almost hurt by Bulma's accusatory tone. "We've only been together for a few months. I'm not going to let someone I barely know talk me into marriage just because I'm pregnant. I don't care what the tabloids are going to say about me, because I'll know none of it is true."

"And you agree?" Bulma asked, turning her attention to Goku.

"I'm with Chi-Chi no matter what she decides. It's her body that has to go through so much. I think I can handle Jun. It's not like I don't love Chi-Chi and am going to abandon her and the baby. I think she'll come around."

"I hope so," Chi-Chi yawned. "I don't want to spend my pregnancy in a rut because of her bad attitude. If I have to have a baby, I want to enjoy the big belly I'm going to have."

"Chi."

"Yeah?"

"Come on honey, let's get back to my house before you fall asleep."

"But—"

"We can see everyone tomorrow at the concert, just like planned. You need to rest anyway. You've been busy all day."

She finally caved after a few minutes, and they said their good-byes and left.

Soon after Krillin, 18, 17, and Maris departed to the twins' house, where they were staying the night before the concert the next day. But, seeing as both Krillin and Maris' parents were quite strict when it came to new relationships for their children, they had to say they were staying with the other twin: Maris with 18, and Krillin with 17. In the end, their parents were satisfied, and they were able to get past their radar and have a nice last night together.

Now it was only Bulma and Vegeta left in the living room, content in their silence. Before long they went to bed, too tired for anything but sleep.

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Bulma tumbled unceremoniously out of bed, though was careful enough to not wake her slumbering prince charming. In stark contrast to his behavior, he actually slept like an angel, hardly moving unless he was having a bad dream, in which case he usually woke her up and kept right on sleeping.

Tonight, however, it was not his nightmares that woke her, but a sharp pain in her abdomen. She felt her way in the dark to her bathroom and shut the door, fumbling with the light switch.

"Thank Kami," she sighed, pressing hard into her gut. She was a week and a half over due with her period, but knew it would come. Ever since that first night, they'd gone through boxes of condoms.

But, when she pulled off her pajama bottoms and underwear to change them, she noticed in horror that there was no blood. Not even a drop.

"You're just freaking yourself out," she whispered, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "It's too improbable for two high school friends to become pregnant at the same time," she reasoned, the scientific part of her brain taking over. "Just take the damn pregnancy test and see that you're only being paranoid."

In the far back of the cabinet under the sink, Bulma had a box of pregnancy tests just in case she skipped her period. Only once had she used one, back when she was dating Yamcha. Quickly, she grabbed a stick from the box and shoved the rest back into the shadows.

When she was done, she couldn't look at it, and let it sit on the sink.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

"I have to pee," came Vegeta annoyed voice. Clearly he'd been awake for some time and had seen the light on.

"Just a second." Before she lost her nerve completely, she looked at the plastic stick on the sink, knowing it would change her life forever. But she wouldn't let herself believe what she was seeing. "No," she whispered, cupping a hand over her mouth, tears already forming. "No, it's impossible."

"Hurry up," Vegeta grumbled. "Unless you want me to piss on your floor."

But she wasn't paying attention to anything but the piece of plastic that was sending waves of panic through her. Tonight, of all nights, she had to find this out. How could Vegeta comfort her when he was touring with the band?

She sighed deeply and wiped her eyes.

When she opened the door, Vegeta glared straight at her, though his eyes softened when he noticed how puffy hers were.

"Were you crying?" he asked bluntly.

"Yeah," she said, forcing a laugh, a piece of crumbled tissue in her hand. "I'm just being stupid. I'm really going to miss you and the guys when you're gone."

Without hesitation, he pulled her to him and kissed her on the forehead. When he stepped back and into the bathroom, he said, "Did you get your period this month? You never told me." Gracelessly he lifted the toilet seat and started to urinate, as if she weren't there.

"Yeah. Tonight actually. I woke up with cramps."

"I figured that," he said, flushing the toilet. He washed his hands quickly, then hooked his arm around her waist and guided her back to bed. For the next hour, they talked about the tour and where they were going and how when they went to certain places she could visit. By three AM, they'd talked themselves to sleep, curled in each other's arms.

And, just before she fell asleep, Bulma silently prayed to Kami for strength to tell Vegeta before he left.

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The concert was bustling with annoying screaming girls, devoted punk rockers, and children so young Bulma felt their parents should be with them. It was just about to start, and the crowd was riled up to the breaking point. Bulma and the others were still backstage, wishing them good luck for the last time before going into the pit.

As the lights started to shift, they were guided out to the audience, and Bulma still hadn't told Vegeta the news. She wondered if she could before they left that night. She was about to ask Chi-Chi what time it was, when she realized she wasn't there.

"Where's Chi?" she asked, the press of the crowd annoyingly close.

"Goku grabbed her," Krillin said.

"Yeah," Maris offered. "He told me he was going to do something, wouldn't say what. But he promised she'd be in the pit before the show started."

Just as Bulma was about to reply, the speakers kicked on and the crowd roared. Seconds later the curtains opened, revealing Green Dragon and a fifth familiar face. Bulma couldn't even guess why Goku would bring her on stage.

"Welcome to the show," 17 said, stepped up to his mic. The crowd roared again in excitement. "Sorry about the delay in the tour, but I'm sure you all can deal with it if Goku isn't a bloody mess on the side of the road." He cracked a wide grin and the audience burst into laughter. Over the months of his recovery, Goku received bags full of letters from fans. No one cared that the tour was postponed, just as long as he was ok. "And, on the subject of Goku." He stepped back, and Goku walked over and took his place, pulling Chi-Chi along with him.

The crowd went silent. Everyone knew who she was.

"I trust you know my lovely companion," Goku said, gesturing to Chi-Chi. She smiled meekly, and even from where she stood, Bulma could see she was blushing. "Isn't she gorgeous guys?" Every male, and some females too, chanted at his question. Of course she was gorgeous, no one could argue that. "Do you think our hellion children will be gorgeous too?" Again the crowd cheered that yes, the kids would be beautiful.

There was a long pause, in which time the crowd seemed to grow restless.

"Ok, enough beating around the bush," Goku sighed. "There's a reason I brought her up here, and it wasn't to show her off, though I love doing that." He winked at Chi-Chi, who forced a smile. "I don't want you all hearing this slandered in a tabloid or on the news, so I'm going to tell you before anyone else knows." He paused dramatically, then said what Bulma had been dreading he would say. "My beautiful girlfriend, Chi-Chi, and I are going to have a baby." He placed his hand on her stomach, and after a slight pause, the crowd cheered again, completely in support. Bulma was shocked for a moment, but then she too cheered, hoping her announcement would bring as much joy. Something told her it wouldn't. "So take care of her in the pit."

When the cheering subsided, and Chi-Chi was safely lifted by a security guard into the pit, Vegeta stepped up to his mic. He hesitated for a moment, as he scanned the crowd, his eyes finally landing on Bulma before he spoke.

"Good job," he said, looking back at Goku as he pulled on his guitar. "Even I haven't knocked up a girl yet." As if on cue, the crowd pulsed with laughter again, then quickly stopped when he began to speak again. "Usually we do this song last, because, well, because it's the 'good-bye' song," he said, doing air quotes with his fingers and rolling his eyes. "But fuck tradition, I'm doing the song now. So shut up and listen."

The music started to play and Bulma felt her heart stop. This song always gave her chills, which were tenfold now. When Vegeta started to sing, however, her mind was wiped clean and all she could do was listen.

"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time." His voice rang out over the sea of people, thousands of voice singing along with him. All Bulma could do was stare. "It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.

"So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while." Bulma found herself singing the last line, the words having a worth new meaning. "It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life."

The song played out to the end, winding down as all songs did, Vegeta's voice tapering off and sounding bewilderingly amazing. And, as he sang the last line, "It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life," Bulma burst into tears.

"B, what's wrong?" Krillin asked, pulling her into a tight embrace. She sobbed on his shoulder until the start of the next song, all the while knowing Vegeta's eyes were on her, and that no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't tell him before he left.

Quickly, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and looked up at the stage, immediately catching Vegeta's eyes. He looked startled, but to the crowd he was just an angry singer, belting out the lyrics. As that song came to a close, he held her eyes and mouthed, "What is it?"

She only smiled and shook her head. There was no reason to ruin their last day together. She would find time to tell him over the phone, or the next time she saw him. But not today. Today she was going to forget her problems, focus on the concert, and have the time of her life.

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---Chapter 30! THE END! OMG! I can't believe it's over. Kuso! I wanna cry! Blubbers like a baby Oh why does it have to end!? Oh well, at least it was a good ending, or so I think :P Heehee. I happen to be very proud of the way I ended it. Not too dramatic, but with enough…er…zest to go out with a bang. Zest? Hmm…I sound like I'm trying to sell soap. But I assure you, I am not. :P

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Last Notes: I love everyone! Well, expect for the flamers, they can go flame themselves to death. LOL! I really hope everyone liked the story and the ending. I hope it wasn't to sudden of an ending and that I didn't leave anything unsaid, but I think I pretty much wrapped everything up.

About The Song: The song I used in this chapter was Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day, of course. Please don't sue me!

Oh, and one more thing…

THERE'S A SEQUEL!!! WOOOO!!!

I know, I know, another sequel. But hey, don't worry, it's going to be just as good as the first story. I didn't plan on a sequel like I did for Falling For The Neighbor Boy, it just sort of happened. I realized that I had too much planned and so much already written, that the story would end up being eighty chapters and drag on forever. I figured a sequel was the best way to fit in everything and not have it seem like I'm dragging it all out. I am, of course, going to wait some time before posting the sequel, but I do have all the ideas ready and waiting to be typed. And trust me, you will love it. :) The stuff I have planned is brilliant, or so I think, and I hope you agree. Oh, by the way, the sequel is going to be called "Green Dragon: The New Album." Clever, huh? :P

Well, there's really nothing more for me to say, other than thank you for being my readers and I hope to see your reviews in the sequel. Byeeeeeeeeee!