Disclaimer: Some guy named Akira Toriyama stole it from me (tries to look convincing ;)


Author's Note: Okay! Here I am yet again, with another Bulma and Vegeta story. If any of you that might actually be reading this have seen the new WB (US television station) series 'Summerland', then this might seem a little familiar to you. I've made my own little twist on that show here, and I'm hoping it will turn out alright! (crosses fingers!) I'm starting way before where 'Summerland' picks up, though. It was mostly just my inspiration because i got to thinking 'How did Ava and Jonny get together in the past?' So, I came up with this! I hope you all like it! ;)

This is an alternate universe fic that takes place in the 'real' world. Everyone's human, no special powers, have to work for a living, the places are basically made up by me. Any questions, let me know! Good? Great!

Onward to the story! ;)


Chapter 1: A Last-Minute Switch!

Bulma sat at the top of the half-empty stands with her back to the field. She was staring off into the distance at the main building of the high school. It was hard for her to believe that she would be graduating in a week, and even harder for her to believe that she couldn't find one reason to miss this place. Her senior year had been pure hell, courtesy of Chrissie Maines. The bleach-blond bimbo had really kicked her 'I'm going to steal your boyfriend' campaign into full gear this year. Thankfully, their relationship had managed to withstand the harsh trials of Chrissie, until now!

Here she was crying her eyes out on the bleachers. Chrissie had come up to her after the senior party week's ending cerimony and told her that she had been sleeping with Yamcha for a couple months now, and with the smugness of a queen, walked away with Bulma's former group of friends giggling like crazy. Bulma had been waiting for Yamcha to get back from the concession stands with their drinks at the time, and instead of waiting to bitch him out like most girls in her position would do, she had ran up into the stands to be lost in the throng of her peers.

"Hey! There you are," Yamcha cried out from behind her. "I thought you were waiting down by the gate for me," he said, handing her can of root beer.

Bulma kept her back to him, staring dejectedly at the school. "How could you do it?" She whispered.

Yamcha had no idea what she was talking about. He set their sodas on the bench and walked around her side so they were face to face. "What are you talking about, babe?" He looked honestly concerned by her tears.


He gave her a tired look. "What about her?" This was beginning to get old, fighting over a girl he had no interest in.

The broken-hearted girl before him let out a sob. "She told me you were sleeping with her for months now, Yamcha! Is that true?!"

He turned and looked at all the faces staring at him and frowned. This wasn't the place to discuss this kind of thing. "Bulma, can we talk about this some place else?"

Thankfully for him, she hated being the center of attention. She nodded, and they both walked down the steep steps and out of the stands. Bulma could already hear people whispering about her and Yamcha, and it just made her even more distraught. Yamcha took her hand and lead her toward the empty soccer field.

"This looks like a good place to talk," he said.

Bulma agreed with a slight nod of her head. "Then start talking."

"I don't understand why you actually believed Chrissie in the first place," he said, slightly annoyed. "She's been trying to break us up for years now."

"I-I don't know either," Bulma admitted. She wiped away the salty tears from her cheeks ans sighed. "It just scared me I guess, and something in me just snapped. I've seen you two talking in the halls between classes, and I didn't know what to believe, Yamcha."

The dark-haired boy smiled and pulled her into his arms. "There's nothing between us, babe. I love you, not her. I just got stuck working on a project with Chrissie in English a couple weeks ago, and we started talking. She's really a nice girl when you get to know her."

"Of course she's nice to you," Bulma protested. "She wants you."

Yamcha grinned at her. "Well, I want you, so she's out of luck."

"Really?" Bulma whispered.

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her. He couldn't believe that Chrissie had said something like that, well actually he could. She'd done worst in the past. "Come on. Let's get you home," he said after he pulled away. He gave her cheek a quick peck. "If I know you, you've got studying you want to do for finals."

"Nope," she said. "I promised to babysit my nephews tonight."

"Okay, then," Yamcha said. "How about I take you and the little tykes out for ice cream later then?"

Bulma smiled. "What's the occasion?"

"Future plans," he admitted. "I wanted to talk to you about an idea I came up with."

"You're on," she told him with a grin.


"Okay, we should be back around 11. Make sure Gohan's in bed by 8. If you have any problems with Goten, call mom unless it's an emergency, then you should call me and the hospital. Hospital first I think," Chichi instructed her younger sister as she bustled around the livingroom, picking up toys.

Bulma laughed. "You're going to be late for dinner. I can pick up the toys, Chi. Get going!"

The black-haired woman dropped the toys and glanced at her watch. "Oh my gosh, you're right! Okay, Gohan!"

"Yes, mommy?" The cutest little boy was standing next to Bulma holding her hand.

Chichi knelt down in front of him and kissed his cheek. "Be good for your aunt, sweetie. Daddy and I will be home later."

"Will you tuck me in when you get home?" He asked.

His mother smiled and kissed him again. "Of course, so will daddy! Bye-bye, now. I love you."

"Love you too!"

Chichi stood up and hugged her little sister. "Thank you so much for babysitting, sis. Goku's cellphone number is on the fridge if anything bad happens."

"Everything will be fine. Yamcha's going to take us for ice cream after dinner," she said. "You have the spare carseat in the pantry still, right?"

"Yeah. Are you sure you're okay with babysitting. I didn't know you had plans with Yamcha tonight!"

"Chichi, if you don't get out that door right now, I'm going to give Gohan lots and lots of chocolate," Bulma threatened good-naturedly. "Goku is probably sitting in the resturant all by himself as we speak," she continued.

"Fine! Alright! I'm gone," she said, walking out the front door.

Bulma turned and smiled at Gohan. "How about we go decide on what we want for dinner since your little brother's sleeping?"

The little boy nodded happily. He adored his aunt Bulma!


"You know, I never realized how much work kids are."

"That's because you're an only child," Bulma told him, watching Gohan eating ice cream and talking to a kid he went to school with. "So, what was this big plan of yours?"

"Well, we haven't decided what school we're going to yet," he stated.

Bulma glanced down at the sleeping baby in his carrier. "I thought we were going to Wrightman. It's close by, we can come home on the weekend, and still have our privacy."

"I know we agreed to that a couple months ago, but I've been thinking recently that maybe we should try somewhere else, like that school in California that we both sent applications to just for the heck of it."

"San Calisto University?"

"Yeah, we were both accepted, and with scholarships," he said, excitedly. "Think about this, babe. We can start over, no Chrissie Maines there to get in our way, just me and you. You've always told me that you've wanted to go to the west coast, and here's our chance!"

"I'd have to talk this over with my parents, Yamcha. Daddy's already sent money into Wrightman College."

"So, did mine, but I looked into it. As long as we withdraw by July 15th, we can get a full refund." He took her hands in his. "I just want us to be together, and I think that we can be really happy there. No one from our school is going to San Calisto."

Starting over sounded really great to Bulma. This past year had been hell on her. She'd lost most of her good friends because of Chrissie, and if rumors were true, she was going to be at Wrightman in the fall. Bulma wouldn't be able to stand being stuck on a campus with Chrissie Maines for 4 more years.

"Okay. If my parents are cool with it, then I'll go," she told him with a smile.

Yamcha hugged her tightly. "That's great, B!"


"San Calisto is a good school," Chichi interjected on her sister's behalf.

Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were still a little iffy about their daughter moving across the country just to 'follow some boy,' as Mr. Briefs had put it. He didn't approve of Yamcha. "It's very late in the game to be pulling a stunt like this, Bulma," her father said irritably.

"I know, daddy, but I really want to go there," she pleaded.

Chichi and Goku sat back, each holding one one of their children. "She's always wanted to go California," Chichi spoke up again.

"If that's the case, then why can't she tell me that herself?" Mr. Briefs demanded from his eldest daughter.

"Come on, dad. If she doesn't like, she can transfer back to Wrightman College in the spring. Kids do it all the time."

"I think we should let her go, hunny," Mrs. Briefs finally stepped in.

Sighing, he replied, "Fine." He watched Chichi and Bulma jump up and hug each other. "But!" They stopped and looked at him. "You're living in the dorms. I don't want you getting an apartment with that boy."

Bulma frowned. "Yes, dad." She'd never understand why he hated Yamcha so much. "Thank you."

Both parents left the room quietly, and Bulma turned to her sister and brother-in-law. "Can you believe I'm going to California?!"

"Congrats, B!" Goku said, hoisting Gohan up onto his shoulders.

"Thanks for speaking up for me, Chichi."

"Hey! What are big sisters for?" She said, hugging her again. "We're going to have to go shopping now though. You'll need tons of stuff," she exclaimed happily.

Goku groaned. "There goes your college fund, Gohan," he joked.

Bulma and Chichi just laughed.


Okay, a little short, I know. Sorry, but it'll be a little longer from now on. Please review and let me know what you think about this one! Sorry if there were any spelling or grammar errors on my part. I'm too laxy to spell check.

Next time: Bulma and Yamcha move into their dorm rooms and we get to meet their roommates! Should be interesting. ;)

Thanks for reading!