Well hello everyone! :) Marci here. I hope you all were anticipating reading this sequel just as much as I was anticipating writing it. I had a really good time writing Green Dragon, so I think the sequel will be just as good. I have a lot of stuff planned already and I hope you all like it as much as the original.

Well, enough jabbering…

ENJOY!!!!

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Bulma Briefs sighed happily, as she got comfortable on her bed and turned on the radio. Five minutes ago she got off the phone with her boyfriend Vegeta Ouji, who was in the world famous band Green Dragon. It had only been a week and a half since she'd seen him, but she missed him terribly. Luckily, he had good news when he called; Green Dragon had a day without a concert, and their manager was allowing them to stop in Satan City. In three days she would be with him, the only person who had been able to steal her heart.

To her right, the radio started to play a fancy melody, and, being in a lovey mood, Bulma decided to listen.

"You've found hope. You've found faith, found how fast he could take it away. Found true love, lost your heart. Now you don't know who you are…He made it easy, made it free, made you hurt 'til you couldn't see. Sometimes it stops, sometimes it flows, but baby that is how love goes…"

"Hey, this song isn't that bad," she said aloud, using her remote to turn up the volume.

"You will fly and you will crawl; Kami knows even angels fall. No such thing as you lost it all. Kami knows even angels fall…It's a secret no one tells; one day it's heaven, one day it's hell. It's no fairy tale; take it from me, that's the way it's supposed to be…You will fly and you will crawl; Kami knows even angels fall. No such thing as you lost it all. Kami knows even angels fall…You laugh, you cry, no one knows why. Behold the thrill of it all...You're on the ride you might as well open your eyes…You will fly and you will crawl; Kami knows even angels fall. No such thing as you lost it all. Kami knows even angels fall…Even angels fall…Even angels fall…"

As the song finished, Bulma couldn't help but smile. There was no way she could ever relate to it.

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Vegeta looked down at her and smirked. She was gorgeous. Big blue eyes, long legs, the perfect white smile. He was almost shaking with anticipation, marveling silently at her smooth skin and fiery eyes. How long had it been?

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Vegeta," she whispered, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. A shiver ran down his spine. He took it as arousal, but in the back of his mind he knew it was something else.

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Bulma held herself around the stomach and sank to the floor, crying out as if she were in pain. Her closest friends, Krillin Roshi, Chi-Chi Mau, and Maris Idane, could only stand back and watch. There was nothing they could say or do to stop her tears, though they also feared her somewhat when she was this emotional.

After fifteen minutes, Bulma picked herself up off the floor and wiped her eyes.

"Sorry," she sighed, giving her friends an apologetic look. "I lost my head." But inside she was still screaming.

"Bulma," Chi-Chi said, cautiously walking towards her. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We didn't expect anything less. Sorry we had to do that."

"You know I would have wanted to know no matter what. It's just…" She trailed off and shook her head, wanting to cry again, but knowing there were no tears left. "Forget it. I don't have the energy to talk about this right now."

They all nodded in unison.

"We're here for you, B," Krillin said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks. I'm going to hide out in my lab for a while though. I'll call you guys when I'm ready to talk."

"Anything you need?" Maris offered. "Water? Iced tea? A hit man?"

Bulma laughed for the first time that day and shook her head. "I'm fine. Really. I promise I'll call as soon as I'm up for conversation. Right now I just need to—"

"Be alone?"

"Yeah…"

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18 Gero was clad in a black pinstripe suit, skin-tone pantyhose, and sharp black stilettos. Over her clear blue eyes she wore black rimmed glasses, though the lens were only pieces of plain plastic. It was all about the look, and today she needed to look professional.

As she walked down the sidewalk towards her destination, she received several howls and catcalls from passersby. It wasn't until she had a block to go that someone recognized her as the drummer from Green Dragon. She rolled her eyes as twenty-plus people came rushing at her from all sides, each yelling something different, though all giving her an enormous headache.

"Please," she finally said, catching their attention. "I'm late for an appointment. If you really need to talk to me, wait until I'm done."

"When will you be done?" asked a girl who couldn't have been older than thirteen. Her hair was beached blonde, and by the tint of her blue eyes, 18 could tell she was wearing contacts. She wore ripped jeans and an old Ramones t-shirt.

18 sighed. Another look-a-like.

"An hour at most."

After a few minutes, the crowd around her dispersed and allowed her to continue on her way, though they followed her every step. By the time she reached her destination, Jun Tsuruga, aka The Boss, was standing outside, her face scrunched in anger.

"This better be worth my time, Gero," she sighed, turning to go into the building. "Because I have a certain back-stabbing lead singer to fry."

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"Goku!" Chi-Chi cried, running across the driveway to meet him. He scooped her into his arms and whisked her off the ground, kissing her lips firmly before setting her back down. It had only been two weeks since they'd seen each other, but to them it felt like a lifetime. "Kami I missed you!"

Beside them 17 Gero and Maris were embracing each other just as passionately. Krillin stood back and watched with a sad smile on his lips. It would be another two weeks before he saw 18, for she had an urgent meeting with Jun today, and by the time she was finished, Green Dragon would be on the ground again.

"Me too," Goku Son sighed, kissing her face wildly. "I wish it could be longer. An hour seems so short."

"I know," she agreed. "But at least we have it at all."

"Where's Bulma?" 17 suddenly asked, noting that while 18 was gone Krillin was still here, but Bulma was nowhere in sight.

"Her lab," Maris said, bowing her head. "We called her this morning, but her mom said she wasn't coming. It's just too much for her, what with the baby and all. She needs some time to calm down and clear her head…Where's Vegeta?"

"His house. His mother talked him into visiting, but she told me she's going to pound some sense into him. To tell you the truth, I want to too. This is beyond anything he's done before."

"I know," Maris sighed. "But what do you expect? It's Vegeta."

"I don't know," Goku said. "Remember that day he talked to me in the hospital?" Everyone's ears perked. After all this time, they were finally going to know what that had all been about. "Well, he just ranted on for an hour about how he couldn't get Bulma out of his head, and that it was affecting his concentration, and he could barely write a song without wanting to put her in it. He did everything but confess his undying love for her, though I think that's what the jist of the conversation was, so I don't understand this at all. Maybe when everything is cooled down he'll let me talk to him. Who knows…I just hope he can fix everything before its too late."

"Too late?" Chi-Chi hissed, almost angry at him for even thinking it. "I think it's well beyond that."

"Ok, ok. Sorry. Let's go get a bite to eat and forget about it for awhile."

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Jun sat rigidly at her desk, twiddling her pencil in annoyance. She was not in the mood for Green Dragon drama today, but of course that's all she got. They were lucky she agreed to let them stop in Satan City before moving north.

"You know why I'm here," 18 said after a long silence.

"Of course I do. You're here for the same reason you always are, to cover for your stupid band mate."

"He's my friend," she corrected, narrowing her eyes. "And I would appreciate it if you didn't get so hostile with me. I'm not trying to provoke you."

"Sorry," she sighed, dropping the pencil. "But you have no idea how much stress I've been under for the past two months. I'm really worried about how well Meiji is adjusting."

"How did he take the move?"

"Well," she said. "But I don't know how he feels about having a sister. He won't hold her, and he'll barely look at Akio."

"I think he just needs time to adjust." 18 took a deep breath and re-thought her angle for the hundredth time. She prayed to Kami that it would work. "Look, I really want to get this over and done with, ok?"

"As much as I do," Jun said, pulling her business tone back to the surface.

"I know Vegeta could have just potentially screwed us over."

"Potentially? 18, do you have any idea what will happen to Green Dragon if this got out? It isn't like Goku and Chi-Chi, you'd be ruined. Fans can't forget something like this."

"I know," she sighed, hanging her head just a little. "The reason I wanted to talk to you is because I want to have responsibility over Vegeta."

Jun blinked hard. "What?"

"I want responsibility over Vegeta. For everything he does, I'll be held responsible for it. I'll be his guardian on tour and at home. You won't have to worry about him or the media, because I'll be his spokesperson."

Jun sat in silence for the longest time, then shook her head.

"You're crazy, Gero. There's no way he'd agree to it."

"He already did." She pulled a slip of paper from her briefcase and handed it to Jun. "See. He signed himself over to me, more or less. If you sign it, I will have responsibility over him. You won't have to deal with another reporter again. I plan to go public with our arrangement, and anyone who wants to know about Vegeta will have to come to me first, not you."

"You're digging your own grave," Jun sighed, picking up a pen and quickly jotting her name. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I do. There's no way this will reach the media, I've already talked to Bulma. She's agreed to make a statement to a Tokyo magazine."

Jun's composure faltered. "What kind of statement?"

"The harmless kind," 18 laughed, though anyone with eyes could see the pain her voice held. "Don't worry, no one will know she's pregnant until she begins to show, and by then Vegeta won't even be on their minds."

"How won't he? He'll be the first person the media fingers."

"Not if we put another guy next to her."

"I don't follow you."

"Just let me handle it, ok?" She stood to leave, though at the last minute reached once again into her briefcase and produced another single piece of paper. "I have a copy. You can have that one."

Before Jun could say a word, 18 was out the door, fully prepared to handle any unruly fans that happened to be left outside.

Jun sat back in her chair and stared at the paper in her hands, completely blown away by the simplicity of the solution 18 and Bulma had come up with. It was the statement Bulma planned to submit to the magazine, which read, "I know my relationship with Vegeta seemed perfect on the outside, but in truth we were a mess. Our personalities clashed and so we broke it off. But I don't want Green Dragon fans to be upset, we ended on great terms and will remain friends."

"Great terms my ass," Jun murmured, setting the paper on her desk. "I just hope everyone buys it."

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Goku, Chi-Chi, Maris, 17, and Krillin all sat in a booth at the local pizza shop, talking in circles about nothing at all. Everyone was itching to bring up the subject of Bulma and Vegeta, but no one dared. They were about to leave, when a familiar face came walking towards them. Krillin was the first out of his seat, crawling over 17 and Maris to get out.

"18," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "I thought—"

"It didn't take as long as I imagined," she said, capturing his lips with hers. "I missed you cueball."

He blushed furiously, then took her hand and led her to the booth.

"So," Goku said, "did she accept?"

"Yup," 18 beamed, pulling out the contract to show them. "She didn't really think twice about it. She's been wanting to pawn him off for years. I should have thought of this sooner."

"And the baby?" Chi-Chi asked nervously.

"Don't worry. I talked to her about it before I went today. She promised to keep her lips sealed."

"Even—"

"Especially to Vegeta. You know what Bulma said, she wants to be the one to tell him."

"I just hope she tells him soon," Maris sighed. "I can't imagine what he'd do if he saw she was pregnant before he knew."

"Well it serves him right if that does happen," Chi-Chi said. "He's going to hell for sure."

"Come on, hun, don't be so hard on the guy."

Chi-Chi's eyes immediately narrowed and her head snapped in his direction. "I will tell that asshole exactly what I think about him to his face," she hissed. "No one hurts my friends and gets away with it."

For the remainder of their time together, there was a heavy cloud over the group. And Goku wondered if it would ever completely go away.

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---Chapter 1! Yay! I know, I know. It sounds an awfully lot like Falling For The Neighbor Boy, but I assure you, it is NOT. You'll see that I've done things completely differently. Trust in me!!

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Next time: Maybe I'll explain a little more about what the hell is going on :P And it'll be much longer.

Note: The song I used in this chapter was "Even Angels Fall" by: Jessica Riddle…Don't sue me! :P (Of course I changed it a little to fit the story)