A/N: Yea, I suddenly came up with the idea for this story the other night and JUST STARTED WRITING! So I guess just tell me what you think and I can swing either way! Hope you like the first chapter (kinda short tho, haha. Sry bout that…)

Disclaimer: NOPE… don't own 'em L

Bulma sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had never realized how difficult building a tree-house really was! Things sure looked a hell of a lot easier on that "projects for the home" show!

She set the hammer down and looked around at her accomplishment. It was nothing special really, just a wooden platform fairly high up in a tree basically, but she had used some long, wooden beams as railing, and had somehow found a way to put a roof over half of it! She had even made a rope ladder! The tree she had built it in was in the woods surrounding their neighborhood. Not very dense woods, but enough for privacy and the occasional high-and-go-seek game, she thought, referring to the younger kids who loved to hang out in the woods. Overall, she was quite proud of her work. What more could a five year old want?

Just then, a pair of small, chubby arms wrapped around her waist, and she heard her favorite little voice squeal, "Is it done? Is it done? Is it FINALLY done?"

She laughed and replied, "Yes, yes, yes! It's FINALLY done!" She turned around to face Brandon, her adorable little brother. He had come along right after she had!

Bulma had been living with the Briefs for almost 7 years now. They had adopted her from the orphanage when she was 11 years old. Ironically, only a few months afterwards they had conceived Brandon! For awhile she was afraid they might send her back since they had a child of their own, but they had assured her that would never happen. They had always shown he a loving home since the adoption though, and after the long period of adjustment to this new life, she had grown to love them. Especially little Brandon!

"When can I start playing in it?" he asked, breaking her out of her little trance, but before she could even answer, he asked again, "When can we bring my toys up here? When can I show my friends? Oh, oh! When can I sleep up here for a whole night! When can I…" The rest of the words were muffled as Bulma put a hand over his mouth in an attempt to silence the little boy.

"The answer to all of those questions is: after we clean up this mess," she said, referring to all the sawdust and excess nails and wood lying around.

He groaned in complaint, but quickly began helping her pick up anyway.

The next day, Bulma sat next to her window and watched as movers carried boxes from a couple a large trucks and into the Patterson's old house. This had been going on for about 3 days now, and was supposed to be the last of it. Maybe the family would show up today…

Then, as if by magic, a tan colored SUV pulled up the driveway. A middle-aged looking couple climbed out. The man was quite tall and appeared solidly built, with fairly short black hair that was tinted gray around the edges of his hairline, and he had very… intense features. Even though there was a small grin on his face now, it didn't look like he smiled too often. The woman who now stood next to him was more petite. Her hair was long and stick straight, and it was a lovely chestnut color… She had a small smile on her face, but, again, didn't appear to be a typically happy-go-lucky woman.

After a few seconds, someone else got out as well. An angry looking boy about her age climbed out, but didn't pause by-what she guessed were- his parents. He, unlike his pale parents, had olive skin, and spiky black hair. Instantly she thought he looked familiar, but why? She had no recollection of ever meeting him, no known memories of him… just a sudden nagging feeling. Well, she thought, he does look about my age… maybe I'll see him in school tomorrow…

It wasn't until her 3rd period the next day that she saw the new boy. He walked in about 5 minutes late, and simply walked over to where the teacher was sitting at his desk in the front of the room. Without saying a word he dropped a small piece of paper in front of the teacher, then just stood, waiting.

The teacher read the note and, afterwards, stood up with a large grin saying, "Welcome to our classroom, Vegeta! My name is Mr. Chase, and it's a pleasure to meet you!" He stuck out his hand.

Vegeta simply looked down and stared at it. After an akward moment, Mr. Chase cleared his throat nervously and drew his drew his hand back.

"Yes, well… is there anything you would like to tell us about yourself?" he asked.

Vegeta scowled and simply shook his head, no.

"Ok then…" Mr. Chase cleared his throat again, "Your seat will be over there, in the back, if you'd like to have a seat now."

He stood and glared at the jittery teacher for a few more seconds before finally turning and walking down the aisle to the end of the second row. He stared straight ahead until he came near Bulma. She was next to last in the first row and suddenly he looked down and made complete eye contact with her for a split second. Then he turned his gaze back to where it had been before, and walked right past her.

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Thru the rest of class Bulma simply couldn't focus. She still had that nagging feeling, and to top it off, throughout the entire class she could feel Vegeta's eyes glued to her. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end, and she hated that feeling… She just wanted to turn around and throw him her most deadly glare, but knew it would do no good. She would just have to put up with this until the end of class…

So she simply sat and waited while Mr. Chase handed out papers she and her parents would have to sign to understand this year's English curriculum, agree to his rules, blah blah blah, it was the same as usual. She shifted uncomfortably. If there wasn't anything productive going on during class she became bored quite quickly… this was clearly one of those times…

When the bell did finally rang she hung back a little and packed the paper in her large, black purse slowly. She was in no hurry to get to Pre-Calc, and was too distracted by her thoughts to rush either way. The next class was sure to be the same as this one anyway, papers, lectures, and boredom, as would the class after that, and after that, and after that… It was all the same on the first day, except for, of course, lunch. She had second lunch this year, so it would be after her next class.

Suddenly she became aware that a pair of eyes were still glued to her. It was very unsettling, so she turned to finally throw him that glare, but by the time her head had turned, he was moving away and walking out of the room. All she could was humph in disdain and watch him go.

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She walked into Pre-Calc four minutes later just as the bell rang. Close one, she thought. She picked one of the three seats left in the back and sat her purse down next to her. Leaning forward, she rested her chin on her fist and closed her eyes for a moment taking a deep breath.

"Is this seat taken?" a voice next to her ear asked.

She opened her eyes and felt a smile come over her, but quickly covered it up with a scowl, and said, "What do you think genius? See anyone sitting in it?" A playful punch came from her male companion and she let the smile back onto her face. "No, Yamcha, no one's sitting there. Great observational skills though."

"Hey, go easy, I figured I'd ask just in case. Maybe I should sit over there though if you're going to be so rude about it!" He laughed as he pointed to the only other seat , which was just diagonal from her.

"Psh! Fine, maybe you should," she replied jokingly. Not surprisingly he just pouted and took the one next to her.

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A/N: Thanks, btw, to anyone who reads these little thingers, and thanks SO MUCH to anyone who's reviewed thru these 6 months (I forgot to mention, my laptop's been busted since Feb., so that's another excuse), and keep it up! I'm sorry this was so short, but I wanted to update, and this will all get better! Love ya!