"Krillin! Oolong! Get your butts off the couch, and join me in the kitchen. I have something to tell you!" Master Roshi called out from his kitchen doorway.

"Ok, what is it?" Krillin asked as he and Oolong sat at the kitchen table next to Master Roshi. "What is so important? We were right in the middle of our favorite game!"

"I just got off the phone with Mrs. Briefs. We have been invited to a party to celebrate Bulma's engagement to Yamcha. The celebration is tomorrow night, and everyone will be there."

"Bulma and Yamcha? Getting married? No way! A couple of months ago, she told me she hated him!" Oolong exclaimed.

"That's also what she has been telling me! I can't believe she would be doing this! Has she gone crazy or something?" Krillin added.

"Well apparently, you are both wrong. They have obviously made up. Now listen to me closely. This is the perfect opportunity to try out the love potion I made from the recipe in that Ye Old Potions Book. You remember, the one I found in the attic with all of the junk that my sister gave me? I need you both to help me sneak it into the drinks of some beautiful ladies that I will point out to you at the party. The potion takes an hour to take effect, and it will only last about 3 hours. Just long enough for me to score...........a couple of times! Hehehehe! Do you understand everything that I have explained to you? Will you help me?" Master Roshi asked.

"I'm sorry Master Roshi, but I just can't be a part of something like this," Krillin said. "It's just not right. Besides, you don't even know if it will work. I mean come on, a love potion? Everyone knows it's a thing of imagination and fairy-tales." He stood up and left the kitchen.

An evil smile crossed Oolong's face, "I would love to help you. After all, you can't go wrong with love struck ladies running around. Chances are I might end up with one myself."

Krillin could still hear their plotting and laughing hours after he left the kitchen. He didn't approve of the idea, but what could he do about it? He would never argue with Master Roshi. As he was lying in his bed that night, he was still puzzled as to why Bulma would agree to marry Yamcha after all he had put her through. Yamcha was not only a playboy, he was a coward as well. He never had the guts to stand up to Bulma. He would just cry, and basically kiss her ass when he got caught with other women. There's more going on than meets the eye. Slowly, Krillin drifted off to sleep.


Bulma awoke to the warm sunlight on her face. As she sat up in bed, the previous day's events came rushing back to her. She suddenly felt panic stricken. Tonight is the party! What was she going to do? What about Vegeta? She didn't mean to cry herself to sleep last night. She had wanted to sneak into Vegeta's room and talk to him some more. Maybe he could help her out of this situation. Then again, maybe not. He looked so angry last night, but more than that, he looked almost like he was frightened or something. She wondered what could have made him act so strangely. He had never shown any sort of interest in her life before. Oh well, it didn't matter now. The fact was, she was going to be leaving tonight anyway. She knew it was cowardly, but there was no other way. She would not marry Yamcha.

Mrs. Brief's lightly knocked on Bulma's door. "Get up Honey! You have a long day ahead! You better get in the shower now! Hurry, so that I can show you the lovely dress I bought you!" she called to Bulma through the door.

As Bulma showered, she plotted her escape from the party. It would be perfect. Everyone would be busy talking and wouldn't even notice her disappearance until long after she had gone. She smiled to herself as she thought of Yamcha's humiliation. He would look like a complete idiot. She could picture him now, smugly informing everyone how happy and in love they were. Then, when everyone realized that Bulma had run away, he would probably cry like the baby he really is. Her heart swelled with happiness to dash his pride to pieces in front of everyone. Bulma was startled when she realized how wicked her smile was right now. She couldn't help but wonder how much Vegeta really had rubbed off on her.

Her thoughts drifted to Vegeta again. He had the most beautiful tan skin, and his dark hair and dark eyes gave him a mysterious sort of charm. Whenever she was near him, she wanted to touch him. Sometimes, it was just too difficult to be near him at all because she often imagined having his muscular arms around her, holding her tight, or his hands softly caressing every part of her body. I need to stop thinking like this, or it's going to be even harder to leave tonight.

When she finished showering, she found the new dress lying on the bed. Mom must have given up on waiting, and just put it here. I guess I was in there for quite a while, she thought to herself. Surprisingly, the dress was nice. It was tight, black, and revealing. You can't go wrong with this combination. I only hope that Vegeta notices. She was going to miss Vegeta so much. She wanted to run to his room right now and tell him that she loved him, but she would have to wait until the party to talk to him, if he would even talk to her. She didn't want to jeopardize her escape plans by making her parents suspicious. It would be best to tell him right before she left, so as not to make things more difficult for herself. She didn't care if he didn't want her, but she would tell him anyway.


Vegeta could hear all of the party preparation going on downstairs. As the hours passed, Vegeta became more and more agitated. He began pacing in his room, mumbling to himself. After the party tonight, and most of the guests have gone home, I will challenge Yamcha to a fight. He knows that he is no match for my strength, so he will probably refuse. If he does decide to fight me though, then I will not hold back, nor will I feel any remorse for taking his life. I will take Bulma and leave, and I will show no mercy for anyone who tries to stop me!

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