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The world was safe from the clutches of the Red Ribbon Army. The Dragon Balls had been gathered and used then scattered in the wind for another gathering. Bulma had gone back to West City while her friends went their own place. She kept in touch with all of them. Yamcha more then anyone else. They got gotten together during their travels. Bulma had always gone for the bad boys and what was badder then a thief. Ex-thief now. He did not need to steal anymore. Not now that he was the boyfriend of the very rich and talented Bulma Briefs. Who would give him anything, all she asked for in return is his presence. Once back in West City, Bulma went back to school. Traveling with Goku she did not have the time to do any assignments. She breezed past all of the assignments they had given her upon her return and had them back in the very next day. A bright red A+ on each one of them. Of course. She refused to give anything more then her A game.
Bulma was a senior this year. Almost graduated. She could have graduated earlier but she had gone on that life changing trip with Goku. And she would not change a single thing in it at all. Prom was just around the corner and her hairstylist was booked for weeks. She had given her a recommendation for another hairstylist. She was iffy on going to anybody that wasnโt herโs, but she had given great reviews of the man. So Bulma was going to trust her hairstylistโs recommendation. She had called and booked her spot. Before then she had gone shopping, finding the perfect prom dress: a satin red dress, not too fancy but it screamed expensive. Only the best for Bulma Briefs. She had brought herself a pair of high heels: red also. She made great time, making it back home to drop off her things with her mother, leaving a curt explanation on what not to do with her dress before she got back, then she left for her hair appointment.
Bulma pulled out her phone, texting Yamcha to remind him of the day. He was very forgetful sometimes. This was an important day for her. It was her prom. She was going to be wearing the prettiest dress, her hair would be the prettiest it had ever been in a long time, her heels were perfect for a night of dancing, and she would have on her arm a very handsome man with a scar. She knew Yamcha would be the talk of the Prom and was ready for anything to happen. No one dared to tread on Bulmaโs heels. Getting a simple โKโ from Yamcha, had her eyes twitching but instead of starting anything she put her phone away. The place looked like any other shop on the outside, Bulmaโs blue eyes roamed over the place, hoping that this person was as good as his recommendation was. She hoped for better. She pushed open the doors and stepped inside, her gaze roaming around the place. Looked the same inside as everywhere else. Too late to turn back now. She was already here.