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Bri! Bri! Bri! Bri! Bri! Br---! A hand shot out of the dark and silenced the alarm clock with a crunch. Bulma groaned as she took in the time on the face of the clock. 5:00 am. Without sitting up, she stretched her arm out, attempting to reach her bedside lamp. Swatting helplessly at the cord, she let her head flop face-first into her pillow. Screw camp. With a muffled, yet highly satisfied sigh, she snuggled deeper into her covers.



Thwack! Something hard connected with Bulma's butt, propelling her and her covers in an undignified, disgruntled heap onto the floor.



Hee hee hee! Time to get up, Sleepy Head!



There was no mistaking that giggle. Bulma shut her eyes tight and with a groan, attempted to crawl under her ridiculously large bed. Chichi. How anyone could be such a morning person was beyond her knowledge, but Bulma knew that if she didn't get up, she would pay for it later.



I'm up! I'm up! How the hell did you get in here, anyway? Shooting a baleful glare at the fully dressed and perky girl, Bulma fumbled her way to her bathroom.



Looking smug, Chichi sat on the edge of the bed. Your dad let me in. Aw, come on. You know that if I hadn't shown up, you never would have gotten out of bed.



Hmph! I happen to relish my beauty sleep, thank you very much.



Did you pack some capsules? Chichi felt a little self conscious in the lavish settings of the Briefs household. She looked down at her outfit; khaki shorts, a black top, and sandals. Not too bad.



You'd better believe it! I have a whole suitcase full of em, more than enough for the two of us. Bulma walked back into the room, dressed in a small red spaghetti-strap tank-top, jean shorts rolled up at the cuffs, and sandals.



Chichi grinned, and stood. Well, I'm ready to go when you are. It takes at least two hours to get there and sign ins start at 9:00.



Rolling her eyes, Bulma hoisted an overstuffed double backpack onto her shoulders, looped a bulging duffle bag crosswise over her shoulder, and grabbed a heavy looking suitcase in her hand. Her knees nearly buckling with the weight, she waddled towards the door. Damn heavy bags! Growling with frustration and physical exertion, she attempted to wedge herself through the door frame. Stuck, she glared behind her at Chichi, who was doubled over with unconfined laughter. Some help would be nice, if it isn't too much trouble...



With some assistance from a still sniggering Chichi, she pried her bulky self from the doorway and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen where her father sat engrossed in a scientific journal. He didn't look up as she struggled to the door. Bye Dad! See you in August! Bulma, used to her father's quirky ways, continued through to the outside where her Capsule Corp car waited, alongside Chichi's mountain of bags and suitcases. Jeez, Chichi! Did you pack enough stuff? She shook her head, hoping everything would fit inside the small vehicle. She suddenly remembered something important. Run in and get the bag on the table, Chi! I almost forgot about it! Chichi flew back inside, and immediately returned carrying a large grocery bag of assorted camp-forbidden foods, such as chocolate bars, cookies, candy, soda pop, gum, and a plethora of corn chips.



Good catch, Bulma! I would have died without junk food for three months. Chichi clutched the bag protectively. The thought of chocolate deprivation nearly sent her into hysterics.



Me too! You know, you can put the bag down now. It's not going anywhere, Bulma laughed, Help me load the stuff, the sooner we do this, the sooner we're outta here!



Wooo hoo! Lets go! With amazing speed, the small car was stuffed, and the girls were on their way. The Briefs' house grew tiny in the distance, until it disappeared from sight entirely. They grinned at each other as the reminders of their juvenile existence vanished from view.



Think there will be any hot guys there? Chichi giggled excitedly, imagining a summer of strong yet intellectual Romeos.



Bulma gazed at the road in front of her, and grinned, equally thrilled with the prospect of a summer full of carefree flirting. I sure as hell hope so! Imagine spending three months with a camp full of icky dweebs! she shuddered with unwelcome mental pictures of amorous, pizza-faced, Jello-bellied guys.



I hear that there will be kids from all over the place here, even, get this, Vegetassi. (a/n Sorry, but I don't know how to spell that! ;;)



Bulma arched a brow, and glanced at Chichi. Really? Hope the guys are cute! I've never seen anyone from that place, but I've heard that they are all assholes who only care about food and fighting.



Chichi snorted. What guy doesn't!



What the hell?! Bulma maneuvered the car around what looked like a bald man wearing a turtle shell on his back standing by a hovercraft. Beaming suggestively at them, he stuck out his leg and tugged up the hem of his shorts. Eeeeew! What a dork! Sticking her hand out the window of the car, Bulma flipped him off. Like anyone would stop for a piece of that. Gross!




~~~~~~~~~~Two hours and a few shopping trips later~~~~~~~~~~~


Oooh! Chichi, look! There it is, over there...hey! Look at that guy! A car being piloted by a guy with long hair and a face covered in scars passed them, and drove into the campground. Bulma blushed as the kid winked at them through the rearview mirror. Hmmmm...he seems like someone I wouldn't mind getting to know better... She spun the car into the long winding drive,Get ready for some fun, Chi! Here we go!



*Who will Bulma and Chichi encounter first?


*Where are the boys from Vegetasi (sp?)?



*You'll just hafta read the next chapter to find out! Hee hee! Sorry for the short chapter, the next will be longer, and more interesting, but I just wanted to get something out and posted. What do you think? I'm still trying to get the hang of writing a DBZ fic, so bear with me, please! ^^;;; PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Thanks Peeps! ^^