/ ❯ The Secrets We Keep ❯ The Secrets We Keep ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kira Anne 
Anime/Manga: / | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.13.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: / | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.13.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
::: Once again, I do not own dbz or any of its characters, all I own is the plot to this story and Leslie, a figment of my imagination! So onward!:::
(A/N: Here ya are again! so this is chapter two, I think the title speaks for itself!)
~*~ Confrontations ~*~
One trembling hand covered her stomach, a girl, just like she and Yamcha where going to have.
No, was all she could think. No, this couldn't be true. Yamcha was her husband; he couldn't be married to Leslie. Bulma blindly stumbled across the house, her skimpy robe not doing too much to help cover her. She could no longer control her urge to cry as she reached her destination, her old room. She had been using it as a place to store cloths since her wedding since her parents clearly had more than enough guestrooms. With a heavy thud she fell to her knees and began to sob on the floor.
Bulma lay on the floor for a long time before deciding to go back over to their part of the house. Bulma quietly entered her bedroom to be greeted with Yamcha's sleeping figure. Suddenly her anger flared. Bulma picked up the tiffany vase and threw it blindly at Yamcha's sleeping figure. He was wide-awake the moment it shattered against the wall.
"Bulma! What the hell are you doing?" He asked, bolting up right.
" I got some mail, You mind explaining to me why your wife, Leslie, wants a divorce?" She asked in a deadly low voice, flinging the papers at him. He caught them and examined the papers quickly." Yamcha please tell me this is a mistake. It has to be." He bowed his head a little.
" WHAT?! YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO DEFEND YOURSELF?" Bulma shrieked, throwing small mirror at him, this time she barely missed his head. She turned on her heel to leave the room when a hand grabbed her arm.
" Baby..." He said, trying to get her to calm down, needless to say, it wasn't working.
" DON'T BABY ME! GOD DAMN IT YAMCHA! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR DAUGHTERS? TO ME!" She screamed at him, her rage now blinding her.
" Bulma, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I love you both so much." He whispered, releasing her arm. For a moment her eyes locked with his as she lost all control, and her hand flew across his face. " Get out! I want you to get your shit and get out. I don't want to ever see your face again!" She whispered in a low voice, he nodded his head as she pushed past him, rushing to the guest bathroom to be away from him.
Unlocking that bathroom and walking out was one of the toughest things that Bulma had ever done. She wanted to stay on the floor and locked in that bathroom forever. She had been lying on the floor for hours, cold and unemotional. Confusion touched every part of her mind. She had no idea whether to cry or get angry. She had no idea how, but she would blame herself for this in the morning. Nothing could undo what had been done, but she still knew what she had to do. She just couldn't do it yet.
Her body filled with a kind of slow spreading dread as she approached her parent's side of the house. She had to figure out something, if not for her than for her daughter.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she entered the living room to find her mother and no sign of Vegeta.
" Hi mom."
" Oh hi Bulma. Have a seat." Her mom said, motioning to the spot next to her. Bulma did as she was told and sat down beside her.
" Mom I have a big favor to ask." Bulma said turning to her mother.
" Oh sure Bulma! Anything." Her mother said in her usual cheery voice.
" Well I have something to tell you before I ask the favor."
" What is it? Is it the baby?"
" No mom it isn't that." She sighed. Bulma's mother seeing her daughter's distress placed a hand over hers. " Yamcha has moved out and he isn't coming back."
" Oh Bulma honey." Her mother cooed, embracing her tightly.
"I am okay." She whispered her body and betraying her the instant her eyes filled with tears.
" What can I do?" Her mother questioned, her heart breaking at the sight of her daughter's tears.
" I would like to stay in my old room; I can't stay their mom, I just ca-" Bulma began, a sob ending her statement.
" Its okay, I understand."
" Oh Mom, what will I do?" Bulma asked through her sobs.
" Stay strong Bulma, for you and your baby." Her mother said, wrapping her arms around her daughter once more. "It's going to be okay."
" Thank you mom." Bulma whispered.
The next morning brought hope at first. Then, before she could open her eyes, she remembered it all. From why she was in her old room to her last words to Yamcha, the man she loved. Tears didn't flood her eyes though; instead it felt like all her grief was resting on her chest. Bulma groaned slightly as she pulled her body from the mattress. " Kami only knows what today will bring." She thought aloud. She groaned again, It hurt to think. She tried to think of something else besides her broken heart as she looked at the calendar on the wall of the bathroom. " Hmm, its August 29th." She thought as she turned on the hot water to her shower. She quickly pulled her nightclothes and stepped under the steaming shower. Her eyes closed slightly as she felt some of her tensions melt away. Suddenly it dawned on her. August 29th? It had been five months ago to the day that she married Yamcha." Damn." She muttered aloud. A few stray tears ran down her face, but they mixed with the water and were gone in a matter of seconds. She slowly turned off the water, wishing the minute she did that she wouldn't have done it. Slowly she stepped out of the shower when the door swung open. It was undoubtedly Vegeta.
" What the hell?!" She screamed, wrapping her towel around her hastily.
" Woman What the hell are you doing here?!" He snapped.
" Living here!" She screamed, her anger equaling his. A malicious smirk appeared on his lips. He knew.
" What happened to your weakling mate?"
" Its none of your business, and even if it was I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of hearing it you sadistic freak!" She said, brushing past him. She padded across the quickly padded to her room, hoping she could escape his scornful laughter.
* Two in a half hours later *
Bulma stopped herself and stared into the cold hospital room. It was like an oasis of white; it smelled heavily of cleaners and disinfectant. She slowly inched her way into the room. She nearly passed out when she saw Leslie's small pale body lay limp in the hospital bed. Her eyes where closed, it appeared that she was lost in a restless sleep. She had changed so much. Her once full figured body was now thin and sickly. Her blond hair lay limp on the pillow, all color the color had vanished from her once rosy cheeks. Bulma sat down gently in the chair beside her friend. She waited a long time before Leslie finally opened her eyes. She looked over to meet Bulma's tearful gaze.
" Bulma..." Leslie breathed. Bulma took her friends hand.
" Shhh. don't talk. " She whispered.
" Bulma it's been so long."
" Yes it has."
" When I left I did it so I wouldn't hurt you. We got married about a month or so after Celeste was born. I knew he was still seeing you." She said before letting go of a ragged sigh. Bulma nodded her head slightly. She couldn't find the anger for her old friend anymore." We split up about six months ago. I filed for divorce this week. I don't think I really loved him, but I didn't hate him when I found out that he was still seeing you, he gave me Celeste So I couldn't ever hate him." She said with a small smile. Her once crystal green eyes now filled with sorrow. Bulma nodded. She understood what she meant even if her child was not born yet.
" Well if I have any good news it looks as if Celeste is going to have a little sister." Bulma announced to her.
" She'll love that." She said while pulling herself up slightly. " It isn't our fault you know."
" I know." Bulma said with a small sigh. " I have missed you so much Leslie. You didn't have to leave."
" Yes I did Bulma. I was five months pregnant; it wouldn't have been too long until everyone knew I was pregnant. They would have found out who the father was, and I just couldn't do that to you. She stopped for a moment and sighed, this obviously was hard for her. " You were like a sister to me and I couldn't have done that to yo-"
" Mommy! Mommy!" A little girl said, as she came running into the room. The little girl was about four years old, and had blond hair and brown eyes, and bared a startling resemblance to Yamcha and Leslie. The little girl climbed up onto the bed and into Leslie's lap.
" Celeste, I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Bulma."
" Hi Bulma!" The little girl said with enthusiasm.
" So tell mommy what did you do with Sheila today?" Leslie said, brushing a wisp of hair from the girl's face.
" We went to the park, and I played on the swings!" The little girl laughed, almost falling over with joy. Leslie and Bulma smiled.
" How high did you go?"
" Real high!" She giggled again. Leslie giggled with her daughter.
" Honey Is Sheila outside?" Celeste nodded in response.
" Could you go out there with her for a little while? I have some things to talk about with Bulma." She said kissing the little girl on the forehead.
" Okay mommy." Celeste said crawling off the bed and running out the door. Leslie looked back to Bulma and smiled the first real smile she had seen her smile the whole visit.
" How old is she?" Bulma asked.
" Four."
" Wow."
" Yes she can be a handful, but I have Sheila to help me take care of her." She said glancing at the door again. Leslie drew a ragged sigh before speaking again. " Bulma, you know I am dying."
" Leslie..."
" No don't. It's a fact, I am dying. Yamcha wasn't there for Celeste after we split six months ago, his money was. He visited her at least once a week, but other than that he hadn't clue. He knows nothing about being a father, and yet that is who I want her to be with after I am gone. He needs to straighten himself out first, learn to be a father. Bulma, I want you to take care of her while he gets himself straightend out. I don't want her in a foster home. I trust you with her life, I know you would protect her. Please Bulma take care of her." Leslie whispered as she lay back into her bed.
" I will Leslie I will." Bulma said managing to fake a small smile.
" Bulma you had better go now. I need to get some things ready."
" Sure Les, whatever you want." Bulma said rising from her chair.
" Bulma...."
" Yes?" She said as she reached the door.
" Thank you for everything Bulma."
" Sure Leslie, anything for you." Leslie said with a small smile. Her green eyes had long been clouded with fear. Not for herself but for her child.
Bulma blindly tripped through the halls, desperately trying not to run into people. She had become so overwhelmed. She had lost her husband and had now been asked by her dying friend to take care of their child? A child that had been conceived behind her back. She didn't know whether to be angry or just plain enraged. Enraged at her husband, no not her husband enraged by Yamcha. He had married her best friend behind her back and had a family with her, then married her. He had two wives and almost two children." Why the hell does this always happen to me?!" She screamed as she finally made her way to the elevator. " This kind of shit doesn't happen to normal people!" She said to an old lady who had been waiting beside her. The woman gave her a strange look before the elevator doors opened.
" Deary, are you a patient or a visitor here?" The woman asked as she entered the elevator.
" Visitor." Bulma said with a false smile on her lips. Manners where all that was keeping her from going completely insane now.
" Oh good." The woman said as the elevator doors closed.
Bulma did all she could to not total her car on the way home. She didn't know who to turn to. Now she had not only lost her lover, husband, and best friend, but she had agreed to grant a dying woman's last wishes? Leslie was her friend true, and couldn't really be blamed for all this, but she was still a part of it. Like it or not. She mused at how that old woman had looked at her, like she was crazy. She wasn't crazy, but she was damn sure going to be at this rate. Driving wasn't really something she should be doing at this moment, considering the fact that she had nearly smashed into two people, a car and her own mailbox on the way home. " This is not my week." She thought as she tripped out of her car. " Not at all."
She did her best to make it from her car to the house without falling on her face. She silently cursed her heels as she ripped them off her feet. " Screw it." She thought, as she unlocked the door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight she saw when she entered the living room, Yamcha.
" What the hell are you doing here?! I threw your sorry ass out yesterday!" She screamed, brushing past him.
" Wait a minute Bulma!" He said grabbing her wrist.
" No! I will not wait a moment, because you are not even supposed to be here!"
" Bulma sit." He said as he pushed her down onto the couch." I have been here for four hours." Just where were you?"
" That is none of your concern." She snapped.
" It is if you have been where I think you were." He said quietly.
" And where do you think I was?"
" I think you went to see Leslie."
" I would have every right to." She yelled at him, angry that he would think that it was any of his business.
" God Damn it Bulma! You can't just leave it alone can you?" Yamcha cried as he threw his hands into the air.
" She was and is my friend, regardless of what you have done to her!"
" Bulma, I didn't want you to upset her."
" I don't think that was what I did Yamcha. In fact I heard some interesting things about you."
" Like what?"
" Oh just about how you married her when she was pregnant. Honorable deed Yamcha, but you screwed yourself over when you kept on seeing me, left her, and married me!" She screamed, her anger finally coming out.
" Bulma, I did what I had to do."
" Oh sure you did. You nearly abandoned your family."
" I supported her and Celeste. I made it for the visits."
" But you left Yamcha; do you not see where that was wrong?"
" I don't want to talk about this." He said, as he sat down in a chair.
" Well I do. How could you?" She said, sucking in her breath, she was not going to cry.
" I loved you both." He said, burying his hands in his face. " I was with her. I was going to break it off, but then she told me she was pregnant. I told her it would be better if she left town. She did. Then when Celeste was born I married her." He revealed. " I fell in love with that baby, but I kept seeing you through it all. Then a few months ago, I wanted to file for divorce, but then she told me about her leukemia, so we separated. Then I married you because I wanted you, and everything was fine. Until the yesterday when I got the papers. I had no idea she wanted a divorce." He said, by this time he was in tears.
" So you lied, cheated and screwed us all?" She said standing up.
" I didn't want to do any of this; I wanted to end it four years ago with her but things got complicated."
" Complicated? Yamcha, they weren't complicated at all! You complicated it!" She yelled. " I will be damned if I am going to let that sweet little girl have a father like you! I swear it; I will fight you for her." Yamcha looked at her with utter disbelief.
" You wouldn't. You can't! You can't take my child away from me!" He said.
" Oh I can and I will. You had better get yourself straightened out buddy or else you will lose your daughters on top of everything else!" She screamed at him. " Now get out before I need a lawyer sooner than I will!" She screamed. Yamcha glanced at her before storming out of the house and slamming the door behind her. Bulma jumped in surprise, this was going to be a long hard fight.
(A/N: Ooo! Another cliff hanger? What does Bulma do? How far will she go to get custody of Celeste? And what becomes of her own child? You will all find out soon! I would like to thank you all for such lovely reviews! I enjoyed reading them, and I hope you enjoyed reading chapter two. Reviews are always welcome, In fact I love reviews! Review away people! lol, anyway, I hope you liked this, if you have any suggestions you can email me at my email address which can be found on my profile! Just keep the reviews-a-comin!)
(A/N: Here ya are again! so this is chapter two, I think the title speaks for itself!)
~*~ Confrontations ~*~
One trembling hand covered her stomach, a girl, just like she and Yamcha where going to have.
No, was all she could think. No, this couldn't be true. Yamcha was her husband; he couldn't be married to Leslie. Bulma blindly stumbled across the house, her skimpy robe not doing too much to help cover her. She could no longer control her urge to cry as she reached her destination, her old room. She had been using it as a place to store cloths since her wedding since her parents clearly had more than enough guestrooms. With a heavy thud she fell to her knees and began to sob on the floor.
Bulma lay on the floor for a long time before deciding to go back over to their part of the house. Bulma quietly entered her bedroom to be greeted with Yamcha's sleeping figure. Suddenly her anger flared. Bulma picked up the tiffany vase and threw it blindly at Yamcha's sleeping figure. He was wide-awake the moment it shattered against the wall.
"Bulma! What the hell are you doing?" He asked, bolting up right.
" I got some mail, You mind explaining to me why your wife, Leslie, wants a divorce?" She asked in a deadly low voice, flinging the papers at him. He caught them and examined the papers quickly." Yamcha please tell me this is a mistake. It has to be." He bowed his head a little.
" WHAT?! YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO DEFEND YOURSELF?" Bulma shrieked, throwing small mirror at him, this time she barely missed his head. She turned on her heel to leave the room when a hand grabbed her arm.
" Baby..." He said, trying to get her to calm down, needless to say, it wasn't working.
" DON'T BABY ME! GOD DAMN IT YAMCHA! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR DAUGHTERS? TO ME!" She screamed at him, her rage now blinding her.
" Bulma, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I love you both so much." He whispered, releasing her arm. For a moment her eyes locked with his as she lost all control, and her hand flew across his face. " Get out! I want you to get your shit and get out. I don't want to ever see your face again!" She whispered in a low voice, he nodded his head as she pushed past him, rushing to the guest bathroom to be away from him.
Unlocking that bathroom and walking out was one of the toughest things that Bulma had ever done. She wanted to stay on the floor and locked in that bathroom forever. She had been lying on the floor for hours, cold and unemotional. Confusion touched every part of her mind. She had no idea whether to cry or get angry. She had no idea how, but she would blame herself for this in the morning. Nothing could undo what had been done, but she still knew what she had to do. She just couldn't do it yet.
Her body filled with a kind of slow spreading dread as she approached her parent's side of the house. She had to figure out something, if not for her than for her daughter.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she entered the living room to find her mother and no sign of Vegeta.
" Hi mom."
" Oh hi Bulma. Have a seat." Her mom said, motioning to the spot next to her. Bulma did as she was told and sat down beside her.
" Mom I have a big favor to ask." Bulma said turning to her mother.
" Oh sure Bulma! Anything." Her mother said in her usual cheery voice.
" Well I have something to tell you before I ask the favor."
" What is it? Is it the baby?"
" No mom it isn't that." She sighed. Bulma's mother seeing her daughter's distress placed a hand over hers. " Yamcha has moved out and he isn't coming back."
" Oh Bulma honey." Her mother cooed, embracing her tightly.
"I am okay." She whispered her body and betraying her the instant her eyes filled with tears.
" What can I do?" Her mother questioned, her heart breaking at the sight of her daughter's tears.
" I would like to stay in my old room; I can't stay their mom, I just ca-" Bulma began, a sob ending her statement.
" Its okay, I understand."
" Oh Mom, what will I do?" Bulma asked through her sobs.
" Stay strong Bulma, for you and your baby." Her mother said, wrapping her arms around her daughter once more. "It's going to be okay."
" Thank you mom." Bulma whispered.
The next morning brought hope at first. Then, before she could open her eyes, she remembered it all. From why she was in her old room to her last words to Yamcha, the man she loved. Tears didn't flood her eyes though; instead it felt like all her grief was resting on her chest. Bulma groaned slightly as she pulled her body from the mattress. " Kami only knows what today will bring." She thought aloud. She groaned again, It hurt to think. She tried to think of something else besides her broken heart as she looked at the calendar on the wall of the bathroom. " Hmm, its August 29th." She thought as she turned on the hot water to her shower. She quickly pulled her nightclothes and stepped under the steaming shower. Her eyes closed slightly as she felt some of her tensions melt away. Suddenly it dawned on her. August 29th? It had been five months ago to the day that she married Yamcha." Damn." She muttered aloud. A few stray tears ran down her face, but they mixed with the water and were gone in a matter of seconds. She slowly turned off the water, wishing the minute she did that she wouldn't have done it. Slowly she stepped out of the shower when the door swung open. It was undoubtedly Vegeta.
" What the hell?!" She screamed, wrapping her towel around her hastily.
" Woman What the hell are you doing here?!" He snapped.
" Living here!" She screamed, her anger equaling his. A malicious smirk appeared on his lips. He knew.
" What happened to your weakling mate?"
" Its none of your business, and even if it was I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of hearing it you sadistic freak!" She said, brushing past him. She padded across the quickly padded to her room, hoping she could escape his scornful laughter.
* Two in a half hours later *
Bulma stopped herself and stared into the cold hospital room. It was like an oasis of white; it smelled heavily of cleaners and disinfectant. She slowly inched her way into the room. She nearly passed out when she saw Leslie's small pale body lay limp in the hospital bed. Her eyes where closed, it appeared that she was lost in a restless sleep. She had changed so much. Her once full figured body was now thin and sickly. Her blond hair lay limp on the pillow, all color the color had vanished from her once rosy cheeks. Bulma sat down gently in the chair beside her friend. She waited a long time before Leslie finally opened her eyes. She looked over to meet Bulma's tearful gaze.
" Bulma..." Leslie breathed. Bulma took her friends hand.
" Shhh. don't talk. " She whispered.
" Bulma it's been so long."
" Yes it has."
" When I left I did it so I wouldn't hurt you. We got married about a month or so after Celeste was born. I knew he was still seeing you." She said before letting go of a ragged sigh. Bulma nodded her head slightly. She couldn't find the anger for her old friend anymore." We split up about six months ago. I filed for divorce this week. I don't think I really loved him, but I didn't hate him when I found out that he was still seeing you, he gave me Celeste So I couldn't ever hate him." She said with a small smile. Her once crystal green eyes now filled with sorrow. Bulma nodded. She understood what she meant even if her child was not born yet.
" Well if I have any good news it looks as if Celeste is going to have a little sister." Bulma announced to her.
" She'll love that." She said while pulling herself up slightly. " It isn't our fault you know."
" I know." Bulma said with a small sigh. " I have missed you so much Leslie. You didn't have to leave."
" Yes I did Bulma. I was five months pregnant; it wouldn't have been too long until everyone knew I was pregnant. They would have found out who the father was, and I just couldn't do that to you. She stopped for a moment and sighed, this obviously was hard for her. " You were like a sister to me and I couldn't have done that to yo-"
" Mommy! Mommy!" A little girl said, as she came running into the room. The little girl was about four years old, and had blond hair and brown eyes, and bared a startling resemblance to Yamcha and Leslie. The little girl climbed up onto the bed and into Leslie's lap.
" Celeste, I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Bulma."
" Hi Bulma!" The little girl said with enthusiasm.
" So tell mommy what did you do with Sheila today?" Leslie said, brushing a wisp of hair from the girl's face.
" We went to the park, and I played on the swings!" The little girl laughed, almost falling over with joy. Leslie and Bulma smiled.
" How high did you go?"
" Real high!" She giggled again. Leslie giggled with her daughter.
" Honey Is Sheila outside?" Celeste nodded in response.
" Could you go out there with her for a little while? I have some things to talk about with Bulma." She said kissing the little girl on the forehead.
" Okay mommy." Celeste said crawling off the bed and running out the door. Leslie looked back to Bulma and smiled the first real smile she had seen her smile the whole visit.
" How old is she?" Bulma asked.
" Four."
" Wow."
" Yes she can be a handful, but I have Sheila to help me take care of her." She said glancing at the door again. Leslie drew a ragged sigh before speaking again. " Bulma, you know I am dying."
" Leslie..."
" No don't. It's a fact, I am dying. Yamcha wasn't there for Celeste after we split six months ago, his money was. He visited her at least once a week, but other than that he hadn't clue. He knows nothing about being a father, and yet that is who I want her to be with after I am gone. He needs to straighten himself out first, learn to be a father. Bulma, I want you to take care of her while he gets himself straightend out. I don't want her in a foster home. I trust you with her life, I know you would protect her. Please Bulma take care of her." Leslie whispered as she lay back into her bed.
" I will Leslie I will." Bulma said managing to fake a small smile.
" Bulma you had better go now. I need to get some things ready."
" Sure Les, whatever you want." Bulma said rising from her chair.
" Bulma...."
" Yes?" She said as she reached the door.
" Thank you for everything Bulma."
" Sure Leslie, anything for you." Leslie said with a small smile. Her green eyes had long been clouded with fear. Not for herself but for her child.
Bulma blindly tripped through the halls, desperately trying not to run into people. She had become so overwhelmed. She had lost her husband and had now been asked by her dying friend to take care of their child? A child that had been conceived behind her back. She didn't know whether to be angry or just plain enraged. Enraged at her husband, no not her husband enraged by Yamcha. He had married her best friend behind her back and had a family with her, then married her. He had two wives and almost two children." Why the hell does this always happen to me?!" She screamed as she finally made her way to the elevator. " This kind of shit doesn't happen to normal people!" She said to an old lady who had been waiting beside her. The woman gave her a strange look before the elevator doors opened.
" Deary, are you a patient or a visitor here?" The woman asked as she entered the elevator.
" Visitor." Bulma said with a false smile on her lips. Manners where all that was keeping her from going completely insane now.
" Oh good." The woman said as the elevator doors closed.
Bulma did all she could to not total her car on the way home. She didn't know who to turn to. Now she had not only lost her lover, husband, and best friend, but she had agreed to grant a dying woman's last wishes? Leslie was her friend true, and couldn't really be blamed for all this, but she was still a part of it. Like it or not. She mused at how that old woman had looked at her, like she was crazy. She wasn't crazy, but she was damn sure going to be at this rate. Driving wasn't really something she should be doing at this moment, considering the fact that she had nearly smashed into two people, a car and her own mailbox on the way home. " This is not my week." She thought as she tripped out of her car. " Not at all."
She did her best to make it from her car to the house without falling on her face. She silently cursed her heels as she ripped them off her feet. " Screw it." She thought, as she unlocked the door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight she saw when she entered the living room, Yamcha.
" What the hell are you doing here?! I threw your sorry ass out yesterday!" She screamed, brushing past him.
" Wait a minute Bulma!" He said grabbing her wrist.
" No! I will not wait a moment, because you are not even supposed to be here!"
" Bulma sit." He said as he pushed her down onto the couch." I have been here for four hours." Just where were you?"
" That is none of your concern." She snapped.
" It is if you have been where I think you were." He said quietly.
" And where do you think I was?"
" I think you went to see Leslie."
" I would have every right to." She yelled at him, angry that he would think that it was any of his business.
" God Damn it Bulma! You can't just leave it alone can you?" Yamcha cried as he threw his hands into the air.
" She was and is my friend, regardless of what you have done to her!"
" Bulma, I didn't want you to upset her."
" I don't think that was what I did Yamcha. In fact I heard some interesting things about you."
" Like what?"
" Oh just about how you married her when she was pregnant. Honorable deed Yamcha, but you screwed yourself over when you kept on seeing me, left her, and married me!" She screamed, her anger finally coming out.
" Bulma, I did what I had to do."
" Oh sure you did. You nearly abandoned your family."
" I supported her and Celeste. I made it for the visits."
" But you left Yamcha; do you not see where that was wrong?"
" I don't want to talk about this." He said, as he sat down in a chair.
" Well I do. How could you?" She said, sucking in her breath, she was not going to cry.
" I loved you both." He said, burying his hands in his face. " I was with her. I was going to break it off, but then she told me she was pregnant. I told her it would be better if she left town. She did. Then when Celeste was born I married her." He revealed. " I fell in love with that baby, but I kept seeing you through it all. Then a few months ago, I wanted to file for divorce, but then she told me about her leukemia, so we separated. Then I married you because I wanted you, and everything was fine. Until the yesterday when I got the papers. I had no idea she wanted a divorce." He said, by this time he was in tears.
" So you lied, cheated and screwed us all?" She said standing up.
" I didn't want to do any of this; I wanted to end it four years ago with her but things got complicated."
" Complicated? Yamcha, they weren't complicated at all! You complicated it!" She yelled. " I will be damned if I am going to let that sweet little girl have a father like you! I swear it; I will fight you for her." Yamcha looked at her with utter disbelief.
" You wouldn't. You can't! You can't take my child away from me!" He said.
" Oh I can and I will. You had better get yourself straightened out buddy or else you will lose your daughters on top of everything else!" She screamed at him. " Now get out before I need a lawyer sooner than I will!" She screamed. Yamcha glanced at her before storming out of the house and slamming the door behind her. Bulma jumped in surprise, this was going to be a long hard fight.
(A/N: Ooo! Another cliff hanger? What does Bulma do? How far will she go to get custody of Celeste? And what becomes of her own child? You will all find out soon! I would like to thank you all for such lovely reviews! I enjoyed reading them, and I hope you enjoyed reading chapter two. Reviews are always welcome, In fact I love reviews! Review away people! lol, anyway, I hope you liked this, if you have any suggestions you can email me at my email address which can be found on my profile! Just keep the reviews-a-comin!)