/ ❯ The Secrets We Keep ❯ The Secrets We Keep ( Chapter 3 )
[ 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: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 290 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: / | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.13.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 290 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz, or any of its characters. Never have, never will. However I do own Leslie and Celeste! So back off! lol. Oh and don't sue me, what in the world would I have to give you? Not much! lol
~*~ Loss ~*~
Bulma gazed out the window of Leslie's hospital room. It had been roughly two weeks since her encounter with Yamcha; she had been to see Leslie every day since then. Leslie had done her best to keep up some strength to deal with the growing paperwork between chemo treatments, but it was clear to Bulma that Leslie was losing the battle against her body. She hated to sit there and watch her die, but what could she do besides carry out her friend's last wishes? She could do nothing.
Bulma did her comfort her friend, Leslie had gotten much worse though, she could no longer sit up or talk in a clear voice, she just whispered. Bulma held Celeste in her lap as the little girl told her and her mother about her day. Leslie smiled weakly at her, a sharp twinge of joy showing brightly in her eyes.
" Celeste, Listen to me." Leslie whispered as she took the little girls hand. " I want you to be a good girl for Bulma and your daddy too."
" Mommy I want to stay with you!" Celeste cried, tears streaming from her brown eyes.
" Yes I know you do honey, but Mommy is not going to be able to stay, but I love you so much Celeste-Chan." She breathed. She then looked to Bulma.
" Bulma I know you don't think you can do this, but you have it in you and you will do a fantastic job of making sure she is okay." Leslie drew a small breath. " I want you to kick you-know-who's butt to be a good father to my little girl." Bulma nodded, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Leslie breathed another sigh and then closed her eyes.
" Leslie? Leslie?" Bulma said gently shaking her, but she knew it was too late. The nurses came rushing in, but nothing could be done.
" MOMMY!" Celeste screamed, desperately reaching for her mother. Bulma did the only thing she could at that point she picked up Celeste and moved out of the room. Celeste fought for all she was worth. She kicked and screamed for Leslie. Bulma moved into a small waiting room and sat down with the little girl.
" Mommy..." The little girl softly cried into Bulma's shoulder.
" Shhhhh. Just cry honey, don't hold anything in." Bulma whispered. Both where now in tears.
An hour passed and Bulma was still holding a now sleeping Celeste. She closed her eyes breifly as she heard someone enter the room. It was Yamcha. He looked very different from the last time she had seen him, he had lost weight, and had red puffy eyes from crying.
" Hello Bulma." He said, looking her straight in the eye. " How long has she been out?" His gaze returning to Celeste.
" Bout an hour." She said as she looked away from him. He sat down slowly beside her.
" What happened?"
" She was sick, god damn it. What do you think happened? She couldn't hold on any longer." She said softly to him.
" I know." He said looking back to Celeste, gently pushing her hair away from her face. He smiled as she sighed under his touch. " This is what I wanted Bulma."
" What?" Her eyes snapping back to meet his.
" This is how I wanted us to be. You, me and a few kids." He said.
" Yeah well, that's what I wanted to but it doesn't look like I will ever have it." She said, she could feel the tears coming on. Yamcha's hand caught her face easily and wiped away her tears.
" Bulma, we could still have all that if you could just forgive me." He said looking into her eyes again. " Please Bulma...." He said as he kissed her gently, then more deeply.
" But I can't Yamcha. You betrayed me and Leslie." She said breaking the kiss. He sighed and nodded.
" Daddy?" A small voice said from Bulma's arms. " Daddy!" Celeste said again as she crawled into Yamcha's lap.
" Hi Princess." He said as he hugged her.
" Aunt Bulma?" Celeste's small brown eyes lifting from the ground.
" What honey?"
" Am I going home with daddy?"
" Yes honey." She said as she placed the girl into Yamcha's arms. Celeste sighed in the arms of her father, relief and peacefullness flickered across her face before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
" Yamcha you had better be a good father to her." Bulma whispered in a deadly tone. " Or else I will take her from you. I will do what Leslie wanted me to."
" I will be a good father to her, I will also be a good father to are child." He said quietly before turning to leave.
" Yamcha. I do love you, you know." She whispered. He nodded before leaving for good.
Bulma pulled into her driveway late that night. She leaned her head against the steering wheel and turned off the engine. It had been too long since she had slept. The only thing that kept her going was coffee and her baby. If it wasn't for her baby, she'd be dead by now. She felt like she had nothing to live for. Her husband was gone, Wait not her husband. She chuckled a bit sadistically under her breath, yeah almost her husband
Nothing mattered. She was tired, and it wasn't good for her period, but what could she do? Bulma tripped as she got out of her car.
" Whoever invented these shoes had to be a guy." She whispered under her breathe as she inspected her over priced heels. The heel had broken. " Money down the drain." She thought as she pulled her shoes off and padded into the house.
A loud crash met her ears as she silently closed the door. It came from the kitchen, that meant Vegeta had to be up. Not in any mood to deal with the arrogant saiyan, Bulma ascended the stairs for what she was sure would be a long sleepless night." tomorrow is another day. Right?" Bulma thought.
The phone rang early in the morning. four forty five to be exact. "Who in the hell could that be?" Bulma thought as she rolled over in bed.
" Hello?" She spoke groggily into the phone.
' Bulma?" A familiar voice as A voice asked.
" Goku?."
" Yeah, Hey Bulma I have some bad news."
" What?" Bulma asked. She could feel her heart beating in her throat.
" Yamcha was in a car crash tonight." Goku said, His voice heavy with sadness. " Bulma, Yamcha is dead."
No!" She cried. Tears came to her eyes and she choked back a loud sob. She had wanted Yamcha to pay for what he had done, but not die, she loved him. " What about Celeste?"
" The little girl?" He asked.
" Yes."
" She's alive, barely, but she's alive."
" Thank Kami." Bulma said into the phone. Her voice was a sickening mix of happiness and complete sorrow.
" Bulma, I am so sorry about Yamcha." Goku said. Bulma choked again. Tears flooded her eyes.
" Yes I know. I loved him, but Celeste is still alive so that's something to be thankful for." Bulma breathed.
" Well Good night Bulma." Goku said.
" Good night Goku." Bulma whispered before hanging up the phone. " Yeah sure, tomorrow is another day." Bulma mused silently. Tears streaming again down her face. .No no no no no no no, this couldn't happen, She couldn't lose him again. She thought as she pulled on her jeans.
" You have to honor your promise!" A little voice in her head said. That was true, she had promised Leslie that she would take care of Celeste, and that's what she had to do.
Bulma pulled into the hospital just as the sun was coming up. A familiar longing filling into her system. A dark memory creeping into her mind.
~ Flash back ~
Bulma picked up the bottle of pain killers that lay on the table. God she needed more. It had been a long hard day, finding out that Yamcha had another infidelity had just about set her over the edge. Who needed him when she had these? Besides if she needed something more she had some other shit under her bed. She thought as she swallowed a couple of pills with some vodka. What a comforting thought.
~ Flashback ends ~
Bulma forced herself to swallow. She had almost died that night. She wasn't sure exactly how many more pills she had taken after that or if she had done anything else. She had woken up the next afternoon, Yamcha at her side, it was then and there that he had asked him to marry her. He was the reason she had wanted to forget, He was the reason she was here now, He was the reason she was a recovered addict.
" Clean for almost seven months." She thought as she got out of her car. The early morning sun crossing over her face. " But for how long now?"
The fake glow of the lights did little to soothe her nerves as she stepped into the ICU. She couldn't help but hold back a gasp when she saw Celeste's cuts and bruises. It was guessed that Celeste had broken her arm and several ribs in the crash in addition to other injures. A queasy feeling began to form in the pit of Bulma's stomach. If this is how Celeste came out of this crash she didn't event want to think of what Yamcha looked like. It was all she could do but, collapse into a chair by Celeste's bed side. It was at that moment that Bulma realized that Celeste had lost both her parents in one day. My how cruel fate could be, especially to a little girl. Damn this life. What would they do now?
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(A/N: I want to say this before I go any further with this story. Bulma is my fav female character, Yamcha rates as sixth fav. Now! I need to do these different things just so it will work with the story, that's a duh huh? Keep in mind it is an A/U fic! Thank you For those of you who reviewed the chapters. I thank you. I am so sorry that this is late! I have had some much going on with school and such. I'm failing Spanish, that's not going over well with my mom. SO I gotta work on that a bit, but under no circumstances will I quit working on this! I have way too much planned! All I can say it's going to be a hell of a fic, and only Beth and Ali know what's up next!!! Oh and I have about seven written pages done for chapter four and that's bout four typed! Its far from over! Special thanks to my sisters Beth for listening to me ramble on and on about my story, and for rating the ideas! and to Ali for just being there! Ja till later ~ Kira ~)
~*~ Loss ~*~
Bulma gazed out the window of Leslie's hospital room. It had been roughly two weeks since her encounter with Yamcha; she had been to see Leslie every day since then. Leslie had done her best to keep up some strength to deal with the growing paperwork between chemo treatments, but it was clear to Bulma that Leslie was losing the battle against her body. She hated to sit there and watch her die, but what could she do besides carry out her friend's last wishes? She could do nothing.
Bulma did her comfort her friend, Leslie had gotten much worse though, she could no longer sit up or talk in a clear voice, she just whispered. Bulma held Celeste in her lap as the little girl told her and her mother about her day. Leslie smiled weakly at her, a sharp twinge of joy showing brightly in her eyes.
" Celeste, Listen to me." Leslie whispered as she took the little girls hand. " I want you to be a good girl for Bulma and your daddy too."
" Mommy I want to stay with you!" Celeste cried, tears streaming from her brown eyes.
" Yes I know you do honey, but Mommy is not going to be able to stay, but I love you so much Celeste-Chan." She breathed. She then looked to Bulma.
" Bulma I know you don't think you can do this, but you have it in you and you will do a fantastic job of making sure she is okay." Leslie drew a small breath. " I want you to kick you-know-who's butt to be a good father to my little girl." Bulma nodded, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Leslie breathed another sigh and then closed her eyes.
" Leslie? Leslie?" Bulma said gently shaking her, but she knew it was too late. The nurses came rushing in, but nothing could be done.
" MOMMY!" Celeste screamed, desperately reaching for her mother. Bulma did the only thing she could at that point she picked up Celeste and moved out of the room. Celeste fought for all she was worth. She kicked and screamed for Leslie. Bulma moved into a small waiting room and sat down with the little girl.
" Mommy..." The little girl softly cried into Bulma's shoulder.
" Shhhhh. Just cry honey, don't hold anything in." Bulma whispered. Both where now in tears.
An hour passed and Bulma was still holding a now sleeping Celeste. She closed her eyes breifly as she heard someone enter the room. It was Yamcha. He looked very different from the last time she had seen him, he had lost weight, and had red puffy eyes from crying.
" Hello Bulma." He said, looking her straight in the eye. " How long has she been out?" His gaze returning to Celeste.
" Bout an hour." She said as she looked away from him. He sat down slowly beside her.
" What happened?"
" She was sick, god damn it. What do you think happened? She couldn't hold on any longer." She said softly to him.
" I know." He said looking back to Celeste, gently pushing her hair away from her face. He smiled as she sighed under his touch. " This is what I wanted Bulma."
" What?" Her eyes snapping back to meet his.
" This is how I wanted us to be. You, me and a few kids." He said.
" Yeah well, that's what I wanted to but it doesn't look like I will ever have it." She said, she could feel the tears coming on. Yamcha's hand caught her face easily and wiped away her tears.
" Bulma, we could still have all that if you could just forgive me." He said looking into her eyes again. " Please Bulma...." He said as he kissed her gently, then more deeply.
" But I can't Yamcha. You betrayed me and Leslie." She said breaking the kiss. He sighed and nodded.
" Daddy?" A small voice said from Bulma's arms. " Daddy!" Celeste said again as she crawled into Yamcha's lap.
" Hi Princess." He said as he hugged her.
" Aunt Bulma?" Celeste's small brown eyes lifting from the ground.
" What honey?"
" Am I going home with daddy?"
" Yes honey." She said as she placed the girl into Yamcha's arms. Celeste sighed in the arms of her father, relief and peacefullness flickered across her face before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
" Yamcha you had better be a good father to her." Bulma whispered in a deadly tone. " Or else I will take her from you. I will do what Leslie wanted me to."
" I will be a good father to her, I will also be a good father to are child." He said quietly before turning to leave.
" Yamcha. I do love you, you know." She whispered. He nodded before leaving for good.
Bulma pulled into her driveway late that night. She leaned her head against the steering wheel and turned off the engine. It had been too long since she had slept. The only thing that kept her going was coffee and her baby. If it wasn't for her baby, she'd be dead by now. She felt like she had nothing to live for. Her husband was gone, Wait not her husband. She chuckled a bit sadistically under her breath, yeah almost her husband
Nothing mattered. She was tired, and it wasn't good for her period, but what could she do? Bulma tripped as she got out of her car.
" Whoever invented these shoes had to be a guy." She whispered under her breathe as she inspected her over priced heels. The heel had broken. " Money down the drain." She thought as she pulled her shoes off and padded into the house.
A loud crash met her ears as she silently closed the door. It came from the kitchen, that meant Vegeta had to be up. Not in any mood to deal with the arrogant saiyan, Bulma ascended the stairs for what she was sure would be a long sleepless night." tomorrow is another day. Right?" Bulma thought.
The phone rang early in the morning. four forty five to be exact. "Who in the hell could that be?" Bulma thought as she rolled over in bed.
" Hello?" She spoke groggily into the phone.
' Bulma?" A familiar voice as A voice asked.
" Goku?."
" Yeah, Hey Bulma I have some bad news."
" What?" Bulma asked. She could feel her heart beating in her throat.
" Yamcha was in a car crash tonight." Goku said, His voice heavy with sadness. " Bulma, Yamcha is dead."
No!" She cried. Tears came to her eyes and she choked back a loud sob. She had wanted Yamcha to pay for what he had done, but not die, she loved him. " What about Celeste?"
" The little girl?" He asked.
" Yes."
" She's alive, barely, but she's alive."
" Thank Kami." Bulma said into the phone. Her voice was a sickening mix of happiness and complete sorrow.
" Bulma, I am so sorry about Yamcha." Goku said. Bulma choked again. Tears flooded her eyes.
" Yes I know. I loved him, but Celeste is still alive so that's something to be thankful for." Bulma breathed.
" Well Good night Bulma." Goku said.
" Good night Goku." Bulma whispered before hanging up the phone. " Yeah sure, tomorrow is another day." Bulma mused silently. Tears streaming again down her face. .No no no no no no no, this couldn't happen, She couldn't lose him again. She thought as she pulled on her jeans.
" You have to honor your promise!" A little voice in her head said. That was true, she had promised Leslie that she would take care of Celeste, and that's what she had to do.
Bulma pulled into the hospital just as the sun was coming up. A familiar longing filling into her system. A dark memory creeping into her mind.
~ Flash back ~
Bulma picked up the bottle of pain killers that lay on the table. God she needed more. It had been a long hard day, finding out that Yamcha had another infidelity had just about set her over the edge. Who needed him when she had these? Besides if she needed something more she had some other shit under her bed. She thought as she swallowed a couple of pills with some vodka. What a comforting thought.
~ Flashback ends ~
Bulma forced herself to swallow. She had almost died that night. She wasn't sure exactly how many more pills she had taken after that or if she had done anything else. She had woken up the next afternoon, Yamcha at her side, it was then and there that he had asked him to marry her. He was the reason she had wanted to forget, He was the reason she was here now, He was the reason she was a recovered addict.
" Clean for almost seven months." She thought as she got out of her car. The early morning sun crossing over her face. " But for how long now?"
The fake glow of the lights did little to soothe her nerves as she stepped into the ICU. She couldn't help but hold back a gasp when she saw Celeste's cuts and bruises. It was guessed that Celeste had broken her arm and several ribs in the crash in addition to other injures. A queasy feeling began to form in the pit of Bulma's stomach. If this is how Celeste came out of this crash she didn't event want to think of what Yamcha looked like. It was all she could do but, collapse into a chair by Celeste's bed side. It was at that moment that Bulma realized that Celeste had lost both her parents in one day. My how cruel fate could be, especially to a little girl. Damn this life. What would they do now?
Due to Fanfiction.net's new support service I'm starting a mailing list! If you want to know when I will be updating this fic or others are being updated ( there all B/V people! ) please email me at Fanficgoddess@aol.com and I will add you to my mailing list!
(A/N: I want to say this before I go any further with this story. Bulma is my fav female character, Yamcha rates as sixth fav. Now! I need to do these different things just so it will work with the story, that's a duh huh? Keep in mind it is an A/U fic! Thank you For those of you who reviewed the chapters. I thank you. I am so sorry that this is late! I have had some much going on with school and such. I'm failing Spanish, that's not going over well with my mom. SO I gotta work on that a bit, but under no circumstances will I quit working on this! I have way too much planned! All I can say it's going to be a hell of a fic, and only Beth and Ali know what's up next!!! Oh and I have about seven written pages done for chapter four and that's bout four typed! Its far from over! Special thanks to my sisters Beth for listening to me ramble on and on about my story, and for rating the ideas! and to Ali for just being there! Ja till later ~ Kira ~)