Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Bounty ❯ Painful Memories; A Glimpse of the Past ( Chapter 5 )

Hello Minna! Long time no update ne? Sorry about that! This chapter is not very long I'm afraid but I had to cut it off there, for dramatics mostly. Anyhow please enjoy! And as always leave me Reviews and of course suggestions are welcome!

Chapter 5

Painful Memories; A Glimpse of the Past

That night Bulma decided that the best thing to do was find a place to stay until she could find some information on the renegade prince. She rented a room in a very high-class establishment. She had a good deal of money stored up from her many successful missions, but aside from that she was very well off on this planet. Her family had been rather wealthy, before they had been slain that is. She shuddered as memories pounded her psyche. She had suppressed them for so long but now, being here on this planet they seemed to have abandoned the recesses of her mind where they had so long been locked away.

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A young girl hid beneath the large four-poster bed that her parents had slept in for so many years. A dark pair of boots appeared before the bed and she held her breath praying the man would leave. She shuddered trying to hold back her sobs, which would surely give away her locale to the man that had invaded her home. Her parents, both slain before her eyes, as she hid beneath their bed, and there was nothing she could've done to stop it. She tried to keep her eyes averted from the dead bodies of her parents that were no more then a few feet away from her. She felt something wet touch her skin and gasped when she discovered it was blood, her parents' blood. That gasp was all that the assailant needed to hear, as he reached beneath the bed and drug her out by her feet. She found her-self dangling upside down by one foot, her eyes level with that of her parents' murderer. They were icy blue and dreadfully cold. She shuddered at the sight of them and tried to close her eyes to the sight. He shook her like a rag doll and told her to open her eyes. He smiled a malicious and crooked grin. He had found what he had been searching for. "Ah, the precious treasure of the Briefs", he snarled at her. You should fetch a pretty price for my boss."

"What are you talking about let me go!"

He slapped his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing the little girl. "Oh you have no idea what you are worth little one!"

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Bulma awoke in a cold sweat, frantically clutching the sheets to her breast. "Just a dream, it was just a dream," she gasped, desperately trying to catch her breath. Though she knew perfectly well it was far more then a simple dream. This was precisely why she had gone off world in the first place, to escape the memories of her past. As long as she was not on this world then she could forget her past life, forget that she had ever been Bulma Briefs.

She rose from the bed and walked out onto the balcony of her hotel room. She gazed out at the lights of the city and sighed. "What am I doing here anyway?" she whispered. She sounded lost, even to herself. She shook her head to clear the last remnants of the dream from her mind. "That girl is dead, that is no longer who I am! I am the Angel of Death!" she proclaimed to herself with vehemence, her voice echoing slightly in the chill night air. But here on this planet she felt almost …warm, and not at all like the cold woman that she had trained herself to be. She felt something wet and gazed down at her hands in surprise. Funny, she didn't remember it starting to rain. She gasped in shock to realize that it was not rain, but tears. Her tears. She had not cried for many years, not since the day she had left it all behind. Why now did this all come back to haunt her, all the memories, all the pain. She shuddered lightly, though whether from the chill air or from her silent tears she was unsure.

An: Well that was angsty ne? I hope you all enjoyed it! I'm working on the next chap, but it's hard to tell when it will be up. In any case please Review it motivates me to write ^.~