Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Always Hope ❯ Where's the Fire? ( Chapter 2 )

AN: Oh wow. I'm finally back after almost 2 months. Jeez I've been sooo busy lately. This college stuff is busting my ass. And then exams on top of that. It's a conspiracy I tell ya. They're trying to break me down. But I will not break!!! Uh. Okay anyway....But I'm basically done so now I have all sorts of time to write and update my fics. I'm soo excited! I love all my fics and writing makes me really happy. So I'm really really happy right now. So first I want to thank all my dear reviewers who have put up with my very few and far between updates. I'm getting better, I promise!

 

And thank you to all my readers who didn't or couldn't for some odd reason review. It's okay I luv ya anyway!

 

OH before I forget. Guess what guys. I actually have chapter 4 and 5 of this done. So um I plan on putting them up this week too. And Chapter 5 has what you've all been waiting for. Oh the suspense. But really I'm really working my ass off here so hopefully you guys enjoy.

 

Alright. Alright I'm done.

 

 

Disclaimer: Maybe when I turn super Saiyan. Which means never. Sigh.

 

Always Hope

 

Chapter 3: Where's the Fire

 

 

 

 

Rolling out of bed Bulma slipped on a pair of faded black jeans, a red Metalica “Enter Sandman” shirt, and a pair of red and black chucks. She didn't bother with a shower since she had taken one two hours earlier.

She was in a huff.

She hadn't been able to sleep at all tossing and turning until she finally gave up taking a shower at 4 in the morning. The shirt mirrored her mood perfectly, except she had slept with both eyes open essentially getting no sleep at all, causing this perfectly terrible mood she was currently in.

She growled at her reflection in the mirror. She had a dark pair of bags under her eyes and she was extremely pale. It was those damn dreams- more like nightmares that brought back her memories from all those months ago. This wasn't going to work, dammit. She couldn't let them get to her. This was what they wanted. Control and revenge. But she needed her sleep!

Cursing loudly to herself Bulma stumbled across her room into her bathroom. She quietly assessed her looks. There was nothing that she could do, well more like felt like doing, with the bags under her eyes. And her paleness would probably go away with food.

“Damn bitches. Can't fucking move on. Always need the last laugh. They'll get theirs.” Grumbling darkly to herself Bulma decided to leave her hair the way it was, wavy and covering much of her face, combing out the knots with her fingers. She just didn't feel like grooming herself today.

Sighing bitterly to herself she left her room to be cleaned by one of the many maids her family employed. She would usually take the task of keeping her room clean herself but lately she just had no energy to deal with it. She was a stickler for neatness and order. She'd deal with anything out of place when she got back.

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Bulma adorned a fake smile before entering the kitchenette. She braced herself for her mother's way too happy banter, but surprisingly it was quiet. Way too quiet.

She glanced around the doorway into the room. Her father's seat was empty. Weird. He was usually sitting there reading the morning paper looking for any new up and coming inventions in the science section. And her mother would usually be at the stove chattering to the air about one thing or another, but that spot was vacant too. Now fully in the room she noticed that everything was neat and orderly, nothing had been touched or move since the maid's cleaning last night.

“Where the hell are they?” She spun on her heel ready to search the whole compound for them if need be before she saw the black palm pilot looking thing blinking on the island. Striding over she picked it up immediately realizing that it was her and her father's latest invention. It was sort of a video player. It could record videos to be played back, but you could also visually talk to a person who held another one of these, and it had all the workings of a palm pilot with the added features of a digital camera and mp3 player. Sighing she clicked it on waiting as the screen that popped up went from fuzzy to displaying her father and mother, who were currently sitting with their backs to her eating at some beach side restaurant, from what she could tell.

“Mom...Dad?” She asked uncertainly. They turned at the sound of her voice quickly skittering over to the video phone thingee. They really needed to make up a name for this thing.

“Bulma dearie, I'm glad you found this. We were wanting for your call.”

“Where are you guys?”

“Oh yes well, your father was called off in the middle of the night to fix a generator in Madrid and you know how I just adore there so I decided to come with. We wanted to tell you but it was quite an emergency and we had no time to spare.” Her mother cheerfully explained.

“Yes it was quite unexpected. Seems like one of their bad storms finally caused the generator to short out. Sorry for the short notice.” Her father stated rubbing his mustache in thought. No doubt thinking of a way to make the generator use the electric energy from the storms as a power source.

“It's okay. I was just worried.” Bulma answered walking away from the video phone to look in the fridge.

“Don't worry dearie, I didn't forget about you.” Bunny said stopping Bulma in her tracks. Just like her mom to plan ahead for her only daughter. Bulma felt a smile tugging at her lips. “I left a plate for your breakfast in the oven. It's amazing what you can whip up in 5 minutes.”

“Uh huh.” Bulma mumbled heading right over to the oven. She had forgotten to eat last night and was extremely hungry.

“Well hun, we'll leave you to it. Your father needs to get to one of his many meetings as usual and I just need to shop.” Bunny stated winking at her daughter.

“Uh yes, must get to that meeting. They're practically in shambles over here. I need to hire better management.” Dr.Briefs answered.

“Yes, yes so much to do so little time. We'll call you tonight okay hun.” Bunny once happy became serious quite fast. “Hurry to school. And please call us if you need anything. Take the video phone with you dear. Just in case.” In a matter of seconds her mom's cheery side had come back with vengeance. “Have fun dear toodles.” With a short wave from her parents the connection was cut off.

Bulma was left staring blankly at the now black screen. Her parents were definitely one of a kind and she couldn't love them more for it, though they were a bit clueless.

Sitting the hot plate of vegetarian omelet and glass of oj in front of her Bulma was all ready and set to dig in. Glancing at the kitchen's clock she cursed angrily seeing it was already 7:15. She hurriedly ate her breakfast before running to the den where her bag sat still unopened from yesterday. Grabbing it she ran to her family's garage which held 25 of her family's favorite cars. She wasn't feeling too flashy today so she chose her personally owned and bought antique roadster. She had personally refurbished the engines and she had painted the car a lightening gray and with red stripes. It roared when she placed her foot on the gas, just like she liked it, and with a squeal of tires she backed out of the garage and sped off the Capsule Corporation grounds.

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“So where is she baldy?” Vegeta asked quite annoyed that Bulma was making him wait. If it wasn't for Kakarott and his insane nagging he wouldn't be waiting at all.

“Oh come on Vegeta, we've only been waiting for 5 minutes. Plus we have 10 minutes to go before we're actually late.” Goku responded nonchalantly flipping through Krillen's collection of CD's. He sat in the passenger side of Krillen's car a silver Scion while Vegeta leaned up against his own car a black viper, the least expensive and flashy of his three other cars. Krillen was currently sleeping with his head down of his steering wheel. Of course he was abruptly jarred awake when Goku accidentally turned on a Korn CD with the volume all the way up.

“Whoa where's the fire?” Krillen dumbly asked rubbing his tired and red eyes. He had been up all night reading his summer reading book, which he had neglected all summer because he was lazy, and now he had a very important test in English today. Man they just couldn't cut him a break.

“Sorry man. Didn't know the volume was that loud.” Goku apologized sheepishly while turning the whole system off.

“It's okay Goku. I'm just a bit tired that's all. I didn't get to sleep until 2.” Krillen mumbled yawning loudly before placing his head back on the steering wheel.

“Well chrome dome if you had read during the summer you wouldn't have this problem would you?” Vegeta taunted.

“You know Vegeta you can't really call Krillen chrome dome anymore since he has hair now.” Goku cut in tugging at Krillen's locks to reinforce his point.

“Hey watch it!”

“Like I can't see that baka. I'm not blind and I can call him whatever the hell I want.” Vegeta stated quite annoyed at Goku. But when was he not?

At that very moment Bulma decided to make her entrance with a squeal of tires and some Linkin Park she was blasting from her stereo. Her and Vegeta where two of the only people who where willing to drive over 70 mph on regular streets. They never seemed to get caught either.

The three boys watched silently as she sped up to a spot and parked perfectly next to Krillen's car.

“I am sooo glad I got my own car,” remarked a shaken Krillen with Goku nodding his head in agreement.

“Weaklings.” Was Vegeta's only comment as he waited for Bulma to get out the car so he could get to school. He wasn't worried about being late or anything but he needed to make an appearance for his loyal fans. How this guy's head can fit through a door I don't know.

Bulma was still singing Linkin Park's Crawling as she climbed out of her car. Linkin Park could always make her feel good since it always seemed to mirror her mood perfectly. She was glad to see that Krillen had waited for her and she was a little surprised but happy none the less that Goku and even Vegeta had waited too. “Maybe this won't be such a bad day after all.” She mumbled under her breathe before going to greet her friends and Vegeta.

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“Hey guys. Thanks for waiting up for me.” Bulma said grinning at all three of them. “Even you Vegeta, I'm surprised you're usually somewhere making someone's life hell.”

“Trust me woman, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Kakarott's ridiculous nagging.” Vegeta answered quite smugly. “If I hadn't he would have been on me for days.”

“Nice Vegeta. You could have at least let me think you cared.” Bulma answered sarcastically before turning her attention to Goku and Krillen. “At least you guys aren't total assholes like someone I know.”

“Yeah well Bulma you should be used to it by now. I don't think Vegeta's ever going to change.” Krillen said causing Bulma and Goku to chuckle while Vegeta just snarled angrily.

“Don't press your luck baldy. I'm feeling extra violent today.” Vegeta warned cracking his knuckles and his neck quite loudly. Krillen visibly paled before hiding behind Bulma.

“Heh, Vegeta you know I was just kidding.” He mumbled watching Vegeta slowly advance on him. “Plus you wouldn't hit a girl now would you?” Krillen continued quite smug now that he had Bulma in front of him.

“I don't see any girls around, do you Kakarott?” Vegeta responded causing Goku to break out in laughter and Bulma to redden.

“Ha Ha Ha. Very funny. Not. Keep the jokes coming funny boy, I never knew you were a clown.” And with that Bulma stomped off to school lest she be late.

“Feisty. I like that.” Vegeta called after her earning a middle finger from his angered but entertaining counterpart.

“Kiss my ass Ouji.” Was the last response he heard before she stepped into the building.

“Shit. We're going to be late.”

 

AN: Okay Okay. Yeah I know, where's your freaken answers? But wait I did promise to tell you in the next two chapters. Which are all ready finished and waiting to be updated. So...............review!!! and I'll update of course..... sort of blackmail huh? But really I hope you like this story as much as I like writing it. Oh and I'm working on updating my other stories too. I think. Heh.