Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma Project : Bulma 224 ❯ Chapter one ( Prologue )

This story is one of a kind didn't steal didn't borrow the story nothing like that. The DBZ characters belong to he who has made them. My idol, whom I have mad a shrine of. Not really, but what the hey. My shrine is a Vegeta and Inu Yasha shrine. I just love them. Any ways back to the disclaimer. Don't own then, wish I did ,the whole scenario we all go through, blah blah blah. Hope you enjoy. Don't sue, have no money, just myself and my stitch stuffed animal. I'm sure you don't want me, I'll fight to keep my stitch animal though. NO! You can't have 'im! ::grabs the toy close to her with a death grip. Sees people staring and sweatdrops:: Well then....hehe...on to the story.

The Bulma Project: Bulma224

Chapter one:

I rolled over, and pushed the covers off of me. The sound of birds chirping outside was making me sick. The nauseating smell of breakfast in the morning reached my nostrils. I rolled back over again and glanced at my clock.

It read 6:30. I sighed. In about a few minutes the clock will go off any ways. Might as well get up. There is no point in sleeping anymore, it would just make me tired even more than already possible, I thought to myself. So I got up and stretched one of those bone popping stretches, with a jaw popping yawn. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and shuffled around my room. You should know that shuffle, the one where you don't pick up your feet because your too lazy and tired to do it. Well it was one of those mornings.

I then headed for my bathroom, and took a quick shower. As I wiped the steam from the mirror, I looked at my reflection. I stared deep into my blue eyes and wondered who I was. I took a closer look at my self, I had long blue hair with white streaks, the hair flowed down my back.. You couldn't tell that there was white until the light hit it at a certain angle. I am about 5'4, maybe a little taller. A slight build of the body, kinda muscular.

I let a hand trail down my belly, and lightly touched my abs. Well maybe a little bit more than "kinda". I sighed a deep sigh, and rubbed some lotion on my skin and left the bathroom. I then got dressed, and searched for my homework. Then after finding my homework, grabbed my shoes and headed downstairs. The boredom of life was getting to me, it was the same things everyday. After a while I think it starts eating at some peoples consciousness. It was starting to get to mine. I wanted something new, an adventure. Something to make life interesting. Boy was I going to get it.

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"Mom, has Donny eaten all the cocoa puffs again?" I yelled to my adopted mom. She was a hard working woman with three kids, divorced. Tragic I know. It's not like there isn't one in every other house. I swear that the only reason people are now marrying and getting together are just to procreate. It's not for love anymore. Maybe they think so, but it's not. She married my ex adopted dad to get away from her mother. Who abused her and abused her. Her dad raped and molested her for the longest time. So I don't blame her for wanting to get away. Even if she thought it was love. I'm sure that everyone has almost the same kind of story. It's really popular nowadays. Sad ain't it?

"No, I don't think so. Check in the cupboard," she yelled back from her room,"I cooked eggs and bacon, why don't you eat that?"

"I don't want that, too greasy for my stomach." Like I said I don't blame her. You know what? I just hope I never go through life like most people do, I've had my bad days and my good days. But I'm glad I don't have to wake up every morning wondering what could have happened. I don't get that privilege yet, after all I am still only seventeen. I still have a way to go. After eating a quick bowl of fruit loops (since my brother ate the cocoa puffs) I grabbed my backpack and started out the door. I stopped and turned around and looked around the place. My living room was small, compared to some. The dining room not even big enough to fit a table in, especially a table for four. What a life we all live. It makes you wonder if there is more to go for, more to do. Then what we've always done. "Mom I'm off to school now, Donny and Martie have already went. Bye!" "Bye sweety!" she yelled back. I then sighed and left for my bus stop.

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I pulled my Jacket a little closer towards me. Even if I live in a mostly sunny place, it still can get a little cold. Might not stay that way for very long, but it does get cold. I watched my breath float like a white cloud in front of me as I walked to my stop. I sighed a deep sigh. I was bored, I needed something to keep me going. I was about a few feet away when I saw something. I was staring strait foreword, I could see the other teens standing at attention waiting for the bus to appear.

Their breath puffing out as well. I was almost there, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something. I turned my head and looked to the left. There was a tall dark looking man standing there staring at me. Well I assumed it was a man. But it was more like he was staring through me. I couldn't pull my eyes away. I couldn't make out his features, but they seemed strange almost like they weren't human, but the shadows kept me from seeing anything more than that. I just continued to stare, feeling like I was being pulled.

The wind suddenly picked up and started blowing around dead leaves when a friend of mine called my name and pulled my attention away from the weird shadowy figure. I saw my friend Reppa coming towards me, waving her arms wildly.

"Bulma! Guess what, I got asked out to the dance! Isn't thi-" she must have gotten a look at my face, I could feel my brows scrunched up in kinda a scowl. I knew the weird guy was gone. I couldn't feel it's presence anymore. I was kinda annoyed, and yet relieved.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Reppa asked me. I shook my head. "No, nothing wrong. I just thought I saw something."

"You always think you see something. Anyways here comes the bus and I'll tell you who asked me out to the Valentine dance."

"Alright, but I don't want to hear about it again."We then got onto the bus, and made our way to school. And as I sat down and looked again where the man was standing I thought I saw the figure again, but couldn't really look to see if what I saw was true for the bus was already speeding away.

Well that was fun! It kinda just hit me how I was going to write this story. I am writing it seriously. My other story I really didn't take my time writing. But this one I will. So people please bear with me and some of the chapters will 'prolly be boring. But the other DBZ characters won't be in until later chapters, most likely in the third or something. Would love it if ya reviewed. This is my second story, and a whole lot better than my first. I took the first one off of ff.net 'cause it was that bad......but there are worse out there. Well hope you enjoyed. If you want to see how dorky my first story is go to www.geocities.com/bulma_chan224/mainpage.html

And enjoy the time. It's not all bad. This one will get better. Thanx for your time and please tell me what ya think. Might be a lemon some where....not sure.....well going now ;) bye!!

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