Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ A Quick Pick Me Up ( Chapter 4 )

Butterfly

I fell off the bed with a bump and landed on my hands and arse. A shooting pain ripped up my forearms. I bought them into my view frame and saw the red criss-cross patterns engraved upon them. I bit my lip. I'd done it again. I felt so ashamed of what I'd done I started to cry.

After a few moments of pulling myself together (like curtains ^_^), I got up slowly and made my way to my en-suite bathroom to get myself cleaned up, thinking, all the while, how glad I was I kept my own first aid kit.

While I cleaned my wounds I decided I would have to go out to make sure I didn't do it again. Any other person who didn't know of my depressive state would think it strange that Bulma Briefs, the rich, talented, strong willed (list is endless) daughter, was worried about the breaking of her resolve, but I knew that I might trip up at any moment.

My mind flicked through the possible places I could go. I could visit one of my friends, work in the lab, go to Starbucks; nothing really appealed to me. Then I remembered the party Hope was going to be at was tonight. There was a girl I could party with. She knew barely anything of me - just how I like my party accomplices.

An hour later, my cuts were clean and I was ready to get drunk. I had decided that it maybe a stupid thing to do but it would probably make me feel better for that short moment.

"Hope!" I called. I could see the brunette dancing in the corner and made my way carefully over to her. I tapped her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.

"Bulma?"

"The one and only," I replied coolly, not showing any signs of my earlier strife. I had attempted to cover up the slashes by wearing a jacket over my black dress and it would work as long as I didn't get to hot. I didn't feel like forming an on the spot explanation about them to lie to some worried partygoer.

"Where's the real party? I'm aiming to dispose of my troubles briefly with the help of a large amount of alcohol, possibly some kind of illegal substance and some Hellishly loud music. Fuck the hang over. What do you say?" I asked her. She smiled, nodded an affirmative then took my hand and led me down a set of stairs (I didn't think about what it was going to be like getting back up them) and into a large basement.

After downing as much drink as I could with out vomiting, dancing with as many guys as I could and gossiping with as many girls as I could I decided that I couldn't drink anymore. I stood up, head swimming, and staggered over to Hope.

"See you…Monday…" was all I could manage without being sick. Hope answered with a sound that I took as an ok.

I practically crawled up the stairs, and I'm sure if I had been watching someone else drag themselves up the stairs (when they were completely out of their head) I would have been laughing hysterically. I did giggle insanely, but that could be expected. I smiled woozily to myself when I reached the top, but then realised I had the five-minute walk to the Capsule Complex ahead of me.

"I may as well try," I told myself.

After walking for one minute my feet were killing me. I stumbled a bit and fell over as a car went by. I was so immersed in attempting to unlace my boot so that I could walk that I didn't notice the car reverse back.

When I heard the door click open I looked up.

"Need a ride?" a masculine voice said.

"No. I don't do that kind of thing," I stuttered. I was sure I recognised the voice.

"Lucky for you, neither do I."

Then I knew. It was just Vegeta.

"Oh."

With that I clumsily climbed in and just as I slammed the door the car shot away.

Thank Kami this wasn't a bumpy road, or the plush cream interior might not have survived the journey.