Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Contraband ❯ Bulma Lynn Briefs ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Contraband by Stacey Meyer

Don't wanna live the normal life Got contraband in my eyes Alcohol and cigarettes Good white drugs I ain't done yet I like to fuck I like to fight Starting shit just feels right In the end we all just die So along the way why not get high? Contraband, God I love you Contraband, I need you so Contraband, I wanna hold ya. Contraband, lets fuckin' go Contraband, gonna take you to the show - The Mad Caddies, "Contraband"

Disclaimer - I do not own DBZ and I don't own any of the songs in this story. I actually got the title from a song by the band called the Mad Caddies. If you've never heard of them and you like punk/ska, then I highly suggest them!

Chapter Two - Bulma Lynn Briefs

Bulma Lynn Briefs

Nickname(s) - Blue, B

Age : 18

Height : 5'9"

Hair Color : Light Blue with Midnight Blue Streaks

Eye Color : Blue

Year in School : 12

- 7:00 A.M. - BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. A hand reached out of the blankets and smashed the snooze button on the alarm clock with a fist. After about two minutes of untangling herself, the young bombshell finally got out of her bed and streched, yawning loudly, and looked over at her alarm clock.

"Aww, shit! It's already 7? Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! I can't believe I slept in that late!" Bulma turned on her CD player and switched it to Alkaline Trio's From Here to Infirmiry, turning it to number four, one of her favorite songs, Stupid Kid.

There are things that used to make me smile One of them was you for just a little while You left me for dead so far away I replaced you with fear and shame You'll be happy on the day I die There are things that used to make me laugh But now they're deeply buried in the past I left them there so far away Replaced my humor with my pain I'll be happy on the day it dies Remember when I said I love you Well forget it I take it back I was just a stupid kid back then I take back every word that I said

The eighteen-year old danced around her room, guitar in hand, singing and playing along with her Alkaline Trio CD, a ritual she had been doing every day before school for the past five years. It helped a lot in the task of waking herself up in the morning. It was about 7:15 after she stopped singing and she only had fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed. She hopped into the shower, leaving the CD playing to help her keep track of time.

The azure haired teenager stepped out of the shower and started to get ready for school. She popped in her Rooney CD and turned it to number six, her favorite Rooney song, I'm Shakin'.

I've forgotten what it feels like to feel normal. To be normal. I've forgotten what food tastes like. The way it tastes right. The taste buds taste right. I wake up in so much spit and sweat, it is not normal. What is normal? I go to bed. When I wake up. After cleaning all. All the spit and sweat. Now I'm, Now I'm ... sha sha shakin, sha shakin' I'm sha sha shakin, I'm shakin' now ...

"Mom!!!!! Where did you put my dark blue Roxy tank top?" The blue haired teenager yelled down to her mother, tossing clothes around her room in the process.

"It's in your laundry basket, honey!" Bunni Briefs yelled up to the younger Briefs. Bulma pulled the low cut dark blue tank top out of the basket and put it on and then she zipped up her light blue jean skirt. Her light blue hair was straight, going down to her mid-waist, with midnight blue streaks in-between her natural color. "Hurry up, sweetheart! You don't want to be late do you?" Bulma shut off her CD player and looked around for her shoes.

"Ughh, would you shut up already? I know what time it is!" She yelled back down to the ditzy woman. "I swear to Kami that woman has no brains inside that head of hers!" Bulma spotted her dark blue Volatile shoes and grabbed them, along with her jacket, and ran downstairs, anxious to eat her breakfast and leave.

The smell of bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and sausage assaulted Bulma's nose as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Her parents were at the kitchen table eating already, so she grabbed a plate and practically inhaled the food on it. She washed off her plate and put it in the dishwasher, giving her dad a hug on her way out.

"See ya Mom! Bye Daddy! I don't know what time I'll be home 'cause I got practice after school," Bulma called as she was walking out the door.

"Okay, bye honey! Enjoy your day," her mother called back happily.

Bulma got into her black '67 Shelby GT500 with white racing stripes going up the hood and down the trunk, and headed off for school, hoping her friends were already there when she got there.