Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rekindle my fire ❯ Prelude to Fire ( Prologue )

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

PROLOGUE:

For once in her life, Bulma didn't feel the rush of adrenaline that
used to course through her veins whenever the sun went down, and the
moon lit up the sky. No going out. Tonight was for herself, she had
decided. No lame movie, no cheap dinner, no sweaty sex. Just me. She
had come back from a session with her shrink, and had been advised to
start thinking about her happiness and her needs. Not those of the
baseball playing womanizer she insisted on rolling around her bed
with. She had also decided to end their relationship, but she would
think about that some other time. The night would be for rekindling
the fire he had burnt out of her. There are great discoveries out
there for you, said the shrink, I just hope you find them soon.

At the age of nineteen, she was jaded. It was sad, to have lost
feeling at such an early age. Maybe all the excitement Goku brought
into her life when she was sixteen wore her out. Whatever this new
sense of numbness was, it affected her work and all those around her.
She sat on her bed, sighing, and punched in Yamucha's cell phone
number almost mechanically. Great. Voice mail.

"Yeah, uh, Yamucha...just thinking about you. I hope everything works
out.. Give me a call sometime, ok? Bye." She clicked off the phone and
sighed again. She had spoken the truth. Although the chances were he
was necking another girl right then, she still wanted him to know that
they were friends. But this was the first night she'd spend being very
lonely, and she had no idea where to begin. She was searching, but for
what... an open window was banging against something somewhere in the
house. Then she remembered that she was not completely on her own.