Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Don't own Dragonball Z never have, never will, and don't really want too coz I know I'd screw it up.

Bt the way, in my story there is a city called 'Wrestlingworth', but in real life it is a little village near where I live, and is no where near as mean and dark as I make it seem. Just saying that in case any one who's reading this comes from there and will moan at me for totally buggering up there peaceful little village.

This is, as far as I know, a totally original A/U Bulma and Vegeta thingy, so obviously I am very proud of it. Bulma is at the moment sixteen, no one else's ages are important. I would appreciate constructive criticism because I think I need a lot of it.

Run Away

Chapter One

Pocket Mouse

"I can't take any more" Bulma silently stormed, shoving her clothes hurriedly into a blue duffel bag. She knew what she was doing was stupid, irrational and she sure as hell hadn't thought it through, but she needed a break. A big one. I suppose a little of the background story would be required here so I'll try my best...

Bulma Briefs was at her wits end, her parents were driving her crazy constantly whinging moaning and nagging about every thing she did, said or even thought, it seemed.

Her boyfriend had cheated on her, the scumbag, and she'd lost her Saturday job. Because of all of this she had made failing grades on her mock GCSE's, that, I suppose had been the last straw. Her life was imploding and she felt she couldn't breathe. She just needed some space, which was exactly what she was going too get.

Grabbing her purse she walked out of the front door leaving Capsule corp. behind her. She looked at her watch under a street lamp, '2:30am huh? Well i guess i'd best get going'

She started walking in the direction of the train station; she wasn't stupid, she hadn't taken her capsules knowing they could be traced like her credit cards (her father had already thought if that in case an occasion such as this was too arise)

She shivered subconsciously and shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets. She was only a couple of blocks away when her toes began too rub against the inside of her trainers (or sneakers too you American people) and her thighs were beginning too ache. 'I'm certainly not cut out for this' she thought, but quickly set of again at a brisker pace.

She got too the station at about three, a little sooner than she would have liked but that couldn't be helped.

Bulma followed a tall bald man onto platform 10b, thinking that he must have been catching this train for a long time too know that it left at this hour. As she walked too sit down on the plastic benches provided, she was painfully aware that the people who were already waiting were staring at her. 'I guess teenage girls with blue hair aren't a common sight round here at 3 in the morning' she thought and almost smiled until the reality of the situation suddenly hit her.

'What the hell am i doing?!' she thought, 'I should be at home, warm in my bed! Not sitting on a station full of pervy old men!'

She didn't have any longer too think about it though, because a train pulled up, her legs took over, and she climbed aboard.

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Two hours later Bulma sat up in a First Class train carriage with a major headache and a familiar feeling of panic settling in her stomach.

"Oh shit where the hell am i?" She said, blinking her eyes too clear her head, and wiping her hand against the window too make a hole through the condensation.

"Wrestlingworth?" She read out loud, "Where's that?" Collecting together her coat and bag she stumbled off the train. Although it was early the platform was busy with people and it was then that she realised that she hadn't paid for her ticket, she looked back but the train was gone.

"Oh fuck it," She said and wandered through the jostling crowd too the ladies.

The toilets were empty and Bulma leaned over a basin and splashed water on her face. She was still groggy from lack of sleep and her head was pounding.

'What am i going to do?' She thought, 'Its 5:30am I'm stuck in some unknown city, my parents don't have a clue where i am i made perfectly sure of that!' she sighed and absent-mindedly started too brush her hair. 'Maybe i could just hang around here for a bit, then go home. That way i would have made my point, they'd all see that i can cope on my own so they'd stop treating me like I'm two,' she paused for a moment, then put her brush away, ' and i'd get too see all my friends, have all my stuff, and i'd get too go to bed.'

Her mind now made up she climbed the stairs too get out of the toilets and headed for the door that led outside. The scene that greeted her made her first impressions of Wrestlingworth rather depressing. The road that she now looked down was busy with cars and people. Either side of the street was lined with shops, obviously grand in their time with curly wrought-iron balustrades and overhead arcading, the original glass replaced now with Perspex; but at least half of the shops were empty, the lower windows boarded up, the upper ones smashed or missing completely. The Perspex was yellowed and cracked, the balustrades rusted the shop fronts grimy and shabby with peeling paint and drifts of litter were gathering in the doorways.

'Great, just great!' Bulma thought,' trust me too pick this kind of dump.' not knowing what else too do, and not wanting too draw attention too herself she set of down the main road. She peered in through the windows of the shops as she passed them. They were thick with dirt but she could just make out the silhouettes of the counter and shelves, and various other shapes of things scattered about on the floor.

Ahead of her there was a park just coming into view. The closer she got though, the more she realised it wasn't exactly what most people would class a park. It was basically just a square of grass with some swings, one of which was missing.

Inwardly Bulma sighed, her headache was now fading, 'what am I going too do?' she thought. Her minded filled with half hearted ideas about finding a hotel or some thing, but remembering the state of the high street, she doubted if there would be any at all. Then she thought of going home. Her parents would be up by now, her dad would be going down stairs too get some coffee, then he'd knock on Bulmas door too wake her up for school, only...only she wouldn't be there. She shook her head hoping to some how make those thoughts fall out, but all it did was bring back her headache.

Sitting down on one of the graffiti covered benches she closed her eyes and attempted too empty it all out of her mind.

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The rest of the day went by in a blur, Bulma could vaguely remember buying a coffee and eating a packet sandwich on the cold park bench she had sat on before.

She could also remember standing in a pay phone and desperately wanting to ring her parents. In the end she stood there for going on five minutes holding a coin over the slot, but changed her mind, she couldn't face it.

It was now six in the evening and it was starting to get dark, and cold. Bulma huddled up in her coat and shivered. Fighting an inward battle, she opted for finding a doorway to sleep. She'd only brought £50 with her and she didn't want to waste it all on for a bed for the night. 'A bit stupid,' she thought, ' but its not as if the run down old dump is filled with places to stay, I mean who in there right mind would want to stay here anyway?'

She got up and walked down the road that was now empty, and feeling utterly miserable sat down in front of a pair of red peeling double doors. They offered little shelter from the wind, but Bulma still sat down on the cold concrete floor and leaned her head against the wall.

She was just drifting off into an uneasy sleep when she heard light footsteps running up from behind her. She started panicking, imagining the police coming too find her, hunting her down, and forcing her to go back home...She huddled down into her coat.

When they reached her they stopped. With her heart pounding like mad in her chest she opted her eyes, but just a bit. She could see a pair of tattered trainers.

'Definitely not a police man then,' She thought and opened her eyes fully. Standing in front of her was a boy, about her age, maybe a little older, wearing a pair of black jeans, a black jumper a leather jacket. He was tanned, had chiselled features and full lips pulled back into an amused smirk. "Well what have we got here?"

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There we go. If you read this PLEASE review even if you didn't like it, then tell me so i can change it and make it better. And if i can't write then i need telling.

If i get five reviews or more I'll post chapter two; I'm quite looking forward to that, even I'm not sure what's going too happen.