Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine. Never was. Never will be.

I know that Vegeta was a little OOC, but I figured if he was like he really is he'd have either raped her, slit her throat, or ignored her, which would have defeated the object totally. I mean what's the point of having a Bulma and Vegeta fanfic if one of them is dead? Not much point that's what. And I wanted him to have more of a personality, I mean know he has a strong character, but I needed him to be more like an actual person, you know?

Right now we've sorted that out here is chapter three...

Bulma

Pocket Mouse

When we walked through the door I couldn't think straight let alone take all this in. For one thing I couldn't believe I'd gone with this guy, Vegeta I think he'd said his name was, I mean he could have been any old physco. It was like a dream and I'd abandoned reason, I suppose I was just really desperate to get of the streets, any thing seemed welcoming and the people he introduced me to seemed friendly enough.

There was a girl with lovely long black hair, Chichi I think her name was. She was wearing all black, with chunky silver jewelry, and was standing next to the guy called Goku, who was pretty cute and had mad spiky hair.

Next to him was the guy every one kept going on about, Piccolo, the one who'd started this whole thing up. He was different. His skin was green. I mean that came as quite a shock, how many green skinned people so you see? It could have been make-up though I guess, but no one else mentioned anything so I kept my gob shut.

The last person was a bloke called Yamcha, he had a scarred face and (again!) black hair.

I felt kind of out of place if you want the truth, but they invited me to sit down and asked why I was here, basically. Again I felt totally stupid, I mean my reasons for running away were hardly very important, but they listened. Chichi would come in and ask the odd question, but it was lovely just to be able to get it all off my chest. Back at home everyone would judge, measure you up to them or not really care, they seemed to understand.

When I'd finished talking Chichi got up to get our tea, I was extremely grateful, I'd only just realized how hungry I was, the last time I ate felt like days ago. Piccolo left too. I don't know where he went, he didn't say, and no one asked him. Its odd, how they act round that guy.

"So, Bulma, how old are you?" Goku asked. Vegeta wasn't talking any more. I thought that was odd too, he was fine before.

"I've just turned sixteen." I replied,

"Oh yeah? You have a big party?" He looked kind of upset when he said that, I dunno why. Maybe his sixteenth wasn't one to remember.

"Not really," I lied, I didn't want to upset him any more. I'm not trying to boast, but my party is one that people will be talking about for a long time, it was the best, it was...

"No? Me neither, I was still at home then, I came here not long after." He looked at the table.

"Huh? How old are you now then?" He couldn't have been here that long? Surly?

"Seventeen and four months." It took a while for my brain to register; he'd been here for over a year? I suppose I realized then that I was only here for the experience, all teenagers have to cope with the stuff I went through, It was no big deal, I was just bored with life, fed up, I wanted a change. So I left to get it. I was in way over my head. I must have looked pretty shocked because then he said,

"Vegeta's been here even longer, since he was fourteen I think." He frowned, "Yeah, four years."

"What?!" No! No! No! I suddenly wanted to go home more than anything else in the world.

"Hey? What's up? Don't you feel well? You don't look it. Look, don't worry, you can crash here for as long as you want," I couldn't hear anything he said, I felt like I was swimming, I wanted to go to bed, I wanted to talk to my mum, I wanted...and then everything went black.

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When I woke up I thought it was all just some crazy dream, I guess I kind of hoped it would be, but I had no such luck. I opened my eyes and looked round the room I was in. It had bare walls, light was streaming in through creamy yellow curtains, and the floorboards were bare. Other than a chest of draws, the room was empty.

I suppose I'd fainted last night because I was so tired. After all I hadn't slept for ages. I was still wearing he clothes I had on last night, but my coat was folded on the floor.

I clambered out of bed and walked over to the door, it opened out to the room we'd sat in last night.

Chichi was sitting at the table drawing, no one else was there. She looked up when I came in the room.

"Hi, did you sleep well?" I sat down opposite her on the table and we made mindless small talk for a while. I could tell she was skirting round the real subject she wanted to talk about. Then she said,

"Have you thought about phoning your parents?" That was it I'm sure. I looked down at the table. Of course I had, I'd thought about it a lot. And I wanted to. I really did. But I guess I was worried about how they'd react. I told Chichi that. And that I'd ring them in a couple of days, though I doubted I would.

Well its not as if they're going to die tomorrow is it?

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There you go! I got it on up on time as well didn't I?!

There will be a big plot twist very soon I promise, again I want constructive criticism, tell me if its boring or whatever, so that I can improve it.

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