Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 331 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 331 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2
I had rushed home after work and gotten ready in a tornado of arms and legs. My apartment was small and dark, having only a few small windows, so typically coming home to it brought down my mood a little, but tonight I don’t think anything could’ve wiped the smile off my face.
I put my long hair up into a French twist and changed into dress pants and a chiffon top. I wanted to wear the little black dress, which I had bought years ago in anticipation of my big night, but I thought better of it.
“I’ll save it for my opening night.” I giggled to myself, admiring the dress for a while before slipping on my shoes.
It took me forever to pack the paintings. I had so many and I knew that if I picked the wrong ones it would mean the end of a career that was only just beginning.
I had abstract paintings, the ones I truly threw my heart into, and I also had still life paintings. The two I had sold years ago had been abstract, so I packed 3 of those into my canvas case. Then I chose 2 that were close to my heart.
One was of a giant house in the hills of Italy. I had never been, but I’d seen pictures and dreamed about travelling there one day.
And the second was a portrait of my mother. My mother and I were as different as night and day, which made my upbringing very difficult. She had always done her best while I was growing up, but we never reached that bond that some mothers and daughters do. Still, she was beautiful, and I loved and admired her. She was an accountant and made very good money at it. Professional and level headed, she was everything I wasn’t. In fact, it had taken me days to convince her to pose for the portrait at all. It was one of my favorite paintings.
I tucked the case under my arm and clutched the card Beth had given me tightly. Then I walked outside and hailed a cab. It was going to cost me a lot, but it was worth it to start my career.
I hadn’t been that excited in years.
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The cab ride was exhilarating. I gripped my paintings tightly and suppressed the urge to scream with delight. My cab driver, spotting my bouncing leg, addressed me.
“Got a big night planned, honey?” He smiled. His teeth were yellow and his hair was gray. Even though he wasn’t smoking, the smell from the car told me that he had been not to long before I got in.
“Such a big night.” I smiled widely. I had to tell somebody and at that moment that cabdriver was all I had in the world.
I chattered on during the entire ride, telling him all about how much I hate my job, and then getting to the meeting with the girl who looked just like me.
He smiled and nodded, happy to be talking to someone. He was used to the cold attitudes of the Chicagoans and was thrilled to just sit and listen to the happy girl tell him all about her day.
We arrived and he smiled at me sadly.
“Well, this is where I leave you. Good luck, doll.” He winked at me as I handed him the money.
“Thanks, I have a feeling that this is going to be a great night.”
And with that I shut the door of the cab, clutched my bag to my chest, and walked towards the shop.
“That’s funny…” I muttered to myself. This was the right address, but the lights were off and there appeared to be no one around. I looked at my watch.
8:05pm.
She must’ve been running behind. I sat down on the curb to wait for Beth, my heart pounding in my chest.
At 8:25 I was getting nervous. She still hadn’t shown up and the shop was dark. I stood up and brushed off my bottom.
Maybe she was already inside?
I decided to check and, walking up to the shop door, I peered in. It looked…empty. There was no furniture, no art work. I tried the door and it opened easily. So I sucked in a deep breath and walked in.
“Hello?” I called, “Beth? It’s Katie.”
I got no response. I was getting a little scared, but I knew what this could mean to my career, so I pushed on through the dark room.
I called out again, the only sounds now where the tapping of my shoes on the hardwood floor.
Then I was blinded.
A white light began to fill the room, and then there was a whoosh sound as the light filled my eyes and knocked me to the floor. I was pushed down hard on my back by what felt like a wall. I tried to sit up but whatever was holding me down was too strong, and when I opened my eyes it felt as if I was looking into the sun.
I clenched my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth, and tried again to sit up, but this time I was thrown across the room and into a wall.
I landed with a groan and lost consciousness.
When I woke up the light was gone and I was still alone. My shoes had been kicked off and my canvas case was lying next to me.
I rubbed my face with both hands and glanced at my watch.
12:45pm.
I had been out for hours. I looked up, expecting to see something or someone who could explain what had happened, but it was empty. Forgetting about my shoes, I gathered my bag and ran out of the shop.
I didn’t stop to hail a cab until I was 8 blocks away.
When I finally got home I dropped my bag and flopped onto the couch.
Everything hurt. My head was aching and my body felt bruised. Worst of all, Beth had never showed up. I felt like crying. But after 4 years of disappointments I realized the best thing to do would be to just go to bed.
I headed to my tiny bedroom, burgundy walls making it even smaller, and changed into my pajamas. I settled into the creaky old bed and hugged my pillow, staring at the wall for a long time.
I cried through most of the night.
I had rushed home after work and gotten ready in a tornado of arms and legs. My apartment was small and dark, having only a few small windows, so typically coming home to it brought down my mood a little, but tonight I don’t think anything could’ve wiped the smile off my face.
I put my long hair up into a French twist and changed into dress pants and a chiffon top. I wanted to wear the little black dress, which I had bought years ago in anticipation of my big night, but I thought better of it.
“I’ll save it for my opening night.” I giggled to myself, admiring the dress for a while before slipping on my shoes.
It took me forever to pack the paintings. I had so many and I knew that if I picked the wrong ones it would mean the end of a career that was only just beginning.
I had abstract paintings, the ones I truly threw my heart into, and I also had still life paintings. The two I had sold years ago had been abstract, so I packed 3 of those into my canvas case. Then I chose 2 that were close to my heart.
One was of a giant house in the hills of Italy. I had never been, but I’d seen pictures and dreamed about travelling there one day.
And the second was a portrait of my mother. My mother and I were as different as night and day, which made my upbringing very difficult. She had always done her best while I was growing up, but we never reached that bond that some mothers and daughters do. Still, she was beautiful, and I loved and admired her. She was an accountant and made very good money at it. Professional and level headed, she was everything I wasn’t. In fact, it had taken me days to convince her to pose for the portrait at all. It was one of my favorite paintings.
I tucked the case under my arm and clutched the card Beth had given me tightly. Then I walked outside and hailed a cab. It was going to cost me a lot, but it was worth it to start my career.
I hadn’t been that excited in years.
*********************************************************** *******************
The cab ride was exhilarating. I gripped my paintings tightly and suppressed the urge to scream with delight. My cab driver, spotting my bouncing leg, addressed me.
“Got a big night planned, honey?” He smiled. His teeth were yellow and his hair was gray. Even though he wasn’t smoking, the smell from the car told me that he had been not to long before I got in.
“Such a big night.” I smiled widely. I had to tell somebody and at that moment that cabdriver was all I had in the world.
I chattered on during the entire ride, telling him all about how much I hate my job, and then getting to the meeting with the girl who looked just like me.
He smiled and nodded, happy to be talking to someone. He was used to the cold attitudes of the Chicagoans and was thrilled to just sit and listen to the happy girl tell him all about her day.
We arrived and he smiled at me sadly.
“Well, this is where I leave you. Good luck, doll.” He winked at me as I handed him the money.
“Thanks, I have a feeling that this is going to be a great night.”
And with that I shut the door of the cab, clutched my bag to my chest, and walked towards the shop.
“That’s funny…” I muttered to myself. This was the right address, but the lights were off and there appeared to be no one around. I looked at my watch.
8:05pm.
She must’ve been running behind. I sat down on the curb to wait for Beth, my heart pounding in my chest.
At 8:25 I was getting nervous. She still hadn’t shown up and the shop was dark. I stood up and brushed off my bottom.
Maybe she was already inside?
I decided to check and, walking up to the shop door, I peered in. It looked…empty. There was no furniture, no art work. I tried the door and it opened easily. So I sucked in a deep breath and walked in.
“Hello?” I called, “Beth? It’s Katie.”
I got no response. I was getting a little scared, but I knew what this could mean to my career, so I pushed on through the dark room.
I called out again, the only sounds now where the tapping of my shoes on the hardwood floor.
Then I was blinded.
A white light began to fill the room, and then there was a whoosh sound as the light filled my eyes and knocked me to the floor. I was pushed down hard on my back by what felt like a wall. I tried to sit up but whatever was holding me down was too strong, and when I opened my eyes it felt as if I was looking into the sun.
I clenched my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth, and tried again to sit up, but this time I was thrown across the room and into a wall.
I landed with a groan and lost consciousness.
When I woke up the light was gone and I was still alone. My shoes had been kicked off and my canvas case was lying next to me.
I rubbed my face with both hands and glanced at my watch.
12:45pm.
I had been out for hours. I looked up, expecting to see something or someone who could explain what had happened, but it was empty. Forgetting about my shoes, I gathered my bag and ran out of the shop.
I didn’t stop to hail a cab until I was 8 blocks away.
When I finally got home I dropped my bag and flopped onto the couch.
Everything hurt. My head was aching and my body felt bruised. Worst of all, Beth had never showed up. I felt like crying. But after 4 years of disappointments I realized the best thing to do would be to just go to bed.
I headed to my tiny bedroom, burgundy walls making it even smaller, and changed into my pajamas. I settled into the creaky old bed and hugged my pillow, staring at the wall for a long time.
I cried through most of the night.