Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Drama's Of A Teenage Life ❯ Going to NYC ( Chapter 10 )

Last few chapters: Normal teenager Bulma wondered into her father's office and found out she wasn't related to the Briefs. In her anger and pain she ran out into the rain, Vegeta and the gang finds her and brings her to Goku's unused cabin. Bulma talks the gang into going to New York with her to look for her real parents and they head off on a plane at 5am.

 

Nagomi Sachiyo- Bulma's real mother

Umihiko Sachiyo- Bulma's real father

Vegeta Ouji- Bulma's neighbor and friend, likes Bulma ever since…

Krillian Roshi- Bulma's close friend ever since…

Goku/Kakkarote Son- Bulma's close friend ever since…

Chichi Mou- One of Bulma's close frds. Goku is her bf. Trying to get b/v together.

Juu- One of Bulma's close frds. Krillan is her bf. Willing to support Bulma

 

Chapter 10: Going to NYC

 

“So why did you want me to come along?” Juu asked as they drove towards Bulma's house.

 

“I'm not ready to see any of them yet. Besides I have to clean up the mess I made in my……..in the office.” She stopped mid sentence not knowing how to address the man that had raised her. She knew that if she saw him, or any of them, then she wouldn't be able to hold herself back. Hold all her emotions back, whether they were good or bad. She wasn't ready to see any of them yet. Not even her brothers and sisters.

 

Juu nodded in understanding. They had been through a lot. But never something like this. This wasn't just another kidnap-and-ransom case or someone trying to rape them. Her friend had lost her identify, her self-assurance. Juu sighed looking out the window. She didn't know if Bulma's decision on going to NYC to look for her parents was exactly good for her. But they had sworn to always be there for each other and she sure as hell wasn't going to break that promise. And she definitely wasn't going to let Bulma go out there alone.

 

“Meet us at the front in 10 minuets.” Bulma said to Vegeta before she and Juu got out of the car.

 

The sky was dark blue, the birds had still not awakened, streetlights were still on, it was the dead of the morning and not a soul was awake.

 

Bulma took a deep breath as she approached the place that she had lived in all her life. She stood there looking up at it. What a happy place this used to be for her. What a beautiful place she used the think it was. Now? Now she sensed nothing from it. No warmth. She had to hate him. He didn't tell her. He betrayed her, stuffed her with lies after lies. But in some part, deep within her…she still loved this place, still longed to be apart of it as she had before.

 

Juu's hand wrapped around hers, pulling Bulma forward. Juu sent a reassuring smile over her shoulder. Bulma smiled back.

 

Creeping slowly in the front door, Bulma looked around cautiously then looked back at Juu, gesturing for her to come in. She mouthed `My laptop. Ten minutes.' seeing Juu nod and walk up stairs quickly and quietly to Bulma's room.

 

Walking down the hall she inhaled, smelling the familiar scent of her home. A sweet mix of baby power, chocolate cookies, and lavender scent. She stopped in front of the door. When she had ran out it was open. Did her mom see? Did her brother or sisters see? In the back of Bulma's mind she hope that it was one of her siblings that found it open and deiced to close it being too cowardly to journey into the `Forbidden Room'.

 

She sighed when she saw that everything was as she had left it. The desk looked to be untouched. A few loose papers scattered on the floor near the desk because of the rush she was in. The album was lying where she had left it. The drawer and brief case wide open like that night. She walked behind the desk and pushed the leather chair back up.

 

Her heart stung just by looking at the files. Taking a deep breath Bulma bent down to retrieve them, stacking them neatly back inside the brief case. She separated the papers that had her real parents' info and addresses to the side. Reaching over she grabbed a new CD disk and started to burn a copy of the information. Bulma quickly went over to the copy machine, copying the papers.

 

It was like doing a rewind. Putting the CD back, the files, locking the case, putting it in the drawer, locking the drawer, putting the key back in the suit pocket, and then shutting down the computer. If only it could be the same with her mind and emotions.

 

She slid the CD and copied papers in a large, brown envelope and tied the white strings. Slowly Bulma walked past the oak desk, the sofa and chairs, the coffee table, looking up at all the books that reached up the high ceiling, drinking everything in.

 

Her eyes started to water when she stopped next to a glass case that held all her pictures, medals, and awards that she won over the years ever since she was in first grade. He had different pictures of her all through her life. She couldn't hold back a sob. God! Should she just forget about this whole thing? Turn her back to it and continue on with her life like before?

 

The woman's soft features flashed across her mind. No. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and walked to the door. Bulma turned around at the door and took one last look, trying to memorize it all. The dim morning light shining through, making it look like a thorn room.

 

Slowly she closed the double door and walked down the hall just in time to see Juu silently lugging a small, black suitcase that had wheels down the stairs. Bulma waited near the front door, looking out she could see Vegeta's black Porsche waiting for them.

 

Bulma looked around her, taking all of it in. After another deep breath and holding her tears back she closed the door behind Juu.

 

(Goku's Car)

 

“Thank you so much Jay.” Chichi said grabbing Juu's small luggage from Juu's twin brother. He was in his boxers and had a look of just-woken-up, not that he wasn't.

 

“Sure,” Jay yawned, “Next time don't do it at four in the morning.”

 

“Believe me, I know…” Chichi trailed off. “Listen, we have to go. See ya!” To avoid the oncoming questions she quickly slipped back into Goku's car and they spent off.

 

Krillan yawned from the backseat as Goku turned onto the highway lane, heading for the airport. The sun hadn't even come up yet; there was no one on the highway, letting Goku speed up.

 

“The things I do.” Krillan sighed unbelievably. “I can't believe that we are spending our four day weekend like this. Running half way across the world without telling our parents. They still think that we're at Goku's cabin.”

 

“Yah well,” Chichi smiled, “We never thought we would get kidnapped and shipped all the way to Japan at Thanksgiving when we were eight, or get sold as a slave to Africa when we were ten. And the time that we were about get eaten by a white tiger in India when we were thirteen.”

 

Krillan and Goku laughed at the memories.

 

`Who would have thought that those life and death experience would make them laugh when they looked back?' Goku thought smiling. Yah, they've been through a lot. And he was sure that they would make it through this one as well.

 

(Bulma's House)

 

Gasping Bunni sat up in her empty king-size bed. Her blond hair matted against her forehead, chest beating wildly against her, her breathing came out uneven filling the room with her small gasps as she tried to slow her breathing down.

 

`It was just a nightmare, nothing more.' She said to herself, recalling the way her eldest daughter's beautiful blue eyes had changed from love and care to hate and utter disgust. Bunni pushed her sweat-matted hair back and turned to look at the clock that read 5:03am.

 

There was still the feeling inside her. She got up off the bed and walked out to the hall. The cold early morning air hit her hot skin making her shiver at the sudden contrast. She walked to the bedroom closest to her and opened it revealing Benio's nursery. Benio's crib was pink with all different dolls hanging on the side. She saw the steady rhythm of Benio's sleeping form rise and fall.

 

She walked over to the next room. Greeting her sight was Boxer's plastic dinosaurs, x-box, play station, and all different kinds of games and game covers lay scattered on the floor. She covered and straightened his spread out legs that lay over the covers, and the arm that was dangling over the side.

 

The next room was split in half, each side contrasting greatly. Benika and Beniko lay on their separate twin bed sleeping softly. Closing the door she walked down the hall. It seemingly was getting colder as she walked further down.

 

Beniha lay on her stomach in her queen size bed. Sleeping peacefully, within the heaps of both dirty and clean clothes that lay all around on the floor. Cut out people from magazines slapped on to the wall, and pieces of art from class hung on the walls.

 

Resting her sweaty palms against Bulma's doorknob she pushed it open half-expecting Bulma's figure to lay in the middle of the king size bed, sleeping quietly and peacefully.

 

Her eyes we're greeted by the glow of morning light that entered freely through the window and shined on her wide collection of teddy bears. Her eldest daughter's room was always the cleanest, and both girlish and sophisticated. Just like her father, her room was filled with the latest technology.

 

She closed her eyes and immediately the vision of her daughter's face filled with hate and disgust filled her, making her shutter. She closed the door, wishing that Bulma were here.

 

Smiling, she knew her daughter would analyze the dream from the top to the bottom, from the food she had eaten, to the color of the clothes that might have affect her brainwaves. Then she would go on about the brainwave patters and the more Bulma explained the worrier Bulma would get over her. It would always end up her comforting Bulma in the end, reassuring Bulma that everything was all right. Thinking back to it now, she knew that it was Bulma's own natural way of helping her. Instead of feeding her with comforting words, Bulma would always make the other person think. She would always make the other person see the good inside themselves.

 

Bulma had always been a very questioning child. But not like the kind that asks `why, why, why' like all the other children her age. Bunni sighed remembering one time when she took a five-year-old Bulma out for a walk, they had gone to the poorer side of the city. She could still hear Bulma's sweet voice mixed with confusion and wonder.

 

“Mommy, why is that man eating garbage?” She saw that Bulma had her eyes fixed on a homeless man that was digging out of the garbage eating the contents.

 

“Because he's a homeless man, he has no money to buy his own food.” She had answered. “If he doesn't eat then he would die.”

 

Bulma hadn't said anything for the longest time. They just stood there and watched the unaware man. Then suddenly Bulma's soft voice broke out the silence.

 

“When it's summer, he will be too hot. When it rains, he will be wet. When it's winter, he will be cold. When he can't find food in the garbage, he will be hungry.” Bulma had said in a soft, sad, innocent tone. “If he suffers so much why doesn't he just let himself starve to death? What does he have to live for that would make him eat garbage and go through so much pain? What is it that he lives for?”

 

Even at the age of five, Bulma had always been an intelligent girl. Bulma's mind worked differently then everyone else and her eyes seeing more clearly then everyone else's, always striving for the real answer.

 

She had not known how to answer her question and had instead, pulled Bulma away from the scene to continue home.

 

Now, she found herself in front of her husband's office somehow. Opening the door she went in to see that everything was perfectly in place. She sighed and walked in and up to the oak desk. She looked at the black phone and had a sudden urge to hear her daughter's sweet voice.

 

She picked it up and dialed.

(Plane)

 

Bulma looked out the window. Up in the air, she could see the vast blue ocean and the sun that would touch the land soon. Every time she was on a plane it amazed her. Everything looked so small from up here, so easy to control.

 

The plane was quiet because of the lack of passengers at this hour and also that fact that all the passengers where asleep, yes even the almighty Vegeta Ouji. Bulma thought looking at the sleeping Vegeta. There were only a handful of times when she caught Vegeta actually asleep and this is one of the rare times. She took out her digital camera and look at picture of him and her friends. In front of her was Juu and Chichi, across the aisle from her and Vegeta, were Goku and Krillan. They were all wrapped in a blue blanket. The other passengers that were on were scattered all around, sleeping also.

 

She stood up slowly; waving to the middle age flight attendant that was drinking coffee and talking. Bulma smiled at her and lifted up her cell and laptop mouthing `Can I use?'.

 

She saw the flight attendant smile back, nodding `Yes'. She turned and sat back down; pulling the small table down from behind Juu's seat, laying her laptop on it then wrapping a blanket around her body. As she waited for her laptop to boot-up she turned on her cell to find it vibrating right away; telling her there is a call.

 

She looked at the ID and saw that it read `Home'. She forced her finger not to press the `talk' button. And with a lot of effort the phone finally stop vibrating, probably transferring to the voice mailbox.

 

Putting her phone aside she pulled out the brown envelope, retrieving all the papers and disk. She remembered that there were four files; she only got her parents, and herself, not the fourth one. Familiar capital, red, bold, words flashed across.

 

ACCESS GRANTED……..Please wait while loading……..

 

She looked down at the papers that stated where THEY were living now.

 

(Briefs' House)

 

: : Hi this is Bulma! I'm not here right now, or maybe I just don't want to talk to you…haha…jus' kiddin'….I'll get back to you soon…or when I feel like it…BEEEPPP: :

 

Bunni relaxed a bit, hearing her daughter giggle the words out in her light, carefree tone.

 

`Of course she won't answer. It's five in the morning!' She scowled herself and dropped the phone back down on the receiver. She shook her head and quickly walked out of the room.

 

(Plane)

 

Yet again the files popped up. There were four files; she didn't get a chance to look at the fourth one, being so shocked and all after putting all of the pieces together. She looked at the update bar at the side and saw that it was last updated just before her “Father” had gone to the business trip. What was he feeling when he filed this? That she was just another person? That this was just another record like all the other CC records? How can he live with her like this? Knowing it every time he looked at her?

 

She sighed, and clicked the last file that read S_Sadahiko.

 

Name: Sachiyo, Sadahiko.

Brithday/Place: October 9, 1988/ New York

 

She had a little bother. Curious she strolled down to his picture. A soft smile spread across her face when her eyes landed on a sixteen-year-old boy. He had sharp features, muscled jaws that gave him an intelligent and mature look. His dark eyes reflected playfulness and wildness; he would be the type that takes all kinds of dares. She had no doubt that he had girls running after him. Remembering how the picture of how her father looked like, she realized that the boy looked just like his father…. `And you look like Her.' A voice whispered out to her.

 

Pushing the thought back, she scrolled down to his school records, seeing that he was an A student, but a troublemaker.

 

Schools: Barkwood Elementary, Ellen Wood High School.

Sports: Baseball, basketball, and Track.

Comments: Got into two fights this semester, the one responsible for pulling the fire alarm last fall, 5 cafeteria food fights. Although he excels in classes, he tends to be a troublemaker.

 

She couldn't help but smile at the comments written below. So they have more in common then she had thought. Bulma couldn't count the times she and her friends had gotten in trouble for all kinds of things.

 

Clicking to open up the picture of the woman that gave birth to her, she leaned back. As she stared into Nagomi's blue eyes, she couldn't help but wonder if they ever thought about her. Had they ever wondered where she was, or what she was doing. If she was even alive or not?

 

Bulma's eyes moved to the phone that rest next to her laptop. Had her mom somehow found out that she wasn't at the cabin? No. Or her other friend's phone would have rung by now too. Looking out the window all she saw was were clouds underneath them and the sun now shining brightly. Bulma closed the window half way so the light didn't bother the sleeping figures. Leaning back in her seat, she continued to study the pictures of her family. Millions of questions formed in her mind tiring her to sleep.

 

(New York)

 

7:48am

 

The blue tresses fell down to her back as she reached up for another plate. The eggs and bacon that she was cooking sizzling in the pan, releasing the fresh smell of food around the cozy house. Looking out the window of the kitchen she could see the sun growing brighter by the minute, and birds came out of their nests, singing loudly.

 

Eighteen years, it's been so long since she last held her. They had insisted that her baby was probably dead. `Where was she now? Was she sick? Was she happy? Did she know about her true origin?'

 

There wasn't a signal day in Nagomi's life that she didn't ask herself those questions. In the nine short months that she had with her baby girl, she was not able to forget a minute of it. Her baby had captured her heart with the expressive deep blue eyes, beautiful face, and aurora that her baby possessed.

 

Snapping herself out of her thoughts she quickly turned off the stove before the eggs started to burn. Scraping it from the pan to the plate she lifted the two dishes over to the kitchen table just in time to see both her husband and son walk half asleep to the table.

 

“Morning dear.” Her husband yawned, pushing back his tangled blue-black hair.

 

“Morning mom.” Her son followed, slumping down on the table, not even bothering with his messy tangles.

 

“Good morning you two.” She smiled brightly placing the plate in front of them. `A typical day for the Sachiyo household,' she thought smiling. She glanced at the last empty seat and couldn't help but imagine how her baby girl would look like now. How beautiful she would look.

 

She turned towards the window, and looked up the blue sky watching a plane cross the sky. For some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off of the one-inch plane as it passed by.

 

Something's going to happen…soon. She could just feel it.

 

“Nagomi, what's wrong?” Her husband's soft voice jotted her out of her thoughts. Turning she looked at her husband's soft blue eyes.

 

“Nothing. I just have a feeling…” She trailed off, smiling.

 

(NY Airport)

 

“Ok, so what now?” Krillan asked after they all checked out.

 

Even at seven in the morning the place was filled with people, walking quickly to their destination.

 

“I was thinking we could go get a five-star hotel room,” Bulma said, then smirked. “And go and have some fun around this place.”

 

“Really?!” Chichi jumped, hopeful eyes shining.

 

“You didn't think I would drag you half way across the world before dawn, without letting you have some fun once we got here now did you?” Bulma mocked hurt. The truth was, she didn't want to just jump right up her parents' front door and announce that their long lost daughter has returned. Now that she was here, she wasn't even sure if she should confront them. She had just wanted to see them in real life.

 

“YAY!!! This place is crawling with hot ass guys!” Juu cried happily, hugging Bulma. “For Bulma I meant…” She laughed nervously seeing the glare she was receiving from Krillan. Juu turned only to see Vegeta giving her a death glare.

 

“Let's go get a taxi first.” Chichi smiled. They walked along the crowd, dragging their wheeled luggage after them. As soon as they stepped out, the hot, summer air touched their skin making them more wake.

 

Goku and Juu raised their arms and immediately two yellow cabs stopped in front of them, willing to make money. Separating into two groups again, they climbed in and headed towards a hotel.

…………… ;…………

 

“Hurry up Sadahiko! We're going to be late!” Umihiko called up the stairs to his son that was in his room. He smiled and turned to his wife, who handed him his brief case for work.

 

“Are you going to be home for dinner?” Nagomi asked, she knew that during the summer there tends to be more work at the hospital and some nights he had to work past midnight to get it done.

 

“I should be able to; we're getting more doctors fresh out of collage.” He sighed, “Makes me feel old.”

 

“Hey! I am not old!” Nagomi slapped him in the arm playfully, receiving a laugh from him. A thump from upstairs interrupted him; it was followed by a series of thumping as Sadahiko ran down the stairs.

 

“Let's go, let's go! We're going to be late Dad!” Sadahiko shouted his eyes widen as he ran out the door. Passing them he pecked his mother on the cheek. “Bye mom!”

 

Nagomi chuckled and Umihiko just shook his head and kissed his wife on the cheek before walking out.

 

….Taxi #1…..

 

“Dude, stop touching my butt!” Bulma said to Juu, laugher in her eyes.

 

“I was reaching for the seatbelt.” Juu rolled her eyes.

 

“You freak, who the hell wears a seatbelt in the back of a cab?” Chichi teased.

 

“I do.” Juu answered.

 

“You're gay.” Bulma said, receiving a slap on her arm from Juu. In chain reaction she slapped her back, thus beginning the slapping contest.

 

“Stop squishing me!” Chichi complained when Bulma kept leaning against her to avoid being hit by Juu.

 

“You're gay, you're gay.” Bulma sang laughing at Juu's mad expression as they continued to slap each other.

 

Chichi sweat dropped, when she glanced at the driver who was getting mad really quickly.

 

Taxi #2

 

Krillan, Goku and Vegeta where looking at the scenery as they moved through the busy street. Cars moving slowly, in the middle of a traffic jam, they came to a complete stop in the middle of all the other cars.

 

The air was filled with noise, from people talking or yelling, cars honking, music playing, radios, etc.

 

“What are they up to now?” Krillan voiced aloud when he saw three figures in the car ahead of them moving and slapping each other.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes, as Goku leaned forward for a closer look.

 

(Umihiko's Car)

 

Umihiko inched his car up before stopping again due to the long line of traffic. He looked to his right and saw that Sadahiko was doing his history homework.

 

“Isn't that history homework suppose to be done already?”

 

“Yup, it's done already. I'm just rewriting it from here….” Sadahiko pointed to his head, then down to his paper “….to here.” Sadahiko smiled when he heard Umihiko chuckle.

 

“Hey Krillan!” A laughter filled voice caught Umihiko attention as he looked at the side mirror at the two cabs behind him.

 

Sticking her head out the window, Bulma yelled to the taxi behind them. Seeing the boys stick their head out too.

 

“What??” Krillan asked, curiously. He watched as the girls got out of the car grabbing their luggage after paying the taxi driver.

 

“It's going to take forever in this traffic so we're walking from here.” She walked up to other driver to pay him as Vegeta, Goku and Krillan got out to get their luggage from the trunk.

 

“God! We're going to look like idiots walking down the street with these.” Juu complained.

 

“We already look like dorks walking next to you.” Chichi teased, causing Bulma to laugh out.

 

“Besides, I don't want to sit next to someone who keeps touching my butt.” Bulma laughed, giving Chi a high-five when they saw Krillan's confused face.

 

Umihiko couldn't take his eyes off the blue haired girl that laughed and joked with her friends.

 

`She looks so much like……No, it can't be.' But something made his heart clench with both joy and pain watching her. Her shoulder-length, silky blue hair shined in the sun, her smooth, peachy skin radiated her good heath. But what shocked him were her eyes. He only got a glimpse of it when she turned around to grab her luggage. They were beautiful. He had only seen that kind of blue from one other person.

 

`Could she be?…..' a honk from another car behind jerked him awake. He looked forward to see that the cars had moved up. Moving along, he glanced back to see her back turned to him as she walked ahead. He watched her disappear around the corner. Along with her, disappeared the feeling of fulfillment that had been missing for years.

 

“Onna…” Vegeta said barely above a whisper when he heard her gasp softly and stiffen.

 

“I'm fine.” Bulma said, putting on a smile. She glanced behind her after they turned the corner. It felt like someone was watching her as she walked down the street. She slapped herself out of those thoughts as she kept walking.

 

Author's Note: So here it is...the two chapters, I hope you liked it cuz there's a lot more coming...u better review or I might just take down the whole story!!!! J/k ::pouts:: plz reivew. Only a few sentences will do...even a few words!!!! ::cries:: PLZZZZ REVIEWWW!!!!!