Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

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The Love of Two Women; the Heart of One Man.

Chapter Twelve

Bulma looked down from the head of the stairs as the boy walked in the front door, embracing her mother and then turning towards her father. Both men locked eyes and smiled at each other in respect. Finally Dr. Briefs came up to the younger boy and shook his hand.

"Kenji!" He said loudly. Bulma only watched as they spoke. "Am I ever glad that you could make it."

For the first time that night Kenji spoke. "Dr. Briefs, it is an honor to be here tonight." Kenji replied in a deeply cultured voice.

Bulma gasped. Last time she had seen Kenji had been in the 8th grade and he had been nothing but a nerd back then who had wore thick glasses and flooded pants, and as if that weren't bad enough his voice had been as high as a bat's. The gasp that escaped her lips made its way over to her father and their guest. They both looked up, causing Bulma to press herself against the wall so that she wasn't seen. They looked around for a moment until they both figured it was nothing.

Dr. Briefs continued speaking. "I'm sure Bulma will be glad you could make it."

From her hiding spot at the top of the stairs Bulma rolled her deep cerulean eyes. `Yeah fucking right.' She mused to herself.

Kenji looked towards the steps once more, his bright emerald eyes filled with wonder. "Where is the lovely lady?" He questioned.

Dr. Briefs replied, "Last time I check she was in her room."

Bulma hoped that no one decided to come looking for her.

"Let's give her some time." Dr. Briefs suggested taking a seat on the white futon couch in the large living room. "How have you been Kenji?"

The girl hiding blocked out the conversation. She took a deep breath; she knew that sooner or later she had to go face Kenji. Bulma looked down at her shirt, it looked somewhat dirty. She made a mad dash towards her room and changed her shirt into a more appropriate one; a black V-neck with glitter distributed evenly along the shirt. She looked down, she felt better about herself now.

Bulma finally decided it was time, she knew that it was better now than never. She put on a fake, yet lovely, smile and slowly sauntered down the stairs. Kenji took a stand when he took notice of the angel coming down the stairs. Her hair bounced softly with each step down she took. Her choice of colors, black and blue, truly showed off her natural beauty since she wasn't wearing any make-up. His emerald eyes were glued to Bulma's every movement, he couldn't help but stare.

"Bulma you look gorgeous." Kenji said.

In spite of herself Bulma smiled, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Kenji slowly thrusted a bouquet of roses into Bulma's arms. "For you." He said to her.

Bulma smiled, her sickness forgotten, her anger gone. She couldn't help it; roses were her favorite flowers.

"Why don't you two get going?" Dr. Briefs suggested.

Kenji nodded his head full of black hair. Bulma then noticed that his hair was now so black she could even see strands of navy in his hair. She smiled; the look suited him to perfection.

"I agree." Kenji answered politely. "That is if the lady is ready?" He pointed out looking at Bulma.

She snapped out of her thoughts. "Hai, hai of course."

Kenji flashed her two rows of even, white teeth. "Great. I have a limo waiting outside." He offered Bulma his arm, which was covered with a large leather jacket. Bulma looked up at him, meeting his brilliant green eyes, and then she accepted his arm. Kenji smiled down at her and walked towards the door. He turned the knob and held the big white door open for Bulma. "Ladies first." He beamed.

Bulma let go of his arm long enough to walk through the threshold of her home. She turned one last time towards her mother, who encouraged her with unspoken words to have fun. Bulma sighed as the door was locked behind them; it had been so long since she could safely say she had fun.

So, remembering her mother's glance, fun she had. One might think that she was having too much fun. The moon hung proudly in the sky as they walked out of the theater. Huge neon lights shone on their smiling faces, together they looked like children in a candy store. Bulma took a step down to the sidewalk with her head back, her slender body shaking with laughter. Bulma smiled up at Kenji and whipped a tear from her eye due to all of the laughter.

"That was a great movie!" Bulma squealed.

Kenji smiled down on Bulma as they walked back to the rented limo. "I'm glad that you thought so. A friend recommended it." Kenji explained; he held the door open for her. Bulma entered the limo cautiously. Kenji took a notice of a preoccupied look on her face. She was looking off into the distance. Beyond him, and onto the street behind him.

"Problem?" Kenji asked his blue-haired companion.

Bulma was hesitant. "I... uh... Nevermind." She sighed.

"Are you sure?" Kenji insisted.

Bulma slid into the limo then allowed room for Kenji to slide in next to her. "Yeah I am." She replied.

Kenji sat close to her; he closed the door behind him.

"Where to sir?" The driver asked.

Kenji glanced at Bulma. "I made reservations at a hotel, so that we could get to know each other more. To talk."

She nodded. "Talk." She repeated.

"Hai."

Bulma pondered the thought. "Sounds good."

He smiled. "Really?"

Bulma laughed, he was always so worried about making her happy. "Hai, hai. Maybe you should relax." Bulma advised.

"The hotel please." Kenji dictated to the driver. Kenji undid his tie; leaning back on the leather seats as the driver turned the limo heading towards the hotel.

"I thought since it has been a while since we last talked to each other, maybe you'd like to get to know each other again." Kenji pitched, looking down at his hands.

Bulma glanced at him, at that moment he looked so much like the boy she remembered, and not the man that he had become. Being 3 years her senior always made Bulma wonder why he was so youthful in appearance. He looked as if he couldn't have been a day older than her.

"I'd like that." Bulma assured him, bringing her hand to rest on top of his. "We'll have a good time." Came her voice as she removed her hand from his.

Kenji sighed. "Ok."

His posture changed, and yet again he was the man that had come to pick her up at her door. Bulma shook her head; she would never understand men, not matter how long she lived. The limo turned once more. Bulma twisted her body back so that she could take one last glanced at the lovely Promenade Theater behind her, he eyes looked out of the rear window. Her blue eyes began to take in the sight before her, her pupils dilating. At first she had thought that she had been imagining the whole thing, but there it as again. She could have sworn that white car was following them.