Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Warning ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Missq 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.09.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 742 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.09.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 742 | Status: Completed
~*~*~Chapter 4~*~*~
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Bulma's fingers moved across the keyboard at lightning speed. Typing numerous codes and script into the computer. Her father had asked her to do some computer programming from him. A task she was glade to do. It of course was no problem for her, and it never would be.
Her father had been shocked at first about how much she knew about computers and machines. It was as if she had been around them her entire life and longer. It instantly raised more questions about her past.. A past that was becoming no clearer by the second. Over the years she had become more curious, but still she never wanted to remember.
She took a sip of her coffee that lay next to the computer. She had been at it for eighteen hours so far. Her average working day. She promised herself, and her son that she wouldn't touch the computer tomorrow.
"Mom."
Bulma instantly looked up from the computer, and looked at her eight year old son Trunks. He was standing beside her. She always felt constantly guilty about the way she never spent enough time with him.
Being a single parent was hard, especially with all the rumours people spread about them both. Being part of the richest family in the world, and having no clue to who the father of her child was, made her look like some kind of whore. She could never object to what they said, because for all she knew she could have been one. Although she doubted it. Bulma didn't think that she could have ever lowered herself to that level, no matter what she was like. "What is it Trunks?" she asked.
"Can I go to Goten's?"
Bulma though about it for a second. She could find no reason why he couldn't. "Yeah, if you want to."
Trunks smiled before he ran out of the room. Bulma bit her lower lip. There were so many things about him that he didn't get from her side. She assumed he got his face, attitude, and strength from mystery man. As well as other things she couldn't quite place.
She turned back to the computer. About three years ago Goku had come to show her his youngest son. Goten. He quickly became friends with Trunks. Even though her son commented that he was a complete idiot, from then on they were almost inseparable. When Goku taught Goten martial arts, Trunks picked it up off him in a flash. They were both equally fast learners, and had been sparring together ever since.
Bulma smiled, it was nice to see him make friends with children his own age. He had very few of them. There had always been something strange about Trunks; as if he didn't quite fit in somehow.
Bulma stoped typing and leaned back in her chair. She yawned, she really could do with a break.
* * *
Bulma always found the woods at the edge of Capsule Corp frightening. Even though over the years it nearly all been built over and knocked down. She still dared not set foot in the tiny patch that was left.
It was there that she disappeared, it was there where she had gone as a child and never came out. When ever she tried to go in she'd fall down trembling before she even got close. They seemed to loom out to her, and swallow her whole.
She could feel the cool air against her face as she stared into the haunted woods. Even though she was terrified, she was still curious of what terrors lay within. And curious if there were any terrors. When she was little she could have just innocently walked out and been abducted. She could have hit her head and forgotten like she had eight years ago.
When her father had lost her he tried to get the forest completely destroyed. Her mother begged him not to. She had said it wasn't the trees fault, she knew her daughter would turn up some day.
"Bulma!" A voice yelled from behind her. Bulma turned to where it had come from.
Behind her Gohan was running in her direction. The boy was now eighteen and in high school. The tail he had had as a kid had been removed years ago; for reasons Goku didn't want to explain. "Hey Gohan!" she yelled back.
By the time he reached her Gohan was panting. It was obvious he had just come from school, his school bag was slung over his shoulder. "What are you doing here Gohan?" asked Bulma she flashed her kind gentle smile that she constantly displayed.
"Um.. I need your help with something."
Bulma nodded. She was very aware of Gohan's community service in Satan City.
The snap of a twig reached Gohan's ears. He instantly spun around to where he heard the sound. The rustle of bushes, furthermore caught his attention.
"What is it Gohan?" asked Bulma.
Gohan held his finger up to his lips and hushed her to be quiet. "There's something there."
He approached the bushes and began searching through them. Bulma watched with a slight hint of worry.
After a few moments he gave up, and walked back over to Bulma. "Bulma I think we should go inside."
Bulma nodded and lead him towards the house.
As she walked inside she was completely unaware that she was in fact being watched. A dark figure in the bushes leaned against a nearby tree and watched her, completely transfixed. He had been studding the way she talked and acted.
He remembered her so differently. How could she smile so sweetly and innocently, when deep down she knew what she had done. She was not the same as the image he had been desperately clinging onto for the past eight years. He had though about her every day for those long eight years, never letting her slip his mind in fear that he'd forget her. It was shock to see her once more. And a shock to see her the way she was. Happy, it was a word to describe her. He had been suffering, and here she was acting as if her world was perfect.
He took one last look then returned the way he came. He'd been sure to pay her another visit later.
* * *
Bulma returned to her computer. She was way behind. Gohan's visit took longer than expected. At this rate it could take her a few more hour's then expected to finish. She'd be working long into the night and maybe some of tomorrow.
She let her head fall against the keyboard. She could be such a crap mom, she knew perfectly well she shouldn't priorities work over family. But her father relied on her so much, he wasn't as young as he used to be and he needed more help. She didn't have the heart not to help him after all he had done for her.
She took a sip of the coffee that had long gone cold and spat it out. It was going to be a long long night.
* * *
As she walked into her room Bulma yawned. She left the light off, her eyes still burned from looking at a computer screen for the last few hours. She still had so much work to do. But it was two in the morning and she did deserve some sleep.
Her curtains danced in the wind, she shivered. She couldn't remember leaving the window open. Half asleep she slowly walked over to close it. As she reached out her hand to close the window she felt arms wrap around her waist pulling her close. Bulma's breath became caught in her throat.
Who ever it was continued to pull her close, they slowly pressed their lips against hers into a passionate kiss. Bulma struggled and broke away, falling to the floor.
She looked up at who had grabbed her. It was hard to make out his features in the dark room. All the could make out was the dark silhouette of a man. "Who the hell are you, get away from me," she got up and began to look for anything she could use as a weapon.
The man in front of looked on in confusion as she searched the top of her dressing table. "What do you mean who the hell am I?"
Bulma looked at him in fear. She slowly backed up towards the door.
The man could see she obviously didn't recognise him "So you really don't remember me onna."
Bulma picked up the chair by her door and held it in front of her in defence. "Who are you?"
The man in front of her smirked. "If only we all could have a new start, the truth is onna your not as innocent as you think. I've been watching you"
She shivered, her first impression was that he was some manic, stalker, rapist. she flashed her teeth out of rage. "Look I don't know who you are or what your talking about, or how insane you are. But get out of my house."
"Nice to see that your personality hasn't completely disappeared," even in the dark room she could see his smirk widen.
Bulma lowered the chair slightly. But still looked to kill. "You know me?"
Vegeta approached Bulma. "Better than you know yourself."
Bulma raised the chair and moved back. "How can I believe anything you say."
Vegeta sighed and turned away from her. "Then I won't waste what little time I have. The fact is Zarbon cracked, he's coming for you."
"Who?"
Vegeta turned. "If you can't remember than what's the point in telling you."
Bulma put the chair back down next to the door, it fell over with a bang. She preyed the noise wouldn't wake any one in the house. "Then why are you here?"
He sighed "To warn you, even though you probably won't be able avoid it."
Bulma studied him and tried to remember anything. Her mind came up blank. As if he too was only part of the black void, that was also known as her memory.
Vegeta returned to the window. He took one last look at Bulma and stared. He longed to spend one more night with her, but his time was short. He fought back the lust.
Bulma looked at his face, she could see it properly in the moon light. She had to admit he was very handsome. Not cute, handsome.
She blinked and he was gone.
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HA HA a visit from Vegeta. Some of the comments people left in their review were so close it's scary. But of corse none of them were 100% correct.
In the next chapter we begin to lean about * BULMA'S PAST*
Ciao
From
Missq
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Bulma's fingers moved across the keyboard at lightning speed. Typing numerous codes and script into the computer. Her father had asked her to do some computer programming from him. A task she was glade to do. It of course was no problem for her, and it never would be.
Her father had been shocked at first about how much she knew about computers and machines. It was as if she had been around them her entire life and longer. It instantly raised more questions about her past.. A past that was becoming no clearer by the second. Over the years she had become more curious, but still she never wanted to remember.
She took a sip of her coffee that lay next to the computer. She had been at it for eighteen hours so far. Her average working day. She promised herself, and her son that she wouldn't touch the computer tomorrow.
"Mom."
Bulma instantly looked up from the computer, and looked at her eight year old son Trunks. He was standing beside her. She always felt constantly guilty about the way she never spent enough time with him.
Being a single parent was hard, especially with all the rumours people spread about them both. Being part of the richest family in the world, and having no clue to who the father of her child was, made her look like some kind of whore. She could never object to what they said, because for all she knew she could have been one. Although she doubted it. Bulma didn't think that she could have ever lowered herself to that level, no matter what she was like. "What is it Trunks?" she asked.
"Can I go to Goten's?"
Bulma though about it for a second. She could find no reason why he couldn't. "Yeah, if you want to."
Trunks smiled before he ran out of the room. Bulma bit her lower lip. There were so many things about him that he didn't get from her side. She assumed he got his face, attitude, and strength from mystery man. As well as other things she couldn't quite place.
She turned back to the computer. About three years ago Goku had come to show her his youngest son. Goten. He quickly became friends with Trunks. Even though her son commented that he was a complete idiot, from then on they were almost inseparable. When Goku taught Goten martial arts, Trunks picked it up off him in a flash. They were both equally fast learners, and had been sparring together ever since.
Bulma smiled, it was nice to see him make friends with children his own age. He had very few of them. There had always been something strange about Trunks; as if he didn't quite fit in somehow.
Bulma stoped typing and leaned back in her chair. She yawned, she really could do with a break.
* * *
Bulma always found the woods at the edge of Capsule Corp frightening. Even though over the years it nearly all been built over and knocked down. She still dared not set foot in the tiny patch that was left.
It was there that she disappeared, it was there where she had gone as a child and never came out. When ever she tried to go in she'd fall down trembling before she even got close. They seemed to loom out to her, and swallow her whole.
She could feel the cool air against her face as she stared into the haunted woods. Even though she was terrified, she was still curious of what terrors lay within. And curious if there were any terrors. When she was little she could have just innocently walked out and been abducted. She could have hit her head and forgotten like she had eight years ago.
When her father had lost her he tried to get the forest completely destroyed. Her mother begged him not to. She had said it wasn't the trees fault, she knew her daughter would turn up some day.
"Bulma!" A voice yelled from behind her. Bulma turned to where it had come from.
Behind her Gohan was running in her direction. The boy was now eighteen and in high school. The tail he had had as a kid had been removed years ago; for reasons Goku didn't want to explain. "Hey Gohan!" she yelled back.
By the time he reached her Gohan was panting. It was obvious he had just come from school, his school bag was slung over his shoulder. "What are you doing here Gohan?" asked Bulma she flashed her kind gentle smile that she constantly displayed.
"Um.. I need your help with something."
Bulma nodded. She was very aware of Gohan's community service in Satan City.
The snap of a twig reached Gohan's ears. He instantly spun around to where he heard the sound. The rustle of bushes, furthermore caught his attention.
"What is it Gohan?" asked Bulma.
Gohan held his finger up to his lips and hushed her to be quiet. "There's something there."
He approached the bushes and began searching through them. Bulma watched with a slight hint of worry.
After a few moments he gave up, and walked back over to Bulma. "Bulma I think we should go inside."
Bulma nodded and lead him towards the house.
As she walked inside she was completely unaware that she was in fact being watched. A dark figure in the bushes leaned against a nearby tree and watched her, completely transfixed. He had been studding the way she talked and acted.
He remembered her so differently. How could she smile so sweetly and innocently, when deep down she knew what she had done. She was not the same as the image he had been desperately clinging onto for the past eight years. He had though about her every day for those long eight years, never letting her slip his mind in fear that he'd forget her. It was shock to see her once more. And a shock to see her the way she was. Happy, it was a word to describe her. He had been suffering, and here she was acting as if her world was perfect.
He took one last look then returned the way he came. He'd been sure to pay her another visit later.
* * *
Bulma returned to her computer. She was way behind. Gohan's visit took longer than expected. At this rate it could take her a few more hour's then expected to finish. She'd be working long into the night and maybe some of tomorrow.
She let her head fall against the keyboard. She could be such a crap mom, she knew perfectly well she shouldn't priorities work over family. But her father relied on her so much, he wasn't as young as he used to be and he needed more help. She didn't have the heart not to help him after all he had done for her.
She took a sip of the coffee that had long gone cold and spat it out. It was going to be a long long night.
* * *
As she walked into her room Bulma yawned. She left the light off, her eyes still burned from looking at a computer screen for the last few hours. She still had so much work to do. But it was two in the morning and she did deserve some sleep.
Her curtains danced in the wind, she shivered. She couldn't remember leaving the window open. Half asleep she slowly walked over to close it. As she reached out her hand to close the window she felt arms wrap around her waist pulling her close. Bulma's breath became caught in her throat.
Who ever it was continued to pull her close, they slowly pressed their lips against hers into a passionate kiss. Bulma struggled and broke away, falling to the floor.
She looked up at who had grabbed her. It was hard to make out his features in the dark room. All the could make out was the dark silhouette of a man. "Who the hell are you, get away from me," she got up and began to look for anything she could use as a weapon.
The man in front of looked on in confusion as she searched the top of her dressing table. "What do you mean who the hell am I?"
Bulma looked at him in fear. She slowly backed up towards the door.
The man could see she obviously didn't recognise him "So you really don't remember me onna."
Bulma picked up the chair by her door and held it in front of her in defence. "Who are you?"
The man in front of her smirked. "If only we all could have a new start, the truth is onna your not as innocent as you think. I've been watching you"
She shivered, her first impression was that he was some manic, stalker, rapist. she flashed her teeth out of rage. "Look I don't know who you are or what your talking about, or how insane you are. But get out of my house."
"Nice to see that your personality hasn't completely disappeared," even in the dark room she could see his smirk widen.
Bulma lowered the chair slightly. But still looked to kill. "You know me?"
Vegeta approached Bulma. "Better than you know yourself."
Bulma raised the chair and moved back. "How can I believe anything you say."
Vegeta sighed and turned away from her. "Then I won't waste what little time I have. The fact is Zarbon cracked, he's coming for you."
"Who?"
Vegeta turned. "If you can't remember than what's the point in telling you."
Bulma put the chair back down next to the door, it fell over with a bang. She preyed the noise wouldn't wake any one in the house. "Then why are you here?"
He sighed "To warn you, even though you probably won't be able avoid it."
Bulma studied him and tried to remember anything. Her mind came up blank. As if he too was only part of the black void, that was also known as her memory.
Vegeta returned to the window. He took one last look at Bulma and stared. He longed to spend one more night with her, but his time was short. He fought back the lust.
Bulma looked at his face, she could see it properly in the moon light. She had to admit he was very handsome. Not cute, handsome.
She blinked and he was gone.
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HA HA a visit from Vegeta. Some of the comments people left in their review were so close it's scary. But of corse none of them were 100% correct.
In the next chapter we begin to lean about * BULMA'S PAST*
Ciao
From
Missq