Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yumenimo ❯ Girl Talk ( Chapter 2 )

Standard Disclaimers:

I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its related merchandising rights. (I wish O.O) They belong to Akira Toriyama and all other associated parties. Also, I am not associated with George Lucas and the great sci-fi saga that is Star Wars and therefore I have no claim to his creation.

However, this story is my intellectual property and completely my fault for ever going to see Episode2 in the theater with my special someone. And, yes, I know that it's out on VHS/DVD. (soon, my precious, soon) It's been too long since I saw it the 2nd weekend it was out. Heck, I don't even remember all of it. I actually started this fic a few months back, but that shows just how many other projects this was buried under. Also, in case you can't tell, this is my first DBZ fic - but mostly my first V/B. *sigh* I think I'm gonna regret ever starting this -_-

Warnings:

Will, eventually, contain Star Wars Episode2: Attack of the Clones content references, so if you haven't seen the movie yet you should go see it because you won't know what Bulma's talking about. (Bulma is watching it, after all) Seriously, it's a great movie! :) Okay, now as for my fic there's drama(mostly), romance(eventually-_-), some swearing, hints of sex (with Yamcha *runs off to add something to the toilet*- until I get to the V/B romance) and . . . uh, feminine "issues." (I'm such a geek, I can't even say words referring to female anatomy without clamming up o.O) So beware! As of yet, there are no major warnings, so this story is rated PG-13 for the moment. However, if I get enough of a response/inspiration, then I may add something worth warning you about. ;)

Btw, how's my new "flashback format?" *lol* In case you can't tell, when there's a measureable jump in time I make some note like:

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Some length of time ago

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A minimal jump ahead in time (ie one minute later) will simply be:

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For now, I will "go 'back to the future'" *heh* like this:

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Present

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Yeah, I know it's screwed up. I may change it again, but especially if people tell me the format sucks. *lol* Confused?? So am I. >.<

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Dedicated to Tina for Yumenimo's 1st review!! ^_^

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Yumenimo

- not in one's wildest dreams

By Duo no Tsuin

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Chapter Two

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Bulma held the phone away from her ear and stared at it for a moment. That was weird. What's up with him? Oh well. I'll just . . . call him later.

After the deafening click of the phone on the other end, Bulma sat where she was. For a moment she stared at the receiver in silent though. Sighing, she hung up her end and slouched back into the couch. How did I get here, anyway?

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Last night

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"Bulma, Dear?"

"Yes, Mother?" Bulma yelled as she pulled the tanktop of her silk pajamas over her head.

"Oh, Dear, there's no reason to shout," Mrs. Breifs spoke so quietly it was often hard to tell where she was when she talked.

"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to yell."

Lie, Bulma's inner voice taunted. You wanted to yell this morning.

But I didn't. Yes, I wanted to. God, I wanted to scream after that invasion of privacy from this morning. "I just thought you were outside my room."

And that's where you'd like her to stay.

"That's alright, Dear. I know it wasn't intentional."

Despite what that nagging voice inside her said, Bulma believed that her mother had good intentions for doing what she did. She was just concerned for me. I don't think she meant to say what she did.

She just wanted to humiliate you, is all. She asked you- infront of your dad- if your period had started, for crying out loud! That is just . . . rude.

I know it was. But she didn't mean to embarrass me.

You are just so lucky that he wasn't in the room to hear that lovely interrogation.

Bulma paled at the thought. Thankfully, Vegeta had just left the room after breakfast to continue his gravity training before her mother's little slip-up. You're right.

And you just said, "It should start this weekend." What a lovely comeback. You should've just barked out a curt, "It's none of your business, Mother!" Now that would've been cool.

It would've hurt her feelings. I couldn't have done that and felt good about it later.

Then why aren't you talking to her now? She is in your room to talk to you.

Ooops. Now look what you've done, Brain. As Bulma had brushed her hair to cover-up her silent conversation, Mrs. Breifs remained still. Bulma looked into the mirror and over her shoulder to where her mom sat on her bed- looking down with her hands folded neatly in her lap. "Mom, is there something wrong?"

"Wrong?" Her mother giggled nervously. "Why whatever could be wrong?"

"Mom," Bulma turned around, "I can tell when something's bugging you, so you might as well give me a clue what's going on."

"Well . . . "

Bulma knew that she only had to give her mother time. Then she would start singing.

"I-It's your father, Dear. He-he's . . . " She drifted off once more.

And she's singing the blues. Bulma gulped. Those cigarettes aren't starting to kill him, are they?

"He's worried about you. There, I said it."

"Wha-? Worried about me? What's there to worry about?"

"Well, most girls your age have husbands, some even have families by now-"

"Whoa, you're not talking to me about that now-"

"But Bulma, honey-"

"Haven't you realized that I don't want to be like you?"

"Wh- I . . . "

I can't believe that I just said that. "Mom, I-"

"Oh, honey, I know that you've never dreamt about being like your silly old mother, but that's not why I'm here."

"Then, why?"

"He- he thinks . . . he's worried that Yamcha is going to get you pregnant."

Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had only imagined it, hadn't she?

"But we don't hate Yamcha- he's a nice young man- but he's the only boy you've ever dated. And . . . your father and I think that you should, well, keep your options open."

"Is that what both of you think?"

"I- I think that."

"Then what about Dad? What did he really say to you, Mom?"

"He wonders if you're ready to settle down. No, he's worried that something might happen and you'll . . . "

"I'll what?"

"Be forced to live my life." Mrs. Breif's sighed. "I never told you that we made you before our engagement. I got pregnant and . . . he wanted a child so badly . . . "

"Mom?"

"So I kept you. We kept you."

"Mom, d- did you want me?"

"Not at first. I- I was so young. I barely had a chance to- to . . . "

"To what?"

"Live." She paused and took a deep breath. "My parents wanted me to go to college and be . . . successful."

"What did you want?"

"I- I don't know. But let's just say that school wasn't on top of my list."

Bulma knew that her mom was no where near as smart as her family had wanted and that had made her feel guilty for years. Hell, sometimes it made Bulma feel guilty that she was smarter than her mom. Mom had it a lot harder than I gave her credit for. She never got to experience life when she was young and I wouldn't blame her if she was crushed when I was on the way. My birth had only sealed her fate as a "housewife." All those years taking care of me, and she probably never had a chance to do anything else.

"But my dad he- he especially didn't approve of your father. He wanted me to marry some sports star. Hm, he would've like Yamcha."

"Mom?" Come on, Mom, please focus.

"Your Grandfather, he didn't approve of our marriage."

"Is that why I don't remember him?"

"Partly. You see, when we married we weren't rich. We lived in your father's family's basement. We kept you secret from both families. We didn't want anyone to know that they were right."

"How did you get out of there?"

"Your father loved his inventions- even then. He would never give up- just keep tinkering away in his workshop. Eventually, we had all that we have now, plus you. And that's when my father showed up."

"Grandpa?"

"I'll tell you the truth. He only came for the money- he didn't even know about you. But when he saw you, he lit up! He loved you so much."

"But he loved the money too."

"Yes. He stayed with us for a short time . . . and then he left."

"Hn. With a bag of money?"

"No, Dear. He just packed up his things and left. He said that- what were his words? 'You don't need money with a treasure like that.'"

A . . . a treasure?

"Like I said, he loved you, Dear. You have this . . . this thing about you that makes people love you. Your dad and I, your grandfather, your friends, Yamcha, and deep down even-" You don't know, do you? Even if neither of you know it, he cares for you too. I wish you could see what your father and I already do. You compliment each other so well. One-day, maybe you'll realize that you could have more than Yamcha . . . and then you could have the prince we all dream of. You use your mind so much that sometimes I feel that you neglect your heart. Fairytales can come true, my darling Bulma.

"He died after that, didn't he?"

"Yes. Alone. Hm, I guess he wanted to go meet my mom in Heaven."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Dear?"

"You . . . don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine."

"But Dear . . . remember what I said to you about coming to me if you and Yamcha ever-"

"Yes, Mom, I remember." We had that talk so many years ago. I haven't forgotten, I've just- I can't find the words to tell you the truth yet. "Mom, Yamcha and I have not only slept together, but it was unprotected sex. Aren't you proud of me?" God, what have I done? If I tell you then you'll never look at me the same way again.

She was waiting for her daughter to tell her that she had become a woman. Bulma, please. It's like I don't know who you are anymore. I miss our time together when you were little and all I had to be was your mom. Though I know it's not the same, I'd like to be your friend. Please, tell me the truth. At least tell me that my suspicions are crazy and that you're still a virgin- I might believe that. And it never came. "Well, then, goodnight Dear."

"Goodnight, Mom."

"And Bulma?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"I love you, remember that. We all do." And I do mean all of us.

"And I love you too, Mom." And at least that is the full truth.

"Get some sleep, Dear. Oh, and enjoy your day off. Remember, your father and I are leaving early, and we won't mind if you sleep in for a change." You deserve it.

After my whole life, they finally get to go on a real honeymoon. Lucky them, Bulma thought.

That sounded sarcastic, the contrary inner voice interjected.

But they are lucky. Hell, I'd envy them if I weren't so happy for them. Bulma had to fight to smile slightly. "Thanks, Mom, but I will be up before you leave." At least I'll try. But who knows when I'll get to sleep tonight. I'll be lucky if I fall asleep before midnight based on how I've been sleeping lately.

Sure, Dear. Sure you will," she whispered as she exited the room and walked slowly downstairs to find her husband.

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Never hearing the door click shut, Bulma still sat at her vanity staring blindly into the void of the mirror and concentrating on the sound of her mom's footsteps until they faded. When she was sure that she was alone, she propped her elbows onto the wood, leaned her forehead onto her fingertips, and sighed. "I'm sorry Mom, but . . . I can't tell you that we've-" We've done it. We slept together. We had sex. She sniffed when she felt her eyes swelling, "Then I wouldn't be your smart little girl anymore. And . . . " Not wanting to let the moisture fall, she wiped her eyes. "I wouldn't be worthy to be called your treasure."

Though her mother had indeed gone downstairs to another part of the house and was out of earshot, someone else had heard her quiet confession. Silently, the door behind Bulma closed.

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To be continued.

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I'm sure you're all wondering why I just keep making this story deviate more and more from the original plot, but it will get there eventually. *sniff* And why am I torturing poor Bulma? *shrugs* Sorry, when the Inspiration Bug™ bites, I have to answer the call by writing something. I've been in such a dry spell lately, I figured I owed it to Tina[1] to add something. And I'm sure you're all wondering who closed the door. (As if we all don't know!;) Well, I've got to leave a little info for the upcoming chapters. ^_^ Send all comments, questions, and suggestions to duonotsuin@yahoo.com

[1] Don't worry, Tina, I'll be addressing your idea pretty soon. In fact, if I didn't know any better, than I'd wager you could read my mind! ^_~ I think I'm gonna try and write one!! XD *lol* But no promises yet. I still need to work through my "block" first. -_-