Chapter 1: The Wish
*AN: Ok guys, gals and those who have yet to make up their mind, another chapter. So I'm hoping that if you like it you'll encourage me to continue and update. And like most writers, I'm a desperate needy person so please for that love of (insert deity and and/or superstition) REVIEW!
New story! So I must admit I was inspired by Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe" song. This is NOT a song-fic. So hate the song, love the song, never heard of it, doesn't matter. The beat and the chorus stuck me with an idea. And this is what became of it. Hope you like it!
PS, this hasn't been Beta'd so all mistakes are mine and mine alone. This was written all night in one shot (got done around 8am my time). You have been warned -_- lol
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**UPDATE!** So it's been a minute since I wrote this and after looking at all the reviews and thinking and re reading I have to agree. The French is awkward. I don't speak it and having to drop down to look at the translations is silly. So I edited it so it's in English. Hopeful that make for a smoother better reading! Loves! LaKinta
Chance
Chapter 1
Crickets chipped as bare feet softly walked through the dewy grass. The sun had yet to peek through the trees but birds were already awake, chirping at one another, their day already begun. The feet stopped, ending in front of an old well. The bricks soft with age and crumbling, leaving gaps that even when the sun was in the sky would barely penetrate the darkness of the well.
The feet belonged to a young woman in her pajamas. She ignored the soft breeze as it tugged at the blue hair that was pulled up into a hasty knot. She had her hands clutched to her chest, head thrown back and eyes closed with a look of fierce concentration on them. The breeze became a wind and stole the words she was mumbling away before they could even be heard. Opening her hair matching blue eyes, the girl kissed the item she was clutching in her hands and tossed it into the well. Waiting a few seconds for the "plink" of the coin hitting the water that she knew never came, she turned and ran towards the only path out of the clearing.
The coin the girl had tossed continued falling. While it was falling, the words the girl had mumbled echoed with the coin as it fell. The wind had tried to take all the words away but a few had managed to make it into the well. As the coin fell with the words, they got louder.
"Please... Please... I don't want to be so alone anymore... Please..."
The coin hit the water at the bottom with a soft *plunk* and silence fell once more.
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A hand reached out blindly for her phone vibrating on the dresser. Eyes still closed the girl answered groggily, "Hello?"
"Bulma, darling! I have been trying to reach you all day. Why didn't you answer the phone?" A high pitched feminine voice chirped disapprovingly.
"Sorry Mom. I was sleeping. I didn't hea-"
"Sleeping!" Bulma's mom interrupted with a squeal. "It's so late in the day!"
Bulma squinted at the clock on her dresser. It read a quarter after five. Bulma sighed. "I didn't mean too. I was up late trying to finish my proj-"
"Young ladies shouldn't be sleeping the day away." Bulma winced at the shill tone of her mother's voice interrupting her again. "You need to get up. The end of the year carnival starts soon and you need to be there."
Bulma sighed and sat up. "Mom, I told you. I don't want to go. I'm not comfortable in going."
"I bought you a new dress," Bulma's mom continued as if Bulma hadn't even spoken. "It's hanging in your closet. Marci will help you with your makeup and hair. I know you're useless at it. Hmm?" Bulma's mother's voice faded as she turned away from the phone. "Oh no, it goes over there! Bulma darling, I have to go. I will see you shortly! Ta!"
*CLICK* The phone went silent, leaving a buzzing sound in Bulma's ear. She stared dejectedly at the phone while letting out a sigh. She was debating going back to sleep or going to her workshop when there was a knock at the door.
"Mademoiselle Bulma, it'z Marci. Your mu'zer zent me to 'elp you dress. May I en'tar?" a loud, perky, heavily french accented voice called out from behind Bulma's door.
Bulma groaned. 'It was going to be a long night,' she thought to herself. "Yes Marci. Come on in," she called back rolling out of bed.
The door swung open, revealing a middle-aged petite brunette in a maids uniform. "Bonsoir Mlle Bulma! We do not 'ave much time. So please, sha'wa quickly so az we can get you ready ah zoon az possible!"
Bulma crossed her room to the bathroom, where she quickly striped out of her dirty work uniform, leaving it where it fell. With a touch of a button, the shower came to life already set to the perfect temperature. Bulma sighed in relief as the warm water soothed her tired muscles. She had been up late working on a new project for her father's company.
"Ah! Look at zis mess! Zere ez a 'amper in 'ere for a reason young lady! I may be a maid but you don't 'ave to make a mess for me to have a job! I 'ave enough to do around here wit out cleaning up after you!"Marci tutted as she fluttered around the room picking up Bulma's soiled clothes, tossing them into the hamper. Pulling out a towel, she placed it in the towel warmer then set about getting the vanity prepared for when Bulma was done showering.
"I'm sorry Marci. I don't mean to be such a pain. I'll pick up next time," Bulma replied back in flawless French, rinsing out the conditioner from her hair.
Marci paused and looked at the girl she had helped raise for the past 15 years. Marci had only been 24 herself when she first started working for the Briefs family. Starting out as a nursemaid for the 3 year old heiress, she was soon promoted to Mrs. Briefs person maid once her skill in makeup and hair were discovered. However, no matter what her job was, she always kept an eyes out on Bulma. That little girl had wormed her way into Marci's heart all those years ago, and Marci always wanted to make sure she would be happy.
"Ah non, Bulma. You, mon oiseau bleu, could ne'vah be a pain," Marci said with feeling. The two women looked at each other with a sense of deep friendship and love. Marci snapped out of it first. "Ah! Zee time! You must 'urry! Your mu'zer iz waiting for you."
Bulma nodded and quickly finished rinsing. She pressed the off button while taking the warmed towel Marci held out to her. Securing the towel around her body, Bulma took another towel and began drying her hair while being pushed unceremoniously into the chair at the vanity. Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw was a pale girl with no real beauty other then her striking eye and hair color. No, her mother was the beauty in the family, with her flawless skin that tanned to a perfect golden color, her cute button nose and her soft pink rosebud mouth. Top it off with the same blue eyes as Bulma and silky blonde curls, Bulma's mom was the perfect woman. Bulma had fortunately acquired a few features of her mother, her flawless skin, the texture of her hair, and button nose. But the rest was her father. A full set of lips that no matter how much makeup was applied could soften the red that they were or make them rosebud small. A pale complexion that no matter how much time was spent sunbathing, could never seem to darken. And a shockingly blue hair color that must have been a recessive gene of her fathers violet hair line. She fortunately had her mothers petite height of 5' 4" but that's about it. While her mother was a petite woman with modest breasts and gently sloping waist line, Bulma was a pure hourglass. She was cursed with a large bust and hips that could only be described as "child bearing", though her waist tapered in nicely. Bulma sighed. "I wish I was as pretty as Mom."
Marci stopped brushing Bulma's hair. "Mon Dieu oiseau bleu! Who e'vah told you, you arh not az beautiful az your mu'zer? You arh zee most beautiful woman I 'ave ev'ah known!"
Bulma looked down. "No one has ever said anything exactly. I just… I just know my hair is so bright and my lips and I'm so pale and... and..."
Marci puffed air out of her lips in frustration. "Saints preserve me from blind women who can't see zeh beauty in fron' of zeir eyes.". Mlle Bulma you arh beautiful and don't let anybody tell you ot'er wise, oui?" Bulma continued to look down. "Oui Mlle Bulma?"
Bulma sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I could deal with everything else if my chest and hips just weren't so darn big."
Marci began to chuckle, grabbing the back of the chair to steady herself when her laughs began taking her breath away. Bulma stared grumpily at the mirror at Marci's reflection, not knowing what was so funny. "Ah mon chérie," Merci gasped when she was finally able to get her breath. "Zat iz not a bad zang. One day, you will understand."
Merci continued to chuckle as she continued to work on a very confused Bulma.
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*AN: YAAAAAAY! New story and a LONG chapter (it seems long to me at least) Hope you like it!
Ok, so I left onnnnne thing in, so sue me (DON'T SUE ME!)
"oiseau bleu" = "blue bird"
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