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Not Always As It Seems
Chapter 1- Flashback
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic... Except for maybe the nightclub :) Heehee..
Bulma looked up at the full night sky, raising her ciggerate to her lips. She inhaled it, feeling the nice burning sensation down her throat. She took it out, looked at it thoughtfully for 5 seconds while she blew the smoke out into the wind, then put it back in her mouth to repeat.
She wasn't sure exactly when she started smoking. She just knew that she had been doing it for about a year. She was probably pressured into it by Yamcha or something.
She snorted as "he" came to mind. She slowly closed her eyes. Who did he think he was? Duh, she thought to herself, the most handsome guy in the universe. Which he is.
She mentally scolded herself for thinking that horrible thought. No, he wasn't the most handsome guy in the universe. There are wayy hotter guys. Including hotter guys who AREN'T gay jerks.
~*~Flashback~*~
Bulma pulled the keys out of the engine and stopped right outside Yamcha's apartment building. She squeezed her purse to herself, so happy that she was finally here. She had been wanting to see him for the longest time. He seemed a lot into sports and stuff lately, which she didn't at all mind. He had become more tough, and she liked that. She always thought he was too scrawny.
She started up the steps,one by one , cluching the flowers she was holding. She didn't know why she was so anxious to see him, she just was. She couldn't wait!
As soon as she got to his apartment, she tryed the knob. It's open... How strange...
She swung open the door to find the living room empty.She grinned. He's probably sleeping... I'll just go suprise him.
Bulma crept down the halls, trying not to make any noise... She wanted him to wake up peacefully, not with a start. As she approached his bedroom door, she noticed it was closed. Her brow furrowed. What the-
Her thoughts were cut off as she opened the door and peeked in, only to find two men in the bed.... in each other's arms... asleep.... naked.
She was so shocked she had to cover her mouth from screaming. Her eyes started to well up with tears, but she hurridly wiped them away. She dropped the flowers in the door way and had to catch herself on the wall from falling over. How could this be? Was it because of her? She felt a whole new wave of tears being brought up.
She let them flow down, not even trying to fight them. She knew she had to get out of there immedietly or she was going to be sick.
She grabbed her purse that she had left by the couch and hurried out the door, shutting it as soft as she possibly could.
Bulma didn't know what to feel, what to say, or even what to act like. All she knew is that she was going to get out of this stupid hell hole of a town ASAP.
She scanned her mind desperatly, searching for someplace she could go... anywhere.. she suddenly got an idea. She flipped it over in her mind a couple times before settling on it.
It had started to snow lightly, and she thought that it ironic how it could be so beautiful when she was feeling so terrible.
She rushed down the apartment stairs and opened her car door softly, still pained from what she had just saw. She thought it would tramatize her for life.
As soon as she was in and had the door closed, she revved up the engine, suddenly have a burst of anger run through her.
That fucking HOMO of an asshole! He's gonna pay. That stupid, gay, man-fucking asshole is gonna pay!!
Bulma didn't care about speed limits, she didn't care about seatbelts, she didn't care about anyone else on the road. All she cared about was getting to her best friends place before she did something crazy.
~*~Flashback end~*~
Bulma dropped the ciggerette on the ground, grinding it into tiny peices with her heels. She could feel that anger come back again.
She knew that Goku would be there for her, though, he always was. He had helped her make the decision to stay at his place. He totally understood. Well, kind of. She smirked slightly as she thought about how confused he was on the subject of homosexuality. He didn't understand why there would be man and man, not man and woman.
Bulma looked at her watch and frowned. Her 15 minute ciggerette break was almost over. She sighed as she walked into the back room of the club she worked as a bartender at. She never wanted to go back in, but as soon as she was in, she felt like she did belong there.
Before heading into the heat and lights of the nightclub, she decided to take a look in the mirror to the right of her.
Not too shabby... She thought to herself as she looked up and down at her reflection, moving left, right, all the way around, inspecting that everything was O.K.
She smiled to herself at her outfit. It was plain, simple black leather mini dress that hugged her curves and went down to mid-thigh. The thing she liked most: the plunging neckline. She wasn't much into showing cleavage, but when she was in this dress, it just made her feel sexy.
She gave a satifying sigh as she entered the bar, automatically hearing the loud music and the red, green, and blue flashing strobe lights. This is wild... Bulma thought, grinning to herself.
She had only gotten this job a few weeks before. Goku had given her support, untill he realized that taking care of himself, his wife, a child of his own, and a 26 year old restless woman was too much to handle. He had helped her find a job, but she had been hesitant. Work? As in get-up-every-morning-at-8-o'clock-just-so-you-can-work work? She reluctantly gave in eventually, not wanting to put Goku and his family through a lot.
She straightened herself up straight, took a deep breathe, and got ready for another almost never-ending night.
Not Always As It Seems
Chapter 1- Flashback
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic... Except for maybe the nightclub :) Heehee..
Bulma looked up at the full night sky, raising her ciggerate to her lips. She inhaled it, feeling the nice burning sensation down her throat. She took it out, looked at it thoughtfully for 5 seconds while she blew the smoke out into the wind, then put it back in her mouth to repeat.
She wasn't sure exactly when she started smoking. She just knew that she had been doing it for about a year. She was probably pressured into it by Yamcha or something.
She snorted as "he" came to mind. She slowly closed her eyes. Who did he think he was? Duh, she thought to herself, the most handsome guy in the universe. Which he is.
She mentally scolded herself for thinking that horrible thought. No, he wasn't the most handsome guy in the universe. There are wayy hotter guys. Including hotter guys who AREN'T gay jerks.
~*~Flashback~*~
Bulma pulled the keys out of the engine and stopped right outside Yamcha's apartment building. She squeezed her purse to herself, so happy that she was finally here. She had been wanting to see him for the longest time. He seemed a lot into sports and stuff lately, which she didn't at all mind. He had become more tough, and she liked that. She always thought he was too scrawny.
She started up the steps,one by one , cluching the flowers she was holding. She didn't know why she was so anxious to see him, she just was. She couldn't wait!
As soon as she got to his apartment, she tryed the knob. It's open... How strange...
She swung open the door to find the living room empty.She grinned. He's probably sleeping... I'll just go suprise him.
Bulma crept down the halls, trying not to make any noise... She wanted him to wake up peacefully, not with a start. As she approached his bedroom door, she noticed it was closed. Her brow furrowed. What the-
Her thoughts were cut off as she opened the door and peeked in, only to find two men in the bed.... in each other's arms... asleep.... naked.
She was so shocked she had to cover her mouth from screaming. Her eyes started to well up with tears, but she hurridly wiped them away. She dropped the flowers in the door way and had to catch herself on the wall from falling over. How could this be? Was it because of her? She felt a whole new wave of tears being brought up.
She let them flow down, not even trying to fight them. She knew she had to get out of there immedietly or she was going to be sick.
She grabbed her purse that she had left by the couch and hurried out the door, shutting it as soft as she possibly could.
Bulma didn't know what to feel, what to say, or even what to act like. All she knew is that she was going to get out of this stupid hell hole of a town ASAP.
She scanned her mind desperatly, searching for someplace she could go... anywhere.. she suddenly got an idea. She flipped it over in her mind a couple times before settling on it.
It had started to snow lightly, and she thought that it ironic how it could be so beautiful when she was feeling so terrible.
She rushed down the apartment stairs and opened her car door softly, still pained from what she had just saw. She thought it would tramatize her for life.
As soon as she was in and had the door closed, she revved up the engine, suddenly have a burst of anger run through her.
That fucking HOMO of an asshole! He's gonna pay. That stupid, gay, man-fucking asshole is gonna pay!!
Bulma didn't care about speed limits, she didn't care about seatbelts, she didn't care about anyone else on the road. All she cared about was getting to her best friends place before she did something crazy.
~*~Flashback end~*~
Bulma dropped the ciggerette on the ground, grinding it into tiny peices with her heels. She could feel that anger come back again.
She knew that Goku would be there for her, though, he always was. He had helped her make the decision to stay at his place. He totally understood. Well, kind of. She smirked slightly as she thought about how confused he was on the subject of homosexuality. He didn't understand why there would be man and man, not man and woman.
Bulma looked at her watch and frowned. Her 15 minute ciggerette break was almost over. She sighed as she walked into the back room of the club she worked as a bartender at. She never wanted to go back in, but as soon as she was in, she felt like she did belong there.
Before heading into the heat and lights of the nightclub, she decided to take a look in the mirror to the right of her.
Not too shabby... She thought to herself as she looked up and down at her reflection, moving left, right, all the way around, inspecting that everything was O.K.
She smiled to herself at her outfit. It was plain, simple black leather mini dress that hugged her curves and went down to mid-thigh. The thing she liked most: the plunging neckline. She wasn't much into showing cleavage, but when she was in this dress, it just made her feel sexy.
She gave a satifying sigh as she entered the bar, automatically hearing the loud music and the red, green, and blue flashing strobe lights. This is wild... Bulma thought, grinning to herself.
She had only gotten this job a few weeks before. Goku had given her support, untill he realized that taking care of himself, his wife, a child of his own, and a 26 year old restless woman was too much to handle. He had helped her find a job, but she had been hesitant. Work? As in get-up-every-morning-at-8-o'clock-just-so-you-can-work work? She reluctantly gave in eventually, not wanting to put Goku and his family through a lot.
She straightened herself up straight, took a deep breathe, and got ready for another almost never-ending night.