-1Eyes Of Water
(Based on the Book "Memoirs Of A Geisha" with some characters and the situations from the book)
By
Bulma
Dedication: To my late son, forever you will be in my heart. Your memories, the deeds you have done, and your legacy will live on and will never be forgotten. To my Granddaughter, meeting you has cherished a great feeling of renewal. You are my spring to the bitter cold inside of me. Just like you are Father, you are the first warm breath of spring to the harshness of snow in winter. You flow like water and I wish nothing but for you to keep flowing. And to my Best Friend: Andrea, know that if I'm the only person in the world to still care about you than I'm glad to be with you. Your friendship with me I hope will last us for many more years to come and hopefully we will get to still be close as we are now! Here's to friendship! Cheers!
Without further ado the story!
Eyes Of Water
Chapter 1
My Story Should Never Be Told
By
Bulma
This is no fairytale of Princes or Princess. It is not a theme of an Empress that has lived a luxury life or of Soldiers, Noblemen, or Kings of past that have fought great battles with medal and glory. My story is one of a slave that has been shown nothing but unkindness and yet has managed to return with kindness in hope that one day her prayers will be answered. This is a story of Bulma Briefs; seeing through her eyes of water.
Bulma was not brought up in a world of beauty or love or peace. She was taken from her home and thrown into a world of chaos and survival of her people. Our story begins at the tender age of merely 10 for our young heroin. We find her sleeping in her bed in the middle of the night. It wasn't a big house, actually it was one of the smallest houses in her small village. Bulma could never remember, but from what her Mother told her, they were from a planet called Earth and they used to be one of the wealthiest families on it. Her Mother used to say her Father was a genius and that they made money by using his inventions and technologies and selling them to the people of Earth. But when the Saiyans came , they had taken everyone and so they were forced into slavery for the Saiyans.
That happened 15 years ago and Bulma was born into this world of poverty and suffering. But things in their small village was pleasant enough, but as of late, Bulma's Mother had been extremely ill. Her Father even went away to go work so he could pay for her medicines, leaving poor Bulma to stay behind and look after her pale, dying Mother. Bulma's Mother tried to be so brave for her daughter and even sometimes Bulma would forget that her Mother was even ill in the first place, but then she would see her fragile body and pale body and feel sad that someone so strong could be suffering from an illness.
Also the fact that her Father was gone most of her life made her feel lonely. The second her Mother was ill, her Father had barely anything to do with her as if all of this was her fault or perhaps since she so reminded him of his Mother he was over come with grief to even look at her, or even perhaps the fact that his wife would never get better and then he would have to be the dominate parents and raise her on his own. Whatever reason it may be, her Father was becoming cold and distant to Bulma. He was shutting her out of his life and all Bulma could do was stare back at him and in hopes one day he would love her once more.
Bulma's Mother always said she was like water because of her unusual eyes, you could see every emotions swirling within them like water. That when water was trapped, it would always find a new path to go along. Water was always and constantly moving and never slowed for anyone. That is why Bulma believed that she would continue to move forward, even if her Father was distant and her Mother was ill. That she could continue to live on and grow as best as she could.
Bulma, for one so strong, seemed so strong as she laid in her small bed with the cast of the moonlight streaming through her window and played patterns on her bed sheets. But as always in a story; this was not a normal night. Shadows crept around the house, small noises could be heard of talking outside. Bulma slowly awoke from her slumber at this and looked around the room. Everything was as it should be. There was something bothering her, and then she heard the voices coming from outside and saw at least 5 figures outside her window. Bulma began to panic thinking it was robbers. Bulma slowly tiptoed out of her bed and tried to keep low to the ground as so not to be spotted as she head for her Mother's room.
Bulma slowly creaked open her Mother's door, but something about the room was very different. An unfamiliar odor filled the air and her Mother's form was so still that it didn't breath. Bulma didn't know what to do but only manage to whisper her Mother's name. No answer came for her. "Momma…" she crept to the bed and looked upon her Mother's face. She was so pale and she smelled so horrible. Bulma didn't know what to do but shake her lightly to wake her up. "Momma please wake up! Momma, there are some bad men outside our house! I saw them! Please wake up! I don't know what to do…Momma…" her voice was small and wavered the seconds that passed that her Mother did not wake up. She was so frightened. Bulma, knowing without knowing, knew the full degree now of her Mother's illness and knew that her Mother would never, ever wake up. She slowly backed up from her Mother's still form and tears began to form in her eyes.
Suddenly hands grabbed her shoulders and Bulma turned around shocked. She expected it to be her Father; but how mistaken she was. A burly man glared down at her with a smalls mile. "We've come to collect you." he told her amused. Before Bulma could run, he grabbed her around the middle and Bulma struggled. She kept screaming "Momma" as the man dragged her out. Bulma tried frantically to escape but her attempts were fruitless as a prey escaping a lion from his clutches.
As he headed out of the house and into the night, she saw her Father there as a man handed him what appeared to her to be papers only described as currency on this planet. "Daddy! Help! Daddy, Momma's hurt! tell the bad man to let me go! Daddy!" Bulma cried. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she reached out for him with her small hands. He said no word, he gave no attempts to stop the man, or to reach out for his Daughter. He did only one thing, he gave her one look and for the briefest of seconds their eyes met for the first time in months. Bulma expected to see remorse, or sadness, or pain for what he was doing to his Daughter. However, what she met was distance and coolness about him. He did not care for her any longer and Bulma's face fell. Her Father was not going to save her and for the first time in all her life she felt the first ping of all hope lost as her house was a small dot in the distance, as she felt swept away like a ship in a the storm on the sea as Bulma cried softly to herself in the imprison carriage.
-Bulma
P.S. Moment Of Zen!
"Waiting does not suit you. I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds secret paths no one else has thought about-the tiny hold through the roof or the bottom of a box. There is not doubt it's the most versatile of the five elements. It can wash away Earth; it can put out fire; it can wear a piece of meta down and sweet it away. Even wood, which is it's natural complement, can't survive without being nurtured by water. And yet, you haven't drawn on those strengths in living your life, have you?"
-Memeha
"Memoirs Of A Geisha"