Tear Drop
ch. 1
disclaimer: don't own DBZ, never had, never will ^-^

Author's note: mwa ha ha ha ha! I'm writing again! Sorry for the long wait, but I got totally stuck on my other fic, so I decided to start a new one. Please tell me what you think!

Mini warning: this fic contains rape suggestion I guess is the best way to put it.


Bulma stared up into the sky, she was sure she had heard some thing, or maybe it was a sixth sense, whatever it was, she knew it couldn't be good. Suddenly, the sky flashed a dark red, and millions of tiny dots appeared in the sky. She screamed, and ran towards the safe confines of Capsule Corp. Her parents were no where to be seen, she was alone. An explosion came from outside, blasting the walls to pieces. Fire surged around her, while dark figures crept around the room, each grotesquely disfigured, with empty black eyes. Then the smell hit her, there was no mistaking the stench of burning flesh, but there was something else, something far more revolting. Bulma finally fainted into blissful silence, as she felt two cold hands wrap around her torso and lift her up.

Bulma woke up with a start, her aqua hair plastered to the sides of her face, her whole body covered in sweat. She looked around, there was nothing but darkness, she tried to call out, but found her throat too dry and sore to get out anything more then a painful cough. Then she smelt it. That same stench that had filled her nostrils so recently, now surrounded her and suffocated her to the point where she though she would faint once again.
A figure moved in the darkness, making her suddenly aware that not only did she have no idea where she was, but that she wasn't alone. Bulma shivered, as she realized that she had been stripped. Two eyes appeared right in front of her face causing her to jump back in fear. A cackling laughter was heard as the creatures moved closer to her. One of them, the apparent leader, looked almost human, except for serpent like scales covering its arms and legs, and a tail that looked perversely similar to that of a scorpion.
It's hands reached out and touched her bare chest, making Bulma burst into tears as she realized she had no where to go. She knew all too well their intention, but there was nothing she could do, her one hope lied in fainting once again, so that she would not have to be conscious during the torment. Bulma closed her eyes as she felt more creatures gathering around her, each one just as misshapen as their leader. The smell overwhelmed her again, and she fell unconscious right after an extreme pain shot through her whole body.


Bulma slowly opened her eyes, she was lying in a dark room, along with about twenty other females, who were all huddled together. She wasn't sure whether they were staying close out of being cold, or out of fear. A dim light shone through a tiny opening in a metal door that stood about an arm's length away, obviously she had been simply thrown in this prison, like some rag doll.
Bulma slowly sat up, wincing as she noticed she was not yet recovered, then shivering when she remembered why. She glanced around the room, trying to see if she recognized any one in the room. There was no one. Some of the women didn't even look human. Bulma tried to manage a smile but she was still hurting too badly, and the attempt simply made her look more pathetic.
Bulma nearly jumped, when some one in leaning up against a shadowed corner cleared their throat.
"So I'm guessing you're one of those Earth females right?" The voice was strong, but didn't seem to contain any hint of danger, so Bulma mustered up all of her strength to reply.
"Hai." It wasn't much, but the figure seemed satisfied and stepped out of the corner.
Bulma's eyes widened in shock. The woman before her was at least six feet tall, her flaming blue hair cascaded down to her knees. She wore a pair of crimson boots that traveled half way up her thigh, where they met a similarly colored mini skirt. Above that, the woman wore a breastplate, made of some type of obsidian metal.
Bulma looked down into a muddied puddle by her hands, and reeled back in disgust at her own appearance. The woman chuckled and sighed, don't worry how you look, you're a lot safer in rags, trust me. Then the woman cocked her head to the side and as she stared at some thing around Bulma's neck,.
Bulma clutched the necklace self consciously, and continued to stare at the woman, as if trying to draw strength from the pendant. Then suddenly, Bulma felt faint and laid down, allowing sleep to over take her once again.
The woman chuckled again, "No matter, you should sleep now any ways, you've been through a lot, and don't want to exert yourself too much."

~ Flashback ~

Bulma looked around nervously. It was a quiet night, and she normally wouldn't be here, waiting, all alone, that is, if He hadn't asked her to be. A small smile lit her face as she remembered how He had whispered to her while she was walking by, even though no one else had been there, it made her feel like she was important. Then of course, there was one hope she had held on to for so long.
The blue haired woman was snapped out of her dream by the cracking of twigs in the distance, and even a little bit of cussing. Bulma had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from cracking up, when she saw her friend covered in broken twigs and thorns. He looked like he had been rolling around in the forest for hours. Even though she knew he had probably managed to get all of that brush on him in a matter of seconds, taking one of his "short cuts".
Her own smile disappeared when she saw his own. Goku's smile always had a way of making her feel like melting right where she stood.
"Hey Bulma, you made it!"
Bulma forced herself to concentrate on responding, she'd have time for fantasies later (~_^).
"Yeah, but from the looks of it you just barely made it."
Goku turned bright red and looked down at his feet mumbling something about bushes from hell. Then he looked back up at her, a very serious expression on his face, which seemed so odd, since Goku was usually anything but serious.
"Bulma you know I asked you to come here for a reason." He paused for minute, though it seemed like a whole year had passed to Bulma, who waited anxiously for his next words, "It's just that, well, I think I'm in love with ChiChi".
Those words slashed at her very soul, she almost cried out in pain, heartache, and most of all betrayal.
How could he love her?
I've loved him for so long, and I've known him even longer.
We were supposed to fall in love and get married and..
Her thoughts died there as those words echoed once again in her mind `I think I'm in love with ChiChi', they were the proof. Her first love, the one she had stuck by for all these years, was in love with some one else.
How could I have ever think that he could fall for me? I'm nothing to him!
Goku looked at Bulma again, and she felt that familiar emptiness fill her soul.
Oh Kami-sama I love him so much, why can't I just disappear, I can't take this any more!
Goku looked confused, he had never seen his long time friend look so. well. dead.
"Hey Bulma, what's wrong?"
Bulma looked down at the ground hoping that it would suddenly swallow her up, and she'd be able to forget those words that still broke her heart.
Then a big smile spread over his face, "Oh, don't worry, I promise I'll still spend time with you, you're my best friend, and I'd never want that to change!"
This did it, Bulma felt all of her strength leave her, as she broke down into tears, and sunk to her knees, covering her face with her hands.
Goku looked at her in complete shock, "Bulma?"
"Just go away!!" Bulma screamed at Goku.
He had never heard her sound so angry, and there was something else, she sounded like she had been betrayed. Goku felt a pain in his heart, he never wanted to see her hurt like that.
What's wrong with her?.. And what's this feeling I have? I haven't felt like this for a long time. Long ago I learned that it could never work, she'd never want me, so I made myself forget those feelings.. those longings. But seeing her like this, they all seem to have come back with a vengeance. I'm so confused, I love ChiChi, but is it possible I love Bulma too?
Goku clutched his head in frustration.
What the hell is happening to me!? Ok Kami, she's so beautiful!
Goku clenched his fists as a feeling of helplessness washed over him. He absolutely hated feeling like this, it killed him to feel like there was nothing to do to ease the suffering of his friends.
Goku couldn't take it anymore, he dashed back into the forest leaving Bulma still on the ground. She had drawn her knees up to her chest as she slowly rocked back and forth.
About thirty minutes passed before Bulma finally gathered enough energy to stand up. She had stopped crying, only when she had ran out of tears, and now she just felt empty and cold.
As Bulma looked around herself a small twinkle of light seemed to float not far away from herself. As if in a trance, Bulma strode towards the tiny light.
There, hanging on a branch swung a tiny blue orb attached to a thin black chain. As if some voice from beyond had commanded her, Bulma reached out and snatched the pendant, and put it around her neck.
This will always remind me of this night, and of what happens to bakas who believe in the power of something as fictional as any tall tale.. the power of love..
~ end of flashback ~

end of chapter one

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Arigatou!