Here is my first typed fanfic! i was planning on making this into a 1 shot but decided i could make chapters and see if ne1 likes my story.[which, by the way brings me to the fact that i don't own DBZ so don't sue me 4 using the word my story and using who ever owns DBZ's characters]. Also, sorry that i don't have a title for this story but can't think of 1 just yet. Maybe when i m done with the whole story i will figure out 1. I would like to say i m sorry in advance 4 not being able to spell and write in correct grammar and stuff. So please don't flame me about my grammar and spelling and stuff[i have it hard enough with teachers] I would also like thanking U2 for giving me the inspiration for this story in 1 of their songs[muahahaha, i won't tell u what song till the end of this fic]. Anyways, i would luv reviews but plan on finshing this story with or without ne1 reading it and reviewing it. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Seven Eleven
It was twilight. The sun setting, shooting beautiful rays of purple and gold across the sky. The weather was warm and everyone was having a great time, shopping and stuff. Except one! Bulma had stopped her car at a red light. She couldn't decide what to do. She was afraid to go home and let her parents look at her. Afraid of Vegeta and how she wants to act in front of him. Yet she was afraid to go back to her husband, Yamcha. The light finally turned green and Bulma turned into a seven eleven. She gets out of her car and walks into the store
Bulma walks into the bathroom there. She turns on the water and lets it run into her cupped hands. Then she throws the water on to her face. She stares at her self in the mirror. She realizes that this is the first time today that she had looked at herself. She was a mess after running out of Yamcha's house this morning. After, last night she didn't care how she looked, only that she wanted to get out of that hell hole. Her hair wasn't combed yet. Her shirt was messy and too loose for her. Her jeans had stains on them and should have been washed. Even worse than how she was dressed, was that her face and arms were all bruised. Since she didn't have any makeup she couldn't make herself look any better. So Bulma walks out of the bathroom and buys a pack of cigarettes and light's one up. She hates the taste of the cigarette in her mouth and wants to throw it out. She hates smoking and never does it, but today... today was different and she continued to smoke. She steps out of the store and smokes for a few minutes. Then she throws the cigarette on the ground and steps back into her car.
The car stops and she realizes that she had been driving. She wonders wear her selfconcious is taking her. She realizes she is on the way back home, to her parents and Vegeta. She turns the car around, not wanting to go there. She whispers to herself, "Why do I even call it home still because I haven't lived there in months." "Yamcha's house is my home now." She starts driving towards the place that she is now calling home.
Bulma remembered when she married Yamcha. She was pregnant and wanted to get married before her child was born. Yamcha agreed to marry her as soon as she told him that she was pregnant with his son The wedding was beautiful and just as she imagined hers to be. Everyone was there and more. Half of the people there she didn't even know. Well, everyone minus one wasn't there. Vegeta. Bulma was happy he wasn't there. He had left to train in space to become a Super Saiyajin before Cell came. She didn't want to get married and have the person she loved be there watching and not caring. She wished she could hate Vegeta but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she still loved him. The wedding was over and now she was Yamcha's wife. It should have been the happiest day of her life but it wasn't. She wished she was marring Vegeta. She wished that she hadn't lied to Yamacha and had instead told Vegeta that she was pregnant with his son. But she knew that Vegeta would just push her away and not care. She knew he hated her, and ever time she remembered there one night together and what he said to her the next day brought tears to her eyes. She continued to drive home, now with tears running down her checks.
Her thoughts turned back to this morning. Yamcha had come home drunk after spending the whole night at the bar. He got angry with her because she didn't want to have sex. He got angry a lot nowadays. He started to slap her but she continued to refuse to have sex. He slapped her again and this time Bulma pounced him in the eye. Yamacha got mad and started to attack her. Grabbing her arms and holding her down. He started punched her in the chest and her face. Bulma started to cry and yelling at him to stop. Yamacha yelled at her, telling her to shout her big fucking mouth. She did because she was so scared. He then ripped of her clothes, followed by his. He then raped her and eventually grew tried, after releasing into her a thousand times. He fell on top of her and Bulma pushed him onto the floor. She took a quick shower and then ran out of the house before Yamacha awoke. "Thank Kami Trunks wasn't there," she whispers to her self, stopping the car at another stop light.
Next Chapter:
Grey Morning