My Secret- 1. Chichi Is Saved
Pools of tears gathered at the bottom lip of her eyes. They glistened, full of emotion. She sniffed and hiccupped several times. Sitting across the wooden table, the sympathetic woman patted her friend's icy cold hands, reassuring her.
"There, there, Bulma. It's not worth crying over. Don't lose your hope."
When the pool became overflowing, tears rolled off the edge of her eyelid like water drops, so round and three-dimensional. It left a streak of wetness down her cheek, and plunged down into her lap.
Her hands, clasped together, sitting on top of the table, were visibly shaking. In fact, her whole body was shaking, trying to shake off the pain.
Chichi rose from her seat, and stood behind Bulma. She place two warm hands on each of her shoulders, and helped the older woman get up. She then carefully dabbed the tears away from the blossom cheeks with tissues.
"It's alright. Men just don't understand us." Chichi said bitterly. "Especially Saiyans."
Bulma cracked a smile. It looked foreign on her tear-streaked face. "I can't believe I thought of such a thing. Please promise to keep this a secret between the two of us." Her voice spoke, without the usual flavor in them. It sounded mechanic to Chichi, and she could do nothing but escort her to the door.
"You have my word. Are you sure you don't want to stay over tonight? We have plenty of room."
Bulma shook her head. "You've done enough for me already. I have to go home. Trunks might need me."
"I'm so selfish." And more tears rolled off Bulma's cheeks.
"Bulma, stop it." Chichi did the only thing she could think of. "Stop putting yourself down. It wasn't your fault! He should apologize!" She yelled.
Bulma shrank back. She has never been yelled by Chichi before. She was scared.
"Trust me. Goku have done this to me many times. Saiyans are thick like that."
"But I..." Bulma was abruptly cut off by the stern look she received.
"If it makes you this uncomfortable, then tell him. Confront him. Now," Chichi watched Bulma get into her car, "stop walking with that tail between your legs. It isn't like you."
Chichi slammed the car door shut, and waved goodbye. "Drive carefully, and come back real soon!"
The car shot forward into the sky, and faded into the horizon. It was still three in the afternoon, plenty of time before the kids get home.
"Poor Bulma." Chichi closed the door behind her, and sighed. She truly hoped her friend would be all right. She straightens the chairs and boiled herself a cup of tea. Over the years, she has found green tea to relieve stress, and a source of comfort.
No sooner had the kettle whistled did the front door rattled. She quickly turned off the stove and before opening the door. Much to her horror, however, the door broke down before she could take another step. And behind that door was...
Vegeta.
In her haste, she dropped the teacup and it shattered at her feet. "What are you doing here?" There were traces of venom in her voice, which Vegeta ignored.
"Tell me." He said calmly.
"Tell you what? What are you talking about?" Her steady voice surprised her more than Vegeta.
"What she'd told you."
"She? Bulma?"
Nod.
"Nothing. Just gossips."
But Vegeta wasn't buying it. A blue ball of energy began cracking in his left palm. "I'm not here to play. I know something has happened here. That woman never shed tears for no reason."
"I told you, Vegeta. Nothing was going on. She was just shedding tears because I told her some tragic news about one of our old friends. Nothing of importance." There were no traces of fear in her voice at all. She was perfectly cool, even with the energy ball so near.
With one hand, he put the energy out. Instead, he made a grab for her neck.
"Vegeta!" A booming voice stopped the angry man on his seize. Vegeta's eyes grew in size, but his pupil shrank smaller than peas.
"Good to see you again, old friend!" Goku's innocent smile appeared behind the bedroom door. "So, what do you say? Do you want to spar?"
Vegeta had no choice but to allow the younger man to push him out of the door.
"Don't come home half dead, Goku!" Chichi yelled before they flew beyond the hearing range. Her knees gave out and she slumped into the chair. Reaching behind her for some cups and tea bags, she stirred herself a cup of tea. The warm liquid flooded down her throat and sent heat throughout her cold body. She was so close. Goku was probably oblivious to what had transpired in the kitchen while he slept. Yet he saved her life, and she was still having a hard time accepting that. My Goku saved me. He woke up at the right time and saved my life. She couldn't forget Vegeta's reaction to Goku's entrance, however. It was almost as if he was taken off guard. She didn't give much thought, though, because she was still giddy over Goku, her knight in shining armor.
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As usual, the two Saiyans were almost matched in power. Punches and kicks were traded, each damaging the other equally. Even smart comments were given and received. The burning sun that shone so brightly at three was now just an orange glow of raw eggs. It sank lower and lower into the bigger mountains that surrounded Mt. Paozu, splashing red onto the cumulous clouds.
"Hm. Looks like you've kept up your training, Vegeta."
"Heh. Of course."
Eventually, the aggressive bout gradually slowed to mild combat on the ground. Both were thoroughly exhausted, with some hint that Vegeta breathed more raggedly than Goku.
"What's... the... matter? Quitting?"
"Yep. It's time for dinner. Chichi will kill me if I'm late for dinner, you know." Goku wiped the blood off his chin.
"Cheh. Fine. See ya." Vegeta just stood there on the dirt field.
"Hey, aren't you going home, too?"
"No, I think I'll stay here for a while. I'll like to train alone."
"Oh, okay. Well, later, Vegeta." He took off into air.
"Yeah, later, Goku."
The young Saiyan almost fell out of the air. He dropped a few degrees, but ascended again. When he was a good distance away, Goku looked back and studied the lone warrior's ki.
There was none.
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Ooh… creepy. I scared myself with that last sentence, writing it just before I went to sleep. When's the next chapter coming out? I have no idea. I guess it depends on the popularity. Do tell me, is it good?
Pools of tears gathered at the bottom lip of her eyes. They glistened, full of emotion. She sniffed and hiccupped several times. Sitting across the wooden table, the sympathetic woman patted her friend's icy cold hands, reassuring her.
"There, there, Bulma. It's not worth crying over. Don't lose your hope."
When the pool became overflowing, tears rolled off the edge of her eyelid like water drops, so round and three-dimensional. It left a streak of wetness down her cheek, and plunged down into her lap.
Her hands, clasped together, sitting on top of the table, were visibly shaking. In fact, her whole body was shaking, trying to shake off the pain.
Chichi rose from her seat, and stood behind Bulma. She place two warm hands on each of her shoulders, and helped the older woman get up. She then carefully dabbed the tears away from the blossom cheeks with tissues.
"It's alright. Men just don't understand us." Chichi said bitterly. "Especially Saiyans."
Bulma cracked a smile. It looked foreign on her tear-streaked face. "I can't believe I thought of such a thing. Please promise to keep this a secret between the two of us." Her voice spoke, without the usual flavor in them. It sounded mechanic to Chichi, and she could do nothing but escort her to the door.
"You have my word. Are you sure you don't want to stay over tonight? We have plenty of room."
Bulma shook her head. "You've done enough for me already. I have to go home. Trunks might need me."
"I'm so selfish." And more tears rolled off Bulma's cheeks.
"Bulma, stop it." Chichi did the only thing she could think of. "Stop putting yourself down. It wasn't your fault! He should apologize!" She yelled.
Bulma shrank back. She has never been yelled by Chichi before. She was scared.
"Trust me. Goku have done this to me many times. Saiyans are thick like that."
"But I..." Bulma was abruptly cut off by the stern look she received.
"If it makes you this uncomfortable, then tell him. Confront him. Now," Chichi watched Bulma get into her car, "stop walking with that tail between your legs. It isn't like you."
Chichi slammed the car door shut, and waved goodbye. "Drive carefully, and come back real soon!"
The car shot forward into the sky, and faded into the horizon. It was still three in the afternoon, plenty of time before the kids get home.
"Poor Bulma." Chichi closed the door behind her, and sighed. She truly hoped her friend would be all right. She straightens the chairs and boiled herself a cup of tea. Over the years, she has found green tea to relieve stress, and a source of comfort.
No sooner had the kettle whistled did the front door rattled. She quickly turned off the stove and before opening the door. Much to her horror, however, the door broke down before she could take another step. And behind that door was...
Vegeta.
In her haste, she dropped the teacup and it shattered at her feet. "What are you doing here?" There were traces of venom in her voice, which Vegeta ignored.
"Tell me." He said calmly.
"Tell you what? What are you talking about?" Her steady voice surprised her more than Vegeta.
"What she'd told you."
"She? Bulma?"
Nod.
"Nothing. Just gossips."
But Vegeta wasn't buying it. A blue ball of energy began cracking in his left palm. "I'm not here to play. I know something has happened here. That woman never shed tears for no reason."
"I told you, Vegeta. Nothing was going on. She was just shedding tears because I told her some tragic news about one of our old friends. Nothing of importance." There were no traces of fear in her voice at all. She was perfectly cool, even with the energy ball so near.
With one hand, he put the energy out. Instead, he made a grab for her neck.
"Vegeta!" A booming voice stopped the angry man on his seize. Vegeta's eyes grew in size, but his pupil shrank smaller than peas.
"Good to see you again, old friend!" Goku's innocent smile appeared behind the bedroom door. "So, what do you say? Do you want to spar?"
Vegeta had no choice but to allow the younger man to push him out of the door.
"Don't come home half dead, Goku!" Chichi yelled before they flew beyond the hearing range. Her knees gave out and she slumped into the chair. Reaching behind her for some cups and tea bags, she stirred herself a cup of tea. The warm liquid flooded down her throat and sent heat throughout her cold body. She was so close. Goku was probably oblivious to what had transpired in the kitchen while he slept. Yet he saved her life, and she was still having a hard time accepting that. My Goku saved me. He woke up at the right time and saved my life. She couldn't forget Vegeta's reaction to Goku's entrance, however. It was almost as if he was taken off guard. She didn't give much thought, though, because she was still giddy over Goku, her knight in shining armor.
As usual, the two Saiyans were almost matched in power. Punches and kicks were traded, each damaging the other equally. Even smart comments were given and received. The burning sun that shone so brightly at three was now just an orange glow of raw eggs. It sank lower and lower into the bigger mountains that surrounded Mt. Paozu, splashing red onto the cumulous clouds.
"Hm. Looks like you've kept up your training, Vegeta."
"Heh. Of course."
Eventually, the aggressive bout gradually slowed to mild combat on the ground. Both were thoroughly exhausted, with some hint that Vegeta breathed more raggedly than Goku.
"What's... the... matter? Quitting?"
"Yep. It's time for dinner. Chichi will kill me if I'm late for dinner, you know." Goku wiped the blood off his chin.
"Cheh. Fine. See ya." Vegeta just stood there on the dirt field.
"Hey, aren't you going home, too?"
"No, I think I'll stay here for a while. I'll like to train alone."
"Oh, okay. Well, later, Vegeta." He took off into air.
"Yeah, later, Goku."
The young Saiyan almost fell out of the air. He dropped a few degrees, but ascended again. When he was a good distance away, Goku looked back and studied the lone warrior's ki.
There was none.
Ooh… creepy. I scared myself with that last sentence, writing it just before I went to sleep. When's the next chapter coming out? I have no idea. I guess it depends on the popularity. Do tell me, is it good?
