PROLOGUE:
For once in her life, Bulma didn't feel the rush of adrenaline that used to course through her veins whenever the sun went down, and the moon lit up the sky. No going out. Tonight was for herself, she had decided. No lame movie, no cheap dinner, no sweaty sex. Just me. She had come back from a session with her shrink, and had been advised to start thinking about her happiness and her needs. Not those of the baseball playing womanizer she insisted on rolling around her bed with. She had also decided to end their relationship, but she would think about that some other time. The night would be for rekindling the fire he had burnt out of her. There are great discoveries out there for you, said the shrink, I just hope you find them soon.
At the age of nineteen, she was jaded. It was sad, to have lost feeling at such an early age. Maybe all the excitement Goku brought into her life when she was sixteen wore her out. Whatever this new sense of numbness was, it affected her work and all those around her. She sat on her bed, sighing, and punched in Yamucha's cell phone number almost mechanically. Great. Voice mail.
"Yeah, uh, Yamucha...just thinking about you. I hope everything works out.. Give me a call sometime, ok? Bye." She clicked off the phone and sighed again. She had spoken the truth. Although the chances were he was necking another girl right then, she still wanted him to know that they were friends. But this was the first night she'd spend being very lonely, and she had no idea where to begin. She was searching, but for what... an open window was banging against something somewhere in the house. Then she remembered that she was not completely on her own.
For once in her life, Bulma didn't feel the rush of adrenaline that used to course through her veins whenever the sun went down, and the moon lit up the sky. No going out. Tonight was for herself, she had decided. No lame movie, no cheap dinner, no sweaty sex. Just me. She had come back from a session with her shrink, and had been advised to start thinking about her happiness and her needs. Not those of the baseball playing womanizer she insisted on rolling around her bed with. She had also decided to end their relationship, but she would think about that some other time. The night would be for rekindling the fire he had burnt out of her. There are great discoveries out there for you, said the shrink, I just hope you find them soon.
At the age of nineteen, she was jaded. It was sad, to have lost feeling at such an early age. Maybe all the excitement Goku brought into her life when she was sixteen wore her out. Whatever this new sense of numbness was, it affected her work and all those around her. She sat on her bed, sighing, and punched in Yamucha's cell phone number almost mechanically. Great. Voice mail.
"Yeah, uh, Yamucha...just thinking about you. I hope everything works out.. Give me a call sometime, ok? Bye." She clicked off the phone and sighed again. She had spoken the truth. Although the chances were he was necking another girl right then, she still wanted him to know that they were friends. But this was the first night she'd spend being very lonely, and she had no idea where to begin. She was searching, but for what... an open window was banging against something somewhere in the house. Then she remembered that she was not completely on her own.