Author's Note : Enter standard message here. Dragon Ball Z......not mine. Enjoy and review!
Chapter One
His fist connected with her cheekbone in a sickening thud. Her head reeled, and she spat out blood as the ground see-sawed before her eyes.
" You will obey me, bitch." Yamcha ground out before hitting Bulma again. This time, she lost her balance, and the floor rose up to meet her. She landed bruisingly on her shoulder. She cried out and curled into a tiny, protective ball, her eyes squeezed shut to prevent the tears she felt coming . Stop stop, Yamcha. Oh please, just stop it.
It didn't used to be this bad, she remembered. It didn't used to be bad at all. When they had first started dating, he was her dreamboat; attentive, sensitive, funny, and he had just the right amount of jealosy. As time wore on though, his jealousy sky rocheted to unreasonabl heights, to paranoia. He was crazy with jealousy. Bulma could hardly talk to anyone when Yamcha was around.
Yamcha kicked her once, hard, in her soft stomach. She recoiled and felt bile rise up in her throat.
" Yamcha! Stop! Please!" she gasped, tears seeping through her closed eyelids, unable to control themselves. He abruptly stopped, his breathing heavy, his fists clenched.
" Im sorry I had to do that Bulma." he hauled her to her feet roughly." But you must be taught to always obey me dutifully, as I am your master." Taking her chin in his hand, he surveyed the damage he had rought. She teetered unsteadily on her feet, her head still pounding.
" You'll have to stay here, inside, for maybe a week, give or take. Till you're healed enough to go out in public without anyone getting suspicious. They'll probably all think we were creating a little 'love nest'. And you will never tell them otherwise. If you do, I'll kill you." he looked meaningfully into her eyes, tightening his hold on her chin, added yet more bruises to her delicate skin.
" I'm going out. Stay inside." he kissed her unyeilding mouth hard, then spun away, out his apartment door.
The minute he was gone, Bulma limped, painfully slow, into the bedroom, and seated herself cautiously in front of a desk. Sniffling, the tears beginning to come in earnest, she rooted through a drawer till she produced a pen and sheet of paper. She began to sob, her hand shaking so hard she could hardly clutch the pen .
My prince is out there, I know it. He'll come for me. And love the way it should be. He'll come. And he'll do anything for me. Anything.
And with her prince in mind, Bulma began to write.
True Love's Tests
1. A giving and passionate lover
2. Offers's protectoion : saves me from Yamcha
3. Thouhgtful gift-giving
4. Listens to me - knows when to say nothing
5. Endangering his own life for mine.
6. Throws away all pride to tell me he loves me.
Bulma sighed and put her pen down. She folded the list carefully, and hid it in her pocket, lest Yamcha see it and finish her off.
" One day he'll save me," she whispered fervently," One day."
Memories are just where you laid them
Dragging waters 'til the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember, everything I said, when I said,
