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I woke up crying.
I looked around me. It was cold and dark, the air moist and I could hear the traffic. My hands scraped the wet cement-----cement? I shook my head furiously and stood up, I fell against a brick wall. I looked at my hands; they were a bit torn and bleeding. I suckled them gently while I observed my surroundings. I seemed to be in an alley, and the moon shone dimly ahead of me.
I tried to think. My mind racked painfully. Who am I again? I repeated my thought through words. My cracked and dry lips were sore and I soon realized my strong thirst and hunger.
I stumbled, dazed, to the opening of the alleyway. I tripped over something. I yelled out and began crying pitiful tears as it fell. But all these emotions were so strange...it was as if they didn't belong to me. To my relief, it was only a large bag.
I suddenly saw something dark approach me; it's shadow moved towards me, its hands reached out.
"Bra?" He spoke, his black eyes focussed on mine.
I held back a bit in fear, but held his gaze defiantly. He was young, a bit older, handsome, too. I squinted in the dark and fumbled for words, not knowing who he was but out of courtesy.
"Uh, I, I do not understand." I finally said slowly, my lips formed the words numbly.
He gave me a puzzled look then a wave of understanding washed over his face. "Damn, you don't remember anything, do you?"
I was taken back by his rudeness. I searched for a rebuke; my inflexible mind seemed to have done something like that before. "Shut up." I finally came up with.
He laughed lightly. "I'm glad to see that you still have your attitude."
I furrowed my brow angrily. He reached out for me and embraced me. His arms warmed my cold, shaking body.
"Oh, Bra...." He said that name again.
I was confused again. Something in me, maybe a reflex made me move my arms and hold him back. It was an awkward movement for me and I could hear his shallow breathing.
He looked at me sadly, "come with me."
I nodded numbly. Perhaps he could give me some kind of shelter and tell me who I am. I needed to know.
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It was amazing that she couldn't remember anything. But I had to help her. I ignored the threats from Vegeta and his family had to tell her. I decided that I could at least tell her about her name. And give her a new life in this pointless world.
The medicine must have worked pretty damn strong.
Vegeta had called us to his house, and especially me because of my relationship with Bra. Our love.
The meeting had begun with our family and the Briefs, oddly, excluding Bra.
Vegeta spoke in mostly low, deep intervals about his plan. "It has been in our family ever since I have established a family here on earth." He began.
My family traded curious glances. But Bulma and Trunks' faces froze in still emotion.
Vegeta sighed and rubbed his hands together nervously. "Back on my planet, women were treated as curses. Not to live with their families after a certain age because of a threat."
I looked over to my father. He was nodding slowly.
"The reason..." Vegeta's voice flowed off for a moment as he caressed his neck. "Is that Saiyan women are more fierce fighters than men. If not confined and left alone, they could slaughter their own family. Both unconscious and conscious of their acts." His black eyes raised to mine. "I am going to let her go. But, no one in this room must go after her." His eyes pierced through me. "Not even you." He whispered huskily.
The room had had a deafening silence. It stood like that for what seemed like eternity. Vegeta stood up, looked over the company and left briskly. Bulma and Trunks followed solemnly.
Goku nodded to us and we left as well. We let ourselves out of the Brief's French doors and drove my parents drove home and I drove myself to my condo on campus.
The medicine was strong.
It took me days to find her. As a college student, I skipped many of my classes and fell dangerously behind in my tests and homework to look for her. And I finally found her. She slept in my room and I dressed her in some of my oversized clothes.
I still cannot believe where Vegeta had left her. He had put her in a remote alleyway downtown, the most dangerous part of the city and where the rape and crime rates went skyrocketing each year. She was so well bred, not the type to be seen on the streets. When she rebuked me in that alley, I remember a wave of loving memories flashing over my mind. I hoped I can bring back her smile, her laughter and her...memory.
"No," I said out loud to myself as I held my head and shook it. "It would be dangerous."
I checked my watch. It was 12 Am. I sighed and took a quick shower, dressed and climbed onto the couch in my small living room. The cushions were hard and I longed to sleep beside Bra. I longed to feel her cozy body and to hear her girlish giggles. I finally drifted to sleep.
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I woke up. I felt around me and I touched the strange clothes I was in. They were much better than my damp ones. It was still dark and I stepped out from the bed. I opened the door quietly and could hear light snoring. I fumbled my way into another room and recognized the boy that had took me here.
I bent down to observe him. "Bra..." I repeated his words from when we were in the alley. Could he have been referring to me? He was very good-looking. His pale rose lips parted and he breathed softly.
I could have sworn I knew him.
Something about his eyes, hair, everything reminded me of an event. But I couldn't remember. I felt hot tears crawl into my eyes as I backed away into my room. I fell on my bed and began to cry.
"Damn it! Why can't I remember one damn thing? It's all like some horrible dream that is beyond my grasp....." I heard my voice being choked by my tears. "Damn it...." I pounded my pillow and cried myself into sleep.
The dream of my first new life was startling. I was walking into someone's house. This too, I did not recognize. Every movement I made was robotic. Controlled by something unseen. I made my way up the winding staircase. Glass chandeliers hung elegantly. I noted the splendor of this home. They must have been very wealthy.
I opened a door and peeked into it. The moon shone proudly on a sleeping figure. I suddenly felt my body convulsing into cramps.
The world went black.
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I awakened to that pinpricking feeling you get in your arm every time you'd put all your weight on it. I stretched and made myself some breakfast. My first class wouldn't start in 45 minutes. I sat down and turned the radio on. I lowered the volume in consideration for the sleep of my guest. My beloved. I had checked on her before I went down to the kitchen and she seemed to be all right.
I gobbled down my cereal until something in the radio news caught my attention. I was always an ambit murder mystery lover. And exciting real life murder reports always perked me up.
"This morning, a resident of West City living in the Windsor Park area has been murdered. The cause and reason why is unknown. Witnesses say that they saw a large animal or human-looking suspect was near and that was probably in the house. We will update you later. But now, let's hear from...."
A shiver crawled down my spine. It felt like little cold fingernails tracing themselves down my back. "Windsor Park......" I murmured through my mouthful of cereal. That is where Bra used to live. Used to live.
I dropped everything and ran to her room. I peeked in and saw her figure sleeping. She on her back and her hair was sprawled on the pillow.
I saw her stir. I pushed myself against the wall. "Could she have....." I whispered to myself. I furrowed my brow and ran my hand through my messy hair.
I looked at my watch again. I had to leave. I guess I might as well have left her here and she might even wreak havoc. I shrugged lightly. I already have too many things to worry about. Besides, she couldn't have gone out last night. She looked clean. I quickly packed, organized the dishes and scribbled a note to her. It had instructions on where the food was and that I would be back at 5 PM.
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I yawned and opened my eyes. I was still in my bed. But the strange dream left me bit exhausted. I crawled out of bed and walked into a kitchen.
"Um..is anyone home?" I said quietly; a bit scared. No one was in the home. I saw a note on the table in messy writing and scanned over it. As my eyes met the last line, I finally discovered his name.
"Gonna miss you. Take care, Goten." It read.
I repeated his name softly. I kissed the paper. He sounded so familiar. I ate dry cereal and went back into my room.
I was restless. I was curious to know more about him and possibly, me. I opened some drawers and found the usual. Combs, dirty and clean underwear, some porn magazines, photographs of parks and a big binder. I took it out slowly. Felt the bumpy, textured cover and leaned back against the bed.
I opened it carefully and an array of pictures jumped out in front of my eyes. Pictures of him, people around him, hugging and playing. They all looked so familiar.
I flipped to the middle of the book. It wasn't exactly a random movement. More like fate.
And I couldn't believe what I saw.
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Author's Note:
How did you like the first chapter? Please review! I know everyone hates reviewing, but constructive criticism and PRAISE for my work is always welcomed. Lol.
Bring a tissue, and your eyeballs! Although I know that I can't write and I'll probably get no reviews, but please take your time to read! REVIEW! REVIEW!
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I woke up crying.
I looked around me. It was cold and dark, the air moist and I could hear the traffic. My hands scraped the wet cement-----cement? I shook my head furiously and stood up, I fell against a brick wall. I looked at my hands; they were a bit torn and bleeding. I suckled them gently while I observed my surroundings. I seemed to be in an alley, and the moon shone dimly ahead of me.
I tried to think. My mind racked painfully. Who am I again? I repeated my thought through words. My cracked and dry lips were sore and I soon realized my strong thirst and hunger.
I stumbled, dazed, to the opening of the alleyway. I tripped over something. I yelled out and began crying pitiful tears as it fell. But all these emotions were so strange...it was as if they didn't belong to me. To my relief, it was only a large bag.
I suddenly saw something dark approach me; it's shadow moved towards me, its hands reached out.
"Bra?" He spoke, his black eyes focussed on mine.
I held back a bit in fear, but held his gaze defiantly. He was young, a bit older, handsome, too. I squinted in the dark and fumbled for words, not knowing who he was but out of courtesy.
"Uh, I, I do not understand." I finally said slowly, my lips formed the words numbly.
He gave me a puzzled look then a wave of understanding washed over his face. "Damn, you don't remember anything, do you?"
I was taken back by his rudeness. I searched for a rebuke; my inflexible mind seemed to have done something like that before. "Shut up." I finally came up with.
He laughed lightly. "I'm glad to see that you still have your attitude."
I furrowed my brow angrily. He reached out for me and embraced me. His arms warmed my cold, shaking body.
"Oh, Bra...." He said that name again.
I was confused again. Something in me, maybe a reflex made me move my arms and hold him back. It was an awkward movement for me and I could hear his shallow breathing.
He looked at me sadly, "come with me."
I nodded numbly. Perhaps he could give me some kind of shelter and tell me who I am. I needed to know.
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It was amazing that she couldn't remember anything. But I had to help her. I ignored the threats from Vegeta and his family had to tell her. I decided that I could at least tell her about her name. And give her a new life in this pointless world.
The medicine must have worked pretty damn strong.
Vegeta had called us to his house, and especially me because of my relationship with Bra. Our love.
The meeting had begun with our family and the Briefs, oddly, excluding Bra.
Vegeta spoke in mostly low, deep intervals about his plan. "It has been in our family ever since I have established a family here on earth." He began.
My family traded curious glances. But Bulma and Trunks' faces froze in still emotion.
Vegeta sighed and rubbed his hands together nervously. "Back on my planet, women were treated as curses. Not to live with their families after a certain age because of a threat."
I looked over to my father. He was nodding slowly.
"The reason..." Vegeta's voice flowed off for a moment as he caressed his neck. "Is that Saiyan women are more fierce fighters than men. If not confined and left alone, they could slaughter their own family. Both unconscious and conscious of their acts." His black eyes raised to mine. "I am going to let her go. But, no one in this room must go after her." His eyes pierced through me. "Not even you." He whispered huskily.
The room had had a deafening silence. It stood like that for what seemed like eternity. Vegeta stood up, looked over the company and left briskly. Bulma and Trunks followed solemnly.
Goku nodded to us and we left as well. We let ourselves out of the Brief's French doors and drove my parents drove home and I drove myself to my condo on campus.
The medicine was strong.
It took me days to find her. As a college student, I skipped many of my classes and fell dangerously behind in my tests and homework to look for her. And I finally found her. She slept in my room and I dressed her in some of my oversized clothes.
I still cannot believe where Vegeta had left her. He had put her in a remote alleyway downtown, the most dangerous part of the city and where the rape and crime rates went skyrocketing each year. She was so well bred, not the type to be seen on the streets. When she rebuked me in that alley, I remember a wave of loving memories flashing over my mind. I hoped I can bring back her smile, her laughter and her...memory.
"No," I said out loud to myself as I held my head and shook it. "It would be dangerous."
I checked my watch. It was 12 Am. I sighed and took a quick shower, dressed and climbed onto the couch in my small living room. The cushions were hard and I longed to sleep beside Bra. I longed to feel her cozy body and to hear her girlish giggles. I finally drifted to sleep.
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I woke up. I felt around me and I touched the strange clothes I was in. They were much better than my damp ones. It was still dark and I stepped out from the bed. I opened the door quietly and could hear light snoring. I fumbled my way into another room and recognized the boy that had took me here.
I bent down to observe him. "Bra..." I repeated his words from when we were in the alley. Could he have been referring to me? He was very good-looking. His pale rose lips parted and he breathed softly.
I could have sworn I knew him.
Something about his eyes, hair, everything reminded me of an event. But I couldn't remember. I felt hot tears crawl into my eyes as I backed away into my room. I fell on my bed and began to cry.
"Damn it! Why can't I remember one damn thing? It's all like some horrible dream that is beyond my grasp....." I heard my voice being choked by my tears. "Damn it...." I pounded my pillow and cried myself into sleep.
The dream of my first new life was startling. I was walking into someone's house. This too, I did not recognize. Every movement I made was robotic. Controlled by something unseen. I made my way up the winding staircase. Glass chandeliers hung elegantly. I noted the splendor of this home. They must have been very wealthy.
I opened a door and peeked into it. The moon shone proudly on a sleeping figure. I suddenly felt my body convulsing into cramps.
The world went black.
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I awakened to that pinpricking feeling you get in your arm every time you'd put all your weight on it. I stretched and made myself some breakfast. My first class wouldn't start in 45 minutes. I sat down and turned the radio on. I lowered the volume in consideration for the sleep of my guest. My beloved. I had checked on her before I went down to the kitchen and she seemed to be all right.
I gobbled down my cereal until something in the radio news caught my attention. I was always an ambit murder mystery lover. And exciting real life murder reports always perked me up.
"This morning, a resident of West City living in the Windsor Park area has been murdered. The cause and reason why is unknown. Witnesses say that they saw a large animal or human-looking suspect was near and that was probably in the house. We will update you later. But now, let's hear from...."
A shiver crawled down my spine. It felt like little cold fingernails tracing themselves down my back. "Windsor Park......" I murmured through my mouthful of cereal. That is where Bra used to live. Used to live.
I dropped everything and ran to her room. I peeked in and saw her figure sleeping. She on her back and her hair was sprawled on the pillow.
I saw her stir. I pushed myself against the wall. "Could she have....." I whispered to myself. I furrowed my brow and ran my hand through my messy hair.
I looked at my watch again. I had to leave. I guess I might as well have left her here and she might even wreak havoc. I shrugged lightly. I already have too many things to worry about. Besides, she couldn't have gone out last night. She looked clean. I quickly packed, organized the dishes and scribbled a note to her. It had instructions on where the food was and that I would be back at 5 PM.
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I yawned and opened my eyes. I was still in my bed. But the strange dream left me bit exhausted. I crawled out of bed and walked into a kitchen.
"Um..is anyone home?" I said quietly; a bit scared. No one was in the home. I saw a note on the table in messy writing and scanned over it. As my eyes met the last line, I finally discovered his name.
"Gonna miss you. Take care, Goten." It read.
I repeated his name softly. I kissed the paper. He sounded so familiar. I ate dry cereal and went back into my room.
I was restless. I was curious to know more about him and possibly, me. I opened some drawers and found the usual. Combs, dirty and clean underwear, some porn magazines, photographs of parks and a big binder. I took it out slowly. Felt the bumpy, textured cover and leaned back against the bed.
I opened it carefully and an array of pictures jumped out in front of my eyes. Pictures of him, people around him, hugging and playing. They all looked so familiar.
I flipped to the middle of the book. It wasn't exactly a random movement. More like fate.
And I couldn't believe what I saw.
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Author's Note:
How did you like the first chapter? Please review! I know everyone hates reviewing, but constructive criticism and PRAISE for my work is always welcomed. Lol.