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Alright I didn't like where my first one was going or how it 'flowed' so I'm redoing it.. I personally loathed those first two chapters.. Most of the concepts will be the same, but will be presented better.. Any ways thank you everyone who reviewed that crappy version of 'Rock 'N Roll Suicide'.. Hopefully you'll enjoy this version, the better version, more than the asinine one.. ahaha.. Thanks..
P.S - They are NOT saiyans and Vegeta's right eye is light blue. NOT for the same reason as 'All's Fair In Love and Business'! Thanks!
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That chill. That unreal feeling. The feeling you get when everything around you seems to blur, and you question your purpose. The one that makes you repeat, "This is a dream. I'll wake up, eventually. Everything will be okay. Won't it?" That single feeling that makes every hair follicle stand at attention. Your eyes seem to glaze over and you turn a deaf ear on the world. Your head starts to spin and you just want to cry out. This feeling makes you shake and question everything and everyone. This isn't an every day feeling, and you pray you never experience it.
This chill has ran down Bulma's spine before. She sat on the edge of her mattress. She stared at her reflection through her vanity mirror. Her vacant eyes. Pale skin. Lips drooping down, forming a frown. Black, blue, and purple shaded under eyes. Her world was crumbling beneath her and she felt there was no place that would support her weight. She felt that this familiar chill might not pass this time. She felt that there was no hope left.
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Some say that you always make friends that last a life time. In Bulma's case, this 'life time' dies out in an argument, or fades into the occasional e-mail. Last week Bulma received a voice mail that was that of rarity. The voice mail was from a 'life time' friend, Chi Chi Mau. Bulma had become friends with Chi Chi in her senior year of high school. They remained very close until they slowly, but surely, drifted apart. It was around their second year of college that their hour long, daily, phone calls gradually became paragraph e-mails. Maybe received twice a month.
In the message Chi Chi sounded excited. "Hey, B! Oh my God it's been too long! We haven't talked in ages! Well I was thinking, and wouldn't it be completely awesome, if you and Juu came up next week! It'll be Spring Break time, so you won't have college stuff to do, and Juu's hopefully free. I have some HUGE news to tell you guys, and I have to do it in person to get the whole effect! Plus you guys haven't even seen my new apartment yet. This will be so much fun! Call me as soon as you listen to this voice mail, kay, we'll be talking soon, so bye for now!"
When Bulma had returned the call, asking directions to Chi Chi's new apartment, she had also asked what the big news was. Chi Chi, of course, replied with, "It's killing me too, but we'll both have to wait. I don't want to ruin the surprise."
So, Bulma had packed up enough clothes for the week, and headed back towards West City. Bulma had been going to college for six years now. She had already received a degree in business management and was finishing up a Ph.D. in scientific engineering. Six years in college won't give the average Joe Shmo a Ph.D., but in Bulma's case it would.
Her father had decided that she would be the heiress to Capsule Corporation. This would come into affect as soon as she graduated, which would be in about two months. Bulma, on the other hand, didn't want to take the reins of Capsule Corporation. She wanted to stay in school. She wanted to continue to get degrees, wanting various language, art, and philosophy degrees. Then, when she was satisfied, she would consider becoming CEO. But what she really wanted, was to become a college professor, teaching philosophy or some sort of literature. She also always thought it would be nice if she had her own art studio. Those were her dreams. Dreams she knew would never thrive.
As Bulma stared at the fluorescent red light, her stomach grumbled. She sighed as she scanned her surroundings for a place to eat lunch. Her eyes skipped the run down looking 'Pepe's Diner', and rested on the infamous golden arches. Fast, greasy, yet satisfying. Just what she needed. Pulling her coupe into a lone parking space, Bulma exited, and headed inside the franchise.
The smell of the friars greeted her as she walked past the disease infested 'ball pit' to get to the ordering counter. She exhaled as she realized that she would have to wait in, what looked like, a never ending line. As she traveled towards the back of the meandering line, she caught a whiff of burning nicotine. She smiled at the comforting smell, but her smile soon faded. The chubby women in front of her cough obnoxiously and then spat, "I thought this was a non smoking restaurant!"
Bulma rolled her eyes as she continued to listen, "Mommy I'm hungry!" The sticky, bratty little boy whined as he tugged at his mother's stained, over sized, T-shirt.
The chubby woman looked down at the boy and said, "I know, Dakota, I know, it won't be that much longer."
Bulma sighed. 'Please,' Bulma began to think. 'Who in their right mind names their kid after a state? What's next, Golden Gate?' She dismissed her thoughts and began to look for the source of the cigarette. As she scanned she watched people shove the fatty burgers into their mouths, greasy fries, and a large Pepsi follow. 'No wonder America is obese..' She thought as she continued her search. Her eyes stopped on a group sitting in the corner. They were a group of four guys, in their mid twenties, sitting in a corner booth. They all had dark color clothes on, and she saw a small haze drift up from the table. Bingo.
"Next!" The acne faced teen shouted from behind the register. Bulma walked up to him. "What can I get you?" Her asked, adjusting his McDonalds visor so it was on a slight tilt.
"I'll have a Double Cheeseburger, small fries, and small Diet Coke."
"Would you like to try the combo for large fries and a-"
"No," Bulma interrupted. "I want the Double Cheeseburger, small fries, and a medium Diet Coke."
The oily faced kid gave her a curt smile before turning around to collect her order. Bulma watched as he walked over to the shoot that the burgers slid down. The zit faced teen's shirt had grease stains spotting it, and his pants were hanging below his butt to reveal his boxers. Stains on both. Disgusting.
"Here you are," the teen, with as much oil on his face as their was in and on the burger, said. "Your total today will be $3.50, please." Bulma handed him a five dollar bill and picked up her tray. "Two dollars and fifty cents is your change, have a great day."
"Mmhmm," Bulma murmured as she scanned the franchise for an empty booth or table. Her eyes stopped at an empty booth in the middle of the restaurant. She started towards it. Being half way there, Bulma stopped as she saw two bratty kids and their obese mother sit down at the lone table. She closed her eyes in frustration, wishing she had gone through the drive through. Reopening her tightly shut eyes, she looked around for another empty table. There was one left. No one was sitting there. Only a dirty napkin, that could easily be whisked to the floor.
As Bulma set down her tray she realized that her table was across from the smokers booth. She glanced over at them as she flicked the dirty napkin to the dirty floor. The aroma of the burning nicotine made the control she had over her addiction permeate.
She took a sip of her Diet Coke and studied the group. They looked sort of familiar, but at the same time they didn't. The two on the ends had wild black hair, that stuck our in random places. The one on her right was wearing a dark blue, short sleeve, T-shirt. The one across from him, the one almost facing her, was wearing a dark red, long sleeve, T-shirt. They both were sitting in a way that their heads were facing away from the public. Then there was one wearing a black baseball cap, he sat next to the one that was almost facing her. He had it pulled down in a way so his face was hardly visible. He was also wearing a black hoodie. Bulma couldn't see the smoker. She could only see his wrist. She could tell he was wearing a black, long sleeve, blouse type shirt. The cuffs were unbutton to reveal a Rolex watch. His fingers loosely cradling half of a cigarette.
Bulma bit into her Double Cheeseburger as she watched a girl, about fourteen, approach the group. She tried listening in on the conversation, but could hardly hear over the noise from the crying children and their scolding mothers. Bulma watched with attention as she placed a napkin and pen on the table sliding it to the one in the dark blue. Bulma watched as he signed it, then passed it to the one across, and so on. When the napkin reached the smoker, he scribbled on it then handing it to her, he put his cigarette out, in the plastic McDonald tray that their burger wrappers were rested on. Bulma finally was able to make out what the adolescent was saying, "Thank you guys soo much! I love you guys!"
'Who are they?' Bulma asked herself as she watched the girl walk back to her table. 'They must be well know, famous, or som-' Bulma's thoughts were interrupted by the Mario theme song. Reaching into her purse, Bulma pulled out her phone and then pressed it to her ear, "Hey."
"I'm lost, do you know how to get there?" Juu asked into the phone, her voice seemed frantic, frustrated, and angry.
Bulma couldn't help but glance over at the peculiar group, "Um, what street are you on?" Bulma noticed the one in the hat's mouth was moving, and glancing over at her as he conversed with the group.
"I'm on Mac right now, well now I'm at the corner of Mac and thirteen mile."
"Alright," Bulma said as she pulled her Map Quest directions out from her purse. "The directions say to take a left on fourteen mile, so take Mac to fourteen mile." Bulma caught the one in red's eye as she continued, "Why didn't you just call Chi?"
"She isn't picking up. It's so frustrating, it's like pick up your God damn phone! Especially when you're expecting guests!"
Bulma smiled at Juu's frustration, and broke eye contact with the one in red. "Are you at fourteen yet?" Bulma asked as she glanced back over, noticing the one in blue had turned his head to look at her, then turned away, casually.
"Not yet. Where are you any ways?" Referring to the sounds of children laughing, screaming, and crying.
"I'm at the McDonalds off of Mac." Bulma said placing a frie into her mouth.
"Ew.."
"Shut up, I was starving," Bulma laughed as she noticed the group was getting up to leave.
"I'm on fourteen, now where?" Juu asked, making Bulma have to look back down at her directions.
"Turn onto a side street called French Creek, then take French Creek down to the apartment complexes at the end. You'll see a sign that says, Oak Manor." After Bulma said this she looked back to see if she could catch a glimpse of the smoker, no such luck. They were gone.
"Alright, I got it now. Thanks B, see you soon!"
"Alright, bye!" Bulma said before hanging up. Bulma sighed and stared down at her half eaten lunch. She wasn't in the mood to eat pure grease anymore. She glanced over at the empty booth where that group had been sitting. She wanted to know who they were. She then directed her stare over towards the fourteen year old girl that had approached them. She shook her head as she dismissed the thought of asking the girl who they were. Standing, she picked up her tray and threw her leftovers out. Placing the tray on top of the garbage can, she walked out of McDonalds, and walked to her car.
As she pulled out onto the street, her mind wandered back to that group. 'They looked so familiar, why?' She asked herself as she stopped at a red light. 'The only one that actually looked familiar was the one in the hat, but still.' Bulma tapped her steering wheel with aggravation. "They were looking, and I think, talking about me. Maybe I do know them from some where." Bulma said aloud as she pressed down on the gas pedal at the glimpse of fluorescent green.
Passing up an old Buick, Bulma reached for her purse. She began to use her knees to steer as she rummaged through her large purse. She frowned when she pulled out a pack of Winston cigarettes. It was unopened. The only reason she had them in her purse was that they were to serve as a type of safety net. To put her mind at ease, yet at the same time a constant reminder. Taking hold of the wheel again, she turned onto fourteen mile. She scanned for a street sign at said, 'French Creek.' Driving a bit below the speed mile, Bulma finally found it and turned onto it.
"Alright, now I need to find 'Oak Manor.'" Bulma muttered to herself as placed the cigarettes back into her purse. She knew she didn't need one. "Damn smoker in a non smoking restaurant." Bulma cursed as she pulled into 'Oak Manor'. She parked her car in front of the second complex. Grabbing her purse, she exited her car.
Knocking lightly on the Oak door, Bulma smiled as it was swung open to reveal Chi Chi. She hadn't changed. She looked the same, dressed the same, and her hair was cut the same way as in high school. Juu appeared behind her. Juu also looked the same. She dress differently but that was about it.
"It's been so long!" Chi Chi shrieked as she hugged Bulma. Juu following. As they broke apart Chi Chi lead her into the kitchen where two glasses of water were sitting on a table for six.
For an apartment it was pretty big. The kitchen had a refrigerator, stove area with counter space and a sink 'island', plus the area where the table was. The kitchen had a small hallway on the right side of it, Bulma guessed it lead to a washing machine type room. The kitchen was attached the living room, which was attached to the entrance foyer. From the living room and foyer there was another hallway branching off, probably leading to some bedrooms.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Chi Chi asked Bulma, as Juu and Bulma sat down at the table.
"Sure, some water?" Bulma asked as she took a seat next to Juu.
"All right," Chi Chi said as she went to the cupboard for a glass.
"So B, how's school?" Juu asked as Chi Chi placed the glass down in front of Bulma.
Bulma took a sip then answered, "Good I guess, only one more semester though."
"You're acting like you don't want to graduated," Chi Chi said as she sat down across from Juu and Bulma.
Bulma shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I guess. It would have been nice to get some more degrees, though."
Juu rolled her eyes, "I was so happy when I graduated," Juu started. "I hated college, those test were murder!"
Bulma shrugged again, "They're not that bad."
Chi Chi smiled, "Yea for you B, you're like a genius."
Bulma smiled, "Yep." She answered smugly
Juu rolled her eyes. "Any ways now that B's here," Juu started impatiently, "tell us this 'big news'."
"Yea," Bulma agreed. "It's been killing me trying to figure out what it is."
Chi Chi suddenly grew a very broad grin, "I don't know guys, maybe I shouldn't tell yo-"
"Just tell us Chi!" Juu yelled at her.
Chi Chi's grin died into a frown, "Well if you're going to act like tha-"
"Chi," Bulma began, "Just tell us what happened."
Chi Chi's frown turned back into it's broad grin, "Fine." She then displayed her left hand to reveal a diamond encrusted, golden, engagement ring.
"Oh my God!" Bulma squealed as she took Chi Chi's hand to get a better look, "Who!"
"When!" Juu added as she examined the ring.
Chi Chi smiled, "Last week, and Goku. I've told you guys about Goku. We met like a year ago, love at first sight, hottest man alive, that Goku."
Juu smirked over at Chi Chi, "Well you better call him and tell him to get his ass over here so we can meet him!"
"Yea, really," Bulma said looking over at the beaming face of Chi Chi.
"Well he said he might be able to make it over here tonight," Chi Chi said to the two. "But if he can't, he said for sure tomorrow morning."
Bulma nodded, "So what does he do for a living?" Then took a sip from her glass of water.
"He plays guitar for a band," Chi Chi said nonchalantly.
"A garage band?" Juu sneered.
"No," Chi Chi said slightly offend. "Goku plays for 'The Saiyans,' they're really popular now. They were on Vh1 last week, so no, my Goku is not part of some cheap garage band. He belongs to a real band." She said hencing the word 'real'.
"Never heard of them." Juu said smiling.
"That's because you live under a rock!" Chi Chi yelled at Juu as Juu began to laugh. "Bulma," Chi Chi said directing her attention towards Bulma. "You've heard of them, haven't you?"
"Well I-"
"See! Bulma doesn't live under a moldy rock like you, Juu!" Chi Chi yelled as she playfully slapped at Juu who was still laughing.
"You didn't let me finish," Bulma smirked. "The name sort of sounds familiar, but I don't think I've ever heard any of their songs."
"Well then I was wrong," Chi Chi began as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Both you and Juu live under a repulsive, moldy rock." She said in a huff.
Both Juu and Bulma laughed at Chi Chi's childish pout. "Sorry Chi," Bulma said still laughing, "I'm sure Goku and his band are really good." Then she took a sip of water.
"Hmph." Chi Chi continued to pout, "They are, Vegeta says they're going to win a couple VMAs." Bulma choked on her water. "Are you all right!" Chi Chi asked her in a sudden panic.
Catching her breath, Bulma nodded then asked, "Vegeta?"
Chi Chi beamed, "So you have heard of them, haven't you!"
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Not much of a cliffhanger, I know.. What ever, not all of my chapters have to end in one.. Any ways I hope you enjoyed this version better than the last.. It was a lot more fun to type then the last one.. Make sure to read my other fan fiction 'All's Fair In Love and Business.'.. Kay well please review and tell me what you think, I'd appreciate it.. Thank you..
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