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Forgetting To Remember: Chapter 2: Death By Perfume Department
Monday April 21, Age 798
The cold air hits my body like a million needles as I step out of the shower. My hand grips the towel tightly as I look around for my slippers. My mirror got all fogged up… damn hot showers.
My hand swirls in a circular motion on the moist cold surface, letting my face come into clear view. I really don't want to go to work today… But I really need something to distract me. My shoulders slump and my lips begin to form a pout.
As my eyes scan the humid room for my hair dryer I noticed a bracelet. I stared at it for a few moments before grabbing it and flinging it into the garbage can. Trunks gave it to me…. For my birthday… I had gotten the finest computer money could buy… but that bracelet was the best thing I had ever gotten. I wore it day and night for a whole year… I was so foolish.
I thought it kept me close to him. I fought monsters and aliens fiercely and powerfully, but one boy would send me running away? This is just perfect. I can't stand to be so weak and… vulnerable. I'm only lucky no one alive knows my secret. Otherwise I would be receiving the "I'm so sorry" look and conversation.
I'm strong enough to overcome this. I know I can. So what if I've never been able to have feelings for anyone else? He's only… a guy.
My hand brings down the comb that ran through my dark wet hair. I had let it grow some since my younger days but not too much… Otherwise I'd look like my mom…
My mom… I'm not poor or anything but my parents are from it. My father, Gohan is a very successful scholar, while my mother, Videl… well… She's intelligent but doesn't work… Being the daughter of the man who "saved the world", and the wife of a scholar, she never has to work a day of her life. She still goes out and does self-defense classes but that's it.
I myself found enjoyment at a human resources job. Soon after my Grandpa left, I found fighting a bit hollow and slowly faded out of it. My teachers made me realize I had a brain and should put it to use. I graduated a valedictorian and made my parents proud. Thanks to my family connections, I got a well-paying job without having to attend college.
It always bothered me that I got my job through my maternal grandfather. But I always get over it by reminding myself of all the straight A's I brought home. I went from a "C" student to honor student.
My life after Grandpa left has been… normal. I hate that I dislike saying that. Isn't that what everyone wants? To be normal? It seems so stupid that I can't appreciate what the majority of people wanted… I need a change in my life dammit!
I've never had anything against Marron… I really haven't… But if I see her under the arm of the only man I've ever allowed myself to have feelings for…. I might just revert to my younger much more dangerous ways…
It's not her fault. I know that. Feelings are inevitable, I speak from experience. And if it's anybody's fault… it would be mine for not telling anyone about how I felt. Honestly, sometimes I think Bulla thinks I'm a lesbian or something because I don't really date.
I do occasionally go out with a boy but… they never last… I always have to compare them to… Trunks. I know it isn't fair to me or to them. I am absolutely angered by the fact that I know what I'm doing and yet I do nothing to move on! I know that Trunks will always see me as the little girl I was, and I am still pining after him…
I am beyond furious that my logic is overpowering my feelings. Aren't there times when you really should just smack the person you have pent up aggression against just so you won't end up killing yourself with all the locked up anger?
My clothes are placed on my semi-dry body lazily. I didn't like having to wake up early to go to work… It just means one day closer to the… engagement party… I hope the doctor tells me I'm too sick to go out tomorrow because I really need an excuse for not going… Knowing Bulla, she'll drag me out of my humble home and into the over-priced, cheesy, giddy party.
I can already imagine it. Knowing the Briefs personally I can practically list off things that are bound to be there. Bottles of champagne being shook and then opened creating that alcoholic shower. White table cloths with silver napkins. And I don't mean the napkins will be colored silver, their probably going to be made out of silver. Loads of balloons that I'm probably going to end up cutting by the strings so they'll float away. A freaking red carpet…
Happy faces showering the bride to be, pats and handshakes being placed upon the groom, and then I'll be the creep in the corner with the disgusted face plastered on. Okay… so maybe I'm over-reacting but I really don't care right now…
But if I see one crying person, I am going to lose all control. I know that the happy couple is probably bouncing off the walls (the perverts) and here I am. My hair wet and my nail polish beginning to chip. Sally Hanson my ass…
I open my bathroom door and jump when I see a blue haired woman… that was about to die if I have to say anything about it. I widened my eyes and almost smashed the door in her face. I think her face is worth more than my apartment… I regret giving her a spare key…
"What are you doing here!?" I screech holding my head and clenching my chest.
Bulla cocks her head and smiles at me. The nerve… "I'm here to pull you away from your boring old life and I'm spicing it up with some Bulla Magic!"
I roll my eyes at her… I made sure to groan just to annoy her… She hates it when I don't take her seriously… "What are you talking about?" I said cupping my forehead.
She takes hold of it and grins. "I'm taking you out for a shopping day! Kami knows you need it…."
I could slap her and I wouldn't feel bad…. "I can't-"
"Sure you can… You just love these weird transvestite clothes so much that you're too lazy…"
It is taking every fiber of my being not to perform a violent action… "I mean I can't because I have work!"
Bulla frowned and then patted my head. Must not… hit her… must maintain longest friendship ever…. "Silly Pan! Don't you know who owns the company you work for?" Bulla turned her back on me and began to walk like a model, swaying her hips and twirling.
I close my eyes and pretend not to notice her. I swear I love her but sometimes… I wish she were more like her father…. "I know you guys own it but what does that have to do with me?"
Bulla swiftly turned on her heels and lifted a finger in my direction. She can be a real melodramatic queen sometimes… "I am technically your boss… I said you had the day off. As you know, whatever I say, goes."
It is not all it is cracked up to be. Personally, I prefer working over fussing about what the hottest new trend was. Having your best friend be the person magazines get trends off of while having her be your boss is in short… hell.
I don't know how in the world we turned out to even stomach each other… we were so different…
"Just the two of us Panny. It's been a while since we've had the day to ourselves… Pretty please!?"
There was the reason. Bulla may be "glamour-tastic" and flamboyant, but she really did care for me… despite my hermit ways…
I make my lips rumble, letting out an exasperated sigh and let my arms fall on my hips. I am such a pushover… "Fine… But just for a while Bulla. I really don't want to be sprayed to death in the perfume department."
She clapped her hands together and squealed. She is such a girl… Is this how her father feels? "Yay! But there's just one other thing…"
I inhaled and signaled for her to let me here it. She gulped and loosened her shoulders. "Marron! You can come in!"
My eyes became peeled and I let my arms fall completely on my sides. The bride to be walks in shyly into my sanctuary… My head cocks to the side and I remember who I'm with. A warm but fake smile enters my lips as I stare into the blue orbs of the blonde woman.
"Marron is coming with us." Bulla smiled as she walked over to the woman I most wanted to punch right about now. I continued to smile and bat my eyes.
My composure never failed to leave me.
Eesh... that has got to hurt... Pan, remember, you can't complain and expect Bulla to be a mind reader... Tell her how you feel! REVIEW and tell me what you thought.
AGES:
Pan: 18
Bulla: 18
Trunks: 32
Marron: 27
