"Moshi moshi, Bulma Briefs speaking," Bulma answered.
"Bulma, it's Yamucha, don't hang up!" his voice rang out as he could almost hear the
frown on her face. "Bulma, I know that we can never get back together again," he
said with as a little sadness touched his voice, "but could you come over? Just friend
to friend? I really need someone to talk to right now and your the only one that I can
have a conversation with about this," he said this so sincerely that Bulma had to give
in. What harm could come of two friends talking?
"Okay Yamucha," she gave in with a sigh, "Where do I meet you?"
"At my place," he said as he grinned into the phone. "Thank you Bulma, I owe you
one! When can you come over?"
She took a deep breath trying to think of when she was free. "The earliest I can
meet you is in 1 hour. But I only have half an hour off so we have to have a very
quick conversation," she said in a very business tone of voice.
"Okay Bulma, see you then!" he said before she heard the click that signaled he had
hung up.
Bulma let out a sigh and began typing on the keyboard again. I wonder what it is
that he wants to talk to me about. Looking back at the screen she pushed that
thought out of her mind and concentrated on her work.
SHE CAME CALLING
ONE EARLY MORNING
45 minutes later Bulma had finished her work and went upstairs to tell her mother
she was leaving. "Mom, I don't have time for lunch, Yamucha called and said he
needed to talk to me about something very important."
"Ok dear, have fun!" the eternally happy woman said, waving to her departing
daughter.
Bulma arrived 5 minutes later. She walked up to the door, a little unsure of this.
Something was telling her not to but being the friend she was she had to. Before she
even rang the door bell Yamucha opened the door and ushered her inside. The place
wasn't exactly..... clean, but it was livable. He motioned for her to follow him into the
living room where he said on the couch, motioning her to do the same. She sat, a
little uncomfortably at the opposite end from him. "What is it that you needed to talk
to me so badly?" she asked in her business voice once again.
"Bulma," Yamucha said moving closer to her and taking her hand in his. "I don't
really know how to tell you this but here goes," he started taking a deep breath,
"Bulma, I need you, I want you, I can't live without you." He said holding her hand a
little tighter as she tried to pull away. She tried to pull away again, but to no avail. So
she pulled her other hand back and slapped him, getting her hand back as reward.
SHE SHOWED HER CROWN OF THORNS
She took off at a sprint towards the door, but bumped into him at the archway of
the living room. "Yamucha what are you doing," she asked as he grabbed ahold of
her upper arms. She looked up into his eyes to see something that scared her witless.
In his eyes she saw a mixture of lust, obsession and hatred. "Yamucha, I have to get
home, dad needs me there to help him work on the new capsules," Bulma lied trying
to get away.
"You can go home Bulma, just as soon as I am finished with my 'meeting'," he said
licking his lips.
"You know Yamucha we could always go out tonight and talk, we could go to that
club that you like so much and......." she was cut off by a sharp painful slap to her
right cheek. Her head snapped back and she could feel the new bruise beginning to
form. Yamucha laughed cruelly as he slapped her again, then threw her to the floor.
Bulma watched as Yamucha advanced on her. "Please don't," she squeaked, it
barely above a whisper. "I'm telling you to SHUT UP!!" he spat as he kicked her in
the stomach.
SHE WHISPERED SOFTLY
TO TELL A STORY
ABOUT HOW SHE WAS WRONGED
As she lay there, her vision going blurry from the pain and trying desperately to
breathe, she felt herself being picked up and then carried from the room. Soon she
found herself somewhere. "Oh no," she groaned as she realized that she was on his
bed. "Yamucha, please don't," she plead nearly in tears as he ripped her shirt open.
She didn't see it but did she sure feel it as he balled his hand into a fist and ploughed
it into her face. She felt it only for the first few seconds before her brain started
shutting down, the pain of her body being too much for her to take.
She couldn't move couldn't speak as her jaw was broken. She couldn't protect
herself as she watched herself get beaten and raped over and over again until finally
god took pity on her and she passed out.
AS SHE LAY LIFELESS
HE STOLE HER INNOCENCE
When she awoke she was in so much pain that she couldn't move. Her eyes swollen
so much she could barely make out any objects around her. She lay there a moment
longer until all that had taken place set in. She began to sob but quickly quieted
herself as she felt her ribs stabbing her insides. There must have been atleast 3
broken ribs. Her eyes being as swollen almost wouldn't let her cry. Both her jaw
being broken and the fact that her ribs would completely obliterate her respiratory
system, she couldn't yell out for anyone.
She wanted to die. She didn't know what other things had been crushed but she
didn't want to know. The worst thing was though, that when he had taken her, she
had been untouched. She was still a virgin and prized that more than anything else in
the world. How could he have taken that away from her? How could he have done
the things he did to her? She didn't know, the only thing she could do now was wait.
Wait for what? Someone to find her. But where was she?
She forced her eyes to open and all she saw was some tree tops and the dark night
sky. No stars, no moon, nothing. So the only thing she could do was close her eyes
and hope that she could have a peaceful dream and pray to the lord above that
someone, anyone would find her.
AND THIS IS HOW SHE CARRIED ON
WELL I GUESS SHE CLOSED HER EYES
AND JUST IMAGINED EVERYTHING'S ALL RIGHT
to be continued............................
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hey guys I've already been asked by a few peopl if there is a mailing list. OF COURSE!!! the only small regret I have is that there will only be another 2 of the songfic chapters, not enough of the song for anymore. I may or may not add a epilogue though. The more reviews I get the better I write, and the more I like to write!! So if i get lots of reviews it would prob help me along on my decision of writing an epilogue.
Oh and by the way if any of you wanted to try listening to the song while reading this, It really helps set the mood. k bai bai!! (Wash Away Those Years by Creed)
"Bulma, it's Yamucha, don't hang up!" his voice rang out as he could almost hear the
frown on her face. "Bulma, I know that we can never get back together again," he
said with as a little sadness touched his voice, "but could you come over? Just friend
to friend? I really need someone to talk to right now and your the only one that I can
have a conversation with about this," he said this so sincerely that Bulma had to give
in. What harm could come of two friends talking?
"Okay Yamucha," she gave in with a sigh, "Where do I meet you?"
"At my place," he said as he grinned into the phone. "Thank you Bulma, I owe you
one! When can you come over?"
She took a deep breath trying to think of when she was free. "The earliest I can
meet you is in 1 hour. But I only have half an hour off so we have to have a very
quick conversation," she said in a very business tone of voice.
"Okay Bulma, see you then!" he said before she heard the click that signaled he had
hung up.
Bulma let out a sigh and began typing on the keyboard again. I wonder what it is
that he wants to talk to me about. Looking back at the screen she pushed that
thought out of her mind and concentrated on her work.
SHE CAME CALLING
ONE EARLY MORNING
45 minutes later Bulma had finished her work and went upstairs to tell her mother
she was leaving. "Mom, I don't have time for lunch, Yamucha called and said he
needed to talk to me about something very important."
"Ok dear, have fun!" the eternally happy woman said, waving to her departing
daughter.
Bulma arrived 5 minutes later. She walked up to the door, a little unsure of this.
Something was telling her not to but being the friend she was she had to. Before she
even rang the door bell Yamucha opened the door and ushered her inside. The place
wasn't exactly..... clean, but it was livable. He motioned for her to follow him into the
living room where he said on the couch, motioning her to do the same. She sat, a
little uncomfortably at the opposite end from him. "What is it that you needed to talk
to me so badly?" she asked in her business voice once again.
"Bulma," Yamucha said moving closer to her and taking her hand in his. "I don't
really know how to tell you this but here goes," he started taking a deep breath,
"Bulma, I need you, I want you, I can't live without you." He said holding her hand a
little tighter as she tried to pull away. She tried to pull away again, but to no avail. So
she pulled her other hand back and slapped him, getting her hand back as reward.
SHE SHOWED HER CROWN OF THORNS
She took off at a sprint towards the door, but bumped into him at the archway of
the living room. "Yamucha what are you doing," she asked as he grabbed ahold of
her upper arms. She looked up into his eyes to see something that scared her witless.
In his eyes she saw a mixture of lust, obsession and hatred. "Yamucha, I have to get
home, dad needs me there to help him work on the new capsules," Bulma lied trying
to get away.
"You can go home Bulma, just as soon as I am finished with my 'meeting'," he said
licking his lips.
"You know Yamucha we could always go out tonight and talk, we could go to that
club that you like so much and......." she was cut off by a sharp painful slap to her
right cheek. Her head snapped back and she could feel the new bruise beginning to
form. Yamucha laughed cruelly as he slapped her again, then threw her to the floor.
Bulma watched as Yamucha advanced on her. "Please don't," she squeaked, it
barely above a whisper. "I'm telling you to SHUT UP!!" he spat as he kicked her in
the stomach.
SHE WHISPERED SOFTLY
TO TELL A STORY
ABOUT HOW SHE WAS WRONGED
As she lay there, her vision going blurry from the pain and trying desperately to
breathe, she felt herself being picked up and then carried from the room. Soon she
found herself somewhere. "Oh no," she groaned as she realized that she was on his
bed. "Yamucha, please don't," she plead nearly in tears as he ripped her shirt open.
She didn't see it but did she sure feel it as he balled his hand into a fist and ploughed
it into her face. She felt it only for the first few seconds before her brain started
shutting down, the pain of her body being too much for her to take.
She couldn't move couldn't speak as her jaw was broken. She couldn't protect
herself as she watched herself get beaten and raped over and over again until finally
god took pity on her and she passed out.
AS SHE LAY LIFELESS
HE STOLE HER INNOCENCE
When she awoke she was in so much pain that she couldn't move. Her eyes swollen
so much she could barely make out any objects around her. She lay there a moment
longer until all that had taken place set in. She began to sob but quickly quieted
herself as she felt her ribs stabbing her insides. There must have been atleast 3
broken ribs. Her eyes being as swollen almost wouldn't let her cry. Both her jaw
being broken and the fact that her ribs would completely obliterate her respiratory
system, she couldn't yell out for anyone.
She wanted to die. She didn't know what other things had been crushed but she
didn't want to know. The worst thing was though, that when he had taken her, she
had been untouched. She was still a virgin and prized that more than anything else in
the world. How could he have taken that away from her? How could he have done
the things he did to her? She didn't know, the only thing she could do now was wait.
Wait for what? Someone to find her. But where was she?
She forced her eyes to open and all she saw was some tree tops and the dark night
sky. No stars, no moon, nothing. So the only thing she could do was close her eyes
and hope that she could have a peaceful dream and pray to the lord above that
someone, anyone would find her.
AND THIS IS HOW SHE CARRIED ON
WELL I GUESS SHE CLOSED HER EYES
AND JUST IMAGINED EVERYTHING'S ALL RIGHT
to be continued............................
*******************************************************************************
hey guys I've already been asked by a few peopl if there is a mailing list. OF COURSE!!! the only small regret I have is that there will only be another 2 of the songfic chapters, not enough of the song for anymore. I may or may not add a epilogue though. The more reviews I get the better I write, and the more I like to write!! So if i get lots of reviews it would prob help me along on my decision of writing an epilogue.
Oh and by the way if any of you wanted to try listening to the song while reading this, It really helps set the mood. k bai bai!! (Wash Away Those Years by Creed)