Walking on broken glass

By: Burikko / Katie.G

I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT. This is strictly a fan fiction. I do not plan on making a profit out of this story.

Chapter 6 ""

He was at a loss for words; never in his life did he think he would see her again. All these years he thought that she just vanished, just like that. Seeing her brought memories back… He exhaled slightly as he walked off the cliff and slowly floated down to the ground.

"Hey there." He said, forcing a smile. "Long time no see."

"Long time? It's been forever!" She said stepping a bit closer to him.

"So, um…" He paused and took a small step back, and smiled once more. "How are you doing?"

"Oh… You know… Same old thing, just a different day."

He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at her. A long awkward silence came over them. Both of them fidgeted and fiddled with their hands.

"Well um… I have to get going." Tien said softly as he slowly began to turn around.

"I love you."

He stopped as his eyes went wide. A gasp escaped his lips as he quickly spun back around. She stood, feet planted in the ground, arms to her side, and eyes staring right at him. He thought for a moment that she was on the verge of tears.

"What?"

Her eyes traced to the ground, she was silence for a moment. She didn't know if she should repeat what she just said. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked back up at him.

"I love you." She repeated. "… We were together for a long time, but we both we're to thick headed to ever admit it to each other. I've been through so much, and seeing you again made me realize…" She paused and shook her head. "I just wanted you to hear it."

Tien squinted his eyes a little and looked into her eyes. He had this weird emotion in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't quite explain. Frustration, pity, and lonely all squished into one.

"Kushami, I left you when you promised me that you wouldn't commit anymore crimes. I came home and you fixed us a huge dinner, but only to find out that you stole the money so that you can do so."

"But…"

"Do you know what I read in the news paper yesterday?" He asked, closing his eyes as if he was picturing the headline he saw. "…Young woman, identified as Launch to stand trail on unknown date for murder."

"But I didn't…"

"You haven't change Kushami…" He said, opening up his eyes. "I can't trust you're words anymore."

"I didn't do it!!" She yelled at him, clutching her fists.

"I wish I could believe you…"

His back slowly turned on her as he slowly lifted in the sky, then zipped out of sight. Kushami stared at the spot where his figure had disappeared and fell onto her hands and knees. She bit onto her bottom lip and clamped her eyes shut. She was so sick of crying… She wouldn't allow herself to give in. She calmed down a little and clutched the sand in her hands. She quickly stood up and threw the sand into the air, her sorrow replaced with anger.

"Oh yeah?? Well who the hell needs you, you fucking bastard!! Screw you!" She screamed.

She stood there in silence, hoping for some kind of responds. …Nothing.

"…I don't need you." She looked down and that's when she realized that… she was alone…

Yamcha slowly walked in the bar and sat down at his usual stool, laying his forehead down on the table.

"Yamcha, it's been a few days, where you been?" The bartender asked, as his wiped down a shot glass.

"I don't even know anymore." He said, not bothering to even raise his head. "Just give me scotch on the rocks, Frank."

"Love to, but somebody came in and cleaned out the last bottle. I wouldn't have served her anymore then four but she insisted. I sent somebody down to the store to fetch some more. You can order something else or you can wait if you like." He said as he inspected the shot glass, then set it down in front of him.

"Who the hell could have cleaned out a whole bottle of scotch?" Yamcha asked, glaring up at the bartender.

"AH-CHOO!"

Yamchas eyes widened as he heard that sneeze. His head quickly shot up as he peered down the bar.

"No. I couldn't be…"

He got up and walked slowly to the end of the bar. Right at the last stool, sat a very confused but happy Launch.

"Wha?" She looked around, with a goofy smile. "What am I… What am I dooing hare?" She noticed Yamcha and began to snicker. "Psst… Ya know… ya look like shum coot guy I know." She laughed. "But don't shoe DARE tell 'em."

Yamcha blushed slightly as he looked around, noticing how much attention Launch was getting. He forced a laugh and gently tugged on her arm.

"Heh, lets go Launch…"

"Rude!" She snapped. "I'm not even done 'wit my dwink…" With her goofy grin she took a sip then stuck out her tongue. "Blah… 'k, I'm done."

Yamcha tugged on her arm once more, but she barley moved. Finally Yamcha eventually picked her up and carried her out of the bar.

"Do you remember what happened?" Yamcha asked, looking concerned and confused. "How did you get here?"

"…Remember wha?" She asked, that drunken grin never leaving her face.

He sighed softly. Seeing Launch like this finally made him realized what his life had become. I mean, he was always aware of what he was doing, but he realized now how deep in shit he was. He really let himself go and didn't think or care about the consequences. …He couldn't do it anymore. Somebody was depending on them, weather they would admit it or not.

"I promise…" He said as he held onto Launch tightly. "To help you any way I can." He spoke in a strong voice, looking forwards as he walked.

BLECK

"…Den can shoe help me clean up my shirt?" She hiccupped.

"………"

"Yamcha, I'm scared. I don't know if I want to do this…"

Yamcha looked over at her, smiled slightly and took a hold of her hand, squeezing it a little. He certainly didn't want her to do something she was unsure of, but… it could be their only hope to find out what was going on in Launch's head and why she didn't remember what happened after she sneezed that night.

"I want force you to… But it would really put my mind at ease." He said.

"…Okay." She smiled a bit. "I'll do it for you."

She let out a heavy sigh, and walked along side Yamcha as they entered Capsule Corporations...

Authors Note:

Hi everybody! Burikko here. Thanks to everybody who commented, and I'm sorry I'm to lazy to mention names. I was kind of worried that I didn't keep the characters in... well... character. Plus I still think I need to make longer chapters, but my attention span is short. Anyway, comments and suggestions are loved!