Yep, I think it's aboout time to update this baby as well. The last chapter seemed like an utter disaster. Whatever. Did you miss me? Doubt it. Whatever...


Pure Angelic Desires

Chapter Seven: Egoism

After finding out about my hair being cut, I shoved Vegeta out of the house, completely ignoring his growled compliants, and decided to take matters in my own hands. Bad idea. But do you have a better one? Thought so. Then shut the hell up, it's my mind and my life! Dear God, I'm in some serious need for a shrink. Do you have the phone of a good one? I'd be really thankful to you if you do...

I think that people are reading my thoughts. Isn't there someone to help me! Doubt it. Anyway...

I got on the second floor and searched for my scissors. I looked at them swallowing hard a lump that has risen in my throat by the sight of them. I hate doing this to my hair, I always did. Mostly because I suck at it. I suck at everything, but that's just besides the point. I laced my fingers inbetween the thing and took a tress of my lavender hair. Here goes nothing...


I just knew it. How could someone be possibly as stubborn as me, when they know they suck at cutting hair! Most of all, their own hair! It's not usual, as you can sense it yourself. I look as if someone has been chewing on me for hours and has just spitten me out. I look like an utter mess, you might declare. And damn right you are going to be!

A ring on the door startled me and I almost shoved the scissors in my eye ball. So goddamn close I was. Who could be bothering me at this time of the day! I jumped furiously down the stairs, taking three at a time, expecting to meet Vegeta's smirking mug behind the door, but I was more than puzzled to meet obsidian eyes, just the same colour as his, staring back at me. Yet, they belonged to a girl with raven hair and a shy expression was planted on her features. She was staring up at me as I did back at her. She seemed a bit younger than me. What could be bringing her here?

"How may I help you, miss?" I asked politely making the girl on my front blush slightly. I feel like a guy flirting with a virgin, who had never before seen a man in her whole life besides her father and other family members that did not really count.

"Um, are you Bulma Briefs?" She asked my shyly, examining the room behind my back before her gaze landed on my hair and fixed permanently there. I didn't quite understand why that made me feel kind of... uneasy.

"Who wants to know?" I heard myself ask suspiciously as the girl eyed me from head to toe. She was rather shocked to see the bruises and cuts over my deadly pale porcelain skin.

"Um..." I guess she wasn't really used to such sharp remarks such as mine. Too bad for her. Don't plan on changing any time soon. "Me and my father just moved in the house just next to yours and I thought about... Y'know, getting to know the neighbours?" The last sentence came out of her mouth more like a question than a statement, and I don't really blame her. Most of the people freak out when I stare at them as long as I stared at her now. My cerulean eyes might be beautiful to the untrained eye, but they are stressing to people, who were afraid of me, shy, or whatever. I know from other not so pleasant experiences.

"I don't bite you know." I muttered as I rested my hand on the door frame for support of my tired body. The beat up I received today was more than enough to get me on the bed for a few hours. Yet, I would never say that out loud even if it takes my life not to. It's just the way I am. Quite an enigma, huh?

"Excuse me?" The junior blinked at me in confusion. I sighed and stepped aside.

"Nevermind. Why don't you come in? I don't really feel comfortable with the stupid neighbours staring at us while we talk, I don't know how you feel about it." I threw a threatening glance at the flame-haired neighbour boy who was currently lying on a tree in the front yard of his house. He sneered and looked aside. I bet he heard what I just said. The damn eavesdropper!

"Oh, by the way, my name is ChiChi. I thought you would have to know since we're going to be neighbours from now on." With that said she stepped inside my home. Strange girl. Well, the least I could do to make her loosen up a bit is make her do something for me.

"You're just on time to help me with my hair getting a new hair-do." I muttered and showed her the scissors in my hand as I stated that. She squealed and put her hands together. The magic I do with my words. Didn't I just tell you I love being sarcastic? Have you forgotten already? Shame on you, shame on you...

"Oh, I'm an absolute expert about haircuts." The ChiChi girl spoke as she snatched the scissors out of my grasp in a rather swift movement. Great, at least one of us is. She pushed me to the nearest couch as if she was in her own home and made me sit down, running behind my seated form, positioning her hands above my head. I was so damn sure she looked like a psycho right about then. This girl seemed just as strange as I was. I smirked mentally. Great. Finally someone to talk to. Well, it wasn't like I wasn't talking with Veggie-boy, but let's not get carried away from the topic, shall we? It's just different when you know there's someone of the same gender. It's easier for us girls to understand each other rather than I could ever understand Vegeta and his ways.

"Now tell me, how do you want your hair to look like? Something special? Anything?" She spoke in a way too enthusiastic tone than I anticipated. I just ignored the alarming of my senses that this was not going to end well.

"Nothing. Just make it look good, okay?" I could feel her grin burying itself deep down in my skull.

"You got it!"

And she began working her magic over my unwilling head. And I certainly hoped she could do miracles, because I could really use one with the way my hair looked like now.


I could barely believe my eyes. Was that my own reflection staring back at me from that mirror! I turned around, my suspicions confirming. Yep, that was me, alright. And damn right it was!

She was truly unique about this. I would have never figured out how to manage a hair-do so masterly such as she has. My hair was like on stages in the backside - the highest being the biggest, decreasing as you moved your eyes down. There were a few tresses falling by my ears and, of course, my fringe. I looked absolutely gorgeous, goddamn this! I can't really believe it! Seriously, I can't!

I turned around on my heel, taking in ChiChi's expectant expression.

"Well? What do you think of yourself?" She urged me. I remained calm as a heavy stone in the middle of a river's stream, making her feel the butterflies in her stomach that I despised so much. Then I grinned from ear to ear.

"Damn it ChiChi, where did you learn to cut hair like that! I look absolutely hot! And, mind you, I never look hot! At least not until now!" I exclaimed and threw a hand over the smaller girl's shoulder. She giggled and placed the scissors down.

"I guess it's a gift of some sort." She smiled full-heartedly at me. I smiled back. I was going to like this friendship. At least I hoped it would turn into a friendship. Things seemed to finally turn up good on me. My face stretched into a grin. Maybe I wasn't as unfortunate as I thought at first?


I sat on the alley in front of the house when I sent ChiChi back home to her father. In the meantime, I have introduced myself to him as just Bulma, as I was sure he has figured out who I am. Well, at least after ChiChi did herself.

The whole family was quite nice. I could grow to even like them. I was so busy being happy today that I totally forgot about Vegeta...

And when I sat on the alley, I heard screaming from the house to my side. I cringed at the memory of the teenage boy from my class with strange habits. I turned around just to make sure he wasn't already out, but I had luck he wasn't. I didn't feel like encountering him right now. I was too happy for that. As egoistic as it may sound to you. But I have been alone this whole time. How could I end my own happiness by being reminded of his traumatic life? I have this bad habit to feel for the person that tells me their story or just anything. I feel like being the one that's living their tale. And I didn't feel like sympathizing with him right now. Too engulfed with my own happiness to do that.

"I'm right here, woman. There's no need to scan around for me." My face dropped. Damn, and I was so close to having a peaceful time out.

I turned around and glared at him through the dimming blackness of the night that was descending upon us. I can bet my head that he has figured out about my glare because I could hear his chuckle from behind.

"Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for your black humouring me or trying to set me off, or anything. Just take the hint and leave." Damn, I'm such a bitch. But I like it. And that's the worst part of all...

"I'm on my property, I have no intentions of leaving anywhere. As for yourself, be happy as much as you want. I could care less." I heard stirring of something in the crown of the tree. I assume he had lied on the branch or something like that.

And that's when it hit me. How could I be so selfish about the first person that shared their trust with me? I certainly didn't dream, even in my most courageous day-dreams, that the arrogant neighbour boy would refer to me as a friend, but he had told me that he trusted me. He had even admitted it to me aloud! How could I be such a bitch to him? Him, of all people. The one who started to make me believe I was actually a person, the one who actually made me believe I can feel compassion, guilt, even develop feelings as deep as devotion and friendship!

I stood up and dusted my clothes off. I took a short walk towards the fence, jumping over it, straddling closer to the tree he was sitting on. I saw the curiosity shining in his eyes, no matter how he tried to hide it, having the darkness as his trusty assisstant. I tried to pull myself up on the branch he was sitting on, but with no success. I growled and tried again. Yes, yes, I'm doing it! Ah!

I was going to fall, when he took a painful grip on my wrist and lifted me up. How could he do that when I'm almost the same weight as him? That would probably stay a secret to me till the end of my days. All thoughts were washed away from my head when he glared at my eyes from a very close range. I swallowed hard and grinned sheepishly at him.

"Just what are you implying?" He asked suspiciously as he set me right next to himself and sat back on the wide branch. Jeez, there was place for ChiChi here as well. Am I going to associate everything with that girl! I don't really want to know... I am quite starting to sound like an idiot. Pinch me out of it while there's still time and hope!

"I dunno. I thought I'd join your lonely self." I relaxed back a little. Stiffness is not good for your health, my father's words played in my head again. More like his rephrased words. I snickered. I never forgot anything he has ever said to me, as trivial as I may sound.

"What's so funny?" He snapped at me, causing me to roll my eyes. "And just what makes you think that I, of all people, am lonely?" His bark reached my ears none too gently.

"Well, for an example, because I know how you feel. You can't really fool someone who has been that road already, Vegeta..." His onyx orbs roamed over the two houses' fences, suddenly finding them extremely interesting. "And besides, I'd never want to leave anyone that has the guts to talk to me without stuttering and blushing." I could laugh at the bare thought of Vegeta with reddened cheeks. It was simply hilarious.

"Why would anyone be scared of someone like you?" He asked non-chantilly. I shrugged.

"Because they're afraid they might get some girly germs or that stupidity and madness is contagious." I heard Vegeta snort beside me.

"That's stupid."

"I never said my schoolmates have grown up, didn't I?" His expression never changed as glanced at me. I looked curiously back at him.

"WHAT!" I snapped when his stare was making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Damn him! And the nerve he had! After my outburst, he just chuckled and looked away. Why that...

"So, you're going to skid around with that harpy?" I frowned deeply at his insulting question. Hey! ChiChi was a very nice girl! Sure, she was a bit too ecstatic at times, but since when was that a bad thing?

"Don't call ChiChi that, she's a wonderful girl!" I came to know this on the second hour we spent together. Quite fast in my judgements, aren't I? But they are always quite right, dare I say...

"Wonderful girls don't have infernal mood swings." Hm, he had a point there, I had to admit. Well, not really, but anyway.

"That's why I like her. She kind of resembles me." I smiled at the memory of when I pissed her off spilling juice on her t-shirt and she tried to hit me with a frying pan out of her pocket. It looked like it was made of something light, but I didn't want to figure it out just yet. The girl was quite cracked and that was another reason for me to love her ever more!

"Everyone resembles you." I barely heard his quiet voice. His orbs were fixed somewhere I couldn't lock with them. It took me some time to register what his words really meant before I smiled again, for what time I lost count of this day.

"Does that mean you do too?" His snort was evident as his head jerked at my direction.

"Don't flatter yourself too much." He jumped off from the branch, still staring at me like he did earlier. What was wrong with this guy today!

I tried to get off myself but I found I was being way too clumsy today for my own liking. I nearly fell down. And when I thought everything was fine, I really did!

"Oof!" I muttered when my head hit something hard and yet, not hard enough to be considered ground. I stared up to see Vegeta's glare down at me. I laughed nervously and pulled away from his hands I have noticed once they were gone off of my shoulders. Honestly, something was so goddamn wrong today... Everything was quite strange for any of my standards.

Without a word spoken, he retreated to his home, or at least where he lived, and I did as well. There was something horribly wrong with everything and I had still to find out what was going on. But, I'll think about all of this tomorrow. I want to have some sleep now, even though it's so early. I feel like having that pretty pillow beneath my heavy newly cut hair and a cover over my backside. I'm so fucking tired. The whole day was a dope, really... I feel completely drained out of physical, not to mention mental, power...


Well, that does it for chapter six. I'd like to inform anyone who is actually reading this, that my Word is being a bitch to me and if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes that the Yahoo spell check has overlooked, I'm terribly sorry.