THE SHOUT OUTS!
Wild Colors: Yayyy! I'm glad you caught up, lol.
kimdc413 : I agree, her attitude is keeping the story interesting and funny. It's amazing Trunks didn't stay a brat considering who his parents are :)
Wolf Zelda: Thanks for reviewing!
cp193: Thanks! I'm definitely fond of it, too.
snoro: You get the bunny face ( = ^_^ =)
loveSetoxSerenity4ever: Funny how she does take after Vegeta without me actively trying to make her that way.
Gohan's Saiyan Warrior: HAHA I LOVE IT! I'm sooo going to do that with my brothers! That's a good one!
Selym: No, Trunks' gf wasn't really ugly, Bulla just saw her that way.
Perfect Carnage: I can't remember all the events of GT, so I'll only show a little of what Bulla did while T,P, and G were away.
FoxyMonday: Yep, he misses her sweet and adorable days. Bulla is growing up too fast.
fkp5: ( ^_^ )
Awesomegirl789 : Lol, 1 month and 11 days later is my idea of updating soon. :D
Guest: Haha I'm evil. Goten is just too pure. . .I have to pick on him in every story I write. Mwahahaha *cough* haa.
Sean: Yes, it will happen eventually. I wont wait until the very, very end. Promise. But Teelee (Me the fab writer) is a liar, so. . .we'll see.
PokeBallXD: I thought of Chaotzu for for some reason. . .:)
MarronChesnut: Yo! I liked your version of the poem. Oh, thank you! Sorry, I'm a liar! I told you, I think, that i'd update more than 1 when I updated.
wittykittylizzie: lol. Don't worry, I understood.
blackwolfcat: Ta-da! I'm still continuing it! yay!
Ermilus: I dare you to randomly give your sisters a hug and say," Thank you!" ( for not being a brat like Bulla, but don't say that) Then walk away. It's fun, she'll get suspicious.
ss3neji: thank you!
Guest 5/2/13 . chapter 20: cant wait for the next chapter :) :) :) - - I hope you waited. Cuz it's here!
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jessica hardman : *in squeakiest voice* Awwww, thank you. That's so sweet! *now in a Bulla voice* I know, right.
Breezybiatch : Thank you!
Thank you everyone else for reviewing ( the ones who haven't made it to chapter 20) and thanks for FAVORITING, & FOLLOWING. And if you're still with me. . . Thanks for being loyal and patient! I know, I know, What da fuq have I been doing all this time? Whoa and the shout outs are on top, CUH-RAY-ZY! lol, my cousin used to love that. Speed limit would be 25MPH & I'd turn to her and say," It's a little crazy, but I'm going 26MPH! I'm a speeder!" Cuh-ray-zy!
- - Bulla age 14. Trunks age 25 - -
"Mom. Woman. Bulma."
" Being grounded for scaring off another one of Brother's girlfriends isn't fun." I whined into the cell phone." Is Mom going to keep me grounded my whole life?"
"Just stop scaring his girlfriends away!" Pan sighed from the other end.
"Are you serious? I don't want my future nieces and nephews to look like a hairy goat that just got hit by a truck!" What is wrong with my brother? Why does he only bring home ugly, annoying women? Why can't he actually date someone gorgeous for once?
"You're exaggerating," Pan laughed. In the background I heardher telling Goten," You're in my seat."
"No I'm not [exaggerating]." I rolled my eyes." Just so you know, I'm rolling my eyes."
"Look, you have two options. 1.) You can stop being a control freak and let Trunks be happy. In that future you'll have "hairy goat" nieces and nephews as you put it."
"What's my second option?" I asked, opening the fridge to look for a snack. Why am I even asking Pan important questions about Brother's life? She's twelve!
"In the second option, the outcome is you have ugly, mutated, inbred nieces and nephews who are also your children."
I spit out the milk I had started to drink." Eww! Gross!"
"Yeah, I know, but that's what will happen if you don't start letting Trunks choose his own girlfriends."
"No not that. I just drank spoiled milk." Instead of throwing away the carton like I know I should, I tighten the lid on it and put it back in the refrigerator. It's Mom or Dad's problem now.
After gurgling and spitting out a mouthful of water into the sink- -to clean out the sour taste- -, I head down to Mom's bedroom, resuming my conversation with Pan." Okay, I'm back. What were we talking about again?"
"Turn it back to channel thirty!" Pan screamed, most likely talking to Goten.
"I am not watching those kid shows!" Goten argued.
Pan argues with Goten some more, and there's a loud sound. A door slams, and when Pan speaks, the background is completely quiet."I'm going to see a movie tomorrow. I have a date!"
Mom wasn't in her bedroom, so I decided to lay on her bed and wait for her. I asked some questions about the boy Pan was going out with, but I didn't bother to remember his name.
Neither of us have good luck when it comes to dating. My dates only make it as far as the living room, but mysteriously disappear after I find one of my missing shoes. Something always goes missing before any big date of mine: Shoes, jacket, purse. . . I don't understand it! It always happens!
In the middle of Pan's story, I fall asleep. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I swear I heard her yell," Are you even listening to me?"
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Dad flopped onto his side of the bed like a whale. It scared me! My body actually rose two inches off the bed! How can Mom put up with him? Instead of turning around to ask him why he woke me from my beauty sleep, I dug my cell phone out from under my head, checking to see if Pan was still talking to me. She wasn't, so I flipped the phone shut. It's not my fault she's boring enough to put me to sleep.
I was about to get up, until Dad's massive hand draped over my waist. My whole body turned to ice under his touch. This isn't how daddies are supposed to touch their daughters!
"You look beautiful today, Woman." He purred into the back of my head, his nose brushing against my hair.
My jaw dropped.
He thinks I'm Mom!
I wanted to scream, but instead I choked out." Daddy. . . ?"
He flew off the bed like a startled cat.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!" He roared.
I quickly jumped up and pressed my back against the wall. I didn't know which was worse: being confused for a middle-aged woman or being hit on by my Dad!
"I-I was waiting for Mom." I stuttered, my back not leaving the safety of the wall as I shuffled towards the door. Dad kept his distance, his eyes looking hostile." I wanted to ask her if I was still grounded." I paused at the door, then asked." Am I?"
He lowered his head and massaged his temples." No."
My hands gestured in the air as I thought about what I could say to relieve the awkwardness, but there was nothing I could say. All we could do was try to forget about this scarring incident.
I forced myself to smile, but felt crazy as my eyes widened." I guess I'll see you at dinner."
He kept his eyes on the floor." Yep."
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My mouth stretched and all my teeth were visible as I silently screamed, unable to forget the incident that happened less than three hours ago. The veins in my neck throbbed as I sealed my eyes shut, cringing at the memory.
Mom and Brother held their spoons halfway to their mouths. Both of them focused on my bizarre behavior. Dad's face was beet red as he glowered at me from across the table, wishing he could strangle the memories and my embarrassing behavior out from me.
Dad's death glare worked on them. They didn't ask questions.
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The next day I stood in front of the sink swishing my mouth with clean water. I walked into my own trap! I stupidly drank the spoiled milk! This time I threw it out, making sure I wouldn't drink sour milk again. I heard Brother come into the kitchen as I leaned forward to spit into the sink, some of my hair falling into my face.
I stood straight and sighed, annoyed with the long hair covering my eyes. I was about to brush it away, until Brother kissed me on the cheek. For five seconds, my heart stopped.
"Hey Mom," He greeted, walking to my left side to get himself a glass from the cubbard." How was your day?"
I should've told him I wasn't Mom. I should've moved the hair from my face. I should've walked away! But. . .Brother had never talked to me like this before. He was never cheerful around me. His sentences were always short commands or a scolding. For once, I wanted to know what it was like to be awknowledged without. . .hate.
I bobbed my head in response, knowing he'd figure out I wasn't Mom by the sound of my voice.
Brother laughed. He laughed! In front of me! Without Goten or Mom around!
Brother told me about work, about the co worker who gets on his nerves, all while pouring himself a glass of juice. He talked animatedly, with feeling, not like the calm robotic brother he always pretends to be around me.
I was smiling at first, happy to see his different expressions. Happy to hear his voice in a lighter way, but I knew he would never act like himself around me. My smile turned into a straight line, and the straight line started to droop.
I wanted to cry.
Everyone was right, Brother doesn't love me. He'll probably never love me!
"What are you doing?" Brother chuckled, setting his glass of juice down on the counter. He reached out. I turned my head, but not before he swept back my bangs, revealing my face.
He inhaled a sharp breath.
I daringly looked him in the eyes, ready for him to yell at me. His hand stayed on the top of my head, holding back my bangs for a long time. He looked surprised, like he was seeing a ghost. It was hilarious! His eyebrows were practically touching his hairline and his eyes never looked that huge before. . . I couldn't help it, I giggled.
That did it.
Brother's eyes narrowed.
He hated me.
"Sorry," I mumbled, bumping into Mom on my way out of the kitchen.
"Bulla what's wrong?" She asked, concerned.
I glanced back at her, my hair swaying from the wind I created." You need to cut your hair! You're starting to look like an old witch!"
I felt bad for hurting Mom's feelings, but I knew she wouldn't cut her hair unless she had a good reason to. I was sick of everyone mistaking me for her. It wasn't a good feeling.
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I sobbed into my pillow a long time. Mom knocked on my door and told me she was going to the salon to get a hair cut. I could feel her waiting behind the door, so I stopped crying. Was she wanting me to talk her out of it? Did she want me to tell her she looks beautiful with long hair? I kept my lips sealed shut. The shadow of Mom's feet disappeared. I heard her grab the keys. And I looked out the window, watching her get into her car.
I felt better.
Ten minutes passed. I pressed my ear against my bedroom door, listening to the sounds outside the hall. Brother had gone to his bedroom three minutes ago. Dad passed, trotting toward the gravity room, but that was six minutes ago. I left my room, happy that Dad and Brother wouldn't see me with puffy eyes. Things between us were awkward enough, I didn't need to add crybaby sister/daughter into the mix. Mom is the emotional one. Not me. I'm not like her!
With Mom at the salon, I decided to get takeout. I knew Dad wouldn't yell at me, he was still feeling guilty for yesterday's incident, so I swiped his keys from the hook and took the credit card from his wallet. No one was here to cook dinner. Technically, I wasn't breaking any rules. This was an emergency.
I found the capsule containing his car in the lobby, behind the desk, on the first shelf. I threw the capsule in the center of the lobby.
POOF! Dad's black, roofless car appeared. I had never driven before but I thought, how hard could it be?
I got in it, adjusted the seat and mirrors, buckled in my seatbelt and put the key in the ignition. The most important thing I forgot to do , I realised after backing into someone, was actually use the mirrors to make sure nobody was behind me.
I hit a kid. He yelled," Hey, ouch!"
The back of Dad's car caved in on itself. I bit the tips of my finger, oh no! Dad's going to kill me! I quickly hopped out of the car to survey the damage. Yep. I'm a gone. The entire back bumper is gone!
"Hi, Bulma!" The boy giggled, lifting Dad's car with his right hand- - the hand he used to squish the bumper!
"You little brat!" I screeched, pulling on the ends of my hair." You have two minutes to fix that car before I kill you!"
The boy blinked at me, his eyes widening at the car." But I don't know how."
I roared the way Mom would when she's beyond mad. I call it her dinosaur roar.
Bending metal and parts being thrown on the ground silenced me. In two minutes, the boy turned Dad's car into a scrap pile. He scratched the back of his spiky, black head." Gee. I don't think I fixed it right."
"Grrrrrrr!" I growled, my fists shaking.
"Hey don't look at me," The boy whimpered, waving his arms." I told you I didn't know how to fix it Bulma!"
"MY NAME IS NOT BULMA! DO I LOOK LIKE AN OLD WOMAN TO YOU!" I yelled, hoping to scare this little pest away.
The boy titled his head and stared at me." No, I guess you're not old. Did Pilaf turn you into a kid too?"
"Who are you?" I snapped. This boy needs to go back to his mommy before I. .. . wait a minute! He's not human! Humans aren't this strong! Then, who. . .?
"Oh, you must be Bulla." The boy laughed." I keep forgetting I've been away for a long time. Pan has also grown up a lot since the last time I've seen her." The boy pointed at my face." Has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Bulma when she was young?"
"All the time," I said drily, perking up as I realised a way to get out of trouble." Goku? Can you do me a favor? Please tell my Dad you fixed his car. He'll be very happy."
Goku glanced down at the pile of scraps of what used to be my Dad's favorite car. " I fixed it? I thought cars were supposed to look. . ..more together."
"No, no." I said, handing him the keys." Trust me. It's fixed."
Goku took the keys and smiled."Okay."
I made sure he was inside the house before running down the street, getting as far away as possible from the wrath of my angry Dad.
Funny true story: This happened to me once. I took a nap on Mom's bed, and my Twin jumped on me like a puppy. I was angry, it wasn't a fun way to wake up, especially since he called me "Mom." I will never forget the look on his face: Surprise, fear, and. . .betrayal. For a long time my siblings called me Mom, then gasped or laughed when I turned around & saw I wasn't her. Finally, i cut my long hair ( which came to my hips). It was also my worst haircut- - I wanted hair like Alice Cullen from Twilight. :D