Disclaimer: I do not
own DBZ nor its characters…
Setting: still
before Trunks is born and before they get together…
A/N: I got part of
the idea for this story from someone else's story that I've read but can't
remember where or when or who…
Bulma stared
at her computer screen. She was
frustrated enough to almost throw that piece of junk across the room. But of course she didn't. She had to find some other way to vent out
her turmoil emotions. Perhaps when she
came back the answer would pop out at her.
She left
her laboratory and headed outside. The
sun was directly overhead. The heat of
midday only added to her frustration.
There was no escape. She had to
let it out. So she did. She kicked one of the many trees causing a
flurry of leaves to fall to the ground.
That felt good. So she kicked it
again.
That tree
stood for many things: the computer program that wouldn't work right, her
constant need to be perfect, her stress of being the President of Capsule
Corps, her loneliness…
She had so
many friends and a boyfriend, who was a great guy…but he never seemed to fill
the void in her heart. She could feel
them drifting apart. And this business
with the androids was not helping their relationship.
"Why do I
have to be always alone?" she wondered aloud, her head against the bark of the
tree.
"Maybe it's
because you're standing out here by yourself," a crude voice interrupted her
thoughts.
She felt
her anger flare up. Today was not a
good day to mess with Bulma Briefs.
Without a warning, she launched a kick which landed square on his
side. Yamcha had taught her some moves
earlier in the week.
"So you
want to fight?"
She didn't
answer him and instead threw a punch.
The tree had been replaced by her arrogant guest. It didn't hurt him, she knew. But that didn't stop her from hitting him
again. This time she only bruised
herself.
"Stupid…weak…,"
he muttered. She used her other good
arm to swing at him but he caught it and held onto her wrist. He moved her arm lower.
"Aim for the soft spots, not the
armor."
So she did. She used him like a punching bag for all her
anger and pain and sorrow and all the wrongs of the world.
"Had enough?" he asked the now
panting Bulma. She merely shook her
head, her throat too dry to produce any intelligible sounds.
He walked off to his gravity
chamber. She watched him leave from the
corner of her eye. It was another one
of those moments where his presence made her feel good. Only he tolerated and accepted her fierce
temper. She liked that. Maybe having him around wasn't such a bad
thing after all.
A/N: I don't know
how good or bad it is compared to the last one…
