Chapter 1: Never Again
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ -or- Nickelback. I've got to get over it.
A/N: Half of this is chapter is written out, half coming from my head. Anyway, let me know which you think is better (though typing will be faster, I'm sure) I think that's it... so I'll get started on the story!
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Bulma Kroeger was not the average 17-year-old. She was of an average height, but with shoulder-length blue hair and stunning sapphire eyes. However, she didn't like her family.
She lived in one of the dumpiest houses in town. This was mostly due to her father, who would waste his paycheck on drinks, then come home to abuse her and her mother. Bulma knew she would never want to stay like that forever, so she studied. Science was her passion, but she worked on some self defense, too.
Bulma was sitting on her cot, reading a beat-up science book. Just about time to go to sleep. Maybe he won't come back tonight. Bulma heard a faint thud from her room. Shit. He came back.
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when you see him clenching his hands
She's just a woman... never again
Boom. "Kristina! Get your ass over here!"
Bulma's mother ran to the living room, obviously scared of what could happen if she didn't come. Bulma eavesdropped as best as she could. It started as quiet conversation, but quickly escalated into a shouting match.
"I never cheated on you, Nik!"
"I talked with your 'friend' Pam's husband. He told me everything!"
"I can't believe you trust an acquaintance over your wife!" Those words stung. Crash. Thud. Bulma's mother wouldn't say anything else tonight. Bulma waited a minute. "Bulma! Get your ass out here!"
Bulma left her small cramped room and walked to the living room. "You're a scientist," he said with sarcasm. "Fix her up, and good." He left the living room for his bedroom.
I hear her scream from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me... "go back to bed"
I'm terrified that she'll wind up dead in his hands
She's just a woman... never again
Been there before but not like this
Seen it before but not like this
Never before have I seen it this bad
She's just a woman... never again
Bulma waited for the door to shut, then leaned over her mother. "Mom? Can you hear me?"
Bulma's mom's eyes opened. "I'm all right, Bulma. Why don't you go back to bed?" She tried to lift herself from the floor, but fell when she put some weight on her right arm. "Maybe I'm not all right. I think my shoulder is broken."
"It's starting to swell. I'll go and get some ice for you, then call the doctor." Before her mother could protest, Bulma went to the kitchen. She made an ice pack, gave it to her grateful mother, then went to the phone. She called the doctor.
"Doctor Peake speaking."
"Doc? It's Bulma. Can you see my mom? Something's wrong with her shoulder."
"Sure, Bulma. Take her to the hospital and I'll see her there." Click.
Bulma scribbled a note to her dad and grabbed the car keys. "Mom? Let's get you in the car. We're gonna see the Doc."
Just tell the nurse you slipped and fell
It starts to sting as it starts to swell
She looks at you... she wants the truth
ItÕs right out there in the waiting room with those hands
Lookin' just as sweet as he can... never again
Seen it before but not like this
Been there before but not like this
Never before have I ever seen it this bad
She's just a woman... never again
(A/N: Here comes the spontaneous typing!)
The Doc came out of the emergency room just as Bulma was pulling up. "What happened?" he asked.
"Same old, same old," Bulma's mom said. "I'm just so clumsy."
Bulma wanted to say something else, but couldn't bring herself to it. It wasn't her mother, it was her father. Why couldn't she just admit it?
Bulma and her mother sat in a small room and waited for a couple of hours, not speaking. Five minutes before the doctor came in, Nik burst through the door. "You didn't blab, did you?"
Father's a name you haven't earned yet
You're just a child with a temper
Haven't you heard "don't hit a lady"
Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure
"No. But I wanted to!" Bulma said defiantly.
"Bulma!" Her mother scolded.
"I did! I'm sick of staying at that dump, getting beaten up practically every night, living in my own house in fear. I want to get out!"
Nik raised his right hand. The doctor burst in. "Get out! I heard the entire thing!" Nik left without a word, but shot a murderous look at Bulma. "You're going to have to tell me what's going on at your house, Bulma. But first, let's fix up that arm." He smiled weakly.
The arm was fixed soon. Bulma's mom left the room without a word, but slight blubbering was the only sound coming from her.
"Tell me what's happening at your house. I can get you out of there if it's bad enough."
Bulma told the whole story, from being scared of her dad as a kid to growing up, trying to learn to fight it. "It sounds as if your case is bad enough. I'm going to call the proper people. You'll probably be out of your house tomorrow. But you'll have to go home this morning."
"WHAT?!" Bulma was in shock. Just as she thought she had an out, the door was slammed shut in her face.
"Just for a day. Gather up your favorite things and be ready to leave tonight or tomorrow morning."
Bulma angrily left the office and went home. Her parents were silently waiting on the couch.
"Bulma?" Her mother called her.
"What?!"
"Would you come in here, please?"
"Fine!" She stomped into the living room. Her dad was there, hands clenched. "You're going to tell the people that I haven't touched you or your mother!"
"And why should I?!"
Nik pulled out a .22. "That's why."
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how fuckin' tough is this man
Pulls the trigger fast as she can... never again
Seen it before but not like this
Been there before but not like this
Never before have I ever seen it this bad
She's just a woman... never again
He held the gun shakily. It was obvious he was drunk again. "I don't care. Either way, I'm out of here!"
He shot the gun and missed. His shocked expression was just enough for Bulma to shoot out and grab the gun. "Now listen to me. I am getting out of here. I will never be here again!" Nik put his hands up, scared.
The social worker came in. "Child, what are you doing?!"
"I'm keeping him from killing me. He shot this at me!" Bulma exclaimed. "Now I want to get out of here."
"Grab your things and we'll leave. There is a young man who is going to be your foster parent for a while. His name is Yamcha. I think you'll enjoy being at a more loving home."
"I certainly hope so!" Bulma retorted.
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Well, that's it! Hope you enjoyed! R/R, please, but be kind! This is my first real fic! *blushes* Hope it turns out great! (And let me know what writing style you like better, random typing or taking it from paper?)
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ -or- Nickelback. I've got to get over it.
A/N: Half of this is chapter is written out, half coming from my head. Anyway, let me know which you think is better (though typing will be faster, I'm sure) I think that's it... so I'll get started on the story!
---
Bulma Kroeger was not the average 17-year-old. She was of an average height, but with shoulder-length blue hair and stunning sapphire eyes. However, she didn't like her family.
She lived in one of the dumpiest houses in town. This was mostly due to her father, who would waste his paycheck on drinks, then come home to abuse her and her mother. Bulma knew she would never want to stay like that forever, so she studied. Science was her passion, but she worked on some self defense, too.
Bulma was sitting on her cot, reading a beat-up science book. Just about time to go to sleep. Maybe he won't come back tonight. Bulma heard a faint thud from her room. Shit. He came back.
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when you see him clenching his hands
She's just a woman... never again
Boom. "Kristina! Get your ass over here!"
Bulma's mother ran to the living room, obviously scared of what could happen if she didn't come. Bulma eavesdropped as best as she could. It started as quiet conversation, but quickly escalated into a shouting match.
"I never cheated on you, Nik!"
"I talked with your 'friend' Pam's husband. He told me everything!"
"I can't believe you trust an acquaintance over your wife!" Those words stung. Crash. Thud. Bulma's mother wouldn't say anything else tonight. Bulma waited a minute. "Bulma! Get your ass out here!"
Bulma left her small cramped room and walked to the living room. "You're a scientist," he said with sarcasm. "Fix her up, and good." He left the living room for his bedroom.
I hear her scream from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me... "go back to bed"
I'm terrified that she'll wind up dead in his hands
She's just a woman... never again
Been there before but not like this
Seen it before but not like this
Never before have I seen it this bad
She's just a woman... never again
Bulma waited for the door to shut, then leaned over her mother. "Mom? Can you hear me?"
Bulma's mom's eyes opened. "I'm all right, Bulma. Why don't you go back to bed?" She tried to lift herself from the floor, but fell when she put some weight on her right arm. "Maybe I'm not all right. I think my shoulder is broken."
"It's starting to swell. I'll go and get some ice for you, then call the doctor." Before her mother could protest, Bulma went to the kitchen. She made an ice pack, gave it to her grateful mother, then went to the phone. She called the doctor.
"Doctor Peake speaking."
"Doc? It's Bulma. Can you see my mom? Something's wrong with her shoulder."
"Sure, Bulma. Take her to the hospital and I'll see her there." Click.
Bulma scribbled a note to her dad and grabbed the car keys. "Mom? Let's get you in the car. We're gonna see the Doc."
Just tell the nurse you slipped and fell
It starts to sting as it starts to swell
She looks at you... she wants the truth
ItÕs right out there in the waiting room with those hands
Lookin' just as sweet as he can... never again
Seen it before but not like this
Been there before but not like this
Never before have I ever seen it this bad
She's just a woman... never again
(A/N: Here comes the spontaneous typing!)
The Doc came out of the emergency room just as Bulma was pulling up. "What happened?" he asked.
"Same old, same old," Bulma's mom said. "I'm just so clumsy."
Bulma wanted to say something else, but couldn't bring herself to it. It wasn't her mother, it was her father. Why couldn't she just admit it?
Bulma and her mother sat in a small room and waited for a couple of hours, not speaking. Five minutes before the doctor came in, Nik burst through the door. "You didn't blab, did you?"
Father's a name you haven't earned yet
You're just a child with a temper
Haven't you heard "don't hit a lady"
Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure
"No. But I wanted to!" Bulma said defiantly.
"Bulma!" Her mother scolded.
"I did! I'm sick of staying at that dump, getting beaten up practically every night, living in my own house in fear. I want to get out!"
Nik raised his right hand. The doctor burst in. "Get out! I heard the entire thing!" Nik left without a word, but shot a murderous look at Bulma. "You're going to have to tell me what's going on at your house, Bulma. But first, let's fix up that arm." He smiled weakly.
The arm was fixed soon. Bulma's mom left the room without a word, but slight blubbering was the only sound coming from her.
"Tell me what's happening at your house. I can get you out of there if it's bad enough."
Bulma told the whole story, from being scared of her dad as a kid to growing up, trying to learn to fight it. "It sounds as if your case is bad enough. I'm going to call the proper people. You'll probably be out of your house tomorrow. But you'll have to go home this morning."
"WHAT?!" Bulma was in shock. Just as she thought she had an out, the door was slammed shut in her face.
"Just for a day. Gather up your favorite things and be ready to leave tonight or tomorrow morning."
Bulma angrily left the office and went home. Her parents were silently waiting on the couch.
"Bulma?" Her mother called her.
"What?!"
"Would you come in here, please?"
"Fine!" She stomped into the living room. Her dad was there, hands clenched. "You're going to tell the people that I haven't touched you or your mother!"
"And why should I?!"
Nik pulled out a .22. "That's why."
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how fuckin' tough is this man
Pulls the trigger fast as she can... never again
Seen it before but not like this
Been there before but not like this
Never before have I ever seen it this bad
She's just a woman... never again
He held the gun shakily. It was obvious he was drunk again. "I don't care. Either way, I'm out of here!"
He shot the gun and missed. His shocked expression was just enough for Bulma to shoot out and grab the gun. "Now listen to me. I am getting out of here. I will never be here again!" Nik put his hands up, scared.
The social worker came in. "Child, what are you doing?!"
"I'm keeping him from killing me. He shot this at me!" Bulma exclaimed. "Now I want to get out of here."
"Grab your things and we'll leave. There is a young man who is going to be your foster parent for a while. His name is Yamcha. I think you'll enjoy being at a more loving home."
"I certainly hope so!" Bulma retorted.
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Well, that's it! Hope you enjoyed! R/R, please, but be kind! This is my first real fic! *blushes* Hope it turns out great! (And let me know what writing style you like better, random typing or taking it from paper?)