Chapter 2: How You Remind Me
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: *Finds magic lamp* *Rubs magic lamp, genie comes out* I wish to own DBZ and/or Nickelback. "Sorry, can't do that," Genie proclaims. *Genie goes back in lamp, lamp disappears* Oh, well... so I don't own DBZ or Nickelback..... cest la vie
A/N: Trying a new feature this time: bulleting out the chapter, then writing out the specifics. Let me know if this is better than the other! (Oh, and thank you, The Rogue Raven (PS- Love the name!) for reviewing the last chapter!) On to the story!
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"Bulma, this is the man who you'll be staying with now. His name is Yamcha. I hope you two get along well. Let me know if there are any problems, Bulma." The social worker smiled. "I'll check up on you later, Bulma."
"I'm sure she'll be fine, ma'am," Yamcha assured the social worker. The social worker nodded, then left.
"Well, welcome to my house, Bulma. How old are you, anyway?" Yamcha asked. He seemed to be looking her over.
"Seventeen. Why? You got a problem with it?!" Bulma snapped.
"No. Just wondering. Anyway," he led her down the hallway of his two-bedroom house. "Here is your room. Do whatever you want with it, just as long as you don't blow it up or something," he chuckled. "I'll let you get settled in." He turned to leave.
"Uh... Yamcha.... wait a sec," Yamcha turned back around. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen. But I wanted to help out someone in need, and since there's a huge deficit of foster parents, they let me in. If it works out with you, I hope to become an adopting father someday."
"Oh." Bulma got a little nervous. 'What if I get abused again?'
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
Bulma got settled into her room more or less, took a peek through a small section of her science book, and went out into the kitchen. Yamcha was cooking dinner. "I hope you realize that you'll probably do more cooking than I will. It just seems like the right thing for a woman to do."
"Excuse me?! I just got here and I'm stuck with a male chauvinist pig. Just my luck!" Bulma was pissed. "I will not take any shit here. I already had seventeen years of it! No more!!"
"You do NOT want to get me angry, Bulma. It would be a bad mistake on your part."
"I don't give a damn how you feel! I can handle myself, thank you very much! And you can do the damn cooking!!"
It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"
"That's it, Bulma! You want a piece of me? Come and take it!"
Bulma stormed over to Yamcha and tried to right-hook him. He grabbed her arm, twisted it around her back, and while she was in shock from the reaction, he took his hands and pushed on two pressure points on her neck. Bulma was out cold.
"She will learn not to piss me off!"
It's like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me just have damn near killed you
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am
Bulma awoke in bed a couple of hours later, stark naked. 'What happened to me?' she thought. 'Why am I in my bed, naked? Oh, no.... he didn't....... he DID!'
She got dressed and stormed out to the kitchen. "What the hell did you do to me?!"
"What do you think? You take away my dignity, I take away your virginity. It seems like a fair trade to me."
"I can't believe you did that!!" Bulma started sobbing. "I am getting out of here if it's the last thing I ever do!!"
"Doubt it. They aren't gonna pay attention to an attention-wanting brat like you. And even they listen, I'll deny it. I'm respected around here, thank you very much."
Bulma ran from the kitchen. She was fast. Her fingers were faster. "Hello, police? I'd like to report a rapist," she told them the address. The dispatcher said that there would be a car there soon.
Yamcha pounded on the door to her bedroom. Why did he ever let her have a phone in there? That was a mistake.
Five minutes later, a knock came to the front door. Yamcha opened it. "Yamcha?"
"What?"
"You are under arrest for raping the child in your foster care, Bulma." He pulled out the cuffs and put them around Yamcha's hands. He read him his rights. Just as Yamcha was being taken to the cop car, the social worker came to the door. "Bulma? Let's get you away from here."
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"
Bulma took one last look as she left the house of hell for the first and last time. "I will never allow myself to ever deal with anything like that ever again. This is the last bad experience I will ever have!"
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Okay, well, that's it! Hope you enjoyed (and for those wondering where the hell Vegeta is, don't worry, he's coming within the next couple of chapters (which I hope to get out within the next two weeks!)) I'm guessing that chapter four will be one hell of a long chapter... but then again, I'll find out when I write it! :)
.:Angel of Foof:.
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: *Finds magic lamp* *Rubs magic lamp, genie comes out* I wish to own DBZ and/or Nickelback. "Sorry, can't do that," Genie proclaims. *Genie goes back in lamp, lamp disappears* Oh, well... so I don't own DBZ or Nickelback..... cest la vie
A/N: Trying a new feature this time: bulleting out the chapter, then writing out the specifics. Let me know if this is better than the other! (Oh, and thank you, The Rogue Raven (PS- Love the name!) for reviewing the last chapter!) On to the story!
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"Bulma, this is the man who you'll be staying with now. His name is Yamcha. I hope you two get along well. Let me know if there are any problems, Bulma." The social worker smiled. "I'll check up on you later, Bulma."
"I'm sure she'll be fine, ma'am," Yamcha assured the social worker. The social worker nodded, then left.
"Well, welcome to my house, Bulma. How old are you, anyway?" Yamcha asked. He seemed to be looking her over.
"Seventeen. Why? You got a problem with it?!" Bulma snapped.
"No. Just wondering. Anyway," he led her down the hallway of his two-bedroom house. "Here is your room. Do whatever you want with it, just as long as you don't blow it up or something," he chuckled. "I'll let you get settled in." He turned to leave.
"Uh... Yamcha.... wait a sec," Yamcha turned back around. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen. But I wanted to help out someone in need, and since there's a huge deficit of foster parents, they let me in. If it works out with you, I hope to become an adopting father someday."
"Oh." Bulma got a little nervous. 'What if I get abused again?'
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
Bulma got settled into her room more or less, took a peek through a small section of her science book, and went out into the kitchen. Yamcha was cooking dinner. "I hope you realize that you'll probably do more cooking than I will. It just seems like the right thing for a woman to do."
"Excuse me?! I just got here and I'm stuck with a male chauvinist pig. Just my luck!" Bulma was pissed. "I will not take any shit here. I already had seventeen years of it! No more!!"
"You do NOT want to get me angry, Bulma. It would be a bad mistake on your part."
"I don't give a damn how you feel! I can handle myself, thank you very much! And you can do the damn cooking!!"
It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"
"That's it, Bulma! You want a piece of me? Come and take it!"
Bulma stormed over to Yamcha and tried to right-hook him. He grabbed her arm, twisted it around her back, and while she was in shock from the reaction, he took his hands and pushed on two pressure points on her neck. Bulma was out cold.
"She will learn not to piss me off!"
It's like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me just have damn near killed you
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am
Bulma awoke in bed a couple of hours later, stark naked. 'What happened to me?' she thought. 'Why am I in my bed, naked? Oh, no.... he didn't....... he DID!'
She got dressed and stormed out to the kitchen. "What the hell did you do to me?!"
"What do you think? You take away my dignity, I take away your virginity. It seems like a fair trade to me."
"I can't believe you did that!!" Bulma started sobbing. "I am getting out of here if it's the last thing I ever do!!"
"Doubt it. They aren't gonna pay attention to an attention-wanting brat like you. And even they listen, I'll deny it. I'm respected around here, thank you very much."
Bulma ran from the kitchen. She was fast. Her fingers were faster. "Hello, police? I'd like to report a rapist," she told them the address. The dispatcher said that there would be a car there soon.
Yamcha pounded on the door to her bedroom. Why did he ever let her have a phone in there? That was a mistake.
Five minutes later, a knock came to the front door. Yamcha opened it. "Yamcha?"
"What?"
"You are under arrest for raping the child in your foster care, Bulma." He pulled out the cuffs and put them around Yamcha's hands. He read him his rights. Just as Yamcha was being taken to the cop car, the social worker came to the door. "Bulma? Let's get you away from here."
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"
Bulma took one last look as she left the house of hell for the first and last time. "I will never allow myself to ever deal with anything like that ever again. This is the last bad experience I will ever have!"
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Okay, well, that's it! Hope you enjoyed (and for those wondering where the hell Vegeta is, don't worry, he's coming within the next couple of chapters (which I hope to get out within the next two weeks!)) I'm guessing that chapter four will be one hell of a long chapter... but then again, I'll find out when I write it! :)
.:Angel of Foof:.