Chapter 2
Disclaimers: I forgot to put this in the 1st chapter... the dragonball characters are not mine!!! okay?
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Five days later Bulma drove along Japan's country toward the asylum that she had put her father in. Of course she had to keep up appearances and sent him to the best asylum in Japan. Not that she cared. The farther she was from him the better. But she did have to visit him a few times a year or else the press would start to question why she had him sent there. Now, she couldn't have that happening.
Bulma liked her father, but not loved. He was too weak and emotional. And she was becoming like him. But a weekend with her father's friend in France had taught her that in order to survive in this world, she had to be stronger, smarter, faster and more manipulative than anyone else. It was a valuable lesson that he should have learned himself. Bulma made sure that she bought out his company first.
Not long after when her father began to whine about her ruthless methods, Bulma hired Thomas to give him special pills that she made. It made her father slightly senile and constantly 'out of it'. He was unsuitable to be the CEO of Capsule Corp. So Bulma took over. There had be reporters in the past digging too much as to why Bulma had her father admitted into an asylum, but they were silenced and her pet reporters around the world 'Spinned' the story.
Bulma glanced at her digital clock in her computerized Lambourgini. '10:37, not bad. Maybe I can be back in New York by tomorrow afternoon.' Bulma looked back onto the road towards the Bridge in front of her. There was a tall man with wild Black hair along the riverbank.
Bulma pulled over and got out of her car. She waved to the security guards that were following her and they also parked their car.
She boldly walked down to the riverbank, finding a man with his orange? Clothes tattered and scars covering his body. Bulma motioned for her men to come down and get the man out of the water.
"Is he still alive?" She asked as one of the men checked the guy's pulse.
"Yeah."
"Come on, we'll take him down to the hospital. It's not too far from dad's asylum."
The men hefted the heavy body from ground and dragged him up the hill. They then put him in the back seat of their black tinted car and followed Bulma's Lambourgini.
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Bulma looked at her watch '11:00' and then she called out to the doctor that was checking on the man they pulled out of the river. "I need to go see a family member." Bulma told the doctor and then she placed a small piece of paper into his pocket. "Call me when this guy wakes up."
The Doctor nodded and before he could comment about anything else, Bulma walked away.
~~~
(at Kyoto Asylum)
"Hello dad."
"B-Bulma. Is that you?"
Bulma rolled her eyes for the again and spoke in a monotonous voice. "Yes dad, it's me. How are you?"
"Good, good. These doctors are so nice and the company is nice to."
"I'm sure you fit in perfectly dad.Here."
Bulma handed her father a book. "You asked for this quantum theory book the last time I came. I picked it up at the store." Then Bulma thought. 'Actually my secretary picked it up, but people always like the personal touch.'
Bulma's father smiled and held out his hands like a greedy child wanting candy. Bulma handed the book over to him. Then he started to flip through the book, scanning some of the pictures and pages. He looked up as Bulma "Thank you dear. Thank you so much."
Bulma nodded and got up, "You're welcome dad. I hope you enjoy it."
"You're the best daughter in the world."
Bulma froze as she opened the door. Her face twisted in disgust, knowing that her father wanted her to tell him she loved him. But she didn't feel like giving him that kind of satisfaction. So, instead Bulma nodded, without turning around. "Sure dad. Sure."
And she left.
~~~
Bulma stretched a little as she walked up the stairs of the nightclub. She called out to the bartender and raised a finger, "One apple martini."
Bulma then sat down on one of the barstools and glanced down towards the sea of dancing bodies that screaming out 'sex'. The music was very modern, very techno with strobe lights dancing around and dark lights illuminating the painted bodies of the dancing men and women in the cages. Bulma turned back around and tapped her immaculate fingernails on the glowing blue bar table. Then the bartended handed her, her martini.
As Bulma sipped away at the alcohol she was immerse in deep thought. 'The old fool is becoming more troublesome every time. He clings to me even more every time I come… Perhaps I should just ask Thomas to 'off' him. It probably wouldn't be painful. Thomas could just snap his neck in his sleep and he could just tell the doctors that Dad's heart just stopped. Hmmm… perhaps when I'm not so bu-"
Bulma froze as she felt the gentleman next to her touch her thigh. Without warning her hand shot and wrapped itself around the man's neck. "Hello Yamcha." Bulma said without looking at him, as she sipped her drink one more time.
"Didn't the judge say that you're suppose to be at least 100 feet away from me?"
Yamcha's donkey-like voice whined, "Awww come one baby-cakes. You know you still like the Y-man's touch."
Bulma, with one hand gripped on Yamcha's neck took her martini and tossed the rest of her martini at his face. Yamcha shrieked as the alcohol burned his eyes.
"Now shut up and listen to me freak," Bulma hissed in his ear. " I want you to walk down those stairs, out the door and drive to wherever the hell you want to go. As long as it's 100 feet away from this place."
Yamcha laughed. "You and what army?"
Bulma pulled out her cell phone and began to dial 9-1….
"Okay, okay… what about one more kiss before I leave though?"
Bulma called over one of the bouncers that she just slipped a 100-dollar bill earlier. The bouncer held Yamcha over the edge of the railing. "Don't make me repeat my self little boy. I don't care if you are one of Japan's top baseball players. If you die, nothing will link to me and there is enough alcohol in your system to convince the police that you Over Dosed. Your name will forever smeared in the sports world."
"Okay…" Yamcha whimpered. The bouncer pulled him from the edge and dragged him downstairs by the scruff of his neck.
As the bouncer slipped by Bulma, she handed him 500 dollars.
Yamcha was found dead the next day in his car. The police reported it as Over Dosage of alcohol.
Disclaimers: I forgot to put this in the 1st chapter... the dragonball characters are not mine!!! okay?
~~~
Five days later Bulma drove along Japan's country toward the asylum that she had put her father in. Of course she had to keep up appearances and sent him to the best asylum in Japan. Not that she cared. The farther she was from him the better. But she did have to visit him a few times a year or else the press would start to question why she had him sent there. Now, she couldn't have that happening.
Bulma liked her father, but not loved. He was too weak and emotional. And she was becoming like him. But a weekend with her father's friend in France had taught her that in order to survive in this world, she had to be stronger, smarter, faster and more manipulative than anyone else. It was a valuable lesson that he should have learned himself. Bulma made sure that she bought out his company first.
Not long after when her father began to whine about her ruthless methods, Bulma hired Thomas to give him special pills that she made. It made her father slightly senile and constantly 'out of it'. He was unsuitable to be the CEO of Capsule Corp. So Bulma took over. There had be reporters in the past digging too much as to why Bulma had her father admitted into an asylum, but they were silenced and her pet reporters around the world 'Spinned' the story.
Bulma glanced at her digital clock in her computerized Lambourgini. '10:37, not bad. Maybe I can be back in New York by tomorrow afternoon.' Bulma looked back onto the road towards the Bridge in front of her. There was a tall man with wild Black hair along the riverbank.
Bulma pulled over and got out of her car. She waved to the security guards that were following her and they also parked their car.
She boldly walked down to the riverbank, finding a man with his orange? Clothes tattered and scars covering his body. Bulma motioned for her men to come down and get the man out of the water.
"Is he still alive?" She asked as one of the men checked the guy's pulse.
"Yeah."
"Come on, we'll take him down to the hospital. It's not too far from dad's asylum."
The men hefted the heavy body from ground and dragged him up the hill. They then put him in the back seat of their black tinted car and followed Bulma's Lambourgini.
~~~
Bulma looked at her watch '11:00' and then she called out to the doctor that was checking on the man they pulled out of the river. "I need to go see a family member." Bulma told the doctor and then she placed a small piece of paper into his pocket. "Call me when this guy wakes up."
The Doctor nodded and before he could comment about anything else, Bulma walked away.
~~~
(at Kyoto Asylum)
"Hello dad."
"B-Bulma. Is that you?"
Bulma rolled her eyes for the again and spoke in a monotonous voice. "Yes dad, it's me. How are you?"
"Good, good. These doctors are so nice and the company is nice to."
"I'm sure you fit in perfectly dad.Here."
Bulma handed her father a book. "You asked for this quantum theory book the last time I came. I picked it up at the store." Then Bulma thought. 'Actually my secretary picked it up, but people always like the personal touch.'
Bulma's father smiled and held out his hands like a greedy child wanting candy. Bulma handed the book over to him. Then he started to flip through the book, scanning some of the pictures and pages. He looked up as Bulma "Thank you dear. Thank you so much."
Bulma nodded and got up, "You're welcome dad. I hope you enjoy it."
"You're the best daughter in the world."
Bulma froze as she opened the door. Her face twisted in disgust, knowing that her father wanted her to tell him she loved him. But she didn't feel like giving him that kind of satisfaction. So, instead Bulma nodded, without turning around. "Sure dad. Sure."
And she left.
~~~
Bulma stretched a little as she walked up the stairs of the nightclub. She called out to the bartender and raised a finger, "One apple martini."
Bulma then sat down on one of the barstools and glanced down towards the sea of dancing bodies that screaming out 'sex'. The music was very modern, very techno with strobe lights dancing around and dark lights illuminating the painted bodies of the dancing men and women in the cages. Bulma turned back around and tapped her immaculate fingernails on the glowing blue bar table. Then the bartended handed her, her martini.
As Bulma sipped away at the alcohol she was immerse in deep thought. 'The old fool is becoming more troublesome every time. He clings to me even more every time I come… Perhaps I should just ask Thomas to 'off' him. It probably wouldn't be painful. Thomas could just snap his neck in his sleep and he could just tell the doctors that Dad's heart just stopped. Hmmm… perhaps when I'm not so bu-"
Bulma froze as she felt the gentleman next to her touch her thigh. Without warning her hand shot and wrapped itself around the man's neck. "Hello Yamcha." Bulma said without looking at him, as she sipped her drink one more time.
"Didn't the judge say that you're suppose to be at least 100 feet away from me?"
Yamcha's donkey-like voice whined, "Awww come one baby-cakes. You know you still like the Y-man's touch."
Bulma, with one hand gripped on Yamcha's neck took her martini and tossed the rest of her martini at his face. Yamcha shrieked as the alcohol burned his eyes.
"Now shut up and listen to me freak," Bulma hissed in his ear. " I want you to walk down those stairs, out the door and drive to wherever the hell you want to go. As long as it's 100 feet away from this place."
Yamcha laughed. "You and what army?"
Bulma pulled out her cell phone and began to dial 9-1….
"Okay, okay… what about one more kiss before I leave though?"
Bulma called over one of the bouncers that she just slipped a 100-dollar bill earlier. The bouncer held Yamcha over the edge of the railing. "Don't make me repeat my self little boy. I don't care if you are one of Japan's top baseball players. If you die, nothing will link to me and there is enough alcohol in your system to convince the police that you Over Dosed. Your name will forever smeared in the sports world."
"Okay…" Yamcha whimpered. The bouncer pulled him from the edge and dragged him downstairs by the scruff of his neck.
As the bouncer slipped by Bulma, she handed him 500 dollars.
Yamcha was found dead the next day in his car. The police reported it as Over Dosage of alcohol.