Chapter 8
Usual Disclaimers
note: the flashbacks are still continued and are indicated between these *** dialog ***
R&R please?
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Robert sighed as he placed Bulma back onto her bed and covered her with the comforter.
Then he went down stairs to make some food for when Bulma woke up.
Robert shook his head. 'Why would Bulma be so emotional over her fiance that was cheating on her?'
~~~
(flashback)
***Bulma sighed as she leaned against Marcus's embrace. Wisps of blue hair tickled her face as the wind passed through them. The boat rocked slightly as they passed by Notre Dame.
"Are you cold love?" Marcus whispered in Bulma's ear.
"A little. But it's alright, you'll warm me."
"Bulma," Marcus sighed hesitantly. "I need to ask you a question."
Bulma looked at Marcus, confused. "Hm?"
Marcus got down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. "Bulma will you marry me?"
Bulma's eyes widened and then she started to cry happily as put her arms around Robert. "Of course, I love you. I love you so much."
~~~
(later that evening)
Bulma gasped as she looked as the necklace displayed in the jewelry store. 'It's perfect,' she thought as she glanced over at Marcus.
"Oh Marcus!" Bulma cried out as she caught up to him. "Can you go check on our reservations? I sort of want to shop…"
Marcus gave Bulma a gentle smile as he laughed softly. "Of course hun."
Then Bulma watched to make sure that Marcus left to the restaurant before she turned around and went into the Jewelry store.
~~~
That night
Bulma and Marcus talked quietly in the small cozy restaurant after they finished their meal. Then Bulma decided that now was a better time than ever. She pulled out a long silver velvet case from her purse and opened it. Marcus's eyes widened, a look of shock and happiness on his face.
Bulma shyly removed the necklace from it's cushion and held the ends of the necklace in both her hands, slightly trembling.
"I love you Marcus. I think this is the perfect necklace to show my love for you. I imagine that my soul will be forever held within this necklace. And I shall give it you, the keeper of my heart and soul."
Marcus leaned forward to kiss Bulma. "I love you too my angel. Thank you for entrusting me with something so important."
Bulma started to cry, moved by her happiness, as she fastened the necklace around Marcus's neck. Then Marcus took her into his embrace and held her close to him. ***
~~~
Robert wrinkled his brow. Something wasn't right with this picture, no matter how he tried to believe in it, he could feel that something was off. During the time that he had known Bulma, she was never this emotional. She was always in control of the entire situation, regardless of how bad it was. It seemed ridiculous that one day could make her so off balance and lose her 'cool' exterior.
~~~
***(months later after the engagement, a month before the wedding)
Bulma happily kissed Marcus as he came in through the front door. "Hello darling."
Marcus sighed happily as he picked up her light frame and twirled her around the room, making her squeal and laugh.
"It's good to be home," he murmured as he gave her a deep and passionate kiss.
Bulma blushed as she panted slightly, breathless from the kiss. "You're certainly fervent today."
Marcus tilted his head forward and his long, soft brown hair fell forward covering one eye and accentuated the other eye, which was deep blue in the room's lighting. Bulma shivered as the sexy look he gave her and jokingly batted his arm as he sashayed his hips toward her.
"Naughty Marcus, you know I was writing up some lab reports."
"Awww…" he pursed his lips and gave Bulma a 'puppy-dog look'.
"I'm sorry, I know you wanted to go watch the football game with me today, but… I'm piled with reports since dad is away at a convention."
Marcus sighed as he nodded.
"Look, I don't want you to miss the game with out me. Why don't you go ahead, hm?"
Marcus twisted his lips, as though in deep thought. Then Bulma laughed and shook her head. " Don't worry about it, go…"
Marcus finally gave in and nodded. "Okay, but it won't be the same without you."
"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
~~~
Bulma laughed as she realized that the reports were actually not as long as she though and that she had finished hours earlier than expected. Then she glanced at her watch. 'I can still go watch the rest of the game with Marcus!'
Bulma hurried out the door and drove towards the stadium
~~~
Bulma walked up the steps toward the private suite that the Pheonixs owned. She could hear the loud cheers and screams from inside the stadium and the speaker was raising his voice by the second as he excitedly reported the game. Bulma smiled, 'it's nice to get out.'
Then Bulma took out her spare key to the suite and opened the door.
The key dropped out of Bulma's hand as she gasped at the scene before her.
Another woman, who was half naked by now, was kissing Marcus in the dark room. The shades had been pulled shut and the lights were turned off. Marcus suddenly got off of the girl. "Bulma, I can explain."
Bulma shook her head as she backed away, then she ran down the stairs and fled from the stadium in tears.
~~~
' My Marcus, how could he ? He doesn't love you. Yes he does. I gave him my heart. Why did he have to do this to me? How long has this been going on? Did he ever love me?…' Bulma battled within as she drove back to her house. She sobbed as she drove home as fast as she could, not caring how many laws she was breaking.
~~~
Bulma sat quietly on a couch in her office. She help onto a now tear soaked pillow and rocked back and forth. The pain of the situation sank deep into her stomach and made he want to throw up. She did seem to be able to stop her crying or hiccups as she trembled all over.
Fifteen minutes later Marcus came in through the door, Bulma had forgotten to lock the front door on her way into the house. She had excused all her staff (servants) and told them to take the rest of the evening off. She needed time alone.
Marcus sighed in a painful way as he stuck his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry Bulma."
Bulma's stuffed up voice asked. "Did you ever love me?"
"Yes I did."
"But not anymore.. huh… When did you plan on tell me? Or were you never going to tell me and do this behind my back for the rest of my life?
"Bulma you don't understand. The situation is difficult."
Bulma turned and glared at Marcus. "How is it difficult?! You male chauvinist pig! You jump the first girl that looks like a whore and you live off of my money. Is that what you were planning?!"
"No… I- I was going to tell you." Marcus said as she stumbled on his words. "It's not like that."
"Really? Then tell me your story."
"I'm sorry Bulma, I love Tiffany. She's… she is sexually gratifying… NO.. no no, not just that. I mean she's really nice and she's sweet."
"I don't care about how she's like. I want to know how you happened to just decide to do this without tell me ONE MONTH before the wedding."
"It's complicated. I like your dad … and you. Tiffany asked for a favor… information. I …"
"You gave in to her wishes like a dog and you were going to backstab my father and me for her."
Bulma had stopped crying, it was so disgusting. She couldn't even imagine how she loved him in the first place. Then Tiffany's piercing whine was heard from downstairs. Bulma gave Marcus as murderous look. "You let her in here?"
"I couldn't just tell her to stand outside."
"How dare you disrespect me like that! You brought your mistress into my home!"
Bulma walked out the door and out toward the stairs. She looked over the railings and saw her mother chatting amiably to the slutty b*tch. Bulma slightly shook in rage as she breathed deeply. Marcus followed after Bulma, not far behind.
Then Tiffany looked up and waved at Marcus. "Hi Marcus. Come down!"
Bulma glanced sideways as Marcus moved to start down the stairs. Bulma walked over to him before he could descend down the steep stairs. Bulma's heart tugged. 'So many years, he still loves me. I can still change his mind. It's been so long, I just can't let go. '
"Marcus, I'm giving you one last chance. I- I can still try to love you. Just stay please?" Bulma pleaded as she stood behind Marcus.
Marcus turned around and looked at Bulma straight in the eye. "I'm sorry. I don't know if I every really did love you."
Then suddenly everything happened so fast. Bulma gasped in horror as her body impulsively shoved Marcus. Then suddenly realizing what she had done as he teetered on the top step Bulma reached out to grab onto Marcus. She held onto something, but it tore and broke, and Marcus's body flew backwards and tumbled down the stairs. The strange angle in which his head landed snapped his neck, and then he landed on his back with blood pooling around his corpse.
Bulma stood there in shock. During the whole time, she never noticed her mother and Tiffany scream as Marcus fell down the stairs. The world went silence and everything happened slowly, trying to forever inflict this image on Bulma's mind. Then Bulma looked down at the object that she had grabbed onto. It was the necklace she had given Marcus. Bulma slowly walked down the stairs and sat next to Marcus's body. Then Bulma collapsed in front of his limp vessel and sobbed at what she had lost. ***
~~~
Bulma muttered as she tossed and turned, lost in her nightmare.
The sky was a sickly red, and the screaming sounds were the most prominent as Bulma stood out in the middle of nowhere. Then the stench grew stronger and Bulma looked down. The rotting corpses seemed to melt into each other and blood covered skeletons covered the entire ground. The wind grew stronger by the second. And then it began to rain blood. Bulma screamed in horror as she was covered in blood. Then she began to sink as skeletons and rotting arms shot out of the ground and pulled her down into the sea of dead.
"No!" Bulma screamed as she tried to lift her feet and pull out of the grasp. Then a strong gust of wind knocked her over and more rotting arms shot out and pulled her into the sea of dead, the sea that she had created. Bulma screamed two corpses sat up, one was Tiffany and the other, her mom. They pointed at her and chanted. "Murderer, killer, evil..."
Bulma screamed and squirmed. Then more and more bodies stood up. Soon they walked over to her and began to push her down into the darkness and then the blood rain began to pool around her and choke her…
~~~
Bulma screamed as she tossed in her bed. Robert was trying to shake her and wake her up.
"Bulma!" He yelled repeatedly. "Wake up! It's only a dream! Wake up!"
"NO!" Bulma screamed again as she kicked and squirmed. Then Robert ran into the bathroom, filled a put of cold water, and splashed it on Bulma's face.
Bulma cried out as she choked on the water and then she suddenly sat up. She was wide eyed, panting and sweating. Robert rushed over to her and asked if she was okay. Bulma numbly nodded. "Sure… I'm okay. Excuse me a second."
Then Bulma ran into her bathroom and threw up.
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*** Bulma's father hired the best reporters and 'special' detectives to cover up what Bulma had done. Dr. Briefs sighed sadly as his daughter at there, quiet, at the dinner party. Of course Tiffany was invited, it was going well until a drunken Mrs. Briefs almost blurted out that Bulma had killed Marcus. And to make it worse, Tiffany came over and whispered that Bulma would have to pay her in 'some way' to keep her mouth shut about the situation. The reporters and the police might have covered up the story, but Tiffany knew the truth. Then Bulma's mind started to race, she had to silence Tiffany and her mother, or else it would ruin her dad.
The next week Dr. Briefs flew to San Francisco to have a meeting with the top technological companies. During the week Bulma talked twice on the phone. By the end of the week Her mother and Tiffany died in a 'unfortunate' bombing at the Country Club they went to.
Thus starting the trail of bodies that followed Bulma for the rest of her life.***
~~~
Bulma finally settled down and cleaned herself up. Robert sighed as he sat down next to her, rubbing her back in soothing circles. They sat there in silence, Robert never ceased his gentle caresses during this time.
Finally Bulma spoke softy, "Robert, do I still have a soul?"
Robert looked at Bulma's solemn face, knowing that his answer had to be truthful, she need his honesty. "I don't know."
Bulma nodded.
Then Robert made a revelation about himself, even though he loved Bulma in a way she wasn't allowed to return. He would forever remain loyal to her and try to help her in anyway he could. He needed to tell her.
"… But," Robert started. "If you don't have one anymore. You can always have mine."
Bulma looked over at Robert, slightly bewildered at his comment. Then she quietly crawled over to him and said. "Just hold me please."
And he did. Whatever Bulma wanted, he would do everything in his power to fulfill.
~~~
Author's note: This chapter was particularily long since i wanted to finish the explination up pretty quickly. And flashbacks had a tendency to, esp. in stories, to confuse people when they are broken up into bits.
I'm updating everything more slowly now... since I have a lot of school work... I'll try to type up more whenever i can.
Usual Disclaimers
note: the flashbacks are still continued and are indicated between these *** dialog ***
R&R please?
~~~~
Robert sighed as he placed Bulma back onto her bed and covered her with the comforter.
Then he went down stairs to make some food for when Bulma woke up.
Robert shook his head. 'Why would Bulma be so emotional over her fiance that was cheating on her?'
~~~
(flashback)
***Bulma sighed as she leaned against Marcus's embrace. Wisps of blue hair tickled her face as the wind passed through them. The boat rocked slightly as they passed by Notre Dame.
"Are you cold love?" Marcus whispered in Bulma's ear.
"A little. But it's alright, you'll warm me."
"Bulma," Marcus sighed hesitantly. "I need to ask you a question."
Bulma looked at Marcus, confused. "Hm?"
Marcus got down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. "Bulma will you marry me?"
Bulma's eyes widened and then she started to cry happily as put her arms around Robert. "Of course, I love you. I love you so much."
~~~
(later that evening)
Bulma gasped as she looked as the necklace displayed in the jewelry store. 'It's perfect,' she thought as she glanced over at Marcus.
"Oh Marcus!" Bulma cried out as she caught up to him. "Can you go check on our reservations? I sort of want to shop…"
Marcus gave Bulma a gentle smile as he laughed softly. "Of course hun."
Then Bulma watched to make sure that Marcus left to the restaurant before she turned around and went into the Jewelry store.
~~~
That night
Bulma and Marcus talked quietly in the small cozy restaurant after they finished their meal. Then Bulma decided that now was a better time than ever. She pulled out a long silver velvet case from her purse and opened it. Marcus's eyes widened, a look of shock and happiness on his face.
Bulma shyly removed the necklace from it's cushion and held the ends of the necklace in both her hands, slightly trembling.
"I love you Marcus. I think this is the perfect necklace to show my love for you. I imagine that my soul will be forever held within this necklace. And I shall give it you, the keeper of my heart and soul."
Marcus leaned forward to kiss Bulma. "I love you too my angel. Thank you for entrusting me with something so important."
Bulma started to cry, moved by her happiness, as she fastened the necklace around Marcus's neck. Then Marcus took her into his embrace and held her close to him. ***
~~~
Robert wrinkled his brow. Something wasn't right with this picture, no matter how he tried to believe in it, he could feel that something was off. During the time that he had known Bulma, she was never this emotional. She was always in control of the entire situation, regardless of how bad it was. It seemed ridiculous that one day could make her so off balance and lose her 'cool' exterior.
~~~
***(months later after the engagement, a month before the wedding)
Bulma happily kissed Marcus as he came in through the front door. "Hello darling."
Marcus sighed happily as he picked up her light frame and twirled her around the room, making her squeal and laugh.
"It's good to be home," he murmured as he gave her a deep and passionate kiss.
Bulma blushed as she panted slightly, breathless from the kiss. "You're certainly fervent today."
Marcus tilted his head forward and his long, soft brown hair fell forward covering one eye and accentuated the other eye, which was deep blue in the room's lighting. Bulma shivered as the sexy look he gave her and jokingly batted his arm as he sashayed his hips toward her.
"Naughty Marcus, you know I was writing up some lab reports."
"Awww…" he pursed his lips and gave Bulma a 'puppy-dog look'.
"I'm sorry, I know you wanted to go watch the football game with me today, but… I'm piled with reports since dad is away at a convention."
Marcus sighed as he nodded.
"Look, I don't want you to miss the game with out me. Why don't you go ahead, hm?"
Marcus twisted his lips, as though in deep thought. Then Bulma laughed and shook her head. " Don't worry about it, go…"
Marcus finally gave in and nodded. "Okay, but it won't be the same without you."
"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
~~~
Bulma laughed as she realized that the reports were actually not as long as she though and that she had finished hours earlier than expected. Then she glanced at her watch. 'I can still go watch the rest of the game with Marcus!'
Bulma hurried out the door and drove towards the stadium
~~~
Bulma walked up the steps toward the private suite that the Pheonixs owned. She could hear the loud cheers and screams from inside the stadium and the speaker was raising his voice by the second as he excitedly reported the game. Bulma smiled, 'it's nice to get out.'
Then Bulma took out her spare key to the suite and opened the door.
The key dropped out of Bulma's hand as she gasped at the scene before her.
Another woman, who was half naked by now, was kissing Marcus in the dark room. The shades had been pulled shut and the lights were turned off. Marcus suddenly got off of the girl. "Bulma, I can explain."
Bulma shook her head as she backed away, then she ran down the stairs and fled from the stadium in tears.
~~~
' My Marcus, how could he ? He doesn't love you. Yes he does. I gave him my heart. Why did he have to do this to me? How long has this been going on? Did he ever love me?…' Bulma battled within as she drove back to her house. She sobbed as she drove home as fast as she could, not caring how many laws she was breaking.
~~~
Bulma sat quietly on a couch in her office. She help onto a now tear soaked pillow and rocked back and forth. The pain of the situation sank deep into her stomach and made he want to throw up. She did seem to be able to stop her crying or hiccups as she trembled all over.
Fifteen minutes later Marcus came in through the door, Bulma had forgotten to lock the front door on her way into the house. She had excused all her staff (servants) and told them to take the rest of the evening off. She needed time alone.
Marcus sighed in a painful way as he stuck his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry Bulma."
Bulma's stuffed up voice asked. "Did you ever love me?"
"Yes I did."
"But not anymore.. huh… When did you plan on tell me? Or were you never going to tell me and do this behind my back for the rest of my life?
"Bulma you don't understand. The situation is difficult."
Bulma turned and glared at Marcus. "How is it difficult?! You male chauvinist pig! You jump the first girl that looks like a whore and you live off of my money. Is that what you were planning?!"
"No… I- I was going to tell you." Marcus said as she stumbled on his words. "It's not like that."
"Really? Then tell me your story."
"I'm sorry Bulma, I love Tiffany. She's… she is sexually gratifying… NO.. no no, not just that. I mean she's really nice and she's sweet."
"I don't care about how she's like. I want to know how you happened to just decide to do this without tell me ONE MONTH before the wedding."
"It's complicated. I like your dad … and you. Tiffany asked for a favor… information. I …"
"You gave in to her wishes like a dog and you were going to backstab my father and me for her."
Bulma had stopped crying, it was so disgusting. She couldn't even imagine how she loved him in the first place. Then Tiffany's piercing whine was heard from downstairs. Bulma gave Marcus as murderous look. "You let her in here?"
"I couldn't just tell her to stand outside."
"How dare you disrespect me like that! You brought your mistress into my home!"
Bulma walked out the door and out toward the stairs. She looked over the railings and saw her mother chatting amiably to the slutty b*tch. Bulma slightly shook in rage as she breathed deeply. Marcus followed after Bulma, not far behind.
Then Tiffany looked up and waved at Marcus. "Hi Marcus. Come down!"
Bulma glanced sideways as Marcus moved to start down the stairs. Bulma walked over to him before he could descend down the steep stairs. Bulma's heart tugged. 'So many years, he still loves me. I can still change his mind. It's been so long, I just can't let go. '
"Marcus, I'm giving you one last chance. I- I can still try to love you. Just stay please?" Bulma pleaded as she stood behind Marcus.
Marcus turned around and looked at Bulma straight in the eye. "I'm sorry. I don't know if I every really did love you."
Then suddenly everything happened so fast. Bulma gasped in horror as her body impulsively shoved Marcus. Then suddenly realizing what she had done as he teetered on the top step Bulma reached out to grab onto Marcus. She held onto something, but it tore and broke, and Marcus's body flew backwards and tumbled down the stairs. The strange angle in which his head landed snapped his neck, and then he landed on his back with blood pooling around his corpse.
Bulma stood there in shock. During the whole time, she never noticed her mother and Tiffany scream as Marcus fell down the stairs. The world went silence and everything happened slowly, trying to forever inflict this image on Bulma's mind. Then Bulma looked down at the object that she had grabbed onto. It was the necklace she had given Marcus. Bulma slowly walked down the stairs and sat next to Marcus's body. Then Bulma collapsed in front of his limp vessel and sobbed at what she had lost. ***
~~~
Bulma muttered as she tossed and turned, lost in her nightmare.
The sky was a sickly red, and the screaming sounds were the most prominent as Bulma stood out in the middle of nowhere. Then the stench grew stronger and Bulma looked down. The rotting corpses seemed to melt into each other and blood covered skeletons covered the entire ground. The wind grew stronger by the second. And then it began to rain blood. Bulma screamed in horror as she was covered in blood. Then she began to sink as skeletons and rotting arms shot out of the ground and pulled her down into the sea of dead.
"No!" Bulma screamed as she tried to lift her feet and pull out of the grasp. Then a strong gust of wind knocked her over and more rotting arms shot out and pulled her into the sea of dead, the sea that she had created. Bulma screamed two corpses sat up, one was Tiffany and the other, her mom. They pointed at her and chanted. "Murderer, killer, evil..."
Bulma screamed and squirmed. Then more and more bodies stood up. Soon they walked over to her and began to push her down into the darkness and then the blood rain began to pool around her and choke her…
~~~
Bulma screamed as she tossed in her bed. Robert was trying to shake her and wake her up.
"Bulma!" He yelled repeatedly. "Wake up! It's only a dream! Wake up!"
"NO!" Bulma screamed again as she kicked and squirmed. Then Robert ran into the bathroom, filled a put of cold water, and splashed it on Bulma's face.
Bulma cried out as she choked on the water and then she suddenly sat up. She was wide eyed, panting and sweating. Robert rushed over to her and asked if she was okay. Bulma numbly nodded. "Sure… I'm okay. Excuse me a second."
Then Bulma ran into her bathroom and threw up.
~~~~
*** Bulma's father hired the best reporters and 'special' detectives to cover up what Bulma had done. Dr. Briefs sighed sadly as his daughter at there, quiet, at the dinner party. Of course Tiffany was invited, it was going well until a drunken Mrs. Briefs almost blurted out that Bulma had killed Marcus. And to make it worse, Tiffany came over and whispered that Bulma would have to pay her in 'some way' to keep her mouth shut about the situation. The reporters and the police might have covered up the story, but Tiffany knew the truth. Then Bulma's mind started to race, she had to silence Tiffany and her mother, or else it would ruin her dad.
The next week Dr. Briefs flew to San Francisco to have a meeting with the top technological companies. During the week Bulma talked twice on the phone. By the end of the week Her mother and Tiffany died in a 'unfortunate' bombing at the Country Club they went to.
Thus starting the trail of bodies that followed Bulma for the rest of her life.***
~~~
Bulma finally settled down and cleaned herself up. Robert sighed as he sat down next to her, rubbing her back in soothing circles. They sat there in silence, Robert never ceased his gentle caresses during this time.
Finally Bulma spoke softy, "Robert, do I still have a soul?"
Robert looked at Bulma's solemn face, knowing that his answer had to be truthful, she need his honesty. "I don't know."
Bulma nodded.
Then Robert made a revelation about himself, even though he loved Bulma in a way she wasn't allowed to return. He would forever remain loyal to her and try to help her in anyway he could. He needed to tell her.
"… But," Robert started. "If you don't have one anymore. You can always have mine."
Bulma looked over at Robert, slightly bewildered at his comment. Then she quietly crawled over to him and said. "Just hold me please."
And he did. Whatever Bulma wanted, he would do everything in his power to fulfill.
~~~
Author's note: This chapter was particularily long since i wanted to finish the explination up pretty quickly. And flashbacks had a tendency to, esp. in stories, to confuse people when they are broken up into bits.
I'm updating everything more slowly now... since I have a lot of school work... I'll try to type up more whenever i can.