Disclaimers: DBZ characters are not mine.
"G.I.R. demands that you R&R!!!!!!!!!!!" (heh...reading too much stuff from Slave Labor Comics.- Fav. line: "Silly Shmee, we can't set the class on fire... (yet)")
Chapter 12
lil' warning: the story is kind of jumpy between the different stories going on at the same time... and yes I did that on purpose.
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Bulma swiftly got into her limo and cursed the fact that the meeting had extended 3 hours longer than planned. It was much too long for her to stand. The clients refused to settle, and it would have been a bad plan for her to leave. So she stayed in the room and waited for her clients to talk it over.
Bulma began to bite down on the glass cup she was holding, then she tried to dump more powerful alcohol. But is wasn't enough. It didn't have the same effect. She needed to get back to her penthouse fast before she went insane.
~~~
Ryan and Robert got along very well after Bulma had erased Ryan's memory once again. Ryan was quieter now and calmer, which allowed more of his intellectual side come though.
Ryan hummed to the jazz music that Robert had put on as they both sat in the living room reading the newspaper. Occasionally they would talk about what they had read, especially the politics, and they would also discuss random things about Bulma. Both of their jobs were fairly carefree when Bulma wasn't around.
Robert laughed softly as he read the comics. Ryan threw a glance over to Robert. "What's so funny?"
"Adam at Home. I feel like that sometimes, I like I can't get my brain to work until late in the evening and I'm just staring at the wall the whole day."
Ryan chuckled softly, "Only you can manage to be semi conscious for an entire day."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Ryan threw Robert and innocent look. "Oh nothing."
Robert took an M&M from the small bowl on the coffee table and threw it at Ryan. "Jerk."
Ryan laughed harder now. Suddenly they both sat up as they was Bulma slam the front door and run up to her room.
Then both Ryan and Robert watched Bulma's retreating figure, stupefied. Ryan blinked a few times. "What was that about?"
Robert shrugged.
~~~
Gohan muttered curses at the teacher that just was too stupid to realize that he was way ahead of the class. He had already gotten in trouble 15 times for not answering the teacher's question, questioning her and proving that what she taught was wrong. It was amazing that they still kept him in this class. But later today, he would show them all with his winter break science project.
Yes, he needed to be better than everyone. That way Bulma would like him. And if she would allow, he could become like her son.
Gohan tried to block out the sad memories. He really missed his mom.
~~~
Dr. Gero tinkered around his lab, glad that Bulma had left him alone for the day to attend her important meeting. Now, he could work on his inter-dimensional transporter without her hovering over him. He assumed that he had enough Sayjinite? Yes, Sayjinite sounded alright. And it was easy to categorize. Sayjinite kills Sayjins, heh...
~~~
Dr. Briefs slowly wandered around the asylum he was put in. On days like this he was very sad. Sad that he was still slightly sane and could still feel betrayed. After all that he had done for Bulma, she had thrown him in here. But no, he couldn't do anything about it. The next meal they were going to feed him would be full of some sort of new drug that Bulma had designed. Then he would forget, lost in the hazy fantasy world that Bulma had created for him.
Forever alone and locked up.
Perhaps he should kill himself one of these days.
I would be nice to see his wife once more.
~~~~
Gohan set up the stand for the rocket he was going to launch. No one's science project was as fancy or well thought out as his. The entire class's science projects ranged from shiny, glittery, quartzes to making a stupid volcano fizzle from adding vinegar, red dye and baking soda. It was ridiculously childish. But now, he would show them all. He was the outcast when he came to the class. The strange little kid who looked like a monkey. Now they would awe in his creation and revere him
Gohan told the class to gather around as he launched the rocket ship.
Nothing could go wrong.
But Gods weren't in favor of him. The rocket ship blew up before it even got off the ground. In fact, to make it worse: They were all too close to the rocket ship when it exploded. He had knocked out one of his classmates and injured five others from the debris. Whoever wasn't hurt were also crying.
But no one felt as sad or as much pain as Gohan did at the moment
He had failed.
~~~
Bulma scrambled for the steel ornate box after she locked the door to her room. With shaky hands she pulled out a syringe full of violet colored liquid. Her addiction got worse as her body became more resistant to the drug. She had developed the drug herself. It was a miracle drug for her. It helped her remain sane after she had killed her fiancé, her mother and many others.
Bulma tried to keep her arm still as she shook like a heroine addict. Finally, she lay her arm against her nightstand and swiftly injected the liquid. She sighed happily as the drug ran its course through her body. The coldness and hollowness returned to her steel blue, penetrating eyes.
Then Bulma looked in the mirror and smirked darkly. Now there was a Brief heir to be proud of. Nothing could get to her, not even her past. The drug numbed her emotions and blocked the pains of her past. No, never again would she be so weak. She had to make sure she carried more syringes next time for her longer meetings.
~~~
Robert and Ryan hesitantly approached Bulma's bedroom door. They became worried after they had heard almost no sound coming in from the other room. As Robert raised his hand to knock. Bulma opened the door and curtly asked. "Yes? What is it?"
Robert pulled his hand down and backed away a little as Bulma purposely invaded his personal space. "I didn't hear anything from the room and we got worried."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I'm here aren't I? I'm perfectly fine."
Before Robert could answer they heard two phones ring.
~~~
Goku picked up the phone, slightly confused as to who would call him. "Hello?"
"Hi. I'm Prinipal Renolds and you need to come to the school to pick up you son. There's been an incident. Your son's little science project had injured some of his classmates."
Goku hesitated. No knowing what to do. "Okay...Um... I'll be right over."
Then Goku trotted down to the parking garage and drove to Gohan's school to pick him up.
Gohan sat there in the large chair with his head down. Goku's heart sank to his stomach as he looked at his son, who looked like a kicked puppy. Goku held out his hand to Gohan. "Come on buddy. Let's go home."
The rest of the ride home was in silence. Goku didn't know how to tell his son that he wasn't mad or disappointed. Gohan didn't want to ask how much his dad must have hated him now.
They finally reached home. Gohan silently exited the car. And in that moment, it seemed like Goku had finally realized something profound.
Goku held his son's hand and quietly said. "I miss her too Gohan. And no matter what, we still love you."
And it that moment, without knowing, Goku had saved his son starting down that dark path.
~~~
Robert picked up the phone that was ringing in Bulma's penthouse. "Yes?"
Robert continued to nod as his expression turned darker and darker. Finally he hung up.
Bulma now stood in front of Robert, arms akimbo. "What is it?"
"Your father, he commit suicide. Jumped from the 4th story."
Then, Robert sadly whispered. "I'm sorry he died."
Bulma's face was frighteningly neutral. "Is that all?"
Robert blinked. "Aren't you...?"
Bulma waved her hand. "Go organize the funeral. I need to prepare to meet the press."
Quietly, Bulma slipped into her room once more and gave herself a second helping of the violet liquid.
In her mind she told herself she would have killed him off eventually. But in her heart, she cried silently for the last member of her family. Now she was the one that was alone.
Alone from now until hell.
~~~
Note: okay, this is the last installment for the current timeline. The story is going to jump to some point in the future... haven't decided when... To all the Bulma/Goku fans, I'm sorry, it's not a B/G fic. And to all the Vegeta fans. Yes! You can count on him arriving in the future. I'll try to keep the age rating for reading down... but at one point, the story gets pretty twisted.
"G.I.R. demands that you R&R!!!!!!!!!!!" (heh...reading too much stuff from Slave Labor Comics.- Fav. line: "Silly Shmee, we can't set the class on fire... (yet)")
Chapter 12
lil' warning: the story is kind of jumpy between the different stories going on at the same time... and yes I did that on purpose.
~~~~
Bulma swiftly got into her limo and cursed the fact that the meeting had extended 3 hours longer than planned. It was much too long for her to stand. The clients refused to settle, and it would have been a bad plan for her to leave. So she stayed in the room and waited for her clients to talk it over.
Bulma began to bite down on the glass cup she was holding, then she tried to dump more powerful alcohol. But is wasn't enough. It didn't have the same effect. She needed to get back to her penthouse fast before she went insane.
~~~
Ryan and Robert got along very well after Bulma had erased Ryan's memory once again. Ryan was quieter now and calmer, which allowed more of his intellectual side come though.
Ryan hummed to the jazz music that Robert had put on as they both sat in the living room reading the newspaper. Occasionally they would talk about what they had read, especially the politics, and they would also discuss random things about Bulma. Both of their jobs were fairly carefree when Bulma wasn't around.
Robert laughed softly as he read the comics. Ryan threw a glance over to Robert. "What's so funny?"
"Adam at Home. I feel like that sometimes, I like I can't get my brain to work until late in the evening and I'm just staring at the wall the whole day."
Ryan chuckled softly, "Only you can manage to be semi conscious for an entire day."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Ryan threw Robert and innocent look. "Oh nothing."
Robert took an M&M from the small bowl on the coffee table and threw it at Ryan. "Jerk."
Ryan laughed harder now. Suddenly they both sat up as they was Bulma slam the front door and run up to her room.
Then both Ryan and Robert watched Bulma's retreating figure, stupefied. Ryan blinked a few times. "What was that about?"
Robert shrugged.
~~~
Gohan muttered curses at the teacher that just was too stupid to realize that he was way ahead of the class. He had already gotten in trouble 15 times for not answering the teacher's question, questioning her and proving that what she taught was wrong. It was amazing that they still kept him in this class. But later today, he would show them all with his winter break science project.
Yes, he needed to be better than everyone. That way Bulma would like him. And if she would allow, he could become like her son.
Gohan tried to block out the sad memories. He really missed his mom.
~~~
Dr. Gero tinkered around his lab, glad that Bulma had left him alone for the day to attend her important meeting. Now, he could work on his inter-dimensional transporter without her hovering over him. He assumed that he had enough Sayjinite? Yes, Sayjinite sounded alright. And it was easy to categorize. Sayjinite kills Sayjins, heh...
~~~
Dr. Briefs slowly wandered around the asylum he was put in. On days like this he was very sad. Sad that he was still slightly sane and could still feel betrayed. After all that he had done for Bulma, she had thrown him in here. But no, he couldn't do anything about it. The next meal they were going to feed him would be full of some sort of new drug that Bulma had designed. Then he would forget, lost in the hazy fantasy world that Bulma had created for him.
Forever alone and locked up.
Perhaps he should kill himself one of these days.
I would be nice to see his wife once more.
~~~~
Gohan set up the stand for the rocket he was going to launch. No one's science project was as fancy or well thought out as his. The entire class's science projects ranged from shiny, glittery, quartzes to making a stupid volcano fizzle from adding vinegar, red dye and baking soda. It was ridiculously childish. But now, he would show them all. He was the outcast when he came to the class. The strange little kid who looked like a monkey. Now they would awe in his creation and revere him
Gohan told the class to gather around as he launched the rocket ship.
Nothing could go wrong.
But Gods weren't in favor of him. The rocket ship blew up before it even got off the ground. In fact, to make it worse: They were all too close to the rocket ship when it exploded. He had knocked out one of his classmates and injured five others from the debris. Whoever wasn't hurt were also crying.
But no one felt as sad or as much pain as Gohan did at the moment
He had failed.
~~~
Bulma scrambled for the steel ornate box after she locked the door to her room. With shaky hands she pulled out a syringe full of violet colored liquid. Her addiction got worse as her body became more resistant to the drug. She had developed the drug herself. It was a miracle drug for her. It helped her remain sane after she had killed her fiancé, her mother and many others.
Bulma tried to keep her arm still as she shook like a heroine addict. Finally, she lay her arm against her nightstand and swiftly injected the liquid. She sighed happily as the drug ran its course through her body. The coldness and hollowness returned to her steel blue, penetrating eyes.
Then Bulma looked in the mirror and smirked darkly. Now there was a Brief heir to be proud of. Nothing could get to her, not even her past. The drug numbed her emotions and blocked the pains of her past. No, never again would she be so weak. She had to make sure she carried more syringes next time for her longer meetings.
~~~
Robert and Ryan hesitantly approached Bulma's bedroom door. They became worried after they had heard almost no sound coming in from the other room. As Robert raised his hand to knock. Bulma opened the door and curtly asked. "Yes? What is it?"
Robert pulled his hand down and backed away a little as Bulma purposely invaded his personal space. "I didn't hear anything from the room and we got worried."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I'm here aren't I? I'm perfectly fine."
Before Robert could answer they heard two phones ring.
~~~
Goku picked up the phone, slightly confused as to who would call him. "Hello?"
"Hi. I'm Prinipal Renolds and you need to come to the school to pick up you son. There's been an incident. Your son's little science project had injured some of his classmates."
Goku hesitated. No knowing what to do. "Okay...Um... I'll be right over."
Then Goku trotted down to the parking garage and drove to Gohan's school to pick him up.
Gohan sat there in the large chair with his head down. Goku's heart sank to his stomach as he looked at his son, who looked like a kicked puppy. Goku held out his hand to Gohan. "Come on buddy. Let's go home."
The rest of the ride home was in silence. Goku didn't know how to tell his son that he wasn't mad or disappointed. Gohan didn't want to ask how much his dad must have hated him now.
They finally reached home. Gohan silently exited the car. And in that moment, it seemed like Goku had finally realized something profound.
Goku held his son's hand and quietly said. "I miss her too Gohan. And no matter what, we still love you."
And it that moment, without knowing, Goku had saved his son starting down that dark path.
~~~
Robert picked up the phone that was ringing in Bulma's penthouse. "Yes?"
Robert continued to nod as his expression turned darker and darker. Finally he hung up.
Bulma now stood in front of Robert, arms akimbo. "What is it?"
"Your father, he commit suicide. Jumped from the 4th story."
Then, Robert sadly whispered. "I'm sorry he died."
Bulma's face was frighteningly neutral. "Is that all?"
Robert blinked. "Aren't you...?"
Bulma waved her hand. "Go organize the funeral. I need to prepare to meet the press."
Quietly, Bulma slipped into her room once more and gave herself a second helping of the violet liquid.
In her mind she told herself she would have killed him off eventually. But in her heart, she cried silently for the last member of her family. Now she was the one that was alone.
Alone from now until hell.
~~~
Note: okay, this is the last installment for the current timeline. The story is going to jump to some point in the future... haven't decided when... To all the Bulma/Goku fans, I'm sorry, it's not a B/G fic. And to all the Vegeta fans. Yes! You can count on him arriving in the future. I'll try to keep the age rating for reading down... but at one point, the story gets pretty twisted.