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Chapter 2

Bulma yawned and opened her dreary eyes. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she screamed, "Where the hell am I?" Just as she was about to scream out the question again the door creaked open and in the opening was the bald one from before. "God. You again?"

He smirked, ignoring her comment, and said, "You're on Lord Frieza's ship." He threw her two packages.

After eying them for a few seconds she slowly picked them up giving the bald one a questionable glance before opening one. Inside was a pair of black spandex pants, a black tank top, which was rather tight in her opinion, and a rubber band. 'Probably for training. Oh well.' She took off her clothes in one swift movement and put the others on. Sighing she struggled to put her hair into a neat ponytail, but when she got nowhere she gave up and left it with a few bumps. She smiled and said, "I thank you."

"Don't. This is your day to grieve. Your only day may I add. You will stay in this cell till tomorrow when Turles will get you and take you to meet Lord Frieza and Prince Vegeta. Make yourself at least a little presentable." With that said he turned and opened the door.

"Wait. Could you at least get me a brush if you want me to be presentable? Maybe some make-up?" Bulma chuckled at her working attempt to annoy the bald man insulting her.

"Damn woman. Fine, I'll send someone with them later tonight." Without another word he left so not to give her a chance to talk.

"Asshole." Bulma murmured before growling as she thought about what he said. "A day. hey it's more than I would anyways.." She sighed and thought about all the good times she'd have with her friends. 'I wasn't always like this. heartless.' As she felt the salty tears fall down her cheeks she did nothing but control her breathing. With no sound other than the occasional tears that made it to the floor and her soft controlled breathing, she cried for three straight hours. Frowning she stood and stretched before floating in the air, cross-legged. She closed her eyes, cleared her mind of all thoughts, and silently waited for the darkness to engulf her mind. She was getting frustrated. It'd been an hour and a half since she tried to meditate and she was still very much awake. It took her another five minutes to finally go into a deep enough meditation to drag her mind away from everything.

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Bulma was on the phone with her boyfriend, Yamcha. "Oh, Yamcha! You're such a sweetheart! Why'd you have to do this to me?" Bulma said.

"Do what, babe?" said a quite confused Yamcha.

"Make me fall in love with you!" Bulma giggled. She stared at a framed picture she had on her desk. It was the picture of them together in the hot tub while they were staying at the Beach Resort near Marco Island (It's in Florida, don't worry too much about it). Love sparkled in her eyes clearly for everyone to see, though there was nobody in her room other than her.

"What can I say, babe? I'm just charming." He said, partially chuckling.

"Want to go to the movies? Or maybe come over here?"

"Actually I had plans for us this weekend."

"Uh-huh. I'm listening.

"I made reservations to go to this island, so pack your things and meet me in front in about. say five minutes, o.k, babe? Come in your bikini just for me, will ya? Please? Great! Thanks!" He said not giving her time to answer anything but a quick all right. He hung up quickly without a "bye" or anything.

Bulma sighed, jumped off her bed and pulled a suitcase out of the bottom of her bed. She called in a robot and told it specific clothes she wanted to bring so that it'd pack for her while she changed into her bikini. She bent down and opened the second to the bottom drawer and looked through her bathing suit drawer. It took her the next two minutes to find the right one. It was a black bikini that tied at her neck and waist. She slipped on a pair of shorts and smiled. The robot came out of her closet with the full suitcase. She patted its head, zipped up the suitcase, and brought it downstairs. She ran upstairs after noticing the time and began to put on her make-up. After applying some light blue eye shadow and some strawberry-smelling lip-gloss. Giggling, she looked out the window to see Yamcha's car pull up into the driveway. She ran downstairs and opened the door to reveal Yamcha's smiling face. "Come on! I want to leave!" She gave him a quick kiss and ran to the door. She sighed in exasperation as she heard him mumble, "Damn. She's too excited for her own good."

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"Yamcha! It's beautiful!" Bulma gasped as she stared at the huge one- story house in the middle of the island. She hugged him tightly and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Yamcha blushed, not used to the attention, and moved towards the door.

A beeping sound went off repeatedly causing Yamcha to look down at his watch. He sighed and pushed a button that stopped the thing from beeping. "Come on, Bulma. Let's go inside, I want to show you our room."