A/N * Sorry it took so long! ^_^ I moved out of Yamcha's house and into
Piccolo/Gohan/Goku's place for a few weeks!! :D I'm happy now!!!
Don't Turn Away
The morning came like a desert storm, the wind carrying her family's trust along the way. Nothing was going to work here.
Not with that woman running things, that is.
Bulma had enough, and she meant it this time. She couldn't take Mrs. Briefs controlling her life like she was. The princess was practically an adult and didn't need a nosy bitch looking over her shoulder, watching her every move.
Bulma Briefs needed privacy.
That was a simple request, right?
Apparently not to Mrs. Briefs.
With a sigh, the teal haired beauty arose and took on the day with a weary, but determined, mind. She dialed up her Goku-san, during the brink of day when no man would want to be awakened. or just Goku in this case: it was 9:30 am.
Goku answered sleepily, trying to reassure the upset Bulma-chan, searching through his drowsy mind for consoling words. He always had his effect on the princess. She somehow knew his intentions were good and his heart was pure.
He loved her, and that was what kept her moving on.
Bulma tried to pull herself back together, drying her tears like she knew her Goku-san would be doing. There was too much going on now. Why did life have to get so hard? What had she done to deserve all this?
No one could answer her. It was as if, no one could hear her, or they were ignoring her.
She was used to that though. No one wanted to listen. No one cared enough to.
Except. except her Goku-san.
The princess picked herself back up and tried to make the best of things. She hung up the phone when her friend Launch came in to help her move her stuff to the car.
There was only one place to go for now, and that was her great grandma.
Bulma stayed for only two days, as it became a burden for her aunt across the street to take her to West City Senior high in the mornings. Too far to go in the half-hour they had to get back and forth.
She couldn't stay there, not without a car. She had her license though.
Not much use without a car, now are they.
The move was easy enough, but the teal haired beauty just didn't feel. right there. Something was wrong.
She had the option of staying with Goku for two weeks, but that was the max. Piccolo had two men staying there with him already. The addition of a girl wasn't a bad idea since she agreed to clean up a bit, but that would be a houseful, as if it weren't already.
Bulma didn't want to do that, not yet. The gas money would be ridiculous and so would the hours of sleep she would be getting.
So Piccolo's house was a big 'no' for the time being.
Bulma found herself house hopping, more or less, jumping from her friend Launch's house to her Mamaw's, and finally Yamcha's.
The desert bandit was more than relieved to have her nearby.
It seemed to make him feel a thousand times better, which was a reprieve to Bulma.
Yamcha had always had a fixation on his best friend Bulma since the day they met. And the teal haired princess saw how deep his feelings went for her, but she knew that their relationship would have to stay the way it was.
Maybe one day he could understand that he's not the one for her.
That would take a while.
Bulma had her stuff everywhere, but the bandit didn't seem to notice. He was too thrilled about having the object of his affection right there living with him.
But the princess was too involved with her feelings, how the entire world seemed to be against her now days. She couldn't notice how fond Yamcha was becoming of her, how much he sacrificed to keep her happy, how much pain she was causing him by simply acting herself.
Anytime she would notice, it would kill her inside. How could she hurt her best friend like this? How dare she make him feel this terrible when all he had done for her was trying to please her? She was taking advantage of his lovability, treating him as nothing more than a commoner, when she knew damn well that he deserved to be treated with more respect than that.
But anytime she would suggest that she was the guilty one in causing his suffering, he would shake his head and imply that she only made him happy, that he was ever so grateful to have her in his life. That he was thankful for her.
Then she saw him cry and it hurt. It hurt so incredibly bad, Bulma felt as if she were dying. Those tears were because of her. Somehow, she knew there was nothing she could say to him to take away that pain. The hurting that she had caused.
At that moment, he said, "I love you, Bulma."
Bulma's eyes began to water, as she looked him in the eyes.
How could he say that when he knew how happy she was with Goku? He was only stating the truth. She should've known it all along.
But she had been blinded by selfishness. She was engulfed in her own self- pity and couldn't give a damn about anyone other than herself.
She tried to explain, but she was choking on the tears she had been holding back for so long. They embraced and just held onto one another for the moment.
How could she have been so cold to Yamcha before? Why was he still caring for her like this after she had hurt him so many times? He simply said, because I love you.
Bulma didn't know what to do, or even what to think at that point. She was in love with Goku and determined to make that relationship work. No one was going to change that for her.
I am SOOOOO sorry that took so long! I've had writer's block!! _ But, I'm relieved to get that off my chest. I'm working on part four as you read this, so it should be up by tomorrow or the next day. Hope you like this part!! ^_^ Ja ne. -Bulma
Don't Turn Away
The morning came like a desert storm, the wind carrying her family's trust along the way. Nothing was going to work here.
Not with that woman running things, that is.
Bulma had enough, and she meant it this time. She couldn't take Mrs. Briefs controlling her life like she was. The princess was practically an adult and didn't need a nosy bitch looking over her shoulder, watching her every move.
Bulma Briefs needed privacy.
That was a simple request, right?
Apparently not to Mrs. Briefs.
With a sigh, the teal haired beauty arose and took on the day with a weary, but determined, mind. She dialed up her Goku-san, during the brink of day when no man would want to be awakened. or just Goku in this case: it was 9:30 am.
Goku answered sleepily, trying to reassure the upset Bulma-chan, searching through his drowsy mind for consoling words. He always had his effect on the princess. She somehow knew his intentions were good and his heart was pure.
He loved her, and that was what kept her moving on.
Bulma tried to pull herself back together, drying her tears like she knew her Goku-san would be doing. There was too much going on now. Why did life have to get so hard? What had she done to deserve all this?
No one could answer her. It was as if, no one could hear her, or they were ignoring her.
She was used to that though. No one wanted to listen. No one cared enough to.
Except. except her Goku-san.
The princess picked herself back up and tried to make the best of things. She hung up the phone when her friend Launch came in to help her move her stuff to the car.
There was only one place to go for now, and that was her great grandma.
Bulma stayed for only two days, as it became a burden for her aunt across the street to take her to West City Senior high in the mornings. Too far to go in the half-hour they had to get back and forth.
She couldn't stay there, not without a car. She had her license though.
Not much use without a car, now are they.
The move was easy enough, but the teal haired beauty just didn't feel. right there. Something was wrong.
She had the option of staying with Goku for two weeks, but that was the max. Piccolo had two men staying there with him already. The addition of a girl wasn't a bad idea since she agreed to clean up a bit, but that would be a houseful, as if it weren't already.
Bulma didn't want to do that, not yet. The gas money would be ridiculous and so would the hours of sleep she would be getting.
So Piccolo's house was a big 'no' for the time being.
Bulma found herself house hopping, more or less, jumping from her friend Launch's house to her Mamaw's, and finally Yamcha's.
The desert bandit was more than relieved to have her nearby.
It seemed to make him feel a thousand times better, which was a reprieve to Bulma.
Yamcha had always had a fixation on his best friend Bulma since the day they met. And the teal haired princess saw how deep his feelings went for her, but she knew that their relationship would have to stay the way it was.
Maybe one day he could understand that he's not the one for her.
That would take a while.
Bulma had her stuff everywhere, but the bandit didn't seem to notice. He was too thrilled about having the object of his affection right there living with him.
But the princess was too involved with her feelings, how the entire world seemed to be against her now days. She couldn't notice how fond Yamcha was becoming of her, how much he sacrificed to keep her happy, how much pain she was causing him by simply acting herself.
Anytime she would notice, it would kill her inside. How could she hurt her best friend like this? How dare she make him feel this terrible when all he had done for her was trying to please her? She was taking advantage of his lovability, treating him as nothing more than a commoner, when she knew damn well that he deserved to be treated with more respect than that.
But anytime she would suggest that she was the guilty one in causing his suffering, he would shake his head and imply that she only made him happy, that he was ever so grateful to have her in his life. That he was thankful for her.
Then she saw him cry and it hurt. It hurt so incredibly bad, Bulma felt as if she were dying. Those tears were because of her. Somehow, she knew there was nothing she could say to him to take away that pain. The hurting that she had caused.
At that moment, he said, "I love you, Bulma."
Bulma's eyes began to water, as she looked him in the eyes.
How could he say that when he knew how happy she was with Goku? He was only stating the truth. She should've known it all along.
But she had been blinded by selfishness. She was engulfed in her own self- pity and couldn't give a damn about anyone other than herself.
She tried to explain, but she was choking on the tears she had been holding back for so long. They embraced and just held onto one another for the moment.
How could she have been so cold to Yamcha before? Why was he still caring for her like this after she had hurt him so many times? He simply said, because I love you.
Bulma didn't know what to do, or even what to think at that point. She was in love with Goku and determined to make that relationship work. No one was going to change that for her.
I am SOOOOO sorry that took so long! I've had writer's block!! _ But, I'm relieved to get that off my chest. I'm working on part four as you read this, so it should be up by tomorrow or the next day. Hope you like this part!! ^_^ Ja ne. -Bulma
