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I'm seriously trying to make more time for this story. It's starting to wind down, alright no...that's a lie. I've got at least 6 or more chapters before the end. Believe meeh, this is one HS fic with a twist that NO ONE saw coming. Just keep reading and reviewing and I just might update faster. I hope to get 300 or more reviews before I finish. Can y'all help meeh do that...?
I dedicate this chapter to all of mai readers and reviewers, even those readers who don't review. It's alright. I'm just glad that the by-product of mai boredom makes you guys happi. That' s what I'm here for; to please the readers. I hope this chapter's long enough. Have I told y'all how much I luv you lately? ^_^
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~LadyB
The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Nineteen
~*~*~*~
As a result of the comforting words that her friends had offered, Bulma managed to make it through one more day. School had been shit, to say the least. Slamming down her backpack on the floor and locking the door behind her, the troubled teen walked into her room and hated everything within her slight. What good did her all of those expensive things she owned if they offered her no love? Did they run up to her and hold her when she came home in tears? Did they off her the love that was lacking from the man in her life? No they didn't, Bulma shook her head bitterly. Then she exploded.
Bulma walked up to her open walk-in closet, the rage of a psycho written all over her naturally beautiful face. "I hate this," Bulma began to pull random clothes out of her closet. She snapped hangers and clips as she hurled everything onto the floor, occasionally stomping on a random unsuspecting garment. "And this!" Bulma pulled her 500-dollar Prada jacket and flung it to the floor. Seeing that the jacket fell completely on the floor Bulma grabbed a white multi-colored Luis Vuitton purse and threw it half way across her room. "Damn it all to hell!" Her voice detonated in a shriek. "Fuck it all for all I care!" Bulma shut her eyes but the tears kept coming. "I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!" Bulma broke down on her carpeted floor in an array of sorrow-filled cries. She rolled over to her side, the tears still falling from her face. "Why me... what did I ever do to deserve this life I live?"
For a moment or two she lay there, thinking of all the things that had happened to her within the past few weeks, maybe even months. But who as keeping track of time? She sure wasn't. Bulma sniffed once again, then using up all of the strength she had left with her, she stood up and made the long journey to the bathroom. Bulma took a look at herself in tears, to say the least her mind was numb, she didn't even bother to turn on the lights; she liked the dark. It was a reflection of the feelings of her inner self. The dark knew nothing, felt nothing, did nothing. It was perfection. She dared not look at her face; she was far too pathetic for any human to lay eyes upon.
Bulma sighed. Three days without Vegeta has come and just as quickly they had left, she was glad that they were over, they were starting to take their toll on her. The void that he left in her heart was eating Bulma alive. It was like a virus; it ate at her insides, her emotions, her mind, and lastly her sprit. She hadn't smiled in days, but then again, what reason did she have to smile? Her life was shit. She had broken up with the boy that she could safely say she saw herself spending the rest of her life with and to make matters worse, she was expecting an incarnation of their love; his child.
She brought her large, bewildered sapphire eyes to focus on the reflective material that was her bathroom mirror; finally summoning up the strength to face herself which seemed alien in her. What was she going to do now? Looking away momentarily Bulma did her best to swallow the lump in her throat, unhurriedly she glimpsed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror before her. It was dim, dark, lost, and hurt beyond words. Usually there would be a face so full of life staring back at Bulma, and yet today there was the total opposite. Bulma sneered at what she saw in the mirror, she loathed it, and couldn't even stand to stare it in the eyes. The girl shook her head, what a coward she was. She couldn't even face herself in the mirror. How pathetic.
"What's the use...?" Her voice was young, beaten and tattered. Once more she was forced to consume the feelings rushing up in her like a volcano ready to explode. Bulma had made it a point not to cry or to feel anything for that matter. She was through being Vegeta's little puppet, at his every beck and call. She was sick of losing sleep over him, and most of all she was sick of feeling for him. It was obvious that everything he had said to her was nothing now; he was done with her, just like Terra.
Bulma's mind was flowing between the depths of the land of hate and confusion. What was she going to do? The lashes of teenage romance were slapping her in the back now, like a slave on her knees, the slave master being Vegeta. Her spirit was dead at the hands of Vegeta; he had taken all of her with nothing in return. Bulma shook her head, her hair falling all over her face in a dilapidated manner. She finally lifted her head up and turned around, the shower behind her. Her eyes rested on the razor hanging in its container; the dim light from outside bounced off of it, making Bulma intrigued. A thought crossed her mind....
No; she couldn't. She had promised Juuhachi-gou and Chi-Chi that she wouldn't. Bulma took a seat on the top of the lidded toilet, just silently thinking to herself what would come of this whole mess, turned away from the shower. She tried to busy her thoughts with something else, but there seemed to be something in the back of her mind that was calling out for her to recognize it. It was driving Bulma mad. Driven by the insanity being fueled by her ignorance, Bulma took a stand. She was losing her mind, piece by piece.
There were so many thoughts pounding at the door of her mind, demanding entrance, demanding recognition. She wondered how she would get to sleep that night. Finally, the dam broke; the tears began to cascade down her pastel face. "What's the point of life?" Bulma sobbed to herself. "Would there be any difference if I never existed?" She wailed loudly. "How will I ever get to sleep knowing the type of suffering that I do?!"
At that moment nothing seemed to matter to her. She didn't give a fuck about the baby growing inside of her, and she sure in hell didn't give a fuck about the baby's father. She didn't care about what Juuhachi-gou and Chi-Chi had told her the night before. She didn't care about her parents. Right about then Bulma didn't care about anything. The anger and pain was too much for Bulma to take anymore. So rather than fighting it, like she had been all day, she gave yield to it, allowing it to take over her little left sanity.
She hated Vegeta for making her feel all of the things that he had in the last few days. Being with him could have cost her everything she ever believed in; her parents trust, her friends, her grades, and not to mention her life. Another fixture of her anger was the child in her, damn it to hell for being conceived. Bulma hated Chi-Chi for having the picture perfect romance. Bulma hated Juuhachi-gou for having the bullet proof heart. Bulma hated everyone. Rage was the only thing she saw as it blinded her eyesight, and clouded her mind. At that point Bulma could do anything to anyone and not care about it in the least bit.
And yet in spite of all her wrath, there was also sorrow, despair, and perplexity. In part she felt that all of her vulnerability at the moment was some how brought upon by herself. After all that happened she was the on that fell in love with him. There was always a part of her that was telling her that things were happening too fast. Although there was a time when she had learned to drown it out she kind of wished that she had listened to it. Bulma shut her eyes until she was seeing spots due to the pressure. Everything had happened way too fast, she should have known better then to let Vegeta have her so easily. Bulma had held out for so long, so why Vegeta? At that moment in time she was too busy hating herself to care. She hated being so dependent on him. She hated him for holding her heart in his hands with the power to squash it in one painful motion. Bulma hated everything, and there was nothing more she wanted than to cause pain to everything in her path.
So in her last conscious reaction Bulma reached for the razor, then the rest was history.
~*~
"Oh hello dears." Bunni Briefs opened the door to reveal a pair of casually dressed young girls. Chi-Chi stood before Bulma's mother in a short black uniform-style skirt, a lavender top adorned her upper body. Juuhachi-gou was conservatively dressed in some black pair of jeans and a red halter-top hanging around her neck down to the rest of her body. The girls looked ready for a night on the town. "What's the occasion?" Bunni asked, cupping her hands before her in marvel at the girls' outfits.
The blonde was puzzled. "You mean Bulma didn't tell you?"
A very lost and mystified appearance raced by Bulma's mother's face. "Bulma? Tell me what?"
Chi-Chi shook her head; her friend had been so out of things lately that it came to no surprise that she had failed to include her mother in their plans for the evening. "Oh nothing really. We were just planning on heading out to a nice club tonight, to get some fresh air. Bulma didn't tell you?"
Bunni smiled. "How wonderful! But no...Bulma hadn't told me."
Juuhachi-gou looked up and past Bulma's mother's head. "Speak of which, where is she?" Juuhachi-gou wondered outloud. "Is she alright."
This time a look of worry passed by the face of Bunni Briefs. "Now that you mention it girls..." She trailed off as she looked towards the top of the stairs. "Bulma seems to have been somewhat distant this week."
Chi-Chi understood the worry of a mother, sometimes she easily filled the position among their group at school, so naturally when Bunni worried over Bulma she had long since felt that feeling. The girls watched Bunni walk towards the couch and take a seat, the older woman motioned for them to join her once she had taken a seat on the white futon in the center of a grand living room that belong to the Capsule Corporation. Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou sat down next to Bunni a few minutes later. With her porcelain indigo eyes, Juuhachi-gou watched as Bunni glanced down at her hands in her lap uneasily.
"She's a teenager, I know those are troubled years." Bunni began. "But I just can't shake the feeling that there's something going on that she hasn't told me about... I don't know why she would hide something from me. Bulma's always been so open to me about everything. What could she possibly keep from me?"
'The baby.' Both girls thought in unison.
"Bulma hasn't told you anything, has you?" Bunni asked the two girls to her right and her left in hopes of getting something out of them.
Much to her disappointment Chi-Chi shook her head, and Juuhachi-gou did nothing. "No Mrs. Briefs." Chi-Chi said apologetically. "Nothing."
Juuhachi-gou stared at Bulma's mother. "You know Mrs. Briefs," Juuhachi-gou began. "Even if Bulma had told us something, what made you think that we would betray her trust?"
They heard Bunni sigh. "You're right." Came the mumble from Bunni. "I'm sorry that I thought that." Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou said nothing, they were at a loss of words.
"Can we see her?" Chi-Chi questioned
Bunni sniffed slightly. "Of course."
Juuhachi-gou shook her head. "Where is she?"
Bunni looked around for a moment. "Bulma came home and locked herself in her room. Not a word." Taking a pause Bunni glanced up at the girls next to either side of her. "That's what has me so worried."
An indescribable gleam passed by Juuhachi-gou's eyes as they met Chi-Chi's over the woman between them. To say that least it was safe to say that the blonde was worried, or in some way disturbed. Chi-Chi had never seem that look cross her face, not once. Juuhachi-gou took to her feet. "Since she came home?"
Bunni nodded her head full of graying blonde hair up and down. "I'm afraid so."
Not having to be told twice Juuhachi-gou took hold of Chi-Chi's hand and walked up the stairs quickly. Bunni watched the girls take up the flight of winding stairs to her daughter's room, being able to only hope that whatever was bothering her precious daughter could be slain by the intentions and words of her compassionate friends. Because at the end of the day she was still just her mother.
~*~
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Pound, Pound, Pound.
"BULMA!"
There came no reply from within the locked door of Bulma's room. Juuhachi- gou knocked once more as Chi-Chi paced the space before the white oak door. The worse was being confirmed from the silence on the other end of the door. Chi-Chi stopped pacing momentarily and turned to face the older girl standing a few feet away from her.
"Juu, do you think--"
Before Chi-Chi could finish her sentence Juuhachi-gou glared at her, Juuhachi-gou's already narrow eyes took on the look of slits. Blonde locks flew around the frame of Juuhachi-gou's face as she shook her head from side to side. "No Chi. She isn't a coward. She knows better than that."
Chi-Chi sent her large ebony eyes downcast to the light powder blue carpet below the soles of her black timberland boots. Her vision started to cloud up. "Oh god Juu..." She paused for a moment and sniffed. "I don't think that I could s-stand knowing she d-did something like to herself."
Juuhachi-gou didn't like where the conversation was heading, although her mind was partly scared for the same reason for a friend she had made too quickly, she wasn't about the brake down. The blonde turned fully to face Chi-Chi. "Don't worry about it." Came her monotonous reply then she continued to knock on the door.
"She's not opening." Chi-Chi stated the obvious quite well. "I wonder what's going on." Chi-Chi eyed Juuhachi-gou up and down, her friend had turned her open plans into fists know at her side, her hands shook. Chi-Chi was slightly worried about what was going through Juuhachi-gou's demented mind at the moment. "Juu-Chan..." There was a pause. "What are you thinking?"
Known for her violent nature, Juuhachi-gou was about to do her bloodline proud. "I'm getting into that room."
Chi-Chi held her hands up in objection. "Juu no."
However it was already too late, the blonde had kicked up her leg into the air and sent it crashing at the wooden door. It gave way without any type of struggle revealing Bulma's usually neat room; usually that was except for that one day. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Chi-Chi looked around in horror, everything down to Bulma's most expensive and most beloved merchandise was thrown in every direction imaginable. Juuhachi-gou shook her head from side to side disapprovingly, like a mother.
"Oh my Kami, she snapped." Juuhachi-gou dared not use a voice above a whisper.
Chi-Chi placid her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. "I wonder what happened her. It looks like she's been robbed!"
Juuhachi-gou forced her eyes to look around, and yet she found Bulma no where in her sight. She shut her eyes and once more shook her head. "I can't believe this..." She trailed off. "Where the hell is she."
Walking past the shatter glass that at one point had been a vase Chi-Chi sat on Bulma's bed. "I don't understand it...she was fine at school..."
"That was school, Chi-Chi think!" Juuhachi-gou yelled. "You know her a lot better than I do. Where the fuck could she be."
The younger girl suddenly seemed hurt. "I'm sorry Juu..."
Juuhachi-gou sighed. "No Chi I didn't mean to yell. I'm just worried that's all..."
There was a spark that went off in Chi-Chi's head. She looked up and her thought was confirmed. "The bathroom." Chi-Chi muttered mostly to herself.
"Nani?"
"The bathroom. She's in the bathroom." Chi-Chi said. "Everytime when Yamcha would come over she would lock herself in the bathroom for hours and he would just sit on her bed waiting for her." Chi-Chi explained as she walked around the room as if she were looking for something.
Juuhachi-gou took that time to walk to a shut door that she could only guess was Bulma's bathroom. "It's locked."
"I knew that." Chi-Chi mumbled, still pacing the room.
"What are you doing?!" Juuhachi-gou watched Chi-Chi pace the room like mad woman.
Chi-Chi looked up and then continued what she was doing. She looked under the bed. "Key of my heart..." She whispered to herself softly.
"NANI?!" Juuhachi-gou screamed.
Chi-Chi got off of her knees. "Well you see when Yamcha asked her why he couldn't come in to the bathroom and talk with her she would always reply to him, 'you don't even have the key of my heart'." Juuhachi-gou arched her eyebrow. Then Chi-Chi let out a content squeal as her eyes fixed behind Juuhachi-gou's head. "I got it!" Chi-Chi climbed on Bulma's bed and pulled a heart-shaped angle statue that was hanging on the wall forward. Specifically how her mind had pictured it, a small silver key fell from behind it. "I knew it!" She smiled brightly.
Juuhachi-gou could only stare at Chi-Chi. "Is that the--"
"Hai, it's the key to the bathroom." Chi-Chi assured as she walked by her friend to open the door of the bathroom. She slid the key into the slot of the door and clicked it to the right. The pale blue door opened with a creak. And what they saw beyond the door would not soon be forgotten. Juuhachi-gou gasped as Chi-Chi nearly fainted; it took their breath away....
~*~
Aren't I evil...? ^_^v
~*~
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I'm seriously trying to make more time for this story. It's starting to wind down, alright no...that's a lie. I've got at least 6 or more chapters before the end. Believe meeh, this is one HS fic with a twist that NO ONE saw coming. Just keep reading and reviewing and I just might update faster. I hope to get 300 or more reviews before I finish. Can y'all help meeh do that...?
I dedicate this chapter to all of mai readers and reviewers, even those readers who don't review. It's alright. I'm just glad that the by-product of mai boredom makes you guys happi. That' s what I'm here for; to please the readers. I hope this chapter's long enough. Have I told y'all how much I luv you lately? ^_^
Well enough out of meeh, I'll just get out of your way and let you get to your reading. Thanks again for the luv and don't forget to cast in your reviews. Comments or anything, I'm trying to be a better writer, and you're helping!! So enjoy and show meeh some luv!!
~LadyB
The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Nineteen
~*~*~*~
As a result of the comforting words that her friends had offered, Bulma managed to make it through one more day. School had been shit, to say the least. Slamming down her backpack on the floor and locking the door behind her, the troubled teen walked into her room and hated everything within her slight. What good did her all of those expensive things she owned if they offered her no love? Did they run up to her and hold her when she came home in tears? Did they off her the love that was lacking from the man in her life? No they didn't, Bulma shook her head bitterly. Then she exploded.
Bulma walked up to her open walk-in closet, the rage of a psycho written all over her naturally beautiful face. "I hate this," Bulma began to pull random clothes out of her closet. She snapped hangers and clips as she hurled everything onto the floor, occasionally stomping on a random unsuspecting garment. "And this!" Bulma pulled her 500-dollar Prada jacket and flung it to the floor. Seeing that the jacket fell completely on the floor Bulma grabbed a white multi-colored Luis Vuitton purse and threw it half way across her room. "Damn it all to hell!" Her voice detonated in a shriek. "Fuck it all for all I care!" Bulma shut her eyes but the tears kept coming. "I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!" Bulma broke down on her carpeted floor in an array of sorrow-filled cries. She rolled over to her side, the tears still falling from her face. "Why me... what did I ever do to deserve this life I live?"
For a moment or two she lay there, thinking of all the things that had happened to her within the past few weeks, maybe even months. But who as keeping track of time? She sure wasn't. Bulma sniffed once again, then using up all of the strength she had left with her, she stood up and made the long journey to the bathroom. Bulma took a look at herself in tears, to say the least her mind was numb, she didn't even bother to turn on the lights; she liked the dark. It was a reflection of the feelings of her inner self. The dark knew nothing, felt nothing, did nothing. It was perfection. She dared not look at her face; she was far too pathetic for any human to lay eyes upon.
Bulma sighed. Three days without Vegeta has come and just as quickly they had left, she was glad that they were over, they were starting to take their toll on her. The void that he left in her heart was eating Bulma alive. It was like a virus; it ate at her insides, her emotions, her mind, and lastly her sprit. She hadn't smiled in days, but then again, what reason did she have to smile? Her life was shit. She had broken up with the boy that she could safely say she saw herself spending the rest of her life with and to make matters worse, she was expecting an incarnation of their love; his child.
She brought her large, bewildered sapphire eyes to focus on the reflective material that was her bathroom mirror; finally summoning up the strength to face herself which seemed alien in her. What was she going to do now? Looking away momentarily Bulma did her best to swallow the lump in her throat, unhurriedly she glimpsed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror before her. It was dim, dark, lost, and hurt beyond words. Usually there would be a face so full of life staring back at Bulma, and yet today there was the total opposite. Bulma sneered at what she saw in the mirror, she loathed it, and couldn't even stand to stare it in the eyes. The girl shook her head, what a coward she was. She couldn't even face herself in the mirror. How pathetic.
"What's the use...?" Her voice was young, beaten and tattered. Once more she was forced to consume the feelings rushing up in her like a volcano ready to explode. Bulma had made it a point not to cry or to feel anything for that matter. She was through being Vegeta's little puppet, at his every beck and call. She was sick of losing sleep over him, and most of all she was sick of feeling for him. It was obvious that everything he had said to her was nothing now; he was done with her, just like Terra.
Bulma's mind was flowing between the depths of the land of hate and confusion. What was she going to do? The lashes of teenage romance were slapping her in the back now, like a slave on her knees, the slave master being Vegeta. Her spirit was dead at the hands of Vegeta; he had taken all of her with nothing in return. Bulma shook her head, her hair falling all over her face in a dilapidated manner. She finally lifted her head up and turned around, the shower behind her. Her eyes rested on the razor hanging in its container; the dim light from outside bounced off of it, making Bulma intrigued. A thought crossed her mind....
No; she couldn't. She had promised Juuhachi-gou and Chi-Chi that she wouldn't. Bulma took a seat on the top of the lidded toilet, just silently thinking to herself what would come of this whole mess, turned away from the shower. She tried to busy her thoughts with something else, but there seemed to be something in the back of her mind that was calling out for her to recognize it. It was driving Bulma mad. Driven by the insanity being fueled by her ignorance, Bulma took a stand. She was losing her mind, piece by piece.
There were so many thoughts pounding at the door of her mind, demanding entrance, demanding recognition. She wondered how she would get to sleep that night. Finally, the dam broke; the tears began to cascade down her pastel face. "What's the point of life?" Bulma sobbed to herself. "Would there be any difference if I never existed?" She wailed loudly. "How will I ever get to sleep knowing the type of suffering that I do?!"
At that moment nothing seemed to matter to her. She didn't give a fuck about the baby growing inside of her, and she sure in hell didn't give a fuck about the baby's father. She didn't care about what Juuhachi-gou and Chi-Chi had told her the night before. She didn't care about her parents. Right about then Bulma didn't care about anything. The anger and pain was too much for Bulma to take anymore. So rather than fighting it, like she had been all day, she gave yield to it, allowing it to take over her little left sanity.
She hated Vegeta for making her feel all of the things that he had in the last few days. Being with him could have cost her everything she ever believed in; her parents trust, her friends, her grades, and not to mention her life. Another fixture of her anger was the child in her, damn it to hell for being conceived. Bulma hated Chi-Chi for having the picture perfect romance. Bulma hated Juuhachi-gou for having the bullet proof heart. Bulma hated everyone. Rage was the only thing she saw as it blinded her eyesight, and clouded her mind. At that point Bulma could do anything to anyone and not care about it in the least bit.
And yet in spite of all her wrath, there was also sorrow, despair, and perplexity. In part she felt that all of her vulnerability at the moment was some how brought upon by herself. After all that happened she was the on that fell in love with him. There was always a part of her that was telling her that things were happening too fast. Although there was a time when she had learned to drown it out she kind of wished that she had listened to it. Bulma shut her eyes until she was seeing spots due to the pressure. Everything had happened way too fast, she should have known better then to let Vegeta have her so easily. Bulma had held out for so long, so why Vegeta? At that moment in time she was too busy hating herself to care. She hated being so dependent on him. She hated him for holding her heart in his hands with the power to squash it in one painful motion. Bulma hated everything, and there was nothing more she wanted than to cause pain to everything in her path.
So in her last conscious reaction Bulma reached for the razor, then the rest was history.
~*~
"Oh hello dears." Bunni Briefs opened the door to reveal a pair of casually dressed young girls. Chi-Chi stood before Bulma's mother in a short black uniform-style skirt, a lavender top adorned her upper body. Juuhachi-gou was conservatively dressed in some black pair of jeans and a red halter-top hanging around her neck down to the rest of her body. The girls looked ready for a night on the town. "What's the occasion?" Bunni asked, cupping her hands before her in marvel at the girls' outfits.
The blonde was puzzled. "You mean Bulma didn't tell you?"
A very lost and mystified appearance raced by Bulma's mother's face. "Bulma? Tell me what?"
Chi-Chi shook her head; her friend had been so out of things lately that it came to no surprise that she had failed to include her mother in their plans for the evening. "Oh nothing really. We were just planning on heading out to a nice club tonight, to get some fresh air. Bulma didn't tell you?"
Bunni smiled. "How wonderful! But no...Bulma hadn't told me."
Juuhachi-gou looked up and past Bulma's mother's head. "Speak of which, where is she?" Juuhachi-gou wondered outloud. "Is she alright."
This time a look of worry passed by the face of Bunni Briefs. "Now that you mention it girls..." She trailed off as she looked towards the top of the stairs. "Bulma seems to have been somewhat distant this week."
Chi-Chi understood the worry of a mother, sometimes she easily filled the position among their group at school, so naturally when Bunni worried over Bulma she had long since felt that feeling. The girls watched Bunni walk towards the couch and take a seat, the older woman motioned for them to join her once she had taken a seat on the white futon in the center of a grand living room that belong to the Capsule Corporation. Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou sat down next to Bunni a few minutes later. With her porcelain indigo eyes, Juuhachi-gou watched as Bunni glanced down at her hands in her lap uneasily.
"She's a teenager, I know those are troubled years." Bunni began. "But I just can't shake the feeling that there's something going on that she hasn't told me about... I don't know why she would hide something from me. Bulma's always been so open to me about everything. What could she possibly keep from me?"
'The baby.' Both girls thought in unison.
"Bulma hasn't told you anything, has you?" Bunni asked the two girls to her right and her left in hopes of getting something out of them.
Much to her disappointment Chi-Chi shook her head, and Juuhachi-gou did nothing. "No Mrs. Briefs." Chi-Chi said apologetically. "Nothing."
Juuhachi-gou stared at Bulma's mother. "You know Mrs. Briefs," Juuhachi-gou began. "Even if Bulma had told us something, what made you think that we would betray her trust?"
They heard Bunni sigh. "You're right." Came the mumble from Bunni. "I'm sorry that I thought that." Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou said nothing, they were at a loss of words.
"Can we see her?" Chi-Chi questioned
Bunni sniffed slightly. "Of course."
Juuhachi-gou shook her head. "Where is she?"
Bunni looked around for a moment. "Bulma came home and locked herself in her room. Not a word." Taking a pause Bunni glanced up at the girls next to either side of her. "That's what has me so worried."
An indescribable gleam passed by Juuhachi-gou's eyes as they met Chi-Chi's over the woman between them. To say that least it was safe to say that the blonde was worried, or in some way disturbed. Chi-Chi had never seem that look cross her face, not once. Juuhachi-gou took to her feet. "Since she came home?"
Bunni nodded her head full of graying blonde hair up and down. "I'm afraid so."
Not having to be told twice Juuhachi-gou took hold of Chi-Chi's hand and walked up the stairs quickly. Bunni watched the girls take up the flight of winding stairs to her daughter's room, being able to only hope that whatever was bothering her precious daughter could be slain by the intentions and words of her compassionate friends. Because at the end of the day she was still just her mother.
~*~
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Pound, Pound, Pound.
"BULMA!"
There came no reply from within the locked door of Bulma's room. Juuhachi- gou knocked once more as Chi-Chi paced the space before the white oak door. The worse was being confirmed from the silence on the other end of the door. Chi-Chi stopped pacing momentarily and turned to face the older girl standing a few feet away from her.
"Juu, do you think--"
Before Chi-Chi could finish her sentence Juuhachi-gou glared at her, Juuhachi-gou's already narrow eyes took on the look of slits. Blonde locks flew around the frame of Juuhachi-gou's face as she shook her head from side to side. "No Chi. She isn't a coward. She knows better than that."
Chi-Chi sent her large ebony eyes downcast to the light powder blue carpet below the soles of her black timberland boots. Her vision started to cloud up. "Oh god Juu..." She paused for a moment and sniffed. "I don't think that I could s-stand knowing she d-did something like to herself."
Juuhachi-gou didn't like where the conversation was heading, although her mind was partly scared for the same reason for a friend she had made too quickly, she wasn't about the brake down. The blonde turned fully to face Chi-Chi. "Don't worry about it." Came her monotonous reply then she continued to knock on the door.
"She's not opening." Chi-Chi stated the obvious quite well. "I wonder what's going on." Chi-Chi eyed Juuhachi-gou up and down, her friend had turned her open plans into fists know at her side, her hands shook. Chi-Chi was slightly worried about what was going through Juuhachi-gou's demented mind at the moment. "Juu-Chan..." There was a pause. "What are you thinking?"
Known for her violent nature, Juuhachi-gou was about to do her bloodline proud. "I'm getting into that room."
Chi-Chi held her hands up in objection. "Juu no."
However it was already too late, the blonde had kicked up her leg into the air and sent it crashing at the wooden door. It gave way without any type of struggle revealing Bulma's usually neat room; usually that was except for that one day. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Chi-Chi looked around in horror, everything down to Bulma's most expensive and most beloved merchandise was thrown in every direction imaginable. Juuhachi-gou shook her head from side to side disapprovingly, like a mother.
"Oh my Kami, she snapped." Juuhachi-gou dared not use a voice above a whisper.
Chi-Chi placid her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. "I wonder what happened her. It looks like she's been robbed!"
Juuhachi-gou forced her eyes to look around, and yet she found Bulma no where in her sight. She shut her eyes and once more shook her head. "I can't believe this..." She trailed off. "Where the hell is she."
Walking past the shatter glass that at one point had been a vase Chi-Chi sat on Bulma's bed. "I don't understand it...she was fine at school..."
"That was school, Chi-Chi think!" Juuhachi-gou yelled. "You know her a lot better than I do. Where the fuck could she be."
The younger girl suddenly seemed hurt. "I'm sorry Juu..."
Juuhachi-gou sighed. "No Chi I didn't mean to yell. I'm just worried that's all..."
There was a spark that went off in Chi-Chi's head. She looked up and her thought was confirmed. "The bathroom." Chi-Chi muttered mostly to herself.
"Nani?"
"The bathroom. She's in the bathroom." Chi-Chi said. "Everytime when Yamcha would come over she would lock herself in the bathroom for hours and he would just sit on her bed waiting for her." Chi-Chi explained as she walked around the room as if she were looking for something.
Juuhachi-gou took that time to walk to a shut door that she could only guess was Bulma's bathroom. "It's locked."
"I knew that." Chi-Chi mumbled, still pacing the room.
"What are you doing?!" Juuhachi-gou watched Chi-Chi pace the room like mad woman.
Chi-Chi looked up and then continued what she was doing. She looked under the bed. "Key of my heart..." She whispered to herself softly.
"NANI?!" Juuhachi-gou screamed.
Chi-Chi got off of her knees. "Well you see when Yamcha asked her why he couldn't come in to the bathroom and talk with her she would always reply to him, 'you don't even have the key of my heart'." Juuhachi-gou arched her eyebrow. Then Chi-Chi let out a content squeal as her eyes fixed behind Juuhachi-gou's head. "I got it!" Chi-Chi climbed on Bulma's bed and pulled a heart-shaped angle statue that was hanging on the wall forward. Specifically how her mind had pictured it, a small silver key fell from behind it. "I knew it!" She smiled brightly.
Juuhachi-gou could only stare at Chi-Chi. "Is that the--"
"Hai, it's the key to the bathroom." Chi-Chi assured as she walked by her friend to open the door of the bathroom. She slid the key into the slot of the door and clicked it to the right. The pale blue door opened with a creak. And what they saw beyond the door would not soon be forgotten. Juuhachi-gou gasped as Chi-Chi nearly fainted; it took their breath away....
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