Julie lay lifeless on the lawn, sprawled out in her blood. "OH MY GOD!! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!!" I yelled running to Julie. The hole in her head was now oozing with blood. "Why did you do this Julie... Why did you have to do this..." Trunks came running out of the house with his mother and the German business-men. "SERENA! WHAT HAPPENED!?" He asked kneeling in front of Julie. "She went crazy!! Just pulled the trigger on herself!" Bulma frantically dialed 9-1-1 on her cell phone and run into the house to get some sheets. I looked up to see hover ambulances swarm in the air, landing in our front yard. The world went silent around me as news people came running into the neighborhood, trapping us in. I couldn't hear the frantic screams of the rescue workers, nor the sound of mothers screaming from the houses next to us from the sight of Julie. Reporters came running up to me, shoving microphones in my face, yelling questions and pointing to Julie. I couldn't hear anything but Julie's voice replaying in my head. 'I came to you for help, Serena... You abandoned me.' A tear ran down my cheek and down onto my lips. "I didn't mean to..." I whispered. "Forgive me..."

The tabloids said all they could about how Capsule Corps. Vice President's girl friend killed a young girl until the autotopsi revealed that it had been a suicide. Flowers were sent to the house in memory of Julie's death, even though they all didn't know her. I locked myself into my room. The hours went by and reporters were camping out in our front yard, waiting for me to leave the house. Trunks came up to the door and knocked. "Serena...? Are you awake?" Trunks waited for a responce. "Listen, I know how bad you feel right now. But staying in there isn't going to solve anything." He paused, listening to my sobs. "Serena, unlock the door please." I didn't get up. I was huddled under the covers with a pillow over my head, crying heavly. "Serena. Please. Let me in. I want to talk to you." Trunks pressed his hands up against the door, listening for movement. Trunks slid down the door, pressing his back to the door. Trunks sighed, leaning his head back. "Serena, I can't help you if you wont let me in." I wiped my eyes and turned my head twards the door.

It was quiet now. I walked over to the door with my blanket wrapped around my body, up to my neck. I unlocked the door and opened it. Trunks turned his body around and stood up. "Serena..." He said reaching out. I sniffed and ran into his arms. "It was all my fault Trunks... I let her die..." I rubbed my cheek into his chest. "It's not your fault. She was upset and didn't know what to do." Trunks rubbed his hands on my back. I looked up at Trunks, tears staining my eyes and cheeks. "I left her there. I knew we should have brought her with us!" I tightened my grip on Trunk's torso. Trunks looked down at me, drawing his hand up to my chin and cheek, pulling my head up to look at him. "Listen. It's not your fault. She did it herself. You are as nice as they come. You couldn't have been a better friend to her." Trunks stopped and wiped my tears. "And if she was here right now I bet she would tell you that, too." I winced and more tears came out as I rubbed my face into Trunks. "It's OK now... everything is going to be fine." Trunks said, rubbing my back. "Everything."

The night turned into morning as Trunks and I sat up in my bed all night. Mostly from me crying and him trying to coax me to go to sleep. I finally fell asleep around 4-5 AM, the sun had just grazed over the hills. My dreams were vivid. The sight of Julie's death replaying over and over again in my head. Her voice calling out to me and everytime, my back was turned. Every so often, I would start to talk in my sleep, saying Julie's name as I began to cry, waking myself up. This continued until 7 in the morning when I decided that sleeping wasn't going to work and decided to stay up until I passed out. I looked over at Trunks, curled up in the comforter with his feet hanging out at the end. I smiled a little as Trunks shifted his arm out from under him and brought it over his head, pulling himself over to his back. I turned my head and looked up at the ceiling. The paint, now a little chipped, was a pearl color. The room matched, Dark Royal blue silk bedding, silver dressers, and wood floors. It was nothing like my room at home. It was a dark red with green tile. The bed was redish brown, making that the eye sore of the room, but what the room lacked in style, it made up for in size. I eased to my back, sliding into the blankets and closing my eyes.

I had just gotten to sleep when Bulma came running into the room, the reporters chasing after her. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the door. A stampeed of reporters chased Bulma down the hall way. "YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE!" Bulma yelled throwing her coffee cup and morning paper at them. The reporters weren't phased by it and one began to yell, "HEADLINE! MS.BRIEFS: ANGRY MOTHER OF TWO AFFRAID OF GETTING HACKED UP BY SON'S GIRL FRIEND!" (Hehe) Bulma stopped and chased after the reporters, yelling curses and hucking anything that was in arm length. Lamps, Vases, Chairs, etc. I grined and slid under the covers more, snuggling up to Trunks. Trunks didn't open his eyes. Obviously he was tired from staying up all night. A cold breeze filtered through the room, sending papers in. One landed on the bed. I reached down to get it, noting it was damp. It must have rained that night. I scanned over the news letter, my eyes landed on a special headline. "The un-named girl friend is said to have genes from the abomandable snow man. More on page 6." I started laughing and crumpled up the paper, throwing it into the waste basket across the room. I thought to myself, 'It might not be so bad having reporters all over. Maybe I can scare them!'

I got up out of bed and started doing laps around the house, trying to shake off how sleepy I really was. It was odd seeing requests for press confrences labled to, 'Ms.Serena'. It was funny to get lots of attention from people. I was used to just being ranked as Princess. Now I know how bad mother felt when reporters from Earth came to ask her about the kingdom. "Serena." A person in the other room called out in a mellow voice. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't label it. "I told you..." He said, walking out of the shadows. A man, about 5'5, slender and greasy hair stood in front of me. He wore a wife beater and a pair of ripped brown slacks, but in his hand he held the one thing that was the key element to who he was. An egg beater.



Tee hee. Bet you didn't see that comin' did ya. Well, I'm sorry it's so short, but I just couldn't help but get this one out. It's too good to sit and rot in 'My Documents' until I get enough power to write more! Well, Enjoy!

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