DISCLAIMER: Yes that's right!! I own DBZ! Eat your hearts out fan girls!!!
I keep them all chained downstairs in mai basement!!! *Evil laugh*
Honestly...we know the drill...don't own don't sue...do not pass go do not
collect 200 Yen. Just don't sue, you won't get anything but a pocket of
lint and an old ass computer.
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Summary: Years of hidden passion and lies finally come to the eyes of the public and life as she knows it is ruined for Bulma Briefs. And while she may be putting on a brave face on the outside, is she dying on the inside?
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AN:
HIYA Everyone! I'm back!!! And wait...what's this?! A G/B story?! *Gasp* Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know y'all will probably stone me to death but give this story a chance. It's not as bad as it seems. Lately I've been getting into G/B as a couple and you know what, if you think about it, it's the most logical couple out there. Don't try to prove me wrong, I know I'm right. ^__^ I'm just kidding.
I know I really don't need to be starting a new story but I just couldn't help myself. Things inspire meeh and this was on the top of mai head since ever. I just had to get this out, as I always do when a good story hits meeh. I hope y'all lyke this, altho that's gonna be had for most to accept. It's a twist, but then again I always luv to do twists. I don't lyke to jock, I lyke to be the original. ^^
Well...nothing much else to say about this story. Just be warned that it's a straight Goku and Bulma romance. For the most part that is. Flames, review, comments, are always welcome. But if you're going to flame don't flame about the couple. I already told you. If you can't stand the sight of Bulma and Goku together...back away slowly and run. This story is not for you. ^_^
Either way, if you're reading this far, I hope you enjoy the story and review. All comments welcome.
~LadyB AKA Bulma Briefs
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Pages of Veiled Desire
Rated: R
Chapter One
Written by: The Brilliant Lady Bulma *formally known as LadyBulma24*
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-October 9th, 2003. 3:32 AM-
My eyes sting, I've been awake for less than ten minutes. Nothing lights my fingers now but the dull amber glow spilling into my laboratory coming from the full harvest moon. I just had to get up, something in my mind snapped open the minute I awakened. I was rather surprised that I awakened at all, having taken enough sleeping pills to sleep through World War Three. Today was just that kind of day. Either way, somewhere in the abyss of artificially conducted sleep a nightmare rocked my system and I awoke with a start. I can still feel the cold, damp sheets clinging to my body with sweat holding them in place even as I sit here typing out my worry. Their slick texture pressed tightly up against my skin, almost as if it were a second coat. The nightmare was a horrid jolt for my body to receive; the imagines in my mind were too much. They were a replay of the day I had lived and wished to have forgotten.
As I sit here, typing with speed that would blind most humans in a minute, the day's atrocious actions came flooded back to me in a wave of emotion. My fears came to reality today that's the only way I can put it. Cheena was with me, we talked things over and she tried to make me see things right. But I can't escape it, it's over for me. Capsule Corp. is going down hill, taking my life along with it.
Once, I was considered to be untouchable with a company that hauled more money than most people see in their lifetime. I was, or so I thought, happily married with three lovely kids whom I adored with all my heart. I still do, they are what keep me sane on days like this. Them and writing down my thoughts until I feel as if my fingers are going to snap off from the pressure they receive. However, now that seems to be a complete contradiction to my current situation. I hate to type this, still I refuse to believe this, but it's true. My company, Capsule Corporation, is folding stock by stock. The regime of the empire I took over is now over, as much as I hate it and as much as it tares me, it's gone. All of it. It's slipping thought my fingers...like so many things in my life. It's slipped through my hands like sand that I gripped too quickly ending up with nothing at all.
It all started today when I got word that my company was starting to loose control. I thought I could handle that. Nothing is ever perfect and I have always been able to bounce back from something like this. However this time, as my fingers click along the keys in a familiar cadence, I realize things have gotten far too heavy for me to take on alone. Alone? Yes I did say alone. I'm alone in this, one hundred percent alone. I have a husband who knows nothing of the business I have slaved over for the past 20 years and children who I don't want to bother with my array of bullshit. I want to do this alone, so I suppose this being alone is my fault. Yet at the same time I want help. I want to brake down and cry letting rivers of my tears stream down my face until my problems are drowned away in a sea of my sorrow.
And something else is bothering me. Something that I have told no one about. Something that even in my dreams it haunts me, even in my most private thoughts. This is another one of the things that I seem to have a hard time acknowledging in my own mind. Lately I've been having such a hard time living with myself. Living with the person I see on the other side of the mirror when I look into it daily. I see that woman with the big blue eyes, glaring at me with aqua hair spilling onto her face. I see a woman who had it all but in the end of it all had nothing at all to call her own. China-doll complexion with deep lines of age and exhaustion...eyes which once held the light of life in them with hair that had at one point shined brighter than the oceans at sunrise. Now, all I see when I stare into the mirror contemptuously is an empty body. My soul, my passions, everything that made me who I had once been, is gone. I don't feel the will to live anymore. Things are just too hard.
I return my hands to the home-rows of my keyboard after a moment of removing them; an unfathomable breath fills my lungs to the fullest. I want to scream and brake down, just to get these visions, thoughts and memories out of my head! I want deliverance! Is that too much to ask!? I just want to end everything, maybe then I can be with what I want and truly be happy. Only in death, if then even, I might find joy. I could finally be with Goku since he's left us all again. How easy it must for him to just up and leave like that. Sometimes I wish I could be like him. I wish I could just disappear, I know deep down that no one would really miss me. Then in death I would have endless days to myself only to be followed by serene nights. Then I'd be free...free at last...
I shake my head quickly and continue typing, I have to get this out or I think I'm going to explode! Unless I get all of this out I know that I'm going to feel unfinished and worthless for the days to come. Not to mention the fact that I'll never get back to sleep. I just have to ask myself this time and time again; do I really have the strength to go on with this? Can I really live my life as if nothing happened? Can I honestly live my life, now that the one thing that meant the most to me is gone? And no...I don't mean that shitty excuse for a company I run...I mean someone. What I mean when I say the thing that meant the most to me is really the person that meant to most to me. Can I live without Son Goku, now that I realize, I love him more than life itself?
It's wrong to feel the things that I do, to think the way I do about someone who I thought to be my friend. But now that I'm seeing him in a brand new light I can't hide the things I feel. Moments before my nightmare ended, I felt a strange sense of calm. It was as if he were not dead again, it was as if he were there with me as he always is. I know that it was nothing more than a mere dream. The longing manifested in my mind in the form of a dream. Still, knowing these things, it gives me a strange place where I can seek haven away from the real world. Reality sucks, the only refuge I have are in my dreams, my sweet gentle dreams of him.
I shake my head and shut my eyes, knowing just where the keys lie. I don't need to look down, I know the words are spilling just the way I want them to. This is almost too much for me to bare. But this is the only thing that offers me a bit of comfort, knowing that I have something to confide in. These are the thoughts that I can't give to anyone else, for I know that their judgment would be of the worse and assumptions would fall nothing less of diabolical. The computer screen will not think of me wrong for lusting in the worst ways, nor will it comment on the personal demons I fight daily in the endless struggle for my own sanity. No, it will merely accept everything I type now, and never say a word. For that I am thankful. Finally, a place to vent.
Night is slowly turning into day; I haven't the slightest clue as to how long I have been writing. One hour...two...maybe three...or maybe just a few seconds. I wouldn't know. The electronic clock beeping overhead repeatedly flashes "12:00". I have to get that fixed. But even if it were fixed and I knew the time, it wouldn't matter to me. I would have written all of this down all the same. I have to get this out and finally I have. These words that haunt me, they weight me down by millions of hundreds of tons. These, the words that lie on this screen as it blinks mockingly at me, are my pages. The pages of my veiled desire. Feeling lighter by almost years, I think it is time to close this entry. I actually feel the need for sleep again. I've typed out my peace....my fingers even ache. Without looking up at the mirror to my left I know a content smile rests on my lips. For I know now that I will sleep until awoken without the smallest trace of discomfort. I can only hope that once I awaken again, all of this which I have typed out, is part of the nightmare I want to leave behind forever.
Bulma B. Briefs, over and out.
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REVIEW!
REVIEW!!
REVIEW!!!
All comments, flames, suggestions, anything else, are welcome. ^_^
Summary: Years of hidden passion and lies finally come to the eyes of the public and life as she knows it is ruined for Bulma Briefs. And while she may be putting on a brave face on the outside, is she dying on the inside?
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AN:
HIYA Everyone! I'm back!!! And wait...what's this?! A G/B story?! *Gasp* Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know y'all will probably stone me to death but give this story a chance. It's not as bad as it seems. Lately I've been getting into G/B as a couple and you know what, if you think about it, it's the most logical couple out there. Don't try to prove me wrong, I know I'm right. ^__^ I'm just kidding.
I know I really don't need to be starting a new story but I just couldn't help myself. Things inspire meeh and this was on the top of mai head since ever. I just had to get this out, as I always do when a good story hits meeh. I hope y'all lyke this, altho that's gonna be had for most to accept. It's a twist, but then again I always luv to do twists. I don't lyke to jock, I lyke to be the original. ^^
Well...nothing much else to say about this story. Just be warned that it's a straight Goku and Bulma romance. For the most part that is. Flames, review, comments, are always welcome. But if you're going to flame don't flame about the couple. I already told you. If you can't stand the sight of Bulma and Goku together...back away slowly and run. This story is not for you. ^_^
Either way, if you're reading this far, I hope you enjoy the story and review. All comments welcome.
~LadyB AKA Bulma Briefs
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Pages of Veiled Desire
Rated: R
Chapter One
Written by: The Brilliant Lady Bulma *formally known as LadyBulma24*
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-October 9th, 2003. 3:32 AM-
My eyes sting, I've been awake for less than ten minutes. Nothing lights my fingers now but the dull amber glow spilling into my laboratory coming from the full harvest moon. I just had to get up, something in my mind snapped open the minute I awakened. I was rather surprised that I awakened at all, having taken enough sleeping pills to sleep through World War Three. Today was just that kind of day. Either way, somewhere in the abyss of artificially conducted sleep a nightmare rocked my system and I awoke with a start. I can still feel the cold, damp sheets clinging to my body with sweat holding them in place even as I sit here typing out my worry. Their slick texture pressed tightly up against my skin, almost as if it were a second coat. The nightmare was a horrid jolt for my body to receive; the imagines in my mind were too much. They were a replay of the day I had lived and wished to have forgotten.
As I sit here, typing with speed that would blind most humans in a minute, the day's atrocious actions came flooded back to me in a wave of emotion. My fears came to reality today that's the only way I can put it. Cheena was with me, we talked things over and she tried to make me see things right. But I can't escape it, it's over for me. Capsule Corp. is going down hill, taking my life along with it.
Once, I was considered to be untouchable with a company that hauled more money than most people see in their lifetime. I was, or so I thought, happily married with three lovely kids whom I adored with all my heart. I still do, they are what keep me sane on days like this. Them and writing down my thoughts until I feel as if my fingers are going to snap off from the pressure they receive. However, now that seems to be a complete contradiction to my current situation. I hate to type this, still I refuse to believe this, but it's true. My company, Capsule Corporation, is folding stock by stock. The regime of the empire I took over is now over, as much as I hate it and as much as it tares me, it's gone. All of it. It's slipping thought my fingers...like so many things in my life. It's slipped through my hands like sand that I gripped too quickly ending up with nothing at all.
It all started today when I got word that my company was starting to loose control. I thought I could handle that. Nothing is ever perfect and I have always been able to bounce back from something like this. However this time, as my fingers click along the keys in a familiar cadence, I realize things have gotten far too heavy for me to take on alone. Alone? Yes I did say alone. I'm alone in this, one hundred percent alone. I have a husband who knows nothing of the business I have slaved over for the past 20 years and children who I don't want to bother with my array of bullshit. I want to do this alone, so I suppose this being alone is my fault. Yet at the same time I want help. I want to brake down and cry letting rivers of my tears stream down my face until my problems are drowned away in a sea of my sorrow.
And something else is bothering me. Something that I have told no one about. Something that even in my dreams it haunts me, even in my most private thoughts. This is another one of the things that I seem to have a hard time acknowledging in my own mind. Lately I've been having such a hard time living with myself. Living with the person I see on the other side of the mirror when I look into it daily. I see that woman with the big blue eyes, glaring at me with aqua hair spilling onto her face. I see a woman who had it all but in the end of it all had nothing at all to call her own. China-doll complexion with deep lines of age and exhaustion...eyes which once held the light of life in them with hair that had at one point shined brighter than the oceans at sunrise. Now, all I see when I stare into the mirror contemptuously is an empty body. My soul, my passions, everything that made me who I had once been, is gone. I don't feel the will to live anymore. Things are just too hard.
I return my hands to the home-rows of my keyboard after a moment of removing them; an unfathomable breath fills my lungs to the fullest. I want to scream and brake down, just to get these visions, thoughts and memories out of my head! I want deliverance! Is that too much to ask!? I just want to end everything, maybe then I can be with what I want and truly be happy. Only in death, if then even, I might find joy. I could finally be with Goku since he's left us all again. How easy it must for him to just up and leave like that. Sometimes I wish I could be like him. I wish I could just disappear, I know deep down that no one would really miss me. Then in death I would have endless days to myself only to be followed by serene nights. Then I'd be free...free at last...
I shake my head quickly and continue typing, I have to get this out or I think I'm going to explode! Unless I get all of this out I know that I'm going to feel unfinished and worthless for the days to come. Not to mention the fact that I'll never get back to sleep. I just have to ask myself this time and time again; do I really have the strength to go on with this? Can I really live my life as if nothing happened? Can I honestly live my life, now that the one thing that meant the most to me is gone? And no...I don't mean that shitty excuse for a company I run...I mean someone. What I mean when I say the thing that meant the most to me is really the person that meant to most to me. Can I live without Son Goku, now that I realize, I love him more than life itself?
It's wrong to feel the things that I do, to think the way I do about someone who I thought to be my friend. But now that I'm seeing him in a brand new light I can't hide the things I feel. Moments before my nightmare ended, I felt a strange sense of calm. It was as if he were not dead again, it was as if he were there with me as he always is. I know that it was nothing more than a mere dream. The longing manifested in my mind in the form of a dream. Still, knowing these things, it gives me a strange place where I can seek haven away from the real world. Reality sucks, the only refuge I have are in my dreams, my sweet gentle dreams of him.
I shake my head and shut my eyes, knowing just where the keys lie. I don't need to look down, I know the words are spilling just the way I want them to. This is almost too much for me to bare. But this is the only thing that offers me a bit of comfort, knowing that I have something to confide in. These are the thoughts that I can't give to anyone else, for I know that their judgment would be of the worse and assumptions would fall nothing less of diabolical. The computer screen will not think of me wrong for lusting in the worst ways, nor will it comment on the personal demons I fight daily in the endless struggle for my own sanity. No, it will merely accept everything I type now, and never say a word. For that I am thankful. Finally, a place to vent.
Night is slowly turning into day; I haven't the slightest clue as to how long I have been writing. One hour...two...maybe three...or maybe just a few seconds. I wouldn't know. The electronic clock beeping overhead repeatedly flashes "12:00". I have to get that fixed. But even if it were fixed and I knew the time, it wouldn't matter to me. I would have written all of this down all the same. I have to get this out and finally I have. These words that haunt me, they weight me down by millions of hundreds of tons. These, the words that lie on this screen as it blinks mockingly at me, are my pages. The pages of my veiled desire. Feeling lighter by almost years, I think it is time to close this entry. I actually feel the need for sleep again. I've typed out my peace....my fingers even ache. Without looking up at the mirror to my left I know a content smile rests on my lips. For I know now that I will sleep until awoken without the smallest trace of discomfort. I can only hope that once I awaken again, all of this which I have typed out, is part of the nightmare I want to leave behind forever.
Bulma B. Briefs, over and out.
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All comments, flames, suggestions, anything else, are welcome. ^_^