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Bulma sat at her desk, swiveling around in her plush black chair. Papers lay scattered around her and a large black phone rested against her head. Absently, she began to hum to the tune that was trailing from across the wire. She always did hate calling Motors Inc. Every month, she called them up to get an update on the latest capsule cars they were designing and every month, they kept her waiting on the phone for hours on end. Well, at least they had choose and catchy tune to keep her entertained this time.
While humming to the music, she closed her eyes and propped her feet upon her cluttered desk, blocking out the rest of the world. Absently, she thought about her chaotic weekend. Who knew that Vegeta would have noticed Trunks frequent absentness around the house? Sure, Bulma knew Vegeta loved his son, maybe more then she could ever imagine, but she could have never predicted that Vegeta would react that way. Perhaps he had been getting the same vibes she had been getting lately, that something was amiss in their house and Trunks was at the heart of it.
"Mrs. Briefs, you have a call on line two."
Bulma jumped, scattering her documents as her feet slid to the floor. Opening her eyes she encountered the petite form of her secretary, Johan. Darling girl, just out of college, with curly red hair, a mass of freckles, and shiny chocolate eyes. However, Bulma couldn't deny that the girl was lacking something upstairs, if you catch my drift.
"What was it Johan?"
The girl chewed her gum momentarily before speaking. "A call on line two."
Sighing, Bulma rubbed her weary eyes. "Tell them I'll call them back. You know I need to wait for the Motors Inc. contact. "
Johan looked reluctant to leave. "It's from Bra's school Mrs. Briefs. They say it's important."
Blue eyes snapped up. "Bra's school? Well, what are you waiting for? Put them through."
Johan laughed. "Your so predictable Mrs. Briefs."
Bulma smiled slyly, trying not to laugh. "That's what you think." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Now scat. I got to deal with my mischievous daughter."
Johan bounced out of the room and Bulma smiled, remembering why she hired the girl. Remembering the phone call, though, the smile slowly faded away. Bulma only hoped this wasn't like the time Bra slammed a boy into a wall, knocking out his tooth, because he stole her favorite pencil. It was hard enough that Vegeta only laughed when she was tried to punish Bra for her actions. Although, she had to admit, it was a bit funny.
Bulma clicked over, preparing herself for the worst, hoping for the best. Please let her have won a contest or something, Bulma prayed. "Hello, Bulma Briefs speaking." She began.
A small voice spoke back. "Hello Mrs. Briefs. I'm terribly sorry to have to bother you. This is Mrs. Pikleton, I was Bra's kindergarten teacher. Do you remember me?"
"Oh, of course I do. Bra spoke so highly of you. However, I'm a bit confused as to why your calling. I hope you don't mind getting right to the point." Bulma snapped out, agitation showing through. She really didn't enjoy surprises.
"No, not at all Mrs. Briefs. It's just that Bra came to visit me this morning and something happened which I think you should be informed about. It's just that…" A strangled sound came the phone. "I think this may be a matter to which we should talk about in person. With you and your husband."
Bulma was struck with a bolt of fear. "What is it? Did something happen to Bra?"
"No, no, it's not that at all. In fact, this concerns you son. Look Mrs. Briefs, I really think that this should be discussed in person. Do you think you and your husband could come down to the school after noon or so? I don't have a afternoon class and that could ensure that we could talk."
"Of course, of course. I'll get right on it."
"I am terribly sorry to impose, Mrs. Briefs."
"It's all right. I'm fine with it."
"Do you remember my class room number?"
"D005?"
"Yes, that's it. I'll be looking out for you."
"Thank you."
The phone clicked dead and Bulma sighed, perplexed. Picking up her keys she started out of her office, prepared to get Vegeta. He wouldn't be too happy about having his training interrupted but that could be easily dealt with.
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"Why are we here again?" Vegeta growled out.
Bulma sighed while running all the possible reasons Mrs. Pikleton could have called and coming up blank. "Something about Trunks. Bra has something to do with it too, I guess."
Vegeta simply raised an eyebrow, heading into the large private school.
Bulma slapped him on the arm. "Don't give me that look. All she said was that we should meet her. Its sounded like it was important."
At that Vegeta shrugged, deciding not to pursue the topic. "Which class room?"
"D005."
Vegeta turned towards the corridor, well acquainted with the schools layout. He was called in numerous times in the past, when Trunks went there. Bulma's heels clicked behind him, echoing off the tiles of the empty hall. They reached D005 within minutes, pushing open the door and meeting the honey eyes of Mrs. Pikleton.
The teacher jumped forward to shake their hands, pressuring them to sit down. When she would have spoken Vegeta interrupted, doing away with formalities. "What is it?"
Mrs. Pikleton began to sweat, unaccustomed to Vegeta's temper. It was bad enough that she had heard the horror stories that other teachers had whispered in the teachers lounge.
Bulma then grabbed her husbands arm, squeezing it with a warning. "Vegeta, don't scare the lady." She then faced Mrs. Pikleton. "I'm sorry about that. Ignore him, he's all bark and no bite."
Vegeta grinned at Bulma then. "No bite, huh?"
Bulma blushed, muttering something obscure under her breath. Coughing, she ignored the man beside her. "Why don't you start from the beginning?"
Mrs. Pikleton sighed in relief before speaking. "Bra came into my room this morning. She wanted to meet a new student we were getting today. Such a sociable girl, we really adore her here." Mrs. Pikleton stopped, realizing she was getting off topic. "Anyway, she was playing with something in her hand. I dismissed it at first, but then she dropped it. I picked it up and…well…here."
The young woman handed them the bottle. Grasping it Bulma stared, confused. "What the…?"
"Illegal sedatives Mrs. Briefs." Mrs. Pikleton confirmed.
Vegeta reached over, taking the bottle from her grip. Bulma didn't notice, continuing to frown at the woman in front of her. "Did she say why she had this? We certainly don't use illegal substances at our house, Mrs. Pikleton."
The teacher began to look uncomfortable. "She uh….she told me that it was her brothers. That it was Trunk's."
Bulma stiffened. "Are you implying that my own son brought this into our house?"
"I'm not implying anything Mrs. Briefs, please believe me. It's just, that's what Bra told me. What reason would she have to lie? She looked really upset."
The blue haired woman didn't say anything. Beside her Vegeta was still engrossed with studying the white bottle. In the silence both women heard the sound of paper ripping. Turning their heads the saw Vegeta carefully removing the label on the bottle, concentrating on his task. Bulma gasped when she saw another label underneath it, written in a language that she couldn't read.
Mrs. Pikleton approached them, straining to read the gibberish. "I don't recognize that." She hesitantly spoke, a line forming between her brows.
"Me either." Bulma spoke.
Vegeta's dark eyes rose. "Bring in Bra."
Mrs. Pikleton nodded, then disappeared out of the room. Once she was gone Bulma turned to Vegeta, intending to get answers. "Do you know what it is?"
He gritted his teeth. "Yes."
"Well?"
"It's from another planet."
She grew shocked. "Another planet? How the hell did it get here?"
"If I knew I would tell you." He gritted out.
Bulma's body tensed, worried. "Is it bad."
Vegeta didn't miss a beat. "Yes."
"Oh."
The door opened and Bra flung herself into the room, crying. "I'm so sorry!"
Bulma enfolded her in a hug before sitting the girl in Vegeta's lap. Framing the wet face in her hands she looked carefully into her daughters eyes. "Bra," Bulma began. "This is a very serious matter, you know that?"
Bra sniffed. "Yes, mommy."
"And you wouldn't lie to us, right? Because we love you very much."
The girl feverously shook her head back and forth. "No."
"Okay, so tell daddy and me where you found that bottle."
Tears welled up in Bra's eyes. "In Trunk's room."
Bulma sighed, running a hand through her hair. She felt so old all of a sudden. "Do you want to go home early today, darling? I can call Grandma and get her to pick you up."
Bra hiccupped before replying. "No…I'm alright. Can I go back to class now? We're painting."
Bulma smiled. "Really? That sounds like fun. You better hurry back to class then, so you don't miss it."
She waited until her daughter left the room, not without giving her and Vegeta a large kiss and hug, before turning to her side. "What now Vegeta?"
"Call up the boy's school. Get him out. We need to have a long talk." He replied, eyes oddly glassed over.
"Mrs. Pikleton, can we use your phone?" Bulma asked, straining to smile.
"Of course"
Awhile later Bulma silently sat the phone back on the receiver, stress lines forming around her eyes. When she didn't turn to face him Vegeta grew agitated. "What is it?" He barked out.
She ran a bejeweled hand through her hair, sighing for the umpteenth time that day. "He's not there."
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…..zzz…=pop= huh?huh? What?….Oh, so did you enjoy it? I wasn't going to post it tonight but I'm up so I though "What the hell?"…I'm waiting for my papers to print…and its taking very long, lol. So review and tell me what ya think! Oh, and now to thank those who did review!
Thanks to everyone!
Chapter One Reviews:
Jenn, Amanda, Tsuki9 (umm, no pan if ya'll are wonderin…I don't think Trunks is a child molester…think of ages people…maybe when there older… and it's someone else's fic ^_^ ), Shadow flame01 ( ^_^…shucks), Hiei449, AngelicDemoness (I like em dark, get me? Hehe), Chaotic Bystander (I'm glad too, now that you mention it!), Bum (lol, you loser, I luv ya), nikki, and Candyland.
Chapter Two Reviews:
Chotic Bystander (lol! I feel for you!), dbz babi gal 4476 (loved the long reviews, very meticulous), catins, Goldeneyes (I'm planning on bringing them all in! =evil laugh=…as in all the characters. As for the other questions, read to find out!), wild child, amber-eyez, and Blood Mistress.
Others:
And well, I want to thank Lilstrwberygal for her lovely e-mail, ^_^. And a very special thanks to someone named wild_child24_7 who sent me a very wonderful e-mail on this piece of work a while back. I did try to e-mail you back if your reading this but it would go! So don't think I didn't get it…cause I did! It's nice people like you who make me want to update! ^_^
Please review! It really brings a smile into the writers face! Thanks so much! And if you like B/V's go check out my other fics. My favorite at the time is "Darkness Swirling." I would love it if you would check it out and give me some feed back.
Until next time, huggles and kisses
Kamalakali
