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Chapter 4: Diary Entry
Bulma could dub this the best week of life since all her hell began. 18 and her decided to continue seeing each other (with much persuasion from Chi-Chi) and were getting along great. She seemed to grow less on peoples 'mess with' list and was glad about that. She was tired of the same 'ol insults every day. Unfortunately, Vegeta had become big on their list. She didn't exactly know why, all she could bring up was the fact that he was new. He was especially big on Goku's hit list.
Bulma had known Goku her whole life and wondered how he became such a hellion he was today. It really did strike her as odd. Plus there was that fact that she knew things about, not that she'll ever tell her because it involved Bulma too. One of those things that weighed on her conscious heavily. Maybe she would tell her, but she would wait until they could tell each other's secrets again.
The phone rang, rattling Bulma out of her thoughts. "Hello?" Bulma grinned when she heard 18's voice on the other line.
"Hi Bulma, wanna go somewhere?"
"Where?"
"I dunno, the beach or something? I'm really bored," Bulma could practically see her bored look. "Umm...sure...wait, it's 10:35, don't you think your parents would cooky?" Bulma was a little curious, she knew 18's parents. They were very strict, they even gave her a bedtime.
"Who cares? They're always off the walls over something, besides, they'll be distracted with my brother." Bulma laughed, she had only met her brother once and he was blowing action figures up with bottle rockets in the backyard, driving their parents and neighbors crazy.
"Alright, I'll be over in a few..." With that, she hung up and stretched. Grabbing her keys on the way out.
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Bulma and 18 were singing happily, sipping on Mountain Dew: Code Red (A/N: I dub that 'hyper formula' ~_^) as Bulma drove down the road. The radio was blasting 'All the Small Things' by Blink-182 and they sang along loudly, not caring if they're singing sucked major.
When the song finished, they busted up laughing. "Man, how far is it?" 18 was complaining already and they were only thirty minutes into the drive.
"You wanted to go to the beach, must I remind you?"
"I know," 18 grinned as she stared into the empty dark street, as if willing it to do something exciting for a change. "You just want to pull over and make-out?" 18 said so suddenly, Bulma stepped on the brakes. "What?"
"I was just kidding..." Bulma just looked at her strangely before driving again, luckily no one was driving behind them otherwise they would've been in a car accident already.
"Or was I?" 18 laughed evilly as she took a swig of her soda.
Bulma grinned slightly but kept her eyes on the road. She was becoming bored with the endless stretch of road that didn't seem to change no matter how far she went. "At this rate we'll be there around one or so..." Bulma grumbled, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the music. 18 was looking through the glove box, soon Bulma's curiosity got the best of her and she had o ask. "What are you looking for?"
"I dunno...something entertaining I guess..." 18 glanced at her and put her eyes back into the tiny glove box.
"If you weren't going out with me, would you ask baldy out?"
"Yeah, sure, no problem," 18 voice sounded distracted. Bulma glanced at her to see her looking through some book.
"What is that?" Bulma asked, her eyes focused on the road.
"Some diary or something..."
Bulma pulled over. "Let me see it."
18 took note of the tense voice and handed it to her without question. Bulma began to read the handwritten text.
~ April 7th
He's done it again! That bastard! Why did I let him in my room? I should've known something wasn't right when he wanted to see me again. Mom doesn't know a thing about it. No one does. I wish I could tell them, so they would know what's wrong with me. I wish I could tell her how I feel. I wish he would stop doing those horrible things to me. Can't he see I'm only a little girl? Not a woman? I feel dirty all the time. I feel can't understand how I can like girls and boys at the same time. It confuses me, it like I can't choose who I like better. I wish someone could help me, I feel crazy. Insane. Hurt. Please help this confused girl. ~
Bulma closed the diary slowly, she forgot she put this in here to hide it form everyone else. It was from three years ago. Reading that little excerpt brought bad memories, she shook them away. Not to make 18 more curious than she already was. "Who's is that."
"It was mine," Bulma didn't have the heart to lie to her. 18 nodded her head as if she understood and took the book from Bulma, putting it back in the glove box. Bulma sighed and began to drive again, catching up with time lost.
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When they finally made it to where they intended to go in the first place, the beach, they were back to being hyper and running along the sand under the stars. The dark night was so bright out here due to lack of light pollution. No one was out here either, which 18 and Bulma could understand, considering it was freezing as hell out there.
After their hyper-ness depleted, they crash to the sand giggling, gasping for air. 18 lied down with a huge sigh, ignoring the chilly breeze that blew by. The diary entry long forgotten.
"It's so pretty out here," Bulma heard 18 sigh quietly, the waves crashing in the background.
"Yeah..."
"What time is it?"
"3:13 a.m."
"Damn..." 18 yawned before sitting up. Bulma looked at her and brushed the sand out of her hair and back. 18 grinned and leaned over, taking her mouth with hers. Bulma wrapped an arm around 18 and pulled her closer, their body heat block out the cold. 18 grinned against her mouth and put a hand slowly in Bulma's shirt, slowly moving up, tracing over the curve over Bulma's breast.
Bulma broke the kiss between them and kissed up 18's jaw, nibbling on sensitive flesh. She then moved down her neck and along her collarbone, ending back at her lips again. By now 18's hands were unclasping Bulma's bra and fondling her breasts. Bulma let out a tiny moan, and decided to treat 18 with the same pleasure.
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Bulma lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The sun was just rising when she got home, which meant major trouble for 18. She told Bulma not to worry about and that she'll see her in school later. Bulma had yet to fall asleep, her thinking in the way from her rest. In actually truth, that was the first time she had done things with 18 and she felt a little awkward about it. Sure they were going out, but in all sense, they're relationship felt more like a friendship than anything else. *You just started going out, don't worry about it, you'll get used to it over time.* Bulma suddenly ceased all thinking in her head and closed her eyes, she had to et to sleep, otherwise she wouldn't make it through the day.
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Vegeta slumped in his chair, supporting a black-eye. To say he got his ass kicked was an understatement. He made the mistake off calling Chi- Chi a wench in front of Goku and paid the price. He thought he could win the fight, seeing how he had the upper hand in the first half. Then it felt like a ten ton truck hit him once Goku got back up. He apparently underestimated the big dummy.
It was third period, health when a disheveled looking Bulma decided to make her grand entrance. She was yawning every minutes and trying to fight sleep. When she took one look at Vegeta she made a small gasp and took a seat next to him. The desks in this class were set up differently than in homeroom, putting her close to feel her presence against his skin. "What happened?"
"I got in a fight..." that was all he said.
"With who?"
"Kakarot, who do you think?" Bulma frowned. Over the past week they had formed an odd friendship. They never sat next to each other at lunch or talked outside of school. It was like one of those random spurts that seemed to happen now and then that they would actually get in a full conversation. It's been happening a lot more often than he would admit.
"He's bad news Vegeta...especially when you piss him off..."
"Oh joy, my lucky day," Vegeta mumbled sarcastically.
"What did you do this time?"
"I called his woman a wench in front of him..." Vegeta whispered harshly.
"Ouji, Briefs, save the conversation 'til after school!" The teacher said agitatedly. She wasn't exactly the nicest one of the bunch. "If I live..." Vegeta mumbled, causing Bulma to giggle a little bit.
"Well, I can't say that was the smartest thing you did..." Bulma whispered to him. Vegeta snorted. "Just hope he doesn't decide to add the finishing touches to his handy work..." Bulma mumbled, putting her head down, her eyes drooping closed.
"That would make my whole day even better..." Vegeta grumbled. This was just not his day.
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Bulma placed her tray in-between Chi-Chi and 18, who looked like hell, she was just about as tired as Bulma, if not more.
"Geez 18, you look even more hellish than I do."
"My parents kept me up until I had to go to school with all their pissing and moaning, to put it short, I'm grounded..." 18 muttered as she picked at her lunch.
Vegeta walked past their table and all three eyes followed until they couldn't see nothing, but his hair.
"I feel sorry for him..." Bulma said, breaking the trance.
"I don't. He had the nerve to call me a wench in front of my boyfriend..."
"Chi-Chi, do you know what Goku did, because of that...?" Chi-Chi thought a moment before she sighed. "Not exactly, Goku told me to go to homeroom, so I didn't exactly see what he did..."
"He got his ass kicked, that's what..." 18 said, putting herself in the conversation.
Chi-Chi frowned. "I knew Goku did something along those lines..."
"Chi-Chi, I'm telling you , Goku's bad news," Bulma said, taking a bite out of her pizza.
"How do you know that???" Chi-Chi was becoming agitated with all these accusations that her 'sweet Goku' could be bad news.
"Chi-Chi, there's something I need to tell you..." Bulma sighed, making eyes contact with her...
**************************** A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I'm ending it now...don't you hate me??? Well...what did you think, yo? I never how hard f/f activities to write until now. I applaud all those Yuri writers, they're really working with a challenge there. Man, Goku is such a prick this, I guess that's one way how this original...^_^ So, you know the drill, email for suggestions and REVIEW NOW!!! Please? ^_^
Disclaimer: Yo! I'm no anime owner...even though I would love to....
Chapter 4: Diary Entry
Bulma could dub this the best week of life since all her hell began. 18 and her decided to continue seeing each other (with much persuasion from Chi-Chi) and were getting along great. She seemed to grow less on peoples 'mess with' list and was glad about that. She was tired of the same 'ol insults every day. Unfortunately, Vegeta had become big on their list. She didn't exactly know why, all she could bring up was the fact that he was new. He was especially big on Goku's hit list.
Bulma had known Goku her whole life and wondered how he became such a hellion he was today. It really did strike her as odd. Plus there was that fact that she knew things about, not that she'll ever tell her because it involved Bulma too. One of those things that weighed on her conscious heavily. Maybe she would tell her, but she would wait until they could tell each other's secrets again.
The phone rang, rattling Bulma out of her thoughts. "Hello?" Bulma grinned when she heard 18's voice on the other line.
"Hi Bulma, wanna go somewhere?"
"Where?"
"I dunno, the beach or something? I'm really bored," Bulma could practically see her bored look. "Umm...sure...wait, it's 10:35, don't you think your parents would cooky?" Bulma was a little curious, she knew 18's parents. They were very strict, they even gave her a bedtime.
"Who cares? They're always off the walls over something, besides, they'll be distracted with my brother." Bulma laughed, she had only met her brother once and he was blowing action figures up with bottle rockets in the backyard, driving their parents and neighbors crazy.
"Alright, I'll be over in a few..." With that, she hung up and stretched. Grabbing her keys on the way out.
*************
Bulma and 18 were singing happily, sipping on Mountain Dew: Code Red (A/N: I dub that 'hyper formula' ~_^) as Bulma drove down the road. The radio was blasting 'All the Small Things' by Blink-182 and they sang along loudly, not caring if they're singing sucked major.
When the song finished, they busted up laughing. "Man, how far is it?" 18 was complaining already and they were only thirty minutes into the drive.
"You wanted to go to the beach, must I remind you?"
"I know," 18 grinned as she stared into the empty dark street, as if willing it to do something exciting for a change. "You just want to pull over and make-out?" 18 said so suddenly, Bulma stepped on the brakes. "What?"
"I was just kidding..." Bulma just looked at her strangely before driving again, luckily no one was driving behind them otherwise they would've been in a car accident already.
"Or was I?" 18 laughed evilly as she took a swig of her soda.
Bulma grinned slightly but kept her eyes on the road. She was becoming bored with the endless stretch of road that didn't seem to change no matter how far she went. "At this rate we'll be there around one or so..." Bulma grumbled, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the music. 18 was looking through the glove box, soon Bulma's curiosity got the best of her and she had o ask. "What are you looking for?"
"I dunno...something entertaining I guess..." 18 glanced at her and put her eyes back into the tiny glove box.
"If you weren't going out with me, would you ask baldy out?"
"Yeah, sure, no problem," 18 voice sounded distracted. Bulma glanced at her to see her looking through some book.
"What is that?" Bulma asked, her eyes focused on the road.
"Some diary or something..."
Bulma pulled over. "Let me see it."
18 took note of the tense voice and handed it to her without question. Bulma began to read the handwritten text.
~ April 7th
He's done it again! That bastard! Why did I let him in my room? I should've known something wasn't right when he wanted to see me again. Mom doesn't know a thing about it. No one does. I wish I could tell them, so they would know what's wrong with me. I wish I could tell her how I feel. I wish he would stop doing those horrible things to me. Can't he see I'm only a little girl? Not a woman? I feel dirty all the time. I feel can't understand how I can like girls and boys at the same time. It confuses me, it like I can't choose who I like better. I wish someone could help me, I feel crazy. Insane. Hurt. Please help this confused girl. ~
Bulma closed the diary slowly, she forgot she put this in here to hide it form everyone else. It was from three years ago. Reading that little excerpt brought bad memories, she shook them away. Not to make 18 more curious than she already was. "Who's is that."
"It was mine," Bulma didn't have the heart to lie to her. 18 nodded her head as if she understood and took the book from Bulma, putting it back in the glove box. Bulma sighed and began to drive again, catching up with time lost.
******************
When they finally made it to where they intended to go in the first place, the beach, they were back to being hyper and running along the sand under the stars. The dark night was so bright out here due to lack of light pollution. No one was out here either, which 18 and Bulma could understand, considering it was freezing as hell out there.
After their hyper-ness depleted, they crash to the sand giggling, gasping for air. 18 lied down with a huge sigh, ignoring the chilly breeze that blew by. The diary entry long forgotten.
"It's so pretty out here," Bulma heard 18 sigh quietly, the waves crashing in the background.
"Yeah..."
"What time is it?"
"3:13 a.m."
"Damn..." 18 yawned before sitting up. Bulma looked at her and brushed the sand out of her hair and back. 18 grinned and leaned over, taking her mouth with hers. Bulma wrapped an arm around 18 and pulled her closer, their body heat block out the cold. 18 grinned against her mouth and put a hand slowly in Bulma's shirt, slowly moving up, tracing over the curve over Bulma's breast.
Bulma broke the kiss between them and kissed up 18's jaw, nibbling on sensitive flesh. She then moved down her neck and along her collarbone, ending back at her lips again. By now 18's hands were unclasping Bulma's bra and fondling her breasts. Bulma let out a tiny moan, and decided to treat 18 with the same pleasure.
*****************
Bulma lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The sun was just rising when she got home, which meant major trouble for 18. She told Bulma not to worry about and that she'll see her in school later. Bulma had yet to fall asleep, her thinking in the way from her rest. In actually truth, that was the first time she had done things with 18 and she felt a little awkward about it. Sure they were going out, but in all sense, they're relationship felt more like a friendship than anything else. *You just started going out, don't worry about it, you'll get used to it over time.* Bulma suddenly ceased all thinking in her head and closed her eyes, she had to et to sleep, otherwise she wouldn't make it through the day.
****************
Vegeta slumped in his chair, supporting a black-eye. To say he got his ass kicked was an understatement. He made the mistake off calling Chi- Chi a wench in front of Goku and paid the price. He thought he could win the fight, seeing how he had the upper hand in the first half. Then it felt like a ten ton truck hit him once Goku got back up. He apparently underestimated the big dummy.
It was third period, health when a disheveled looking Bulma decided to make her grand entrance. She was yawning every minutes and trying to fight sleep. When she took one look at Vegeta she made a small gasp and took a seat next to him. The desks in this class were set up differently than in homeroom, putting her close to feel her presence against his skin. "What happened?"
"I got in a fight..." that was all he said.
"With who?"
"Kakarot, who do you think?" Bulma frowned. Over the past week they had formed an odd friendship. They never sat next to each other at lunch or talked outside of school. It was like one of those random spurts that seemed to happen now and then that they would actually get in a full conversation. It's been happening a lot more often than he would admit.
"He's bad news Vegeta...especially when you piss him off..."
"Oh joy, my lucky day," Vegeta mumbled sarcastically.
"What did you do this time?"
"I called his woman a wench in front of him..." Vegeta whispered harshly.
"Ouji, Briefs, save the conversation 'til after school!" The teacher said agitatedly. She wasn't exactly the nicest one of the bunch. "If I live..." Vegeta mumbled, causing Bulma to giggle a little bit.
"Well, I can't say that was the smartest thing you did..." Bulma whispered to him. Vegeta snorted. "Just hope he doesn't decide to add the finishing touches to his handy work..." Bulma mumbled, putting her head down, her eyes drooping closed.
"That would make my whole day even better..." Vegeta grumbled. This was just not his day.
***********************
Bulma placed her tray in-between Chi-Chi and 18, who looked like hell, she was just about as tired as Bulma, if not more.
"Geez 18, you look even more hellish than I do."
"My parents kept me up until I had to go to school with all their pissing and moaning, to put it short, I'm grounded..." 18 muttered as she picked at her lunch.
Vegeta walked past their table and all three eyes followed until they couldn't see nothing, but his hair.
"I feel sorry for him..." Bulma said, breaking the trance.
"I don't. He had the nerve to call me a wench in front of my boyfriend..."
"Chi-Chi, do you know what Goku did, because of that...?" Chi-Chi thought a moment before she sighed. "Not exactly, Goku told me to go to homeroom, so I didn't exactly see what he did..."
"He got his ass kicked, that's what..." 18 said, putting herself in the conversation.
Chi-Chi frowned. "I knew Goku did something along those lines..."
"Chi-Chi, I'm telling you , Goku's bad news," Bulma said, taking a bite out of her pizza.
"How do you know that???" Chi-Chi was becoming agitated with all these accusations that her 'sweet Goku' could be bad news.
"Chi-Chi, there's something I need to tell you..." Bulma sighed, making eyes contact with her...
**************************** A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I'm ending it now...don't you hate me??? Well...what did you think, yo? I never how hard f/f activities to write until now. I applaud all those Yuri writers, they're really working with a challenge there. Man, Goku is such a prick this, I guess that's one way how this original...^_^ So, you know the drill, email for suggestions and REVIEW NOW!!! Please? ^_^
