This is not a story for younger people. It is a mature fic with graphic senes and language. It also contains sexual content etc. Your warned.... enjoy.
It was cold, colder than what she rememebered. It was the kind of cold that sent a shiver up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The land here was very desolate and dry; the wind picked up blowing her blue hair in her face a bit, but she keep her hands folded across her chest. She hated this place more than anything in the world. It scared her as a child and it still scared her as a 21 year old adult. The blood, God's the blood. Thats why she left. She shook her head softly; has it really been that long since she had last seen or even thought of the place? Ten years, she thought. She looked toward the sky taking in the graying of the clouds of afternoon, rain. She would have to get back to her car soon if she didn't want to get wet, but she wanted to stay a little longer, just a little longer. The pain of the house hurt her more than anything, no good memories, none. Shaking her head slightly she turned around and started to her Jeep about 50 yards away. She trotted half heartedly to the Jeep as the warm rain started to come down in sheets, pelting her form. As she got to the car, she got in, put her seat belt on, put the key in the ignition, and started the engine. With one last glance at the old, graying mansion, she hit the gas and verred off.
She was off to the nearest town which was about 20 miles from the old mansion. She turned on her windsheild wipers because of the sheets of rain that rained down on the Jeep so hard. Music, ya that would get the painful thoughts and memories out of her head. Taking the CD holder that was thrown carelessly in the passengers seat, she opened it up flipping through it; she found what she was looking for, an old jazz CD. She listened to the soft tunes of the sax that played. She laughed at the thought that she use to call this elevater music. She grew out of that stage a long time ago. Now It was the only thing that really keep her sain. Bulma didn't like any other type of jazz just the tune of the Sax that made her lull to a trance like state. She listened to the emotion that was thrown into the playing, they were singing the blues through their instrument. She sighed softly, she seemed to do that alot now adays after her aunt died leaving her that old mansion. Mabe she would tear it down and build something eles or sell the 500 acres it resided on.
She finaly reached the town and took out the burned jazz CD, took hold on the CD holder placing it in delecatly, then took out Christina Agulaira's stripped CD placing it in, all the while keeping one eye on the road stering with one hand.
What do you do when you know somethings bad for you but you still cant let go
I was naive,Your love was like candy artificial sweet I was deceived by the wrapping
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Oh.. and it hurts my soul that I cant let go.
all these walls are caving in .
I cant stop my suffering.
I hate to show that I rest control .
cause I keep going right back to the one thing that .
I need to walk away from.
She hummed as she remembered her last boyfriend. She might have left him but it didn't feel like it; it hurt, bad.
Inside I am screaming begging screaming no o o o more, She sang on as she felt her lungs burned. She could hold a tune needless to say if she could keep up with that diva.
I keep going back to the one thing I need
I need to walk away from, yaya.... da yeee... mmmhh.... I said I need to get away from ya I need to walk away from you
the only thing I need to do is walk from you.... ya.... She sang as the song slowed to nothing. That was her favorate song on here but then the next song fighter got her pumping again.
She turned into a serviced gas station and waited for the man or woman to come out. A very handsome man came out with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair; he had a deep scar that ran across his left eye but had a dazzeling smile and was tall, built. He smiled warmly at her; she of course knew she was good looking. "Hello my name is Yamcha and how may I help ya?" He said still with a crooked smile. "Ma'am I got to ask, and I dont mean to be rude at all but is that your natural hair color?" He said a little beweldered as he touched it slightly then yanked his hand back as quickly as it went to touch it.
"Acually, its natural, weird huh? I'm stopping by to get the rest of the things out of my aunt's attic. She use to live up at the old Briefs mansion. My name is Bulma Breifs." she smiled genuinly but it changed to a bit of a laugh when she noticed the thrown off look of his face.
"That old run down mansion on the out skirts of here? Girl you better watch your back I heard it's haunted, not sure what about but thats not good buisness to be hanging around there all a ... alone. Where are you stayin while you are here?" He asked a little concerned as he pulled the gas pump out of the car shaking a little inside the tank, placing it carefully back in place and leaning a bit on the side of her window. He smelled like a bit of a sweetish cologn and oil. She smiled; she hadn't been this close to a man in a while.
"Um well I was thinking about just renting a room right across here at that motel." She said pointing to a quaintish little motel place with a blinking light out side of it that was starting to dud out because both the t and e were black instead of red.
"You mean next to that stripper joint? Na you dont want to stay there it's not very fit for a lady of your standerds; you should stay with me at my house it's only about a couple miles down the road outside of town. I have alot of land and tons of rooms in my house I never seem to use an tons of land. Come on it will be fun I cook a mean omlet!" He said with a goofy grin
Bulma smiled and looked down a bit then back at him. "Na it's a very appealing offer, but mabe some other time. I really want to just get in get out and be on my way. Hey you know where I could possibly get a Uhaul?" She asked
"Well damn you dont need one of thows. Hey how bout I make ya a deal. If you pay for your stuff I will get a couple guys and my self, who all have trucks, to go on out there and help ya with your stuff. I own this store I could just get someone to take over while I am gone."
"Well, ok but the least I can do is make yall lunch for coming out and helping." She said with a smile, and he smiled back. She handed him her money and started up the Jeep and drove off kiddy corner to the gas station. She pulled into the motels parking lot and parked off to the far back and got out.
She went inside taking in her surroundings. The place was nice, 'no sign of cockroaches yet..' she thought. The walls were painted a bland white and the carpet was thin and redish. There was no furniture except for the check in ladies desk and the keys that hung on the wall behind her. She was pretty with black hair that was pulled up in a bun on top on her head, tanish skin, with a slinder form that was covered by a black lose dress, and dark black eyes.
"Hello, My name is Chichi how may I help you?" She said politely
"Well, my name is Bulma, and I would like to rent a nice room with a king size bed for three nights." Bulma said in her normal way.
"Well it is 65 a night so that will be 195 dollars please." She said turning around to grab a key as Bulma looked for her wallet in her overly filled purse. She found it and opened it up handing Chichi $200. Then Chichi finished the exchange by handing Bulma five dollars and her key. "It will be on the last floor third door on your right, um where are your bags ma'am?"
"Oh yes they are in my car." She said handing Chichi her keys. "I will be back in a few hours." Bulma said turning around as Chichi handed a man Bulma's keys to get her bags and put them in her room.
Bulma walked out of the motel and turned to where the stripper place was. A good beer is in order she thought as she walked over to the strip joint and opened the door.
The music could barely be heard from outside the joint but now it was pounding, Bulma could feel the shake to every bump of the bass as the black boot high heels she wore clanked on the tiled floor. Her jeans hiked a little as she walked showing of the four an a half inch stetson heels she wore. She winced a little as she walked to the bar, leaning over sitting down with a deep sigh she called the bar tender to come over to her. A shortish man came over he was very white and very bald a bit short as well to boot.
"Hello my name is Krillin; I will be your bartender tonight. So, what will you be having ma'am?" He said smiling warmly
"Pineapple rum, Ice, with pine apple chunks, shakin if you dont mind." She said off handedly. Thats what she always drank when she was alone and had a sweet tooth and a feeling to let loose a little.
"Well, ma'am, I dont mean to be rude but all I have is this." He said pointing to a list of drinks. She scanned through it and then with a long sigh said,
"Vodka, straight, with ice." She said as she watched him pour the drink. "Um can I have a glass of water as well?"
"Yes'um." He said handing her the drink then taking another glass throwing some ice in and water in it handing it to her her. "You just tell me if you want anything eles. Thanks." He said as he looked toward another customer. She looked at the small glass and took the straw out taking it all in her mouth at once swallowing hard. Her whole body lit up all at once as the so called hot liquid flowed down her throat to the pit of her stomach.
"Another. Same thing." She said as she looked at the bartender. He handed her it and it went on like that another seven or so shots till she was quite tipsy. She started to drink some of her water as one of her favorate songs came on. She set it down and looked at the stage where a young girl was dancing around lazly taking the older mens money. She got up wobling a little bit on her heels but looked at the stage with a look of determination. She ran both her hands through her hair and 'fluffed' it out a bit. She wore an old flanel mans shirt on, she unbuttoned it a little bit to the point her black bra was very present and walked up in the middle of a stage set thing in the middle of the club. There were strippers dancing with old men, taking their money casually. She started to dance a bit untill she had a huge group of men dancing and fondling her. A particularly handsome one came up to her whispering little sweet things, she was a bit drunk but not that drunk. She shook her head immediatly blushing all the way back to her seat, after all she was only there on the stage to have a little fun but not that kind. All of this going on while dark chocolate eyes watched her from afar whispering something to the man next to him.
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She started at a wobel and started to fall when the some one caught her and pulled her up right, pulling a stool out from under a table and under her behind. She sat down, taking a few breaths and laughing a little she looked up at the same man she met at the bar. "Just make sure your not tipsy when you make us lunch tomarrow, I am guessing. I asked the shariffs wife Chichi how long you would be staying and well if you want to get everything out and ready we should start tomarrow. The guys I am going to bring along arr.r...." He said as he grabbed her hands away from another type of liqur.
"Arrre whhhat hmmm..???" She said as she poked him in the chest then laughed histericly.
"Are: Vegeta, Picclo, and Sean." He said, again taking another liqur bottle from Bulma.
She got up again pushing her seat back almost topling it over and started to her oringinal seat and her water so she wouldn't get a head ache the next day. "I guess I will seee youuuuuu again." She drank down the water quickly because of the thirst she had built up on the dance floor and got up going toward the doors that would send her outside. She then pushed the door open.
The cold air hit her face first; the dew that was left in the air hit her just as hard and whipped her hair around her head. That sobered her up a little as she was crossing the alley between the motel and strip joint. Somthing out of no where caught her and flew its hand around her mouth as she flayled her hands everywhere at once, her elbow catching something and hearing a very manly grunt behind her as he started to molest her breast pinching and squeezing with his black leather gloved hands. Tears started to flow as she tried to worm out of his seemingly unbreakable imbrace. She hunched her back forward pulling him above her, grabbed once of her heels, took it off, slammed it as hard as she could into his heel. He screamed out in pain as he hit her in the back of her head. She fell forward with a hard thump then blacked out. Just before she blacked out she heard a russling of people and someone screaming then she was out. When she woke up the next morning, she awoke in a warm king size bed underher and a VERY sexy man next to her. He had dark black hair that flowed up defing all the rules to gravity. The arms that were across his chest rose heavly; he was asleep. She could tell from how his head was laying on his chest and his feet propped on the bed post. He had long eyelashes and thinish lips, and high cheak bones. He was the sexiest man she had ever seen in her entire life.
His eyes stapped open as she was leaning over the bed about to touch the prince that she supposed saved her. The eyes she decided from the process of illimination was his best quality. 'Dark chocolate brown, how yummy.' She thought.
"Hi." She said breathlessly
"Hi." He said in a strangly deep scratchy voice that sent noticable shivers up her spine.
Whew thats the end of the first chapter, I thought Id make it a long one! I love reviews with good critisim of comments. It feels good to know that yall want to spend time to talk to me. I hope I get lots of fans! I love all of yall, never forget it. --Luv101-- email me if you want at whiteroses20012002@yahoo.com love ya!!!!
It was cold, colder than what she rememebered. It was the kind of cold that sent a shiver up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The land here was very desolate and dry; the wind picked up blowing her blue hair in her face a bit, but she keep her hands folded across her chest. She hated this place more than anything in the world. It scared her as a child and it still scared her as a 21 year old adult. The blood, God's the blood. Thats why she left. She shook her head softly; has it really been that long since she had last seen or even thought of the place? Ten years, she thought. She looked toward the sky taking in the graying of the clouds of afternoon, rain. She would have to get back to her car soon if she didn't want to get wet, but she wanted to stay a little longer, just a little longer. The pain of the house hurt her more than anything, no good memories, none. Shaking her head slightly she turned around and started to her Jeep about 50 yards away. She trotted half heartedly to the Jeep as the warm rain started to come down in sheets, pelting her form. As she got to the car, she got in, put her seat belt on, put the key in the ignition, and started the engine. With one last glance at the old, graying mansion, she hit the gas and verred off.
She was off to the nearest town which was about 20 miles from the old mansion. She turned on her windsheild wipers because of the sheets of rain that rained down on the Jeep so hard. Music, ya that would get the painful thoughts and memories out of her head. Taking the CD holder that was thrown carelessly in the passengers seat, she opened it up flipping through it; she found what she was looking for, an old jazz CD. She listened to the soft tunes of the sax that played. She laughed at the thought that she use to call this elevater music. She grew out of that stage a long time ago. Now It was the only thing that really keep her sain. Bulma didn't like any other type of jazz just the tune of the Sax that made her lull to a trance like state. She listened to the emotion that was thrown into the playing, they were singing the blues through their instrument. She sighed softly, she seemed to do that alot now adays after her aunt died leaving her that old mansion. Mabe she would tear it down and build something eles or sell the 500 acres it resided on.
She finaly reached the town and took out the burned jazz CD, took hold on the CD holder placing it in delecatly, then took out Christina Agulaira's stripped CD placing it in, all the while keeping one eye on the road stering with one hand.
What do you do when you know somethings bad for you but you still cant let go
I was naive,Your love was like candy artificial sweet I was deceived by the wrapping
----
Oh.. and it hurts my soul that I cant let go.
all these walls are caving in .
I cant stop my suffering.
I hate to show that I rest control .
cause I keep going right back to the one thing that .
I need to walk away from.
She hummed as she remembered her last boyfriend. She might have left him but it didn't feel like it; it hurt, bad.
Inside I am screaming begging screaming no o o o more, She sang on as she felt her lungs burned. She could hold a tune needless to say if she could keep up with that diva.
I keep going back to the one thing I need
I need to walk away from, yaya.... da yeee... mmmhh.... I said I need to get away from ya I need to walk away from you
the only thing I need to do is walk from you.... ya.... She sang as the song slowed to nothing. That was her favorate song on here but then the next song fighter got her pumping again.
She turned into a serviced gas station and waited for the man or woman to come out. A very handsome man came out with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair; he had a deep scar that ran across his left eye but had a dazzeling smile and was tall, built. He smiled warmly at her; she of course knew she was good looking. "Hello my name is Yamcha and how may I help ya?" He said still with a crooked smile. "Ma'am I got to ask, and I dont mean to be rude at all but is that your natural hair color?" He said a little beweldered as he touched it slightly then yanked his hand back as quickly as it went to touch it.
"Acually, its natural, weird huh? I'm stopping by to get the rest of the things out of my aunt's attic. She use to live up at the old Briefs mansion. My name is Bulma Breifs." she smiled genuinly but it changed to a bit of a laugh when she noticed the thrown off look of his face.
"That old run down mansion on the out skirts of here? Girl you better watch your back I heard it's haunted, not sure what about but thats not good buisness to be hanging around there all a ... alone. Where are you stayin while you are here?" He asked a little concerned as he pulled the gas pump out of the car shaking a little inside the tank, placing it carefully back in place and leaning a bit on the side of her window. He smelled like a bit of a sweetish cologn and oil. She smiled; she hadn't been this close to a man in a while.
"Um well I was thinking about just renting a room right across here at that motel." She said pointing to a quaintish little motel place with a blinking light out side of it that was starting to dud out because both the t and e were black instead of red.
"You mean next to that stripper joint? Na you dont want to stay there it's not very fit for a lady of your standerds; you should stay with me at my house it's only about a couple miles down the road outside of town. I have alot of land and tons of rooms in my house I never seem to use an tons of land. Come on it will be fun I cook a mean omlet!" He said with a goofy grin
Bulma smiled and looked down a bit then back at him. "Na it's a very appealing offer, but mabe some other time. I really want to just get in get out and be on my way. Hey you know where I could possibly get a Uhaul?" She asked
"Well damn you dont need one of thows. Hey how bout I make ya a deal. If you pay for your stuff I will get a couple guys and my self, who all have trucks, to go on out there and help ya with your stuff. I own this store I could just get someone to take over while I am gone."
"Well, ok but the least I can do is make yall lunch for coming out and helping." She said with a smile, and he smiled back. She handed him her money and started up the Jeep and drove off kiddy corner to the gas station. She pulled into the motels parking lot and parked off to the far back and got out.
She went inside taking in her surroundings. The place was nice, 'no sign of cockroaches yet..' she thought. The walls were painted a bland white and the carpet was thin and redish. There was no furniture except for the check in ladies desk and the keys that hung on the wall behind her. She was pretty with black hair that was pulled up in a bun on top on her head, tanish skin, with a slinder form that was covered by a black lose dress, and dark black eyes.
"Hello, My name is Chichi how may I help you?" She said politely
"Well, my name is Bulma, and I would like to rent a nice room with a king size bed for three nights." Bulma said in her normal way.
"Well it is 65 a night so that will be 195 dollars please." She said turning around to grab a key as Bulma looked for her wallet in her overly filled purse. She found it and opened it up handing Chichi $200. Then Chichi finished the exchange by handing Bulma five dollars and her key. "It will be on the last floor third door on your right, um where are your bags ma'am?"
"Oh yes they are in my car." She said handing Chichi her keys. "I will be back in a few hours." Bulma said turning around as Chichi handed a man Bulma's keys to get her bags and put them in her room.
Bulma walked out of the motel and turned to where the stripper place was. A good beer is in order she thought as she walked over to the strip joint and opened the door.
The music could barely be heard from outside the joint but now it was pounding, Bulma could feel the shake to every bump of the bass as the black boot high heels she wore clanked on the tiled floor. Her jeans hiked a little as she walked showing of the four an a half inch stetson heels she wore. She winced a little as she walked to the bar, leaning over sitting down with a deep sigh she called the bar tender to come over to her. A shortish man came over he was very white and very bald a bit short as well to boot.
"Hello my name is Krillin; I will be your bartender tonight. So, what will you be having ma'am?" He said smiling warmly
"Pineapple rum, Ice, with pine apple chunks, shakin if you dont mind." She said off handedly. Thats what she always drank when she was alone and had a sweet tooth and a feeling to let loose a little.
"Well, ma'am, I dont mean to be rude but all I have is this." He said pointing to a list of drinks. She scanned through it and then with a long sigh said,
"Vodka, straight, with ice." She said as she watched him pour the drink. "Um can I have a glass of water as well?"
"Yes'um." He said handing her the drink then taking another glass throwing some ice in and water in it handing it to her her. "You just tell me if you want anything eles. Thanks." He said as he looked toward another customer. She looked at the small glass and took the straw out taking it all in her mouth at once swallowing hard. Her whole body lit up all at once as the so called hot liquid flowed down her throat to the pit of her stomach.
"Another. Same thing." She said as she looked at the bartender. He handed her it and it went on like that another seven or so shots till she was quite tipsy. She started to drink some of her water as one of her favorate songs came on. She set it down and looked at the stage where a young girl was dancing around lazly taking the older mens money. She got up wobling a little bit on her heels but looked at the stage with a look of determination. She ran both her hands through her hair and 'fluffed' it out a bit. She wore an old flanel mans shirt on, she unbuttoned it a little bit to the point her black bra was very present and walked up in the middle of a stage set thing in the middle of the club. There were strippers dancing with old men, taking their money casually. She started to dance a bit untill she had a huge group of men dancing and fondling her. A particularly handsome one came up to her whispering little sweet things, she was a bit drunk but not that drunk. She shook her head immediatly blushing all the way back to her seat, after all she was only there on the stage to have a little fun but not that kind. All of this going on while dark chocolate eyes watched her from afar whispering something to the man next to him.
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She started at a wobel and started to fall when the some one caught her and pulled her up right, pulling a stool out from under a table and under her behind. She sat down, taking a few breaths and laughing a little she looked up at the same man she met at the bar. "Just make sure your not tipsy when you make us lunch tomarrow, I am guessing. I asked the shariffs wife Chichi how long you would be staying and well if you want to get everything out and ready we should start tomarrow. The guys I am going to bring along arr.r...." He said as he grabbed her hands away from another type of liqur.
"Arrre whhhat hmmm..???" She said as she poked him in the chest then laughed histericly.
"Are: Vegeta, Picclo, and Sean." He said, again taking another liqur bottle from Bulma.
She got up again pushing her seat back almost topling it over and started to her oringinal seat and her water so she wouldn't get a head ache the next day. "I guess I will seee youuuuuu again." She drank down the water quickly because of the thirst she had built up on the dance floor and got up going toward the doors that would send her outside. She then pushed the door open.
The cold air hit her face first; the dew that was left in the air hit her just as hard and whipped her hair around her head. That sobered her up a little as she was crossing the alley between the motel and strip joint. Somthing out of no where caught her and flew its hand around her mouth as she flayled her hands everywhere at once, her elbow catching something and hearing a very manly grunt behind her as he started to molest her breast pinching and squeezing with his black leather gloved hands. Tears started to flow as she tried to worm out of his seemingly unbreakable imbrace. She hunched her back forward pulling him above her, grabbed once of her heels, took it off, slammed it as hard as she could into his heel. He screamed out in pain as he hit her in the back of her head. She fell forward with a hard thump then blacked out. Just before she blacked out she heard a russling of people and someone screaming then she was out. When she woke up the next morning, she awoke in a warm king size bed underher and a VERY sexy man next to her. He had dark black hair that flowed up defing all the rules to gravity. The arms that were across his chest rose heavly; he was asleep. She could tell from how his head was laying on his chest and his feet propped on the bed post. He had long eyelashes and thinish lips, and high cheak bones. He was the sexiest man she had ever seen in her entire life.
His eyes stapped open as she was leaning over the bed about to touch the prince that she supposed saved her. The eyes she decided from the process of illimination was his best quality. 'Dark chocolate brown, how yummy.' She thought.
"Hi." She said breathlessly
"Hi." He said in a strangly deep scratchy voice that sent noticable shivers up her spine.
Whew thats the end of the first chapter, I thought Id make it a long one! I love reviews with good critisim of comments. It feels good to know that yall want to spend time to talk to me. I hope I get lots of fans! I love all of yall, never forget it. --Luv101-- email me if you want at whiteroses20012002@yahoo.com love ya!!!!