Chapter 3
June 14
Bulma walked cautiously up the old cracked steps that lead to the house. A overwelming feeling came over her ,and she stopped momentarly and took a deep breath. She didn't think she would ever be back here again; the only reason she was here anyway was because she wanted her mothers belongings back and her child hoods. A tear escaped her eye and she whipped it away as quick as it fell.
-Vegeta caught notice of the little prickle that fell down her face and the lighly tanned handed that carresed it away. Why would the woman cry. Vegeta thought to himself. Over her aunt, maybe? No, thows tears come heavy, and they normaly are a bit foced. This tear was what it was. It feel without notice and without giving her time to tuck it away in her mind. Something was terribly wrong in this house. Vegeta thought as he stepped up on the porch with her, making sure to step no more than one pace behind. He looked warily at the man that was as close as the Onna was to him. He hated Yamcha, and it was extreamly apparent to all of them. So, the question was, why did yamcha ask so fervently for him to go on this adventure in, now the Bulma's, attic.--
They wouldn't be back so she wouldnt dwell on the past. No since, right? she thought soundlessly. She couldn't bring back them or anyone eles for that matter so she wouldn't try. The memories were to harsh for her. She just couldn' comprehend that just a baby saw what she saw. She was just a baby, wasn't she? She turned her head to the right and caught Vegetas gaze. Where had she seen thows eyes? Probly never. They seemed fimilar but wouldn't be. He came almost a year after she left. She turned back around to the house
She turned to her left and placed her hand on one of the pilers that held up the huge house. She heard a crack underfoot; she looked down the board under her left foot had cracked. It would take millions to restore the old house, and she just didn't want to. She would just sell it or something. "Hey boys you coming or what?" She said as she looked over her shoulder at Piccolo and Sean that stood still at the two trucks. They let off the trucks and walked up the steps next to her. She sighed again and started to the door. With an intake of a deep breath she opened the door wide. A deep creak noise was made as the thick wide door opened up for the first time in a while. She was the first to take a step inside of the house and went to one of the windows and flew it open to let in the sunshine. Then another and then another, till every window on the first floor was open. After that she finaly got a look at the house that was in every one of her nightmares as a young child to a teenager.
The house was big from the outside and just as big in the inside, unlike some houses that look huge from the outside and small from the end and just the opposite. The ceiling must have been 25 feet off the ground with a moral that was painted on, it looked like angels were flying with children in there arms to a man that sat brightly with his arms wide, but then on the opposite side was a dark shadow like thing that held its arms out but one child did not go to the man that sat brightly instead he seemed to be walked toward the dark thing. Everyone in the room marvalled at the exquisite design except for Yamcha who seemed to just have a slight scowl on his face making him look repulsive not the bright happy guy Bulma met at the gas station.
. They were inside of the living area, it in itself was very large from where she stood off to the side. It was about 40 feet wide from where she was. There was hard wood flooring all over the house and very thick dust clumps everywhere. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and a little bug crawled across her foot that Vegeta stepped on with a turn. The furniture was still intact and so were all the paitings that hung on the walls. In the middle of two very gray and dust filled couches there was a coffe table made of glass that had orangy brown streaks across it. She took her eyes off of it and turned to her left. There were two double doors about 30 feet from her they were still white; behind it, she knew, was where her grandmother use to sleep, and the same with her grandfather. Off to the northeast was another set of double doors, white, and inside would be the huge dinning area a good 30 feet to 40 off the ground and 50 feet by 60. IT was huge with a large dinning table at the base of it that stuck out towards the doors. She knew it would be like that. Thats how it was left and it probly still had dishes on the table from where her family had dinner the night it happened. In front of her was another door, a single door smallish door compared.., that would lead up to where the main rooms were, Six bedrooms and one bath. She resited. She always remembered that because there were eight chimnies in the house, one in her grandmothers room and the other in the dinning room; the other six chimnies were in the bedrooms.
The house was old. It never was heated by heaters or heat except for the chimnies and the air conditioning was never used because the previes family, hers, always liked the house to be circulated so every morning they would open all the windows and doors to keep the house moving in the hot summers. That was always Bulma's job you know. Every morning during the summer she would get up and open up the doors and windows and ever winter start up all the fires. Nothing, mind you, to cleaning the floors of the house. Next to it, the door, was a china cabnit filled with old, old china. She walked forward; she could here the almost silent foot steps of the guys behind her as they looked in awe at the inside of the house. The house never smelled of wood or coal but always roses, and grapes, and wild vinilla plants someone had planted years and years before she ever stepped foot there. The roses were from her mothers huge garden, all her mother liked in terms of flowers were roses and of course sunflowers. The grapes came from the vines upon vines her father had planted, made, years ago. She always thought it reminded him of his times in the back county in Greece when he was young.
"Woman am I going to have to nudge you all the way to the attic in order for you to go?" The rough scratchy voice of Vegeta said in her ear.
"Bite me." She said over her shoulder with a scowl as she walked forward to the small door in front of her. She walked to it and turned the nob opening it, it creaked but very lightly as it hit the wall on its hinges. She walked through the door with a soft padding behind her as the boys again caught up with her. Not an arms length from her left side were the steps. She walked forward to her right was a picture of her great great grandfather hanging on the wall. The eyes in the picture, because of the glass, would follow you as you walked by it even with steath like a tiger. When Bulma was younger she thought it was haunted; she thought the whole house was haunted. If it wasn't now then it was when she left. She shivered a little, a breeze?
She keep an eye on the picture for only a second maybe more before she returned her gaze on the stairs. She carefully went up the steps a soft groan from the would could be heard as she stepped from one step to another. She walked lightly. She looked behind her to find the so called men waiting with great anticipation. "Lets go, come on! What are ya waiting for?" She said giving them a smile over her shoulder as she called to the men. "Come on the stairs wont bite. I promise!" She said as she turned and walked ip the stairs.
Her hips swayed back and forth giving her ass a nice jump to it. Yamcha looked on till she got to the very top and watched her turn to her left and go down an unknown hall. He saw Vegeta out of the corner of his eye start up the stairs toward her and Sean with him. Right when she was out of hearing he turned and looked at Piccolo who stood next to him. "Mmm, Piccolo I know you arn't much for women but Damn. The next few days are going to be fun. Oh they are going to be very, Very, fun" He said as he licked his lips and walked up the stairs; Piccolo on his heels."
They worked hard for hours and hours, Bulma directed them in the attic and they helped her go through all of her families stuff, well all of them that lived in this old house. All worked very dilligently till finaly Bulma called for a little break and they all came back down to the kitchen area. The kitchen was behind the dinning area. It was very small compared to the rest of the house. Only about seven feet off the ground and very narrow only allowing maybe three people at a time to feel comfortable. It was Very late in the afternoon and the sun was setting and Bulma decided that they should stop for the day. There was a convenice store just about a mile down the road, and she offered to go get food and make them all a good dinner. Of course they all wanted that and nodded enthusiasticly.
"That would be very, nice." Vegeta said as if he was swallowing bile. Vegeta wasn't the kind ladeda type as we all know. So he followed, " Your toothpick arms couldnt possibly carry the amount of food needed. We will come with you." He said implying everyone But Yamcha. Yamcha came up and took Bulma's hand as she looked at him in a weird kinda way. He was handsome; she would give him that atleast, but he just had something about him that made her just not feel comfortable around him. There was something wrong, about him and about the rest of the guys but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"How bout we all go for a walk since it really doesn't seem to be that far. If your legs start to hurt Bulma I wouldn't mind carring you." Yamcha said in an almost to friendly way.
"Yes I would like a walk, but I am sure I will manage a mile without someone carring me. I managed running the Georgia Peach tree road race and other several marathons and semi-triatholons. I think I will be ok Yamcha, thanks." She looked at him with a smile. Yet Yamcha didn't let go of her hand instead he held on to it a little tighter than before and gave it a slight squeaze. She cringed but maybe he thought that she liked him doing that because then he put his arm over her shoulder. She looked at Vegeta and that said in less words that one, what the fuck.
The walk up the store was pleseant, very nice indead. The boys had rather heavy loads but when Bulma asked to carry something; Yamcha was about to hand her half his load when Vegeta took it and handled it and gave Bulma a roll of paper towels. He was so gruff, rude, and mean but he still had chasity, what the hell was with this guy. When ever he wasn't looking at her she was eyein his body up and down. Now in Bulma's head there was something higher than hot, it was the UUh status. The UUh status included any man, (if your a guy, woman or man whatever same with women) That when you looked at them there were no words to describe them but a moan then and only then did they belong in the top of the line including Brad Pitt, L L cool J, Eminem, Vin deisel, all of the hotties of the world. And VEGETA.
As they were just about 100 yards from the house the clouds started to darkin dramaticly and rain drops started to pelt at the still soft ground. They all went at a short trot and by the time they all got on the porch they were wet but not sloppy wet. When they reached the porch though the rain started to come down hard with thick bolts of lightning and heart stopping sounds of thunder.
They walked inside the old mansion all going to the kitchen setting the groceries down and putting the water they bought in the ice box that was in the kitchen, the only thing that would keep anything cold. They all walked back into the living room area and sat down.
Then out of the corner of Bulma's eye she caught sight of another car that was parked outside, looked like a cop car. As she went to the door opening it she noticed it was a cop car. "Hey guys there is some cop car outside."
"Really?" Said a new voice behind her. She screamed as loud as she could as she jumped out on the porched and looked at the intruder. "My name is Goku!" Said a man that was very tall with hair that poked out at all ends.
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June 14
Bulma walked cautiously up the old cracked steps that lead to the house. A overwelming feeling came over her ,and she stopped momentarly and took a deep breath. She didn't think she would ever be back here again; the only reason she was here anyway was because she wanted her mothers belongings back and her child hoods. A tear escaped her eye and she whipped it away as quick as it fell.
-Vegeta caught notice of the little prickle that fell down her face and the lighly tanned handed that carresed it away. Why would the woman cry. Vegeta thought to himself. Over her aunt, maybe? No, thows tears come heavy, and they normaly are a bit foced. This tear was what it was. It feel without notice and without giving her time to tuck it away in her mind. Something was terribly wrong in this house. Vegeta thought as he stepped up on the porch with her, making sure to step no more than one pace behind. He looked warily at the man that was as close as the Onna was to him. He hated Yamcha, and it was extreamly apparent to all of them. So, the question was, why did yamcha ask so fervently for him to go on this adventure in, now the Bulma's, attic.--
They wouldn't be back so she wouldnt dwell on the past. No since, right? she thought soundlessly. She couldn't bring back them or anyone eles for that matter so she wouldn't try. The memories were to harsh for her. She just couldn' comprehend that just a baby saw what she saw. She was just a baby, wasn't she? She turned her head to the right and caught Vegetas gaze. Where had she seen thows eyes? Probly never. They seemed fimilar but wouldn't be. He came almost a year after she left. She turned back around to the house
She turned to her left and placed her hand on one of the pilers that held up the huge house. She heard a crack underfoot; she looked down the board under her left foot had cracked. It would take millions to restore the old house, and she just didn't want to. She would just sell it or something. "Hey boys you coming or what?" She said as she looked over her shoulder at Piccolo and Sean that stood still at the two trucks. They let off the trucks and walked up the steps next to her. She sighed again and started to the door. With an intake of a deep breath she opened the door wide. A deep creak noise was made as the thick wide door opened up for the first time in a while. She was the first to take a step inside of the house and went to one of the windows and flew it open to let in the sunshine. Then another and then another, till every window on the first floor was open. After that she finaly got a look at the house that was in every one of her nightmares as a young child to a teenager.
The house was big from the outside and just as big in the inside, unlike some houses that look huge from the outside and small from the end and just the opposite. The ceiling must have been 25 feet off the ground with a moral that was painted on, it looked like angels were flying with children in there arms to a man that sat brightly with his arms wide, but then on the opposite side was a dark shadow like thing that held its arms out but one child did not go to the man that sat brightly instead he seemed to be walked toward the dark thing. Everyone in the room marvalled at the exquisite design except for Yamcha who seemed to just have a slight scowl on his face making him look repulsive not the bright happy guy Bulma met at the gas station.
. They were inside of the living area, it in itself was very large from where she stood off to the side. It was about 40 feet wide from where she was. There was hard wood flooring all over the house and very thick dust clumps everywhere. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and a little bug crawled across her foot that Vegeta stepped on with a turn. The furniture was still intact and so were all the paitings that hung on the walls. In the middle of two very gray and dust filled couches there was a coffe table made of glass that had orangy brown streaks across it. She took her eyes off of it and turned to her left. There were two double doors about 30 feet from her they were still white; behind it, she knew, was where her grandmother use to sleep, and the same with her grandfather. Off to the northeast was another set of double doors, white, and inside would be the huge dinning area a good 30 feet to 40 off the ground and 50 feet by 60. IT was huge with a large dinning table at the base of it that stuck out towards the doors. She knew it would be like that. Thats how it was left and it probly still had dishes on the table from where her family had dinner the night it happened. In front of her was another door, a single door smallish door compared.., that would lead up to where the main rooms were, Six bedrooms and one bath. She resited. She always remembered that because there were eight chimnies in the house, one in her grandmothers room and the other in the dinning room; the other six chimnies were in the bedrooms.
The house was old. It never was heated by heaters or heat except for the chimnies and the air conditioning was never used because the previes family, hers, always liked the house to be circulated so every morning they would open all the windows and doors to keep the house moving in the hot summers. That was always Bulma's job you know. Every morning during the summer she would get up and open up the doors and windows and ever winter start up all the fires. Nothing, mind you, to cleaning the floors of the house. Next to it, the door, was a china cabnit filled with old, old china. She walked forward; she could here the almost silent foot steps of the guys behind her as they looked in awe at the inside of the house. The house never smelled of wood or coal but always roses, and grapes, and wild vinilla plants someone had planted years and years before she ever stepped foot there. The roses were from her mothers huge garden, all her mother liked in terms of flowers were roses and of course sunflowers. The grapes came from the vines upon vines her father had planted, made, years ago. She always thought it reminded him of his times in the back county in Greece when he was young.
"Woman am I going to have to nudge you all the way to the attic in order for you to go?" The rough scratchy voice of Vegeta said in her ear.
"Bite me." She said over her shoulder with a scowl as she walked forward to the small door in front of her. She walked to it and turned the nob opening it, it creaked but very lightly as it hit the wall on its hinges. She walked through the door with a soft padding behind her as the boys again caught up with her. Not an arms length from her left side were the steps. She walked forward to her right was a picture of her great great grandfather hanging on the wall. The eyes in the picture, because of the glass, would follow you as you walked by it even with steath like a tiger. When Bulma was younger she thought it was haunted; she thought the whole house was haunted. If it wasn't now then it was when she left. She shivered a little, a breeze?
She keep an eye on the picture for only a second maybe more before she returned her gaze on the stairs. She carefully went up the steps a soft groan from the would could be heard as she stepped from one step to another. She walked lightly. She looked behind her to find the so called men waiting with great anticipation. "Lets go, come on! What are ya waiting for?" She said giving them a smile over her shoulder as she called to the men. "Come on the stairs wont bite. I promise!" She said as she turned and walked ip the stairs.
Her hips swayed back and forth giving her ass a nice jump to it. Yamcha looked on till she got to the very top and watched her turn to her left and go down an unknown hall. He saw Vegeta out of the corner of his eye start up the stairs toward her and Sean with him. Right when she was out of hearing he turned and looked at Piccolo who stood next to him. "Mmm, Piccolo I know you arn't much for women but Damn. The next few days are going to be fun. Oh they are going to be very, Very, fun" He said as he licked his lips and walked up the stairs; Piccolo on his heels."
They worked hard for hours and hours, Bulma directed them in the attic and they helped her go through all of her families stuff, well all of them that lived in this old house. All worked very dilligently till finaly Bulma called for a little break and they all came back down to the kitchen area. The kitchen was behind the dinning area. It was very small compared to the rest of the house. Only about seven feet off the ground and very narrow only allowing maybe three people at a time to feel comfortable. It was Very late in the afternoon and the sun was setting and Bulma decided that they should stop for the day. There was a convenice store just about a mile down the road, and she offered to go get food and make them all a good dinner. Of course they all wanted that and nodded enthusiasticly.
"That would be very, nice." Vegeta said as if he was swallowing bile. Vegeta wasn't the kind ladeda type as we all know. So he followed, " Your toothpick arms couldnt possibly carry the amount of food needed. We will come with you." He said implying everyone But Yamcha. Yamcha came up and took Bulma's hand as she looked at him in a weird kinda way. He was handsome; she would give him that atleast, but he just had something about him that made her just not feel comfortable around him. There was something wrong, about him and about the rest of the guys but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"How bout we all go for a walk since it really doesn't seem to be that far. If your legs start to hurt Bulma I wouldn't mind carring you." Yamcha said in an almost to friendly way.
"Yes I would like a walk, but I am sure I will manage a mile without someone carring me. I managed running the Georgia Peach tree road race and other several marathons and semi-triatholons. I think I will be ok Yamcha, thanks." She looked at him with a smile. Yet Yamcha didn't let go of her hand instead he held on to it a little tighter than before and gave it a slight squeaze. She cringed but maybe he thought that she liked him doing that because then he put his arm over her shoulder. She looked at Vegeta and that said in less words that one, what the fuck.
The walk up the store was pleseant, very nice indead. The boys had rather heavy loads but when Bulma asked to carry something; Yamcha was about to hand her half his load when Vegeta took it and handled it and gave Bulma a roll of paper towels. He was so gruff, rude, and mean but he still had chasity, what the hell was with this guy. When ever he wasn't looking at her she was eyein his body up and down. Now in Bulma's head there was something higher than hot, it was the UUh status. The UUh status included any man, (if your a guy, woman or man whatever same with women) That when you looked at them there were no words to describe them but a moan then and only then did they belong in the top of the line including Brad Pitt, L L cool J, Eminem, Vin deisel, all of the hotties of the world. And VEGETA.
As they were just about 100 yards from the house the clouds started to darkin dramaticly and rain drops started to pelt at the still soft ground. They all went at a short trot and by the time they all got on the porch they were wet but not sloppy wet. When they reached the porch though the rain started to come down hard with thick bolts of lightning and heart stopping sounds of thunder.
They walked inside the old mansion all going to the kitchen setting the groceries down and putting the water they bought in the ice box that was in the kitchen, the only thing that would keep anything cold. They all walked back into the living room area and sat down.
Then out of the corner of Bulma's eye she caught sight of another car that was parked outside, looked like a cop car. As she went to the door opening it she noticed it was a cop car. "Hey guys there is some cop car outside."
"Really?" Said a new voice behind her. She screamed as loud as she could as she jumped out on the porched and looked at the intruder. "My name is Goku!" Said a man that was very tall with hair that poked out at all ends.
So what do yall think? Ya like it so far? Should I go on? I really like great reviews. If ya flame me then make it constructive PLEASE. :D PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! Us writers love to get yalls feed back. When we get a review it's like we just got a cookie or something lol. So PLEAES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE with big old freash cherries and coolwhip and and and chocolate on top please review and tell me what ya think!! love yall!!