Last time:
"A-A…Alright…I…I'll never bother you again…" she sighed, picking herself up and trudging to the door. "I…No matter what you guys think of me now, I've never forgotten you. Never…All I ever w-wished f-for…All I-I ever wanted…w-was to come b-back and be with you all again…I'm sorry my problems got in the way…I'm sorry that I got caught up in…other things…But I swear to you, I will never bother you again if that's what you really want…Good-bye Chi…"
All she did, all her anger would allow her to do, was glare at Bulma as tears cascaded down her face, her body quivering as she finally left the room. "Good-bye B…" Chi-Chi whispered, letting a few tears run the length of her face, then splash on her hand only seconds before she collapsed on her bed in a fit of tears.
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Flashback:
"Where are you going!" he roared, grabbing her roughly by the arms, forcing her to meet his gaze. She turned her head sharply away, fighting to keep the tears in, just this once. If she could keep her cheeks dry this time she considered it a win. "Look at me!" He snaked an arm around her waist, jerking her against his chest. The other hand he placed on her throat, and turned her face to him. "Where are you going?"
"Home," she managed, her voice hoarse.
"You are home," he said through his teeth. "You don't live with your mommy and daddy anymore."
For a long time he simply stared into her eyes, and she stared into his blackened soul. How could someone as cold as him have been so enchanting in the beginning? How could he have hidden the real him long enough to seduce her? The answer was nowhere tangible; his past had been washed clean, hiding all references to what he was now.
"If you leave," he finally said, taking a deliberate step back, "I will kill you." He didn't wait to see the terror in her eyes before he threw her on the bed, like so much dirty laundry. He watched her crawl towards the headboard, hugging a pillow to her chest, her eyes quivering and wet, but her cheeks dry as powder. He waited patiently, lit a cigarette. "Go on," he said after what could have been five whole minutes. "Cry."
She looked up, took a shaky breath, and said, "No," as firmly as she could.
The laughter she expected, that deep, guttural laugh he was so known for. But the slap, that was new. The laughter stopped as abruptly as it started. His hand was too fast for her to move.
"I'm not crying for you anymore!" she screamed, arching her back when he lifted her off the bed.
That night he beat her unconscious. The first night of many.
She would never be the same.
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Bulma awoke with tears in her eyes. She sat up and walked slowly into the hotel bathroom. After her shattered reunion with her friends, she decided that staying at Taisho's was no longer appropriate. He'd begged her to stay, cradled her on the front steps as she cried for nearly an hour, but in the end he couldn't convince her. She promised to meet him for lunch the next day before she went back to Watanabe City.
She studied at her reflection in the mirror for a long while before reaching into her purse on the counter. A few painkillers would get rid of her headache, but the images of her nightmare were still burned into her mind's eye. It had been two months since she'd had that dream. Not long enough.
In a few minutes she'd go back to bed, getting a good three more hours of sleep before she got up and went to lunch with Taisho. After her night, she couldn't imagine getting up any time before ten.
She was about to turn off the light and head back to bed, when an old scar caught her eye. Jagged and white, it stuck out right about her left temple, usually hidden expertly with heavy make-up and a fashionable hairstyle. It was the scar that hid the pain of her past, a past that nearly took her life.
"It's over," she said sternly to her reflection. "And it's over here too."
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Taisho sighed deeply for the fifth time in a row. Bulma finally looked up and smiled meekly. She knew what he wanted to know, but the strength to even begin wasn't there.
"It's nothing I can't handle," she said, spearing a cherry tomato in her salad and popping it in her mouth.
"You just have me really worried," he sighed. "I don't want you to go unless I'm sure you're going to be ok."
"Believe me," she laughed. "This is nothing for me."
"That's what scares me." He looked up from his food, a deep frown on his lips.
"What do you mean?"
"If what happened last night is nothing to you, and you cried in my lap for an hour, then there's so much you're not telling me…B, what happened in Watanabe City? What's made you change?"
"Change?" She arched an eyebrow, and set down her fork. "I'm different?"
"It's nothing drastic," he assured her. "But it's there. I can see it every time you smile. It's…" But he couldn't continue.
"It's what?"
"Forget it. I don't want to offend you."
"You won't," she said, placing her hand gentle on his. "Go on."
He sighed, caving to her perfect persuasion, and leaned in.
"When you smile," he whispered, "it's like a part of you is missing. I know you're happy when you smile, but the happiness is…duller somehow. Like nothing can make you truly happy again. Like something took that happiness from you and you've accepted it…Bulma, has someone hurt you? Is that the story you can't tell anyone?"
"Tai," she laughed, leaning back in the booth. "I don't know when you became so deep, but you're definitely not a psychologist. I've just developed a tougher outer shell, if you will. Being a success in the film industry takes quite the toll on a person's…luster. I can take a lot more than I used to be able to. And I have acting to thank for that. No ones mugging this girl."
Taisho looked at her levelly for a moment, then sat back and nodded.
"Ok B. You win. I won't pester you about it anymore."
"Thank you."
"One more thing though."
"Yeah?"
"When will I see you again?"
"Oh Tai," she sighed. She bent across the table and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead. "I love you."
"What?"
"I may be going back to Watanabe, but this will always be home. I promise you that this isn't the last you've seen of me."
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"You need to stop beating yourself up over this," Krillin said as he rubbed 18's back in slow, warm circles. It was the only thing that calmed her when she was this upset. "It's not your fault she stop sending letters. I don't really know her as well as you and Chi and Goku and Vegeta did, but I don't think a true friend would do something like that. Maybe it's better this way. I mean, you've gotten by perfectly fine without her."
"I know," 18 sighed, straightening her back. Krillin took the hint and slid out from behind her, wrapping his arm around her stiff shoulders.
"What is it then?"
"I just never thought Bulma, of all people, could hurt me like that. Even Vegeta wouldn't be so heartless."
"Well," he said, giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, "I say forget her. She's caused you nothing but pain since the day she left. You're better off without her, just like she's probably better off in Watanabe City with all her big budget friends."
"That's so cruel," she said, unable to hold back her bitter laughter. "But I'm beginning to think you're right."
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Vegeta rubbed his face roughly in an attempt to wake up. Last night had been the worst, to say the least. It wasn't until then that the full weight of Bulma's visit bore down on him. A million and one thoughts raced through his mind; memories, tiny glimpses into a perfect past he could never live in again.
He'd woken earlier that morning, around three o'clock, his head throbbing and his muscles sore. When he opened his eyes he realized he was in the basement, the punching bag only inches away. It wasn't the best way to wake up, and fortunately it was late enough that he could sneak back into his room without getting an earful from his aunt.
"Stupid wench," he grumbled, pulling himself to his feet. His aching pains could have easily been prevented had Bulma never come back. She'd been the source of all his pain for so long it made him want to laugh. Before he could reach the bathroom and soak in a hot bath, just the remedy he needed, the phone on his nightstand rang. "Hello?" he answered gruffly.
"Vegeta?" came Goku's unmistakenable voice.
"What?"
"Do you have a minute?"
"No," he said flatly.
"I'm worried about Chi-Chi."
"Really?" he feigned interest. "I'm worried about dying of boredom. Get to the point."
"She's been so depressed since Bulma came back. I haven't seen her eat a single thing."
"You can stop worrying," Vegeta sighed, exasperated. "She's going home today."
Goku stopped in the middle of a word and said nothing for several moments.
"I," he began, but dropped the idea entirely. "Good," he settled on, and hung up the phone. Vegeta stared at the beeping phone for a moment, then slammed it on the receiver. That was not how he wanted to start his day.
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"I don't know you!?" she screamed, shoving him back. "I don't know you! I don't know myself anymore, Settan!"
"I can't even look at you right now," he spat venomously, staring her dead in the eyes, a complete contradiction of his words. "You're dead inside, Toshiko. You're not the woman I married."
He turned to go, but she caught him roughly by the arm and spun him back around.
"The woman you married?" she hissed in a low whisper. "I was sixteen when we got married, Settan. I'm no more a woman now than I was then. What did you expect? That high school love would last forever? Are you that delusional?"
"That gives you the right to sleep with Makoto? My best friend!"
"My best lover," she laughed, her face lightening into a brilliantly vicious smile.
"I despise you."
He was nearly out the door when her last words gave him pause.
"We're finally on the same page, Settan."
In that moment he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, kiss her all over, and declare to the world that they were madly in love, as in love as they'd ever been. But that was a lie and now, standing in that ordinary doorway, he realized that he'd known it the whole time.
"I did love you once," he said quietly. "Good-bye Toshi."
"And…CUT!" a voice bellowed. Bulma looked up, awaiting her evaluation. It was the first time she and Hisaki Ito, another breakout actor, had worked together. The first few times rehearsing this scene had been a breeze. Of course, they'd had scripts then. She prayed she'd remember all her lines. "Bulma, come here dear," the director said, motioning her over.
"It needs a lot, I know," Bulma said as she crossed the soundstage.
"Actually, I think its perfect."
"It can't—"
"It is, trust me. I was just going to suggest that you and Mr. Ito work on it some more, for him. He's great, but there's something so real about your performance. Try and make him that real too. Can you do that?"
"I can try."
"Brilliant. That's all for today."
Bulma smiled respectfully and walked off the set, her eyes itching from the intense stage lights. She went to the water cooler, poured a cup of water, dipped a napkin into it, and dabbed her eyes lightly.
"That's new," came a masculine voice behind her. She turned around sharply and forced a smile. It wasn't that she didn't like Hisaki Ito, he was a great person, but there was just something a little odd about him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely there.
"The lights really bother my eyes," she said after a moment. "I don't think I'll ever get used to them, you know?"
"Not really," he said, trying to continue the obviously dead conversation. "I'm used to them by now."
"Right."
"You don't remember me, do you?"
"Remember you?" she asked, setting her cup and napkin on the buffet table. "From where?"
"The hotel in Tokyo." Bulma's expression remained just as confused. "About five months ago. You were hiding under a stairwell, crying."
"I'm sorry. I don't remember."
"You were pretty roughed up," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I took you to the hospital. Brought you flowers the next day."
Bulma's eyes widened in realization, and her face immediately turned red.
"Kami," she laughed uneasily. "What an embarrassing way to meet someone. I feel awful not remembering you."
"I completely understand." Sympathy was evident in his voice. It made her want to throw the platter of celery and carrots at him. Sympathy was the last thing she wanted or needed. "You never did tell me what happened."
"I was under the stairs," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I tripped and fell down two or three flights."
"Oh," he sighed, not believing her in the least. But it wasn't his place to pry. "Well, I have to get going. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. Goodnight."
"Night."
The moment he was out of sight, she slammed her hand into the water coolers, sending it crashing to the floor. The top broke off, and all the remaining water came rushing out as if from a burst dam.
"Sorry!" she called to those who turned to see what the commotion was about, unable to mask her anger. They too were unable to mask their emotions; annoyance. It was just like Bulma Briefs to throw a fit when the slightest thing went wrong. And they all thought the same thing: She wasn't this way at first. What happened? "I'll call a custodian."
"It's fine, dear," the director said, coming up behind her. "Here." She slipped a business card into Bulma's hand and walked away. She waited until no one was looking, and opened her hand.
"Kuso," she swore, shoving the card into her pocket. "I do not need to see a damn shrink." Her fellow actors and actresses would stronger disagree. Bulma Briefs, once Japan's fresh new sweetheart, was now the farthest thing from it. It was almost as if some unknown tragedy had befallen her, altering her persona completely.
Little did they know, that their guesses were painfully true.
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"A-A…Alright…I…I'll never bother you again…" she sighed, picking herself up and trudging to the door. "I…No matter what you guys think of me now, I've never forgotten you. Never…All I ever w-wished f-for…All I-I ever wanted…w-was to come b-back and be with you all again…I'm sorry my problems got in the way…I'm sorry that I got caught up in…other things…But I swear to you, I will never bother you again if that's what you really want…Good-bye Chi…"
All she did, all her anger would allow her to do, was glare at Bulma as tears cascaded down her face, her body quivering as she finally left the room. "Good-bye B…" Chi-Chi whispered, letting a few tears run the length of her face, then splash on her hand only seconds before she collapsed on her bed in a fit of tears.
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Flashback:
"Where are you going!" he roared, grabbing her roughly by the arms, forcing her to meet his gaze. She turned her head sharply away, fighting to keep the tears in, just this once. If she could keep her cheeks dry this time she considered it a win. "Look at me!" He snaked an arm around her waist, jerking her against his chest. The other hand he placed on her throat, and turned her face to him. "Where are you going?"
"Home," she managed, her voice hoarse.
"You are home," he said through his teeth. "You don't live with your mommy and daddy anymore."
For a long time he simply stared into her eyes, and she stared into his blackened soul. How could someone as cold as him have been so enchanting in the beginning? How could he have hidden the real him long enough to seduce her? The answer was nowhere tangible; his past had been washed clean, hiding all references to what he was now.
"If you leave," he finally said, taking a deliberate step back, "I will kill you." He didn't wait to see the terror in her eyes before he threw her on the bed, like so much dirty laundry. He watched her crawl towards the headboard, hugging a pillow to her chest, her eyes quivering and wet, but her cheeks dry as powder. He waited patiently, lit a cigarette. "Go on," he said after what could have been five whole minutes. "Cry."
She looked up, took a shaky breath, and said, "No," as firmly as she could.
The laughter she expected, that deep, guttural laugh he was so known for. But the slap, that was new. The laughter stopped as abruptly as it started. His hand was too fast for her to move.
"I'm not crying for you anymore!" she screamed, arching her back when he lifted her off the bed.
That night he beat her unconscious. The first night of many.
She would never be the same.
End Flashback:
Bulma awoke with tears in her eyes. She sat up and walked slowly into the hotel bathroom. After her shattered reunion with her friends, she decided that staying at Taisho's was no longer appropriate. He'd begged her to stay, cradled her on the front steps as she cried for nearly an hour, but in the end he couldn't convince her. She promised to meet him for lunch the next day before she went back to Watanabe City.
She studied at her reflection in the mirror for a long while before reaching into her purse on the counter. A few painkillers would get rid of her headache, but the images of her nightmare were still burned into her mind's eye. It had been two months since she'd had that dream. Not long enough.
In a few minutes she'd go back to bed, getting a good three more hours of sleep before she got up and went to lunch with Taisho. After her night, she couldn't imagine getting up any time before ten.
She was about to turn off the light and head back to bed, when an old scar caught her eye. Jagged and white, it stuck out right about her left temple, usually hidden expertly with heavy make-up and a fashionable hairstyle. It was the scar that hid the pain of her past, a past that nearly took her life.
"It's over," she said sternly to her reflection. "And it's over here too."
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Taisho sighed deeply for the fifth time in a row. Bulma finally looked up and smiled meekly. She knew what he wanted to know, but the strength to even begin wasn't there.
"It's nothing I can't handle," she said, spearing a cherry tomato in her salad and popping it in her mouth.
"You just have me really worried," he sighed. "I don't want you to go unless I'm sure you're going to be ok."
"Believe me," she laughed. "This is nothing for me."
"That's what scares me." He looked up from his food, a deep frown on his lips.
"What do you mean?"
"If what happened last night is nothing to you, and you cried in my lap for an hour, then there's so much you're not telling me…B, what happened in Watanabe City? What's made you change?"
"Change?" She arched an eyebrow, and set down her fork. "I'm different?"
"It's nothing drastic," he assured her. "But it's there. I can see it every time you smile. It's…" But he couldn't continue.
"It's what?"
"Forget it. I don't want to offend you."
"You won't," she said, placing her hand gentle on his. "Go on."
He sighed, caving to her perfect persuasion, and leaned in.
"When you smile," he whispered, "it's like a part of you is missing. I know you're happy when you smile, but the happiness is…duller somehow. Like nothing can make you truly happy again. Like something took that happiness from you and you've accepted it…Bulma, has someone hurt you? Is that the story you can't tell anyone?"
"Tai," she laughed, leaning back in the booth. "I don't know when you became so deep, but you're definitely not a psychologist. I've just developed a tougher outer shell, if you will. Being a success in the film industry takes quite the toll on a person's…luster. I can take a lot more than I used to be able to. And I have acting to thank for that. No ones mugging this girl."
Taisho looked at her levelly for a moment, then sat back and nodded.
"Ok B. You win. I won't pester you about it anymore."
"Thank you."
"One more thing though."
"Yeah?"
"When will I see you again?"
"Oh Tai," she sighed. She bent across the table and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead. "I love you."
"What?"
"I may be going back to Watanabe, but this will always be home. I promise you that this isn't the last you've seen of me."
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"You need to stop beating yourself up over this," Krillin said as he rubbed 18's back in slow, warm circles. It was the only thing that calmed her when she was this upset. "It's not your fault she stop sending letters. I don't really know her as well as you and Chi and Goku and Vegeta did, but I don't think a true friend would do something like that. Maybe it's better this way. I mean, you've gotten by perfectly fine without her."
"I know," 18 sighed, straightening her back. Krillin took the hint and slid out from behind her, wrapping his arm around her stiff shoulders.
"What is it then?"
"I just never thought Bulma, of all people, could hurt me like that. Even Vegeta wouldn't be so heartless."
"Well," he said, giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, "I say forget her. She's caused you nothing but pain since the day she left. You're better off without her, just like she's probably better off in Watanabe City with all her big budget friends."
"That's so cruel," she said, unable to hold back her bitter laughter. "But I'm beginning to think you're right."
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Vegeta rubbed his face roughly in an attempt to wake up. Last night had been the worst, to say the least. It wasn't until then that the full weight of Bulma's visit bore down on him. A million and one thoughts raced through his mind; memories, tiny glimpses into a perfect past he could never live in again.
He'd woken earlier that morning, around three o'clock, his head throbbing and his muscles sore. When he opened his eyes he realized he was in the basement, the punching bag only inches away. It wasn't the best way to wake up, and fortunately it was late enough that he could sneak back into his room without getting an earful from his aunt.
"Stupid wench," he grumbled, pulling himself to his feet. His aching pains could have easily been prevented had Bulma never come back. She'd been the source of all his pain for so long it made him want to laugh. Before he could reach the bathroom and soak in a hot bath, just the remedy he needed, the phone on his nightstand rang. "Hello?" he answered gruffly.
"Vegeta?" came Goku's unmistakenable voice.
"What?"
"Do you have a minute?"
"No," he said flatly.
"I'm worried about Chi-Chi."
"Really?" he feigned interest. "I'm worried about dying of boredom. Get to the point."
"She's been so depressed since Bulma came back. I haven't seen her eat a single thing."
"You can stop worrying," Vegeta sighed, exasperated. "She's going home today."
Goku stopped in the middle of a word and said nothing for several moments.
"I," he began, but dropped the idea entirely. "Good," he settled on, and hung up the phone. Vegeta stared at the beeping phone for a moment, then slammed it on the receiver. That was not how he wanted to start his day.
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"I don't know you!?" she screamed, shoving him back. "I don't know you! I don't know myself anymore, Settan!"
"I can't even look at you right now," he spat venomously, staring her dead in the eyes, a complete contradiction of his words. "You're dead inside, Toshiko. You're not the woman I married."
He turned to go, but she caught him roughly by the arm and spun him back around.
"The woman you married?" she hissed in a low whisper. "I was sixteen when we got married, Settan. I'm no more a woman now than I was then. What did you expect? That high school love would last forever? Are you that delusional?"
"That gives you the right to sleep with Makoto? My best friend!"
"My best lover," she laughed, her face lightening into a brilliantly vicious smile.
"I despise you."
He was nearly out the door when her last words gave him pause.
"We're finally on the same page, Settan."
In that moment he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, kiss her all over, and declare to the world that they were madly in love, as in love as they'd ever been. But that was a lie and now, standing in that ordinary doorway, he realized that he'd known it the whole time.
"I did love you once," he said quietly. "Good-bye Toshi."
"And…CUT!" a voice bellowed. Bulma looked up, awaiting her evaluation. It was the first time she and Hisaki Ito, another breakout actor, had worked together. The first few times rehearsing this scene had been a breeze. Of course, they'd had scripts then. She prayed she'd remember all her lines. "Bulma, come here dear," the director said, motioning her over.
"It needs a lot, I know," Bulma said as she crossed the soundstage.
"Actually, I think its perfect."
"It can't—"
"It is, trust me. I was just going to suggest that you and Mr. Ito work on it some more, for him. He's great, but there's something so real about your performance. Try and make him that real too. Can you do that?"
"I can try."
"Brilliant. That's all for today."
Bulma smiled respectfully and walked off the set, her eyes itching from the intense stage lights. She went to the water cooler, poured a cup of water, dipped a napkin into it, and dabbed her eyes lightly.
"That's new," came a masculine voice behind her. She turned around sharply and forced a smile. It wasn't that she didn't like Hisaki Ito, he was a great person, but there was just something a little odd about him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely there.
"The lights really bother my eyes," she said after a moment. "I don't think I'll ever get used to them, you know?"
"Not really," he said, trying to continue the obviously dead conversation. "I'm used to them by now."
"Right."
"You don't remember me, do you?"
"Remember you?" she asked, setting her cup and napkin on the buffet table. "From where?"
"The hotel in Tokyo." Bulma's expression remained just as confused. "About five months ago. You were hiding under a stairwell, crying."
"I'm sorry. I don't remember."
"You were pretty roughed up," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I took you to the hospital. Brought you flowers the next day."
Bulma's eyes widened in realization, and her face immediately turned red.
"Kami," she laughed uneasily. "What an embarrassing way to meet someone. I feel awful not remembering you."
"I completely understand." Sympathy was evident in his voice. It made her want to throw the platter of celery and carrots at him. Sympathy was the last thing she wanted or needed. "You never did tell me what happened."
"I was under the stairs," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I tripped and fell down two or three flights."
"Oh," he sighed, not believing her in the least. But it wasn't his place to pry. "Well, I have to get going. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. Goodnight."
"Night."
The moment he was out of sight, she slammed her hand into the water coolers, sending it crashing to the floor. The top broke off, and all the remaining water came rushing out as if from a burst dam.
"Sorry!" she called to those who turned to see what the commotion was about, unable to mask her anger. They too were unable to mask their emotions; annoyance. It was just like Bulma Briefs to throw a fit when the slightest thing went wrong. And they all thought the same thing: She wasn't this way at first. What happened? "I'll call a custodian."
"It's fine, dear," the director said, coming up behind her. "Here." She slipped a business card into Bulma's hand and walked away. She waited until no one was looking, and opened her hand.
"Kuso," she swore, shoving the card into her pocket. "I do not need to see a damn shrink." Her fellow actors and actresses would stronger disagree. Bulma Briefs, once Japan's fresh new sweetheart, was now the farthest thing from it. It was almost as if some unknown tragedy had befallen her, altering her persona completely.
Little did they know, that their guesses were painfully true.
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---Chapter 4!!! :) Wow, finally a real new chapters :P Heehee. I know, it was a little shorter than the others, but I wanted to get a new chapter out as soon as possible. Hopefully I've gotten your attention with my little twists and turns :P
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