I am soooo sorry for this HUGE ASS delay. This is my first update on this story since I wrote it, thanks to new semesters at school (which I totally underestimated) and a major case of writer's block. BUT, getting to the part you most likely want to hear, Im on vacation so I can write write write! Esp now that I have a newly discovered focus for this story ^_^ Anyways, hope you enjoy this and I'll update when I get some feedback! Peace!
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***Thanks for all of you guys who reviewed! I'm doin' this for you guys cause you gave the most feedback for the story I've updated the least. *cough* never *cough* ^_^;;
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Bulma cradeled her head in her hands, exhausted. The realization that for the first time in her life, she was out-shopped. Bags upon bags littered her house. She had to literally climb over and squeeze through narrow path ways in the mounds of purchase, to get from room to room. Once she was through rehabilitating that no Ouji boy, she would sell her little house and buy a new one somewhere. She just didnt know exactly where, yet. And now, seated on the plane headed to that undisclosed' location, she wasn't in the mood to bother about that.


A masseuse worked her magic on Bulma's weary feet, sending her into a state of sleepy bliss. A thought weaseled its unwelcome way into her unguarded thoughts. The wealth of the no Oujis was no question, as it was limitless. But why were they being so generous? She had recieved nothing to this magnitude for working with the senior Mr. no Ouji. Her brow furrowed. She opened her eyes, looking at the masseuse who was hard at work on her feet.


Have you ever met the no Ouji's son? I mean, working for them, you must have come accross him before.


The masseuse paused unintentionally, and resumed work, not meeting Bulma's eyes. That could either be because she wanted to give her undivided attention to the feet (which Bulma highly doubted was the case, being somewhat skilled in massage herself, and besides, feet were disgusting), or Bulma had touched a nerve.


No, I've never met him. We aren't permitted to talk about the no Oujis.


Bulma felt increasingly less at ease.


Uhm... can you tell me anything about him? I'm going into this arrangement with no prior knowledge about my patient, except for his medical information, and even that seems to have been watered down.


The masseuse set Bulma's foot on the silk cushion. Picking up a towel from the floor, she wiped the lotion off of her hands, and smoothed a wisp of hair off of her newly flushed face.


I'm sorry I can't tell you anything other than that the scheduled landing time is in five minutes, and you might want to put your boots on.


Bulma squinted. Boots? Slowly she turned her head toward the window, for the first time during the flight, of her surroundings. Pine trees. Lots of pine trees. Her mouth parted slightly in shock.


Where the hell am I??


No one answered, and she turned back to look at the masseuse, but she had already made her escape from Bulma's interrogation.


she rubbed her forehead. Five fucking minutes till Camp Crystal Lake. For those of you who dont know, its from the Jason movies.. just an analogy I take NO ownership of any of the characters or places mentioned in this story. ^_^;; Who in their right mind would BUILD a house, let alone an estate out... out.... she snorted, I don't even know where here' is.


She grumbled to herself as she replaced her sandals. All of her other shoes and clothes that she had brought on this to be adventure were stored somewhere else on the plane. Praying there wouldnt be knee-deep muck on the ground, she sat white-faced in her seat. Nerves had finally begun to sink in. She looked out the window as a huge estate came into view. Her brow furrowed. Hmmm... this isn't as large as I expected it to be. She looked more closely as they neared the main building. Slash that, it wasnt one building, it was a large main building surrounded on the sides and back by multiple other smaller buildings. All of which were built with


A voice broke through her twisted revery. Please fasten your sealtbelt, we are now preparing to land.


Bulma, too shell-shocked to comply, still stared out the window at what was turning out to be Paul Bunyon's paradise. The plane dipped into a sudden yet skilled landing. Bulma flew. Screeching, she grabbed onto the arm of her seat as she was proppelled into the air. As suddenly as the descent began, it was over. Panting, Bulma clawed her way into her seat, eyes bulging. The door to her compartment opened, allowing entrance to the neatly groomed pilot. We have reached our destination, if you would please follow me-- he stepped to the side and gestured out the door to the room which held the exit.


Closing her mouth, and smoothing back her hair, she regained her composure. Standing shakily, she walked out of the room and down the landing dock. Surrounded by giant Pine trees, singing birds, wild flowers intersperced, she was taken in by the------ She locked eyes on the main building where she could just make out a stiffly standing man at the entrance, whom she took to be the butler, and ran towards him. Mere feet from the steps, she misjudged the depth and content of a seemingly harmless and shallow puddle. WHAM! She blinked the out of her eyes, groaning.


She looked up and saw a face smirking in one of the uppermost windows, learing out at her. Before she could get a good look at it, the person vanished. The man made no move to assist her as she struggled upright and ascended the steps, rather he dabbed a delicate white kerchief to his beaklike nose. This is for you. He held out a small white envelope, gingerly holding it out to her with the tips of his pointer finger and thumb.


She glared at him, snatching the parcel from him. If he hadn't been wearing white gloves, it would have left a nasty papercut. Thank you. You are much too kind, really.


He looked at her disdainfully. Due to your present, he paused, condition it must be requested that you walk around to the back of the building and enter through the kitchen.


Muddy, wet, tired, Bulma stared up at him her eyes widening with fury. Then, she smiled, sweet and bitingly cheerful. Of course! That would be delightful, no trouble at all! If you wouldn't mind taking these for me. She slipped her gunk encrusted sandals and handed them to the man, making sure he had a good hold on them, while smearing them all over his white suit coat. Whoops! Clumsy me, I must have slipped. Smiling at him sweetly, she walked briskly down the steps and towards the back of the building, unaware of an extra set of eyes that observed her unnoticed from a window.




Okay, I know that was short, but never fear, if you guys like it, I'll update again within a few days (I have no life). ^_~
Please review!!! Good or bad I'll take it all. ^_^