Chapter 2: Surprising Help

Our Messed Up Little World

Bulma quickly ran down the stairs with untied show laces; "Oh no mom told me to meet by the car ten minutes ago" she panicked looking at her watch. Suddenly Bulma tripped and flew straight into her father's arms. "Nice of you to be dropping in" Mr. Briefs joked as his daughter gave a nervous laugh. He placed her down on the ground and patted the little kitty, which sat on his shoulder. "Nice catch dad" she mumbled still slightly embarrassed. Pulling on her clothes, straightening them out, she looked at her watch again and dashed straight out the door giving a quick wave good bye to her dad who returned it.

Quickly she ran pass the kitchen and swooped up an apple before skidding her way skillfully to the front door. Bulma started reaching for the door handle when she noticed a pink pamphlet on the windowsill, picking it up it read "TT- Trauma Therapy, let us help you get through". Staring at it she realized "MOMS TAKING ME TO GROUP THERAPY. Oh god I can't go to therapy I mean I don't need it" she panicked once again.

Bulma stood still, staring at the pink piece of paper as if it was going to jump out and bite her. The door calmly opened as Mrs. Briefs came back inside to see where her daughter was. Bulma jumped slightly startled at the sudden movement of the door "Bulma honey, come on we are late for your surprise" Chimed her mother. Bulma rolled her eyes and shoved the offending paper under her mother blue eyes, "I know what the surprise is mom, you didn't have to lie" Bulma said enthusiastically.

Mrs. Briefs reached for the paper and folded it neatly before placing it in her handbag, "It's for the best honey. Your father and me hear you screaming at night and I think that this might help" she said looking at her daughters face "I mean at least try, for your father and me". Bulma looked up at her mother's eager, sympathetic face, "Fine but on one condition" "Anything, you name it and you got it" Mrs. Briefs said squealing with glee "No more brussel sprouts" Bulma said holding her hand over her mouth. Mrs. Briefs laughed then opened the door for her daughter "That's fine with me now let's go, we are going to be late". Bulma and her mother walked fast paced to her moms red car.

Vegeta finally made it to the parking lot of his apartment building. He wasn't really in a rush, he didn't care if he was late the only reason why he was actually going was the court had ordered once he got of Juvenile correctional hall for troubled teens. As a kid he got into a lot of trouble doing stupid things like doing crazy stunts and almost scaring the living daylights of his older sister.

Getting into his car he checked the boot to see if he had his work stuff for after "TT". Slamming the boot, he got into the car and sped off. Ten minutes late Vegeta arrived and noticed that he was early, "God, you try be late and you get here early," He complained looking at his watch. A car pulled in next to his and he spotted a girl that looked very familiar. "Hey Vegeta, how's it hanging" a girl with icy blue eyes and blonde asked, getting out of her car. Vegeta smirked at his best friend "nothing much 18" he replied also climbing at the car and leaning on her car bonnet next to her.

Pulling out a cigarette from her pocket she lit it "want one" she offered. Vegeta rose and eye brow "you know I don't like that stuff, I don't enjoy killing myself that way". 18 chuckled and watched as Vegeta shoved his hands in his pocket and pulled out a bouncing ball. He started throwing it against the wall and catching it. "You and that damned ball I swear if it goes missing one of these days you know who did it" 18 joked looking at Vegeta who wasn't really paying attention.

18 had been friends with Vegeta since she was 14 where they met in Juvenile hall when she had helped Vegeta out against some jackasses. She had ended up in there for putting a home made bomb in someone's post box and got caught. 18 was let out when she was 16, a year before Vegeta. She didn't have to go to TT but she did to make Vegeta's two year sentence that would be ending in two months or so, a lot more bearable.

"Hey, you going to Diascolo's tonight" 18 asked Vegeta, throwing her cigarette on the ground. Vegeta nodded his head and watched as a girl he had never seen before park next to 18's car. 18 noticed whom he was staring at "what do you think she is here for" she asked watching her climb out the car and wave goodbye to her mother. "Don't know, don't really care" He mumbled still looking at her.

Bulma slowly walked past Vegeta and 18 and stopped in front of two glass doors. "Now what" Bulma said out loud. "You walk in, kid" 18 said from behind her. 18 walked closer to her and held out her hand "Hi my name is Judith Gero, but you can call me 18 and that over there" she said pointing at Vegeta "is Vegeta Ouji. Bulma took her hand and lightly shook it "Hi 18, my name is Bulma, Bulma Briefs". 18 smirked, "come on kid let me show you where to go" she grabbed Bulma's hand and dragged her inside the building. Bulma peered over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the 19-year-old flamed haired male.

18 and Bulma walked into a room, which had bean bag seats all over the floor. "This is it" she announced, letting go of Bulma. Bulma just plopped in the seat closest to her and 18 grabbed one next to her. Everyone was starting to arrive and Vegeta soon came in and grabbed a bean bag seat, which was closest to the wall so he could lean against it and still be away from everyone else.

"Ok kid, let me tell you some useful hints" 18 whispered, so she wouldn't be heard by the other people. "Ok, never sit next that guy" she said pointing at a rather tall guy who had a lanky body and kept scratching his head. "Why not, is he crazy or something" Bulma questioned, "no but if you take a look at his head that he keeps scratching, he either has lice or a bad case of dandruff. Bulma shivered at the thought and listened as 18 told her about who not to sit next to or who not to mess with. Eventually the therapist came in, she was about thirty years old and had long died red hair and gray eyes. Putting her bag at her desk, she pulled out a clipboard and walked up to where every one else was already sitting in a circle. She sat in a bean bag seat on the other side of the circle to where Bulma and 18 had taken a seat. "Role call everyone," She shouted in a squawky voice. After she got through everyone she spotted Bulma "well, well it looks like we have someone new today. Would you like to introduce yourself young lady" she ushered Bulma with her hand to stand up. Bulma nervously stood up and swallowed "Hi everybody, um my name is Bulma". "Hi Bulma" the all sang except for Vegeta and 18 who didn't look like they wanted to take part. Bulma quirked her eyebrow in everybody's weirdness but said nothing. "Come, come Bulma carry on what school do you go to and tell us why you are here" the lady known as Mrs. Bartlett said clapping her hands. "Ok, I just finished at Orange Star high school and I am here because I" Bulma paused and started tugging on her sweater sleeve. Mrs. Bartlett watched Bulma "its ok child, you don't have to tell us straight away just take a seat". Bulma nodded her head and fell back into her chair sighing.

"It's hard isn't it" 18 whispered, Bulma just looked blankly at the white tiled floor. "Don't worry kid it will get better, trust me and you can always hang out with me" Bulma looked at 18 and smiled "thanks for everything 18" Bulma replied and listened to everyone else's problems. Some people had gone through a lot like the dandruff guy had been teased at school and beaten up practically everyday of his school life; he had even tried to kill himself.

Eventually the teacher called up Vegeta the guy she had met in the parking lot. "So Vegeta, did you talk to your sister about the good times of your child" the therapist asked adjusting her moon lens glasses. Vegeta stood up and folded his arms "No" he stated calmly, the lady looked at him and glared at him "why not" "Because there were no good times. My father and my mother got a divorce when I was born and my sister moved there with him. My mom didn't work and needed money so she married a jackass who beat me and raped my mother, eventually he tried to kill me and my mother killed him but ended up killing herself. Please lady tell me, what good times existed in my life time." He said calmly, no emotion just a blank stare at the now stunned Mrs. Bartlett.

"Vegeta, please take your seat" Mrs. Bartlett demanded, "It would be my pleasure" he replied sarcastically, bowing. Looking at her watch "Times up every body, see you on Wednesday night" she announced.

18 got up and pulled Bulma up "hey 18, what does she mean by Wednesday nights as well, on the letter it only says Monday mornings" Bulma asked confused. "You most probably have the old letter, the new letters say Monday mornings and Wednesday nights" 18 replied, she grabbed a yellow pamphlet from the pamphlet holder which was next to the door. "Here" 18 said, handing it to Bulma. She skimmed over it and then shoved it into her jean pocket.

Bulma walked out of the building with 18 her by her side. Vegeta had gone out before them and was waiting for 18 by her car. "Well I guess I will be seeing you 18" Bulma said, 18 looked at her and laughed. "Why are you laughing at me?" Bulma huffed "Cause kid you don't get rid of new friends that quickly" Bulma stood slightly confused "I don't understand" 18 smirk turned into a smile "do you go clubbing" "Sometimes, why?" "Good cause you're coming clubbing with me tonight".

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Next time

18 takes Bulma clubbing

Vegeta is a barman or is he a… (Find out)

And there is a new owner to the club

Thank you to VeryShortMidget for editing my chapter.