Green Card

As Bejita made his way back to the tavern, a light drizzle fell from the grey sky. A loud splash, followed by yelp came from round back, where the pool was. He pushed open the unlocked doors to glimpse Blu and her current fling dash up the stairs, laughing insanely. The slam of a door accompanied him as he sat down on one of the tall wooden barstools to watch Kaylin stack away the new vodka.

"Why are you so happy? Blu getting laid not you, so whip the grin off your face."

"What can I say? They were both wearing white tees, man. I got the perfect view of them in the pool and after they both got out." Kaylin remarked crudely.

"That the gods I missed that." Bejita sighed," Hey, how do you say vodka in Polish?"

Kaylin frowned for a moment. A couple years ago she had been stationed over in Poland, so she had a good grasp on how to speak it. "Well, if you ask for vodka, ya get whisky and that about as much as I know." She walked back into the back room. "When is the Cristo coming back for his stuff? I wanna sell it if he doesn't come back in a week."

Bejita paused, then stood up and stormed away muttering sayian profanities under his breath. He trudged up stair and took to the second room on the left. The set up of the house was a blocky old thing with three stories. This summer Kaylin and he had re painted the building, but from the massive amount of moisture, the paint was all ready peeling. It three floors: basement, a sort of club that wasn't used due to lack of staff, the first floor with the main bars and fire place, and the second floor, a hotel-ish place. The whole house was modeled after the middle ages and was done in dark purples and reds. His own room had the feel of a out side throne room, with a bright cloudless night backdrop. The room to his right was like a dungeon, and it's pervious owner was the man, Chris. To his right was Kaylin's room, which was more an island paradise with sand and a hammock. The next room was Blu's room, which groans and moans were being issued from the door. The room across from Bejita was small and was set up as a servants quarter. Next to that was large room that had two bath and a shower stall. A sink and toilet was in there too. Next to that was two more moderate sized rooms, that are rented out people, as well as the little room. At the very top of the stairs was a small linen closet.

Despite being a room away, Blu and her girlfriends voices were clearly heard, another problem with the place. You could hear everything. The pipes creaking, a person snoring, a bath, the drips of water, people having sex…

"Oh SHUT UP!!" Bejita yelled out, and shoved his head under his pillow. 'Fuck, a lash back.'

Flash Back Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

"Uhhh…Ahhh… oh baby," Bluma voice cracked at the end and the grunts of some one beside called Bejita to the door. His hand hovered agitated over the knob, almost daring him self to turn it. He had cut his spar with Kaks, as he called him mentally, only to prove to her that he could be caring. Bejita moved his had away and walked with his back hunched over down to his own room. About an hour and a half, and five more bouts, the two left the room. Right before they walked by, Bejita open his door.

"Hello Bluma, who is this I don't believe we've meet?" His voice came out in measured, court tones.

"Umm, well, Bejita this is Jane. Jane, Bejita." Her voice was nervous, panicked about how long Bejita had been home. Clearly long enough to know that she wasn't being faithful to him. Instead of snapping at the, Bejita merely said the traditional greetings, and partings of Earth, and walked in the opposite direction.

End Flash Back

Ohh, Ahhh, it's so shiny.

Bejita started to sniffle a little, and forced his head back under the pillow. After that day, he never touched Bulma not even is a light brush. He had cut off the mother of his child, waiting another year to see Goten off to collage.

'Goten, gods that kid. He thought, or at least acted as if he was my own son, even after his own dad come back. Damned brattling thought I was his mom at one point and kept saying that when his dad came back we could be one happy sayain family. Feh, as if Kaks would live with me. But he really did think that I was his mom. That one time, I regret teaching him how to fly and navigate by the stars. Instead of going down the hall the hall to his brother or his mom, he flew across the country to hop in my bed and sped the night. Goten did that until I noticed he was bigger than I was. He and trunks would tag team me and sandwich me in the middle.' He pulled his head out from underneath the pillow as he was started to suffocate. Rolling onto his back he said out loud, "wonder if they'll stop by on Christmas Break?"

(A/N. This was written around the time of Christmas. I just couldn't update till now)

In a month it was Christmas, and the boys got about two weeks out before hand.

"I better get out shopping soon."

Down the hall round two had started up and Bejita was get cramped up. Lying down before starching was a problem for him and Kaylin. They both had fought, all though Kaylin admits that Bejita has it a lot worse than her. Blu called Kaylin an idiot because she chose to do it to her self, while it was forced on Bejita. On some rainy days Bejita can't even move, and Kaylin's with a crutch. Slowly standing up he stretched out. After getting full motion back, he walked down stairs to ask Kaylin to take him shopping. As he rose off the barstool, he almost immediately fell over. Kaylin on the other side of the bar had no hope of catching him. But some one did.

I don't know if I want to put this here or not. I've found that I can put some many sub plots in this thing that it going to be a few more chapters that the title will come in play. What really got me writing this is that I had an aunt that was from Poland and she got deported about two months ago. The story isn't fully written, and I have a feeling it will take on a life of it own. No, I don't write everyday, so it going to be ages before it done, but I've rushed a story before, and it was awful. So you don't have to review, I'm just writing for the hell of it and it will be continued even if no one comments on it. It's just a meager contribution to the memory of an aunt I'll never see again.