I thought that since I barely updated all this week, I would post two today. I would have posted some yesterday ... but it was my Birthday, you can understand that right? And then Easter means cleaning and Family... So I might not be able to update as often as I like. Not only that but my oldest sister is obssessed with the computer. So, we always have to fight over who gets it.

Last time: The invitations to the wake were sent out.


Chapter 11 – The Wake

For the first time, since finding Molly, Bailey didn't think about her for an entire 24 hours. She was too busy with the wake to think about anything. Bulma had her running around, cleaning and shopping for groceries. And by the time she went to bed, she was so tired, she didn't even dream, which was like a gift for Bailey.

She had been having horrible nightmares. It would start with her grandfather's funeral, and end with everyone around her dying, while they blamed her. Bailey didn't need a psychiatrist to tell her what the dreams meant.

She blamed herself for what was happening. She couldn't help it. She knew how the timeline here was supposed to go, and she knew this wasn't part of it. Bailey hated the nightmares, because they caused the guilt to resurface and in the morning, she wouldn't be able to look at anyone.

Bailey had, of course, told Goku about this. He had agreed that it was weird, but he didn't think they should blame themselves. Indeed, he wasn't convinced that Molly's body had been attacked by the same thing that was in the mist. The body, unlike the mist victims, had been found with no mist involved, no scratches involved, and seemed to have been hung with no struggle. It was as if Molly hadn't even been attacked. Bailey knew this made Goku uneasy.

For there were two possible explanations for that, neither of which was good. The first, was that there might be a completely different killer on the loose, one that could go between the dimensions. The second was that, it was suicide. That Molly had hung herself, and had some how been transported to the CC, meaning that there dimensions were starting to collapse on each other. The later was the least likely. In fact, Bailey knew for sure that Molly would never commit suicide. It just wasn't Molly's way.

These thoughts had haunted her for the last days, like an ominous cloud that hung over her head. The work, therefore, brought Bailey some joy, or at least relief, in the fact that she didn't have to think of them. All she had to do was get ready for the wake and she did.

The day of the wake, started with a light rain, which, according to the weather man, would last all day. Goku looked out at the rain and sighed. This definitely was going to be hard on Bailey, but rainy days made everything sadder. He stood over the stove, cooking breakfast, as Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks sat around the table. They were all thinking the same thing. The weather was bound to make Bailey's mood even worse.

They were therefore shocked to see her come bounding into the room, a big, genuine smile on her face. She went over to the stove, to help Goku as she always did. "Isn't this perfect?" Bailey asked as she turned to them.

"Have you finally lost it brat?" Vegeta asked. "Or did you perhaps not notice the rain or remember your friend's death?" Goku looked angrily over at Vegeta. He was worried about Bailey's more then happy attitude, but that didn't mean they had to be harsh.

Bailey however rolled her eyes. "Of course I remember, and yes I know what the weather is. That's why I'm so happy. You see," she started to explain, "Molly always loved the rain. She always said it made her feel at home and that when she died, she wanted it to rain. I know, I always thought it was crazy myself, but that was Molly for you. So when I woke up this morning and it was raining, it was almost like she was talking to me … telling me it would be alright … you know?" Bailey put the food on the table, and started to eat, all manner's forgotten. For, after spending the last few months in a house with all saiyins, you either eat fast, or you don't eat at all.

The guests started to arrive around eleven. It was awkward at first, because they were all waiting for her to tell them what to do. Bailey had only been to one wake in her life, and there hadn't been any structured plan. So she told them to just do what they usually do at parties. Then it finally started to pick up. People were dancing and eating. Only minor references to the 'shower scene' were made.

Half way through, Bailey convinced Bulma to put on Goku's favorite song. She wasn't actually sure if it was his favorite, but he did sing it often and very well. That was the plan. After begging Goku, she finally got him to sing, it was fun. His ancestors were all shocked that such talent actually ran in there family, but after having some of them sing (Goten, Goku Sr. and Chichi, Gohan absolutely refused) they had to agree, he must have got it from his mother's side.

After the karaoke, Bailey started to tell stories, ones that involved Molly. One of the ones was about the time that Bailey and one of her close friends had been playing with a candle. Bailey had been holding it, when hot wax started to pour onto her hands. Yelling at her friend to get something to put the candle in, her friend had grabbed the closest thing to her and Bailey had thrown the candle into it. Unfortunately, it had ended up being a wicker basket, and had immediately burst into flames. Her friend, being taken a back, had dropped the flaming basket onto the rug. The rug had then started to burn. It was at this time that Molly, who had come over to visit, had run in with a Sprite. She poured the thing of Sprite onto the fire, putting it out. Molly then turned to them, yelling at them about how there was now a stain on the nice white carpet. Everyone was rolling in laughter.

The wake was going fine, until they heard the TV. Bailey had never questioned why the TV was always on, it just was. It had started to become normal. Today however, Bailey wanted to blast it into the next dimension. On the TV it talked about how the mist had come back. They were advising people to stay home. Bailey looked Goku, he looked sick. She knew it had been bad, what ever he had seen when he went, because he never talked about it with her and they always talked together about everything.

Bailey turned her attention back to the TV. It was saying where it was, and her heart nearly stopped. It was close, real close. It was like it was slowly coming towards them. "Let's go," Bailey said as she grabbed her jacket, which was on a chair near the door. Goku looked like he was about to argue, but then shook his head and grabbed his own jacket. Bailey went to the door and said while opening, "We'll be right …." Bailey screamed as she looked at the three bodies on the steps.

She recognized them immediately. They were her siblings. This time shock came immediately and she wasn't sure what to do. She shook her head, not believing it. They couldn't be dead. They couldn't. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no,' she started to chant lightly. Everyone rushed over to see what was happening.

They seemed shocked by the bodies. Nothing like this had ever happened to them, I mean yes they had been through wars, but outright murder, never. The closest they got was when people had been killed, but usually by huge ki blasts that completely fried them, leaving no trace of their bodies. Bulma and Chichi covered Trunk's and Goten's eyes, as they averted their own eyes. Videl buried her head into Gohan's shoulder and his arm wrapped protectively around her. Goku Jr. went to gently pull Bailey back inside. However, his touch broke the shock. Bailey slapped his hand away and sank down on the floor, screaming her denial.

Then something caught her attention. She froze, stopped crying immediatelyand moved toward the bodies. Goku went to stop her, but she saw it again and pushed Goku out of her way. She ran to her little brother, checking her pulse. "He's still alive!" she yelled at the group in large, "Help him! He's still alive!"


So, what did you think? I know it's a bit short, but I really wanted to get something put up. And even though I might be taking a bit longer to update, I now know the entire plot line (before I had a vague idea). That's thanks to boring classes and the help of friends. SO ... if I don't update, don't worry. I like this story too much to give up on it.

Next Time: The Brother wakes up

PS. I was wondering if anyone would be interested if I posted the original charcter notes on Bailey? I must say, some of them are quite humurous ... and a little unbelievable when you look at who she is today.