Well, heres the next chapter. I hope you enjoy. I've been busy so I haven't been able to
update. Tell me what you think and If you have any ideas from this point of the story.
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Insanity Of Obsession.
'What was so real?'
Bulma looked over to see her mother standing there with laundry in hand.
'The dream I had.'
'Oh?' her mother said, sat the laundry down and went to sit beside her daughter.
'Well this had Vegeta in it.'
Bulma's mother looked down in defeat, thinking Bulma will never get over this man.
Bulma continued rambling on about the dream.
Each time she said something the look in her mother's eyes grew fearful.
As if each word being said tore into her heart.
Bulma finished.
'Well?' Bulma asked as if urging her mother to comment.
'I think you need help sweetie.'
'I think you are growing delirious.'
Bulma looked down onto her lap.
'Mother I think Vegeta was really contacting me in the dream.'
The elder woman stood up swiftly,
picked up her laundry basket and was about to leave the room.
She stopped.
'Bulma you ask me for my opinion, and I gave it to you.' she continued.
'Tomorrow we are going to see the doctor. Get the baby checked out and you.'
She left the room.
Bulma sat there in silence for a while.
Nothing was coming to her mind.
Not even Vegeta who always tormented her thoughts.
'If my mother doesn't believe me, who will?'
'My mother who has always been there'
'Listened to my every word and believed.'
Tears over whelming her eyes.
The salty raindrops sliding down her cheek and off her chin.
'Damn you Vegeta!'
Bulma stood up in a fury and through an object into the glass patio door.
Shattering into pieces.
She sank to the floor.
'I love you, why?' she sobbed.
Her body shaking all over
'Why must I feel for you?!'
'Why are you not here?!'
'God damn you Vegeta for I love you.'
She picked herself up and drug her heavy body up the stairs and into the bathroom.
She lent on the counter looking into the mirror.
Her face a dreadfully pasty white her eyes bloodshot and her hair tangled.
'It's all your fault.' she looked into the mirror.
'Not its not, its all your fault.' her reflection smirked back.
'Look at you, your pathetic.'
'You mothers right, he's not coming back for you.'
'No, its not true, he loves me.'
'Keep telling yourself this Bulma, maybe it will come true.'
Bulma looked into the mirror, a hopeful look in her eyes.
'Really?' her voice cracked
Her reflection bursted into laughing.
'You fool, did you think I was serious!'
Bulma looked down into the sink.
'Bulma, now you listen to me. I know what's best for you.'
The mirror image speaking to her in a taunting hypnotizing voice.
'No, you know nothing.' Bulma screamed back
'Bulma,' her mother called from down the stairs. 'Sweetheart, what's wrong.' Footsteps coming.
'She going to put you away you realize.'
'My mother would never do that.'
'Yes she is, your defective, you're a weak link.'
'No, no'
'Yes, yes you are.'
'Nobody loves you.' the voice echoed repeating over and over again.
'Shut Up!' Bulma picked up the soap dish and threw it at her image, destroying the face.
She fell to the floor unconscious.
'Bulma!' her mother opened the door.
'Bulma!' desperation in her voice.
'Somebody help, Call 9-1-1!'
Tears streaming down her face.
'Don't worry baby, Mommy's here. Mommy's here.'
Her words comforting herself.
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If there is anything confuzzleing tell me and I will sort out.
update. Tell me what you think and If you have any ideas from this point of the story.
I want reveiws so I can count how many people are reading it.
Insanity Of Obsession.
'What was so real?'
Bulma looked over to see her mother standing there with laundry in hand.
'The dream I had.'
'Oh?' her mother said, sat the laundry down and went to sit beside her daughter.
'Well this had Vegeta in it.'
Bulma's mother looked down in defeat, thinking Bulma will never get over this man.
Bulma continued rambling on about the dream.
Each time she said something the look in her mother's eyes grew fearful.
As if each word being said tore into her heart.
Bulma finished.
'Well?' Bulma asked as if urging her mother to comment.
'I think you need help sweetie.'
'I think you are growing delirious.'
Bulma looked down onto her lap.
'Mother I think Vegeta was really contacting me in the dream.'
The elder woman stood up swiftly,
picked up her laundry basket and was about to leave the room.
She stopped.
'Bulma you ask me for my opinion, and I gave it to you.' she continued.
'Tomorrow we are going to see the doctor. Get the baby checked out and you.'
She left the room.
Bulma sat there in silence for a while.
Nothing was coming to her mind.
Not even Vegeta who always tormented her thoughts.
'If my mother doesn't believe me, who will?'
'My mother who has always been there'
'Listened to my every word and believed.'
Tears over whelming her eyes.
The salty raindrops sliding down her cheek and off her chin.
'Damn you Vegeta!'
Bulma stood up in a fury and through an object into the glass patio door.
Shattering into pieces.
She sank to the floor.
'I love you, why?' she sobbed.
Her body shaking all over
'Why must I feel for you?!'
'Why are you not here?!'
'God damn you Vegeta for I love you.'
She picked herself up and drug her heavy body up the stairs and into the bathroom.
She lent on the counter looking into the mirror.
Her face a dreadfully pasty white her eyes bloodshot and her hair tangled.
'It's all your fault.' she looked into the mirror.
'Not its not, its all your fault.' her reflection smirked back.
'Look at you, your pathetic.'
'You mothers right, he's not coming back for you.'
'No, its not true, he loves me.'
'Keep telling yourself this Bulma, maybe it will come true.'
Bulma looked into the mirror, a hopeful look in her eyes.
'Really?' her voice cracked
Her reflection bursted into laughing.
'You fool, did you think I was serious!'
Bulma looked down into the sink.
'Bulma, now you listen to me. I know what's best for you.'
The mirror image speaking to her in a taunting hypnotizing voice.
'No, you know nothing.' Bulma screamed back
'Bulma,' her mother called from down the stairs. 'Sweetheart, what's wrong.' Footsteps coming.
'She going to put you away you realize.'
'My mother would never do that.'
'Yes she is, your defective, you're a weak link.'
'No, no'
'Yes, yes you are.'
'Nobody loves you.' the voice echoed repeating over and over again.
'Shut Up!' Bulma picked up the soap dish and threw it at her image, destroying the face.
She fell to the floor unconscious.
'Bulma!' her mother opened the door.
'Bulma!' desperation in her voice.
'Somebody help, Call 9-1-1!'
Tears streaming down her face.
'Don't worry baby, Mommy's here. Mommy's here.'
Her words comforting herself.
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If there is anything confuzzleing tell me and I will sort out.
