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Dark Hope Assassin: Haha, I was surprised I even got one comment and it was a great one! I'm glad you like my work. It makes me happy. Yeah, um about the summary, I totally wrote that at like 2 in the morning. It doesn't even make sense to me and I was the one who wrote it. I think I wrote it for myself more than anyone else anyway…so oh well, I decided to change some stuff too. I am obsessed with like directions…I don't know why I make the South part always like the worst part, I shouldn't do that, but it's always recognized as the worst part. God, I don't even know what to do with Vegeta, I don't know whether to make him like a complete asshole or just someone who's very determined to win. Ah, Veggie in a suit, very nice, very nice thought. I don't think crew of Nazi-story-removers could keep me from writing this story. Haha. (I try to keep them from removing it anyway) Don't worry girl, it will continue.

Bex-chan: I'm glad you agree! Thank you!

Doma the Angel of Silence: Wow! I rarely impress people! That review made me happy. Hopefully…I can still impress you.

Author's Note: Um, I love DHA now more than ever for my first and LONGGG review. I really do appreciate it! Alrighty, so I guess I should just continue with the second chapter. If you guys can connect with Bulma in ANY way possible, tell me, because if you can't I'm not doing my job correctly. Every girl has felt completely alone and I don't think age has anything to do with it. Also, although it is customary in Japan to quote last names before first names, I don't do that because I figure most of the people reading these stories don't really care all that much. Oh yes, and the $2.7 billion accounting fraud is Richard Scrushy, whom I hate because I live in Birmingham, Alabama and the asshole is totally guilty. Just another example of how the rich get off easy, I want you guys, who read this, to understand that for this story.

The Client

"…Wear your coats this week as another cold front moves in. It won't be long before snow falls again. We're going to have a sunshiny day everyone, so pull on some shades and enjoy the sun! In local news, business tycoon Ryousuke Hishima was found not guilty yesterday morning on all charges in the $2.7 billion accounting fraud. His attorney, civil suit lawyer from Ouji & Son, Goku Son, presented a riveting speech at the success of the tri—"

Bulma lazily fumbled for the alarm clock beside her bed and thankfully managed to press the large gray SNOOZE button at the top. She never could understand why she kept her alarm on the radio rather than the default beeping.Anyone would rather listen to a human voice than that wretched noise in the morning…The clock read 6:02am as her eyes peered above the pillow.Revert back to 8pm you piece of shit…She didn't want to go to work. Not this morning. Not after knowing there would be plenty of glass to sweep up and Advil to down. She could almost hear her boss' voice in her head if she decided to sleep in yet again. She didn't understand why she had to be there at 7am, why anyone had to be there, of all places. Why does anyone have to be anywhere? With a sigh she pushed herself up, only regretting it immensely as her head pounded her back down to the safety and health of the bed. She groaned in agony, but managed to get back up to face her day. "Today is going to suck." She decided as she slummed to her bathroom.

Making her way to the kitchen, she dodged a broken potted plant and snatched her CD player remote off the chair, and started it. She couldn't remember what she had been blasting last night during her drunken rampage, but she knew it had to be loud and depressing. The player plugged into life and started from where it was left,

Un-break my heart
Say you'll love me again
Un-do this hurt you caused--

She pressed stop. "Yep." She pressed her palm to her forehead, trying to ease her headache. "Oh yeah, I was drunk." She didn't even remember buying that. She pressed for the second CD, hoping for something that would better fit her mood for the morning. And as Sarah McLachlan streamed through her speakers she nodded and continued to the kitchen for her much needed ibuprofen. Massaging her temples and reaching for a glass she noticed out of the corner of her eye a blinking red light. Her answering machine begged for her attention from the small office like desk it was placed on to the side of the island. Who the hell would leave a message? No one she knew at least. Maybe someone died. She pushed that thought out of her head; she didn't have any friends or family. Nice way of cheering yourself up…let's reminisce. Thankfully she hadn't turned the music up annoyingly loud, otherwise she would have to walk into the direction that the remote could reach and turn it down just to hear one message. She pressed the lopsided triangle beside the flashing one and waited.

"1 new message, recorded at 5.32am, Friday, November 11th…

Hey, Bulma, it's me, Krillin, your boss. Um…I know, it's so early, but if you could make sure to come into work today, that would be great. There's something I have to talk with you about. Uh…we're in the shitter and I really don't know how to explain this on a machine. So just come to work.

End of final message."

Bulma gave a questioning glance at the black machine. What could possibly be going on? She decided to take something to relieve her hangover as quickly as possible and make herself ready for whatever was to come.

As Bulma strolled down the largest aisle of Timewise Publishing Company, dressed in a pleasant blouse and black skirt, she noticed the bald bobbing head of her boss over a few cubicles. "Bulma, thank God. I left another message on your machine, Jesus Christ we're in the shitter." He started his tirade of incoherent nonsense as he rounded the corner. She perked an eyebrow at him.

"What exactly is going on? Am I getting fired?" She asked, quickly hoping that her whole spill on fast food being an okay alternative wasn't about to come true. He simply walked past her, motioning with his hand for her to follow. Without dropping her purse off at her bland cubicle, she quickened her pace to keep up with him. It was a short while before they reached his office and even before the door had finished closing, Bulma lost her patience. "Are you going to tell me what in the fuck is going on or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Any other employee in any other establishment would've lost their job before even finishing the word "fuck" in front of their corporate superior. Thankfully, Bulma was a different case.

The short man rubbed his hand over his clearly glossy head. "You remember that, uh, that book with the demon women eating little children or something?" Bulma felt like vomiting as the thought of editing that piece of sordid trash. She blinked and tried to respond without causing too much of a fuss over it.

"Yeah…yeah I do."

"Well the guy who wrote it, Pilaf Kai--"

"Mai, actually."

"Whatever." Krillin fumbled with his hands. "He's um…He's suing you for everything." Bulma stared at him, stunned silent, until she found her voice.

"W-what!" A clear ring of a scream sounded in her ears, waiting to be released.

"He claims that you like changed something in his book--" He reached across the front of his desk and grabbed the top manila envelope. Bulma snatched it from him, not aggressively, but in a confused rush, eager to understand the contents of what was happening. "It's all there, I found it on my desk this morning." He continued as she scanned over pages of small fonts, not being able to interpret any of the largest words for herself.

"They write this for fucking law students! What in the hell is suing me for? I didn't do anything!" Her voice hovered on tears, the lump in her throat growing ever rapidly. She flipped through page upon page until she found one that looked reasonable enough to read word-for-word. She mumbled the first couple of sentences. " '…Hereby proclaim that Bulma Briefs is to appear in front of a state judge on Monday, November 21st 2005, on charges of altering literacy documents of the prosecution, Pilaf--' I DIDN'T ALTER ANYTHING!" Her throat began to swell and her eyes blinked red. She sniffed before throwing the papers across the room. "Krillin…what am I going to do? I know well enough that cases like this don't have a jury. I don't have enough money for a lawyer – You'll testify for me won't you? You know I didn't change anything in his fucking book besides his own goddamn grammatical mistakes!"

"You know for a fact I would get up there on the stand and I would tell the truth, Bulma, but I don't even know if they let you have people testify. But I will help you find a lawyer, I promise you that, I have a lot of friends who know them, I'm sure we can find one."

"One who'd do it for like nothing? I doubt it!" Bulma clasped a hand to her mouth. "This isn't happening…I'm asleep. I'm still asleep…" Krillin couldn't think of anything to say, couldn't think of anything to do to make this situation go away. For the first time in his life, he felt such unalloyed sympathy for this woman that stood shaking in front of him. He had given her a job because he was desperate. Everyone had quit on him; everyone had left the company for psychological reasons, but she never left. Even after having to see a psychiatrist for the severe depression she faced after editing only some of these books, she never quit on him. He admired her for that. If anyone else could see what he saw, if everyone could see the woman who pulled herself up from the streets, got herself the best education she could get, and worked her ass off to try and make something of herself…then she probably wouldn't be in this situation. Bulma had nearly fallen to the floor, before the shorter man caught her, stumbling backwards a bit before regaining his step.

"Bulma…" He gained his balance and helped her into a chair. "Whatever I can do to help you, I am going to try my best. Today, I think it's best if you took the day off. Maybe you can call a friend--"

"You're the only friend I have." That statement gave him both bliss and grief. How can a beautiful girl like this not have any friends? He was her senior by 5 years, but even with that, he felt as if he was a father to her. Nothing romantic in the sense, at least…

"Well in that case, tonight, we'll go to Mali's on 3rd and we'll figure out this mess." Bulma grabbed her head and mouth again as another wave of head pain and nausea rolled over her.

"Great, another reason for me to drink myself to death."

The cheers roared throughout the spacious lobby of their North central office. Goku Son had made his entrance in smiling victory. The lobby was filled with many ivory-tower law graduates hoping to learn something from the infamous Ouji-Son duo. A match made in court heaven. Grinning with his briefcase by his side, he waltzed through the small crowd, hearing many compliments from many people. God it feels great to win! Even if he hadn't believed his client, whom he definitely hadn't, he remained loyal and completed his job. Of course it didn't come without a little guilt trip, but didn't everything? He handled civil cases…and in that the majority of the defendants were guilty. His partner in law, Vegeta Ouji, was his complete opposite. He handled the criminal cases and proceedings, where every defendant claimed their innocence. Vegeta would defend them on how well he believes them, given certain evidence and such. Goku thought that the idea of not defending a client you have dedicated yourself to, because you didn't believe him or her was preposterous. That's not justice, it's simplemindedness, and it's greed. Though when the Ouji-lord of law found it in his heart to believe you, you won. Which is why a defense like his was so much. Goku's thoughts were broken by the ding of the elevator reaching the lobby. He entered with others, forcing his way to the back to stand beside a beautiful woman with shoulder-length black hair and sharp coal eyes.

"I guess I should congratulate you on your win." She said and turned to face him. "But it was an easy case."

"How would you know, DC?" She flinched and fumed.

"I told you to never call me that, ever." And before clenching her fist, Goku raised his hands in sweet suggestion of his honest apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Didn't know it offended you so badly!" He placed a loopy smile on his face and tried to calm her down. The elevator stopped and a couple of members of the elevator-going-up club resigned. She tucked a piece of straight jet-black hair behind her ear.

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yeah, Divorce Court!" Her face faulted.

"…You mean…you've been calling me Divorce Court…all this time?" His facial expression was almost childlike in a way, as his eyes darted around in confusion.

"You're a Divorce Court lawyer, der. I didn't think I'd have to explain that to you." The woman slapped a hand to her mouth and stifled her laugh. It was rude to laugh at the stupidity of others, but he was really pushing the limit. He really doesn't know he's been calling me "Dumb Cunt" this entire time?

"Alright then, alright." Trying to not push the envelope further, otherwise she'd have a flat out laughing fit, possibly with side holding and shortness of breath. Neither was good for her health.

Agreeing to go home and sleep off the depression cloud that had roared into thunder and lightning, with a chance of high winds, Bulma finally reached home. Her tears were wasted along with $20 on the cab back to her apartment. Now dripping wet from the rain, Goddamn fucker said it was going to be sun all day, she made her way to her bathroom to rid herself of her clinging outfit and planned to take a long bath…and maybe to drown in it.

She didn't know how old she was when she finally realized that her life was shit. Maybe she had realized it more than once and had simply forgotten for a brief nanosecond of her life. Like when she first got accepted into community college or when she first started dating Yamcha. She wanted to kick herself for her own idiocy. How could anyone--ANYONE--actually see her for anything else than South Central shit? No, she was lower than shit to everyone, she was the daughter of a prostitute and an unknown source. She was unloved, hated, and pitied by just about everyone that came into contact with her. She didn't want people to pity her; she wanted people to give her a chance, either out of desperation or actual acknowledgement. But she knew that was too much to hope for.

Her mother had never loved her that she knew. Her mother had married that…bastard and he had… Bulma pushed the thoughts from her mind. She didn't need to dwell on the past, especially that far back. She doesn't know her father. Her mother had given Bulma the last name Briefs because she believed that was what his last name was. She was never sober enough to know the difference. Bulma had never really asked about her father, she knew she had to look more like him than her mother, she knew that he must be one hell of a bastard to leave her, and she knew that his body is somewhere…either 6-feet-under or just up walking around. She had never asked her mother because…Bulma was an accident. A mistake.At least that's what mom always told me. Maybe I would've been better off if she had aborted me…Shit! She burned herself on the water that rushed through her rusty faucet in the bathtub. Sucking strongly on her right ring finger, subsiding the pain that comes before the numbness, she tried to regulate the temperate.

Once in the bath, she began to contemplate random things…suicide, homicide, possibly even serial homicide. She looked at her wrists. She couldn't cut them; even thinking about cutting them made her sick…She didn't want to die by electrocution or by a gun. She didn't want to jump off a building or hang herself. All of that could only lead to at least 5-10 seconds of sheer unadulterated agonizing pain, which isn't worth it. A bottle of pills is too risky…someone could find her and take her to a hospital, and then she'd be up shit creek without a paddle.It'd be just my luck that the time I take a bottle of pills is the time Tai intrudes for the rent check. Tai always managed to find a way to barge into her apartment and ask for the rent check, mainly because it was always late, but that's still no excuse to barge in on someone. She sighed knowing full well she didn't have the courage to actually go through with a suicide…or even a homicide for that matter. Blood made her sick, she'd probably faint.

She pulled her hands up to cover her face. The steam rising off them provided a small sense of security while the threat of someone barging in on her naked body scared the shit out of her now. "Why is this happening to me? WHY? Haven't I gone through enough…haven't I worked hard enough? Is this a test or something?" She shouted at the ceiling not knowing if she were talking to God or Mrs. Satsuma, the deaf old woman who lives in the apartment above hers. Didn't really matter, she wouldn't get a response from either.

Author's Note: As long as it took for this chapter to come out…I'm glad it did. I gave you a little Goku/Chi-Chi jazz to spice up your life. DC stands for many things; personally, I've always found it to say "Dumb Cunt." So now you know a new insult and no one will know what you're saying! It's great. There's a lot of cursing…in this story. I'm a sailor when it comes to cursing and I figured Bulma would be a sailor. So…I got 3 reviews for the first chapter. I don't think this story is half-bad…but I guess it's people's tastes or something. I don't know. Kind of a depressing Bulma, I know. Oh well.

I'm really starting to hate this fucking Edit/Preview thing on here whenever I upload documents. Because I use Word and it only like fucks it all up, takes out everything that was italicized, makes my spaces ridiculously small...I'd really like to NOT have to do this everytime I upload a chapter, but if I don't and just post it, it looks like shit. So I have to go back and re-do everything! It's so irritating!

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