New Flames
P.S: This is my first story so plz don't be mean! And italics mean thoughts.
Chapter.1: Reopened wounds
"Bra, time to wake up sleepy head!" Yelled the woman on the stairs!
"Oh Common, two more minutes! Pleeeease!" Cried the girl under the covers. She peeked out the covers to see the time! 1 2 3 4 "No wayyyy" Took her long enough! Thought Bulma! She didn't mind though! She loved her daughter more than she loved herself. Her daughter was a ray of sunshine in her life. Bra kept her going. When the days started getting dark for her she, could count on Bra to make them better.
She tied her long blue tresses in a bun and started her daily chores still in her nightgown. She opened the curtains and flinched a little when the yellowish-red sun hit her face. She looked out the window as a smile touched her lips.
The life I choose! She thought. She loved this town. It made her feel at home and absolutely complete. The people were friendly and they were there when you needed them. Her life could easily be described Perfect if not one thing was missing: Vegeta. A tear slid under her close lashes and traveled down her smooth cheek. Damn. She thought as her eyes snapped open. Damn, she didn't him! She had made it without him so far and she could still make it.
"Mom, Heloooo!" Bra wined as her mom spaced out in front of the window.
"Huh, Oh I'm sorry! I spaced out for a minute there! So are you ready to eat?" Asked Bulma. She moved away from the window to the small kitchen to make breakfast. She could tell something was bothering Bra. She knew not to ask, because bra would tell her when the time was right, besides Bra was very smart for a 14 year old teenager, not to mention she was a mirror image of herself.
"So, whats up?" She asked casually.
"Oh, besides you trying to but in my life, nothing else you have to call Michael Jackson over!" Replied Bra suddenly finding interest in her cereals.
"Oh, yeah! By the way I am Santa Claus! Oh no! I am sorry! I am MARY Claus because I am a woman and I am different from a man! Did they teach you that in school! AND Santa Claus doesn't have a daughter…" Bulma rumbled on, her voice full of sarcasm.
"Mom, stop it!" Said Bra highly annoyed with her mom's behavior. As Bulma was about to reply the phone rang.
"What? It seems the phone is in your side today! How could it betray me like that! AND with my daughter! I mean, what of our relationship?" Said Bulma sarcastlly as she neared the phone.
"Right!" Replied Bra loving the phone for today. That was close She thought.
(Bulma's conversation on the phone)
"Hello! Who the hell is this!" Snapped Bulma rudely angry that the person in the other end of the line interrupted her conversation with her daughter.
"Rude as always! I see!" Snapped the voice back, his voice full of annoyance. Every cell in her body was consumed with shock. She felt her hands start to tremble and could feel the phone slipping out of her hand. No, not now! She wasn't ready for this. No, no, no!
"What? You thought you could disappear from my sight? Didn't you? Well, we still have some unfinished business to deal with. Since you aren't going to talk goodbye for now!" He had hung up. No way! Why? Why did this have to happen now of all times? Did she really deserve this? Had she really been that bad?
She leaned her back against the wall and closed her eyes. Memories she had erased 10 years ago started rushing through her mind.
Flashback
A small 4-year girl was wrapped in a baby blue blanket and was being held possessively in her mother's arms. The dark shadows surrounded them, it protected them. The blue haired woman's feet pounded in the ground beneath her. Her long hair flew all around her pale ghostly face and blue eyes filled with unshed tears looked blankly at the street in front of her. Her heart ached with pain. The trees overhead rustled vigorously. She looked up and then is when she heard the footsteps. She turned.
End Flashback
Bulma snapped back to reality when she heard her daughter shout her name. Frustrated at herself she stood up and went to get dressed. Time didn't wait for her. She had a job to go to and lots of pictures to take so she could make her boss proud. Right! She thought sarcastlly. She could care less of what her boss thought as long as she got paid.
"Mom, I am leaving!" she heard Bra yell from the kitchen door. She glanced at her daughter and noticed that Bra was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with a flame in the middle. Vegeta. She thought sadly.
"Bye honey!" She said her voice filled with fake cheeriness. She watched her daughter leave and cried silently not really knowing why.
Chapter2
Mom I don't care what you think but this is the best lunch I've had in days