New Flames
Chapter .3: Restored memories
She drove like crazy, desperate to reach her destination and once she did, she blessed the moment. She pounded the door like a mad woman and once she heard light footsteps nearing, she wiled herself to come own before she gave her mother another reason to give her a speech. She placed a smile in her face and politely greeted her mother opened the door.
"Bulma," Her mother acknowledged her with a nod of her head. "How are you?" She asked.
"I have been better mom," She answered. "Is Vegeta here?" She asked in a rush.
"I am fine too, thank-you for asking." Was her mother's reply. Reason number one that explained her dislike for the woman.
She went pass her to the dining room where she was sure her father would be, but the sight that greeted her surprised her to no end.
"Well, don't just stand there! Say hello to your father." Said her mother behind her.
"Hello father, how are you?" She asked in a motivated tone to annoy her mother. She watched as she went to get drinks, but her attention was attracted to the man who set beside her guilty looking daughter. Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a moment before Bulma was yanked by her mother to the kitchen.
"What?" She asked.
"I saw that!" Her mother remarked.
"Cool, so…WHAT exactly is THAT?" She replied.
"Don't play dumb with your mother, Bulma Briefs!" She said.
" What has got you in a super crazy mood?" she asked. Her mother gave her a dirty look, and then she set down and looked at her with worry in her eyes.
"Well, me and your father were supposed to go to the farm next Sunday but unfourtnly we were rudely turned down considering the owner was caught in a tough situation. Now we have to move our trip in fall, but we can not go to the farm in fall because we are going to Paris in fall! It's truly confusing. What are we supposed to do?" She asked after her speech was finished. Bulma stared at her mother as if she had grown two heads.
"Tip to you mother: Paris is alive in fall and summer!" She answered after awhile. Her mother made another rude noise and returned to the dining room where Vegeta was having a conversation with Dr.Briefs.
"Diner is ready!" Announced the maid as she came in the dining room.
"Thank-you Marine!" Replied her mother. "I think we are ready for diner. Is that alright with you Vegeta?"
"Why are you asking?" He questioned in annoyance. He turned his head in amusement to see Bulma giggling like mad.
"What's so funny woman?"
"You!"
And with that diner was served and greatly enjoyed by the family except Bulma. She still could not forget the voice in the phone and especially his words. She recognized him, but how? He was supposed to be behind bars right now, so how could he call her? She was scared. She stared into space as her thoughts went back to 10 years ahead. Her career had been what she loved to do, but it was as dangerous as ever considering it involved chasing bad guys around. Correction: Guys with issues such as the Dead. He had been in a hospital for people with late development. He had once been a cop obsessed with blue haired nurses…just like his aunt who had abused him at a very young age…He said he was ok…he said he had forgotten…he had gained her trust…and it had coasted her….her own life.
"Huh?" She looked up to see Vegeta staring at her with curiosity in his eyes. She broke their staring contest and stood up to head to the garden. What surprised her was the voice, which had followed her outside.
"He is back…"
"I know…why wasn't I informed?"
"It was too dangerous," He replied. "We didn't think he would follow you, we were informed only a week ago and Yamcha was sent to inform you."
"Oh." Is all that passed through her lips as she remembered Yamcha's words. "Why are you here then?" She asked as she turned to face him.
He stepped closer until his breath tickled her lips.
"To restore my job…" Was his answer as he claimed her lips in a sweet kiss.
I know this is short and I apologize but lately I have been so busy. I am also sorry for any grammar mistakes and that's because I have no beta reader so sorry.
