One Stormy Day
Chapter Five
Detectives Here and Everywhere
Disclaimer: Well, you all know how this goes. I don't own DBZ. I only own this story and Daniel. ^_^
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"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight we have an update on the rash of murders that have been plaguing West City citizens. The murderer, known to police as Radisson for the hotel where his first victim was staying, was thwarted in his latest attempt to attack a young woman when she reached the safety of her hotel. Once there the doorman immediately called the police."
"Unfortunately the attacker managed to escape before the police could arrive on the scene. This is the first woman to escape completely unscathed and with her life and she is now the only witness that can identify and put this killer away."
"The young lady, who's name West city police officials are keeping safely guarded, has refused to speak with journalists and is being carefully safeguarded by West City officers."
"That's it for our broadcast tonight. This is Cindy McGrath, signing off."
The form of the pretty young woman faded from the screen as a commercial for a hair care product came on. The commercial held Vegeta's attention as much as the news program had but he couldn't turn it off, since the woman's mother refused to cook dinner unless she could watch the vacuous blond woman reporting the news.
He had spent the day training, the first time that he had since the woman had disappeared. Unfortunately he had been unable to keep his mind on his exercising and away from the idiot woman's disappearance.
"Isn't it horrible? All those poor women being attacked and left to die by that horrible man. And he's only attacking women visiting the city and staying in our hotels. Oh my!"
Dr. Briefs looked up as his wife called out and Vegeta's dinner crashed to the ground.
"Oh! I hope Bulma's not in any danger from this guy. You don't think she might have run into him and that's why she's gone?"
The older blond woman began her hysterics and her husband hurried to comfort her. Vegeta was too busy at first staring at his dinner lying on the floor. But once her shrieks began to pierce his ears it was too much for him to stand.
"Stop that shrill noise making! Your idiot daughter is alive and she hasn't met up with this pathetic woman killer. She was alive yesterday when she left her hotel room so stop this yelling."
With that he stormed out of the room and back to his gravity chamber, tired of the constant reminder of the woman's absence. For yet another day he had to put up with the presence of the other fighters in the Capsule Compound. None of the fighters had come up with any way to find her and their inactivity was testing his control.
Tomorrow he would fly around the city and search for her again. The useless searching was better than having to put up with the weaklings and Kakarot. He stopped outside his chamber and the door slid open. His eyes were drawn to the balcony for the woman's room. The windows stood dark and vacant looking, with no light shining out and no blue haired bitch sitting inside.
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"Are you sure it's ok? I feel like I'm taking advantage of you too much as it is...."
"Forget about it Jane. I just want to help you. And you can't keep wearing the same outfit everyday. Besides, when you remember who you are you can repay me with a nicely detailed explanation of your life."
"That's not really all that you want is it? I'll have to pay you back...if I can."
"Hey, I don't do these kinds of things to have people in debt to me. So just relax. I think that once you do you'll find it easier to get your memory back. Really."
'Jane' was still giving him doubtful looks every few seconds even as she rifled through the racks in the women's section of the department store. The clothing here was atrocious but there wasn't much she could say about it. After all, it wasn't her money she was spending and she felt horrible about it as it was. But still, she couldn't shake the feeling that had she been in her right mind, she never would have been caught dead even passing by these clothes, much less considering to wear them.
When she had woken up that morning, the first as Daniel's guest, she had stumbled out of the guest room and into the kitchen to find that it was already late morning and that her host had been keeping her breakfast warm for her for some hours. It had really been delicious, slightly cold though it was, and the fact that he had smilingly admitted that he had made it especially for her made her feel even worse for oversleeping and keeping him waiting. But Daniel hadn't said a word about it, just having taken it for granted that she had been through another rough night.
After breakfast he had brought up the subject of her clothing, which she had been wearing and sleeping in for two days now, and suggested that they take a small shopping trip. The thought of getting out of the dress had thrilled her but she knew she couldn't take too much of his money so she had bypassed all of the nice stores that he had suggested and settled instead on the bargain store she now stood in. Daniel was still smiling cheerfully and trying to boost her spirits, along with making all too noticeably false attempts at pretending to like the poor excuse for outfits she was finding in the store.
After several hours of shopping she had managed to select several articles of clothing that were semi-decent and could probably be manipulated into something nicer. She had also managed to convince Daniel that she was a woman who enjoyed buying ugly outfits and turning them into something better...a task which had taken the complete time that they had been in the store and left her very weary of his all too eager to please attitude. Not that she could complain about it, after all, he was her savior and the one that was spending his money on her when he didn't have to.
Once they were finally back to his apartment Jane locked herself inside the guest room and set to work on the clothing. It wasn't as easy a task as she had thought it would be. Apparently, whoever she really was, she was no seamstress. After several fruitless hours of struggling with the almost horrible clothing, she went back out to the living room and joined Daniel on the couch. He was watching some show that didn't really interest her, but she pretended to be interested in it anyway.
Before she knew it she was drifting asleep, whatever he was watching was too boring and she was still so tired from the night before, so she just leaned her head back on the couch and let herself fall asleep. Somewhere toward the middle of the night she woke to find herself curled up comfortably next to Daniel with a blanket thrown over her. Before she drifted back to sleep she allowed herself the fleeting thought that she hoped that she would stay friends with this too nice guy even after she remembered who she was.
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"I've had enough of this crap! Why the hell should I have to put up with him?!"
"How about because he's your boss and he's not wrong and you know it."
"Hey Jake, are you on my side or what? That's some way to treat your partner."
"I'll treat you better when you calm down, shut up, and get some sense into your head. Anyway, we've got a crime scene to get to. So stop it with the hissy-fit."
Sergeant McGrath stood up from his desk and grabbed his gun, slipping it into its holster before leaving the office, not waiting for his hotheaded younger partner to follow. He was getting too old to be dealing with these young hotshots. It might be a little hypocritical of him, considering he used to be one but that had stopped a year after he'd made detective. After all, it's one thing to know you're good, but it's better just to prove it.
"Hey, what's up with you today? Someone put your panties in a twist?"
"Alex, shove a sock in it. Preferably one of those smelly things you never wash."
"Hey, that's not fair. You know my mother has a hard time getting my clothing clean."
Jake just stared at his partner, not quite sure if Alex was joking or not. He really hoped it was a joke, after all, the kid may still have been young but everyone should know how to do their own laundry by the time they're in their twenties. He wasn't going to ask if it was a joke though. Jake knew that the kid already saw him as an 'old timer' and if he was joking he didn't want to ask and make himself look even more out of touch with what he referred to as 'the youth.'
"Let's just get to that crime scene alright? And no talking on the way."
"Hey come on Jake, that's hardly fair."
Damn it, this was going to be a long day. They'd only been on the clock for an hour and already he wanted to shoot the kid. Alex did, mercifully, have enough sense to keep his mouth shut on the way to the scene, but once they got there he would shut up. He started in with his 'brilliant' deductions of what had happened. Well, it was obvious to everyone there, including the homeless person watching them from across the street, that Alex was just trying to make himself up to be the best there, but so far he hadn't said one word that Jake would classify as intelligent. Maybe he was becoming one of those 'old timers.' He never would have found Alex so annoying before.
"Listen Alex, why don't you go inside and question the witnesses. I'll stay out here and process the crime scene."
"Sure thing, see ya later partner."
Jake watched the younger man run off and allowed himself one silent yell of glee that the idiot hadn't realized it was just a way to get some time away from him.
"Sergeant McGrath! A word with you please? Can you tell our audience just what's going on here? Is this another attack by the serial killer? Sergeant McGrath?"
Jake turned around and fixed the reporter behind him with the stare he knew would scare the young woman into backing off. It didn't work this time; she just flashed him with one of those cheeky little grins he hated. He'd have a word to say to her later, trying to take advantage of him like this while at work, it was inexcusable. Just because she was his daughter didn't mean he was going to give her any privileged information.
"Now miss, you know I can't tell you that. Please wait on the other side of the crime tape like the rest of the civilian population has to."
With the rest of the reporters under control as well Jake could finally turn to his job. He liked his job. Sure, there were lots of aspects that were really ugly and unpleasant, like the scene in front of him, but seeing these heinous things were worth it when he caught the creeps behind it. The young girl who had been attacked this time hadn't gotten away severely damaged; she had been completely mangled and left to bleed to death. The first person to find her this morning had been one of the young bell boys when he took the garbage out to the dumpster. A few hours later and the place was swarming with people. The onlookers were something that always got him mad. These people had nothing better to do with their day then stand around a crime scene and try to catch glimpses of the blood and the mess. They disgusted him.
Well, once the lab I.D.ed this woman then he'd take Alex over and make him tell the family. It was time the kid stopped thinking of this as some soft of game where his only job was to show off. The family of this young girl didn't care if he got awards for being a great detective, they only cared that their daughter was dead. At least they finally had a witness to the man that would be able to testify if they ever caught him. Of course, her having amnesia was probably going to be a problem, but that was something for the jury and courts to decide, not him. His job was to catch em and make sure they didn't hurt anyone else. And he was damn sure going to do it. He could imagine how the families of the victims felt, hell, his own daughter was in the same age group as all of the victims, and he'd personally track down and kill anyone who harmed his little girl. He just hoped none of the people in any of the victims' families had violent tendencies.
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Jane self-consciously straightened out her outfit, which didn't help much, and walked up the steps to the building. The detectives who had questioned her a week ago after her attack had wanted her to come in this morning. She wasn't entirely sure why they wanted her in, probably for more questions, or maybe to look at a mug shot or something, but she didn't think that she could really help them. She hadn't really seen the man who had been after her, at least not up close. She might be able to vaguely recognize him but he had been completely in shadows when he had run past the hotel doors and she couldn't be too sure of anything about him.
As soon as she walked through the doors she was directed down a hall and into a room with a series of offices. She was hailed immediately by an older gentleman she recognized as a detective Mc-something. He walked over to meet her, looking as professional as he possibly could in his buttoned up sports coat and his salt and pepper colored hair brushed neatly in place. She thought he ought to smile at her but apparently he was the 'all business' type.
"Miss...? I take it you still don't know who you are?"
"No, I'm afraid not. I still don't remember anything."
"You know, maybe we can help you with that...take your fingerprints...see if you're in the database anywhere? My partner seems to think he knows you from somewhere, but a classy lady like yourself? I doubt it."
She gave him a grateful smile and followed him down another hall. It wasn't that living with Daniel was terrible...it's just that as time went by it became more and more of a strain for the both of them. He kept insisting she'd remember and he'd even started hinting on her going to therapy but she couldn't let him pay for that. She was going to owe him so much as it was and she was getting a little tired of feeling like she was taking advantage of him.
"Now, the reason that I called you down here today was to id some people we caught the other night. We think one of them might just be our serial killer and you're the only one well enough to come down here and do this for us...."
Jane was shocked. She knew that there was a chance that this would happen but she honestly hadn't believed that they would catch the guy until after she had gotten her memory back...of course, she'd also thought that she would have her memory back by now so things weren't looking up for her in either aspect. Well, she probably wouldn't be able to I.D. him anyway, so until she knew there wasn't any reason to get shook up. So she almost calmly followed the detective into the darkened room and waited for him to pull the curtains. He pulled out a chair for her first and made certain that she was sitting comfortably in it; apparently he thought she was likely to faint, the jerk. He walked over to the curtains as she was still glowering at hi, although he couldn't see it, and then pulled open the curtains. She looked casually over towards the glass and felt her eyes widening even as her mouth dropped open in a startled gasp.
It couldn't be!
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AN: Ok, LOOK! I finally did another chapter. Ok, so it wasn't very much longer than the last one but it was longer. And sure, I didn't get it written as quickly as I said I would...but I only said I would try and I did try...I just didn't manage to get it written very quickly. I DID write it though and it didn't take me several months. Maybe now my muse will come back from vacation and help me out, what do you think? Lol ^_^ Also, if you want to be on my mailing list just send an e-mail to hibari_heza@yahoo.com and tell me which story you want to be alerted for when it's updated. ^_^
Bunni Girl: LOL Well, that was interesting. ^_^ I'm glad someone wants poor Daniel. For a minute I was
starting to think he's not as good as I thought he was. Heh. Of course, he's supposed to be one
of those 'too-good-to-be-true' kind of guys. I like to think those kinds of guys DO exist...and
maybe if I'm lucky my boyfriend right now is one of them...he seems it. ^_^ And no, I didn't
base Daniel on him...believe me, they're nothing alike. hehe
Bulma: Well, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. ^_^ You know how it is when you get new
toys and you just can't put them down. Well, I've had things like that this summer...got my first
real serious boyfriend who I love. ^_^ And, a few new games for the comp which take up time.
Heh. But I am trying. ^_^
Veggie-Trunks: lol ^_^ Thanks. I try to come up with interesting ideas. I know what you mean. I've
actually had plenty of time on my hands..since I graduated high school this last summer
and I'm taking a semester off from school in an attempt to find a job and get myself set up
for moving away to college...unfortunately...none of my plans are coming together just
right...but I figure writing has always been something I can use to take my mind off things,
so here I go again. ^_^
Chapter Five
Detectives Here and Everywhere
Disclaimer: Well, you all know how this goes. I don't own DBZ. I only own this story and Daniel. ^_^
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"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight we have an update on the rash of murders that have been plaguing West City citizens. The murderer, known to police as Radisson for the hotel where his first victim was staying, was thwarted in his latest attempt to attack a young woman when she reached the safety of her hotel. Once there the doorman immediately called the police."
"Unfortunately the attacker managed to escape before the police could arrive on the scene. This is the first woman to escape completely unscathed and with her life and she is now the only witness that can identify and put this killer away."
"The young lady, who's name West city police officials are keeping safely guarded, has refused to speak with journalists and is being carefully safeguarded by West City officers."
"That's it for our broadcast tonight. This is Cindy McGrath, signing off."
The form of the pretty young woman faded from the screen as a commercial for a hair care product came on. The commercial held Vegeta's attention as much as the news program had but he couldn't turn it off, since the woman's mother refused to cook dinner unless she could watch the vacuous blond woman reporting the news.
He had spent the day training, the first time that he had since the woman had disappeared. Unfortunately he had been unable to keep his mind on his exercising and away from the idiot woman's disappearance.
"Isn't it horrible? All those poor women being attacked and left to die by that horrible man. And he's only attacking women visiting the city and staying in our hotels. Oh my!"
Dr. Briefs looked up as his wife called out and Vegeta's dinner crashed to the ground.
"Oh! I hope Bulma's not in any danger from this guy. You don't think she might have run into him and that's why she's gone?"
The older blond woman began her hysterics and her husband hurried to comfort her. Vegeta was too busy at first staring at his dinner lying on the floor. But once her shrieks began to pierce his ears it was too much for him to stand.
"Stop that shrill noise making! Your idiot daughter is alive and she hasn't met up with this pathetic woman killer. She was alive yesterday when she left her hotel room so stop this yelling."
With that he stormed out of the room and back to his gravity chamber, tired of the constant reminder of the woman's absence. For yet another day he had to put up with the presence of the other fighters in the Capsule Compound. None of the fighters had come up with any way to find her and their inactivity was testing his control.
Tomorrow he would fly around the city and search for her again. The useless searching was better than having to put up with the weaklings and Kakarot. He stopped outside his chamber and the door slid open. His eyes were drawn to the balcony for the woman's room. The windows stood dark and vacant looking, with no light shining out and no blue haired bitch sitting inside.
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"Are you sure it's ok? I feel like I'm taking advantage of you too much as it is...."
"Forget about it Jane. I just want to help you. And you can't keep wearing the same outfit everyday. Besides, when you remember who you are you can repay me with a nicely detailed explanation of your life."
"That's not really all that you want is it? I'll have to pay you back...if I can."
"Hey, I don't do these kinds of things to have people in debt to me. So just relax. I think that once you do you'll find it easier to get your memory back. Really."
'Jane' was still giving him doubtful looks every few seconds even as she rifled through the racks in the women's section of the department store. The clothing here was atrocious but there wasn't much she could say about it. After all, it wasn't her money she was spending and she felt horrible about it as it was. But still, she couldn't shake the feeling that had she been in her right mind, she never would have been caught dead even passing by these clothes, much less considering to wear them.
When she had woken up that morning, the first as Daniel's guest, she had stumbled out of the guest room and into the kitchen to find that it was already late morning and that her host had been keeping her breakfast warm for her for some hours. It had really been delicious, slightly cold though it was, and the fact that he had smilingly admitted that he had made it especially for her made her feel even worse for oversleeping and keeping him waiting. But Daniel hadn't said a word about it, just having taken it for granted that she had been through another rough night.
After breakfast he had brought up the subject of her clothing, which she had been wearing and sleeping in for two days now, and suggested that they take a small shopping trip. The thought of getting out of the dress had thrilled her but she knew she couldn't take too much of his money so she had bypassed all of the nice stores that he had suggested and settled instead on the bargain store she now stood in. Daniel was still smiling cheerfully and trying to boost her spirits, along with making all too noticeably false attempts at pretending to like the poor excuse for outfits she was finding in the store.
After several hours of shopping she had managed to select several articles of clothing that were semi-decent and could probably be manipulated into something nicer. She had also managed to convince Daniel that she was a woman who enjoyed buying ugly outfits and turning them into something better...a task which had taken the complete time that they had been in the store and left her very weary of his all too eager to please attitude. Not that she could complain about it, after all, he was her savior and the one that was spending his money on her when he didn't have to.
Once they were finally back to his apartment Jane locked herself inside the guest room and set to work on the clothing. It wasn't as easy a task as she had thought it would be. Apparently, whoever she really was, she was no seamstress. After several fruitless hours of struggling with the almost horrible clothing, she went back out to the living room and joined Daniel on the couch. He was watching some show that didn't really interest her, but she pretended to be interested in it anyway.
Before she knew it she was drifting asleep, whatever he was watching was too boring and she was still so tired from the night before, so she just leaned her head back on the couch and let herself fall asleep. Somewhere toward the middle of the night she woke to find herself curled up comfortably next to Daniel with a blanket thrown over her. Before she drifted back to sleep she allowed herself the fleeting thought that she hoped that she would stay friends with this too nice guy even after she remembered who she was.
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"I've had enough of this crap! Why the hell should I have to put up with him?!"
"How about because he's your boss and he's not wrong and you know it."
"Hey Jake, are you on my side or what? That's some way to treat your partner."
"I'll treat you better when you calm down, shut up, and get some sense into your head. Anyway, we've got a crime scene to get to. So stop it with the hissy-fit."
Sergeant McGrath stood up from his desk and grabbed his gun, slipping it into its holster before leaving the office, not waiting for his hotheaded younger partner to follow. He was getting too old to be dealing with these young hotshots. It might be a little hypocritical of him, considering he used to be one but that had stopped a year after he'd made detective. After all, it's one thing to know you're good, but it's better just to prove it.
"Hey, what's up with you today? Someone put your panties in a twist?"
"Alex, shove a sock in it. Preferably one of those smelly things you never wash."
"Hey, that's not fair. You know my mother has a hard time getting my clothing clean."
Jake just stared at his partner, not quite sure if Alex was joking or not. He really hoped it was a joke, after all, the kid may still have been young but everyone should know how to do their own laundry by the time they're in their twenties. He wasn't going to ask if it was a joke though. Jake knew that the kid already saw him as an 'old timer' and if he was joking he didn't want to ask and make himself look even more out of touch with what he referred to as 'the youth.'
"Let's just get to that crime scene alright? And no talking on the way."
"Hey come on Jake, that's hardly fair."
Damn it, this was going to be a long day. They'd only been on the clock for an hour and already he wanted to shoot the kid. Alex did, mercifully, have enough sense to keep his mouth shut on the way to the scene, but once they got there he would shut up. He started in with his 'brilliant' deductions of what had happened. Well, it was obvious to everyone there, including the homeless person watching them from across the street, that Alex was just trying to make himself up to be the best there, but so far he hadn't said one word that Jake would classify as intelligent. Maybe he was becoming one of those 'old timers.' He never would have found Alex so annoying before.
"Listen Alex, why don't you go inside and question the witnesses. I'll stay out here and process the crime scene."
"Sure thing, see ya later partner."
Jake watched the younger man run off and allowed himself one silent yell of glee that the idiot hadn't realized it was just a way to get some time away from him.
"Sergeant McGrath! A word with you please? Can you tell our audience just what's going on here? Is this another attack by the serial killer? Sergeant McGrath?"
Jake turned around and fixed the reporter behind him with the stare he knew would scare the young woman into backing off. It didn't work this time; she just flashed him with one of those cheeky little grins he hated. He'd have a word to say to her later, trying to take advantage of him like this while at work, it was inexcusable. Just because she was his daughter didn't mean he was going to give her any privileged information.
"Now miss, you know I can't tell you that. Please wait on the other side of the crime tape like the rest of the civilian population has to."
With the rest of the reporters under control as well Jake could finally turn to his job. He liked his job. Sure, there were lots of aspects that were really ugly and unpleasant, like the scene in front of him, but seeing these heinous things were worth it when he caught the creeps behind it. The young girl who had been attacked this time hadn't gotten away severely damaged; she had been completely mangled and left to bleed to death. The first person to find her this morning had been one of the young bell boys when he took the garbage out to the dumpster. A few hours later and the place was swarming with people. The onlookers were something that always got him mad. These people had nothing better to do with their day then stand around a crime scene and try to catch glimpses of the blood and the mess. They disgusted him.
Well, once the lab I.D.ed this woman then he'd take Alex over and make him tell the family. It was time the kid stopped thinking of this as some soft of game where his only job was to show off. The family of this young girl didn't care if he got awards for being a great detective, they only cared that their daughter was dead. At least they finally had a witness to the man that would be able to testify if they ever caught him. Of course, her having amnesia was probably going to be a problem, but that was something for the jury and courts to decide, not him. His job was to catch em and make sure they didn't hurt anyone else. And he was damn sure going to do it. He could imagine how the families of the victims felt, hell, his own daughter was in the same age group as all of the victims, and he'd personally track down and kill anyone who harmed his little girl. He just hoped none of the people in any of the victims' families had violent tendencies.
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Jane self-consciously straightened out her outfit, which didn't help much, and walked up the steps to the building. The detectives who had questioned her a week ago after her attack had wanted her to come in this morning. She wasn't entirely sure why they wanted her in, probably for more questions, or maybe to look at a mug shot or something, but she didn't think that she could really help them. She hadn't really seen the man who had been after her, at least not up close. She might be able to vaguely recognize him but he had been completely in shadows when he had run past the hotel doors and she couldn't be too sure of anything about him.
As soon as she walked through the doors she was directed down a hall and into a room with a series of offices. She was hailed immediately by an older gentleman she recognized as a detective Mc-something. He walked over to meet her, looking as professional as he possibly could in his buttoned up sports coat and his salt and pepper colored hair brushed neatly in place. She thought he ought to smile at her but apparently he was the 'all business' type.
"Miss...? I take it you still don't know who you are?"
"No, I'm afraid not. I still don't remember anything."
"You know, maybe we can help you with that...take your fingerprints...see if you're in the database anywhere? My partner seems to think he knows you from somewhere, but a classy lady like yourself? I doubt it."
She gave him a grateful smile and followed him down another hall. It wasn't that living with Daniel was terrible...it's just that as time went by it became more and more of a strain for the both of them. He kept insisting she'd remember and he'd even started hinting on her going to therapy but she couldn't let him pay for that. She was going to owe him so much as it was and she was getting a little tired of feeling like she was taking advantage of him.
"Now, the reason that I called you down here today was to id some people we caught the other night. We think one of them might just be our serial killer and you're the only one well enough to come down here and do this for us...."
Jane was shocked. She knew that there was a chance that this would happen but she honestly hadn't believed that they would catch the guy until after she had gotten her memory back...of course, she'd also thought that she would have her memory back by now so things weren't looking up for her in either aspect. Well, she probably wouldn't be able to I.D. him anyway, so until she knew there wasn't any reason to get shook up. So she almost calmly followed the detective into the darkened room and waited for him to pull the curtains. He pulled out a chair for her first and made certain that she was sitting comfortably in it; apparently he thought she was likely to faint, the jerk. He walked over to the curtains as she was still glowering at hi, although he couldn't see it, and then pulled open the curtains. She looked casually over towards the glass and felt her eyes widening even as her mouth dropped open in a startled gasp.
It couldn't be!
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AN: Ok, LOOK! I finally did another chapter. Ok, so it wasn't very much longer than the last one but it was longer. And sure, I didn't get it written as quickly as I said I would...but I only said I would try and I did try...I just didn't manage to get it written very quickly. I DID write it though and it didn't take me several months. Maybe now my muse will come back from vacation and help me out, what do you think? Lol ^_^ Also, if you want to be on my mailing list just send an e-mail to hibari_heza@yahoo.com and tell me which story you want to be alerted for when it's updated. ^_^
Bunni Girl: LOL Well, that was interesting. ^_^ I'm glad someone wants poor Daniel. For a minute I was
starting to think he's not as good as I thought he was. Heh. Of course, he's supposed to be one
of those 'too-good-to-be-true' kind of guys. I like to think those kinds of guys DO exist...and
maybe if I'm lucky my boyfriend right now is one of them...he seems it. ^_^ And no, I didn't
base Daniel on him...believe me, they're nothing alike. hehe
Bulma: Well, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. ^_^ You know how it is when you get new
toys and you just can't put them down. Well, I've had things like that this summer...got my first
real serious boyfriend who I love. ^_^ And, a few new games for the comp which take up time.
Heh. But I am trying. ^_^
Veggie-Trunks: lol ^_^ Thanks. I try to come up with interesting ideas. I know what you mean. I've
actually had plenty of time on my hands..since I graduated high school this last summer
and I'm taking a semester off from school in an attempt to find a job and get myself set up
for moving away to college...unfortunately...none of my plans are coming together just
right...but I figure writing has always been something I can use to take my mind off things,
so here I go again. ^_^