Me: It seems that people would like me to continue. Yay! Thanks for the reviews. Especially ? for all the helpful tips and long review. I love long reivews! Anyway, here's chapter 2.
Universal ChattingChapter 2 - Mysterious Chatter
Bulma's POV
DarkSoul: hi
I turned back toward my computer and stare at the 'DarkSoul' for a long period of time. Something about it made my stomach twist with anticipation, and excitement. The name itself just sounded so mysterious.
"DarkSoul . . ." I repeat to myself. I was getting goosebumps just thinking about the name. I can't place why, though. It's just a name, it shouldn't effect me that much. Especially making me shiver. I began to wonder whether this was a human . . . or some kind of alien. The name just didn't sound human. Although, I'm sure a gothic person or someone interested in like fantasy or something could just as easily create a name like that. But, my gut was telling me that this was no humam.
I look over to the Buddy List and click on the name to bring up a profile. Nothing. Everything was blocked. Now, why would they want to block their profile? What are they trying to hide? This was all starting to thrill me. I know the dangers of talking to a stranger on the internet, but I just couldn't help myself. Besides, if they do try anything, Goku could always handle them. I sat down and replied.
TeenageGenius: hello
DarkSoul: i was beginning to wonder if you were going to talk to me
TeenageGenius: well, i'm just not sure who you are, your profile is blocked
They didn't respond right away. It's almost like they were thinking. Why would they need to think? It's just chatting. This excited me even more. This one, I can tell, is going to be a little mystery.
DarkSoul: i like my privacy
Is it your privacy . . . or are you hiding something from me? I badly wanted to type that in, but I thought to myself.
I shouldn't. It might cause them to want to leave the chat room. I don't want that. I'm beginning to like this person.
TeenageGenius: so do i, but it might help me be at ease if i just knew at least one thing about you . . .
DarkSoul: well, if you insist . . . i'm not human
So, my gut feeling was right. We're finally getting somewhere. I wish they would tell me a little more than just 'i'm not human'. Are they a man? A woman? What kind of alien are they? What's their name? Let's see, maybe if I tell them a little bit about myself, they'll tell me about themselves. Maybe they just have a hard time trusting people.
TeenageGenius: well, i'm Bulma Briefs, a female human
DarkSoul: i know who and what you are
What! How can they know that? Do I have some kind of stalker on my hands? I take a deep breath.
Calm down, Bulma. They could have easliy gotten that from your profile. Ne need to jump to conclusions. Just continue the conversation.
TeenageGenius: oh, well it's polite to tell the person who you're talking to your name or gender at least
That should get my point through their head.
DarkSoul: hmm . . . are you trying to say something?
Are they trying to lose my patience? Who ever this is, they like to play games with you. I don't like these mind games. They creep me out. This person is creeping me out. They've barely said anything, and I already don't like them. Well, two can play at this game.
TeenageGenius: well, are you listening?
DarkSoul: yes, maybe you're not speaking loud enough
What! Why that jerk! A low growl rumbles in my throat and I clinch my fists. Iwon't let them get to me. I'll win this little game of theirs. They'll be sprry for ever messing with Bulma Briefs!
TeenageGenius: maybe you just have bad ears
DarkSoul: maybe you just can't speak well
TeenageGenius: i can speak fine!
DarkSoul: you sure?
I growl.
TeenageGenius: positve
DarkSoul: are you really a genius?
What kind of quesion is that? They completely changed the subject. Well, actually, there really was no subject. But, still! It looks like I won that little fight.
TeenageGenius: yes, i am
DarkSoul: do you invent things?
TeenageGenius: yes
DarkSoul: like what?
TeenageGenius: anything that pops into my head
DarkSoul: can you create ships?
TeenageGenius: um yes
DarkSoul: what about medicine?
TeenageGenius: one of my specialties
DarkSoul: can you create medicine for anxiety? Depression?
Anxiety? Why would they want to know that? Depression? What kind of questions are these? Are they depressed? Do they suffer from anxiety?
TeenageGenius: well, yes i do . . . why?
There was a long pause. Probably thinking of what to say. Now that I think about it, the name 'DarkSoul' is actually a perfect fit for someone who suffers from depression and anxiety. Who is this person?
DarkSoul: i was just wondering that's all . . . what do you look like?
Changing the subject again I see. I guess there's no harm in telling them what I look like.
TeenageGenius: blue hair, blue eyes, skinny, not too tall not too short
DarkSoul: i see . . . you sound pretty
Well, i have pretty good guess this person is a guy. I don't know what it is, but the words he says make me shiver. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
TeenageGenius: um thanks . . . what do you look like?
Another long pause. This guy thinks a lot. Why won't he tell me anything? Does he not trust me or something? I don't see why. I'm a very nice person. Wouldn't hurt a fly.
DarkSoul: i have to go, bye
What! Wait! Why does he have to leave. Before I could respond, he signed off. I am so confused now. This guy almost sounded like he was in a hurry. Maybe he had to do something important. But, I still wanted to talk to him. I leaned back in my chair and pouted. My arms crossed over my chest and my lips curved to a frown. Maybe I'll talk to him tomorrow or something. It's late, and I am tired. I yawn and stretch my arms out. I get up out of my seat and change into a nightgown. I crawl into bed and immedately fall asleep, hoping to talk to DarkSoul tomorrow.
I woke the next morning with the same sun shining in my face!
"Mom!"
"Yes, dear?" she called from dowstairs.
"Can you please stop opening my window in the morning? The sun is going to blind me!" i scream. I hear her laugh and this made me growl.
"Oh, sweety. The sun is so nice to wake up to." She chirped.
"No it's not!" i scream.
She didn't answer back. Good. I groan and rub my eyes so they could focus a little better. I heard a 'ding' sound coming from my computer. I have mail.
I got out of bedand went over to my computer.
"From DarkSoul, huh?" i said.
I open up my Inbox and read what he has to say:
Dear Bulma,
I'm sorry I left in such a hurry. I had . . . things to do. If I creeped you out yesterday, then I'm sorry. I like to play mind games with people I first meet. Expect more of it if you keep talking to me. Please mail me back.
Me: Hmm . . . how was that? Better? I made Bulma actually think in this chapter. Lol. Review please.