Me: I'M NOT DEAD! I'm a terrible author, keeping my readers waiting like that. You can go ahead and hit me.

Readers::throw rocks…..big ones:

Ow! Hey, I'm sorry. I won't keep you waiting anymore. Here's chapter 4!

Universal Chatting

Chapter 4 – Depression

A man waited patiently in his dark room, the only coming from the computer screen. Sitting on his bed, he stared at the blank wall, eyes glassy. Empty. His fingers twitching uncontrollably. Turning his head, he gazed at the computer, re-reading the e-mail the he had received an hour ago.

Dear DarkSoul,

I just sent a small delivery ship with the things you asked for. It should arrive in about an hour and a half. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly do you need these things for? Not everybody asks for depression pills and a photo from me. I really want to know more about you. And why you always leave so suddenly. You know all about me, apparently. E-mail me back.

The man sighed. A depressed sigh. He turned back to the blank wall. Just then, there was a dinging noise. The man turned to a slot built in the wall. Inside was a small delivery ship. A faint smile appeared on the man's face. He got up from bed and walked over the tiny ship. Pressing a button to open it, he found the things he'd been waiting for.

"Finally . . ." he sighed.

The man took out a picture of a beautiful women with ocean blue hair, sky blue eyes, and the prefect body.

"So, that's miss Bulma Briefs." The man whispered.

He then took out a bottle of the depression pills he asked for. He hugged then tightly to his chest, closing his eyes, relieved to finally have them. He then sat in his chair, facing the computer.

Bulma sat in her chair, chatting with her Buddies.

Radditz: I am going out of my mind! I order you to sign off!

Brightblonde181: You can't tell me what to do! Bulma, tell him to shut up!

Bulma sighed. They're at it . . . again.

TeenageGenius: I told you, I'm not gonna get involved with your fights

Radditz: Stop going to her for help, you baby

Brightblonde181: I'm not a baby!

Bulma shook her head. They will never get along.

Taliethetaquito: You're acting like one

Brightblonde181: shut it!

Taliethetaquito: make me

Brightblode181: yeah well

Brightblode181: well

Brightblonde181: well….

Brightblode181: that's it, I'm not gonna talk anymore, see how you like that!

Bulma chuckled. She fell right into it.

Radditz: My God, you really are stupid

Taliethetaquito: hahahah

Brightblonde181: oh crap

(A/N: Just to let you know, this is exactly how my IM conversations go. Oh, and Taliethetaquito is actually one of friends. Hi Natalie!)

TeenageGenius: You're all stupid…..

Radditz: even me!

TeenageGenius: yes

Radditz: :sulks:

Bulma laughed. It really was fun talking to these guys.

I'm beginning to get the suspicion that Radditz has a thing for me . . .

DarkSoul: I see you're all fighting again

Bulma perked up. He's on! He's finally on!

TeenageGenius: Where have you been!

DarkSoul: staring at a wall

Bulma made a face. Staring at a wall? Maybe he did need those depression pills.

Brightblonde181: oh great! Another jerk to deal with

DarkSoul: temper temper

Radditz: Tell me about it . . .

DarkSoul: I thought you didn't like me

Radditz: I don't

Taliethetaquito: Who are you?

Radditz: Don't ask him anything, he never answers straight. He likes to play mind games

DarkSoul: Bulma likes the mind games, don't you angel?

Bulma blushed. Looks like someone wants to be sweet today.

"I don't mind . . ." she said to herself.

TeenageGenius: Yes, I do

DarkSoul: that's my girl

Radditz: She's not your girl!

Brightblonde181: my my my, Radditz you're being very protective

Radditz: shut up Stacey!

DarkSoul: we'll let Bulma decide. Are you my girl?

Bulma paused. She really did like this guy. But, his girl? Bulma thought for a moment.

This has got to be one of his mind games. I know it is. He's wanting a certain answer. But what is it? Hmm . . . think Bulma think. Aha! I got it!

TeenageGenius: I'm no one's girl. I belong to no one.

Radditz: Ha! How do you like that?

DarkSoul: Just the answer I wanted to hear

Bulma smirked triumphantly.

Radditz: damn you!

Taliethetaquito: lol

Brightblonde181: for once I agree with Natalie. LOL

TeenageGenius: come on you two, stop laughing at him

Radditz: thank you, Bulma

DarkSoul: Bulma, thanks for the delivery

TeenageGenius: you're welcome

Radditz: What delivery?

Bulma didn't answer. She wasn't sure if DarkSoul wanted to anybody to know.

DarkSoul: Not your business

Radditz: fine, listen I gotta go, bye Bulma

He signed off. Bulma just noticed then that Brightblonde181 and Taliethetaquito had also signed off.

DarkSoul: finally, thought they never leave

TeenageGenius: yeah . . . when will I ever be able to see you?

DarkSoul: You actually want to meet me?

TeenageGenius: Well, yeah, I really like you

DarkSoul: So you trust me?

TeenageGenius: Well, I don't know you very well, and for all I know you could be a killer out to get me, but . . . I don't know I have this feeling about you. Does that sound weird?

DarkSoul: Not at all

TeenageGenius: Good

DarkSoul: You'll meet me one day, I promise

TeenageGenius: I look forward to it

There was a long pause. Bulma waited patiently, used to his long pauses by now.

DarkSoul: Bulma, how do you feel about space travel?

Me: Not completely sure where I'm going with this, but at least it's an update. Right? Right. Review please!

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