Note: I love everyone, and I've been updating like crazy. So now I would like to list the fics I will currently be focusing on for the next while: Never Ever, Crush, Unfaithful, Blue Roses, Bad Assumptions, Worthy, Disaster, Feed The Darkness, Chemicals. This is the most at one time that I have tried to focus on, in addition to other updates, completing Gift From God, Giving In, and Spirits Within, and uploading a new fic as soon as I finish up Blue Roses, Unfaithful, or Bad Assumptions. All the other fics are probably going to be epics and long as hell. Blue Roses too is an epic, but will not have a sequel and seeing as we're on chapter 20, you can see where there probably won't be much longer working on it, or so I hope.

Blue Roses

Lemony Nymph

Apprehensive smiles in broad daylight, the two men tried to comfort each other about Bulma's disappearance.

Gohan said sweet things. Trunks thought they weren't true. His obsession with his mother's long dead friend rendered him unable to discern many things, not realizing the only man of Son blood that had ever had an affair with his mother stood right next to him.

Gohan stared at the boy, a sense of affection for him set his conscience free, slave to the former guilt of loving what was never supposed to be his.

He did not question his young friend on the traumatic events, not until the boy seemed to be able to speak once more.

There was nothing left to do now other than accept. Accept the fact that he'd failed his blue rose, accept the fact that Juunana was right-unlike his father, always graceful and more importantly, tactful in battle, he could not fight as well when he was angry. Accept. Accept the fact that Bulma was now Juunana's slave until he could free her.

Juunana stared at her. She looked so sad. He wanted to tear that sadness away. But she only wanted her son.

Her son and perhaps someone else.

"That's enough of that. Come here."

She looked up, an annoyed glare, "What is it?"

Juunana frowned, she had a way of killing fun. He couldn't have sex with her if she didn't want it. He didn't know why, he didn't want to know why, but if she didn't seem to even want him, to think about him in some sort of way similar to the way he did her...

What was the point?

And then, he thought of killing her in a moment of annoyance, but he didn't do anything but look at her. She stood in front of him, and his hands traced her lips, he let out of a sigh, why did they feel like rose petals?

And there it was, he wanted her, to make her his, for her to stand by him while the world became his playground. Ruling a world of monkeys didn't really suit him, but fun, "Yes, we'll have a lot of fun."

"Come on. We're going out."

She stared at him, but when he exited, she followed with an annoyed curiosity.

"You can go ahead and try and figure out where we are. You can go ahead and try to have him come save you. But you know that won't be smart, don't you?"

She sighed.

She wanted Gohan.

Oh, the sweet smile and the precious arrogance, oh, to see him. And it was perhaps love that made her smile when she walked by Juunana's side.

"You there."

The man stopped and stared at Juunana, shaking in fear a bit.

"Well? I need a car. Give me one now."

The owner nodded, moving about, and returned with boxes upon boxes of capsules with cars, beautiful cars that Bulma thought she'd never seen before, and she couldn't help but smile a bit, just a little bit, at the respect and the perks of sitting next to him as he would turn to her and ask her if she liked this color, or that style.

And at first, she would respond with, "I don't care," Or, "Sure, whatever you like." But then, after seeing colors that reminded her of a time of parties among the elite, she sighed a bit, and he smiled when she began to respond with honesty.

And so they took what they had, without charge, which was another perk, and when they left, Juunana did not destroy the shop, and she looked at him with a bit of an odd expression, and he knew she was impressed, though she didn't want to be.

And as she sat next to him in the first chosen vehicle of the thirty or so they chose, she thought of Gohan when she looked out into the sky so blue, and she thought of Gohan when she leaned against the firm seats, and it was like she was sitting in Gohan's lap, leaning against Gohan's chest, and her desire for the man seemed to swell until she couldn't stop smiling.

But Juunana asked not why she was happy, he didn't seem to care in the least, but he noticed, and he assumed that she was finally starting to loosen up.

How wrong he was.

And so when he began to destroy buildings, she frowned and he laughed, "No one's in there."

"How do you know?"

"I'm magic. I have sensors, you know."

And it was for the first time that she remembered her company wasn't human.

"Don't you feel it? That vicious rage, all the stress, it goes away," He would whisper and she would stare at him, "The energy, all of that pain that time has caused you..."

And when he handed her a sort of gun, and pointed to a building, claiming it was vacant, she hesitantly picked it up and looked through it. And though not completely sure of the reliability of the weapon, it claimed the same thing.

And so she fired, and with a whooping sort of noise, a small flash, the building crumpled to the ground and she felt small, and yet big against the noise of destruction that she'd created.

But it was the memory of Gohan that made her set it down, against the smile, that the stress had been lifted somehow, and the charming smile of his made it all go away until Juunana caught on to her boredom and to a city they went.

"Your clothes look horrible. You're going to change. Something nice, if you will. Then we can eat."

"You don't eat." She stared at him.

"I don't have to eat. I can."

"I don't understand how that's possible." As a scientist, she knew for a fact an artificial creation trying to consume human food could ruin, well it could cause all sorts of chaos inside the machine.

"You don't need to." And he parked, and he followed a few feet behind her as she looked through the stores. It was a nice city. Or it had been. It was relatively untouched, she knew she'd been there before, she remembered names but no faces, or styles and prices, but no names.

She wanted to run. Badly. But her Gohan, her precious sweet Gohan was hanging in the balance, not to mention her son, and she could not allow either to feel Juunana's wrath.

So she smiled a bit, "I like this." A modest dress.

"That's a store for pregnant women." Juunana raised a brow.

"It looks comfortable."

"What are you?" Juunana blinked a moment, grabbing her wrist, not too gentle, and lead her to another store, "Juuhachi likes this one."

And Bulma could see why. Exquisite dresses were hung from wall to wall, and Bulma practically trembled to try them all on. They were fancy, for occasional parties, not for lunch with a villain, but he pointed to one that was red, then one that was blue, then one that was purple, and before she knew it, she was in tight black silk with gloves, with boxes upon boxes of dresses, all unpaid for, that he'd gotten simply because he liked them in her.

It was sweet. In a way. A weird way. But the entire time, her heart sank when it was him smiling in the corner and not her dear Gohan.

"Shopping is more fun when you're here." He murmured, hours later, brushing a few strands of hair away from her eyes. "You're certainly a picky thing, though."

She laughed despite herself. It was not the first time she heard that. The sky flooded with pinks and purples, it looked majestic almost.

Juunana, as much as he enjoyed watching her in one skin-tight outfit and another, had had plenty of her type of fun, the female kind, and grabbed her wrist again, "You haven't eaten all day."

"But I'm fine."

He grunted a bit, and she was forced to follow him into the most beautiful restaurant she'd ever seen.

Now, if he was anyone else, she would've been impressed beyond words that someone would do these things for her, but not him. He was evil. He stole. He intimidated store manager after store manager, and though it was amusing, just a little, that she was not afraid of him and they were, it wasn't the same.

She was even more surprised to see Juuhachi come from behind after they'd been served.

"What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you for a moment. Alone."

Juunana frowned, his sister's tone did not imply this was stupid news. He looked to Bulma, "Go on. Go get a coffee and a desert."

She stood, happy to be freed from his presence so once again she could dream of her Gohan, and the devil's sister sat in her place. In hushed voices, they began to speak..

Gohan sighed. "Something to drink."

The tender stared at him for a moment, raising a brow. "Sir, we are a formal place.."

"I'm sure you won't mind if he joins Madame."

Gohan turned, jumping at the voice. "Bulma!"

She smiled, her heart was jumping from her chest and she leaned against him, no worry of Juunana, nothing could've stopped her from embracing Son Gohan at that moment, "I love you," She whispered, "God, I love you."

"Madame?" The tender stared, shaking a bit.

She broke from Gohan, resting her hands on her hips, "Yes, and I believe my little brother asked for a drink. You wouldn't want me to get up and inform my company you were treating us badly."

The man paled.

"Juunana is here!" Gohan whispered as the man turned in an instant.

"Yes. If he sees me with you, he'll kill Trunks," She breathed, "But when I saw you, I needed to just..."

"I know."

"Where is Trunks, by the way?"

"I can't tell you that, just know he's among friends. I didn't want him with me. Not until this gets settled. It doesn't seem... safe."

"I love you." She whispered again, taking her drink. "But you need to go. Take your drink and go."

He stared. "No. I'm going to fight."

"No! God, please, no! Not while Trunks is at risk. I promise, I will send word some way, somehow, for you to come and save me... But not here. Not now." She leaned against him, a quick, rushed embrace.

And after two minutes of his company, he took the drink, reaching for his wallet, and blinked a bit when she waved him off.

"Don't worry about it."

And he looked at the tender, still shaking, "Please, I apologize most sincerely... Just take your drink, Sir."

Gohan stared at Bulma for a moment, she seemed used to this behavior already, and he frowned, but he turned, "If Trunks wasn't hanging in the balance, I would murder him for looking at you."

"He hasn't touched me. I swear."

"You're sure you're alright?" He felt stupid, but her words were soothing.

"Yes. Go. Now. Before he comes back."

And like that, her love left. And she needed him, to come back and hold her, and she needed him to rest his lips on her and give her strength, but she straightened her back and looked ahead, cool when Juunana would return.

"I'm sorry that took so long."

"What's wrong?"

"New news." Juunana looked ahead, motioning for some sort of desert.

Bulma set her fork down, "What's wrong?"

"You won't like it."

She paled, "What's wrong, Juunana?"

"Your kid. He's apparently looking for you and got in some sort of trouble."

Crap? Eh? Dunno.