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Black Sunrise
It had been four months since her parents left to move to Japan. Four months since Matt died, and four months since she told the Robertson's that they were going to be grandparents. Bulma protested to her parents that she was almost done the 10th grade and wasn't going to leave until she finished, reluctantly; they let her stay with Chloe and Markus Robertson.
She turned to her side to look at her reflection. She was showing all right, and she couldn't be happier. Not that she wanted the whole city to know that she, the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the world was pregnant, but she was glad. There was something of Matt growing inside of her. But the pain of losing someone she loved so deeply had turned her once happy self into someone that didn't care.
She had dyed her long blue hair ink black, and helping to conceal the natural color of her eyes, she had ordered black contacts and wore them all day, every day. She wore nothing else but black clothing and makeup; her accessories were spiked collars and safety pins. She went to school, she did her work, and she came home. Cara was the only one that understood her, for all of the friends she thought that she had, turned their backs on her. People now hated her, but she didn't care. The only thing that she worried about was the child growing inside of her.
"Bulma, dear, do you need anything from the store? I'm making a quick run down there." Chloe asked, poking her head into the guest room.
Bulma shook her head and glared out from under her black bangs. "All right. I'll be back soon." The door to her 'room' shut and Bulma continued to look at her bulging stomach. School was almost over. There were only a few weeks left and then it would be summer break. By then, her parents had wanted to come back to Toronto and get her, but she refused, saying that she didn't feel right just leaving. Her parents understood and told her she could come to them when she was ready.
But she didn't know how she was going to tell them that she was pregnant. The only people that knew were Cara and Matt's parents. She wore clothing that was too big for her small figure anyway, so no one thought different at school. The media still hadn't caught on, which surprised Bulma quite a bit though she was glad they didn't. Pounding footsteps came racing up the stairs and ran down the hall.
"B! B! B! I passed!" Cara shouted happily as she burst into the room. Each time she looked at her friend, she couldn't help but wince inwardly. What had happened to the bright, charismatic artist? By the looks of it, she had died with Matt. All that was left was the lifeless, pregnant, and alone shell of the person Bulma used to be. But there was no talking to her. Bulma hardly said anything anymore, and never smiled.
Bulma turned from the mirror and nodded to her best friend, brushing chin length bangs from her face, tucking them behind her ears. "C'mon B, we're got to get you out of here. What do you say, after finals, we get in a car and just drive. Drive anywhere you want to go. We can leave for the whole summer if you want. We can go where someone doesn't know you...and you can smile. How does that sound?"
Bulma shrugged, but nodded her head. "See?" Cara chirped happily. "Doesn't that sound like fun? We can go wherever you want to, stay however long you want too. We don't even have to come back. I'm going to talk with Markus. Why don't you come downstairs with me and sit there? If you have anything to add to what I'm going to tell him, feel free too all right?"
Cara walked to Bulma and took a hold of her hand. Clasping it tightly, she dragged her pregnant friend out the door and down the stairs. "Markus!" Cara called out happily.
"In the study Cara."
Cara flashed Bulma a large grin and walked into the study, tugging Bulma along. Markus looked up from his desk and quickly masked the look of shock that passed over his face. He thought that Bulma couldn't be able to stay in her room for most of her life, but within the last 4 months, she proved him wrong. She came out for nothing other than school. If she were hungry, she'd locate something from her small fridge. Cara and Chloe would make sure it was stocked up with the things she liked, there wasn't a phone in her room, but Bulma had chosen herself to become mute and not talk. If people wanted to see her, they knew where to find her, but the young, devastated Bulma had no other friend but Cara.
"What can I help you with ladies?"
Cara pushed Bulma into one of the large overstuffed chairs and then took the other. "Well Daddy-O, I've been thinking. Summer's almost here right, and the little lady has yet to get out of the house, other then to go to school, and I figure that she needs to get out of the house. So this is what I've been thinking. What if she and I were to pack up the car and then just go? I mean, we get out of here for the summer. I know that she's got to go to the hospital and get check-ups every now and then, but I'm sure that she can get her records to come with her."
"I think that it's a wonderful idea, but have you talked to her about it? Does she know that this is what you're planning?"
"Of course. She told me that she wanted to go with me. Thinks that it's going to be a good idea as well. Plus, gives you and Chloe some time to finish off the nursery. I figure B's going to be staying here until after her baby is born, and wait until it's old enough to fly before she goes to live with her parents. Don't know how they're going to take to being grandparents, but you know, I'm sure they'll understand."
"Well," Markus said, rubbing his green eyes. "If she wants to go, then I'm sure I don't see anything wrong with her going. I know you're going to look out for her, so she's going to be in good hands. You know what you're doing, and I think that this little outing will be good for her. Might get her to come out of her shell a little." He turned and looked at Bulma who sat with her hands clasped in her lap, head down with her curtain of black hair shielding her face. "Honey, you're going to return to yourself soon enough. I know you miss him, hell, we all miss him. But sweetheart, it's time to move on. It's time to break free from your depression. We know that it's going to still be a while, but you need to know that no matter what, we're all going to be here for you."
He got nothing from Bulma, not that he expected her to respond to him. It seemed that Cara and Bulma had their own little language, for Cara understood what Bulma was thinking about and was always the first one to know what was wrong with her. Cara jumped up and pulled Bulma with her. Markus laughed to himself as he watched the two young women leave his office. "This is going to be an experience for you Bulma. I hope you can reach the light soon..."
Cara couldn't stop chattering, and Bulma was getting annoyed. She didn't know if it was the fact that her only friend had almost got the full trip planned out, or the fact that her hormones were starting to rage through the roof. She pointed to the door with slitted eye, chest rising and falling. Shaking her long blonde hair out, Cara walked to it and waved. "I was wondering when you were going to get sick of my ramblings. Don't worry. All you have to do is point left or right, and we'll go there. See you at school tomorrow."
Once she was gone, Bulma started to get undressed. Once she was just in a pair of simple panties, she tugged on a long t-shirt and crawled into bed. She wasn't looking forward to another day of school. She found it pointless that she had to go, but she still went nonetheless, and made not only her life worse, but made it better the same time. School was the only place where she could get some serious thinking done, and school is where she felt most at home.
But once this year was over, Cara was taking her out. Oh, the places they were going to visit. She couldn't help but get a little bit excited. Sliding her right hand onto her stomach, she closed her eyes and willed her body to relax. Something kicked against her hand and a small genuine smile teased the corner of her lips before she forced it away.
Three more months and her child would be born. Doctors figured the beginning of September, meaning that for her grade 11 year, she'd be doing it at home. By the beginning of her senior year, she'd be in Japan with her parents, her child would be almost a year old, and she could try to settle things out with herself. But not until she was with her parents. Closing her eyes, she fell into a peaceful sleep, only to get woken up a few hours later but the non-stop beeping of her alarm clock.
She tugged at the cord and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Walking to the bathroom, she chanced another glance. She was getting to be large, and she was positive that there wasn't any one else in the world other then the three people that know, who knew she was pregnant. She made sure that each article of clothing she bought hid the biggest secret of her life. But what if someone knew?
Shrugging her shoulders, she slipped out of her clothing and got into the shower with little movements. The hot water felt nice running down her tense and swollen body. Another two weeks, and school would be over. Then she would be able to get out of this house and leave.
She got into her car and revved the engine. Placing her backpack beside her, she turned on the stereo and was on her way to school. Speakers pumped out her music and people in cars beside her looked like they were going to scream. Smirking to herself, she turned Rob Zombie up a bit louder and started tapping her fingers in time with the song.
Cara jumped up from the curb and waited for her friend to park. People milled about, chatting to each other and waving as the teens greeted each other on the long walk until the end of school. "So B, I've figured it all out. You know what? We're going to leave this weekend. We're both done our finals right, so why piss around and sit in school for another week? Sound good?"
Bulma gave a quick nod and was about to walk to her first class when she felt a rough hand on her shoulder. "You fucking slut." The voice spoke harshly in her ear. Cara looked up and was about to say something when a hand clamped over her mouth. "You fucking slut. How the hell could you get yourself knocked up by that low-life baby? I'm the one who knows how to treat you right."
Bulma couldn't see who the person was, but knew exactly who was speaking those vile words into her ear. "I know that I'm the one you think about day in and day out, the one you've been dreaming about to be the father of your baby."
She shuddered and Cara struggled to free herself. Bulma watched as her friend lifted her right arm and brought her elbow crashing into the persons' side. The hold was relaxed and she turned around, left fist connecting with his jaw. "Fuck you Jade! What the fuck do you think you're talking about? What the fuck do you think you're doing? Leave B alone! You don't know what she's been through!"
Her eyes were blazing as she advanced on the Jade. "I suggest that you leave her alone. Now, and forever. Or should we go straight to the lawyers and get your probation officer on the line? You know that you're not allowed to be near her at any given point of time. So fuck off."
What happened next seemed like a blur. Grace filled Bulma as she turned around slowly and lifted her right hand. Cara was the only one to see that one of her many rings was turned around on her finger. Bulma's hand made quick contact with Jade's cheek and with some satisfaction, she saw the blood flow smoothly from the swollen flesh.
"Fuck you bitch. That was a freebee, but I know where you're going to move too. I've got friends all over the place. Don't worry. Once you get that stupid kid out of your system, you'll be begging for me to take you back."
Cara held the trembling Bulma close as they watched Jade and his groupies walk off. "Well, I think that's enough school for the rest of the year. How about we leave and go get something to eat? I'm starving."
Digging through Bulma's purse, she found the keys to her black Civic and opened the doors. Bulma slid into the passengers seat, and tossed her bag into the back. Cara did the same and soon enough, they were on the road.
A/N: Well, it seems that some of Bulma's past is starting to show itself. Who is Jade and why does Bulma have a restraining order against him? The later chapters will tell, don't worry!
Black Sunrise
It had been four months since her parents left to move to Japan. Four months since Matt died, and four months since she told the Robertson's that they were going to be grandparents. Bulma protested to her parents that she was almost done the 10th grade and wasn't going to leave until she finished, reluctantly; they let her stay with Chloe and Markus Robertson.
She turned to her side to look at her reflection. She was showing all right, and she couldn't be happier. Not that she wanted the whole city to know that she, the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the world was pregnant, but she was glad. There was something of Matt growing inside of her. But the pain of losing someone she loved so deeply had turned her once happy self into someone that didn't care.
She had dyed her long blue hair ink black, and helping to conceal the natural color of her eyes, she had ordered black contacts and wore them all day, every day. She wore nothing else but black clothing and makeup; her accessories were spiked collars and safety pins. She went to school, she did her work, and she came home. Cara was the only one that understood her, for all of the friends she thought that she had, turned their backs on her. People now hated her, but she didn't care. The only thing that she worried about was the child growing inside of her.
"Bulma, dear, do you need anything from the store? I'm making a quick run down there." Chloe asked, poking her head into the guest room.
Bulma shook her head and glared out from under her black bangs. "All right. I'll be back soon." The door to her 'room' shut and Bulma continued to look at her bulging stomach. School was almost over. There were only a few weeks left and then it would be summer break. By then, her parents had wanted to come back to Toronto and get her, but she refused, saying that she didn't feel right just leaving. Her parents understood and told her she could come to them when she was ready.
But she didn't know how she was going to tell them that she was pregnant. The only people that knew were Cara and Matt's parents. She wore clothing that was too big for her small figure anyway, so no one thought different at school. The media still hadn't caught on, which surprised Bulma quite a bit though she was glad they didn't. Pounding footsteps came racing up the stairs and ran down the hall.
"B! B! B! I passed!" Cara shouted happily as she burst into the room. Each time she looked at her friend, she couldn't help but wince inwardly. What had happened to the bright, charismatic artist? By the looks of it, she had died with Matt. All that was left was the lifeless, pregnant, and alone shell of the person Bulma used to be. But there was no talking to her. Bulma hardly said anything anymore, and never smiled.
Bulma turned from the mirror and nodded to her best friend, brushing chin length bangs from her face, tucking them behind her ears. "C'mon B, we're got to get you out of here. What do you say, after finals, we get in a car and just drive. Drive anywhere you want to go. We can leave for the whole summer if you want. We can go where someone doesn't know you...and you can smile. How does that sound?"
Bulma shrugged, but nodded her head. "See?" Cara chirped happily. "Doesn't that sound like fun? We can go wherever you want to, stay however long you want too. We don't even have to come back. I'm going to talk with Markus. Why don't you come downstairs with me and sit there? If you have anything to add to what I'm going to tell him, feel free too all right?"
Cara walked to Bulma and took a hold of her hand. Clasping it tightly, she dragged her pregnant friend out the door and down the stairs. "Markus!" Cara called out happily.
"In the study Cara."
Cara flashed Bulma a large grin and walked into the study, tugging Bulma along. Markus looked up from his desk and quickly masked the look of shock that passed over his face. He thought that Bulma couldn't be able to stay in her room for most of her life, but within the last 4 months, she proved him wrong. She came out for nothing other than school. If she were hungry, she'd locate something from her small fridge. Cara and Chloe would make sure it was stocked up with the things she liked, there wasn't a phone in her room, but Bulma had chosen herself to become mute and not talk. If people wanted to see her, they knew where to find her, but the young, devastated Bulma had no other friend but Cara.
"What can I help you with ladies?"
Cara pushed Bulma into one of the large overstuffed chairs and then took the other. "Well Daddy-O, I've been thinking. Summer's almost here right, and the little lady has yet to get out of the house, other then to go to school, and I figure that she needs to get out of the house. So this is what I've been thinking. What if she and I were to pack up the car and then just go? I mean, we get out of here for the summer. I know that she's got to go to the hospital and get check-ups every now and then, but I'm sure that she can get her records to come with her."
"I think that it's a wonderful idea, but have you talked to her about it? Does she know that this is what you're planning?"
"Of course. She told me that she wanted to go with me. Thinks that it's going to be a good idea as well. Plus, gives you and Chloe some time to finish off the nursery. I figure B's going to be staying here until after her baby is born, and wait until it's old enough to fly before she goes to live with her parents. Don't know how they're going to take to being grandparents, but you know, I'm sure they'll understand."
"Well," Markus said, rubbing his green eyes. "If she wants to go, then I'm sure I don't see anything wrong with her going. I know you're going to look out for her, so she's going to be in good hands. You know what you're doing, and I think that this little outing will be good for her. Might get her to come out of her shell a little." He turned and looked at Bulma who sat with her hands clasped in her lap, head down with her curtain of black hair shielding her face. "Honey, you're going to return to yourself soon enough. I know you miss him, hell, we all miss him. But sweetheart, it's time to move on. It's time to break free from your depression. We know that it's going to still be a while, but you need to know that no matter what, we're all going to be here for you."
He got nothing from Bulma, not that he expected her to respond to him. It seemed that Cara and Bulma had their own little language, for Cara understood what Bulma was thinking about and was always the first one to know what was wrong with her. Cara jumped up and pulled Bulma with her. Markus laughed to himself as he watched the two young women leave his office. "This is going to be an experience for you Bulma. I hope you can reach the light soon..."
Cara couldn't stop chattering, and Bulma was getting annoyed. She didn't know if it was the fact that her only friend had almost got the full trip planned out, or the fact that her hormones were starting to rage through the roof. She pointed to the door with slitted eye, chest rising and falling. Shaking her long blonde hair out, Cara walked to it and waved. "I was wondering when you were going to get sick of my ramblings. Don't worry. All you have to do is point left or right, and we'll go there. See you at school tomorrow."
Once she was gone, Bulma started to get undressed. Once she was just in a pair of simple panties, she tugged on a long t-shirt and crawled into bed. She wasn't looking forward to another day of school. She found it pointless that she had to go, but she still went nonetheless, and made not only her life worse, but made it better the same time. School was the only place where she could get some serious thinking done, and school is where she felt most at home.
But once this year was over, Cara was taking her out. Oh, the places they were going to visit. She couldn't help but get a little bit excited. Sliding her right hand onto her stomach, she closed her eyes and willed her body to relax. Something kicked against her hand and a small genuine smile teased the corner of her lips before she forced it away.
Three more months and her child would be born. Doctors figured the beginning of September, meaning that for her grade 11 year, she'd be doing it at home. By the beginning of her senior year, she'd be in Japan with her parents, her child would be almost a year old, and she could try to settle things out with herself. But not until she was with her parents. Closing her eyes, she fell into a peaceful sleep, only to get woken up a few hours later but the non-stop beeping of her alarm clock.
She tugged at the cord and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Walking to the bathroom, she chanced another glance. She was getting to be large, and she was positive that there wasn't any one else in the world other then the three people that know, who knew she was pregnant. She made sure that each article of clothing she bought hid the biggest secret of her life. But what if someone knew?
Shrugging her shoulders, she slipped out of her clothing and got into the shower with little movements. The hot water felt nice running down her tense and swollen body. Another two weeks, and school would be over. Then she would be able to get out of this house and leave.
She got into her car and revved the engine. Placing her backpack beside her, she turned on the stereo and was on her way to school. Speakers pumped out her music and people in cars beside her looked like they were going to scream. Smirking to herself, she turned Rob Zombie up a bit louder and started tapping her fingers in time with the song.
Cara jumped up from the curb and waited for her friend to park. People milled about, chatting to each other and waving as the teens greeted each other on the long walk until the end of school. "So B, I've figured it all out. You know what? We're going to leave this weekend. We're both done our finals right, so why piss around and sit in school for another week? Sound good?"
Bulma gave a quick nod and was about to walk to her first class when she felt a rough hand on her shoulder. "You fucking slut." The voice spoke harshly in her ear. Cara looked up and was about to say something when a hand clamped over her mouth. "You fucking slut. How the hell could you get yourself knocked up by that low-life baby? I'm the one who knows how to treat you right."
Bulma couldn't see who the person was, but knew exactly who was speaking those vile words into her ear. "I know that I'm the one you think about day in and day out, the one you've been dreaming about to be the father of your baby."
She shuddered and Cara struggled to free herself. Bulma watched as her friend lifted her right arm and brought her elbow crashing into the persons' side. The hold was relaxed and she turned around, left fist connecting with his jaw. "Fuck you Jade! What the fuck do you think you're talking about? What the fuck do you think you're doing? Leave B alone! You don't know what she's been through!"
Her eyes were blazing as she advanced on the Jade. "I suggest that you leave her alone. Now, and forever. Or should we go straight to the lawyers and get your probation officer on the line? You know that you're not allowed to be near her at any given point of time. So fuck off."
What happened next seemed like a blur. Grace filled Bulma as she turned around slowly and lifted her right hand. Cara was the only one to see that one of her many rings was turned around on her finger. Bulma's hand made quick contact with Jade's cheek and with some satisfaction, she saw the blood flow smoothly from the swollen flesh.
"Fuck you bitch. That was a freebee, but I know where you're going to move too. I've got friends all over the place. Don't worry. Once you get that stupid kid out of your system, you'll be begging for me to take you back."
Cara held the trembling Bulma close as they watched Jade and his groupies walk off. "Well, I think that's enough school for the rest of the year. How about we leave and go get something to eat? I'm starving."
Digging through Bulma's purse, she found the keys to her black Civic and opened the doors. Bulma slid into the passengers seat, and tossed her bag into the back. Cara did the same and soon enough, they were on the road.
A/N: Well, it seems that some of Bulma's past is starting to show itself. Who is Jade and why does Bulma have a restraining order against him? The later chapters will tell, don't worry!