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Black Sunrise
She looked up at the sky and held her hands in the air loving the feeling of the wind through her fingers. Cara had suggested that they take her convertible for the road trip, stating that the soft-top car would make for a better ride. Bulma couldn't have agreed more. The wind cooled off her heated body, and for once in the passed 5 months, she could forget everything.
Cara noticed the simple changes and felt that soon enough, her friend was going to break free from the tight hold of the darkness, and once more let herself become the person that she used to be. But she knew not to press her friend. Though she chose not to speak, she had other means of communication; most of them were spoken through her black eyes. They had been on the road for almost 5 weeks, going really nowhere and yet everywhere at the same time.
They came well equipped with cameras and every place that they had went, pictures were taken. Bulma put a hand on her stomach and smiled to herself. Nothing could be more perfect. "Hey, we're coming up to BC, want to stop and take a picture?"
Bulma nodded and they pulled off to the shoulder and Cara positioned her friend in front of the large sign. "Your kid is going to love these! You're so beautiful B, why can't you just ditch the black?"
She shivered and held up her hands in a peace offering as Bulma growled and narrowed her eyes. "All right, all right, I won't mention it again." Chuckling, she tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and hopped back into the car. "You excited about your up-coming labor?"
Bulma rolled her eyes and she buckled herself into the car. Only another few weeks until her child was born, and then half a year until she could be with her parents again. Maybe she'd start school when she got there.
The car started up again and soon Bulma found herself submerged in thoughts. How was she going to manage a baby and school? How would she get another boyfriend when she all ready has a child? Wait, why did she want a boyfriend?
A pain shot through her stomach and she rubbed the protruding bulge. Cara looked at her. "You ok B?"
She nodded her head and opened her eyes. The trees in the mountains were more beautiful then anything she had ever known. She felt at home here locked away in the wilderness. Another pain seared through her and she doubled over. The car immediately pulled over and Cara jumped out of her seat. Racing to the other side of the car, she flung the door open and looked down at her friend. "So much for babies being on time!" Pulling out her cell phone, she punched in a few numbers.
"Hello. Yes, I need an ambulance. No, well yes, big emergency. Friend is having her baby. No you dick, right now. Yellowhead going west. Just passed the Alberta/BC border. Yes, there. You'd better hurry up."
Cara clapped her hands. "Bulma, you're going to be a mother! You're going to see your mother soon, and she's going to freak about becoming a grandmother!"
Chloe had been paranoid that Bulma would go into labor on their little trip, so in the trunk, along with their bags, was Bulma's hospital bag, the car seat and another bag filled with baby things. "Good old Chloe."
She picked up her cell phone once more and dialed the number to where Bulma had been staying for the passed 4 months. After explaining what was going on, Cara hung up the phone a few minutes later and held onto her friends' hand. "Don't worry darling. The ambulance people will be here shortly."
Bulma glared at her honey-hued friend and chewed on her bottom lip as another contraction wracked her black encased body. She didn't know how much longer she could sit and wait while her friend was in pain, but she knew that if the ambulance didn't come in a few minutes, she'd freak.
Ten minutes later Bulma was in the back of the ambulance still chewing on her lip while Cara gave the two young men a piece of her mind. "You made her wait a half hour until you bone heads decided to show up. What, you think those sirens on top won't give you guys personal access to use the road that you deem necessary to come and pick up a pregnant woman!?"
They had long since given up on trying to calm down the blonde haired woman and turned their attention onto the woman stretched out on the stretcher. "You're going to be there in a few minutes Miss. Don't you worry."
"She's not worried. If she were to tell you how pissed off she is, then you'd hear it! Then you two would be worried!"
The two men looked at each other and then down to the pregnant woman. "So, she doesn't talk huh?"
"Nope, not a word. But I suggest you don't say anything about it and get us to that damned hospital!"
"We're all ready there. Doctors are ready so don't worry. Your friend will be in good hands."
Bulma had no clue what was going on around her. Fingers grasping the metal guard on the wheeled stretcher clenched tighter. Cara squeezed her shoulder as she was called to the front desk to fill out some paperwork. After everything was looked after, she wandered down the hall and found her friend being examined by a woman. "Well, you're about 7 cm dilated. Just a few more to go. How long ago did your water break?"
"About half an hour ago." Cara said, bouncing into the room. Bulma didn't know what the sex of her baby was going to be, though Cara did. She threatened to beat up the doctor if she didn't tell her the gender of her best friends' unborn child. Chloe knew as well, and Cara giggled to herself happily as she took a seat beside her friend.
"Well, it seems that your baby isn't going to wait to come out. I'm going to get the doctor and get him to take another look at you. By that time, you should be well on your way wanting to push your child into the world."
Bulma growled and laid her head against the pillow and squeezed Cara's hand tightly as yet another contraction came over her body. She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to take the pain that coursed through her body every half a minute. Just then, a doctor walked in with a few nurses in tow.
After giving her the routine examination, he snapped off his latex gloves and grinned. "Just a few more minutes Miss. Briefs, and then you'll be good and ready." Bulma rolled her eyes and laid her head back down on the pillow. Black hair was fanned out across the pillow, damp strands on her forehead and on her cheeks.
A low moan escaped from her mouth as she pushed her chin into her chest, Cara grabbing her knees and pulling them back.
15 minutes later, Bulma produced a squealing baby girl. Cara grinned and clapped her hands together happily after she placed a dozen kisses on Bulma's forehead. "Oh B! She's beautiful!"
Bulma closed her eyes and let a few tears slip from them. Quickly wiping them away, she nodded her head as she once more looked at her best friend. "Oh, darling, I'll be right back. I just cannot get enough of my little girl over there!"
A few nurses looked at the women with startled expressions. Bulma rolled her eyes and struggled to sit up. Snatching a hair tie from her wrist, she deftly pulled her black hair into a sloppy ponytail. A few minutes later, a plump nurse came walking to Bulma's bedside and produced a clean, pink- faced baby wrapped tightly in a white blanket. Cara clapped once more like a maniac and plopped herself down into a chair. "B, she's just, beautiful! Open your eyes darling! Let's see if you have green eyes like your daddy, or blue eyes like your mommy?"
The tiny baby screwed up her face and started to wail, but Bulma held her close and began to rock her. Cooing to her new child, she nuzzled her cheek into her daughters' and looked to Cara with a shocked look. The eyes in question were open now. Leaning over the little girl, the blonde woman gasped loudly for her left eye was blue, and the right was green. "Holy sh...oes!"
Bulma nodded and licked her lips. Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips and uttered out two words. "Rayne Ava."
If Cara was surprised that her best friend had just spoken, she hid it well. "Oh, little Rayne! You're going to be a beauty like your mommy!"
Bulma allowed Cara to ogle her newborn daughter for a few more minutes before she pointed to the door and handed her child over to the nurse. Rubbing a hand over her eyes, she watched as her daughter was carried off, and within moments, welcomed sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, but when she woke up, Chloe and Markus were there smiling down at her. Dragging her hands over her face, she sat up and waved. Chloe was beaming and Markus smiled. Cara was giggling like mad, eyeing Bulma from over her Styrofoam coffee cup. Chloe hugged the weary girl and kissed her forehead.
"I don't know how your parents are going to take to the news of themselves becoming grandparents, but I can sure tell you that if they're mad all they have to do is take one little look at the little darling and they'll fall instantly in love with her." Bulma smiled at Chloe's words and nodded her head.
"And the name!" Markus cooed. "It's brilliant. I knew that you wouldn't go for something boring and usual. You're a unique person, and your daughter has such a unique name. Another day, and we'll take you all home."
The three stayed with Bulma until visiting hours were over, and soon she was left with her daughter nestled in the nook of her arm. Her heart was breaking and tears started to pool in her eyes, forcing herself to blink and look away from the sleeping babe. The only man she had ever loved, the father to her child, was dead.
Here was Bulma Briefs, a 16-year-old mother with a fatherless child. The famous painter, daughter to the most powerful man in the business world, a teen mother. She could see the headlines now, and vowed to keep her daughter away from prying eyes. Now all she had to do was wait 8 months to be reunited with her parents. Bulma couldn't figure out how she was going to tell her father. Her mother was going to be easy, but her father would most likely rage.
Shaking her head, Bulma focused her attention to her daughter once more, deciding to fight the future battle when it was time to engage in the clash of opinions.
Black Sunrise
She looked up at the sky and held her hands in the air loving the feeling of the wind through her fingers. Cara had suggested that they take her convertible for the road trip, stating that the soft-top car would make for a better ride. Bulma couldn't have agreed more. The wind cooled off her heated body, and for once in the passed 5 months, she could forget everything.
Cara noticed the simple changes and felt that soon enough, her friend was going to break free from the tight hold of the darkness, and once more let herself become the person that she used to be. But she knew not to press her friend. Though she chose not to speak, she had other means of communication; most of them were spoken through her black eyes. They had been on the road for almost 5 weeks, going really nowhere and yet everywhere at the same time.
They came well equipped with cameras and every place that they had went, pictures were taken. Bulma put a hand on her stomach and smiled to herself. Nothing could be more perfect. "Hey, we're coming up to BC, want to stop and take a picture?"
Bulma nodded and they pulled off to the shoulder and Cara positioned her friend in front of the large sign. "Your kid is going to love these! You're so beautiful B, why can't you just ditch the black?"
She shivered and held up her hands in a peace offering as Bulma growled and narrowed her eyes. "All right, all right, I won't mention it again." Chuckling, she tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and hopped back into the car. "You excited about your up-coming labor?"
Bulma rolled her eyes and she buckled herself into the car. Only another few weeks until her child was born, and then half a year until she could be with her parents again. Maybe she'd start school when she got there.
The car started up again and soon Bulma found herself submerged in thoughts. How was she going to manage a baby and school? How would she get another boyfriend when she all ready has a child? Wait, why did she want a boyfriend?
A pain shot through her stomach and she rubbed the protruding bulge. Cara looked at her. "You ok B?"
She nodded her head and opened her eyes. The trees in the mountains were more beautiful then anything she had ever known. She felt at home here locked away in the wilderness. Another pain seared through her and she doubled over. The car immediately pulled over and Cara jumped out of her seat. Racing to the other side of the car, she flung the door open and looked down at her friend. "So much for babies being on time!" Pulling out her cell phone, she punched in a few numbers.
"Hello. Yes, I need an ambulance. No, well yes, big emergency. Friend is having her baby. No you dick, right now. Yellowhead going west. Just passed the Alberta/BC border. Yes, there. You'd better hurry up."
Cara clapped her hands. "Bulma, you're going to be a mother! You're going to see your mother soon, and she's going to freak about becoming a grandmother!"
Chloe had been paranoid that Bulma would go into labor on their little trip, so in the trunk, along with their bags, was Bulma's hospital bag, the car seat and another bag filled with baby things. "Good old Chloe."
She picked up her cell phone once more and dialed the number to where Bulma had been staying for the passed 4 months. After explaining what was going on, Cara hung up the phone a few minutes later and held onto her friends' hand. "Don't worry darling. The ambulance people will be here shortly."
Bulma glared at her honey-hued friend and chewed on her bottom lip as another contraction wracked her black encased body. She didn't know how much longer she could sit and wait while her friend was in pain, but she knew that if the ambulance didn't come in a few minutes, she'd freak.
Ten minutes later Bulma was in the back of the ambulance still chewing on her lip while Cara gave the two young men a piece of her mind. "You made her wait a half hour until you bone heads decided to show up. What, you think those sirens on top won't give you guys personal access to use the road that you deem necessary to come and pick up a pregnant woman!?"
They had long since given up on trying to calm down the blonde haired woman and turned their attention onto the woman stretched out on the stretcher. "You're going to be there in a few minutes Miss. Don't you worry."
"She's not worried. If she were to tell you how pissed off she is, then you'd hear it! Then you two would be worried!"
The two men looked at each other and then down to the pregnant woman. "So, she doesn't talk huh?"
"Nope, not a word. But I suggest you don't say anything about it and get us to that damned hospital!"
"We're all ready there. Doctors are ready so don't worry. Your friend will be in good hands."
Bulma had no clue what was going on around her. Fingers grasping the metal guard on the wheeled stretcher clenched tighter. Cara squeezed her shoulder as she was called to the front desk to fill out some paperwork. After everything was looked after, she wandered down the hall and found her friend being examined by a woman. "Well, you're about 7 cm dilated. Just a few more to go. How long ago did your water break?"
"About half an hour ago." Cara said, bouncing into the room. Bulma didn't know what the sex of her baby was going to be, though Cara did. She threatened to beat up the doctor if she didn't tell her the gender of her best friends' unborn child. Chloe knew as well, and Cara giggled to herself happily as she took a seat beside her friend.
"Well, it seems that your baby isn't going to wait to come out. I'm going to get the doctor and get him to take another look at you. By that time, you should be well on your way wanting to push your child into the world."
Bulma growled and laid her head against the pillow and squeezed Cara's hand tightly as yet another contraction came over her body. She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to take the pain that coursed through her body every half a minute. Just then, a doctor walked in with a few nurses in tow.
After giving her the routine examination, he snapped off his latex gloves and grinned. "Just a few more minutes Miss. Briefs, and then you'll be good and ready." Bulma rolled her eyes and laid her head back down on the pillow. Black hair was fanned out across the pillow, damp strands on her forehead and on her cheeks.
A low moan escaped from her mouth as she pushed her chin into her chest, Cara grabbing her knees and pulling them back.
15 minutes later, Bulma produced a squealing baby girl. Cara grinned and clapped her hands together happily after she placed a dozen kisses on Bulma's forehead. "Oh B! She's beautiful!"
Bulma closed her eyes and let a few tears slip from them. Quickly wiping them away, she nodded her head as she once more looked at her best friend. "Oh, darling, I'll be right back. I just cannot get enough of my little girl over there!"
A few nurses looked at the women with startled expressions. Bulma rolled her eyes and struggled to sit up. Snatching a hair tie from her wrist, she deftly pulled her black hair into a sloppy ponytail. A few minutes later, a plump nurse came walking to Bulma's bedside and produced a clean, pink- faced baby wrapped tightly in a white blanket. Cara clapped once more like a maniac and plopped herself down into a chair. "B, she's just, beautiful! Open your eyes darling! Let's see if you have green eyes like your daddy, or blue eyes like your mommy?"
The tiny baby screwed up her face and started to wail, but Bulma held her close and began to rock her. Cooing to her new child, she nuzzled her cheek into her daughters' and looked to Cara with a shocked look. The eyes in question were open now. Leaning over the little girl, the blonde woman gasped loudly for her left eye was blue, and the right was green. "Holy sh...oes!"
Bulma nodded and licked her lips. Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips and uttered out two words. "Rayne Ava."
If Cara was surprised that her best friend had just spoken, she hid it well. "Oh, little Rayne! You're going to be a beauty like your mommy!"
Bulma allowed Cara to ogle her newborn daughter for a few more minutes before she pointed to the door and handed her child over to the nurse. Rubbing a hand over her eyes, she watched as her daughter was carried off, and within moments, welcomed sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, but when she woke up, Chloe and Markus were there smiling down at her. Dragging her hands over her face, she sat up and waved. Chloe was beaming and Markus smiled. Cara was giggling like mad, eyeing Bulma from over her Styrofoam coffee cup. Chloe hugged the weary girl and kissed her forehead.
"I don't know how your parents are going to take to the news of themselves becoming grandparents, but I can sure tell you that if they're mad all they have to do is take one little look at the little darling and they'll fall instantly in love with her." Bulma smiled at Chloe's words and nodded her head.
"And the name!" Markus cooed. "It's brilliant. I knew that you wouldn't go for something boring and usual. You're a unique person, and your daughter has such a unique name. Another day, and we'll take you all home."
The three stayed with Bulma until visiting hours were over, and soon she was left with her daughter nestled in the nook of her arm. Her heart was breaking and tears started to pool in her eyes, forcing herself to blink and look away from the sleeping babe. The only man she had ever loved, the father to her child, was dead.
Here was Bulma Briefs, a 16-year-old mother with a fatherless child. The famous painter, daughter to the most powerful man in the business world, a teen mother. She could see the headlines now, and vowed to keep her daughter away from prying eyes. Now all she had to do was wait 8 months to be reunited with her parents. Bulma couldn't figure out how she was going to tell her father. Her mother was going to be easy, but her father would most likely rage.
Shaking her head, Bulma focused her attention to her daughter once more, deciding to fight the future battle when it was time to engage in the clash of opinions.