Cinderella DBZ

Chapter Four

The days passed slowly for Bulma, it seemed the more time she spent at her aunt's house the hotter and longer the days were becoming. It had been almost a fortnight since she had seen Goku; the moment she had arrived back 'home' she had been punished severely. It made her all the more determined to visit him again soon never had she missed him so much.

Her two cousins seemed to be the least of the problems, her aunt had bought home a new man a few days ago - which wasn't unusual except this one was a real pig, and he like her adopted family used her as the house servant. Making her fetch him dry clothes, do all the chores, fix the fireplace, repair the air conditioning unit, gut the meat, the worst job yet Bulma was having to do now. Unblock the sewage system.

It seemed someone had managed to block the waste system up and raw sewage was seeping out onto the back garden of her foster home. The new man of the house Shirk was the only one home along with Bulma and he hadn't a clue.

Bulma heard her name being screamed up the staircase again, it was the same deep voice that had hollered and nagged to her all morning, Shirk.

"Yes" she said impatiently leaning over the banister, he was really beginning to get to her, she had finished clearing out the fireplace and was just about to run herself a bath to clean herself up, she looked putting it mildly a state; soot was in her long blue hair and her face was charred by the old ashes she was made to sweep.

"Hey Cinderella get your lazy arse outside and fix the shit that's coming from the ground." He demanded looking up at her.

Shirk was a middle aged Sayan male and he was huge he made the General of the Sayan army Nappa look small compared to him. He had a large beer gut to fit into his complexion and a noticeable lack of hair what made him look even more stupid was the small patch of hair on the top of his head which was a dirty brown shaded colour. Not on any Planet was he going to win any beauty contest, where her aunt had picked him up from Bulma daren't think, smiling to herself she thought of all the diseases he might carry and pass on to her evil relative

'He's so clever isn't he' Bulma thought in her head, mocking him calling her Cinderella obviously she was going to look dirty if she had been cleaning out the fireplace hence why she was about to run a bath. Something that he obviously wasn't familiar with judging by his smell.

"Well get your tiny miserable ass o yours outside now if you don't want me getting yo aunt to throw yo on the streets." He smirked, when he did this it sent a shiver down Bulma's spine, the look he sometimes gave her was purely perverted. He did scare her a lot.

"I think the streets would be pleasant than living here." Bulma said under her breath, but she knew herself she couldn't give up, her parents had always bought her up to fight not retreat and hide like a coward. She was going to make them proud by sticking it out and becoming stronger; she was going to prove them all wrong someway or another.

Bulma hovered down the staircase and went to examine the devastation of the back garden.

What had been a gorgeous green lawn was now a stinky pond of sewage, most disgustingly Bulma could see discarded bits of tissue thinking logically she knew if there was tissue there would most likely be excrement that would explain the grotesque smell.

Holding her nose and trying to prevent herself vomiting she wondered over to the waste hole, like Goku they had a hole in which the waste was emptied into and gets washed away by the river current, due to her aunts selfishness with Bulma's parents money she wouldn't invest in a capsule blaster so the waste and trash would be sent into space. She preferred the free option, letting it clog up rivers for the third world Sayans.

The third world Sayans were the lowest of the low, they lived mostly in the deserts in small gangs robbing unsuspecting passers by none of them had homes to go back to the majority slept in caves and dens dead to the world on lazing on the rocks. Many teenage Sayans such as Bulma who had been given a bad turn in her and were homeless became third world Sayans.

They were underclass and couldn't even find a job in the Planet Purging career as Freeza and the Sayan army were extremely choosy with the subjects they recruited. It left them with little hope so they stuck together in groups some even had their own language.

Many females became sex slaves selling their bodies for little money those were the lucky ones could maybe make enough money to buy a house, if she was going to leave her aunts she would probably be made to live a life like these underclasslings; Bulma had far to much pride for that she wanted to go far in life.

Bulma began emptying buckets of cold water from the tap in the yard, down the waste hole trying to flush out the problem. Each time she emptied a pail into the hole she was rewarded by the most sickening stench imaginable; breathing through her mouth she held one of Serena's skimpy garments over her nose trying not to vomit.

Unfortunately the blockage didn't seem to clear; she was just rewarded with more tissue and excrement pouring up through the small hole and sloshing into the small lake that was forming.

"Fucking Bastard" Bulma cursed to herself as she hovered into the air to avoid the raw sewage; humiliating wasn't the word for it, she had been dragged down to the lowest levels she had ever been in her life; just a few weeks before she lived in a posh house considerably better than most, had a happy family and a small job repairing space pods. It had been the best time in her life without doubt.

All of that had been taken away in just a few minutes in the tragic accident which claimed the lives of both her parents; to make it worse she was forced to live with her mother's two faced butt licking sister and her two devils spawn daughters. What a way to let her grieve. She was now performing repairs on sewage systems and quite literally avoiding shit degrading wasn't a word to put it a third world Sayan wouldn't steep to these levels to earn money.

Bulma swore some more as she heard a cruel laughter come from the open upstairs window of her foster home, it was made from wood and had a log cabin feel to it; her aunt had lived their for as long as Bulma could remember but she visited her mother very little when she was alive. Perhaps that was why Bunny had a strange vision of her sister being the perfect carer for her daughter in reality her sister was the aunt from hell she could have left Bulma on the streets and she would have been treated with more respect.

Her aunt lived in a cute house, but that was all show, most of the nice items like the pool in the back yard had been bought with the money that should rightfully be left in her niece's inheritance.

The laughing continued looking up to the window she saw her aunt's new boyfriend poking fingers at her and laughing meanly, he'd deliberately flushed the toilet obviously knowing very well she was trying to fix the problem. Fortunately for Bulma she had sensed the water flowing from under her and she had managed to fly into the air to avoid the disgusting spillage.

A lone space pod disrupted Bulma from her swearing in her head as it half crash-landed, the noise was deafening as it came into contact with the steel black gates that separated the entrance to the front of the house with the baron desert land around the property. Bulma's aunt had recently invested in grass, something that wasn't native to Vegetaseii it was extremely hard to grow in the harsh climate but she had plastered it all over the front Yard to show off her new found wealth. Admittingly it had been kept perfectly green using water sprinklers which seemed to be switched on 24/7 much to the dismay of the poorer Sayans who lived in the neighbouring community. They struggled for clean drinking water and Bulma's aunt had so much she could waste it all day and night keeping the garden pretty.

Shirk came running out of the front door waving what looked to be a large piece of wood; Bulma had hovered into the air above the house to investigate what was going on. It was highly unusual for space pods to visit her aunt; most that used them were very wealthy or had stolen them. It was something that her air headed tarty aunt had obviously not thought of wasting her free money on no doubt because she wouldn't know how to drive it.

'he's like a primitive caveman' Bulma thought in her head raising an eyebrow as the man reached the space pod and was still wielding his lump of wood angrily. The pod had destroyed the main gates and left a huge bent and melted hole where it had plummeted through. The precious grass around the gates was nothing but a black charred mess, grinning Bulma thanked the heavens perhaps her parents were teaching the in laws a lesson. Now all Bulma prayed for was a thunderbolt to come shooting down and shock all four of them somehow she couldn't see that happening.

In a blind rage the huge red head man smacked the lump of wood onto the roof of the space pod; obviously the only thing that happened was the wood shattered. Bulma could have told him that, she'd worked with space pods after all; they were extremely tough and durable. Made especially for impacts such as crash landings and boiling hot atmospheres an explosion like a nuclear bomb could go off and they would still be in tact. A lump of wood was a pathetic waste of energy not in a million years would the big oaf break into the pod.

Bulma laughed as she perched onto the roof, this was what she had longed for if only her aunt could be here to witness the mess the pod had made of her yard oh what people think if they saw the mess?!

As if her prayers were answered; she heard a scouter bleeping off in the house, her aunt and two cousins had touched down in the backyard that moment, not only were they going to be greeted with the raw sewage lake that had materialised; Bulma's aunt was going to have a fit when she saw the crashed space pod and the destruction it had caused in the front yard.

Happily Bulma clapped her hands; her horoscope must have been good that day! Either that or perhaps this was a glorious dream she was having, whatever the cause she was beaming with positive energy, this was the lift that she needed.

But who was the culprit of the crash??? Bulma wondered as she stopped celebrating and turned her attention back to the space pod nobody had yet ventured out. What if they had been injured?

Disclaimer: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update I really am! I'm going to be honest I have had the worst writers block the past fortnight I was really struggling to write anything that actually seemed readable it was horrible!

I really want to say a HUGE thanks to everyone that reviewed my fanfic CINDERELLA DBZ you all gave me the inspiration and helped to pull me out of my WB. From the bottom of my heart thank you very much.

Hope you liked the new chapter, poor Bulma life really is well... shit for her at the moment isn't it! I hope it all works out nice for her in the end… there's going to be a big twist coming up soon though! Wonder if you've guessed what???

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