Hello! I'm MoonPryncess. I haven't tried to write something in a long time, and I've never written a B/V fic, so I thought I would give it a try. I hope you all like this, it's only the prologue. It's another high school fic, but I hope you'll at least give it a chance
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters, so don't yell, ok? Great now that is settled, on with the story!
The blue haired girl looked out from her balcony. Her (also) blue eyes were like a window into her wounded soul. She had a many thoughts running through her head. But most of all, she wondered how it all happened. How come it had to be him, and not her. How come he had to have the problem in his life?
There he was, laying right there in front of her. She thought he was asleep, but no, it was something far worse. He had done it again. Every time she had told him not to, he did. It was his drinking habits, and now his drug use. He just couldn't stop it from happening. No matter how much love she gave him, it was never enough. And now he was in the hospital.
Bulma Briefs had finally had enough of this. If Yamcha was going to continue these habits, there is no way she could have a real relationship with him. But what could she do about it now? He was in the hospital, she couldn't bring herself to break up with him then. So there she was, staring at the ground, thinking about how it all happened.
Bulma Briefs was famous. She was the daughter of the scientific genius, Dr. Briefs, and she herself was a genius. And not only that, but she was beautiful beyond words. Her blue eyes, captivated everyone who looked into them, and her perfect hair the same color. She was petite, but not too small. Five foot four inches was her stature, and she was quite curvaceous.
Bulma, being amazingly wealthy, had to go to the best private school in the area. So her parents decided to send her to Sir Branson's Academy for Men and Women. She was one of the most beloved students, and everyone envying her, and watching her every move. And at the time, it made sense that she dated the most attractive, and wealthiest (second to her) person in the school.
Yamcha Davenport. Mention this name to any girl in the school and she will faint. Being the most attractive male in the school, he was wanted by everyone. Only one girl could really measure up to his standards, and that was Bulma. He was the captain of the lacrosse team and a complete WASP. He did respectably in school and was the heir to a large oil company. He was outgoing, charismatic, charming, and everything Bulma's parents wanted for her. So it seemed.
She was into her tenth grade year at Sir Branson's. And recently, Bulma started to notice that something about Yamcha wasn't quite… right. It wasn't until her best friend Chi-chi King threw her annual Spring Beach Party that Bulma started to really get it. Yamcha would always go to parties and get trashed with his friends. And he'd call sometimes, completely drunk, and would never remember anything. Bulma would get a bit angry, but never really thought much more about it. She told him it was bad, but then would drop it. What else could she do, everyone was drinking at her school. But what she hadn't figured out until Chi-chi's was that there was a more serious underlying problem.
The house was large, white, and had that of a modern design. It also had glass windows everywhere to overlook the beach. The place was beautiful, and the perfect place to throw the annual Spring Beach Party. Bulma had decided to arrive casually late, so she could make her grand entrance. Because of this, Yamcha thought it would be a great time to take the three white pills. He knew Bulma didn't even like his drinking habits, so if she figured out about this, she would throw a fit. And that was just an understatement.
It wasn't until Bulma had arrived that she saw something that she hoped she would never see. There he was lying on the floor. She was hoping he fell asleep, in fact, that's what she thought it was. Yamcha sleeping. It didn't really hit her until her best friend Chi-chi came running up to her and started screaming,
"Bulma! Oh my god! Thank god you're here, he just passed out! The guys in the corner were handing him ecstasy pills, and one minute he's up and dancing and drinking with the guys and the next he's passed out on my floor! I think one of us needs to take him to the hospital… NOW!"
Bulma was still in full shock of the situation. For a couple minutes all she could do was just stand there in awe. Thoughts such as: "What the hell is going on?" and "Is this really my life?" Finally she got enough of herself together to push through the crowd and get help.
"Chi-chi, come on, I need your help lifting him! He's not exactly light you know! He needs immediate medical care, MOVE IT!"
Chi-chi rushed over to Bulma's aid, and helped her get Yamcha outside to Bulma's car. The frantic girls put him in the back seat of her Range Rover. And Bulma drove him to the nearest hospital. From that point on everything was a blur to her. She woke up in the hospital hoping it was all a dream. Sadly it wasn't. And there she was, looking at him. He was lying there like a helpless child. And she realized, that's what they were children.
More thoughts ran through her as he rustled about his hospital bed. And then a nurse came in and said to her,
"He's going to be fine. He's also going to be out for a while, but fine. If it weren't for your immediate reaction, he would have died."
Bulma took one last look at him and sighed.
"That's what I was worried about. Thanks for your help, I'll come by later to check up on him. Thank you."
And with that, Bulma left. She went home to her palace of pure stone. It actually looked like a castle. Everything about her life had been stable – like her stone walls – until this. She just kept wondering how he could do this to himself. They were so young, and there was so much left to do, how could he just throw that hope away? He had everything he needed right in front of him. But she knew he would never get it.
She looked out her balcony, the wind blowing her hair. She seemed to have it all, beautiful home, good looks, the brain, no one need to remind her of that. She just wished there could be some change – for the better. Then she looked down, and she noticed a moving truck. Oh god. The last thing she needed were new neighbors.
Okay, well that's the prologue. I hope you liked it! Please give me a review, or something. I wonder who the new neighbor is?? Lol, anyways until next time…
MoonPryncess