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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Thirty-four
You wiped sweat off of your face with a cool, damp towel. As you took a deep breath you also spotted off some sweat from your chest and the back of your neck. You weren't the only one taking a breather but you had been the only one at the gym since it opened up. The sun had almost set and you mildly started to wonder what buffet place you were about to raid. Your stomach was almost at that point that you couldn't concentrate. Still…you could push yourself some more. So you did.
You'd started out the day with actual exercises. Running as fast as you could for as long. You were just quite glad that the treadmill had kept up with you. And that there weren't too many people in the small gym that day. As much as you wanted to be better than you were, you hated when people stared. And it wasn't like you had a special gym that you could go to for those who were otherwise super powered. So you used what you had at your disposal. Next was a variety of weighted exercises.
You pushed yourself all the way till lunch. Which you then ate a small party tray from your favorite place while sitting at the park. Afterwards it was on to the actual form - the stances, the way you hit, when you hit, how to block. All of the techniques that you had never had time to learn or were never taught growing up. And though you had been practicing since you got back to Earth you were still...sorta a beginner. Sure you were in the intermediate classes much to the awe of your teachers but you still felt like you were at the beginning. You weren't focused on doing any of them too fast or too strong because you didn't want to hurt anyone. You focused more on doing them correctly and making it feel natural. That's what you'd been doing for the last few hours. You'd gone through every sparring partner and all of your teachers, practicing with anyone who wanted to when they walked in through the door.
The only reason you stopped was because it was time for the actual classes to start. And the fact that you felt like you could eat a cow. That, at this point, was barely an overstatement. You were pretty sure that by the time you finished raiding all of the meats and yummy things at the buffet you'd have eaten enough to outweigh a baby cow. And even though it went into your stomach you had no idea where it all went.
Before you made it out of the door, however, you were stopped by a familiar figure. Her blue hair made her stand out quite a bit. Even among the radical colors of those around you. Bulma stood with a smile, sitting atop what looked to be a suped up motorcycle.
"I thought I'd find you here," Bulma said with a smile.
...she'd been looking for you? Why?
"How'd you find me? Why'd you find me?" you asked, blinking and looking at her.
She smiled, "I'm resourceful if you hadn't noticed. I just looked up all the best martial arts centers and correlated gossip about a girl with an insane amount of endurance. But I have to say, I'm surprised to find that it was this one. Satan's gym huh?"
"The guys here don't break if I touch them," you said with a bit of a shrug.
You tried to ignore the hype around Hercule Satan. Because it all felt over the top to you. But at the same time you had to admit that he had the best commercial training facilities. Those who wanted to be just like their hero trained hard, probably harder than the former champion himself at this point. And while you couldn't use your full physical strength on them they were well trained. Their form was good. And they didn't break if you took them to the floor. You'd started at less well known gyms but after one of the male students there had gotten a sprained from you sweep kicking his foot out from under him (he'd placed his feet wrong apparently...you really weren't sure how that happened), you'd figured out you'd needed people with an insane amount of practice and drive. Other than private masters it seemed that Satan's gyms were the answer.
Bulma smiled at your answer. "You know, if you wanted to come over to practice, you're welcome to."
You visibly hesitated at that. "That'd be dangerous. I'm...still learning. I've only been training in martial arts for the last few months. And that's on the weekends only."
Bulma looked at you in surprise. "Really? Wow. I guess Trunks wasn't joking about anything."
You shook your head, which only made her look at you differently. You didn't mind though. She wasn't looking at you in pity. In fact, she seemed somehow impressed. Or at the very least she wasn't thinking less of you. That was nice.
"Sorry, what'd you need Bulma? I'm hungry and…"
"Far be it for me to get in the way of a saiyan and their dinner," Bulma said. "Hop on, I'll take you to the best place in town. My treat."
You looked down at what you were wearing. And despite the fact that you didn't seem to smell nearly as much as you should, there was still probably sweat lingering in places. You didn't want to get her nice clothes messed up. Although she did seem to be wearing a short leather jacket...still…
"It's okay Bulma...I'm all sweaty."
"Oh girl, if I worried about sweat I wouldn't live with Vegeta," Bulma laughed.
She had a very good point. You climbed onto the bike and waited for her to take off. It was fast but no where near fast enough that you needed to hold onto her. All you did was keep yourself upright on the bike with your legs, and turned at the corners by leaning in with them. Of course she obeyed all the traffic laws so it wasn't like she could really drive the cycle at full speed. But it was a change of pace from walking or ITing everywhere. Still, Nimbus was the best.
Bulma pulled up to a place that looked like you should be wearing a nice dress to get in. You looked down at your clothes in a sort of panic. You were the farthest from fancy and presentable as you probably could ever be. Even walking out in nice underwear would look more classy and lady like than the hole filled and sweaty clothes you were currently in.
"Bulma," you hissed as she told you to get off the bike.
You listened to her of course but that didn't stop your trepidation. She looked quite amused by it too. Which only made the situation feel like this was some sort of cruel joke at your expense.
"Relax. We'll get a private room. Being me has it's advantages you know."
That was apparently the understatement of a century. As soon as she told the rather perturbed looking maitre d' who she was and that she wanted a private room, you and she were jumped ahead of everyone else waiting to be seated. You looked around nervously even as your stomach churned. You were starving; and you were just glad that you made it to the private room before it decided to speak for itself. The loud growl made Bulma laugh.
You blushed heavily as you took your seat. Instantly the waiters brought a couple loaves of bread and some condiments to put on them. Some of which looked quite peculiar to you. You practically fidgeted in your seat as you smelled the wonderful combination of starch and sugar. Warm, fluffy...oh god if she didn't start eating soon you were going to break the chair that you were in.
"Dig in kid," she said, motion to the table.
"I'm technically almost your age…" You muttered.
You didn't feel that old of course but...hey, you'd met her when she had only been a couple years older than you.
"Yeah, from what I heard that doesn't count," Bulma teased you as she cut herself a slice of the bread, lightly buttering it.
The blush faded as you ate. You tried to do the civilized thing and cut yourself a slice of bread before you ate it. But that didn't last for very long until you were just taking large bites out of the soft, delicious loves of bread. You barely paused long enough to put a condiment on them. And in most cases you didn't even do that. When you realized that Bulma hadn't even started with the bread you tried to slow down. The heat of embarrassment colored your face which she seemed to find more amusing than you did. Everyone seemed to find your embarrassment more amusing than you did so that wasn't a surprise.
"Good, for a moment I started to think maybe you were pulling our legs about being a saiyan."
"..this was a test?"
Was she going to stop letting them bring food? Was she lying about it being on her? But you were still hungry! You almost wanted to whine.
Bulma smiled as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. "Maybe a little. But I did want to talk to you. Just between us girls. And I figured if you were just like the guys you'd be happier after I fed you."
Okay. Better. You kind of felt bad about her assuming that you were easier to talk to after you'd been fed. But you couldn't actually refute her logic either. Especially since you were so hungry.
You shrugged slightly, almost an invitation for her to start talking, as you took another big bite of the bed. Seriously, it was delicious. Unfortunately you'd run out at that last bite.
"You love Goku, huh?"
And cue the choking. You reached for the glass of water, trying to avoid swallowing the lemon slice that they'd put in there in your attempt to clear your throat. Bulma simply waited in her spot, waving off the attendants who moved into the room to see if you were okay. How nice of them.
"He was my best friend," you told her after you calmed down.
Bulma nodded her head. "Doesn't mean you don't love him."
Damn her for being right. As much as you were angry at him you still loved him. Or at least, loved the Goku that you remembered. You didn't know if you would love the guy that had no doubt changed through the ages. The one that had died and stayed dead because he felt like it or...whatever that reasoning was. You didn't know that Goku. For all you knew, the Goku that you knew and loved had died a slow death years ago.
You listened as Bulma ordered a few different plates. You had to trust her judgement considering the fact that this was her era of expertise. You weren't a very fancy restaurant kind of person. Since you returned to Earth, buffets had done the job nicely. You hadn't been a fancy diner before you left either.
As you waited for the food to arrive, your immediate hunger at least pacified long enough to wait by the loaves of bread that you'd eaten, Bulma started the conversation back up.
"So, you never answered my question."
You didn't want to answer it. Answering it felt wrong. And you felt cornered. Which was quite funny really seeing as you were pretty sure there was no way she'd ever be able to hold you into a corner. Not even at gunpoint by this time. But there was something about her that was just as intimidating as the day you met her. You supposed she had to be some sort of woman to be able to be around someone as strong and intimidating as Vegeta. Not to mention to roll with the punches that came with being around Earth's mightiest.
"He's dead Bulma," you said, your jaw shifting as you tried not to say so many things that wanted to spill from your lips. "Just...drop it."
"So Gohan hasn't told you yet huh? Man, I don't want to spoil his surprise but…"
You looked at her cautiously as you waited for what she had to say.
"He's coming back. Just for the day but he'll be back for the world martial arts tournament."
You visibly paused. Bulma looked at you as you stared at her in a sort of horror filled shock. You felt your heart pick up pace and pound in your ears. He was coming back? Why now of all time? Of course, the tournament answered that but it felt personal. And if Mr. Popo was to be believed he wouldn't believe you until you called out his name while you and he were on Earth. That's how the wish worked. You'd been avoiding saying his name just incase he didn't have to be on Earth for it to work. You hadn't wanted to disturb his after life with guilt or remorse about what happened, or as you pessimistic mind spoke...regret about marrying you. You were angry at him, furious even, but you weren't cruel. You wanted to kick him in the balls sure but you didn't want him to live with all the pain you had been dealing with.
"He won't remember you huh?" Bulma brought up as the first dish came in.
You served yourself a large helping of the first one, poking at it with a fork. You might have thought you weren't hungry because of this turn in the conversation. But that would be a lie. You could feel your stomach preparing for the intact of delicious food that was bound to come. Still, your mood was much more somber than when she started this whole Goku topic.
"No, he won't."
"Do you want him to?" Bulma asked. "You don't seem very happy."
"I…"
What could you say? What could you say that would make any of this okay? That would hide the truth behind what you really wanted to say? Apparently, it didn't matter very much. Bulma was unraveling you faster than you could compensate more. Maybe breaking down Saiyans was her super power. You wouldn't put it past her.
"I miss him. But no, I don't want him to remember," you settled on.
"Why?" the genius woman asked, raising a fork full of food.
You shoved down a few bites as you tried to think of the best way to answer her. After about a minute, she prompted you with a very pointed look. Which, to any other hungry Saiyan, she realized would have gone overlooked. But you weren't like the boys. You paid more attention to social cues even while you ate. It probably had to do with the fact that you had been raised like a human for the majority of your memories.
"Bulma, just drop it," you told her.
"Sorry hun, not my style. Why don't you want him to remember?"
You ate in silence for a while. A while being long enough to finish you plate. Then again that didn't take you very long. And she moved the other plate that the servers brought in before you were able to reach for it.
"Did something bad happen? Is that why you don't want him to remember?"
"No."
"Something good then?"
"No."
"Then what happened?" she kept prodding.
"Bulma, stop. Look, I just...don't want to talk about it."
And then she said something that made your face heat up to the point where you thought it was going to burst. "You slept with him, didn't you?"
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was right. Though she did look pleased with herself when you fidgeted and tried to finish your meal. Glass after glass you down between bites, just in an attempt not to talk to her.
"Hey, calm down. It's not like what you did was wrong," Bulma tried to make you feel better. "He hadn't married Chichi yet. So he wasn't cheating. You didn't do anything wrong. And I'm sure Goku won't make too big of a deal out of it if he remembers. It's Goku after all. You know him."
Yeah, you did. Which was why you didn't want him to remember.
"It's not just that Bulma. Please, just...I don't want him to remember."
"Well it's not like you had a kid with him."
Oh dear god she wasn't going to drop it.
"Did you?" She prompted.
After some prompting noises and rather pointed pokes and stares, you finally snapped. "We were married, okay? Happy? Kami married us. And then I left. He forgot. And he got married again. I told you to drop it. Are you happy now?"
Bulma sat back in her seat stunned. Her mouth fell open in shock as she tried to digest the information.
"Look, just...don't say anything. I don't want to ruin his family. And I don't want him to remember. I don't want him to feel bad about something he couldn't really help."
"So what do you want to do then?"
"Honestly, I keep thinking about kicking him in the balls."
For once, Bulma did not laugh at what most people would probably take as a joke. Probably because she knew you were fairly serious about that. Also the fact that you just dropped a bit of a bomb.
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