Silver Lining
Silver Lining
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– This fic is a one shot Yuri fic, so if you can’t handle girl/girl action then
I suggest leavleave. This is my first Yuri fic AND my first fic overall, so be
patient with me.
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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-style:italic\'>The story takes place in
an A/U where Mr. Popo wasn’t able to find all the Earth Dragon Balls in order
to revive Goku on planet Namek (because if you remember he
the space Pod but Vegeta remained dead and Goku died when planet Namek blew up.
This fic is about how Chichi and Bulma feel afterwards, dealing with the death
of Goku, the knowledge they cannot bring Yamcha back to life, and how they feel
about each other.
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Bulma sighed as she slowly swung
back and forth on the old wooden swing, her mind a shattered mess of grief and
loneliness. Usually going to the park helped to soothe her nerves – helped her
forget about Goku and Yamcha. Today however, seeing all the muscled men
prancing around after frisbee’s with their giggling girlfriends watching them
made Bulma feel empty and sad.
Everything happy reminded her of
all the good times she’d had with Yamcha and everything sad reminded her of
what she’d lost. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair tGokuGoku and Yamcha had died -
they should have been alive to celebrate Frieza’s death with them, instead they
were in the other dimension with Tien, Choutzu and Krillen.
They’d probably forgotten all
about her by now.
A single, glistening tear
trickled down Bulma’s cheek and she quickly brushed it away with a shaking hand.
She missed Yamcha so much! Even though they had fought like cats and dogs at
times they had always come back to each other; they’d loved each other even if
they’d never said the words.
Yet, Bulma missed Goku even more
then she missed Yamcha. Goku had been her best friend in the entire Universe -
and now he was gone and she was all alone again.
“Poor Chichi.” Bulma mumbled to
herself as she stood up and dusted herself off.
Chichi hadn’t taken the death of
Goku well and the knowledge that he couldn’t be wished back to life with the
Earth dragon balls had crushed her spirit. She wasn’t the same person anymore.
Gone were the days when she would smile, these days Chichi was merely sad and
always seemed just a little depressed. Gohan was the only thing she had left in
her world and she was fiercely protective of him.
Bulma straightened her clothes
off and smoothed a hand over her shiny blue hair. She glanced around the park
with a dull gaze, realising with a small shock that she no longer felt serene
here. The park was too loud, too bright and far, far too real.
A small but beautiful smile
slipped over Bulma’s full red lips as she though of Chichi. With her long dark
hair, deep black eyes and her beautiful body Chichi was a woman in every sense
of the words. She was perfect. Abruptly Bulma shook her head and frowned as she
clamped down on those thoughts. She wouldn’t think things like that about her friend.
It was wrong.
With a final gaze around the park
Bulma walked away, her shoes crunching over the autumn leaves as she made up
her mind to visit Chichi.
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Chichi felt her stomach flip as she
saw Bulma park her car outside and get out. The butterflies in her stomach
worsened as Bulma shook her long blue hair out of a ponytail, the strands of
hair catching the sun and glistening like strings of jewels. She swallowed and
watched furtively through the curtains as Bulma walked up the drive, her long
and shapely legs swinging.
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“Okay, she’s your friend – just
your friend!” Chichi told herself shakily, trying to get rid of the nervous
feeling in her stomach that she felt whenever she saw Bulma. She hadn’t always
felt like this when she saw her blue haired friend, only since her Goku had
died. Chichi didn’t’ know if it was wrong to feel like this - she didn’t even
know where the feelings had come from, but if she was honest with herself she
had to admit that her thoughts strayed to Bulma more and more these days.
Could anyone blame her though? The doorbell chimed and Chichi got “Hi Bulma.” Chichi greeted Bulma “Hey Chichi!” Bulma grinned back “Oh, yes of course you can.” Now “I’d love something colBulmBulma “Coping.” Chichi laughed softly “How’s Gohan doing?” Bulma took a Bulma jerked herself back to
Bulma was beautiful! It was impossible not to feel so strongly about someone
who was so beautiful both inside aut.
up and let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. On the way to the
door she glanced in the ornamental mirror that hung on the wall near the door.
She looked better - not as haggard and thin as she had during the first year
after Goku had died. Self-consciously Chichi tidied her hair, wondering why she
felt the need to look good for her friend and the need to impress her.
warmly as she opened the door and smiled at her friend.
and spontaneously leaned forward and hugged her. They stood there awkwardly for
a second before Bulma pulled back and spoke again, a bright red flush spreading
over her cheeks. “Can I come in?” She tucked a strand of blue hair behind her
ear nervously.
it was Chichi’s turn to blush. How could she have forgotten to invite her in?
Chichi moved back from the door way and let the blue haired waif in, her dark
eyes running down Bulma’s body as she walked past her. “Would you like something
to drink?” She asked.
followed Chichi through to the kitchen, wondering if she’d imagined Chichi
checking her out. Gracefully Bulma sat down at the table and mulled over this
while she watched Chichi pull a can of soft drink out of the fridge. “So how
have you bee Chi?” She asked finally, deciding that she must have imagined the
look Chichi had given her.
and her eyes began to glisten with tears. “I still miss him and it still hurts and
all, but I’m coping better then I was before.” She watched Bulma open her can
of drink and sighed to herself as the pain of losing Goku ripped through her
like a knife.
sip of her drink found herself wondering how Chichi’s hair could be so thick
and glossy. Her own hair was rather listless at the moment butchi’chi’s was
full and thick…
reality when she found herself wanting to run her hands through Chichi’s hair.
What was wrong with her today? Chichi was her friend!
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“Gohan’s still living with his
grandpa.” Chichi admitted in a small voice. “I don’t think I’m well enough to
look after him yet, I still get depressed sometimes.” Her tears spilled over
and Chichi turned her face away so Bulma wouldn’t see her cry.
“Oh, honey! It’ll be okay!” Bulma
put her drink down and moved around the table to hug Chichi. “It’ll get better;
you just have to find the silver lining, that’s all.” She swallowed hard as her
body tingled all over from the close proximity to Chichi.
Chichi hugged Bulma tight and
rested her head on her shoulder. “I know.” She felt a tear slip down her cheek
as she continued to speak. “I try to see the bright side of things, but I
can’t.” Chichi swallowed before she kept talking. “I’ve tried dating again but,
but I just can’t seem to get on with any of the guys, I-I don’t know what to do
when I’m with them.”
Bulma felt a small rush of
perverse happiness that Chichi couldn’t get on with men. “It’s okay, I know what
you mean. I’m just so afraid that if I get involved with another guy they might
hurt me again by leaving.” Bulma said truthfully.
Chichi felt Bulma gently run her
fingers through her long dark hair and she shivered, pressing her face into
Bulma’s neck to muffle her moaulmaulma kissed the top of Chichi’s head and
moved her hands down to circle around her friend’s waist, tightening them
sensually.
Slowly Chichi turned her face up
to Bulma’s, her eyes uncertain as Bulma looked down at her lips and slowly lowered
her face to Chichi’s. Their lips met in a soft and gentle kiss and Bulma’s eyes
drifted shut. She moaned quietly as Chichi pressed herself into the kiss,
feeling Bulma’s body tremble against hers as their kiss deepened.
Bulma ran her tongue along Chichi’s
lip and gasped when Chichi’s hand gently stroked against her breast. Chichi
ed Bed Bulma again as she felt her nipple harden under her touch and heard
Bulma moan. She felt the other woman’s hand move up to tangle in her hair,
pulling her back in for a kiss.
Bulma’s mouth opened to hers and
their kiss deepened even more as her tongue beat sexily against Chichi’s. She
felt a flood of honeyed warmth spread through her body as her lover pressed her
body close once more and moaned quietly.
“Chichi, is this right?” Bulma
asked shakily and pulled back, her eyes uncertain as she looked down at her friend’s
passion bruised lips.
Chichi took a shuddering breath
and nodded. “It feels right.”
“It feels good.” Bulma admitted
and ran a hand over the material covering Chichi’s stomach, smiling when she shivered
under her touch. “Do you…like me Chichi?” She asked quietly, unsure of wwas
was
happening between them.
“Yes. More then…” Chichi
swallowed before continuing. “More then any man.”
“Really?” Bulma’s eyes glowed
with happiness and she smiled. “I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt about
you, but…but I care about you too Chi.” She traced the curve of Chichi’s jaw,
surprised when she pulled her close to kiss her once more, running her tongue
over herl, sl, soft lips.
Chichi took Bulma’s hand and led
her over to the couch, where they nestled together comfortably. Chichi kissed Bulma
again, loving the look of happiness that had replaced the confusion in her
friend’s eyes. There was something so right about the she she felt for Bulma.
Bulma gave her a devilish wink
and un-buttoned her top, letting it fall open. She swallowed hard, glanced at
Chichi’s face then un-did her bra and slid it off in a graceful and elegant
movement. Chichi bit her lip a she reached out tentative hands to cup Bulma’s
breasts, shaping the glowing white flesh with her hands and running her fingers
over Bulma’s aching nipples.
“Your so perfect!” Chichi
whispered softly, lowering her face to kiss each breast. She got to her knees
and pulled off her dress, throwing it casually to the side as she drew Bulma up
beside her and led Bulma’s hands up to her own breasts.
enjoying the silky softness of Bulma’s skin.
Bulma leant in and kissed Chichi’s
neck, gently placing a love bite there, then she began to slowly kiss her way
down to Chichi’s breast – her kisses butterfly light. Chichi bit her lip to
keep from crying out as Bulma drew her nipple into her mouth and began to
gently suckle. She rolled her eyes up to look at Chichi then gave her a
flirtatious wink as she pushed Chichi onto her back and kissed a trail down to
her stomach, dipping her tongue into her belly button as she continued to move
lower.
Chichi’s eye widened as she
realised what Bulma was about to do and her hands grasped the material of the
couch as Bulma pulled down her panties and began to explore the most intimate
part of her. The pleasure swept through her body like a warming glow and it was
all Ci coi could do to keep from passing out from the sheer bliss. Eventually
Bulma pulled back and smiled softly as she licked her lips.
hair off her face and smiled.
“Already?” Chichi asked
playfully. Bulma pointed at the clock on the mantel and Chichi gasped as she realised
that they had been on the couch exploring each other’s body for over an hour.
Suddenly feeling shy, Chichi looked anywhere but at Bulma as she asked the one question
that was plaguing her. “Bulma? Where do we go from here?”
“I don’t really know.” Bulma bit
her lip and looked at the floor, her blue locks falling in front of her face to
hide her expressive eyes. “I guess we can keep seeing each other.” She looked
back up with glowing eyes and Chichi sighed with relief.
“That’d be nice.” Chichi stood up
and collected her clothes, dressing again as she pondered over what had just
happened between them. She walked Bulma to the door and shyly kissed her
goodbye, hugging her tightly as she whispered in her ear; “I love you Bulma
Briefs.”
Bulma blinked dazedly down at
her. “I-I love you too.” She blushed and kissed Chichi, then turned to the door,
hastily buttoning her shirt as sli slipped outside. Bulma walked lightly to her
car and looked back at the house. Smiling, she blew a kiss to Chichi who was
framed in the window watching.
“I found my silver lining.”
Chichi whispered to herself and smiled as she watched Bulma drive away.
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