Forever holds no guarantee

Chapter Two


The night air was chilly, and Bulma was literally shivering from the cold. To go sit beside the fire would have been easy.. had it not been for her pride.

Pride prevented her from walking over to the group, and joining them in their laughter, food, and warmth.

She would have had no qualms about it, however, had it not been for the fact that Yamcha had made a snide comment earlier about her being useless, and a simple waste of space.

A lone tear burned its way down her cheek at the remembrance of their fight earlier.

For the first time that day, Bulma actually began to wish she'd never come along, that she was, instead, at home, safe and snug in her own bed. No such luck, however. The closest she could get to home was the small capsule house that she currently held in her pocket.

There was no way she was even REMOTELY going to open it, however. If Yamcha thought she was useless now.. There was no telling what he'd think of her then.

"Not hungry?" A voice from behind asked her, sending her whirling around to face them.

"Oh.. Tien.. It's you. Sorry, I thought you were... never mind."

"Yamcha's sleeping." He answered simply, before taking a seat beside her.

"What makes you think I was talking about Yamcha?"

"Well, it could have been the fact that you've been fighting with him all day."

Bulma chuckled in reply. "That's actually ALL we do." Her voice saddened then, but she gave a sigh and brushed it away.

"You know, if you want, you can go back to the house tonight, and I can come get you in the morning." Tien offered, upon noticing the slight tremors that coursed through Bulma's body.

"I've actually got a capsule house with me.. But with the way Yamcha's been riding me today, I'm not sure I'm gonna use it."

"Well, it's gonna get pretty cold tonight, so you might wanna reconsider. You're not gonna do anyone any good if you're sick. Especially yourself."

She nodded in agreement.

"In the meantime, why don't you come sit with us? There's plenty of food.. Provided Son hasn't eaten it all, of course." He told her with a little smile, before standing, and helping her up.

"k..." Was the only reply she gave, before allowing him to lead her to the warmth of the fire.


Late that night, or early that morning, whichever term you preferred, Bulma Briefs could be found digging quietly through the pocket of her jeans, finally determined to swallow her pride and use the capsule house. The others would just have to deal, and accept the fact that she wasn't a great warrior of some kind, and that freezing to death didn't appeal to her. She gave a triumphant cry when she found what she was searching for, before remembering that she was supposed to be quiet. She clamped a hand tightly over her mouth, before giving quick glance over to where Yamcha was, supposedly sleeping.

Needless to say, he wasn't anymore.

"Figured you'd need to resort to something like that."

Bulma groaned.

"Bulma.. if you didn't want to brave the wilderness with the guys, then why come brave the wilderness with the guys?"

"Yamcha, I'm here to make sure everything's ok with you guys. I'm not here to "brave the wilderness." I just wanted to make sure the people I cared about stayed healthy. And ALIVE."

"Don't give me that, Bulma. You could care less what happens to us. You're here to secure your place in the group.

"What in hell's name are you talking about, Yamcha? I'm here because you're my friends. I'm here because I want to make sure everything's ok with you all."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with the fact that you've noticed the fact that people could care less what's going on in your pathetic little life anymore. That they've grown up, and don't need big sister Bulma watching over them anymore."

"I'm here because I care about every single one of you, Yamcha. Not because I'm not needed. Granted, I know as well as anyone that no one wants me here. But at least some people are trying to make it bearable."

"Maybe it's because those people can still stand you, Bulma. I mean, think about it. How many of these people do you actually see on a day to day basis? None, with the exception of me."

For what might have been the first time in her life, Bulma Briefs held her tongue, and let Yamcha finish.

"And do you know why that is?"

She merely shook her head no, fresh tears blurring her vision.

"Because they can't stand you, that's why. Because you bitch, whine, moan and complain about everything. You overstep boundaries that aren't yours to overstep, and you cross lines that you have no business crossing."

It took Bulma a moment to calm her voice, but when she did, her words came out more as a hiss than anything else. "And I suppose this is the way you feel too, right? Because, while the others may not like me, I don't think they actually hate me. Actually, until right now, I didn't know that you did, either. How long have you felt like this?"

"Don't try to turn this around on me, Bulma. You know as well as..."

"HOW LONG?" She interrupted, her voice cold and unforgiving.

"What's it matter? When have you ever cared how I felt before? I really don't see any reason you should start now."

"You're right, it doesn't matter." She replied, before tossing the capsule to him, and heading off in the seperate direction of the campsite.

"I'd be careful how far off you wander. With no friends, who's gonna come looking for you?" Yamcha called after her, before wincing and moving to follow.

Maybe he'd gone a little overboard.

Suddenly, he stopped walking, and gave a short chuckle. Well, she'd wanted the wilderness. There really wasn't anything that could happen to her in one night. The guys would wake up in the morning, and assume she headed home, so they'd go to find her.

Yamcha would let her have her one night of solitude.

With any luck, maybe she'd be so terrified in the morning that she'd WANT to go home.

And that, could NEVER be a bad thing.


If Bulma had thought she was cold before, then now, she'd been dipped in liquid nitrogen.

But, the cold seemed to be getting better now, it wasn't as bitter.

Then again, it could've had something to do with the fact that she could no longer feel her legs.

Actually, she couldn't feel her arms either.

"Oh great.. Throw a fit, why don't you, Bulma? Idiot.. next time you decide to walk of into the woods, alone, in the freezing night, at least take the kami forsaken capsule WITH you! But noooo.. I just had to be an idiot, and let mr. moron get me so upset that I'll probably freeze to death, and no one's gonna come looking for me. And I'll sit here and rot on the forest floor.. Or maybe I'll get eaten by a wolf. And of course, I won't be able to run because my whole body'll be completely numb." She rambled on endlessly for a few more moments, before finally plopping down under a tree and sobbing.

Maybe Yamcha WAS right. She hardly ever saw any of the old group anymore. Goku included. And he had been one of her best friends.

Maybe she had chased all of her friends away.

She gave a quick sigh, before deciding that it was too much to worry about right now. She was too sleepy, and it was definitely less cold now.

The thought of hypothermia never crossed the blue haired genius' mind.


At half past five, morning's light finally shined its light on the group of sleeping warriors. They cooked a quick breakfast, still completely unaware that one member was missing.

It wasn't until after they'd finished eating that Goku glanced around, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Hey.. Where's Bulma?"

Two of the men merely glanced around the campsite, much as Goku had done, before shrugging, and turning to the fourth warrior.

"Hey, Yamcha, did you take Bulma home last night or something? I can't sense her anywhere around here." Krillin asked his friend.

"I can't sense her either." Goku chimed in, before he too turned his attention back to the scarred fighter.

Yamcha merely continued staring at the ground, his face contorted in what appeared to be a guilty frown. "We got into a fight last night, she got pissed, and walked off. I figured she'd come back.. but she didn't."

"You let her go off, by herself, into the wilderness? Yamcha, what's wrong with you? That doesn't sound like something you'd do!" Krillin exclaimed, before blinking a couple times, and shrugging his shoulders. "Don't know why I'm shocked.. That actually sounds exactly like something you'd do."

"Guess we should go find her, huh? She's probably not too far off." Tien spoke, before climbing to his feet. Something was nagging at his stomach though. If Bulma was nearby, as she should've been, then why couldn't he sense her? for that matter, why couldn't any of them sense her? Goku should have been able to feel something.

"Yeah, we'll split up. Krillin, you head back to Capsule corp, see if anyone there's heard from her. Tien, you head North, I'll head south, and Yamcha, you search around here. Maybe she'll wander back in a few minutes."

"Why should I stay here? I mean, it's not like she's a baby, I'm sure she'll be ok if left alone for a few minutes."

"Have you even considered the fact that she didn't come back because she's hurt?" Tien snapped, before rolling his eyes and turning to take off. "Stay here, Yamcha. If she sees you, it's not going to put her in a happy mood."

Yamcha moved to make a smart remark to Goku, but he too had gone in search of his missing friend.

"Well, so much for the 'they hate Bulma' theory..." He stated to himself, before grabbing a magazine from his bag, and plopping down under a tree.

She was probably just doing all of this for attention anyway, right?

After all, what was the worst that could happen...?


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