The fic that comes after "Beginnings" ^___^ Hope this one came out okay...I've been working on it for about a month now. >_<
"I've been searching for you
I heard a cry within my soul
I never had a yearning quite like this before
Now that you are walking right through my door
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again…"
--Lenny Kravitz "Again"
". . . But the big story tonight is the increasing crime rate and gang activity in West City," the news broadcaster spoke in a serious tone, glancing down at his report. The televised broadcast then cut to a previously recorded clip of a red haired male kicking a slightly older blonde man into a wall. "No one can explain why . . ."
The turquoise haired young woman looked up from the dragonball scouter that she was upgrading and the news report she was half-watching and noticed her mother standing in the doorway, wearing a floral apron and holding a wooden spoon.
"Do you think you could walk down the street to the hospital to send Goku my get well wishes? I would myself but I have to tend to what's cooking here."
"Sure," Bulma responded, remembering her old hospital-hating friend who had ended up in the hospital due to a long battle. She put the scouter down and got up from the comfortable armchair that she was sitting in. Normally she would take a quick drive to run this errand, but since her father was currently working on her car she would have to make this trip on foot. "I should be back in about half an hour to forty-five minutes."
"Okay, but just be careful," her mother warned, pointing to the news broadcast that was airing on the nearby television. "You know there has been a lot of gang activity around town lately . . ."
Bulma nodded as she walked outside, quietly closing the door behind her.
The setting sun was casting long shadows from the tall skyscrapers onto the busy sidewalks and streets of rush hour traffic as Bulma walked into downtown West City. She brushed a few aqua bangs out of her big blue eyes and looked around at the people walking up and down the crowded sidewalks; everything seemed normal despite the news broadcaster's report and her mother's warning. Business people wearing stiff designer suits rushed from building to building discussing vital plans with their colleagues. Teenage girls walked in groups to the local shopping centers while discussing which stores were having the biggest sales on the latest fashions. A young prostitute who appeared to be homeless stood at a street corner, offering a special on her services for the upcoming weekend.
Hmmm . . . Bulma thought as she examined her surroundings. Everything seems nor- -
"There she is!" came a raspy voice from a nearby alley. "Get her!"
Before she had time to react, Bulma was pushed down and pinned to the ground by a gang of three darkly dressed individuals.
"Mission accomplished," one stated, who was obviously the leader. He glanced over at a comrade. "Notify the boss that we've captured her."
Bulma screamed in terror, struggling to break free from her attackers' grasps as they dragged her to an alley away from the downtown activities. "What are you doing?!? Get off of me! Let me go!"
"Shut up," the gang leader ordered, throwing her against the wall and into a corner of the alley. He then raised his fist, aiming for Bulma's worried face. "Better yet, I'll make you . . ."
Bulma closed her eyes out of fear, anticipating the pain possibility and pain of being knocked out by a male who was double her size. Instead, she heard the sound of another person kicking the enemy in the back of his head and knocking him on the ground in front of her.
She opened her eyes and looked up as the others began to loosen their grips on her. Standing at her feet was a tall young man with messy red hair pushed back by a pair of biker goggles. He was dressed in a tight sleeveless purple top, green leather jeans, and biker boots.
He looks so familiar, Bulma thought as she accepted his hand to help her up. It's as though I've seen him before, but where I don't know . . .
"You three are fucking pathetic," the redhead spoke in a Korean accent, standing directly behind Bulma as though to shield her. "You're so desperate for a fight, and you turn to this beautiful young woman . . ."
"You don't understand . . ." the leader began.
"Don't try to tell me what I fucking don't understand," the Korean snapped back, pushing the gang leader into a wall. "You don't fuck with innocent people, especially with a girl as lovely as her." He turned his attention to the other two and glared at them. "And that goes for your little friends too."
The other two gang members stood in silence.
"How about this?" the leader offered. "You versus the three of us. Whoever wins gets the girl. Understood?"
Bulma gasped in shock. Who the hell are they, she thought in panic. And what do they need - -
"Sounds good to me," the redhead responded.
What the hell?!? Bulma choked in thought. Are you out of your mind? Yeah, you're strong, but one of you versus three of them? Either you've lost it or you are the cockiest, most arrogant person I have ever seen. She opened her mouth to speak, but her rescuer turned to face her.
"Hey, I know what I'm doing," he cut her off, smirking at her before turning around and delivering several kicks with his long, muscular legs on her attacker.
You better know what you're doing, she warned as she watched them fight, the Korean easily winning despite it being a three versus one match.
Bulma studied the young red haired male as he knocked out two of the three gang members almost instantly with his well developed Tae Kwon Do skills. He looks so familiar, she thought, struggling to remember where she had seen him. I feel as though I've met him somewhere before . . . But where? And why would I- -
The sound of the gang leader thudding on the hard, concrete ground and moaning in pain interrupted her thoughts.
"I win," the redhead spoke, glaring down at his defeated enemy as he walked towards his prize.
"You may have won the fight," the gang leader weakly said, crawling towards Bulma and grabbing her right leg. "But I still win the girl."
Bulma shrieked and managed to wiggle her leg free from his weakened grasp so she could stomp on the enemy's crotch as hard as she could. He screamed in pain and curled up into a ball.
"C'mon, let's go!" the Korean ordered as he quickly picked the girl up, swung her over his muscular shoulders, and carried her out of the alley.
Bulma clung to the back of his sleeveless shirt, but suddenly remembered where she had seen him from.
"Let me go!" she demanded, struggling to punch his back and wiggle free from his strong grasp. "I saw you on TV! You're some sort of street gang leader who probably wants to rape and murder me and . . ."
"What the hell is your problem?" he snapped as he tried to place her on his motorcycle. "I just saved you from getting your ass killed, and this is the thanks I get?"
She was silent, dropping her arms in defeat.
"Thought so," he responded, turning on motorcycle's ignition. "Now hold on."
Before she had the chance to say anything else, he smashed the accelerator and began to speed down the busy downtown streets.
What the hell am I doing?, Bulma thought, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist and her turquoise hair blowing in all directions. First I allow the leader of a street gang that was even featured on the news to save me, and now I'm letting him take me to a place where chances are I'll get raped and even murdered. I'm too young to - -
The sound of a car horn blaring at the two as the biker ran a red light interrupted her thoughts.
"What the hell?" Bulma screamed.
The redhead quickly glanced back at her. "Like I told you before, I know what I'm doing," he stated, smirking at her once more before turning back around.
Bulma sighed in defeat as she tightened her grip around his waist, feeling his abs through his sleeveless shirt. She found herself resting her head on his warm back and closing her eyes.
Why do I feel as though I know you?
"Hey . . . you awake?"
Bulma opened her eyes to the Korean poking her shoulder, the setting sun reflecting on the biker goggles sitting atop his head of shiny red hair. "Hmmm . . .?"
The biker smirked at her once more as he climbed off of his motorcycle and offered his hand to her. "First time anyone fell asleep while I was driving," he stated.
As she accepted his hand, Bulma blinked and examined their surroundings. The two were in an empty city park located several miles from that fated alleyway. Long shadows from several nearby trees were casting long shadows on the freshly cut grass and old sidewalks as the reddish orange sun continued to set. Nearby, a squirrel carried a large acorn in its mouth as it rapidly searched for a place to peacefully enjoy its meal.
This is nice, Bulma thought. It doesn't seem like a place where - -
"Hello?" the redhead wondered out loud, waving one of his gloved hands in front of her face, his fingers lightly brushing the tip of her nose. "You still there?"
"Hmmm . . .?" Bulma blinked and awoke from her thoughts.
The young man smirked again and began to lead her to a nearby patch of budding sakura trees. "You all right?"
"Yeah," Bulma quickly responded. A small part of her was tempted to yell at the stranger for his actions, but Bulma's instincts had her following him.
The Korean led her under one of the flowering sakura trees. "No you're not," he stated firmly, his dark eyes looking straight into her big blue ones. "Your eyes say otherwise."
Rage suddenly filled Bulma. Are you trying to flirt with me . . .?
"Don't try to tell me what my eyes . . ." she began to snap, but was cut off by the redhead raising a finger to her mouth and looking deeper into her eyes.
Bulma suddenly felt a warm and peaceful yet unknown sensation rush through her, as though her mind had merged with his and both she and the young man could sense each other's deepest thoughts and feelings.
::I'm not who you think I am . . .::
::What do you mean? You're involved with street gangs and . . .::
::Yeah, I'm the leader of a street gang. Yeah, I always get my ass in fights and win money out of it. But I didn't save your ass to rape or murder you . . .::
::Yeah. Normally I rescue girls to show off or maybe flirt, but I had a bigger reason to rescue you…::
::What do you mean?::
::I feel as though I know you, but from where I don't know . . .::
::Now that you mention it, I feel like I know you too. But where?::
::Maybe you're the girl in the photo that my master - -::
The loud, sudden chimes coming from the tall, historic clock tower a few blocks away broke the telepathic bond between the two, and a completely different thought suddenly crossed Bulma's mind.
"Shit," she remembered, face palming. "I need to- -"
"Send get well wishes from your mom to your friend Goku and was supposed to be back home at least an hour ago?" the redhead finished, smirking.
Bulma's eyes were huge. How did you know, she thought, but figured that he must have sensed that forgotten thought that was buried in her mind.
"Yeah," she agreed.
The Korean continued to smirk as the two walked back to his motorcycle. "I'll take you to see your friend and bring you home, and on the way we'll think of what to say to your parents. Okay, Bulma?"
Bulma smiled and nodded as he helped her back on her motorcycle. "Sounds good to me, Hwoarang."