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Magdalene had ordered her to find some peace. She supposed that for a normal person, that might not be the most difficult task, but what was her brand of peace, really? She couldn't remember ever feeling completely at peace, besides a few rare times when she had been alone with Vejita on his own planet. But even then, she corrected herself, a fear had been lurking in the back of her mind - fear of being discovered and punished.
It seemed like such a simple thing, peace. Bulma could identify it in others easily enough. It was the emotion that made people light on their feet and completely unguarded. It was what allowed people to laugh at jokes and dance in public, and it went hand in hand with happiness, as far as she could tell. Not that she had a very good idea of what happiness was like, either.
the face we show others
"I would rather have you depressed and grieving than pretending to feel something that isn't there."
who cares?
To amend her mistake, she offered a warm smile
"Why do you hide your grief, woman, when you know that I can see right through your facade?"
For those who do recieve one, who can recognixe it for what it is? And some waste it, dragging themselves down with the past
Bulma nodded, even though Maylene had already disappeared into the crowd and into another part of the ship. Maylene had basically hit it on the nose - she had gotten a second chance, something that was extremely rare. She had a chance to make her life everything that she had always dreamed it could be, and that filled her with a new, tingling energy that she could barely contain.
:D
"I put my best men in charge to prevent just that. I'm sick of dealing with that pack of ignorant bastards." Vejita surveyed the last of the warriors with distaste as they joked and guffawed loudly and boarded the ships. "I would much rather be sitting in my room, watching this happen in peace with a drink in my hand."
"I'm sure you would," Magdalene said. "Why don't you realize that dream and head up there?"
Magdalene watched Bulma's eyes cloud over with memory, and said nothing to bring her out of the state. Bulma had seemingly made a miraculous emotional recovery over the past two years, but Magdalene and Vejita knew better. They had both noticed the shadow behind her sparkling blue eyes, always lurking but never overwhelming her. It had become a fact of life that Bulma would carry her sorrow with her forever. Magdalene, knowing how it felt to carry around sadness since her bad experiences with her husband, allowed Bulma her small moments of darkness. They were a necessary part of life, and she was willing to accept that. Vejita, however, was not so accepting, but was getting better about it.
"I'm sorry," Bulma suddenly said, shaking herself out of her trance. "I was just thinking of something that happened a while back..."
"Its alright," Magdalene interuppted. "You're entitled to a few memories, you know."
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