Hello! I'm back again, finally, school's been very busy lately so I haven't been able to read or write that much but I have a story!

"Isn't it a wonderful day!"

Meaningless grunts.

"So sunny outside!"

More grunts

"Darling open your mouth when you're speaking. All the birds are singing! The sky is blue..."

Bulma suddenly shook off her sleepiness and caught her father's eye as he also was now uncharacteristically alert for a Sunday morning. Mrs Briefs only talked like this for one reason. This was bad. Bulma and her father quickly scanned the room looking for an escape route or a way to head Mrs Briefs off before she said those dreaded words but they were too late.

"How about we go for a nice family picnic?!"

Mr Briefs visibly flinched.

"Uhh... no dear, I'm sorry but I really can't afford the day off at the moment... I have some, um, urgent paper work to do."

Bulma sighed. Her father had always been a poor liar.

"Nonsense darling! You never work on a Sunday."

"Uh mum... I already said I'd meet um... Jackie at the mall."

Mrs Briefs raised a skeptical eyebrow at her and she inwardly cursed. Her father might have given her his brains but he had also passed on his poor lying skills.

"No excuses! We are going to have a family picnic! And you WILL enjoy it."

It was truely amazing to watch Mrs Briefs turn from a bumbling airhead into a strict, angry woman who could make grown men cower- her father being living proof of that fact. Bulma and her father exchanged nervous, resigned looks and nodded. They both sprang into action at once.

Bulma sprinted to the door only to find it locked and unbudging no matter how hard she tugged. She began banging fruitlessly on it in the hope it would give way. Mr Briefs hadn't bothered trying the door but had instead headed straight for the nearest window. It would have worked... if he didn't have an extremely round gut which made him become stuck half-way to freedom.

So now, two hours later, the Briefs were at another family picnic. Her mother sat happily under a large tree make daisy chains which Bulma would be expected to wear while her father was sitting looking very unhappy as his skin turned bright pink from the sun's rays while he read the newspaper.

Bulma sighed and walked off to find her familiar hiding place in one of the nearby fields. She always came to hide here away from the "fun" of the picnic. Her father would be cranky for days with his sunburn and her mother would be keen to relieve the many "highlights" of her day for weeks on end. Oh the joy of the family picnic! However, on a more positive note, the picnic did give her the opportunity for her to read some more of the library book she had gotten out only a few days previously.

Walking into the edge of a large field, she settled herself down in the long grass where she was completely hidden from view and engrossed herself in the story. She hadn't read very far yet but it was a fascinating book with everything a girl could want. A dark, handsome prince seeking revenge against an evil tyrant who had destroyed his home while making his way across the planet and coming into contact with many people and creatures. The story was a fantastic read.

Bulma read on happily for a few minutes as Prince Vegeta continued his adventures but when Bulma turned the page to read more the book stopped. Bulma stared blankly at the empty page for a few moments before it struck her. It had to be a typo. But she flicked through pages and pages without finding a single word and became very frustrated. Why would somebody make a book that didn't finish? Why would someone leave pages and pages of book unwritten on?

She threw the book on the ground and lay back on the grass. Picnic days sucked. Books sucked. She threw the book an angry look as if her anger would somehow write the rest of the book. Bulma did a double take and sat up staring at the front cover. The look of anger was quickly replaced with a look of shock.

On the front of the book the picture had moved. The prince had moved. Only a tiny bit to the right but he had definately moved from his previous position. Bulma shook her head. She had to be imagining it, pictures can't move. Bulma reached out and touched the image of the prince and just about had a heart attack. The prince had moved towards her. Directly towards her as if he could feel her touch. His dark eyes stared at her and he moved closer and closer.

Bulma dropped the book and backed away from the advancing man which only appeared to amuse him. Closer and closer he moved towards her. He stopped and frowned, apparently deep in thought. Then he smirked and Bulma watched in horror as his hand reached out towards her, out of the book into a solid hand. It looked so... real. The prince was watching her curious face intently and beckoned her towards him. Bulma knew it wasn't a good idea but her logic had deserted her at the sight of a clearly living picture and in her stunned state she couldn't help but reach out to touch his hand.

As soon as she grazed his skin the hand lunged forward and attached itself to her forearm. She didn't regain conscious logical thinking but her self-preservation set in and she desperately tried to free herself from his grasp, pulling, twisting, turning and prising at the prince's fingers but his grip was far too tight. He tugged and pulled her forwards. She was falling... falling into the book which was eagerly sucking her into it's pages and Bulma could do nothing except let herself be dragged away.

The world around her was spinning, colours became blurred and muffled sounds reverberated around her. It all made her feel quite nauseous so she clamped her eyes shut waiting for it to end. Then the spinning slowed, the colours became objects and the sounds became silent. She fell and landed in something quite solid and warm. She was silently considering whether or not she should open her eyes when a deep voice spoke.

"You can open your eyes now."

Bulma peeped an eye open and found herself being held by a very real looking, even though it was entirely impossible, Prince Vegeta. He grinned at her and she gave a squeek of fright before closing her eyes again hoping that she was having a very realistic hallucination. She felt his chest rumbling as he laughed at her before he very rudely dropped her to the ground.

Bulma forgot about the fact she was in a fantasy world that didn't exist and that the person infront of her was just a picture that had somehow gained a 3D body. She stood up angrily and glared at the prince.

"Hey! How dare you?! I'm delicate you know!"

He simply sneered at her.

"Oh don't tell me you're all high and mighty because you're royalty!"

He simply watched her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Bulma shook her head.

"What am I talking about. This is stupid, you don't exist, this is just some really screwed up dre-"

Bulma gasped as she found herself pressed against a very real wall at eye level with a very angry prince squeezing her neck as though he were longing to snap it.

"Don't ever say that again. Ever. I am REAL. This is all REAL. You are here."

"Oh. Do you often get pulled into books by angry midget princes?"

SMACK.

Bulma flew through the air and landed in a heap. This might be a fantasy world but she could still feel pain. Her eyes filled with tears as her cheek burned. She was turned on to her back with the prince crouching over her. It might have been the tears clouding her eyes but she could have sworn that for a fraction of a second he looked anxious.

Vegeta stared down at her and she looked away. She was seething with anger. He had hit her. That bastard hit her. He forced her to look back at him and he spoke quietly although each sinister word etched itself on her brain.

"Learn to control your tounge, woman, unless you like eating dirt. You will be staying with me now. Don't even think about running away. You won't achieve anything except wasting my time and although I have all the time in the world, you holding me up will do nothing to improve my temper. Is that all clear?"

"No."

"Then tell me woman, what did I not make clear?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

He smirked cruelly at her.

"Because I can."

Sooo... what did you think? Kind of a dark Aha/Alice in Wonderland thing happening.

Please review!