Unable to think logically, 421 grasped the electric bars in front of his cell which quickly shot bolts of electricity through his body, forcing him to fall to his knees. 421 clenched his teeth and grunted in pain, refusing to let go of the electric bars. Dr. Gero sighed in annoyance. " Don't be stupid 421. Trying to break free is pointless. You're only hurting yourself." It came as no surprise when 421 refused to heed Dr. Gero's warning.
Before falling backwards, unconscious, from the pain, 421 noticed the electric bars flicker for a second.
Puar, floating beside the orange roofless buggy, covered her face with her paws as Yamcha ran out of the small dome house narrowly avoiding being hit by a blender.
"You womanizing, cheating prick! Come back here and face me like a man!" Bulma screamed, holding a small coffee machine in her left hand.
"I said I was sorry. Can't we calmly talk about this?" Yamcha suggested, raising his palms.
Shit. He's out of range. "I guess I am overreacting."
Yamcha relaxed a little as Bulma held the coffee machine in a less threatening manner. He squinted through his pinched fingers in front of him. "O-only a little."
Bulma fluttered her eyelids and daintily lifted her right foot." I guess I can forgive you. Everyone makes mistakes. So what if you slept with my dentist? It's like you said, it didn't mean anything."
"Yeah?" Yamcha cleared his throat to sound more confidant." Yeah! It didn't mean anything I swear! You're the only woman I genuinely love Bulma, you know that."
Bulma gave her best ,sexy, inviting smile. Puar tried holding Yamcha back by his short hair, but guided by his groin Yamcha hurriedly began to walk to Bulma's arms hoping their fight will result in make-up sex.
In a second, Bulma's smile was replaced with a scowl and her eyes blazed with fury." You honestly think I'd ever forgive you? I'd rather be dragged in feces by my hair and have my tongue split in half then forgive you!" She knew she was wasting her breath by screaming at him to understand. She knew she was wasting her strength, time, and a perfectly good coffee maker... but that still wasn't enough to stop her from screaming and throwing the coffee maker at his head.
Grabbing Puar by the tail, Yamcha jumped into his buggy and drove away.
Bulma watched hatefully as Yamcha disappeared into the desert. Tears cascaded from her cheeks and she didn't bother to wipe them away. Sighing, Bulma wondered how long it will take for her to forgive Yamcha this time. No matter what she did or tried, Yamcha's pitiful face would always convince her to give him another chance.
"What am I doing here?" Bulma asked, looking up at the cloudy sky before going inside to cry herself to sleep.
Dr. Gero squinted into Experiment 421's cell.
421 didn't growl, lunge, or roar like he normally would. Instead, he sat calmly against the concrete wall of his cell, looking more relaxed and almost civil despite his tall black hair, protruding muscles, and impatiently flicking tail.
"Peculiar." Dr. Gero muttered." I think another dissection and analysis might be in order."
421 continued to listen to Dr. Gero mutter to himself until the electronic sound proof doors closed behind him, leaving 421 alone with formaldehyde corpses in glowing jars and the constant buzzing of his electric bars for company.
For the first time, 421 smirked knowingly to himself and grabbed hold of the electric bars. His legs shook from the pain, but he refused to drop to his knees. Just as he expected, the bars flickered and 421 pulled the bars apart, widening them enough for him to escape.
His tail twitched with excitement as he stood outside his cell.
Not knowing which buttons to press to open the electronic door, 421 easily broke through the wall and sprinted at full-speed once his bare feet touched the sandy ground.
He was free!
Killing Dr. Gero didn't matter to him at the moment, all his instincts were telling him to run and put distance between him and his cell.
He looked back once when he took a break to catch his breath and rest his bleeding feet. The corners of his mouth curled when he saw he couldn't see or smell the lab he'd spent years trapped in. Facing forward, 421 frowned at the small dome house in front of him.
Was this another lab? 421 sniffed the air, then slowly jogged to the house ready to fight or kill anything that threatened his freedom or deny him the food inside.
Bulma sat up in bed when she heard something breaking into her house.
