I didn't give myself much of a break huh? Oh well I just couldn't help
myself and had to write this. By the way if you don't know what Fiurui
Kurai, Atarashii Akarui means, its Japanese for Old Dark New Light. I
thought it was very reasonable title for this story.
And I wanted the title to be cool looking anyways. I think I might go back and name all my stories in Japanese. Or maybe not. O____O
This take place probably five years after the Buu saga, I'm not too good with ages so I guess Bura will be two and Pan will be one? Well I dunno, sorry if I get it wrong.
And of course the thing we all love to write the disclaimer! I own nothing! Its all property of the wonderfully creative Akira Toriyama! Yet if I did own it I would be out making another saga to DB, DBZ, and DBGT. Darn it. :P
As always enjoy!
~*~
As if the boring Saturday couldn't have gotten any worse, Bulma Briefs decided to give up on her computer program. It wasn't like she needed to hurry up with it; she had all the time in the world. Signing she reached over and turned off her laptop then got up from her seat and stretched. Glancing to the clock Bulma noticed it was one in the morning.
"Bulma old girl, you need to give up this work and relax." She said to herself. After leaving the lab, and walking down the many hallways, she ended up in the kitchen. Being thirsty she headed over to the fridge to get something. The grape fruit juice in the looked rather tempting right about now she thought. Trunks walked in behind her as she was getting a glass down and took a seat at the table.
"Mother why are you up so late?" He questioned curiously. Trunks had gotten much older over the years, ten years older to be truthful, but he still looked like that teenager Bulma had sent to the past so long ago. His lavender hair was still in the shape of a bowl even after she tried to cut it, and he wouldn't let her.
"You know Trunks," she started "I was wondering that myself." Bulma finished off her juice then headed towards the stairs. "Going to bed soon?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Alright then, night sweet heart."
"Night."
Trunks watched his mother go upstairs with a smile on his face. Ever since he had defeated the androids and Cell his mother had been working away in her lab. He figured she was working on some solution for a just in case situation. He gave a wide yawn and stood up. He could barely keep his eyes open so decided it was time for bed. Trunks was planning on training in the gravity room but his body wouldn't let him.
So he left the kitchen turning off the overhead light.
~*~
The next morning was another dull one. Bulma got out of bed after the sun had only been up a few minutes. She got dressed in her normal baggie green pants and light orange sweat jacket. It wouldn't have one any fashion contest but it was darn comfortable. Since her room was only three up from Trunks, she peeked in while walking by. He wasn't there which didn't surprise her at all. Sometimes that boy made her want to just burst out laughing. He was so much like his father it was unreal.
Maybe the personality was a bit different but their habits was nearly alike. Trunks had taken over the gravity room Dr. Briefs had built for Vegeta a long time ago, before he...
Bulma didn't want to think about it.
Making her way into the kitchen she pulled down the frying pan and some eggs. Turning the stove on to a safe medium Bulma cracked the eggs and poured them into the bowl. Then put some bread in the toaster for the toast. Eggs and toast were good enough for that morning, she thought. They didn't have sausage or beacon anymore since Trunks devoured it all. Thinking of that subject Bulma rubbed the side of her head.
"Guess I have to go grocery shopping today." She said, and at the same time pressing the intercom. "Trunks breakfast is ready."
The low humming in the background turned off telling Bulma, Trunks had shut off the gravity. A moment later he entered the kitchen a wet towel around his neck. He took the same seat as last night across from his mother.
"Have you been training all morning again Trunks?" Bulma asked putting food in front of him. Trunks frowned at the small amount but said nothing about it.
"Were you in your lab all night mom?" He questioned looking at Bulma and grinned. Bulma laughed and shook her head.
"So were even honey. Could you do me a favor today Trunks?"
"Sure what?"
"Go to the grocery store?"
There was a pause and Trunks stopped eating. He looked at his food trying to find an excuse to why he couldn't go. Bulma knew he'd do this but thought it funny to ask anyway. Last time he went to the store for her, some old lady nearly beat him to death after she asked him if he liked pruned plums and Trunks said, "Not really." Ever since then he didn't like that store, especially if someone would go crazy like that again.
"Uh, Sure I...guess." He answered frowning.
"You don't have to Trunks. I know you hate it son, so I'll do it." Bulma laughed. Trunks looked up at her blushing slightly and smiled.
~*~
Later on after breakfast Bulma ended up in her lab again. The grocery store could wait until later. This new program was really something. She hadn't had so much fun with designing something so complex in a while it gave her entertainment.
She pulled out a disk from the shelf above her desk and put it in the slot on the side of the laptop. The portable computer made a buzzing noise and opened back up. She took out the disk and put it back into its holder.
"That should do it for folder V5. Now onto V6!" Reaching over to grab another disk her arm bumped the box off the shelf causing it to fall to the floor. Bulma nearly fell out of her chair trying to avoid the box. She bent over and started picking up the contents, placing them back into the brown paper box. Once she was done she placed it carefully back on the shelf.
A small statue of a beaker blocked where the box was supposed to go so Bulma reached back to move it out of the way. Her hand brushed against the wall causing a small piece to break off and fall back. She put the box back on her desk wondering why the wall fell apart so easily.
She slid her hand into the hole to see if anything was there. A little bit of dust flew out into her face as her hand patted down the area. She gave a cough and at the same time her hand landed on a small oval shaped item. With her eyes watering Bulma pulled the small item out of the hole.
She arched a brow at her discovery.
It was a capsule.
Blinking the dust out of her eyes, Bulma pressed the top then tossed it to the side. It made a light popping noise and a metal box appeared on the floor. Bulma feel to her knees sitting beside it. She knocked it a few times to see what would happen and nothing did. There didn't seem to be a lock or anything on the box, which made it even more confusing.
Bulma got up walking to the other side of the room and opened a cabinet. A gray pouch was lying on the second shelf next to a pack or razors and some test tubes. She pulled put the gray pouch then scurried back over to the metal box. Peering out the door behind her, Bulma made sure Trunks was nowhere to be seen.
This was something she'd show him later.
Opening the pouch the blue haired genius pulled out her tools. A tiny silver hammer, some picks and a long blue crowbar. She moved the box around in her hands searching for some type of opening. An almost invisible crack sat by the corner her right hand was holding. Wiggling her head, Bulma let her glasses slip to her nose tip moving closer in to get a better look.
"Well that's interesting." she said thoughtfully. "Now if I could just fit the tip of one of these picks in it," she grabbed the small object then shoved it into the crack pulling back on it. "Ah ha! That should do it!" Pulling back harder Bulma watched as the crack began to open.
Smiling she gave it the last pull and it fell onto the floor with a clatter. Peeking out the door once more she made sure Trunks hadn't heard. The contents spilled onto the floor including a brown tattered looking book, some papers and another box.
Bulma picked up the book flipping threw the pages. When she looked at the cover a sudden surprise engulfed her body.
This was her father's journal.
"But dad never had a journal. If he did why was it back there?" Shrugging her questions off she opened it again. Starting at page one she began to read his entries one by one, page after page. Most of it was about things he mixed together, or something new he invented, it even had his thoughts of his and Mrs. Brief's wedding day.
The journal was very old by the dates on the pages, the first started at seven twenty A.D. Her fingers glided threw the next few pages skipping dates and years until a certain one caught her attention. Seven fifty A.D. May eighth was highlighted in red for some reason. Her father had written a lot on that day filling up two pages.
Deciding the floor was getting uncomfortable; Bulma stood up with the book and headed towards her bedroom. A nice hot bath was sounding good, plus she would relax and read her Dads thoughts at the same time. Placing the book on the side of the tub she turned on the warm water adding loads of bath comforts, like oils, bubbles, and so on.
Moving down to nothing but her birthday suit Bulma slipped into the tub reaching for the journal. She leaned back on the tub and began reading...
" 'I've done the impossible journal. I made a deal with the RR army itself, I feel terrible. It was a mistake on my part, but what was I supposed to do when they threatened me? I couldn't tell my wife or Bulma, I feel they'd disown me for such a thing. Especially knowing one of Bulma closest friends in the army biggest enemy and threat now. I just don't know what to do anymore...' "
~
Bulma stopped reading.
She blinked.
"What in the world?" She said slowly.
Her father was apart of that dreadful army? She flipped to the next page and began to read again. This time the dates had changed going further into the future.
~
" ' Its May12th, 750. As if a miracle had occurred Burma's young friend destroyed the RR army. I couldn't be any happier right now, mostly thankful to that little boy. But I'm not out of it yet journal; one of them survived that damned crazed scientist Dr. Gero. I truly think he is obsessing over building these new artificial humans since Cyborg 8 was a flop. He's promised me they were being built for a good reason, and he was no longer with the army. He wants to know if I want to join him.
'Do I believe him? Not really, but you never know, people change. Going against my better judgment I'm going to help him as he asked me too, of course I still think he's a bit crazy...' "
~
Bulma stopped reading looking out the window hidden behind the blue flowered curtains. What she was reading now made no sense. All of a sudden he's scared of the army then after Gokou defeated it Mr. Briefs join up with the mad doctor? Why did the RR army what her father anyway, Bulma wondered.
In the diary it didn't sound like they had a long relationship, it was only a page long. The next page was labeled 'Week Two.' This must have meant the second week of working with Gero.
~
" 'A black cat followed me to Geros lab this morning. It turned out to be just a kitten; I kept him after we grew a certain fondness for each other. I think I'll name him Scratch. As always Gero was working at his desk when I arrived. Drawing plans out for artificial humans 17 and 18. Another scientist was there also. Which I thought was weird, but I suppose he was just a friend. The rest of my day went normal when I came home the wife loved the kitten...' "
~
Bulma skipped the rest of that page when he was talking about the cat. Then he told about what was for dinner and the last experiment of the night he formed in his lab. She landed on a couple pages later in the book when it had turned strange again. Her skin had became wrinkled so she got out of the bath, got dressed, then rested on her kind size bed. The next chapter on the diary started three weeks later.
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Week Five.
" 'The strangest thing happened today my little book. I was in the lab with Gero and went for supplies in the basement when he stopped me. He told me I didn't need to go down there, that was when I heard some moving around and what sounded like moan. I asked him why not and he just said "No." I was greatly perplexed as why yet ignored it.
'No big deal it wasn't an important experiment anyhow. The plans for the day were drawing up cyborgs one threw twelve. Thirteen threw twenty one are being made as I write this. They probably won't be done in his lifetime Dr. Gero tells me, and that the computer will take care of the rest..." A small sketch was drawn in the corner of the book, a picture of the main computer.
Week Ten.
" 'Now I'm starting to think Dr. Gero is a crazy old fool. I found out why he didn't want me in the basement, after watching the evening news. So simple I should have noticed. Two punk twins are missing from their home in the five thirty district. A girl probably no older then eighteen, with blonde hair, and a boy with black. Today in the lab I found a couple strands of black hair on the Raytron. I don't think my friend would have kidnapped those two kids, but it's all so weird. Like I said before Journal, I don't know if Gero is trust worthy. ' "
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"Then why the hell did you keep working for him dad?!" Bulma yelled angrily. All the bubbled in the tub had melted away. So now the water was cloudy. Bulma placed the book back onto the side of the tub and got out. She got dressed then laid across her bed with the book.
Dr. Briefs ended there and didn't write anymore in the book for the next couple of years. Bulma figured he must have been really busy working on the artificial humans. She didn't know why she was having mixed feelings about this. She never thought her father would sink to a level of even looking at Dr. Gero. She always thought her father showed no respect for him or his work, and never thought he had even met him.
Life was weird sometimes, when you thought you knew someone so close to you, they turned out to be traitors. Who knew?
The entries of the book didn't last much longer. Once they picked up again it was already seven sixty-one A.D. October twelfth.
" 'Journal I apologize for not writing in you for the longest time, but I have been very busy. These past years have really been taking a lot out of me. My own creations Androids one threw twelve are going fine. Unlike Geros cyborgs mine are made up a special type of metal I discovered on Earth sometime ago. I suppose it came from space somewhere, because its not in any log books.
'Now I'm thinking about moving my androids to CC. to work on them more. I'm building them with the good intentions, to help save Earth if needed. For some reason I can't explain Gero is starting obsess over Son. He wants to know everything I know about the boy, and I'm not sure why. When I ask him he doesn't respond just grunts and shakes his head. Ah well, I'm pretty sure its nothing. Also I might as well write down his new labs address.
Three fifty district,
under the old Gold mine. ' "
~
Bulma blinked. New lab? Could he have been talking about the one next to North city? In the mountains? But there wasn't an old gold mine there that she could remember, and she knew about everything on the Earth. At least the national things, like museums, parks, and so on. She glanced at the clock brushing a blue strand out of her face.
Two forty nine in the afternoon.
"Ugh..." she signed. "I have done nothing all day except read this stupid little--"
"Hey mom?"
Bulma turned around on the bed. Trunks stood in the doorframe sweat falling from his forehead the same towel from that morning rapped around his neck.
"Yeah honey?" Bulma answered sweetly. She put the book down in front of her.
"Uh, what are you doing? You haven't been in your lab all day. I thought you were going grocery shopping..."
Grocery shopping! Bulma had forgotten all about that!
"Sorry Trunks, I just got caught up in this book, and well you know how that goes." She forced a smile on her aging face.
"Oh alright. Then I am going to take a shower now..." Trunks backed up out of the door walking down the hallway to his room.
"There might not be any hot water left!" she shouted. But Bulma heard his door shut then picked up the book again figuring he didn't hear her. The grocery store could wait, and she doubted Trunks would starve. Flipping past the page she was last on, she stopped at the last page of the book.
" 'Seven sixty seven, May 12. This will be my last entry. I left Geros lab two years ago after we had an argument and I found about 17 and 18, and his intentions. Turns out he was lying the whole time to me. He worked on the RR army's behalf the entire time, now he wanted revenge on Son for beating them.
How could I have been such a fool? I helped create those demons! Or at least gave my opinion. They were the two kids that had gone missing. I never reported Gero to the police because I figured they wouldn't believe. But I figured justice was served when they killed Gero. Now our world is turning into hell on Earth. I thought I might be able to get rid of them, but he had all the plans in the lab that 17 and 18 destroyed.
'Our only hope rested in Vegeta, Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo and the others. 17 and 18 got rid of them easy, at least Gohan got away. Son isn't here anymore because of the illness, and I think our problems began when he died. Because I'm sure he would have defeated him. As I said before I'm a fool for trusting in that sadistic genius. And I blame myself for our world now... 794 June 8th, will be the end of it.' "
So that was the end of his writings. Bulma put together the dates a figured he died three years later. All of this made her want answers, answers she couldn't possibly get until it was her time to go and she met up with her father again.
"Wait a minute seven ninety four? June eighth? That's not in the past that's this year. June eighth is two days from now... But whats that supposed to mean?" Bulma thought for a minute rubbing her chin. Then as quick as her superior mind was she put two and two together.
"Oh my god...no..." She mouthed. "No, that can't happen!" Jumping up from the bed she ran out the door pocketing the journal. At the same time Trunks walked out of his room causing the two to run into each other. Trunks caught his mother easily before she hit the ground.
"Hey whats up mom?" he asked. "Where are you headed?" Bulma starred at him deeply seeing the peacefulness behind the once stained blue eyes. She wasn't going to put her Trunks threw that again, no one needed to live like that and Trunks deserved more.
"I-I'm going, uh, grocery shopping Trunks." She said with a smile. Although it was rather fake looking Trunks bought it letting her go. On her way down the stairs and out the door Bulma grabbed her sweat jacket, which was hanging on the back on the kitchen chair. The fasted way of transportation would be the jet plane. After throwing out the capsule the plane appeared and she got inside. Not wasting time she took to the sky.
Bulma wasn't going to the Grocery store.
~*~
If the story is a bit messy I apologize because it's the stupid Word program. If you know how to correct it can you E-mail me or something? Anyways since the first chapter was 12 PAGES LONG you need to review!
The small lavender colored box to the left, see it? Now click it!
And I wanted the title to be cool looking anyways. I think I might go back and name all my stories in Japanese. Or maybe not. O____O
This take place probably five years after the Buu saga, I'm not too good with ages so I guess Bura will be two and Pan will be one? Well I dunno, sorry if I get it wrong.
And of course the thing we all love to write the disclaimer! I own nothing! Its all property of the wonderfully creative Akira Toriyama! Yet if I did own it I would be out making another saga to DB, DBZ, and DBGT. Darn it. :P
As always enjoy!
~*~
As if the boring Saturday couldn't have gotten any worse, Bulma Briefs decided to give up on her computer program. It wasn't like she needed to hurry up with it; she had all the time in the world. Signing she reached over and turned off her laptop then got up from her seat and stretched. Glancing to the clock Bulma noticed it was one in the morning.
"Bulma old girl, you need to give up this work and relax." She said to herself. After leaving the lab, and walking down the many hallways, she ended up in the kitchen. Being thirsty she headed over to the fridge to get something. The grape fruit juice in the looked rather tempting right about now she thought. Trunks walked in behind her as she was getting a glass down and took a seat at the table.
"Mother why are you up so late?" He questioned curiously. Trunks had gotten much older over the years, ten years older to be truthful, but he still looked like that teenager Bulma had sent to the past so long ago. His lavender hair was still in the shape of a bowl even after she tried to cut it, and he wouldn't let her.
"You know Trunks," she started "I was wondering that myself." Bulma finished off her juice then headed towards the stairs. "Going to bed soon?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Alright then, night sweet heart."
"Night."
Trunks watched his mother go upstairs with a smile on his face. Ever since he had defeated the androids and Cell his mother had been working away in her lab. He figured she was working on some solution for a just in case situation. He gave a wide yawn and stood up. He could barely keep his eyes open so decided it was time for bed. Trunks was planning on training in the gravity room but his body wouldn't let him.
So he left the kitchen turning off the overhead light.
~*~
The next morning was another dull one. Bulma got out of bed after the sun had only been up a few minutes. She got dressed in her normal baggie green pants and light orange sweat jacket. It wouldn't have one any fashion contest but it was darn comfortable. Since her room was only three up from Trunks, she peeked in while walking by. He wasn't there which didn't surprise her at all. Sometimes that boy made her want to just burst out laughing. He was so much like his father it was unreal.
Maybe the personality was a bit different but their habits was nearly alike. Trunks had taken over the gravity room Dr. Briefs had built for Vegeta a long time ago, before he...
Bulma didn't want to think about it.
Making her way into the kitchen she pulled down the frying pan and some eggs. Turning the stove on to a safe medium Bulma cracked the eggs and poured them into the bowl. Then put some bread in the toaster for the toast. Eggs and toast were good enough for that morning, she thought. They didn't have sausage or beacon anymore since Trunks devoured it all. Thinking of that subject Bulma rubbed the side of her head.
"Guess I have to go grocery shopping today." She said, and at the same time pressing the intercom. "Trunks breakfast is ready."
The low humming in the background turned off telling Bulma, Trunks had shut off the gravity. A moment later he entered the kitchen a wet towel around his neck. He took the same seat as last night across from his mother.
"Have you been training all morning again Trunks?" Bulma asked putting food in front of him. Trunks frowned at the small amount but said nothing about it.
"Were you in your lab all night mom?" He questioned looking at Bulma and grinned. Bulma laughed and shook her head.
"So were even honey. Could you do me a favor today Trunks?"
"Sure what?"
"Go to the grocery store?"
There was a pause and Trunks stopped eating. He looked at his food trying to find an excuse to why he couldn't go. Bulma knew he'd do this but thought it funny to ask anyway. Last time he went to the store for her, some old lady nearly beat him to death after she asked him if he liked pruned plums and Trunks said, "Not really." Ever since then he didn't like that store, especially if someone would go crazy like that again.
"Uh, Sure I...guess." He answered frowning.
"You don't have to Trunks. I know you hate it son, so I'll do it." Bulma laughed. Trunks looked up at her blushing slightly and smiled.
~*~
Later on after breakfast Bulma ended up in her lab again. The grocery store could wait until later. This new program was really something. She hadn't had so much fun with designing something so complex in a while it gave her entertainment.
She pulled out a disk from the shelf above her desk and put it in the slot on the side of the laptop. The portable computer made a buzzing noise and opened back up. She took out the disk and put it back into its holder.
"That should do it for folder V5. Now onto V6!" Reaching over to grab another disk her arm bumped the box off the shelf causing it to fall to the floor. Bulma nearly fell out of her chair trying to avoid the box. She bent over and started picking up the contents, placing them back into the brown paper box. Once she was done she placed it carefully back on the shelf.
A small statue of a beaker blocked where the box was supposed to go so Bulma reached back to move it out of the way. Her hand brushed against the wall causing a small piece to break off and fall back. She put the box back on her desk wondering why the wall fell apart so easily.
She slid her hand into the hole to see if anything was there. A little bit of dust flew out into her face as her hand patted down the area. She gave a cough and at the same time her hand landed on a small oval shaped item. With her eyes watering Bulma pulled the small item out of the hole.
She arched a brow at her discovery.
It was a capsule.
Blinking the dust out of her eyes, Bulma pressed the top then tossed it to the side. It made a light popping noise and a metal box appeared on the floor. Bulma feel to her knees sitting beside it. She knocked it a few times to see what would happen and nothing did. There didn't seem to be a lock or anything on the box, which made it even more confusing.
Bulma got up walking to the other side of the room and opened a cabinet. A gray pouch was lying on the second shelf next to a pack or razors and some test tubes. She pulled put the gray pouch then scurried back over to the metal box. Peering out the door behind her, Bulma made sure Trunks was nowhere to be seen.
This was something she'd show him later.
Opening the pouch the blue haired genius pulled out her tools. A tiny silver hammer, some picks and a long blue crowbar. She moved the box around in her hands searching for some type of opening. An almost invisible crack sat by the corner her right hand was holding. Wiggling her head, Bulma let her glasses slip to her nose tip moving closer in to get a better look.
"Well that's interesting." she said thoughtfully. "Now if I could just fit the tip of one of these picks in it," she grabbed the small object then shoved it into the crack pulling back on it. "Ah ha! That should do it!" Pulling back harder Bulma watched as the crack began to open.
Smiling she gave it the last pull and it fell onto the floor with a clatter. Peeking out the door once more she made sure Trunks hadn't heard. The contents spilled onto the floor including a brown tattered looking book, some papers and another box.
Bulma picked up the book flipping threw the pages. When she looked at the cover a sudden surprise engulfed her body.
This was her father's journal.
"But dad never had a journal. If he did why was it back there?" Shrugging her questions off she opened it again. Starting at page one she began to read his entries one by one, page after page. Most of it was about things he mixed together, or something new he invented, it even had his thoughts of his and Mrs. Brief's wedding day.
The journal was very old by the dates on the pages, the first started at seven twenty A.D. Her fingers glided threw the next few pages skipping dates and years until a certain one caught her attention. Seven fifty A.D. May eighth was highlighted in red for some reason. Her father had written a lot on that day filling up two pages.
Deciding the floor was getting uncomfortable; Bulma stood up with the book and headed towards her bedroom. A nice hot bath was sounding good, plus she would relax and read her Dads thoughts at the same time. Placing the book on the side of the tub she turned on the warm water adding loads of bath comforts, like oils, bubbles, and so on.
Moving down to nothing but her birthday suit Bulma slipped into the tub reaching for the journal. She leaned back on the tub and began reading...
" 'I've done the impossible journal. I made a deal with the RR army itself, I feel terrible. It was a mistake on my part, but what was I supposed to do when they threatened me? I couldn't tell my wife or Bulma, I feel they'd disown me for such a thing. Especially knowing one of Bulma closest friends in the army biggest enemy and threat now. I just don't know what to do anymore...' "
~
Bulma stopped reading.
She blinked.
"What in the world?" She said slowly.
Her father was apart of that dreadful army? She flipped to the next page and began to read again. This time the dates had changed going further into the future.
~
" ' Its May12th, 750. As if a miracle had occurred Burma's young friend destroyed the RR army. I couldn't be any happier right now, mostly thankful to that little boy. But I'm not out of it yet journal; one of them survived that damned crazed scientist Dr. Gero. I truly think he is obsessing over building these new artificial humans since Cyborg 8 was a flop. He's promised me they were being built for a good reason, and he was no longer with the army. He wants to know if I want to join him.
'Do I believe him? Not really, but you never know, people change. Going against my better judgment I'm going to help him as he asked me too, of course I still think he's a bit crazy...' "
~
Bulma stopped reading looking out the window hidden behind the blue flowered curtains. What she was reading now made no sense. All of a sudden he's scared of the army then after Gokou defeated it Mr. Briefs join up with the mad doctor? Why did the RR army what her father anyway, Bulma wondered.
In the diary it didn't sound like they had a long relationship, it was only a page long. The next page was labeled 'Week Two.' This must have meant the second week of working with Gero.
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" 'A black cat followed me to Geros lab this morning. It turned out to be just a kitten; I kept him after we grew a certain fondness for each other. I think I'll name him Scratch. As always Gero was working at his desk when I arrived. Drawing plans out for artificial humans 17 and 18. Another scientist was there also. Which I thought was weird, but I suppose he was just a friend. The rest of my day went normal when I came home the wife loved the kitten...' "
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Bulma skipped the rest of that page when he was talking about the cat. Then he told about what was for dinner and the last experiment of the night he formed in his lab. She landed on a couple pages later in the book when it had turned strange again. Her skin had became wrinkled so she got out of the bath, got dressed, then rested on her kind size bed. The next chapter on the diary started three weeks later.
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Week Five.
" 'The strangest thing happened today my little book. I was in the lab with Gero and went for supplies in the basement when he stopped me. He told me I didn't need to go down there, that was when I heard some moving around and what sounded like moan. I asked him why not and he just said "No." I was greatly perplexed as why yet ignored it.
'No big deal it wasn't an important experiment anyhow. The plans for the day were drawing up cyborgs one threw twelve. Thirteen threw twenty one are being made as I write this. They probably won't be done in his lifetime Dr. Gero tells me, and that the computer will take care of the rest..." A small sketch was drawn in the corner of the book, a picture of the main computer.
Week Ten.
" 'Now I'm starting to think Dr. Gero is a crazy old fool. I found out why he didn't want me in the basement, after watching the evening news. So simple I should have noticed. Two punk twins are missing from their home in the five thirty district. A girl probably no older then eighteen, with blonde hair, and a boy with black. Today in the lab I found a couple strands of black hair on the Raytron. I don't think my friend would have kidnapped those two kids, but it's all so weird. Like I said before Journal, I don't know if Gero is trust worthy. ' "
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"Then why the hell did you keep working for him dad?!" Bulma yelled angrily. All the bubbled in the tub had melted away. So now the water was cloudy. Bulma placed the book back onto the side of the tub and got out. She got dressed then laid across her bed with the book.
Dr. Briefs ended there and didn't write anymore in the book for the next couple of years. Bulma figured he must have been really busy working on the artificial humans. She didn't know why she was having mixed feelings about this. She never thought her father would sink to a level of even looking at Dr. Gero. She always thought her father showed no respect for him or his work, and never thought he had even met him.
Life was weird sometimes, when you thought you knew someone so close to you, they turned out to be traitors. Who knew?
The entries of the book didn't last much longer. Once they picked up again it was already seven sixty-one A.D. October twelfth.
" 'Journal I apologize for not writing in you for the longest time, but I have been very busy. These past years have really been taking a lot out of me. My own creations Androids one threw twelve are going fine. Unlike Geros cyborgs mine are made up a special type of metal I discovered on Earth sometime ago. I suppose it came from space somewhere, because its not in any log books.
'Now I'm thinking about moving my androids to CC. to work on them more. I'm building them with the good intentions, to help save Earth if needed. For some reason I can't explain Gero is starting obsess over Son. He wants to know everything I know about the boy, and I'm not sure why. When I ask him he doesn't respond just grunts and shakes his head. Ah well, I'm pretty sure its nothing. Also I might as well write down his new labs address.
Three fifty district,
under the old Gold mine. ' "
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Bulma blinked. New lab? Could he have been talking about the one next to North city? In the mountains? But there wasn't an old gold mine there that she could remember, and she knew about everything on the Earth. At least the national things, like museums, parks, and so on. She glanced at the clock brushing a blue strand out of her face.
Two forty nine in the afternoon.
"Ugh..." she signed. "I have done nothing all day except read this stupid little--"
"Hey mom?"
Bulma turned around on the bed. Trunks stood in the doorframe sweat falling from his forehead the same towel from that morning rapped around his neck.
"Yeah honey?" Bulma answered sweetly. She put the book down in front of her.
"Uh, what are you doing? You haven't been in your lab all day. I thought you were going grocery shopping..."
Grocery shopping! Bulma had forgotten all about that!
"Sorry Trunks, I just got caught up in this book, and well you know how that goes." She forced a smile on her aging face.
"Oh alright. Then I am going to take a shower now..." Trunks backed up out of the door walking down the hallway to his room.
"There might not be any hot water left!" she shouted. But Bulma heard his door shut then picked up the book again figuring he didn't hear her. The grocery store could wait, and she doubted Trunks would starve. Flipping past the page she was last on, she stopped at the last page of the book.
" 'Seven sixty seven, May 12. This will be my last entry. I left Geros lab two years ago after we had an argument and I found about 17 and 18, and his intentions. Turns out he was lying the whole time to me. He worked on the RR army's behalf the entire time, now he wanted revenge on Son for beating them.
How could I have been such a fool? I helped create those demons! Or at least gave my opinion. They were the two kids that had gone missing. I never reported Gero to the police because I figured they wouldn't believe. But I figured justice was served when they killed Gero. Now our world is turning into hell on Earth. I thought I might be able to get rid of them, but he had all the plans in the lab that 17 and 18 destroyed.
'Our only hope rested in Vegeta, Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo and the others. 17 and 18 got rid of them easy, at least Gohan got away. Son isn't here anymore because of the illness, and I think our problems began when he died. Because I'm sure he would have defeated him. As I said before I'm a fool for trusting in that sadistic genius. And I blame myself for our world now... 794 June 8th, will be the end of it.' "
So that was the end of his writings. Bulma put together the dates a figured he died three years later. All of this made her want answers, answers she couldn't possibly get until it was her time to go and she met up with her father again.
"Wait a minute seven ninety four? June eighth? That's not in the past that's this year. June eighth is two days from now... But whats that supposed to mean?" Bulma thought for a minute rubbing her chin. Then as quick as her superior mind was she put two and two together.
"Oh my god...no..." She mouthed. "No, that can't happen!" Jumping up from the bed she ran out the door pocketing the journal. At the same time Trunks walked out of his room causing the two to run into each other. Trunks caught his mother easily before she hit the ground.
"Hey whats up mom?" he asked. "Where are you headed?" Bulma starred at him deeply seeing the peacefulness behind the once stained blue eyes. She wasn't going to put her Trunks threw that again, no one needed to live like that and Trunks deserved more.
"I-I'm going, uh, grocery shopping Trunks." She said with a smile. Although it was rather fake looking Trunks bought it letting her go. On her way down the stairs and out the door Bulma grabbed her sweat jacket, which was hanging on the back on the kitchen chair. The fasted way of transportation would be the jet plane. After throwing out the capsule the plane appeared and she got inside. Not wasting time she took to the sky.
Bulma wasn't going to the Grocery store.
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