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Immortal Past: Immortal Life

Chapter 1: It Has Begun

Years Back...

Bulma gazed down at the bloody form of her once best friend. "Urikana!" The bloody piles of human forms. Her friends.

The bridge they were stranded on stretched far as the eye could see. The water around it a beautiful glow reflecting the sunset. Bulma openly cried. The video recorder was there. So close. It must have the fight on it. Must have the reason why all of her friends, her family, were dead. She knew it must be there because they only recorded something important to all of their lives.

Sobs errupted from her unwillingly. The blue haired, young girl still found her way into the middle of the mess, right beside one of the rails of the bridge. Grabbing the precious recorder. Calming herself Bulma looked to rewind the tape within the recorder. The teenager was just about to watch it... Just about... when she felt a blow on her head. Bulma went crashing to the floor as the recorder flew out of her hand and into the water.

Guilt racked up in her unconsciousness. Why hadn't she gone with them to the party? Why did she choose to stay at work?

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A small moan sounded from the older woman as she dreamed. The man beside her raised an eyebrow as he climbed into bed. Bulma cuddled to the man, still asleep. Vegeta held a breath. Exhausted as he was, the prince found it amusing his wife had these nightmares of hers. Settling into the bed they shared Vegeta wondered how he could get Bulma to tell him about these dreams of hers...

The blue haired woman moved again as if struggling with a forgotten memory. Vegeta ignored this as he found well deserved sleep coming for him.

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The lovely scenery of the park did nothing to calm Bulma down. That nightmare had been haunting her for three days straight. Reminding her of the start of the adventures and new friends the blue eyed woman had picked up after her old ones died tragically. Bulma sighed as she watched her husband and children spar.

Trunks, currently, was getting ready for his 10th birthday party. Bra, however, still had a few months to turn six. She loved them both dearly. It clearly showed. Blowing the hair from her eyes Bulma summoned up the energy to join in the little game that they had just started to play.

"I'm it!" She announced and chased after Bra. Knowing already that Bulma couldn't catch up with her husband and son.

Suddenly another memory hit Bulma.

Giggles echoed the small club. Music pooring out of it as people swung into another dancing to the seductive song. A much younger Bulma swayed and glided with one dance partner to many other dance partners. Arms came around her as a slow song started. She spent the rest of the night peacefully with her love... His name...

"BULMA!!"

Coming to Bulma realized she was in her husbands' arms. Floating a little over the huge lake in the park.

"What do you think you were doing woman?" Vegeta demanded angrily, "Did you want to kill youself in front of our children?"

Bulma glared at him, "God no, Vegeta. You know I love our children! I wouldn't do that to them and I wouldn't do that to you!"

Vegeta sighed and mumbled, "Damn crazy woman."

"Just put me down!"

The prince saiyan floated slowly down to the ground beside the lake. He had seemed to calm down as Bulma returned to her thoughts. Curiosity seized him, as she watched their children play farther away. Vegeta placed his strong arms around her. Blocking Bulma from the view of Trunks and Bra.

The beautiful genuis gazed up at Vegeta. "What?"

He glared into her eyes, becoming annoyed, "Geeze woman! What has gotten into you these days!?" Vegeta held her even as Bulma struggled to get away from her husband.

"What is going on?" He demanded.

Bulma sighed now. Giving up on stomping away, "It the anniversary."

Vegeta led her to a bench. Holding her now around the waist with one arm. As they sat and got comfortable he asked to know more.

"When I was younger, before I met Goku when I was sixteen." Bulma started with a smile at the younger Goku. "I had a huge amount of friends. Boys, girls, and whatever the hell the others were." She gazed down at her lap, "We used to do everything... together."

The prince watched as she swallowed the hurt in her eyes.

"They died. Were killed... by something one day. When I chose to work as an intern rather than party with them. There was a video recorder there. It must've... must've had the answers to why."

Bulma stopped as she sobbed.

Vegeta watched her. Seeing another side as to why he was attracted to the attitude ridden woman. He held her. Showing only his weaknesses and kindness to her.

She cried on. Living in the memory until it didn't make her weep anymore. Bulma's eyes dried slowly as the sun set and her wonderful children came running to Vegeta and her. The woman genuis smiled kindly at them as they whined to leave. To go home.

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Bra had just gotten to sleep. Being so like her father, the girl fought about everything she was able to. Bulma watched as Vegeta went down to his beloved training room and smirked. Some things would never change.

But some things might. Bulma blew out a breath and told herself she was finally going to let the past go. Picking up a dirty plate that was left in the living room from one of the kids earlier Bulma headed into the kitchen. Humming to herself.

Eight Years Later...

Bulma couldn't help but sigh sadly at the fact her son was now eighteen. The years had gone by fast. She smiled at the dirty plate laying in the living room. The same place as eight years ago. Near the same day. She picked up the plate and decided not to be such a overprotective mother, like Chichi. Humming the same tune she headed towards the kitchen.

The door bell rang. Bulma stopped and thought, 'That's weird. It's eleven o'clock. No one would come here that late.'

Detering she headed to the door. Unlocking and opening it she looked to the person. Shocked she dropped the plate. Hearing it shatter on the tile. She thought the nightmare was over. She thought she had gotten over the past. She thought she was mentally stable.

Bulma gasped at her old boyfriend. Standing there as he had been the last day the blue eyed woman saw him. He was still seventeen. Still so beautiful. Still alive.

"Tamaka?!"

He smirked at her. "You've gotten old, Bulma. My love."

She stared open- mouthed at him. What was she going to do now?

Next Time:

Chapter 2: A Secret

"I've come for you, Bulma. I want to return everything to what it used to be." He smiled darkly, "More or less."

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