Things happen
Chapter 1: Changes
It was the usual day at the Capsule Corporation. The servo bots were humming around. Mr. Briefs was hidden in his lab developing another round of stronger fighting robots which will be hopefully not be destroyed as quickly as the others effected by a certain ever grumpy looking saiyan. Mrs. Briefs was busy looking after her darling geraniums and everything was quite peaceful. And if the neighbours of the Briefs learned something during the last year then to enjoy every quiet moment they could get. Because they usually didn't last long. The constantly humming of the gravity room should at least be heard until dinner time and it already exploded last week - so no heartattacks had to be calculated as well, so everybody was quite relaxed.
After taking care of her flowers Mrs. Briefs went into the kitchen to fix some snacks & drinks for tea time. She was expecting her daughter back any second now from her usual shopping trip. Just as everything was set up a car pulled up the driveway. It was an open red racing style car driven by a young woman in her twens who at the moment had some trouble to grab all the bags. With some difficulty she managed to heave them all out of the backseat and stumbled towards the entrance.
"Hi mom. I'm back. Could you please give me a hand with my shopping bags? They're quite heavy."
A blue haired head peeked over the bags looking out for her mother.
"Come here, my dear."
With that Mrs. Briefs took some of the bags taking them into the kitchen.
"Looks like you have been quite successful today."
She said smiling at her only daughter. Not waiting for an answer she ushered her daughter out on the backyard.
"How about we have some tea now Bulma? Come on."
Sitting at the garden table Bulma's mother picked up her chatting.
"So where have you been? Did you went to Macy's? I think they had a big summer sale. I read it somewhere in a magazine. And Orsay is selling to discount prices also. I saw this gorgeous dress yesterday with stripes and...."
Bulma let her mom talking and easily blended her out. She just wanted to relax and so she just said "yes" or "you're right" here and then. She almost drifted off to sleep as she heard her mother asking her something.
"Bulma, I didn't hear you coming back yesterday night. Did you had fun with your girlfriends?"
Surprised Bulma's head snapped up. Usually her mom didn't ask what she was doing when she was out with her friends.
Quickly recovering Bulma answered: "Sure. We went to the movies and in a club afterwards. We had a pretty good time."
After some thinking she added: "We decided to meet again today. We're going to that new bar Downtown."
Nervously she shifted in her chair to gain a more comfortable position but her mother was already talking about something else. Or rather about somebody else.
Their houseguest.
Bulma was still regaining her composure from her mom's inquirements about her night life as she asked her daughter:
"Why don't you take that nice young man with you? I'm sure he would enjoy some earthly experiences."
Bulma instantly got a coughing fit and spilled half of her tea.
"What?!"
She almost screamed, at once loosing her just regained composure.
"That jerk?! Mom, that's supposed to be joke?"
Furiously she glared in the direction of the gravity room.
"Mr. High-and-Mighty would probably blow everything up. He's an ungrateful bastard. We took him in and what are we getting?! Nothing than insults and complains from our pampered little princie."
Bulma made a face and grinning devishly she added: "And I don't think he can dance anyway."
Mrs. Briefs shook disapprovingly her blond curls: "Oh honey, don't say that. He is a real nice person, he just never learned how to express his feelings."
"If he even has them..." Bulma muttered quietly to herself.
Loud she said: "I'm going up to my room, unpacking my shopping bags. I'll be down for dinner." She got up and went to the kitchen grabbed the bags and headed to her room.
After closing the door she let the bags fall onto the floor. She made a step towards her closet which was across her room as suddenly her world went spinning. She let herself fall back against the door, closing her eyes she slid down the door. Breathing heavily as her heart raced in her chest. After a while it slowed down and she crawled to her bed, falling asleep as she lay her head on the covers.
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In the meanwhile a very satisfied Vegeta destroyed the last training device and with a back flip to the control panel he switched the machine off. The training went pretty good today and nor the baka woman nor her annoying mother disturbed his training today. He could feel his power raising from day to day but there was still something important missing to break the limit to become a Super Saiyan. But there was still almost two years left until the androids would arrive and he was sure he would figure it out.
'Even Goku that baka figured it out, so I his prince should have no problem with reaching the next level. I will be the legendary Super Saiyan.'
But in the back of his mind doubt was nagging. Angrily he punched the metallic wall which didn't make it any better.
After a few minutes of punching a nice hole into the wall he calmed down and feeling much better he decided that he was hungry. So he headed to his room to get his things for a shower.
As he passed Bulma's room some weird murmuring was to be heard and drawers opened and closed.
'Probably she just bought herself more of that junk which already stuffed her closet. And now she is standing in front of the mirror admiring her oh so gorgeaus body.' He sarcastically thought. Shaking his head about that baka woman he continued his way towards the bathroom.
But he didn't get her out of his head. Recently she was acting really weird.
He stepped into the shower, relaxing instantly as the steaming water massaged his sore muscels. In his mind he was displaying things of the same blue haired woman who invited him a year ago to stay with her family.
'Well, for one thing she broke up again with that weakling Yamchu which wasn't anything out of line. But she didn't respond to any of his making up offers which was very unusual. Normally she would be angry at Yamchu for a couple of days and pouting all the time and bawl her eyes out in her room. Now already three weeks went by and appearently she didn't even missed that weakling.'
Annoyingly Vegeta had to admit that this pleased him a lot. He couldn't stand that dishonorable human imbecile one bit and he could't understand what she was seeing in him anyway.
'Well, what is that baka in comparison to a prince.'
Before his thoughts could go any further in this direction he focused his attention on Bulma's weird behavior again.
So another thing was that the woman spent most of her time out of the house mostly somewhere in the city regarding to her mother's endlessly chattering.
Often she would be back not before morning, slipping into her room and thinking nobody was noticing.
'Well, she just doesn't know how good saiyan ears are.'
He smirked and suddenly frowned. It just looked like the woman was changing her lifestyle. She was out with that new car of hers, sleeping till noon, she's not showing any interest in her lab and not calling anybody of the Z-gang which was even weirder considering how much time she spent with them before.
'So maybe she just figured out what loosers those idiots are.'
He smirked. With that thought he finished his shower and got ready for dinner.
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"Shit, damnit...where did I put them?? They're supposed to be somewhere here. And Mom knows that the servo bots have nothing to do in my room. So just where is that stupid bottle?"
She grumbled and let herself fall backwards on her back going through all the places she could have put them. She frowned as an idea came to her mind.
"Yeah, I know ...... the music box. Silly me!"
She smacked her head lightly and leaned over to grab the little box from it's place on her nightstand. Usually she kept old things in there, holding memories of her childhood but today her eager fingers were looking for something else.
After a few seconds she found the small bottle and took it out.
She put the music box back in its place and walked over to her bathroom.
A look in the mirror told her it was really time. She already looked quite pale and her eyes looked funny. The blood pounded in her ears as a new dizzy spell hit her. She tumbled and almost let the small bottle fall. Luckily Bulma caught herself at the sink and slowly lowered herself to the bathroom floor. Breathing slowly she waited for the dizziness to pass. As she felt better a couple of minutes later she quickly opening the bottle to fumbled out a simple white pill.
She tossed it into her mouth and tried to swallow it but her mouth was too try already. With all the strengh she could muster she pulled herself up again. Grabbing a glass from the sink she filled it with water and was finally able to drown that white pill down her throat. As soon as she swallowed it utter relief washed over her.
'Now everything will be fine. I just have to hold on a little longer.'
A smile on her lips she let herself sink to the floor waiting for the pill to take effect.
'I made it. Again.'
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Say what do you think? In my country pretty much everybody is obsessed with DBZ. The only thing I think is interesting is the fanfiction dealing with Bulma & Vegeta. I loved to read those great stories about them, and one day I wrote this but never actually finished the first chapter until today. It's a long time I read or saw something of DBZ so it would be nice if I kept everything in line.