After four years of being an advocate reader and reviewer I believe it is now time to contribute to this website, This being
my first story I have already developed an emotional tie to it. Please be honest with reviews, not only am I here for the
joy of writing I want to improve my skills as a story teller . Enjoy~ PoisonedDarkAngel
Prologue
Everything held a cost. Bulma Briefs knew this better than anyone else; of course she had her career
as chief executive of Capsule Corporation to thank for that sour tidbit of life. Regardless, Bulma could
not comprehend the dead seriousness that had enveloped in her day to day world. No, Bulma was not
naive to as to how every time she dozed off into the sectors of her fantasy land Vegeta's disdained
stare followed suit; no she had enough Son Goku to play the role as the naive one for both of them.
But then again wasn't it the abundance of a certain cheery saiyan that started this whole thing?
Bulma could feel her finely manicured hands reach for her aquamarine hair ready to uproot it from her
throbbing skull, frustrated that she could not pinpoint exactly why this was happening. She was a
damn scientist for Christ sake! And not just any scientist mind you, she was of course the creator of the
Gravity Chamber, a machine so technically complex that it was almost up to par with the strength and
endurance of a grown saiyan. She shouldn't be having this problem! Not wanting to fluctuate her ki
more than it already was, Bulma reached for the pint of Rocky Road Ice Cream that had partially melted
and cozied herself into her favorite orange love seat. Swirling the gooey concoction of dark chocolate,
almonds, and marshmallows, Bulma couldn't help but smile softly at the fact as to how similar Son Goku
was to Rocky Road Ice Cream. Overly sweet yet still addicting.