Disclaimer: No, I don't own these things.
If I did, I wouldn't be writing it here would I? ;-)
Author's Note: I'm not very good at writing
novellas. I get tired easily of my story and I'm pretty busy lately and so,
chapters would come a bit slowly. ;-) So, this first part would be continued to
the end, but basically it's a stand-alone piece. The context of this piece
would not be explored.
Author's Pleadings: Puh-lease, puh-lease read and
review! All feedback is appreciated!
Timeline of piece: Right at the end of Dragonball
Z, you know, where everyone is happy and the sort.
The Visitor
It was raining heavily when
Bulma heard a sharp rap on the door. No one had been at home, save for the
robots that usually greeted the door for her. But, today, strangely the robots
didn't open the door. Bulma looked at the computer screen and noticed something
very peculiar. The security of her house went up notches high as though the
entire mansion was on red alert. The security robots were in attack mode and
were about to attack whatever it was that was at the front door.
Bulma
frowned. She was quite certain it was some sort of malfunctioning. There were
no enemies left within this world. Her house was perfectly capable on detecting
that anything aggressive might be her husband or her son or her friends. There
was another sharp rap on the front door.
A mixture
of fear and curiosity scrambled up her throat. Bulma wondered if it were Vegeta
and Trunks, sparring outside with the security robots. But they would have more
fun sparring with each other, that she discarded the idea immediately.
"Mummy."
Bulma
jumped at the voice. She turned around and saw her little girl at the door of
her lab. Her little blue-eyed, blue-haired baby who had stolen everyone's
hearts the moment they met her, including her husband's. The usually cheerful
bubbly little girl now had a touch of melancholy to her, which almost broke
Bulma's heart.
"What is
it, honey?"
"Mummy,
someone very important is at the door. Don't let her in, mummy."
Bulma
frowned in surprise.
"Bra, do
you know who is at the door?"
The little
five year old shook her head. "No, mummy."
"Then how
do you know she's important?"
"Because
she is mummy." Bra answered matter-of-factly. She sounded indignant, irked that
her mother didn't believe her.
"And why
shouldn't I let her in?" Bulma asked.
"Because
she would bring a lot of pain." Bra answered again.
Bulma was
surprised with her daughter's answers. Bra suddenly left, to hide in her room.
A few weeks
ago, Bra had suddenly started to say things, that was plain weird and strange,
in her opinion. She would know who was at the door without looking, or she
would be able to reiterate the exact thoughts that she was thinking. Vegeta was
surprised when Bra had suddenly uttered a few words in Saiyan, although Vegeta
had never spoken his language in a long time. It was also at that time, the
touch of melancholy had set in her usually cheerful daughter.
There was
another sharp rap on the door.
'Curiosity
killed the cat.' Thought Bulma as she went downstairs to open the door. Bulma
punched in the codes to override the security codes and the red alert mode her
house was in. The door immediately released the lock. She opened the door.
It was a
mess outside. The robots that had attacked were in pieces and it was smoking.
They were destroyed. There was a woman in a long black leather jacket, but
Bulma couldn't see her face. The fear started scrambling at Bulma's throat.
She
would bring a lot of pain, Bra's thoughts echoed in her head.
A sole
robot charged at the woman and Bulma could see her raise a gun. With one single
shot, the robot went down.
Impossible!
Bulma's mind screamed. The robot would never go down that easily, not even with
the most advanced gun in the world. The only thing that could stop her robots
were ki! Yet that woman stopped her security robots.
Panic seized Bulma. Bulma wanted
to turn and shut the door. She would never doubt her security system ever
again. Nor would she ever doubt her daughter. If and only if she could turn
around, run in and shut the door and set her home in red alert. But she seemed
frozen in her spot, watching with morbid fascination at the woman's deadly
accuracy in putting away her robot.
The woman turned around slowly.
Bulma gasped in fear and in surprise when she could see her face. They were
mirror images of each other, save the woman was younger…very much
younger...perhaps a teenager and her hair was jet black. The woman's eyes were
cold and lifeless.
Bulma wanted to scream as the
young woman looked at her coldly and raised the gun. But before she managed to
pull the trigger on Bulma, there was an odd look of realisation and recognition
that came across her face. A flash of pain was reflected across the young
woman's face when the young woman suddenly collapsed to the floor.