okay, this is an AU fic about Vegeta and Bulma....please ignore my horrible spelling mistakes!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff...I only worship it!
The Island
The plane shuddered and groaned as it plummeted towards the earth. Bulma tried
frantically to press buttons and pull levers, anything to get the plane to move again.
"I can fix this, I can fix this." She chanted, trying to make herself believe it. She
knew she couldn't though. Black smoke billowed out the back of the plane. Smoke was
never very promising when it came to machines. Bulma could hear the sound of high
pitched shrieking. She wondered where the sound was coming from, before she realized
she was screaming. The ground became closer and closer. There was no more time to fix
the plane. As a last resort she pressed the eject button, but it was too late. There was an
explosion as the plane hit the ground and for Bulma there was only blackness.
The black haired man lifted his head as he heard the plane explode. He
absentmindly wondered if there might be anything of use to him in the wreckage.
Shrugging, he went back to skinning the animal he had killed with his bare hands. He
would look later. Of course, he never thought to wonder if there were any survivors.
Bulma groaned as she awoke with the most awful headache she had ever had in her
entire life. Where was she? What had happened? She looked around at her surroundings.
She was lying on a beach, there was sand everywhere. Pieces of her plane were floating in
the water surrounding this...this...island? She remember now. She had been flying to a
convention over seas. She ran the company Capsule Corps., so traveling a lot was
something she was used to and flying herself was no big deal. Bulma had flown for a long
time and was highly trained, but even the most highly trained people run into problems
now and then. Her plane had made some strange noises, caught on fire and had started to
descend towards the water. It was a miracle that she had crashed near this island. She
groaned.
"Is there anything on this island? All I see is sand, water, and palm trees. Kami,
save me." With great effort Bulma sat up and checked herself over. Amazingly she had no
broken bones. She had a few bruises and cuts but nothing very major. It seemed as though
she were meant to be kept alive, but for what purpose?
The black haired man sat up in a tree, scowling down at the blue haired woman.
How the hell could she survive a crash like that? And why the hell did she have to land on
HIS sanctuary. He waved his tail, deep in thought. What was he to do? He didn't want to
kill her, he didn't like the taste of earthlings. The woman didn't seem that strong, she would
probably die in a few days, but it was best to keep an eye on her anyway. With that the
man disappeared into the forest, back to where he had come.
Bulma had tried to salvage objects on the plane that she could use to survive. All
she had found was a suitcase with some of her clothes and a bathing suit, and a bag of
soggy chips. The chips were not going to help her. Bulma sighed. She didn't know what
she was going to do.
"I'll just have to use all my brain power, I am one of the smarter people on this
planet. I just have to come up with something." She thought outloud. So Bulma got to
work right away building a shelter to keep herself out of the rain. She took the big leaves
that she had found on a certain plant and tied them to a branch just above her head. This
made a sort of umbrella and she had only tied a few leaves.
"See, everything will be fine." She reassured herself throughout her work.
The black haired man watched the blue haired woman put together a shelter for
herself. He had to admit he was impressed. She was smarter than she looked, maybe she
would survive longer then he had thought. The man was already starting to get more
interested in this woman. She was obviously beautiful to look at, it made the man wish to
get closer to her. He had not been near a woman in quite a long time, and she did not seem
to be stupid. This alone amazed him, it was not often that you saw such beautiful woman
with any sort of intelligence. The man's tail twitched as he watched the woman. If she
survived throughout the month, he vowed, he would attempt to meet her.
Bulma had been on the island for a week now. She had built herself a tent like
shelter and had made herself tools to catch animals to eat. Now, she didn't bother to
change clothes, she wore her bathing suit everyday. Bulma had not fully explored the
island yet. She was afraid of what she might find, already she could swear she had seen a
large animal with a long tail watching her from the treetops. After she had seen it, Bulma
had spent hours sharpening a long stick for protection. She did not want to meet that
animal unprotected, whatever it was.
The black haired man could hardly wait for a month to be up. This woman was
intriguing. He would spend hours hiding in the shrubbery just observing her. Sometimes he
could hear her talking to herself. She would speak of what she did on the island or her
family and friends at home. Some people named Goku, Chi-chi, Gohan, Krillin, and she
seemed to be especially fond of someone named Yamcha. Sometimes he would wish that
she would speak his name, although she had probably never heard it. He hadn't heard his
name in such a long time. He hadn't even heard his own voice in months. He loathed the
idea of needing companionship, but he wished to have someone to at least argue with. He
sighed. When he had come to this island to escape from humanity he had no idea how
much he had needed it. Of course, he could leave anytime, but he wasn't. He told himself
that it was because he still couldn't stand being around the moronic people of this planet,
but deep inside he knew that it was this woman. The man growled angrily at his own
foolish thoughts. What was he thinking of? He did not need anyone, nor would he ever. He
turned back into the foliage, to escape from his own thoughts.
Bulma sat quietly in front of the fire she had made. She missed home very much. If
only there was a way to contact the outside world. There had been no equipment from the
plane to use, it had all been blown to pieces. She must keep hope. Her friends at home
must be looking for her. Yes! Goku would come and find her! He must know that she is
still alive, he will figure out a way to come save her! Then Bulma remembered how bright
her friend Goku was. He wouldn't know she was still alive, the thought had probably never
crossed his small mind. He still had problems remembering Bulma's phone number and
they had been friends almost all their lives. Bulma covered her face with her hands and
began to cry. She let out all her frustrations and fears in the sobs that ravaged her body. No
one would find her and she would die on this island!
"Why? Why did I have to fly to that stupid conference and get stuck on this stupid
island! I'll be here for the rest of my life! I'm alone on this island, no one can help me
now!" She cried into her hands.
"Not exactly." a gruff voice spoke beside her.
End of Part 1! Hope y'all liked it! Please tell me! hallokitty1@juno.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff...I only worship it!
The Island
The plane shuddered and groaned as it plummeted towards the earth. Bulma tried
frantically to press buttons and pull levers, anything to get the plane to move again.
"I can fix this, I can fix this." She chanted, trying to make herself believe it. She
knew she couldn't though. Black smoke billowed out the back of the plane. Smoke was
never very promising when it came to machines. Bulma could hear the sound of high
pitched shrieking. She wondered where the sound was coming from, before she realized
she was screaming. The ground became closer and closer. There was no more time to fix
the plane. As a last resort she pressed the eject button, but it was too late. There was an
explosion as the plane hit the ground and for Bulma there was only blackness.
The black haired man lifted his head as he heard the plane explode. He
absentmindly wondered if there might be anything of use to him in the wreckage.
Shrugging, he went back to skinning the animal he had killed with his bare hands. He
would look later. Of course, he never thought to wonder if there were any survivors.
Bulma groaned as she awoke with the most awful headache she had ever had in her
entire life. Where was she? What had happened? She looked around at her surroundings.
She was lying on a beach, there was sand everywhere. Pieces of her plane were floating in
the water surrounding this...this...island? She remember now. She had been flying to a
convention over seas. She ran the company Capsule Corps., so traveling a lot was
something she was used to and flying herself was no big deal. Bulma had flown for a long
time and was highly trained, but even the most highly trained people run into problems
now and then. Her plane had made some strange noises, caught on fire and had started to
descend towards the water. It was a miracle that she had crashed near this island. She
groaned.
"Is there anything on this island? All I see is sand, water, and palm trees. Kami,
save me." With great effort Bulma sat up and checked herself over. Amazingly she had no
broken bones. She had a few bruises and cuts but nothing very major. It seemed as though
she were meant to be kept alive, but for what purpose?
The black haired man sat up in a tree, scowling down at the blue haired woman.
How the hell could she survive a crash like that? And why the hell did she have to land on
HIS sanctuary. He waved his tail, deep in thought. What was he to do? He didn't want to
kill her, he didn't like the taste of earthlings. The woman didn't seem that strong, she would
probably die in a few days, but it was best to keep an eye on her anyway. With that the
man disappeared into the forest, back to where he had come.
Bulma had tried to salvage objects on the plane that she could use to survive. All
she had found was a suitcase with some of her clothes and a bathing suit, and a bag of
soggy chips. The chips were not going to help her. Bulma sighed. She didn't know what
she was going to do.
"I'll just have to use all my brain power, I am one of the smarter people on this
planet. I just have to come up with something." She thought outloud. So Bulma got to
work right away building a shelter to keep herself out of the rain. She took the big leaves
that she had found on a certain plant and tied them to a branch just above her head. This
made a sort of umbrella and she had only tied a few leaves.
"See, everything will be fine." She reassured herself throughout her work.
The black haired man watched the blue haired woman put together a shelter for
herself. He had to admit he was impressed. She was smarter than she looked, maybe she
would survive longer then he had thought. The man was already starting to get more
interested in this woman. She was obviously beautiful to look at, it made the man wish to
get closer to her. He had not been near a woman in quite a long time, and she did not seem
to be stupid. This alone amazed him, it was not often that you saw such beautiful woman
with any sort of intelligence. The man's tail twitched as he watched the woman. If she
survived throughout the month, he vowed, he would attempt to meet her.
Bulma had been on the island for a week now. She had built herself a tent like
shelter and had made herself tools to catch animals to eat. Now, she didn't bother to
change clothes, she wore her bathing suit everyday. Bulma had not fully explored the
island yet. She was afraid of what she might find, already she could swear she had seen a
large animal with a long tail watching her from the treetops. After she had seen it, Bulma
had spent hours sharpening a long stick for protection. She did not want to meet that
animal unprotected, whatever it was.
The black haired man could hardly wait for a month to be up. This woman was
intriguing. He would spend hours hiding in the shrubbery just observing her. Sometimes he
could hear her talking to herself. She would speak of what she did on the island or her
family and friends at home. Some people named Goku, Chi-chi, Gohan, Krillin, and she
seemed to be especially fond of someone named Yamcha. Sometimes he would wish that
she would speak his name, although she had probably never heard it. He hadn't heard his
name in such a long time. He hadn't even heard his own voice in months. He loathed the
idea of needing companionship, but he wished to have someone to at least argue with. He
sighed. When he had come to this island to escape from humanity he had no idea how
much he had needed it. Of course, he could leave anytime, but he wasn't. He told himself
that it was because he still couldn't stand being around the moronic people of this planet,
but deep inside he knew that it was this woman. The man growled angrily at his own
foolish thoughts. What was he thinking of? He did not need anyone, nor would he ever. He
turned back into the foliage, to escape from his own thoughts.
Bulma sat quietly in front of the fire she had made. She missed home very much. If
only there was a way to contact the outside world. There had been no equipment from the
plane to use, it had all been blown to pieces. She must keep hope. Her friends at home
must be looking for her. Yes! Goku would come and find her! He must know that she is
still alive, he will figure out a way to come save her! Then Bulma remembered how bright
her friend Goku was. He wouldn't know she was still alive, the thought had probably never
crossed his small mind. He still had problems remembering Bulma's phone number and
they had been friends almost all their lives. Bulma covered her face with her hands and
began to cry. She let out all her frustrations and fears in the sobs that ravaged her body. No
one would find her and she would die on this island!
"Why? Why did I have to fly to that stupid conference and get stuck on this stupid
island! I'll be here for the rest of my life! I'm alone on this island, no one can help me
now!" She cried into her hands.
"Not exactly." a gruff voice spoke beside her.
End of Part 1! Hope y'all liked it! Please tell me! hallokitty1@juno.com