Hey be nice with this one. Review people! Please don't sue me DragonballZ owners
because I don't own it at all and you wouldn't get that much money anyways and I don't
have any, haha so it's not worth it. This story is about a young girl in the mists of war.
There is a law against woman fighting in the war and its like Mulan. Only the dressing up
like, a boy part. This is a Bulma and Vegeta fan fiction and maybe more. This would be a
rating of N17 but fan fiction.net was being a punk and put it out. This story contains
warfare, sexual category, bloodily details; sex and you know all the N17 stuff. Just enjoy
and don't forget to review because I put a lot of time on this. Here it goes.
Corrupted
Today was the most beautiful day.
Cold.
Gloomy.
Damp.
Dark.
Mysterious and smelly!
With a pinch of rotten bloody stench. Houses that are lined up exactly the same with the
exact same designs! Thin large pieced of wood for the roofs with dissolved bricks and no
windows. In the houses there were no carpets, just pasted rock hard floors.
The area was a waist land with no flowers, trees or even dead grass. What was left of the
rivers was filled with dead floating fish and brown water. The remaining lades were
either dried out or filled with deceased bodies and trash.
The last of the animals were either dead starving, or had migrated someplace else. The
streets were filled with dying soldiers and rotten skeletons with the remains of human
body parts scattered everywhere.
Yes, today was a beautiful, well maybe for Bulma that is. In the last house, down a dark
blood-spattered road, a young girl named Bulma at the age of six teed waiting patiently
there. Staring out of her small window, were a brick use to be. Waiting for any sudden
movements. Today was the day when her father would return home from the war.
WAR? Yes war, her father was forced to leave and fight for the blasted country that
cares little for them. Along with other young boys and men. Leaving behind poor
defenseless women behind to worry about their worthless hides.
She could still remember when her father left, Bulma and her mother. When she begged
him to take her, pleading to him that she was as good as any other boy. He simple
wouldn't have it. Shaking his head and saying take care of your mother. What a lane
excuse even for a ten-year old girl. Then he just walked away, he didn't even look
back. Not a single goodbye or anything. He just left like there was nothing worth looking
back at. That's when she heard it; the wind must have carried the message to her.
'If only you were a boy'
Authers note: How about that!... I'll write more but i need more reviews so r/r. What
do you think about it so far? thanks for reading it people.
because I don't own it at all and you wouldn't get that much money anyways and I don't
have any, haha so it's not worth it. This story is about a young girl in the mists of war.
There is a law against woman fighting in the war and its like Mulan. Only the dressing up
like, a boy part. This is a Bulma and Vegeta fan fiction and maybe more. This would be a
rating of N17 but fan fiction.net was being a punk and put it out. This story contains
warfare, sexual category, bloodily details; sex and you know all the N17 stuff. Just enjoy
and don't forget to review because I put a lot of time on this. Here it goes.
Corrupted
Today was the most beautiful day.
Cold.
Gloomy.
Damp.
Dark.
Mysterious and smelly!
With a pinch of rotten bloody stench. Houses that are lined up exactly the same with the
exact same designs! Thin large pieced of wood for the roofs with dissolved bricks and no
windows. In the houses there were no carpets, just pasted rock hard floors.
The area was a waist land with no flowers, trees or even dead grass. What was left of the
rivers was filled with dead floating fish and brown water. The remaining lades were
either dried out or filled with deceased bodies and trash.
The last of the animals were either dead starving, or had migrated someplace else. The
streets were filled with dying soldiers and rotten skeletons with the remains of human
body parts scattered everywhere.
Yes, today was a beautiful, well maybe for Bulma that is. In the last house, down a dark
blood-spattered road, a young girl named Bulma at the age of six teed waiting patiently
there. Staring out of her small window, were a brick use to be. Waiting for any sudden
movements. Today was the day when her father would return home from the war.
WAR? Yes war, her father was forced to leave and fight for the blasted country that
cares little for them. Along with other young boys and men. Leaving behind poor
defenseless women behind to worry about their worthless hides.
She could still remember when her father left, Bulma and her mother. When she begged
him to take her, pleading to him that she was as good as any other boy. He simple
wouldn't have it. Shaking his head and saying take care of your mother. What a lane
excuse even for a ten-year old girl. Then he just walked away, he didn't even look
back. Not a single goodbye or anything. He just left like there was nothing worth looking
back at. That's when she heard it; the wind must have carried the message to her.
'If only you were a boy'
Authers note: How about that!... I'll write more but i need more reviews so r/r. What
do you think about it so far? thanks for reading it people.