To Catch a Dragonball
Chapter 1.
Headaches and missing radars
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or really much of anything, so do not sue me! ^_^
Ok people, this is an A/U V/B fic. Please review and tell me what you think so I'll consider whether to keep with this one. Thanks! I appreciate any reviews ahead of time. ^_^
The pre-dawn atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, nothing stirred, but as the first tentative beams of light crept into the sky the people began to rouse themselves. The chatter of voices steadily increased as the morning wore on. The people swirling through the markets stopped frequently to gossip during their shopping. A dark figure paused here and there, glancing casually over the goods set out in the morning light. Listening to the conversations going on, the man smiled.
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The servants scrambled as quickly as possible for safety in the large room. Make-up cases, brushes, even potted plants went flying. Any mad dash for the doorway resulted in a bump at best and a cracked skull at the worst. So the servants wisely decided to remain in their places cowering under the bed. The blue haired woman responsible for the mess finally sat down. Her frantic search had been to no avail, and the recently cleaned room was now another battlefield for her servants to wade through. Now, if she concentrated hard enough, she was certain that she could remember just where she had left it. 'Think girl! There aren't too many places in this room I could have left it, and since it's not in my lab...." She had no clue where it was. Sighing Bulma stood up and walked out of the room. All of the servants scampered out of her way and she had to smile, it was nice being the smartest, prettiest, and richest woman in the world.
"Oh Bulma dear!" Bulma turned and smiled at the blond haired woman walking down the hall towards her. "Bulma, your father wanted to see you." Bulma's smile turned quickly to one of anxiety and sadness. Rushing down the hall with her mother following after her, Bulma ran into the suite.
The man lying quietly in the bed looked so pale and sickly that she almost didn't recognize him. Sitting herself down next to the bed she tried to be as quiet as possible, but her father still opened his eyes and regarded her.
"Bulma, how are the preparations going?"
Bulma thought about the long list of things still to do and shook her head. "Too fast. It's going too fast. Since you're NOT going to die they don't need to be completed so quickly."
Her father smiled weakly at her. "You have to face the truth dea-"
"NO!" Standing up Bulma tried to hold back her tears. "I won't give in that easily, there has to be something that can be done. You may accept this, but I don't. I'm going back to my lab. I'll see you later."
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Propping her feet up on her desk Bulma sat with the book in her lap running her fingers down the page. "According to this there are seven magical orange balls that once gathered and put together would be able to grant any wish. That would be perfect but it would be nice if it would explain where to find these stupid balls and exactly how to get the wish from them. Specifics are a nice gift when you can get them. Oh well, I guess that's why I have that radar, once I find it. I just hope it ends up working correctly."
"What was that miss?"
"Oh nothing. Tell my mother that I will be going out and I might be gone for some days."
"Of course miss, but do you think you ought to....with your father...right now?"
Bulma narrowed her eyes at the servant. "This is for my father, so yes, I think so. You may leave."
The servant quickly exited the room, afraid she would lose her job for contradicting the young heiress.
Bulma swept her gaze around her lab, pausing every so often to contemplate something. "If I were a radar, where would my foolish maker have left me? I could have left it in....no, that seems too obvious. Maybe...no....I wasn't near there lately. I suppose....damn it!" After an hour of this interspersed with trips to likely places Bulma finally found the radar. It was in the most obvious place, which was also her first choice: the capsule box. "I can't believe I just wasted an hour just because I thought this was too obvious! Grrrrr!"
Another hour saw Bulma still in her room picking through her things still on the floor and filling them away into a case. "There, now I can finally leave." Bulma rose from her place on the floor and encapsulated her suitcase.
Walking out of the mansion without so much as a backwards glance she started her journey.
AN: If you would like to be added to my mailing list, please send an e-mail to hibari_heza@yahoo.com and tell me that you want to be added to TCDB. Thanks. ^_^
Chapter 1.
Headaches and missing radars
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or really much of anything, so do not sue me! ^_^
Ok people, this is an A/U V/B fic. Please review and tell me what you think so I'll consider whether to keep with this one. Thanks! I appreciate any reviews ahead of time. ^_^
The pre-dawn atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, nothing stirred, but as the first tentative beams of light crept into the sky the people began to rouse themselves. The chatter of voices steadily increased as the morning wore on. The people swirling through the markets stopped frequently to gossip during their shopping. A dark figure paused here and there, glancing casually over the goods set out in the morning light. Listening to the conversations going on, the man smiled.
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The servants scrambled as quickly as possible for safety in the large room. Make-up cases, brushes, even potted plants went flying. Any mad dash for the doorway resulted in a bump at best and a cracked skull at the worst. So the servants wisely decided to remain in their places cowering under the bed. The blue haired woman responsible for the mess finally sat down. Her frantic search had been to no avail, and the recently cleaned room was now another battlefield for her servants to wade through. Now, if she concentrated hard enough, she was certain that she could remember just where she had left it. 'Think girl! There aren't too many places in this room I could have left it, and since it's not in my lab...." She had no clue where it was. Sighing Bulma stood up and walked out of the room. All of the servants scampered out of her way and she had to smile, it was nice being the smartest, prettiest, and richest woman in the world.
"Oh Bulma dear!" Bulma turned and smiled at the blond haired woman walking down the hall towards her. "Bulma, your father wanted to see you." Bulma's smile turned quickly to one of anxiety and sadness. Rushing down the hall with her mother following after her, Bulma ran into the suite.
The man lying quietly in the bed looked so pale and sickly that she almost didn't recognize him. Sitting herself down next to the bed she tried to be as quiet as possible, but her father still opened his eyes and regarded her.
"Bulma, how are the preparations going?"
Bulma thought about the long list of things still to do and shook her head. "Too fast. It's going too fast. Since you're NOT going to die they don't need to be completed so quickly."
Her father smiled weakly at her. "You have to face the truth dea-"
"NO!" Standing up Bulma tried to hold back her tears. "I won't give in that easily, there has to be something that can be done. You may accept this, but I don't. I'm going back to my lab. I'll see you later."
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Propping her feet up on her desk Bulma sat with the book in her lap running her fingers down the page. "According to this there are seven magical orange balls that once gathered and put together would be able to grant any wish. That would be perfect but it would be nice if it would explain where to find these stupid balls and exactly how to get the wish from them. Specifics are a nice gift when you can get them. Oh well, I guess that's why I have that radar, once I find it. I just hope it ends up working correctly."
"What was that miss?"
"Oh nothing. Tell my mother that I will be going out and I might be gone for some days."
"Of course miss, but do you think you ought to....with your father...right now?"
Bulma narrowed her eyes at the servant. "This is for my father, so yes, I think so. You may leave."
The servant quickly exited the room, afraid she would lose her job for contradicting the young heiress.
Bulma swept her gaze around her lab, pausing every so often to contemplate something. "If I were a radar, where would my foolish maker have left me? I could have left it in....no, that seems too obvious. Maybe...no....I wasn't near there lately. I suppose....damn it!" After an hour of this interspersed with trips to likely places Bulma finally found the radar. It was in the most obvious place, which was also her first choice: the capsule box. "I can't believe I just wasted an hour just because I thought this was too obvious! Grrrrr!"
Another hour saw Bulma still in her room picking through her things still on the floor and filling them away into a case. "There, now I can finally leave." Bulma rose from her place on the floor and encapsulated her suitcase.
Walking out of the mansion without so much as a backwards glance she started her journey.
AN: If you would like to be added to my mailing list, please send an e-mail to hibari_heza@yahoo.com and tell me that you want to be added to TCDB. Thanks. ^_^