UNTHINKABLE
Chapter 1: My Thoughts
It was an unusually warm summer's night in West City.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars twinkled
brightly in the dark sky. Bulma was sitting in a chair out on
her balcony a gentle breeze caressed her skin and gently
blew through the tresses of blue hair that stylishly touched
her shoulders. Gone was the perm and she was secretly
grateful for that, she couldn't believe that she had let her
mother talk her into that one, she chuckled at the thought.
Clad in only a tank top and blue jean shorts, she placed her
pedicured feet onto the railing of the balcony and tipped her
chair back. Once she was sure that the chair was secure,
she reached over to the nearby table and grabbed her
cigarettes and a lighter. Raising the cigarette to her lips she
lit it inhaling through her mouth and exhaling through her
nose, she began thinking about the events that took place a
couple of weeks ago.
The mysterious teenager had been on Bulma's mind a
lot. Who was he? Why did he look so familiar to her? It
pissed her off, because the genius could not figure it out,
and truth be told there were very little instances when the
scientist couldn't find explanations to a problem. Shaking
her head to clear her thoughts, she closed her eyes and let
her mind roam. First the Androids, how could she help to
destroy them? Secondly, was she really ready to take over
her father's position of President of Capsule Corporation?
Thirdly, was she really ready to settle down and have
children, ever since Goku made the comment about me
having a baby, Yamcha has been driving me insane! Last and
definitely not least there's Vegeta. It really wasn't bad
having him at the compound. He pretty much kept to
himself, the only times we really saw him was at meal times,
or when he complained about the gravity room being
inadequate. When that happened, that's when the sparks
would fly. She had to give him credit he was the only one
that can match her insult for insult. She let out a chuckle
remembering their last verbal sparring match.
If she was honest with herself, the last two thoughts
bothered her. As she began to concentrate on them she put
the cigarette to her mouth and took a long drag off it, she
flicked her ash into the nearby tray and continued to dissect
the issues that were bothering her. She took on the lesser of
two evils. If Vegeta was to get stronger than Goku would he
destroy Earth, she really didn't think so, in a strange way
she trusted Vegeta. Even if he was the biggest asshole she
had ever met, she knew that deep down he wasn't as bad as
he wanted people to think he was. All of the Z-fighters
questioned her decision to help the Saiyan Prince, especially
Yamcha. He had died the day that Nappa and the Prince
came to Earth and he believed Vegeta to be truly evil, but
she had seen something in the Prince, he had nothing. His
kingdom was gone, destroyed by the tyrant that he had
served for 25 years. Everything and everyone that he had
known his whole entire life had suddenly vanished. Vegeta
had nothing but his pride left, she understood him.
As if on cue, the hum from the gravity simulator invaded
her thoughts. Looking off into the direction of the capsule
ship, a sad smile currently graced her lips.
"Mom is right, Vegeta does work hard, and I just hope he
doesn't kill himself trying to become a Super Saiyan." Bulma
whispered into the night.
With a sigh of frustration, Bulma ran a hand through her
hair and continued to smoke her cigarette. Regaining her
train of thought, she quickly brought her thoughts back to
Yamcha.
Now Yamcha was a different matter altogether. She
knew he liked to flirt with girls, but that really didn't matter
to her as much as she made him believe, because she liked
to flirt with guys herself. Their relationship was rapidly
disintegrating, they were growing apart. The only thing that
was keeping them together was the length of time they had
been together and sex. It was almost as if by Goku
mentioning this mystery child to her that he began
smothering her with attention and he'd even threw out a
weak marriage proposal, but she just wasn't feeling it, or
maybe she wasn't feeling him anymore. Ever since she
invited Vegeta to stay she noticed a drastic change in him
that she really couldn't put her finger on, but she didn't want
to push him about it. That would only lead to more
arguments. She'd let it go for now.
If Bulma was honest with herself she knew that her love
had changed for Yamcha. Yeah, she still loved him there
was no denying that, hell truth be told when Goku's brother
Raditz had come to Earth they had been broken up. Goku
was killed, Piccolo kidnapped Gohan to train, and for the
next year all the Z-fighters prepared for the arrival of the
Saiyans. They had slipped back into their old pattern. She
had missed him terribly while they had been broken up, or
maybe she just missed the sexual aspect of the relationship.
She really wasn't too sure what she missed the most.
While on Namek she had had a lot of time to herself to
think about things, especially while hopping around the
planet as a frog. A frown was immediately placed on her
face as she thought about her misadventure given to her by
that bastard Captain Ginyu, again she took a pull from her
cigarette to calm her nerves. Suddenly a thought had hit her!
She was no longer happy with her desert bandit. The thought
lingered there for a moment. She realized that she had been
settling. Her dilemma had changed drastically, she needed
to break up with Yamcha, and she needed a vacation, just a
little time alone where she didn't have to worry about the
Androids, Capsule Corp., Vegeta, and lastly Yamcha. She
knew what she was about to do was going to hurt his
feelings, but she needed to do it for the both of them. It was
time to move on.
With that settled she grabbed her cell phone and called
up her parent's travel agent. The phone rang twice before
someone answered, "Custom Travels, Susie speaking."
"Susie this is Bulma Briefs, hey I'm going on vacation can
you find me some place nice where I can flaunt my bod in a
fabulous two piece," laughing she listened as Susie began
spewing tropical places at her.