This is my first fanfic so don't be too cruel… (But I would love reviews!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any characters no matter how much I wish I did.
P.S: If KimiruMai reads this, thanks for helping me!
Bulma always was a perfectionist and alongside that, a genius. She never thought this would happen to her… She always pictured herself as a younger version of her mother who would grow up to be a classic beauty. She would marry and have children get a job and try and strike it back rich. But today was the day… The day Bulma Briefs would lose everything dear to her…
"Mom! We need to get going or else their going to be all out of tickets!" Bulma shouted up the stairs at her mother who was sure to be twiddling about doing something that would have to do with cosmetics or hair spray. 'I just need to add that final touch' as her mother would say.
When Mrs. Briefs finally did make it downstairs Bulma and her mother headed out to the car and pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder than necessary in their rush. Bulma pulled her blue locks back in a cute puffed up pony-tail and headed to the ticket stand.
This would be quite a show, a great martial arts tournament if they could make it inside. Mrs. Briefs managed to buy the last couple tickets as Bulma and her headed inside. Bulma knew Goku would be fighting first and as he entered the arena began to cheer for him. Goku acknowledged her and the 16 year olds cheek flush deep red. Goku had always been attractive but he seemed to get handsomer the older he got.
Goku's opponent entered the arena. He was a small scrawny animal-like creature that at a first glance seemed pretty weak but if you really looked at it you could see something underneath the surface. A shadow across his eyes that claimed he wasn't exactly what he seemed to be.
A rustling noise came from beside Bulma and she looked over and saw her father. Her father had been smart unlike her and her mother; he had purchased his tickets days before the event. In fact Bulma and her mother were quite lucky to get through the door.
The fight had now begun and Goku and his opponent were now glancing at each other waiting for one of them to make the first move. Their expressions ranged from uneasy and slightly nervous (the scrawny creature) to serious and focused (Goku). Goku made the first move by striking a blow to his head and missing. The scrawny creature hit Goku he was pretty fast. He was almost a blur as he circulated around Goku leaving cuts and scrapes across his body in random places.
Then it happened. Through all the commotion there was a huge explosion not far from here. It was like hearing a car crash but 10 times louder. The explosions got closer. Everyone remained silent as they waited for something to happen. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and the whole structure began to shake and sway. Bulma's mother screamed and held her pale faced daughter in her arms as everything began to blow apart. There was debris flying and spectators screaming and howling in pains as they got whipped, crushed and blown away by the explosion.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING! Bulma thought as her father got crushed by a flying chunk of metal. Dead. NO! Why would this happen to me? My father dead? This place is blowing apart! Hot tears rolled down Bulma's cheeks as she acknowledged her father was never coming back. Her last words with him would have been the good-bye she had said as he left to the store. Her last gesture was the wave she gave to him as he sat down next to her.
We're going to die. Mom and I aren't going to make it! Bulma sobbed helplessly as her and Mrs. Briefs got thrusted backwards to the ground outside where debris and… dead bodies were piling up. They were all crushed and broken… Their faces carved into the screams of terror that they released shortly before dying.
Bulma laid down in her mother's arms and saw above a huge hunk of metal shooting towards them as if they were a target. This is it! Bulma thought, I'm going to die… I'll never say good morning to my mom again. I'll never see Goku anymore… I'll never be able to kiss Yamcha ever again…
Bulma closed her eyes and waited for her death to approach. It was like that pull in your stomach, that pain when your enemy kicks you in the gut… That sick tight feeling. Bulma felt a pang of that and then her mother's screams beside her. Bulma's blue eyes flung open and she saw the metal resting onto of her and her mother. It was right on Bulma's stomach but why wasn't it hurting her? Bulma listen to her mother's last scream as the metal crushed her body.
Mrs. Brief's screams changed to coughs and she splattered dark blood on her daughter's poor innocent face. Her ivory skin stained with blood, how horrid! And this was to be her last sight…
Bulma listened as her mother drew her last breath. Bulma leaned over and kissed her mother's cold forehead. She was dead within the minute and this sprung new tears in Bulma's eyes. Bulma rode out the rest of the explosion.
She listened as the screams died out of others and as they all became still before her. The dust settled and she was still stuck under the huge metal… Bench. Bulma recognized it now. Her mother's blood stained the bench a metallic coppery color as it dried. It made Bulma sick to her stomach.
Bulma wanted to run away, go into hiding, change her name and forget about this day. She tried to move out from underneath the bench but found herself unable. It had her pinned and it was simply too heavy.
How am I still alive? How will I get out of here? My mom and dad are gone forever… I wonder if… GOKU! Goku probably survived this! He'll save me!
"GOKU!" Bulma shrieked with all the strength her lungs would give her (Which was a little because that bench was totally smooshing her.)
Bulma continued her pleas for help for the next half hour and then gave up. If Goku hadn't come by now he never was. But did that mean Goku was dead too? Surely someone as powerful as him wouldn't die in an explosion like this… would they?
Bulma found herself falling asleep. Not so much asleep. Falling asleep was comfortable, easy and promising for a new beginning. Bulma was passing out. She was uncomfortable with the bench stuck on her and sick to her stomach now that her mother's blood had dried on her face and made it tight in places. Kind of like those cheap little tattoos your run under water and they'll stick. Bulma cried over her loved ones she lost and went drifting away into dreamworld.
Alrighty! How was that? I enjoyed writing it but I'm sure I need to patch it up a bit. Please review it would really mean a lot to me. By the way this is also the user Hyperpink4! Thanks guys!