I don't own DBZ.
If Bulma had known that she would be stuck in a fucking solitary cell for 48 hours just because of some shitty TV station, she would have kept her mouth shut and pretended like she enjoyed the show. Staring at the wall for two days is enough to make anyone go crazy, but thankfully she can keep herself pretty entertained. The first thing Bulma noticed when she walked through the door was all the shit written on the walls. Every racist, religious, or perverted thing you could possibly think of someone took the time and effort to write it out for any other poor soul to see.
At first, she was confused. Furrowing her brow she thought, what the fuck did they use to write this? All of her personal belongings were taken away from her as soon as she entered the building. None of them were allowed to even wear their shoes in their cells for fuck's sake, so who the hell had the balls to swipe in a marker?
Suddenly it came to her, and she smirked. The buttons.
All of the jumpsuits had a few buttons on them, and apparently they're hard as hell. Ripping one off of her own suit, she was about write something vulgar above a very detailed cock when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
On the other side of the cell, there seemed to be a whole corner of the wall devoted to one artist. It took a minute because the writing looked liked chicken scratches, but eventually she realized she was reading someone's notes.
25lbs per square inch at 48 degree angle to pop ones testicle
25lbs per square inch on carotid arteries causes instant unconsciousness
get a syringe, fill it with air, put it in the vein between the toes, authorities think its a heart attack.
Bulma's eyes just got wider and wider after each new thing she read, but there seemed to be a list a mile long so she saved herself some sanity and cut the reading short. "Okay, someone's a psycho." She mumbled to herself as she walked back to her spot across the room.
All in all, Bulma made it out of alive and sane, but she craved attention from any human being. As soon as the officer came to escort her back to the cafeteria, she jumped at the opportunity to talk. The door was barely opened, but that was all it took for Bulma to slip through.
"HEY! Long time, no see!" She waved in her face with a huge ass grin. The officer grunted, and motioned for her to turn around so she could put the cuffs on.
Bulma did so without a fuss, and was quickly escorted back to where everyone else was eating breakfast. As soon as the cuffs were off, she scurried over to get some food before deciding where she wanted to sit. Like before, there was only about 10 other people in the room, but this time Ryder wasn't there. Her only fucking friend wasn't there. Just fan-fucking-tastic.
At this point, she felt like all hope was lost, so she just planted her ass in the nearest chair. The two boys sitting across from her looked up. One of them glared before looking away, while the other smiled warmly before saying, "Hi."
With a dead-pan look she asked, "We're allowed to talk here, right? Cuz let me tell ya, that solitary cell bullshit was boring as fuck."
He chuckled, "Yea, we're allowed to talk here. It's the only place we're allowed to."
She let out a huge sigh of relief, "Oh thank Kami." She shoved a pile of scrambled eggs into her mouth, "So what the hell did you do to get stuck in here?"
"It's none of your business," growled the shorter of the two.
Bulma snorted and pointed at him with her fork, "Aw, did someone spit in your cereal this morning?"
The taller boy was about to reply, but the short one cut him off, "What the hell was going through your thick skull when you decided to sit your ugly ass down at this table?"
Mouth wide open in shock, Bulma slammed her fork down next to her plate and yelled, "Excuse me, short shit! I didn't know there was a fucking sign here saying only black haired jerks get to sit here!" She jumped up, knocking her chair over in the process, and stormed off while yelling over her shoulder, "And I'm fucking gorgeous!"
Marching off in a huff, but not quite sure where she was going, she started to veer off towards the door hoping no one would notice. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky. Someone with a strong grip grabbed her upper arm before dragging her off in the opposite direction.
Whipping her head around, she put on her best death glare, but the officer wasn't exactly getting the reaction she had hoped. So she tried a different approach. Faking a laugh she asked, "You're taking me to get more breakfast, right? Since you're such a kind and generous person."
The officer snorted, "I'm kind and generous enough to take you back to the solo cell, so you'll learn to behave accordingly during meals. How about that? Kind enough for ya?"
Bulma eyes widened, and she fell to her knees making the officer curse, but she proceeded to drag her along the hallway as if nothing was wrong. "Are you fucking serious? That midget should be in that black hole, not me! I'm innocent! I just wanted to eat my fucking breakfast in peace, and maybe gossip a little since I've been without human contact and communication for two fucking days. Is that too much to ask?"
Rolling her eyes she said, "It is if you can't control your temper."
Upon reaching the solo cell, the officer told her to take off her shoes before entering. Then after catching a glimpse of the pitiful look on Bulma's face she sighed before explaining, "Look, the better you behave hopefully the quicker you'll get out of this place, and move on with life. If you keep acting out you'll never leave."
Standing just over the threshold, Bulma swung around, "HOPEFULLY?" The only answer she got was the door slammed in her face.
Grumbling and cursing, she fell face first on the hard mattress trying to ignore her hunger. Those bastards better fucking feed me a big ass lunch. Turning her head, she looked around the room for any new notes or art. Granted, she was in the room not two hours ago, so she highly doubted that there was anything new. But after being in the cell long enough to know every dent, crack, and scratch she was desperate to find something new and different.
She sighed before rubbing her face with the back of her hand, what was her brother and sister doing? Were they still together? Were they thinking about her? When will she ever see them again? She thought about the same questions over and over. Which unfortunately made her feel a little homesick. She may have lived in a shitty house, in a shitty neighborhood, with a shitty mother, but at least she had the freedom to do pretty much anything she wanted. Even the stuff she wasn't supposed to do she did anyway, and got away with it for the most part. As sad as it sounds, she'd rather be in school then be stuck in this shithole.
Her eyes trailed over to the wall where all the gruesome notes were. There was a sliver of space left above them, and it was callin' her name. After dragging herself out of bed, she plopped down in front of the wall, and yanked off another button from her suit. Hm, what to write , what to write...
Well, she ended up drawing a rather familiar looking midget with black hair that stood straight up as if he had been struck by lightning. She decided he looked better with a frilly dress, lipstick, high heels, and uni-brow. She also decided it would probably be best not to leave her signature. She smirked, that little pansy will never survive in here anyway.
Just as she was finishing the last touches on her masterpiece, there was a bang on the door, followed by a shwish, and her lunch came sliding across the floor from the opening at the bottom of the door. Which was made specifically for tossin' meals to people without even showing your face. Without even turning around, she knew what was on the tray. A juice box, a slice of pizza, and an apple.
Hurrying over to grab the food, she wanted to eat it before it got cold. How much longer will they keep me in here? Another 2 days? They can't do that right? While contemplating about what might happen in the next day or so, she slowly finished her meal. When done, she made her way over to the rock hard bed hoping she'd sleep through most of the time she was locked in there.