Softness, chilly, but so comfortable, velvety feeling under her and over her; a cocoon? Tired, exhaustion, fragile consciousness fading into sweet black oblivion.
Voices, hissing near. Can't make out words. Light, too much light. Something cold on cheeks, thin fingers run weakly on it's small cold surface, disappearing into her hair. Something doesn't feel right, the voices, the feelings, something is not right. The answer just on the brink of consciousness, no don't want to know. No! Comforting sweet darkness, yes.
Silence, complete and utter silence. Taking a deep intake of air to fill her lungs, she grinned softly, feeling like she hadn't been able to that for a very long time. Letting out the air in a long contented sigh, Bulma snuggled weakly onto the too soft mattress, liking the velvety feeling of all the heavy sheets over her and under her. She didn't want to wake any further than she was; she felt numb, comfortable and tired. She felt like the only place she wanted to be, and the only thing she wanted to do, was here and this. This bed and sleep. Sleep forever like all the princesses of her childhood fairy tales, to be awakened by princes escaping reality on their white horses. Another sigh escaped her lips as she wandered around the darkness of her mind, not thinking, only the exquisite feeling of being. There is light beyond the darkness, she can see it, and she can go to it. But there is also something else in the light, there is a knowledge there she desperately doesn't want to seek out. She turns her back to it, staring into the darkness ahead. Sleep, yes, sleep. She could do that.
Her eyes shot open; they were round as flying saucers and staring directly at the high white ceiling. Bulma sat up in a flash and regretted it immensely when the room lurched violently to a side, she gasped and put both hands on her head trying to keep the disorientation and dizziness she felt under a semblance of control. Opening her clouded, groggy blue eyes, Bulma faintly let her gaze wander around the room she was in.
She didn't remember coming in this sickly white room, nothing here felt familiar at all. She sat on a completely white, plush bed, instruments and machines lay all around her, and her questioning eyes studied their appearances for a while as her scientific mind pondered their functioning and utility. Her still clouded mind finally registered that the tubes and wires ran from the machines to her body and head. Bulma understood with a visible start that she was connected to several machines that she had never seen before and couldn't even understand what they were suppose to do. To her growing horror, her fingers closed around a tube that was connected to her left temple. Her breathing quickened as she began pawing her body franticly, her mind overfilling itself with questions, why was she here? Why were there tubes and needles everywhere on her body? What was this strange room? A wave of dizziness hit her full force, making her grimace under its assault. Ceasing all movement, the young woman tried to calm the waves of complete vertigo that threatened to make her spill out the contents of her stomach. Her chest rose and fell in a quickened pace as she felt a growing uneasiness spread inside her like a dry wood fire. Keeping the fits of giddiness under control, Bulma began taking the tubes and needles off of her body in an increasing speed, saving the needle in her head for the end. With tears blurring her vision she fastened her hand on the last tube, and with a small cry of pain, tore it off her head, feeling a warm trickle of blood leaking on the side of her face. Bulma's head turned swiftly to her right when one of the machines began screaming. She stared at the blood-tinted needle in her hand then at the machine, suddenly wishing it to stop its shrill noise. The panicking young woman was about to bash the machine to smithereens when a door she hadn't even noticed before hissed open.
Every thought and feeling fled from Bulma's mind. She felt rooted to the bed. She didn't feel anything as she stared at the door opening in slow motion, revealing a being she knew came from a nightmare. Everything around her went black except for the grim apparition; a being of imposing height, limbs and armour of sickly pale colours, a large nightmarish horned head with a sickening smile of superiority plastered on its lizards face as its eyes stared at her. Bulma felt like everything was going in slow motion. She couldn't believe it, where was she? What had happened? Who was this monster that felt so terribly familiar? Her mind went suddenly blank, a tirade of questions elapsing into silence as everything stopped. Then, everything came back to her with all the subtlety of a broken dam, physically bending her over under the weight of the images, feelings and faces that came rushing back to her mind's eye. Bulma felt like she was drowning as powerful feelings of utter despair and pain beyond imagination flooded back to the surface, like an over flowing sewer, grief so powerful for her friends, her family…her world, that tears were ridiculously inadequate. A brilliant image of the last moment of her world flashed before her, tearing a hoarse, broken complaint from her throat. Opening her eyes wide in panic, she saw with a growing hysteria that the monster was coming for her. In a desperate attempt to get away from this vile creature, Bulma stumbled out of the bed and came crashing down on the cold white floor when she found her legs too weak to support her. She had to get away, to flee, had to… With desperate moans and clutching hands, the young woman managed to crawl to a far corner, turning around as she sat against the wall so she could face her doom. Her mind, a mad frenzy of jumbled thoughts, tried desperately to grasp at something that would make sense that would explain it all.
No, it can't be, she gasped and trembled, no, it's a hallucination! No, oh Kami no! A nightmare, it can't, they… they had left I, I saw them! They thought all terr...Terran dead! I can't be here with, with… please oh please don't let me be here with…" Her mind couldn't even name her nemesis as a paralysing dread spread in her arms and legs, leaving her completely defenceless in front of the advancing monster. Hissed chuckling from the beast managed to get passed her catatonic ears to reach her mind as it's incredible frame bent down slowly, deliberately, thriving as his eyes trailed down on her quivering form, her beautiful features morphed into a mask of absolute terror.
"No!" A pathetic weak little word, so unfit for all the terror she felt, escaped her mouth. Bulma felt a growing darkness tugging at her consciousness as she desperately cringed away from the monster, like a drowning victim she grasped at the darkness like a life jacket and with all her might pulled herself in it. The last thing coherent for the crestfallen woman as she spiralled down in the inky nothingness that would end it all, was a shadow engulfing her, and her own voice letting out a deep, piercing scream. Darkness consumed her and even in her unconscious state she couldn't escape the memories that were suddenly wrenched free.