P I T C H B L A C K.............................
............................................................a fic by Rhapsody~*
.................................................................................................... 11: Dangers
The outside world didn't look too dangerous at first. The darkness was as dark as ink, and the passengers, excluding Vejita, could only see what the small flashlight beams could illuminate. Vejita, however, saw everything.
In the distance, the termite hills rose into the horizon, enlongated as the strange flying creatures flocked out by the thousands. They reached into the sky as far as the (doctored) eye could see, emitting their spine-tingling noises and going after each other for food. Vejita scowled and looked around the immediate area, which was invested with the variation of creatures that could not fly. He saw some that were larger than horses among the normal, dog-sized population. They screeched at each other and moved away from the light as Bulma aimed it around blindly. A flock of the flying things ripped past overhead, their beady little eyes focused hungrily on the small, shivering group. Judging from the unbelieveable concentration of the aliens, Vejita could be fairly certain that they had already made their murderous little way into their wrecked ship.
"What do you see?" Bulma asked in a low whisper, as if the sound of her voice would disturb the creatures. "I know that you've seen something."
Vejita looked down at the woman's worried face, then back to the swarming masses of aliens that edged bravely closer, their fangs bared. "Nothing of noteworthy importance. You know, the usual millions of different variations of the same hungry creature, flying and crawling their way around the damned light."
Bulma frowned and squinted out towards the horizon, her normal human eyes handicapped by the darkness. "I wish that I could see." She exhaled, then did something that she herself wasn't expecting. She placed a quivering hand on Vejita's muscled arm. "Lead the way."
"You must have a death wish, woman," Vejita grumbled, agitated by the reaction to her timid contact. He hadn't been voluntarily touched by any person, let alone a woman, in years. Excluding his struggling victims, of course, but that was hardly the same thing. He knew that Yamcha could see, and cooled his nerves with that thought.
He stepped out of the ship with Bulma beside him, causing the group of brave aliens that had ventured closer to scatter in all directions, wary of the light Bulma carried shakily. The flutter of millions of wings could be heard overhead, but Bulma never once flinched or ducked, as the others did behind them. She stared unblinkingly forward, her eyes focused on her destination. Vejita adjusted his two energy cells he was dragging by some rope and looked back to Yamcha and Goku, who dragged one each. Chichi and Marron were huddled together near them.
"Look forward," Bulma insisted quietly. "Please."
"Calm down," Vejita snapped in response. "As long as you're carrying that light the little shits aren't going to bother you."
"I'd like to be extra careful, if you don't mind."
Vejita rolled his eyes and began moving faster. The things were getting braver-- some had even gone so far as to stick a tail or a claw into the beam of light, and had recoiled with minor burns as a result of the exposure. Vejita observed how the things moved. They kept their heads at an angle as they walked, because their eyes were on either side of their head, like a horse's was. This reminded Vejita of something, but he couldn't quite place it...
"Blind spots," Bulma pointed out for him. "See the position of their eyes? They can't see directly in front of them. That's strange."
Vejita looked down at her sharply, wondering how she could be thinking the same thing as he, then shook off the thought. It hardly mattered anyway. All was going relatively well, until the passengers began shouting from behind them. Bulma and Vejita turned just in time to catch a glimpse of Chichi tripping and falling out of the safety of the light. Marron shrieked and jumped at Yamcha, who nearly fell to the ground in shock. Goku reached out, but it was too late. The brown, crawling creatures lunged at the screaming woman, but the flying things got to her first. The horrifed humans watched as Chichi was carried up into the air and eaten alive simultaneously, her shrieks and moans of pain echoing over the barren land. Goku fell to his knees, his face a mask of shock and sorrow. One down, five to go.
Bulma withdrew her hand from Vejita's arm and stared blankly at the splatters of blood that stained the planet's soil where Chichi had been just a few seconds ago. The others were doing much the same thing, except for Marron, who sobbed hysterically in Yamcha's arms.
"Oh Kami," Bulma breathed. "She's gone."
"She didn't want to live, anyway," Vejita commented under his breath. "Now we only have to get rid of two more people."
Bulma turned to him incredulously. "I can't believe that you just said that. She's DEAD!"
"How nice of you to notice." Vejita turned and began dragging the energy cells towards the capsule ship again. "Hurry up, I need that light!"
They ended up following Vejita, not surprisingly. There was no body to dispose of, not even a limb or two to show for Chichi's violent death. Goku was silent and stoic as he dragged his energy cell behind him, all traces of his agreeable smile gone. Bulma missed his cheerful attitude already. She was musing over how easy it was to get yourself killed when Vejita stopped in his tracks.
"We can't go this way anymore," he said monotonously, as if he were relating the weather.
Bulma stared blindly off into the distance. "Why the hell not?"
Vejita observed the massive scene of carnage that stretched as far as the eye could see. The aliens had begun to eat each other, and weren't being very discreet about it. As far as Vejita's vision stretched, large groups of the things huddled together, ripping and tearing each other apart with eerie shrieks of pain, victory, who knew? The things were so consumed in their meal(s) that it would literally impossible to blaze a path through them.
"Do you really want to know?"
Bulma shook her head, her stomach lurching. Yamcha, however, would not be convinced so easily.
"This is a scam!" he exclaimed angrily. "You're trying to lead us into trouble so that you can take the ship for yourself!"
Vejita scowled, then turned around to look Yamcha face-to-face. "If you have so little faith in me, then why don't you just go on ahead, Captain America? I think that you're forgetting something here-- I can see in the dark, you can't. You'd do well to keep your damned mouth shut."
Yamcha frowned, but gave in. "You're going to pay for this, son of a bitch."
"There's no need to insult my dear old mother," Vejita called back as he surveyed the area for another route to the ship. "And by the way, you have me trembling in my little space boots with your threats."
"Arrogant motherfuck..."
Vejita ignored Yamcha's mutterings and concentrated on finding a way around the masses of cannibalized aliens to the capsule ship. There was a large canyon to the right, which seemed to be the clearest spot as far as he could see. The only threat seemed to be the aliens that hid up in the rocks above the canyon, ready to pounce on whoever came near. Vejita eyed the two flashlights and burning pieces of wood that Marron and Goku carried, and pressed ahead in that direction.
Bulma deliberately stayed behind, though she kept her flashlight aimed up near Vejita for protection. She was still horrified at the cold way Vejita had regarded Chichi's death. In a way, she knew that he was right for pressing ahead, but that didn't mean that she had to be happy about it. The sounds of Goku's occasional sniffles and deep, defeated sighs were enough to tear her apart inside. She wasn't a soft person, but witnessing the gruesome deaths of three people she was supposed to be responsible for did odd things to a person. She couldn't even imagine what a mess Vejita must be inside. She brushed some hair out of her face and concentrated on walking steadily ahead, though the idea of following a convicted serial killer blindly into the alien-invested darkness did not rest well on the mind.
"I-- we have to stop!" Marron exclaimed frantically from behind her. "I'm gonna be sick!"
Vejita reluctantly stopped and turned around in time to see Marron fall to her knees and begin vomiting violently. The girl's hair was getting in the way, so Bulma knelt beside her and held it aside, even though her own stomach was growling in protest. She couldn't help but notice the blood in the liquid that Marron was emitting. The malnutrition and dehydration was beginning to take its toll. Bulma suspected that the emotional stress she had been experiencing was a contributing factor as well. When Marron finished, she collapsed weakly into Bulma's lap, her eyes fluttering weakly.
"I feel so strange..." Marron's eyes darted around wildly. "I feel sick."
"We have to keep going!" Yamcha shouted intensely. "We can't afford to sit and wait for her to start feeling better. We ALL feel like shit!"
"We have to stop for a least a few minutes," Bulma insisted. "She's got to recover before she goes hiking around the planet after Vejita."
The convict sighed and approached them, dragging the energy cell behind him. "Fine. We rest. Build a fire or something." The passengers watched as he dropped the rope connected to the two energy cells he carried and disappeared into the shadows to be alone. It seemed that even the bloodthirsty aliens knew better than to mess with Vejita.
"Shh," Bulma soothed Marron absently, her eyes locked on the shadowy figure of Vejita. "Rest."
Goku and Yamcha managed to build a small fire using the flames that licked up their makeshift torches and some brittle, dead branches they discovered around th area. In order to get the flames started, they had to contribute strips of their own tattered clothing. Bulma fingered the raw edge of her shirt, which was now ripped to reveal her flat stomach, and watched the flames silently. Marron dozed in her lap, trembling and shuddering periodically as if nightmares plagued her. No nightmare, however, could be worse than their current situation.
When Marron had not stirred for a minute or so, Bulma gently got up from under her and crossed the area over to Vejita, who stared blankly ahead, ignoring her. She crossed her arms and stood near him, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
"What do you want?" he demanded. "Get back into the light with the others."
Bulma shook her head and glanced over at the fire, where everyone but Yamcha was distracted. Yamcha caught her eyes, then looked away quickly. She hoped that he would keep his eyes on his own business.
"I want to know why you tried to protect me," she began quietly. "When Yamcha slapped me."
Vejita scowled and crossed his arms. "What makes you think that I was protecting you? I would take any opportunity to maim that bastard."
Bulma averted her gaze to her feet, then back up at Vejita boldly. "Don't bullshit me, Vejita."
"I don't bullshit anybody," Vejita snapped back, his unnatural eyes gleaming oddly.
Bulma watched as he stepped back into the deep shadows near the edge of the canyon, hiding himself from her view. She followed him, lured in by the strange look in his eyes, then realized that they couldn't be seen from the fire in case something happened. Her heart raced in her chest. "Vejita?" she called out softly, reaching out blindly ahead of her. Her fingers met with the cool flesh of Vejita's chest, and she felt herself being seized by strong hands pulled closer. She didn't have time to gasp before Vejita suddenly covered her mouth with his. Bulma eyelids fluttered against his face in shock. He was kissing her. She was kissing HIM. She found herself responding instead of pulling away, which surprised her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted closer to him as she felt hands along her small waistline, exploring. She was so enthralled in the spur-of-the-moment kiss that when Yamcha grabbed her and began pulling her way, she fell back on the sand on her ass.
Not knowing what else to do without Vejita's protection, she scurried on her hands and knees back into the fire's light. She knew that Yamcha had overstepped his bounds one last time, and interuppted the wrong person's kiss. Her lips still tingled from the encounter.
Through the darkness, she could make out three areas of movement-- Vejita, Yamcha, and one of the creatures brave enough to venture closer. Bulma covered her ears to block out the violent sounds of Yamcha's death. Whether it was done by Vejita or the creature, she could not determine. Did it even make a difference anymore? Behind her, Marron had awaken and was clinging to Goku, sobbing for all she was worth. Bulma could hardly blame her.
Vejita suddenly emerged from the shadows, carrying a bloody knife in one hand and Yamcha's flashlight in the other. Bulma, overwhelmed by her mixed and raging emotions, rested her forehead in the dirt and cried, though no tears came out of her eyes. She hadn't had enough water, even for that. A large hand rested on the small of her back-- Vejita. Bulma slowly lifted herself up into a kneeling position and met his luminescent eyes with her own.
"Get up," Vejita urged quietly. "Get up or else you'll be joining him soon enough."
Bulma brushed some tousled strands of hair out of her face. "Did you kill him?"
The convict gave her his strange smirk, the one that reminded her that he was a killer and no just the latest bad boy. "I sure as hell helped."
With her question somewhat answered, Bulma found the strength to lift herself out of the dirt and onto her feet with only a bit of Vejita's assistance. WHen she lifted her eyes, she found herself nearly pressed up against him as she had been very recently, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Once again I find myself in a perilous position," Vejita said quietly, his arms still wrapped around her.
Bulma lifted a brow and fought back her nervousness. "And what are you planning to do about it?"
Vejita chuckled, and much to Bulma's surprise, reached out and slid the scrunchie out of her hair, allowing her longish hair to fall around her shoulders. Bulma narrowed her eyes and studied him puzzledly. She had no chance to respond, because Vejita pulled away and started to wipe his bloodstained knife clean. Bulma realized that he had been holding it close to her the whole time and was thankful that she hadn't known. Vejita's eyes flashed as he turned away and started trudging through the canyon again, dragging the energy cells along with him.
"Wow, Bulma," Marron remarked as they moved to follow. "You've changed."
Bulma nodded silently and moved to assist Goku in dragging the two energy cells. Marron was right. She had.
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(A/N): Wow, this chapter was done wayyy before I was expecting it to. I wrote this entire thing in the space of an hour! Talk about inspiration... Anyway thanks for all of those reviews! I swear, you guys are almost TOO good to me. *Ego beings inflating uncontrollably*. ^_^;; I hope that I can expect the same kind of response for all the other chapters... ^_______^ -------- Biiiiig dopey grin... LOL! Until next time.... ja ne, and please remember to drop a review!
Rhapsody~*
HawaiianBabay@aol.com
AOL Instant Messanger: Hawaiian Babay
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............................................................a fic by Rhapsody~*
.................................................................................................... 11: Dangers
The outside world didn't look too dangerous at first. The darkness was as dark as ink, and the passengers, excluding Vejita, could only see what the small flashlight beams could illuminate. Vejita, however, saw everything.
In the distance, the termite hills rose into the horizon, enlongated as the strange flying creatures flocked out by the thousands. They reached into the sky as far as the (doctored) eye could see, emitting their spine-tingling noises and going after each other for food. Vejita scowled and looked around the immediate area, which was invested with the variation of creatures that could not fly. He saw some that were larger than horses among the normal, dog-sized population. They screeched at each other and moved away from the light as Bulma aimed it around blindly. A flock of the flying things ripped past overhead, their beady little eyes focused hungrily on the small, shivering group. Judging from the unbelieveable concentration of the aliens, Vejita could be fairly certain that they had already made their murderous little way into their wrecked ship.
"What do you see?" Bulma asked in a low whisper, as if the sound of her voice would disturb the creatures. "I know that you've seen something."
Vejita looked down at the woman's worried face, then back to the swarming masses of aliens that edged bravely closer, their fangs bared. "Nothing of noteworthy importance. You know, the usual millions of different variations of the same hungry creature, flying and crawling their way around the damned light."
Bulma frowned and squinted out towards the horizon, her normal human eyes handicapped by the darkness. "I wish that I could see." She exhaled, then did something that she herself wasn't expecting. She placed a quivering hand on Vejita's muscled arm. "Lead the way."
"You must have a death wish, woman," Vejita grumbled, agitated by the reaction to her timid contact. He hadn't been voluntarily touched by any person, let alone a woman, in years. Excluding his struggling victims, of course, but that was hardly the same thing. He knew that Yamcha could see, and cooled his nerves with that thought.
He stepped out of the ship with Bulma beside him, causing the group of brave aliens that had ventured closer to scatter in all directions, wary of the light Bulma carried shakily. The flutter of millions of wings could be heard overhead, but Bulma never once flinched or ducked, as the others did behind them. She stared unblinkingly forward, her eyes focused on her destination. Vejita adjusted his two energy cells he was dragging by some rope and looked back to Yamcha and Goku, who dragged one each. Chichi and Marron were huddled together near them.
"Look forward," Bulma insisted quietly. "Please."
"Calm down," Vejita snapped in response. "As long as you're carrying that light the little shits aren't going to bother you."
"I'd like to be extra careful, if you don't mind."
Vejita rolled his eyes and began moving faster. The things were getting braver-- some had even gone so far as to stick a tail or a claw into the beam of light, and had recoiled with minor burns as a result of the exposure. Vejita observed how the things moved. They kept their heads at an angle as they walked, because their eyes were on either side of their head, like a horse's was. This reminded Vejita of something, but he couldn't quite place it...
"Blind spots," Bulma pointed out for him. "See the position of their eyes? They can't see directly in front of them. That's strange."
Vejita looked down at her sharply, wondering how she could be thinking the same thing as he, then shook off the thought. It hardly mattered anyway. All was going relatively well, until the passengers began shouting from behind them. Bulma and Vejita turned just in time to catch a glimpse of Chichi tripping and falling out of the safety of the light. Marron shrieked and jumped at Yamcha, who nearly fell to the ground in shock. Goku reached out, but it was too late. The brown, crawling creatures lunged at the screaming woman, but the flying things got to her first. The horrifed humans watched as Chichi was carried up into the air and eaten alive simultaneously, her shrieks and moans of pain echoing over the barren land. Goku fell to his knees, his face a mask of shock and sorrow. One down, five to go.
Bulma withdrew her hand from Vejita's arm and stared blankly at the splatters of blood that stained the planet's soil where Chichi had been just a few seconds ago. The others were doing much the same thing, except for Marron, who sobbed hysterically in Yamcha's arms.
"Oh Kami," Bulma breathed. "She's gone."
"She didn't want to live, anyway," Vejita commented under his breath. "Now we only have to get rid of two more people."
Bulma turned to him incredulously. "I can't believe that you just said that. She's DEAD!"
"How nice of you to notice." Vejita turned and began dragging the energy cells towards the capsule ship again. "Hurry up, I need that light!"
They ended up following Vejita, not surprisingly. There was no body to dispose of, not even a limb or two to show for Chichi's violent death. Goku was silent and stoic as he dragged his energy cell behind him, all traces of his agreeable smile gone. Bulma missed his cheerful attitude already. She was musing over how easy it was to get yourself killed when Vejita stopped in his tracks.
"We can't go this way anymore," he said monotonously, as if he were relating the weather.
Bulma stared blindly off into the distance. "Why the hell not?"
Vejita observed the massive scene of carnage that stretched as far as the eye could see. The aliens had begun to eat each other, and weren't being very discreet about it. As far as Vejita's vision stretched, large groups of the things huddled together, ripping and tearing each other apart with eerie shrieks of pain, victory, who knew? The things were so consumed in their meal(s) that it would literally impossible to blaze a path through them.
"Do you really want to know?"
Bulma shook her head, her stomach lurching. Yamcha, however, would not be convinced so easily.
"This is a scam!" he exclaimed angrily. "You're trying to lead us into trouble so that you can take the ship for yourself!"
Vejita scowled, then turned around to look Yamcha face-to-face. "If you have so little faith in me, then why don't you just go on ahead, Captain America? I think that you're forgetting something here-- I can see in the dark, you can't. You'd do well to keep your damned mouth shut."
Yamcha frowned, but gave in. "You're going to pay for this, son of a bitch."
"There's no need to insult my dear old mother," Vejita called back as he surveyed the area for another route to the ship. "And by the way, you have me trembling in my little space boots with your threats."
"Arrogant motherfuck..."
Vejita ignored Yamcha's mutterings and concentrated on finding a way around the masses of cannibalized aliens to the capsule ship. There was a large canyon to the right, which seemed to be the clearest spot as far as he could see. The only threat seemed to be the aliens that hid up in the rocks above the canyon, ready to pounce on whoever came near. Vejita eyed the two flashlights and burning pieces of wood that Marron and Goku carried, and pressed ahead in that direction.
Bulma deliberately stayed behind, though she kept her flashlight aimed up near Vejita for protection. She was still horrified at the cold way Vejita had regarded Chichi's death. In a way, she knew that he was right for pressing ahead, but that didn't mean that she had to be happy about it. The sounds of Goku's occasional sniffles and deep, defeated sighs were enough to tear her apart inside. She wasn't a soft person, but witnessing the gruesome deaths of three people she was supposed to be responsible for did odd things to a person. She couldn't even imagine what a mess Vejita must be inside. She brushed some hair out of her face and concentrated on walking steadily ahead, though the idea of following a convicted serial killer blindly into the alien-invested darkness did not rest well on the mind.
"I-- we have to stop!" Marron exclaimed frantically from behind her. "I'm gonna be sick!"
Vejita reluctantly stopped and turned around in time to see Marron fall to her knees and begin vomiting violently. The girl's hair was getting in the way, so Bulma knelt beside her and held it aside, even though her own stomach was growling in protest. She couldn't help but notice the blood in the liquid that Marron was emitting. The malnutrition and dehydration was beginning to take its toll. Bulma suspected that the emotional stress she had been experiencing was a contributing factor as well. When Marron finished, she collapsed weakly into Bulma's lap, her eyes fluttering weakly.
"I feel so strange..." Marron's eyes darted around wildly. "I feel sick."
"We have to keep going!" Yamcha shouted intensely. "We can't afford to sit and wait for her to start feeling better. We ALL feel like shit!"
"We have to stop for a least a few minutes," Bulma insisted. "She's got to recover before she goes hiking around the planet after Vejita."
The convict sighed and approached them, dragging the energy cell behind him. "Fine. We rest. Build a fire or something." The passengers watched as he dropped the rope connected to the two energy cells he carried and disappeared into the shadows to be alone. It seemed that even the bloodthirsty aliens knew better than to mess with Vejita.
"Shh," Bulma soothed Marron absently, her eyes locked on the shadowy figure of Vejita. "Rest."
Goku and Yamcha managed to build a small fire using the flames that licked up their makeshift torches and some brittle, dead branches they discovered around th area. In order to get the flames started, they had to contribute strips of their own tattered clothing. Bulma fingered the raw edge of her shirt, which was now ripped to reveal her flat stomach, and watched the flames silently. Marron dozed in her lap, trembling and shuddering periodically as if nightmares plagued her. No nightmare, however, could be worse than their current situation.
When Marron had not stirred for a minute or so, Bulma gently got up from under her and crossed the area over to Vejita, who stared blankly ahead, ignoring her. She crossed her arms and stood near him, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
"What do you want?" he demanded. "Get back into the light with the others."
Bulma shook her head and glanced over at the fire, where everyone but Yamcha was distracted. Yamcha caught her eyes, then looked away quickly. She hoped that he would keep his eyes on his own business.
"I want to know why you tried to protect me," she began quietly. "When Yamcha slapped me."
Vejita scowled and crossed his arms. "What makes you think that I was protecting you? I would take any opportunity to maim that bastard."
Bulma averted her gaze to her feet, then back up at Vejita boldly. "Don't bullshit me, Vejita."
"I don't bullshit anybody," Vejita snapped back, his unnatural eyes gleaming oddly.
Bulma watched as he stepped back into the deep shadows near the edge of the canyon, hiding himself from her view. She followed him, lured in by the strange look in his eyes, then realized that they couldn't be seen from the fire in case something happened. Her heart raced in her chest. "Vejita?" she called out softly, reaching out blindly ahead of her. Her fingers met with the cool flesh of Vejita's chest, and she felt herself being seized by strong hands pulled closer. She didn't have time to gasp before Vejita suddenly covered her mouth with his. Bulma eyelids fluttered against his face in shock. He was kissing her. She was kissing HIM. She found herself responding instead of pulling away, which surprised her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted closer to him as she felt hands along her small waistline, exploring. She was so enthralled in the spur-of-the-moment kiss that when Yamcha grabbed her and began pulling her way, she fell back on the sand on her ass.
Not knowing what else to do without Vejita's protection, she scurried on her hands and knees back into the fire's light. She knew that Yamcha had overstepped his bounds one last time, and interuppted the wrong person's kiss. Her lips still tingled from the encounter.
Through the darkness, she could make out three areas of movement-- Vejita, Yamcha, and one of the creatures brave enough to venture closer. Bulma covered her ears to block out the violent sounds of Yamcha's death. Whether it was done by Vejita or the creature, she could not determine. Did it even make a difference anymore? Behind her, Marron had awaken and was clinging to Goku, sobbing for all she was worth. Bulma could hardly blame her.
Vejita suddenly emerged from the shadows, carrying a bloody knife in one hand and Yamcha's flashlight in the other. Bulma, overwhelmed by her mixed and raging emotions, rested her forehead in the dirt and cried, though no tears came out of her eyes. She hadn't had enough water, even for that. A large hand rested on the small of her back-- Vejita. Bulma slowly lifted herself up into a kneeling position and met his luminescent eyes with her own.
"Get up," Vejita urged quietly. "Get up or else you'll be joining him soon enough."
Bulma brushed some tousled strands of hair out of her face. "Did you kill him?"
The convict gave her his strange smirk, the one that reminded her that he was a killer and no just the latest bad boy. "I sure as hell helped."
With her question somewhat answered, Bulma found the strength to lift herself out of the dirt and onto her feet with only a bit of Vejita's assistance. WHen she lifted her eyes, she found herself nearly pressed up against him as she had been very recently, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Once again I find myself in a perilous position," Vejita said quietly, his arms still wrapped around her.
Bulma lifted a brow and fought back her nervousness. "And what are you planning to do about it?"
Vejita chuckled, and much to Bulma's surprise, reached out and slid the scrunchie out of her hair, allowing her longish hair to fall around her shoulders. Bulma narrowed her eyes and studied him puzzledly. She had no chance to respond, because Vejita pulled away and started to wipe his bloodstained knife clean. Bulma realized that he had been holding it close to her the whole time and was thankful that she hadn't known. Vejita's eyes flashed as he turned away and started trudging through the canyon again, dragging the energy cells along with him.
"Wow, Bulma," Marron remarked as they moved to follow. "You've changed."
Bulma nodded silently and moved to assist Goku in dragging the two energy cells. Marron was right. She had.
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(A/N): Wow, this chapter was done wayyy before I was expecting it to. I wrote this entire thing in the space of an hour! Talk about inspiration... Anyway thanks for all of those reviews! I swear, you guys are almost TOO good to me. *Ego beings inflating uncontrollably*. ^_^;; I hope that I can expect the same kind of response for all the other chapters... ^_______^ -------- Biiiiig dopey grin... LOL! Until next time.... ja ne, and please remember to drop a review!
Rhapsody~*
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