It was raining, not hard... but raining still. There had been bitter winds that morning, winds that plucked leaves from trees and set open gates banging, but that was over now. There was a coolness in the atmosphere that wasn't all together uncomfortable, sort of made you feel drowsy yet fidgety at the same time. The rain continued as it's want to do after a storm, drizzling lightly on the window pane. The rain, along with the coolness of the day and the greying rain clouds over head made for a rather sad day... or a happy one that you'd spend outside running through rain puddles and wetting your bestfriend with if you were ten.
Mrs. Briefs was sitting in her living room stirring a cup of coffee. She'd been going through the same motions for about half an hour and the coffee was disgustingly cold, no one in their right mind would drink it... but of course Mrs. Briefs wasn't in her right mind, hadn't been since a few days ago. She stared straight the TV but the thing wasn't turned on and it really didn't matter because she wasn't watching anything, rather she was thinking. One might say she was in a state of shock... or one might say a circuit shorted out and there were a few cables loose in her head.. you know, the usual blond thing. Nah, let's be nice, she was in shock.
Outside in the drizzling wetness that's usually associated with rainy days Dr. Briefs was pounding away at the gravity machine who had decided today, of all days, to break down. The doc was attacking the bolts and screws of the machine with such ferocity that Vegita, who usually had a few sarcastic remarks about how earths scientists were so behind, knew better then to mess with the over worked bolt juggler. Lightning crashed some distance away and soon after came the low rumble of thunder. The combination of both startled the black cat that's always hanging around Dr. Briefs shoulder and it clung tighter than ever. Vegeta smirked slightly, turned on his heels and went into the house. The gravity machine was going to be out of order for a while.
Vegita pushed open the sliding glass door and walked in, ever mindful(or rather not) of the fact that he was tracking mud through the already worn carpet. He expected either Mrs. Briefs or Bulma to attempt another ear shattering argument on monkeys beaing trained to wipe their feet but to his surprise the house was quiet... almost too quiet for his taste. An eyebrow raised he walked slowly over to where Mrs. Briefs was consoling her cup of coffee and crossed his arms, standing between her and the television. He had learned this usual got an earthlings attention. You could bring a house down around their ears and they'll give you a scant nod, run around naked and you'll get nothing but a raised eyebrow, eat the cat and they get a bit peeved... but interupt a womans soap opera and you've signed your death warrent.
Vegita stared at her for a few minutes, absolutly amazed at the fact that she was seemingly staring right through him. Perplexed he turned, looked at the TV, looked back at Mrs. Briefs, back to the TV then finally Mrs. Briefs again. *What the hell...?* "Woman! What in blazes are you doing?!" *Heh, that caught her attention....* Vegita's expresion dropped from a smug grin to absolute confusion. Mrs. Briefs blinked slightly, seeming to realize just now that Vegita was standing infront of her. "Oh! A fire?" The woman look confused. "No woman, what in bloody hell is going on?" She seemed even more lost. "Blood? You know you shouldn't let those cuts of yours go untreated dear, go down to the clinic and have them bandage that up for you... theres a good boy..." Vegita blinked a few times, taken aback... "What the... forget it! I'm Hungry, where's the food?" Mrs. Briefs went back to stirring her coffee, answering in a confused tone "Hungary? Well.. I don't know where Hungary is.. I think it's over in the Americas... I don't know, you'll have to ask my husband about that one... now be a good Saiyjin and train." She neither smiled nor gave any other form of acknowledgment, simply went back to the coffee rutine.
Now Vegita knew Bulma's mom to be an airhead... but this was taking the case to extremes. Something was up, something happened... something big and he had no idea since he was always shut up in the gravity machine. A carelesss shrug was given in hopes to encompass all the human race and instead of hurting himself thinking about it he instead went off in pursuit of Bulma, hoping he could manage to convince her that he needed food as well.
Upstairs a room that usually had music blasting and all sorts of interesting goings on at all hours of the day(and night) was silent. There was a gloom in the hall way though none of the workers that passed it knew exactly why. A room that was usually happy and bright was dark, all shades drawn, all lights off. On the bed lay Bulma, her lower abdomen clutched in her arms as chokeing sobs raked her small forms, tears falling freely on an ever forgiving pillow.
Mrs. Briefs was sitting in her living room stirring a cup of coffee. She'd been going through the same motions for about half an hour and the coffee was disgustingly cold, no one in their right mind would drink it... but of course Mrs. Briefs wasn't in her right mind, hadn't been since a few days ago. She stared straight the TV but the thing wasn't turned on and it really didn't matter because she wasn't watching anything, rather she was thinking. One might say she was in a state of shock... or one might say a circuit shorted out and there were a few cables loose in her head.. you know, the usual blond thing. Nah, let's be nice, she was in shock.
Outside in the drizzling wetness that's usually associated with rainy days Dr. Briefs was pounding away at the gravity machine who had decided today, of all days, to break down. The doc was attacking the bolts and screws of the machine with such ferocity that Vegita, who usually had a few sarcastic remarks about how earths scientists were so behind, knew better then to mess with the over worked bolt juggler. Lightning crashed some distance away and soon after came the low rumble of thunder. The combination of both startled the black cat that's always hanging around Dr. Briefs shoulder and it clung tighter than ever. Vegeta smirked slightly, turned on his heels and went into the house. The gravity machine was going to be out of order for a while.
Vegita pushed open the sliding glass door and walked in, ever mindful(or rather not) of the fact that he was tracking mud through the already worn carpet. He expected either Mrs. Briefs or Bulma to attempt another ear shattering argument on monkeys beaing trained to wipe their feet but to his surprise the house was quiet... almost too quiet for his taste. An eyebrow raised he walked slowly over to where Mrs. Briefs was consoling her cup of coffee and crossed his arms, standing between her and the television. He had learned this usual got an earthlings attention. You could bring a house down around their ears and they'll give you a scant nod, run around naked and you'll get nothing but a raised eyebrow, eat the cat and they get a bit peeved... but interupt a womans soap opera and you've signed your death warrent.
Vegita stared at her for a few minutes, absolutly amazed at the fact that she was seemingly staring right through him. Perplexed he turned, looked at the TV, looked back at Mrs. Briefs, back to the TV then finally Mrs. Briefs again. *What the hell...?* "Woman! What in blazes are you doing?!" *Heh, that caught her attention....* Vegita's expresion dropped from a smug grin to absolute confusion. Mrs. Briefs blinked slightly, seeming to realize just now that Vegita was standing infront of her. "Oh! A fire?" The woman look confused. "No woman, what in bloody hell is going on?" She seemed even more lost. "Blood? You know you shouldn't let those cuts of yours go untreated dear, go down to the clinic and have them bandage that up for you... theres a good boy..." Vegita blinked a few times, taken aback... "What the... forget it! I'm Hungry, where's the food?" Mrs. Briefs went back to stirring her coffee, answering in a confused tone "Hungary? Well.. I don't know where Hungary is.. I think it's over in the Americas... I don't know, you'll have to ask my husband about that one... now be a good Saiyjin and train." She neither smiled nor gave any other form of acknowledgment, simply went back to the coffee rutine.
Now Vegita knew Bulma's mom to be an airhead... but this was taking the case to extremes. Something was up, something happened... something big and he had no idea since he was always shut up in the gravity machine. A carelesss shrug was given in hopes to encompass all the human race and instead of hurting himself thinking about it he instead went off in pursuit of Bulma, hoping he could manage to convince her that he needed food as well.
Upstairs a room that usually had music blasting and all sorts of interesting goings on at all hours of the day(and night) was silent. There was a gloom in the hall way though none of the workers that passed it knew exactly why. A room that was usually happy and bright was dark, all shades drawn, all lights off. On the bed lay Bulma, her lower abdomen clutched in her arms as chokeing sobs raked her small forms, tears falling freely on an ever forgiving pillow.