Thingz Can Change Five: Thingz Can't Change
Disclaimer: All hail the person that invented DBZ; it was not me, and I am making NO money outta this soooooooo pleaze don't sue, I'm poor enough as it is.
Author's Note: Here's where the plot thickens. Not quite what you expected no? The dragonballs were suppose to work weren't they? WRONG! That'd be WAY too boring! So lets see what Bulma and the others do now! Pleaze review and a BIG GIGANTIC THANXZ to all those peepz that have reviewed. Your the greatest!
As the rest of them ran over to see what they thought their ears heard, Mirai Bulma started laughing, not a happy laugh, but a eerie chuckle. " I knew this wouldn't work, I told ya not to mess with fate and destiny, we've failed yet again. How many times does this have to be proven, thingz can't change!"
" But Bulma thingz can change! You just have to have faith. Hope lives eternally. Where there's a will there's a way, and if there's a way we'll find it no matter what," Bulma replied more to herself than to Mirai Bulma.
" Stop fooling yourself Bulma, you know the dragonballs are the only way we can bring them back, and now all hopes of that are lost too. You might as well go back to your timeline, before YOUR dragonballs get stuck that way," replied Mirai Bulma.
Bulma looked at Mirai Bulma for a moment, and time seemed to stall as the two women stared at each other, as though they were prying into each other's soul to find answers.
" I guess you're right. We should go back before we do any more damage than we already have," Bulma replied sadly, " Good-bye Bulma and sorry that we couldn't help, sorry for all the trouble we've caused, and sorry for opening a old wound."
" Let's go Vegeta, Trunks, Goten," Bulma said, " Good-bye Chichi-san, Trunks-chan, Bulma-san, I hope to see you again . . . some day."
" Lets hope that we don't," Mirai Bulma replied coldly.
After saying their goodbyes, Bulma and the others left to go back to the time machine they came here in. When they landed beside the time machine Bulma let out a sigh.
" What is it now woman?" Vegeta asked irritated with Bulma's sigh.
" I just wish we could've helped her, but it seems we hurt her more than we helped," Bulma replied, " It's just not fair. I try to do something good and it blows up in my face. I hurt her, I know that, I reminded her of you. She really misses you Vegeta, I can see that."
" Kausan, don't be sad you tried your best, at least u TRIED," Trunks said trying to comfort his mother.
" Yeah Bulma-san, it's not your fault, don't be sad," Goten said.
" The little brats are right woman, don't blame yourself for something that you didn't do. You humans and your stupid emotions," Vegeta said in his usual flat, emotionless voice.
" Well EXCUSE ME, Mr. I'm the Almighty Prince Vegeta, but that's the way we humans are, so if you don't like it, then that's your problem not mine," Bulma screamed.
" Baka shut up your hurting my ears," Vegeta growled as he picked Bulma up and walked into the time machine.
" Vegeta put me down NOW!" Bulma screamed.
" Whatever you say woman," Vegeta smirked and threw Bulma into her seat.
Trunks and Goten looked at each other, sighed (add the anime sweat drop!) and walked in after Vegeta with the dragonballs.
" Stupid sayains . . . stupid Vegeta, why did I ever marry him? Mirai Bulma and I must be insane," Bulma grumbled as she started the time machine. As the machine started to hum, Bulma looked at the monitors and noticed something wrong.
" Oh my gosh! Vegeta it's gonna blow get outta- "BOOM!" Bulma's sentence was cut off by a huge explosion as the time machine exploded to pieces.
Author's Note: Sorry that was real short, but what else was I suppose to write? Hehehe! Don't ya just hate me? Another cliffhanger! Now, I got good news and I got bad news! Good news is I'm gonna continue writing this fic, bad news is that the next chapter won't be out for a few more days, and u can probably guess why, homework, school the usual. I'm sorry and I promise I'll try to get it out as soon as I can. Til next time keep reading.
Disclaimer: All hail the person that invented DBZ; it was not me, and I am making NO money outta this soooooooo pleaze don't sue, I'm poor enough as it is.
Author's Note: Here's where the plot thickens. Not quite what you expected no? The dragonballs were suppose to work weren't they? WRONG! That'd be WAY too boring! So lets see what Bulma and the others do now! Pleaze review and a BIG GIGANTIC THANXZ to all those peepz that have reviewed. Your the greatest!
As the rest of them ran over to see what they thought their ears heard, Mirai Bulma started laughing, not a happy laugh, but a eerie chuckle. " I knew this wouldn't work, I told ya not to mess with fate and destiny, we've failed yet again. How many times does this have to be proven, thingz can't change!"
" But Bulma thingz can change! You just have to have faith. Hope lives eternally. Where there's a will there's a way, and if there's a way we'll find it no matter what," Bulma replied more to herself than to Mirai Bulma.
" Stop fooling yourself Bulma, you know the dragonballs are the only way we can bring them back, and now all hopes of that are lost too. You might as well go back to your timeline, before YOUR dragonballs get stuck that way," replied Mirai Bulma.
Bulma looked at Mirai Bulma for a moment, and time seemed to stall as the two women stared at each other, as though they were prying into each other's soul to find answers.
" I guess you're right. We should go back before we do any more damage than we already have," Bulma replied sadly, " Good-bye Bulma and sorry that we couldn't help, sorry for all the trouble we've caused, and sorry for opening a old wound."
" Let's go Vegeta, Trunks, Goten," Bulma said, " Good-bye Chichi-san, Trunks-chan, Bulma-san, I hope to see you again . . . some day."
" Lets hope that we don't," Mirai Bulma replied coldly.
After saying their goodbyes, Bulma and the others left to go back to the time machine they came here in. When they landed beside the time machine Bulma let out a sigh.
" What is it now woman?" Vegeta asked irritated with Bulma's sigh.
" I just wish we could've helped her, but it seems we hurt her more than we helped," Bulma replied, " It's just not fair. I try to do something good and it blows up in my face. I hurt her, I know that, I reminded her of you. She really misses you Vegeta, I can see that."
" Kausan, don't be sad you tried your best, at least u TRIED," Trunks said trying to comfort his mother.
" Yeah Bulma-san, it's not your fault, don't be sad," Goten said.
" The little brats are right woman, don't blame yourself for something that you didn't do. You humans and your stupid emotions," Vegeta said in his usual flat, emotionless voice.
" Well EXCUSE ME, Mr. I'm the Almighty Prince Vegeta, but that's the way we humans are, so if you don't like it, then that's your problem not mine," Bulma screamed.
" Baka shut up your hurting my ears," Vegeta growled as he picked Bulma up and walked into the time machine.
" Vegeta put me down NOW!" Bulma screamed.
" Whatever you say woman," Vegeta smirked and threw Bulma into her seat.
Trunks and Goten looked at each other, sighed (add the anime sweat drop!) and walked in after Vegeta with the dragonballs.
" Stupid sayains . . . stupid Vegeta, why did I ever marry him? Mirai Bulma and I must be insane," Bulma grumbled as she started the time machine. As the machine started to hum, Bulma looked at the monitors and noticed something wrong.
" Oh my gosh! Vegeta it's gonna blow get outta- "BOOM!" Bulma's sentence was cut off by a huge explosion as the time machine exploded to pieces.
Author's Note: Sorry that was real short, but what else was I suppose to write? Hehehe! Don't ya just hate me? Another cliffhanger! Now, I got good news and I got bad news! Good news is I'm gonna continue writing this fic, bad news is that the next chapter won't be out for a few more days, and u can probably guess why, homework, school the usual. I'm sorry and I promise I'll try to get it out as soon as I can. Til next time keep reading.