Thingz Can Change Seven: Life or Death
Disclaimer: We know who owns them, and all hail and gravel at his feet, but you're here to read my fic so lets move on shall we?
Author's Note: Okay, Bulma's in bed almost dead, if ya dunno why then go bak and reread chapter six cuz u missed a BIG point. N-eways here's the scoop on this chapter, Bulma finds out where she is? . . . She's not at the CC, I dunno where she is yet! lol cuz I'm just writing the disclaimer and stuff now! I'll figure it out when I'm writing this chapter lol, so if ya wanna know then read on . . .
It was dark . . . all she could see around her was darkness. Everything was pitch black. She was alone, and she knew it . . . . but for a moment, just a quick moment, she thought she heard Vegeta's voice, and the funny thing was, he had said he LOVED her, he had said her NAME, and he had said he NEEDED her. *HA! That's a laugh Vegeta saying that to ME? Impossible, I must be delusional, actually more than delusional . . . I have no clue where I am.*
She could not remember the explosion, but she knew something was wrong with her. She also knew that she was in the wrong place. She didn't belong here, and she knew it. She did not belong to this world . . . what did people here do to things that didn't belong here? She shivered at the thought of it.
If some one was to attack her right now, she wouldn't see them coming. It was pitch black, there was not even a little shred of light. Too bad she couldn't feel ki, this would be a great time to know how. * I can't use my eyes, I can't use my sense of smell, I can't use my ears, so I guess I'll have to use my hands to find my way around. I wonder why Veggie hasn't found me yet. I wonder how I got here. I wonder- I wonder everything.* Sigh
Just when Bulma let out a sigh, a wave of flames came out of nowhere swirled around her and lit the candles that were now visible on the other side of the room. Miraculously the flames did not hurt her. * Wow that was scary. Oh my gosh the flames are PURPLE? Man now I know I must be dreaming.*
She looked around the room that was now lit from the purple flames. There were only candles around the room, and nothing more, and where the light of the candle did not reach there was darkness. There were no doors or windows to this room and when Bulma looked down, she realized there was also no floor. * EEP! I'm floating in . . . thin air? All right everything I've seen so far tells me this is a dream, it must be or else there'd be no scientific explanation for this.*
Suddenly a dark cloaked figure appeared, well actually melted off the candles but hey, same difference. " Welcome my dear Bulma," the cloaked figured said in a melodious voice.
" Oh my gosh! Who are you? Where am I? How'd u do that?"
" One at a time my dear. I am the keeper of the gate. I have no name nor face. I am a kindred thought. You my dear, is at the Gate of Deem, and I can do that because anything is possible here. There is no reality here, I am not bound by the rules of reality, and other things that exist in the so called " Real World."
" Gate of Deem? What's that? And how'd I get here?"
" The Gate of Deem is the gateway, or portal between your conscious and your subconscious mind. In other words your are in a coma. You came here because you are stuck in between life and death. Many people come here, and never return, but the few that do, can not recall the dealings they have had here."
" You mean . . . you mean I'm not really here? I mean not here physically? That can not be!"
" Alas it is true my dear. What you see is a self projection of yourself, that your mind has created in order for you to experience or do things in this realm. You are not really here, and nothing can physically harm you, but any harm that comes to you here, will harm you mentally, and spiritually, which is even worst. The mind is a powerful thing, if you know how to use it. Without the mind you can not live, so though this realm can not hurt you physically, it can still kill you."
" I can't believe this . . . . Sigh So how do I get out of her?"
" That is a mystery my dear, it is a mystery that I myself can not solve. The mind in itself is a mystery. The few that have solved it can not remember, and can not be reached, so it remains a mystery, maybe for all of eternity. Make yourself at home, you'll be here for a long time." And with that last sentence the figure disappeared just as she came. She melted and fused with the "ground".
" NO! WAIT! Don't go . . ." Bulma cried, but it was too late the figure was gone. * Vegeta . . . Trunks . . . will I ever see you again? This can't be happening.*
" I see we have a new visitor, well well, it's time to get to work." Bulma heard a voice say behind her. She spun around and saw GOKU!
" Goku? Goku, what are you doing here?" Bulma asked totally confused.
" Goku? What the hell did you just call me? I have no name! I'm just the "executioner" I guess," replied "Goku".
" But you look just like him! It must be him!"
" Look lady, I can take the form of whoever I want, I just found this face in your subconscious so I decided to borrow it. Now that we're done blabbing, it's time to send you on your way."
" On my way? On my way where? What are you talking about?"
" You are going to the Room!"
" The room? Whats that? Don't you dare touch me, you pervert!" Bulma screamed.
SIGH " Look, the room is the place where fate will decide your judgement. There are three doors in this room, you must choose one. One door leads bak to this room, where you will wait until the time comes again to test fate, another leads to the portal to your subconscious where you will be lost forever, and the other leads to something that no one knows, and you MUST go to the room. Oh yeah, the things behind the door changes so very often so it's not the same door."
" I get no say in this do I? Alright, lets get this over with."
"Goku" took her arm and the next thing she knew, she was in a brightly lite room, with three doors in front of her. * The doors that will decide my fate!*
" Step up to the doors, and state your full name."
Bulma nervously stepped up to the door. She gulped and said her full name in a timid voice, " Bulma Briefs."
The doors started to glow, and then they stopped.
" Now is the time, choose!"
There were three doors, one was blue, with a silver handle, one was red with a golden handle on it, and the other was purple with a normal handle.*Guess they ran outta fancy things to make that handle!* Bulma did not know what to choose.
" CHOOSE now or I will choose for you."
" FINE!" Bulma was angry, here she was deciding which door; it was a matter of life and death and did they let her think about it? NO!
She walked up timidly to the red door and reached for the handle. She began to turn the handle and . . . . stopped. She turned around and walked to the purple door. * Hey everything's been purple so I guess I'll go with this! It's the colour of Trunks' hair . . . when will I see him again . . . Vegeta . . . I love you!*
She reached for the handle, turned it and pushed.
Author's Note: Um dat's it for now peeps, can't let ya know what's gonna happen next yet cuz I dunno myself! lol j/k. Hope ya liked it, it waz a BIT weird but hey I like to be different! *SMILES* Pleaze review and thanxz to all those that did, you really make me feel better when I'm trying to write this thing and I feel like wanting to quit. U keep me going! lol Til next time . . . Kim
Disclaimer: We know who owns them, and all hail and gravel at his feet, but you're here to read my fic so lets move on shall we?
Author's Note: Okay, Bulma's in bed almost dead, if ya dunno why then go bak and reread chapter six cuz u missed a BIG point. N-eways here's the scoop on this chapter, Bulma finds out where she is? . . . She's not at the CC, I dunno where she is yet! lol cuz I'm just writing the disclaimer and stuff now! I'll figure it out when I'm writing this chapter lol, so if ya wanna know then read on . . .
It was dark . . . all she could see around her was darkness. Everything was pitch black. She was alone, and she knew it . . . . but for a moment, just a quick moment, she thought she heard Vegeta's voice, and the funny thing was, he had said he LOVED her, he had said her NAME, and he had said he NEEDED her. *HA! That's a laugh Vegeta saying that to ME? Impossible, I must be delusional, actually more than delusional . . . I have no clue where I am.*
She could not remember the explosion, but she knew something was wrong with her. She also knew that she was in the wrong place. She didn't belong here, and she knew it. She did not belong to this world . . . what did people here do to things that didn't belong here? She shivered at the thought of it.
If some one was to attack her right now, she wouldn't see them coming. It was pitch black, there was not even a little shred of light. Too bad she couldn't feel ki, this would be a great time to know how. * I can't use my eyes, I can't use my sense of smell, I can't use my ears, so I guess I'll have to use my hands to find my way around. I wonder why Veggie hasn't found me yet. I wonder how I got here. I wonder- I wonder everything.* Sigh
Just when Bulma let out a sigh, a wave of flames came out of nowhere swirled around her and lit the candles that were now visible on the other side of the room. Miraculously the flames did not hurt her. * Wow that was scary. Oh my gosh the flames are PURPLE? Man now I know I must be dreaming.*
She looked around the room that was now lit from the purple flames. There were only candles around the room, and nothing more, and where the light of the candle did not reach there was darkness. There were no doors or windows to this room and when Bulma looked down, she realized there was also no floor. * EEP! I'm floating in . . . thin air? All right everything I've seen so far tells me this is a dream, it must be or else there'd be no scientific explanation for this.*
Suddenly a dark cloaked figure appeared, well actually melted off the candles but hey, same difference. " Welcome my dear Bulma," the cloaked figured said in a melodious voice.
" Oh my gosh! Who are you? Where am I? How'd u do that?"
" One at a time my dear. I am the keeper of the gate. I have no name nor face. I am a kindred thought. You my dear, is at the Gate of Deem, and I can do that because anything is possible here. There is no reality here, I am not bound by the rules of reality, and other things that exist in the so called " Real World."
" Gate of Deem? What's that? And how'd I get here?"
" The Gate of Deem is the gateway, or portal between your conscious and your subconscious mind. In other words your are in a coma. You came here because you are stuck in between life and death. Many people come here, and never return, but the few that do, can not recall the dealings they have had here."
" You mean . . . you mean I'm not really here? I mean not here physically? That can not be!"
" Alas it is true my dear. What you see is a self projection of yourself, that your mind has created in order for you to experience or do things in this realm. You are not really here, and nothing can physically harm you, but any harm that comes to you here, will harm you mentally, and spiritually, which is even worst. The mind is a powerful thing, if you know how to use it. Without the mind you can not live, so though this realm can not hurt you physically, it can still kill you."
" I can't believe this . . . . Sigh So how do I get out of her?"
" That is a mystery my dear, it is a mystery that I myself can not solve. The mind in itself is a mystery. The few that have solved it can not remember, and can not be reached, so it remains a mystery, maybe for all of eternity. Make yourself at home, you'll be here for a long time." And with that last sentence the figure disappeared just as she came. She melted and fused with the "ground".
" NO! WAIT! Don't go . . ." Bulma cried, but it was too late the figure was gone. * Vegeta . . . Trunks . . . will I ever see you again? This can't be happening.*
" I see we have a new visitor, well well, it's time to get to work." Bulma heard a voice say behind her. She spun around and saw GOKU!
" Goku? Goku, what are you doing here?" Bulma asked totally confused.
" Goku? What the hell did you just call me? I have no name! I'm just the "executioner" I guess," replied "Goku".
" But you look just like him! It must be him!"
" Look lady, I can take the form of whoever I want, I just found this face in your subconscious so I decided to borrow it. Now that we're done blabbing, it's time to send you on your way."
" On my way? On my way where? What are you talking about?"
" You are going to the Room!"
" The room? Whats that? Don't you dare touch me, you pervert!" Bulma screamed.
SIGH " Look, the room is the place where fate will decide your judgement. There are three doors in this room, you must choose one. One door leads bak to this room, where you will wait until the time comes again to test fate, another leads to the portal to your subconscious where you will be lost forever, and the other leads to something that no one knows, and you MUST go to the room. Oh yeah, the things behind the door changes so very often so it's not the same door."
" I get no say in this do I? Alright, lets get this over with."
"Goku" took her arm and the next thing she knew, she was in a brightly lite room, with three doors in front of her. * The doors that will decide my fate!*
" Step up to the doors, and state your full name."
Bulma nervously stepped up to the door. She gulped and said her full name in a timid voice, " Bulma Briefs."
The doors started to glow, and then they stopped.
" Now is the time, choose!"
There were three doors, one was blue, with a silver handle, one was red with a golden handle on it, and the other was purple with a normal handle.*Guess they ran outta fancy things to make that handle!* Bulma did not know what to choose.
" CHOOSE now or I will choose for you."
" FINE!" Bulma was angry, here she was deciding which door; it was a matter of life and death and did they let her think about it? NO!
She walked up timidly to the red door and reached for the handle. She began to turn the handle and . . . . stopped. She turned around and walked to the purple door. * Hey everything's been purple so I guess I'll go with this! It's the colour of Trunks' hair . . . when will I see him again . . . Vegeta . . . I love you!*
She reached for the handle, turned it and pushed.
Author's Note: Um dat's it for now peeps, can't let ya know what's gonna happen next yet cuz I dunno myself! lol j/k. Hope ya liked it, it waz a BIT weird but hey I like to be different! *SMILES* Pleaze review and thanxz to all those that did, you really make me feel better when I'm trying to write this thing and I feel like wanting to quit. U keep me going! lol Til next time . . . Kim