Thingz Can Change Eight: Fate's Cruel Judgement
Disclaimer: I dunno why I even bother~ We KNOW who owns them.
Author's Note: Alright here's the scoop, Bulma just chose the purple door, is it the one to . . . doom? Or the one to . . . doom? lol! In this chapter you will find out where she goes and whether or not she lives . . . if you think she's gonna live . . . don't be too sure, she might not! I'll decide when I get there!hehe . . . AND Amy, I waz wondering where I got those ideas, until I read your review, then I realized, yeah I THINK I got it from the Matrix, either that or from some warped book I read!LoL! N-ewayz here's the eighth chapter enjoy!
She reached for the handle, turned it and pushed. The door slowly creaked open. Bulma could see nothing . . . *Must be broken!*
" Um I don't see anything, are you sure this thing's not broken?"
" Hmph! Foolish human, you've just picked the wrong door!" "Goku" started laughing maniacally, and stepped forward towards Bulma.
" The wrong door? U mean- Her sentence was cut short when "Goku" gave her a shove into the unknown. The next thing she knew, she was falling . . . but to where?
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Her heart monitor showed her heart rate beginning to race.
" Woman!" Vegeta screamed.
" What is it Vegeta?" Mirai Bulma asked as she ran into the room. Vegeta pointed at Bulma's heart rate on the screen.
" Oh my gosh! She's gonna have a heart attack if we don't slow her heart down. TRUNKS! GET THE ANTI VIRUS!"
Before she could finish the sentence Mirai Trunks was in the room with a bottle of blue liquid in his hand, and Chibi Trunks and Goten was standing behind him. He hastily gave his mother the bottle and a needle.
Mirai Bulma quickly extracted the vaccine into the needle and injected it into Bulma's arm, and waited.
Vegeta who was silent til now looked very calm, but only his composure though, inside he was . . . he was scared? * Woman don't do this. Fuck, if you leave me you know what I'll do to this fucking world.*
*Come on Bulma, come on don't leave us now, what's going on? Why is your heart racing?*
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Bulma could feel warmth on her face, she could feel the sun. She slowly opened her eyes. She was home. She was HOME! She was in her own bed, in her own room. * It was all a dream? It was all a DREAM!*
She was so happy, she jumped out of bed to go find Vegeta, but then she saw it. That picture. It was a big picture hanging above her headboard. She was in that picture, she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress, like the one she's always dreamed of when she was little. She was standing under a wedding arch, in her groom's embrace. The only problem was, she wasn't in Vegeta's arms, she was in . . . "Yamcha?"
Just then she felt powerful arms wrap around her waist. " Morning honey," said a familiar voice, a VERY familiar voice. One that she wish she would never hear again. She quickly spun around, and stood face to face with Yamcha.
" Yamcha! What are you doing in my room?" Bulma snapped as she stepped away from his embrace.
" Honey what's wrong with ya? I live here, remember, and this is OUR room. We're married now hun, now stop playing," Yamcha came forward towards Bulma and attempted to kiss her, but she turned away.
" Yamcha stay away from me, where's Vegeta?"
" Come on Bulma you can't still possibly be mad. I broke up with Kelsey, and why on earth do you want to know where Vegeta is? He's dead, remember? Goku killed him when he came to Earth with his sayain buddy."
" Vegeta's de-dead?" Bulma was shocked. * Vegeta's dead? That can't be! I'm married to Yamcha? I'd rather die!*
Yamcha could see Bulma was preoccupied with her thoughts, so he took his chance, and grabbed her. He kissed her hard on her lips. There was no passion in this kiss, it was more like lust. He ran his hands all over her body, as she struggled to push him away. *Your mine Bulma, I want you, and I want you now*
Finally out of pure frustration, Bulma kneed Yamcha in his crouch, which sent him down crying. (^-^ Great shot!)
" Don't touch me again you bastard or you're gonna be sorry you've ever met me."
Bulma couldn't even think of doing what Yamcha wanted to do, with another man besides Vegeta. The very thought of it disgusted her. She quickly kicked him again and walked out of the room.
* Damn, what do I do now? Where am I? Is this some kind of joke? Or is it some kind of cruel, and unusual punishment?*
" Hi honey! I see you're up earlier than usual," chirped Bulma's mother who was standing at the bottom of the staircase.
" MOM! Where's Vegeta? Please tell me he's not dead! Please," Bulma said while she descended the stairs.
" Okay honey, Vegeta's not dead! There are ya happy hun? Good, now would ya like some breakfast?"
* God, I can't believe I'm her daughter! I must've inherited all my genes from my father.*
" No mom I'm not hungry. I'm going over to Chichi's house. Oh yeah, and if Yamcha asks where I am, please don't tell him."
" Aw, are you two fighting again? Well I'll just have to talk to that boy, so you two can make up."
" Mother don't bother, we were never together to begin with," Bulma shouted as she walked out the front door.
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" Oh Vegeta where are you? You can't be dead, can you?" Bulma whispered to herself as tears began to trickle down her face.
She arrived at ChiChi's house, and knocked on the door, after she wiped her tears. After a few minutes, and a couple of screams, Goku answered the door.
" Hiya Bulma! Is something wrong? Why are ya here?"
" Oh Goku!" She walked up and hugged him, " Does there have to be something wrong for me to visit a friend?"
" Uh, no Bulma I guess not." Goku laughed his little clue less laugh, and released Bulma from the hug.
" Bulma! How nice to see you hun! You have to stay for lunch," Chichi cried as she came out from the kitchen, and saw Bulma.
" Chichi, are you busy? I need to talk to you," Bulma said with a bitter smile.
" No not at all! Well lets go into the kitchen where we can talk in private." Bulma followed Chichi into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
" Would ya like some tea?"
" No thanks, Chichi I'm only here to talk."
" Well then by all means, tell me what's on your mind."
" Chichi tell me, is Vegeta dead?"
" Why of course, Goku killed him, but not after he killed the rest of our friends including Piccolo, so we couldn't revive them. Why do you ask about that monster all of a sudden?"
" Because . . . because . . ." Bulma took a deep breath, " Because I love him Chichi!"
" YOU WHAT? Bulma are you feeling OK? You're married to Yamcha hun, I know he can be unfaithful at times, but to fall in love with a DEAD murderous monster? Are you nuts?"
" I'm sorry, I know it sounds strange, but I can't explain it to you, it'll take too long." Bulma sighed. * He's really dead . . . what am I to do? I can't live without him* Tears began falling down her face again.
" Bulma hun, is it Yamcha? Did he upset you again?"
" No Chichi it's just that- Wait! Chichi you said you couldn't revive the others right? How'd Yamcha get revived then?"
" Bulma, Piccolo died so we couldn't use the dragonballs anymore, and Yamcha was never killed to begin with! Hun you really need to rest."
" Why didn't you go to Namek, and use their dragonballs?" *Namek! That's it! We could've went to Namek in Mirai Bulma's timeline . . . now it's too late, I'll take this knowledge with me to the grave. I'm trapped here, trapped in a world without dragonballs, without Vegeta, and without Trunks. AND I'm also married to Yamcha, what life is that? *
" Namek what are you talking about?"
" Nevermind Chichi! I have to go now, goodbye, you've been a great friend," With that Bulma walked out of the Son House, and took off on her airbike.
She flew aimlessly for a few hours then landed on the edge of a cliff. * Life without Vegeta, and a life with Yamcha? Or no life at all? Is this the cruel torture that, that stupid door bestowed upon me? Did fate choose this to be my judgement? It would've been easier if I had be killed.*
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs. " I will not stand around and take this. They think I am scared of death? They think that I would be scared of death, and take this . . . this sorry excuse for a life? Well they can all go kiss my ass!"
*Vegeta where ever I go, I go for you. To this day I've given you my heart, my body and soul, now I give you my life. My life which I will give up to go to you.*
Bulma walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, and jumped.
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" Oh my gosh! VEGETA COME QUICK IT'S BULMA!" Mirai Bulma cried out in horror, as she watched Bulma's line go flat.
Author's Note: Well dats Chapter Eight! U like? U hate? Drop me a line! Til next time . . . Kim
Disclaimer: I dunno why I even bother~ We KNOW who owns them.
Author's Note: Alright here's the scoop, Bulma just chose the purple door, is it the one to . . . doom? Or the one to . . . doom? lol! In this chapter you will find out where she goes and whether or not she lives . . . if you think she's gonna live . . . don't be too sure, she might not! I'll decide when I get there!hehe . . . AND Amy, I waz wondering where I got those ideas, until I read your review, then I realized, yeah I THINK I got it from the Matrix, either that or from some warped book I read!LoL! N-ewayz here's the eighth chapter enjoy!
She reached for the handle, turned it and pushed. The door slowly creaked open. Bulma could see nothing . . . *Must be broken!*
" Um I don't see anything, are you sure this thing's not broken?"
" Hmph! Foolish human, you've just picked the wrong door!" "Goku" started laughing maniacally, and stepped forward towards Bulma.
" The wrong door? U mean- Her sentence was cut short when "Goku" gave her a shove into the unknown. The next thing she knew, she was falling . . . but to where?
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Her heart monitor showed her heart rate beginning to race.
" Woman!" Vegeta screamed.
" What is it Vegeta?" Mirai Bulma asked as she ran into the room. Vegeta pointed at Bulma's heart rate on the screen.
" Oh my gosh! She's gonna have a heart attack if we don't slow her heart down. TRUNKS! GET THE ANTI VIRUS!"
Before she could finish the sentence Mirai Trunks was in the room with a bottle of blue liquid in his hand, and Chibi Trunks and Goten was standing behind him. He hastily gave his mother the bottle and a needle.
Mirai Bulma quickly extracted the vaccine into the needle and injected it into Bulma's arm, and waited.
Vegeta who was silent til now looked very calm, but only his composure though, inside he was . . . he was scared? * Woman don't do this. Fuck, if you leave me you know what I'll do to this fucking world.*
*Come on Bulma, come on don't leave us now, what's going on? Why is your heart racing?*
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Bulma could feel warmth on her face, she could feel the sun. She slowly opened her eyes. She was home. She was HOME! She was in her own bed, in her own room. * It was all a dream? It was all a DREAM!*
She was so happy, she jumped out of bed to go find Vegeta, but then she saw it. That picture. It was a big picture hanging above her headboard. She was in that picture, she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress, like the one she's always dreamed of when she was little. She was standing under a wedding arch, in her groom's embrace. The only problem was, she wasn't in Vegeta's arms, she was in . . . "Yamcha?"
Just then she felt powerful arms wrap around her waist. " Morning honey," said a familiar voice, a VERY familiar voice. One that she wish she would never hear again. She quickly spun around, and stood face to face with Yamcha.
" Yamcha! What are you doing in my room?" Bulma snapped as she stepped away from his embrace.
" Honey what's wrong with ya? I live here, remember, and this is OUR room. We're married now hun, now stop playing," Yamcha came forward towards Bulma and attempted to kiss her, but she turned away.
" Yamcha stay away from me, where's Vegeta?"
" Come on Bulma you can't still possibly be mad. I broke up with Kelsey, and why on earth do you want to know where Vegeta is? He's dead, remember? Goku killed him when he came to Earth with his sayain buddy."
" Vegeta's de-dead?" Bulma was shocked. * Vegeta's dead? That can't be! I'm married to Yamcha? I'd rather die!*
Yamcha could see Bulma was preoccupied with her thoughts, so he took his chance, and grabbed her. He kissed her hard on her lips. There was no passion in this kiss, it was more like lust. He ran his hands all over her body, as she struggled to push him away. *Your mine Bulma, I want you, and I want you now*
Finally out of pure frustration, Bulma kneed Yamcha in his crouch, which sent him down crying. (^-^ Great shot!)
" Don't touch me again you bastard or you're gonna be sorry you've ever met me."
Bulma couldn't even think of doing what Yamcha wanted to do, with another man besides Vegeta. The very thought of it disgusted her. She quickly kicked him again and walked out of the room.
* Damn, what do I do now? Where am I? Is this some kind of joke? Or is it some kind of cruel, and unusual punishment?*
" Hi honey! I see you're up earlier than usual," chirped Bulma's mother who was standing at the bottom of the staircase.
" MOM! Where's Vegeta? Please tell me he's not dead! Please," Bulma said while she descended the stairs.
" Okay honey, Vegeta's not dead! There are ya happy hun? Good, now would ya like some breakfast?"
* God, I can't believe I'm her daughter! I must've inherited all my genes from my father.*
" No mom I'm not hungry. I'm going over to Chichi's house. Oh yeah, and if Yamcha asks where I am, please don't tell him."
" Aw, are you two fighting again? Well I'll just have to talk to that boy, so you two can make up."
" Mother don't bother, we were never together to begin with," Bulma shouted as she walked out the front door.
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" Oh Vegeta where are you? You can't be dead, can you?" Bulma whispered to herself as tears began to trickle down her face.
She arrived at ChiChi's house, and knocked on the door, after she wiped her tears. After a few minutes, and a couple of screams, Goku answered the door.
" Hiya Bulma! Is something wrong? Why are ya here?"
" Oh Goku!" She walked up and hugged him, " Does there have to be something wrong for me to visit a friend?"
" Uh, no Bulma I guess not." Goku laughed his little clue less laugh, and released Bulma from the hug.
" Bulma! How nice to see you hun! You have to stay for lunch," Chichi cried as she came out from the kitchen, and saw Bulma.
" Chichi, are you busy? I need to talk to you," Bulma said with a bitter smile.
" No not at all! Well lets go into the kitchen where we can talk in private." Bulma followed Chichi into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
" Would ya like some tea?"
" No thanks, Chichi I'm only here to talk."
" Well then by all means, tell me what's on your mind."
" Chichi tell me, is Vegeta dead?"
" Why of course, Goku killed him, but not after he killed the rest of our friends including Piccolo, so we couldn't revive them. Why do you ask about that monster all of a sudden?"
" Because . . . because . . ." Bulma took a deep breath, " Because I love him Chichi!"
" YOU WHAT? Bulma are you feeling OK? You're married to Yamcha hun, I know he can be unfaithful at times, but to fall in love with a DEAD murderous monster? Are you nuts?"
" I'm sorry, I know it sounds strange, but I can't explain it to you, it'll take too long." Bulma sighed. * He's really dead . . . what am I to do? I can't live without him* Tears began falling down her face again.
" Bulma hun, is it Yamcha? Did he upset you again?"
" No Chichi it's just that- Wait! Chichi you said you couldn't revive the others right? How'd Yamcha get revived then?"
" Bulma, Piccolo died so we couldn't use the dragonballs anymore, and Yamcha was never killed to begin with! Hun you really need to rest."
" Why didn't you go to Namek, and use their dragonballs?" *Namek! That's it! We could've went to Namek in Mirai Bulma's timeline . . . now it's too late, I'll take this knowledge with me to the grave. I'm trapped here, trapped in a world without dragonballs, without Vegeta, and without Trunks. AND I'm also married to Yamcha, what life is that? *
" Namek what are you talking about?"
" Nevermind Chichi! I have to go now, goodbye, you've been a great friend," With that Bulma walked out of the Son House, and took off on her airbike.
She flew aimlessly for a few hours then landed on the edge of a cliff. * Life without Vegeta, and a life with Yamcha? Or no life at all? Is this the cruel torture that, that stupid door bestowed upon me? Did fate choose this to be my judgement? It would've been easier if I had be killed.*
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs. " I will not stand around and take this. They think I am scared of death? They think that I would be scared of death, and take this . . . this sorry excuse for a life? Well they can all go kiss my ass!"
*Vegeta where ever I go, I go for you. To this day I've given you my heart, my body and soul, now I give you my life. My life which I will give up to go to you.*
Bulma walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, and jumped.
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BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
" Oh my gosh! VEGETA COME QUICK IT'S BULMA!" Mirai Bulma cried out in horror, as she watched Bulma's line go flat.
Author's Note: Well dats Chapter Eight! U like? U hate? Drop me a line! Til next time . . . Kim