Title: How Vegeta and Bulma Got Married
Author: Bura-girl (a.k.a. Tsuki)
Chapter 2
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. That belongs to some big honcho person. I do, however, own this story, so no plaguerism!
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Bulma's P.O.V.
I looked around me. For miles there was just desert. Nothing was alive. I was on a dead planet. I shuddered, even though there was no wind.
*Bulma.*
I twirl around, fear evident in my eyes. "Who's there?" I ask timidly.
"Bulma.*
That voice. That hideous voice. It was the voice of evil. I covered my ears with my hands but still it persisted.
*Bulma. Look around you,* the voice told me. And I did. I didn't want to, but the voice forced me to, almost physically. *This is your future, Bulma," it said. It reminded me of how a snake would sound had it the ability to talk.
"NO!" I cried out in horror. This couldn't be what my future was. My future was with my family. My future was a happy one. This couldn't be my future!
All of a sudden, a tall man appeared before me. He had black hair that stuck straight up like a candle flame. He had a blue cape with red lining. He had the coldest expression on his face. He starts walking towards me. I try to run but my feet won't move. About 10 feet away from me he stops. Then, ever so slowly, an evil smile appears o his face. I thought my heart had stopped with that smile. He starts shooting blasts of energy out of his hands. None of them hit me. Instead they land behind me.
I can hear screams. I look behind me and there I see my darling ChiChi, covered in blood. Her right elbow down was missing. "NO! STOP IT! NO!" The man just continued on sending blasts toward my little sister. I watched as she was slowly and brutally killed. "No," I whisper softly.
"No. No. No, she can't be dead. No." I run over to her body, or what was left of it. I cradled her in my arms. Finally, my tears come. The drops of water run down my cheeks, leaving a trail of salt in their wake. They land on my little sister's face. That just made me cry harder.
Then, I heard the most horrible laughter. I look up at the man to see him laughing the most evilest of laughs. A murderous gleam came into my eye. I gently laid ChiChi down on the ground then I turned toward her attacker. Suddenly, with a speed I never knew I had possessed, I raced towards the man. Whether I was planning on killing him or on being killed so that I could join ChiChi I do not know. All I know is that I wanted-needed to do something.
Just before I reached him he and this world were shattered, like the breaking of a mirror. I was running in a black void. All around me was darkness. And I knew that if I stopped I would be engulfed by it. So I kept running. My legs grew sore but I knew I had to keep running.
Another man appeared in front of me. He looked just like the last one but only shorter. And he didn't have a cape. Instead, a smirk was on his face, as if it was designed just for him. But I could see in his eyes that he truly cared about me.
I ran into his arms, sobbing. And he just held me as I cried into his shoulder. I felt comforted, even though he didn't say anything. He didn't need to. I understood everything he had to say and he understood everything I had to say. I was content.
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Author: Bura-girl (a.k.a. Tsuki)
Chapter 2
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. That belongs to some big honcho person. I do, however, own this story, so no plaguerism!
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Bulma's P.O.V.
I looked around me. For miles there was just desert. Nothing was alive. I was on a dead planet. I shuddered, even though there was no wind.
*Bulma.*
I twirl around, fear evident in my eyes. "Who's there?" I ask timidly.
"Bulma.*
That voice. That hideous voice. It was the voice of evil. I covered my ears with my hands but still it persisted.
*Bulma. Look around you,* the voice told me. And I did. I didn't want to, but the voice forced me to, almost physically. *This is your future, Bulma," it said. It reminded me of how a snake would sound had it the ability to talk.
"NO!" I cried out in horror. This couldn't be what my future was. My future was with my family. My future was a happy one. This couldn't be my future!
All of a sudden, a tall man appeared before me. He had black hair that stuck straight up like a candle flame. He had a blue cape with red lining. He had the coldest expression on his face. He starts walking towards me. I try to run but my feet won't move. About 10 feet away from me he stops. Then, ever so slowly, an evil smile appears o his face. I thought my heart had stopped with that smile. He starts shooting blasts of energy out of his hands. None of them hit me. Instead they land behind me.
I can hear screams. I look behind me and there I see my darling ChiChi, covered in blood. Her right elbow down was missing. "NO! STOP IT! NO!" The man just continued on sending blasts toward my little sister. I watched as she was slowly and brutally killed. "No," I whisper softly.
"No. No. No, she can't be dead. No." I run over to her body, or what was left of it. I cradled her in my arms. Finally, my tears come. The drops of water run down my cheeks, leaving a trail of salt in their wake. They land on my little sister's face. That just made me cry harder.
Then, I heard the most horrible laughter. I look up at the man to see him laughing the most evilest of laughs. A murderous gleam came into my eye. I gently laid ChiChi down on the ground then I turned toward her attacker. Suddenly, with a speed I never knew I had possessed, I raced towards the man. Whether I was planning on killing him or on being killed so that I could join ChiChi I do not know. All I know is that I wanted-needed to do something.
Just before I reached him he and this world were shattered, like the breaking of a mirror. I was running in a black void. All around me was darkness. And I knew that if I stopped I would be engulfed by it. So I kept running. My legs grew sore but I knew I had to keep running.
Another man appeared in front of me. He looked just like the last one but only shorter. And he didn't have a cape. Instead, a smirk was on his face, as if it was designed just for him. But I could see in his eyes that he truly cared about me.
I ran into his arms, sobbing. And he just held me as I cried into his shoulder. I felt comforted, even though he didn't say anything. He didn't need to. I understood everything he had to say and he understood everything I had to say. I was content.
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