Chapter 6 Right before your Eyes
My mass was filled with ecstasy, a sudden thirst for killing. The thoughts, the heart, the soul of Tuesday were filling me up. All I could think about at that moment was Vegeta. Every part of him occupied my being. His warmth, touch, smell, even his rare appearing smile. His cruelness, darkness, evilness, everything that I hate and love about him all at once. Tuesday's memories of Vegeta were driving me insane. These thoughts were driving me with an impulsive urge to fight. My body felt lighter, and my mind, ever lighter. I felt strong and swift. I felt beautiful, yet dangerous and out-going. I felt smarter than before. I became Tuesday.
Yamcha was shaking me and steadily calling my name out. I must have been in a trance. I wouldn't say too deep in a trance, because I overheard Gohan, Krillen, and Vegeta discussing the problem at hand. "Oh c'mon, Vegeta," I heard Krillen say. "This chick can't be that tough. I mean, she barely has anything on, plus I don't think she's an artificial human or a saiyan. So what's the problem?" "Look, you little bowling ball, don't patronize me! I know what I am doing! I just, just feel a little drained." "Oh," Tuesday commenced. "Vegeta, dear, I decided to condemn you. It's a little trick my mother taught me. Did you noticed how extremely long I stayed on top of you in your bed? Well, of course I missed that position, but I was probing your mind to find the central nerve. After finding it, I slowed your own passage of time to speed up your death, becoming brain damaged and eventually dying. I knew that you were dead stuck on this Bulma. So, I'll ask again. Agree now, and I can fix everything. Refuse, and we'll all go to Hell together."
"THIS IS GETTING TOTALLY RIDICULOUS!"
I stood up, demanding Yamcha to let me go. I dust the leaves and dirt from my gown and hair. "Look, Tuesday. I understand. I have had my heart broken countless times. But that pain has only made me strong. I pulled myself up. Lots of my friends have left me. But I pulled myself up. Lots of shit has happened to me, BUT I PULLED MYSELF UP! Damn, bitch. Are you that pitiful that you can't get over something that has happened over eight years ago? Is that deplorable mind of yours that dense that you had to link up with me to gain some common sense? You have made a big mistake. You invaded my home, lied to my father, insulted my child, laid you hands on my man, and, and GAVE ME A VERY BAD HEADACHE! Prepare yourself." She laughed. "Please don't tell me you think you have a chance against me." "Tuesday, you may be psychic and will-powerful, but honestly, you are one dumb trick. Don't you realize that linking up to me like you did gave me your powers as well? Everything you know, I know." "Don't be bizarre, Briefs. I, and only I, have the ability to use ALL parts of my mind, and--" "So do I."
Quickly, I dashed to her with a devastating jab. Falling back, Tuesday grabbed my arm, swung me and halted me to a tree. Normally, that would have killed me, but the borrowed power from Vegeta increased my stamina and ability to handle pain. "YOU STUPID WOMAN!" Vegeta called out. "What do you think you're doing!?" "This is MY fight now, Vegeta. Mind your business." "Oh, yeah? Then what's that?" "What?" A hard knee into my gut. "Ha," Tuesday taunted. You may have my power and Vegeta's strength, but you don't have the instinct to fight." "Neither do you, Tuesday." With swiftness, I stuck her with a punch to the stomach, and knocked her onto the ground, back first, drawing a gasp of blood out of her.
Now usually in a relationship, support from your partner is the essential response for doing something unexpectly excellent. This was rarely the case with Vegeta. "If you think that was enough to finish that devil off, think again! Leave the fighting to the experts." "Damn you, Vegeta! Just once I would like to receive a little encouragement from that big forever-open mouth of yours. Gawd, if you could maybe--" "BRIEFS!" Suddenly Tuesday rushed me. Left, right, from up toward down, I was hit with constant punches to every part of my body. My right arm, knocking it almost to the point of breakage, my chest, my jaw, and my stomach. I was in serious trouble. Her movements were so fast, I couldn't gain ground to dodge at all. I could hear Yamcha yelling, however. "Stop this, Vegeta! You know as good as I do, Bulma's no fighter. You're only guaranteeing her an early death. If you don't do something, I will." Vegeta chuckled. "Be my guest." "Fine!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yamcha rush towards Tuesday and me. In an instant, she stops, and repels Yamcha away in a telekinetic blast against the grass. Hard. "Fool." Vegeta chuckled. "They have MY strength. Its only a matter of the better willed. Do you hear that, woman?"
And he was right. Despite the bleak and very unusual satiation, fate has given me a chance to fight. I fought all my life in different ways, with different mediums; mind, spirit, patience. But never strength. I never desired to be a fighter like Goku, or the strongest like Vegeta. I simply wanted to live, to adventure life for what it is, or what I could make it. When I see Goku fight, or Vegeta train, I see this rage, sometimes calmed, sometimes not. I see something pushing them, a desire, and a will. Vegeta's will, always evil, kept him motivated and in mind of what he was fighting for. So what was I fighting for? Why was I out there? Why did not I die? Why was I out there in the middle of the air in my panties getting my ass kicked? For Vegeta? Did I love him that much that I would sacrifice my 'adventures' for him? Naw. Not to say my love for him wasn't strong at that point in time, but I knew why I was risking my all. A new adventure. A new declaration of myself. I knew this would only last a moment, this power, so why not play with it? Toy with it? Greet it? This is my life, me Bulma Briefs, the greatest scientific mind thus far. Mother of a terrific son. I had to show someone how much life I had in me, whether I lose it or not. And if I would have died, then in the heaven or hell, I would reflect on my life and live the adventures again, letting all of my new neighbors envy my deaden life. Get at me. Holla at me. Show your jealousy, just like Tuesday. You'll never be like me.
I grabbed her last punch towards my heart. She looked surprised to say the least. "Jealous." I muttered and grinned, kind of resembling that bigheaded saiyan. And for that moment, I felt that rage I just described, and returned Tuesday her ongoing assault on me. It was without thought how I did it, but I did. I felt her blood moisten my hand, but I kept on, with the intent to kill. I didn't like her, and that rage intensified it. Finally, I had to finish it. I did a sidekick, knocking her some distance, gathering some ki. A lot of ki. Tuesday hit the side of the house, causing a shake. That should definitely wake my parents up. I felt my ki erupting from my body. I was trembling, but I loved the feeling. True power. It was so awesome, I had to yell. Screaming all the air out of my lungs, I drew my airs back and cupped my palms. My ki was then transferred to my hands, turning a vibrant violet. Tuesday saw my final attack drawing near, and began to gather her strength also. "Briefs! This shall decide the victor! But remember! Kill me and you and your beloved comes with me!" At that point, I didn't care anymore, and I exhausted the power I was cursed with from Travina and Vegeta into my hands. "Then here!" I yelled. "Take you and your so-called beloved to hell! And live happily ever after! GALICK_HO! YAH!" I fired my Vegeta's infamous Gallic gun at her, knocking her through my house, and beyond, hearing her screeches echo through my ears. Cleverly, I deposited her aura into the attack, breaking her and Vegeta's hold at the same time. But I couldn't celebrate my victory and that moment. For one, I didn't know how to fly, and another, I barely had a heart beat.
