Oh, you people are mean! Hmph! Ignoring my beautiful talent like this. I should go Super Saiyan and blast you to oblivion! What? I could really do it if I wanted to... So, I caved. You get the next chapter. See, I have calculated that I am half Sailor Mercury and half Vegeta. That's not a really good combo since it's pretty hard to bend over backwards while giving someone death threats. Most of the time I'm really nice, but when I do get mad... Let's just say you should be glad I'm not all Saiyan. Uh, that's enough talking. You can have your chapter now.
I yawned and stretched as I awoke. I opened my eyes and would have fallen on the floor if I hadn't been lying in a bed. This was not my house. This was not my room. This wasn't even my bed! I suppressed a small scream. I wasn't alone. There was someone in this bed with me!
'Okay, calm down Sereni' I thought. 'Deep breaths, okay, deep breaths.' Where the fuck was I? Had some guy taken me to his house and raped me? I didn't even want to think like that. I looked at the man next to me.
"No way…" I breathed. Oh my God... That was Vegeta! But how? This wasn't possible! My heart stopped as he opened his eyes slowly.
"What's wrong woman? One would think you've never seen me before!" He scowled, obviously not liking this warm greeting. I stared at him in shock.
"Bulma? Are you... okay?" He looked concerned. Bulma? He thought I was Bulma? I got up and ran to the bathroom. I looked in the huge gold-framed mirror. No, that couldn't be right! I touched the mirror to make sure it was real. Blonde hair, blue eyes... I looked the same... didn't I?
"Uh, Vegeta?" I asked, trying to play it cool as I walked back. "What color is my hair?" He gave me a weird look.
"Blue? Blue-green? It's the same color it's always been. Have you gone colorblind? It's impossible to miss your hair." He smirked. Okay then... I looked like Bulma to him? But when I saw myself I looked like me. This was getting creepy. He got up and put his hand to my head. I shivered.
"Are you feeling all right? You don't look too good." I nodded my head.
"I'm okay." I leaned my head on his shoulder. This was freaking me out, big time. I thought for a second. Wasn't this what I had always wanted? Yes, I had always wished for this, but I never thought this would happen! He looked at me again. A not-so-nice thought came to my head. Well, if he thought I was Bulma, I was going to make the best of it.
"Mommeeee!" I heard a shrill cry from the next room. Vegeta grunted and gave me a look that said go-tell-your-child-to-shut-up. I got up and walked through the door. Where was I going? I had no idea, so I followed the screams of a child. I opened the door to a room. Toys decorated the light blue walls and the plush carpet felt wonderful on my feet. I immediately recognized the purple haired child as Trunks.
"It's okay Trunks, mommy's here." I cooed, not knowing what else to do. He sniffled and looked up at me with his sparkling blue eyes. I looked into them, studying his emotions. His fear radiated across the room.
"I had a nightmare." He spoke, grabbing the covers on his bed and pulling them closer to his body. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat. I immediately felt like comforting him. Okay, well, maybe I could use this situation to my advantage.
"Now, how old are you again, Trunks?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to look cool, like I knew what I was doing.
"Seven." He replied, not knowing where this was headed. So, this was one year before Buu appeared? I could live with that. At least now I knew what to expect.
"Well, I think it's completely normal for a seven year old boy to have nightmares." Finally thinking of something motherly to do, I kissed his head. He smiled.
"You won't tell dad, right?" He gave me a worried look. I knew he was hoping his father wouldn't think he was weak.
"Cross my heart." I whispered as I got up and left his room. Wow, I made a good mom.
I'm leaving you here, maybe if I have some people actually pushing me I might put up the next chapter soon. Well, I'm going to eat dinner. See you guys later!