Otherworlds: Dragonball
by Mutsunokami
Mrs. Briefs opened the door to the laboratory and stuck her
head in. "Dear? Can I ask you something?"
Inside the lab, Dr. Briefs was partially hid by some large
machinery. "Mm-hmm."
"I'm worried about Bulma. Ever since she came home from
vacation, her temper has been worse than ever. And she even has
a tail now! She won't tell me where she got it."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Oh, dear. I know I shouldn't be worried, but I'm her mother.
Oh! I know! Martial arts are supposed to help people focus
themselves and control their emotions. Do you think I should
suggest that to Bulma?"
"Mmm-hmm. That's a good idea."
"I'm glad we had this little chat. Who says husbands and
wives don't communicate." She giggles and walks off to find
Bulma.
"Mmm-hmm. Good, good. Talk to you later." Dr. Briefs
hangs up the phone and stands up. "Hmmm... That's strange. I
could have sworn that door was closed a minute ago."
*****
Mrs. Briefs knocked on Bulma's door. "Bulma, honey? Can I
come in?" Silence was the only answer. She slowly turned the
knob and looks in to see Bulma with her head on her desk. "Bulma?
can we talk? I have an idea about how to control your temper."
Bulma doesn't even move. "I'm NOT going to any more anger
management classes."
"No, dear, not anger management. I was thinking of-"
"I'm NOT going to a doctor to see if he can find something."
"No, dear, I wasn't going to suggest that. I just thought-"
"And I'm NOT going to soak my head in a bucket of ice water."
"No, dear, I wasn't- Who suggested that?"
Bulma looks up with a surprised look. "Ummm... never mind."
"Well, Bulma, I was JUST thinking of the idea of martial
arts! I saw on a tv program how martial arts can help a person
curb their temper. Maybe Yamcha can help you?"
Bulma just sat there a moment. "Eh. Maybe... I'll go look
for someone else first, though."
Mrs. Briefs gives her a knowing look. "His fanclub again?"
Bulma's face turns three shades of red as she starts to
explode. "MOM!!"
Her mother can only giggle. "Sorry, dear. You know how easy
it is to tease you."
*****
That evening, Bulma is checking off the last name on a long
list of dojos in the city. She puts down her pencil and lets out
a yawn. She sighs and wonders whether she should ask Yamcha or
not, but her pride won't let her do it that easily. Bulma yawns
again and decides that this can wait till the morning.
After changing and brushing her teeth, she climbs into bed
and is asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Of course, you
didn't think I'd let it end there, did you?
*****
She slowly opens her eyes to see... a field of grass. She
looks around her at the vast green field she is standing in. Then
someone clears their throat behind her. Bulma spins around to see
a short old man in traditional clothes. He gives her a reassuring
smile. "Hello, young lady."
"Umm.. Hello. Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?"
"Well, full of questions, aren't you? Hold on, I'll answer
them. First, you're in a sort of different dimension. I'm Son
Gohan, Goku's grandfather. And I put you into a trance to get
you here."
Bulma blinked. She takes a step forward and looks closely at
him. "It's an honor to meet you, Son-san. Goku's a great kid."
Gohan smiles and nods. "Thank you. He is an exceptional boy.
And I owe you a favor."
"You do? How is that?"
"Well, you got him out of the mountains. If you hadn't come
along, he would still be there! The other reason is that I feel a
bit responsible about that wish he made."
"Grrr... Don't remind me."
"Hohoho! I'm here to try to repay the favor. If there is
anything I can do, just name it."
Bulma stands there for a long moment and thinks. Suddenly,
her face lights up. "There IS something you can do! You can teach
me martial arts!"
Old Gohan is somewhat startled by what Bulma said. "Teach
you? Hrmmm... I'd have to ask for permission first, but I don't
see any problem with it. Yes, that's what I'll do."
"Thanks! Oh, and can you have me ready for the Tenkaichi
Budokai in seven months?"
"Seven months?! Oh, dear. I'll see what I can do, young
lady, but don't expect too much. Still... We'll just have to see."
"Thanks again. When can we start?"
"Well, how about right now?"
"Alright!!" Bulma gives a victory sign. Her smile drops.
"But what about exersize and all that? Won't I need to do something
out of the dream world?"
"It's good to do that, but you should know that anything you
do here will apply in the waking world. So don't worry about it.
Well, here's what I want you to do first. See that over there..."
And so begins Bulma's nightly training for the next seven months.
*****
Five months till the Budokai...
"AAAAHHHH!!!" Bulma runs for her life, dinosaurs chasing
after her.
"That's it, Bulma! Good speed training builds up the legs!"
*****
Three months till the Budokai...
"Are you sure about this, Sensei?" Bulma looks at the boulder
nervously.
"Yup. Go ahead."
So saying, Bulma moves to stand by the boulder. She gets a
good grip on it and strains to lift it. Slowly, ever so slowly,
she lifts it off the ground. She is about to knee height when
she drops it.
"Huff huff huff that huff is a huff heavy boulder huff"
"Of course. Now, I want you to do this and..."
*****
The night before the Budokai...
"Fire Knuckle!" Bulma's right hand glows red as she swings
at her opponent. Gohan dodges and knocks the breath out of her
with a couple of snapkicks. Bulma backs up and lunges foward with
a loud kiai, kicking and punching. Gohan dodges and blocks,
throwing his own punches to test her defenses. Finally, he calls
a halt to the sparring.
"Halt! Good job, Bulma. You've come much farther than I ever
thought possible."
Bulma practically glows from the praise. "Do you think I
should go to the Budokai to compete?"
Grampa Gohan thinks for a moment. "I don't know."
"WHAT?! Why not??"
"Because I can't tell you what to do. It's your decision.
However, you have something else to think about."
"Huh? What's that?"
"Your alarm clock."
BRRRRNNGG!!!
*****
Bulma jerks awake and slams her hand down on the alarm clock.
She sweatdrops when she notices that her hand went through the clock
and made an imprint in the table.
"Not again," she groans. "That's the second alarm clock this
week! And it's only Monday. The Budokai! Gotta get ready!" Bulma
becomes a blur, getting showered, dressed and making her way down to
the dinner table, tail wagging in anticipation. Yamcha, Oolong and
Puar just stare at her like usual.
*How is she learning martial arts? Who's teachin' her? I follow
her around and she just goes through her usual daily routine.* Yamcha
mulls over this and just drops it for now. It wouldn't be so bad if
it weren't for the fact he might have to fight her in the Budokai.
Soon after breakfast is done with, Bulma and company make their
way to Papaya Island, home of the Tenkaichi Budokai.
*****
Next time on Dragonball!
Who's that girl?
Goku and Krillin notice a strange girl wearing red, who floors her
opponents in almost no time flat! Who is she, and why does Goku
think he's seen her somewhere before?
*****
Author's Note:
Sheesh. Get away from the manga, and I'm not sure WHAT to write!
I hope you all like this chapter of Bulma's Tale. Oh, and for those
of you who are wondering, I'm going to follow the Dragonball series
as closely as I can. However, I only have the first four volumes and
I'm between jobs right now, so unless you know where I can get manga
scans, this story might stop altogether in the future. *shrugs* Ja ne!
by Mutsunokami
Mrs. Briefs opened the door to the laboratory and stuck her
head in. "Dear? Can I ask you something?"
Inside the lab, Dr. Briefs was partially hid by some large
machinery. "Mm-hmm."
"I'm worried about Bulma. Ever since she came home from
vacation, her temper has been worse than ever. And she even has
a tail now! She won't tell me where she got it."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Oh, dear. I know I shouldn't be worried, but I'm her mother.
Oh! I know! Martial arts are supposed to help people focus
themselves and control their emotions. Do you think I should
suggest that to Bulma?"
"Mmm-hmm. That's a good idea."
"I'm glad we had this little chat. Who says husbands and
wives don't communicate." She giggles and walks off to find
Bulma.
"Mmm-hmm. Good, good. Talk to you later." Dr. Briefs
hangs up the phone and stands up. "Hmmm... That's strange. I
could have sworn that door was closed a minute ago."
*****
Mrs. Briefs knocked on Bulma's door. "Bulma, honey? Can I
come in?" Silence was the only answer. She slowly turned the
knob and looks in to see Bulma with her head on her desk. "Bulma?
can we talk? I have an idea about how to control your temper."
Bulma doesn't even move. "I'm NOT going to any more anger
management classes."
"No, dear, not anger management. I was thinking of-"
"I'm NOT going to a doctor to see if he can find something."
"No, dear, I wasn't going to suggest that. I just thought-"
"And I'm NOT going to soak my head in a bucket of ice water."
"No, dear, I wasn't- Who suggested that?"
Bulma looks up with a surprised look. "Ummm... never mind."
"Well, Bulma, I was JUST thinking of the idea of martial
arts! I saw on a tv program how martial arts can help a person
curb their temper. Maybe Yamcha can help you?"
Bulma just sat there a moment. "Eh. Maybe... I'll go look
for someone else first, though."
Mrs. Briefs gives her a knowing look. "His fanclub again?"
Bulma's face turns three shades of red as she starts to
explode. "MOM!!"
Her mother can only giggle. "Sorry, dear. You know how easy
it is to tease you."
*****
That evening, Bulma is checking off the last name on a long
list of dojos in the city. She puts down her pencil and lets out
a yawn. She sighs and wonders whether she should ask Yamcha or
not, but her pride won't let her do it that easily. Bulma yawns
again and decides that this can wait till the morning.
After changing and brushing her teeth, she climbs into bed
and is asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Of course, you
didn't think I'd let it end there, did you?
*****
She slowly opens her eyes to see... a field of grass. She
looks around her at the vast green field she is standing in. Then
someone clears their throat behind her. Bulma spins around to see
a short old man in traditional clothes. He gives her a reassuring
smile. "Hello, young lady."
"Umm.. Hello. Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?"
"Well, full of questions, aren't you? Hold on, I'll answer
them. First, you're in a sort of different dimension. I'm Son
Gohan, Goku's grandfather. And I put you into a trance to get
you here."
Bulma blinked. She takes a step forward and looks closely at
him. "It's an honor to meet you, Son-san. Goku's a great kid."
Gohan smiles and nods. "Thank you. He is an exceptional boy.
And I owe you a favor."
"You do? How is that?"
"Well, you got him out of the mountains. If you hadn't come
along, he would still be there! The other reason is that I feel a
bit responsible about that wish he made."
"Grrr... Don't remind me."
"Hohoho! I'm here to try to repay the favor. If there is
anything I can do, just name it."
Bulma stands there for a long moment and thinks. Suddenly,
her face lights up. "There IS something you can do! You can teach
me martial arts!"
Old Gohan is somewhat startled by what Bulma said. "Teach
you? Hrmmm... I'd have to ask for permission first, but I don't
see any problem with it. Yes, that's what I'll do."
"Thanks! Oh, and can you have me ready for the Tenkaichi
Budokai in seven months?"
"Seven months?! Oh, dear. I'll see what I can do, young
lady, but don't expect too much. Still... We'll just have to see."
"Thanks again. When can we start?"
"Well, how about right now?"
"Alright!!" Bulma gives a victory sign. Her smile drops.
"But what about exersize and all that? Won't I need to do something
out of the dream world?"
"It's good to do that, but you should know that anything you
do here will apply in the waking world. So don't worry about it.
Well, here's what I want you to do first. See that over there..."
And so begins Bulma's nightly training for the next seven months.
*****
Five months till the Budokai...
"AAAAHHHH!!!" Bulma runs for her life, dinosaurs chasing
after her.
"That's it, Bulma! Good speed training builds up the legs!"
*****
Three months till the Budokai...
"Are you sure about this, Sensei?" Bulma looks at the boulder
nervously.
"Yup. Go ahead."
So saying, Bulma moves to stand by the boulder. She gets a
good grip on it and strains to lift it. Slowly, ever so slowly,
she lifts it off the ground. She is about to knee height when
she drops it.
"Huff huff huff that huff is a huff heavy boulder huff"
"Of course. Now, I want you to do this and..."
*****
The night before the Budokai...
"Fire Knuckle!" Bulma's right hand glows red as she swings
at her opponent. Gohan dodges and knocks the breath out of her
with a couple of snapkicks. Bulma backs up and lunges foward with
a loud kiai, kicking and punching. Gohan dodges and blocks,
throwing his own punches to test her defenses. Finally, he calls
a halt to the sparring.
"Halt! Good job, Bulma. You've come much farther than I ever
thought possible."
Bulma practically glows from the praise. "Do you think I
should go to the Budokai to compete?"
Grampa Gohan thinks for a moment. "I don't know."
"WHAT?! Why not??"
"Because I can't tell you what to do. It's your decision.
However, you have something else to think about."
"Huh? What's that?"
"Your alarm clock."
BRRRRNNGG!!!
*****
Bulma jerks awake and slams her hand down on the alarm clock.
She sweatdrops when she notices that her hand went through the clock
and made an imprint in the table.
"Not again," she groans. "That's the second alarm clock this
week! And it's only Monday. The Budokai! Gotta get ready!" Bulma
becomes a blur, getting showered, dressed and making her way down to
the dinner table, tail wagging in anticipation. Yamcha, Oolong and
Puar just stare at her like usual.
*How is she learning martial arts? Who's teachin' her? I follow
her around and she just goes through her usual daily routine.* Yamcha
mulls over this and just drops it for now. It wouldn't be so bad if
it weren't for the fact he might have to fight her in the Budokai.
Soon after breakfast is done with, Bulma and company make their
way to Papaya Island, home of the Tenkaichi Budokai.
*****
Next time on Dragonball!
Who's that girl?
Goku and Krillin notice a strange girl wearing red, who floors her
opponents in almost no time flat! Who is she, and why does Goku
think he's seen her somewhere before?
*****
Author's Note:
Sheesh. Get away from the manga, and I'm not sure WHAT to write!
I hope you all like this chapter of Bulma's Tale. Oh, and for those
of you who are wondering, I'm going to follow the Dragonball series
as closely as I can. However, I only have the first four volumes and
I'm between jobs right now, so unless you know where I can get manga
scans, this story might stop altogether in the future. *shrugs* Ja ne!
