Chapter 2
She awoke with a start. Her eyes shot open and scanned the room waiting for something to jump out at her. Nothing did. She slowly sat up hoping to make some sense of her surroundings. From what she could make out from the darkness she was in a fairly large room that seemed to be set up like a bedroom. Realising that there was nothing in the room that was going to try and hurt her she relaxed a little. Her thoughts then turned to her body. She was pleased to know that she wasn't dead, and her body was no longer burning and her arm had healed up nicely. She spotted a mirror on the right hand side of the room she thought she would check herself out to make sure that everything was still in the right spot. She swung her legs to the edge of the bed and jumped lightly onto the floor she slowly crossed the room her legs felt wobbly and weak. She peered at herself in the mirror and was pleased to note that everything was in the right spot. She still had 2 eyes, 2 ears, a nose and a mouth
'Eww' she moaned, as she looked closer at her skin, there must have been a layer of dirt on her face an inch thick and her hair ugh she thought as she tried to run her fingers through it. It was all mattered to her head. She needed a shower. It can wait until morning she thought as a wave of nauseating tiredness swept over, her she slunk back into bed and quickly fell asleep.
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Bulma hummed a tune while she fixed breakfast the next day. Bra was concentrating wholly on getting her coco-pops into her mouth without spilling any on her clothes – a big challenge for a 3 year old. Trunks came running down the stairs like a bat out of hell.
'Don't run Trunks' Bulma called to him
'I'm late' replied Trunks as he grabbed an orange and sped out the door.
"You've got to have more than that for breakfast' Bulma called 'it's the most important meal of the day' she ran out the door after him with 4 slices of toast.
Exhausted after running after her son, Bulma slowly walked back inside the house to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen Bulma sat down opposite Bra at the table and relaxed.
'Trunks is at school, your father is training, looks like it's just you and me Bra' said Bulma. She then noticed Bra's spoon paused in mid air, her mouth open as if waiting for the spoon and her eyes wide looking at something past Bulma. Bulma turned around to see what Bra was looking at.
A scream leapt from Bulma's throat. The girl that Trunks and Goten had found the day before was leaning on the doorway between the hall way and the kitchen. The first thing Bulma noticed about the girl were her eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of green Bulma had ever seen, but they were nearly expressionless. Bulma's scream made the girls face turn dark she almost looked at Bulma with contempt. Bulma noticed.
'Sorry' Bulma said. 'You scared me.'
Bulma's voice was practically sing-songy to hide her initial shock. The girl seemed to lighten a little but she still looked very serious
'My name is Bulma' she wanted a name but the girl remained slient 'Err…how are you feeling?'
'I want to wash' was the immediate response.
'Sure' Started Bulma 'I'll get you a towel'
Bulma felt uneasy about the girl. The tone that she had used had been very commanding and her stare felt like it pierced right through Bulma's soul. She almost felt intimidated by her. When she returned from the linen closet with the towel she noticed that the girl had softened a little more. Bulma handed the towel to the girl
'Third door on the left'
'Thank you' the girl said as she headed off down the hall.
This shocked Bulma somewhat.
'Wait.' She said. The girl stopped and turned "You might need so clean clothes huh?' Bulma said with a laugh. The girl nodded but her expression didn't change. 'Well, I'll get you some, have a seat' Said Bulma pointing to a chair in the kitchen. The girl sat on the seat and Bulma went off to find her some clothes. While Bulma was gone the girl sat trying to figure out where she was, why she was here and why these people were being so nice to her. It was blowing her mind. Then Bulma appeared with some clothes.
'They're mind so they might be a bit small!' Bulma said laughing. The girl took the clothes and headed off down the hall.
The girl started to shower going. As she stepped under she felt much more relaxed as the warm water slid over her shoulders. She looked down, the water coming off her body was a horrible shade of brown. The water that came off her hair was worse it was almost black as she washed the water began to run clear and the mattered mess gave way to the chocolate brown waist length hair she was used to. It's amazing how much better a shower can make you feel. She climbed out of the shower and began to dry herself off. She picked up the clothes Bulma had given her. She pulled the purple shirt over her head, and put on the yellow shorts. They were too big she screwed up her face when she saw herself in the mirror. Oh well it's not like I have anything else to wear and at least I look normal now.
She walked back into the kitchen after her shower. Bulma smiled at her
'Feel better?' Bulma enquired. The girl just nodded 'Would you like a coffee?' the girl looked puzzled but agreed anyway. Bulma made a coffee for the girl and herself and brought the coffee over to where the girl was sitting
'So, where are you from?' Bulma asked.
Where am I, how did I get here and what happened to me?' asked the girl ignoring Bulma's question. Bulma was surprised at the last question. She answered the girl's questions as best she could.
'You should probably ask my son when he gets home, he knows more than I do, he and his friend found you.'
'Hmm…' the girl said gazing into her cup
'Umm…' Bulma started, but cut herself off when she saw the girls head snap in the direction of the doorway. It looked as though the girl was staring right through the door. Bulma thought it was very odd. After a few minutes the door banged open