Okay, here's chapter 3. I APOLOGIZE FOR KEEPING EVERYBODY
WAITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but it's really hard to
write when the keys are falling out of my computer. Anyway, I hope this
next chapter satisfies you. Don't worry I will update soon, and I'd like
to put out a special thanks to all those reviewers who e-mailed me! Thanks
for remembering I was still out there! Anyway, enough of my babbling,
you've waited long enough! Here's chapter 3!
Right after the disclaimer
Disclaimer: this is really pointless. Do I really look like Akira Toriyama? No.I didn't think so!
Bulma woke up well rested and happy despite the rigorous training session she had the night before. Only a month had passed since Bulma learned of her true origins, and with each passing day she became more and more like the Kold-jin she should have been since birth. Both mentally and physically she had changed. Her skin continued to become paler until it was just a shade above pure white, her muscles strengthened and developed to where instead of soft, trim baby fat there was tough muscle and sinew toned to perfection. She no longer walked, she glided, with all the agility and grace a Kold-jin possessed. All her senses were heightened to new levels beyond human imagination. Bulma thought she could even hear better than Vegeta or Goku. Bulma also didn't cry as much anymore, hardly at all in fact. Nothing seemed to get under her skin, even during a heated verbal sparring match with Vegeta, his comments of her being fat or weak meant nothing to her as they did in the past, though, on more than one occasion she would check herself in the mirror to make sure Vegeta's words were lies.
Bulma sighed happily as she climbed out of bed and went to her closet. She would only wear black now and no other color, unless it was a special occasion where she would switch to a dark metallic blue. Today Bulma decided she would wear a black, shiny leather tube dress that reached down about mid thigh with a long sleeved, black lace bolero jacket that would cover up her bare shoulders and slightly exposed chest.
After she was dressed she went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth then ran a thin toothed comb through her hair to get out all the tangles. Out of all the changes, besides the added strength that would come with her father's arrival, she liked her hair the best. She had started getting tired of that silly mass of curls anyway, now she took pride in the long sky blue tresses that flowed like a waterfall to her knees.
On her way out the door she pulled her hair away from her face with two silver combs nestled on each side of her head. She hummed a little tune as she reached the end of the hall and skipped down the stairs. To Bulma, a month was a long time to wait for her father, but the wait would finally pay off. At the end of her dream training, Freeza had told her that today would be the day. He would finally come and Bulma would have all the powers of Koldsei at her command.
Bulma was still humming when she entered the kitchen. Vegeta was already there of course, stuffing his face full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Bulma was actually surprised she had caught him, he rarely came out of the gravity room, save too early in Bulma's eves, except to eat and sleep. Still, it seemed he never left the GR.
'He must be close to reaching Super Saiya-jin," Bulma thought to herself. 'I haven't seen him since I crashed the car in the garage, he's got to be training non stop now.'
"Good morning Bulma!" her mother's bright and chipper voice pierced through Bulma's thoughts, but the younger girl turned and smiled.
"Yes it is mother. And good morning to you too Vegeta. How's the training going? Well I hope," Bulma grabbed a plate and walked over to the stove and fixed herself a portion of pancakes and bacon, neglecting the eggs. She hated eggs.
While Bulma was fixing her meal Vegeta was watching her with a curious gaze. 'She's never this talkative in the morning.she must have gotten back together with that pitiful excuse for a warrior.' Vegeta growled in his head at the latter part of the thought. The woman could do much better than that fool, much better.
"So Vegeta, have you reached Super Saiya-jin yet? I've never seek Goku transform.it must be a sight to see," Bulma smiled as she sat down in the chair opposite Vegeta. Bulma's mother returned to cleaning the dishes, and keeping her ears open on the conversation between Vegeta and her daughter.
Vegeta looked up from his plate. 'Yes, very talkative this morning.and what is she smiling for? Such a beautiful smile.wait! Did I just think that?' Vegeta shook his head, then remembered she asked him a question.
"Whether or not I have reached the level of the Legendary is of no concern to you Woman."
Bulma nodded her head. "So you haven't yet," it was more of a statement than a question. But Vegeta only smirked at her.
"I didn't say that, Woman," Bulma's smile widened.
"So you're going to play games with me, eh? Fine, I like to be kept guessing," she said in a good natured tone, but there was something else there, a slight undertone Vegeta couldn't figure out. By now he had stopped eating completely, all his attention fixed on the woman sitting in front of him. The light filtering in from the window above the sink danced across her hair, tracing lines of gold in between the azure strands and set her skin aglow. She looked so beautiful just sitting there. Her eyes were sparkling with an impish glitter; as if she knew something nobody else knew.either that or it was a trick of the light.
'Probably the light,' Vegeta thought. 'But has she always been so pale, and she seems stronger than usual.yes, her ki had increased slightly. She's still incredibly weak but still.I haven't seen her do any sort of training.'
'So you've been watching her, eh?' a voice in his head spoke up. Vegeta was startled. 'No I haven't!' he insisted. 'Whatever you say.' the voice faded away as quickly as it came. 'Well.maybe I have, a little.but it's hard not to notice her ridiculous hair has changed once again,' 'But a change you like, right Vegeta?' the voice was back again. 'Now I didn't say-'
"Vegeta!" he blinked and looked around in confusion. Who was calling him? "Vegeta," the voice said again. Vegeta's head snapped forward. The voice belonged to Bulma.
"What?" he growled out more harshly than he intended. She had caught him off guard, and spaced out. Vegeta never spaced out, especially not when thinking about gorgeous blue haired women. 'Grr there I go again!' Vegeta let out a low growl of annoyance. But Bulma didn't seem to notice. She went on talking as if he had been listening intently the whole time.
"Well, I was just curious," she paused for what seemed like effect. "What exactly did you do when you worked for Freeza? Aside from purging planets that is."
Vegeta was completely taken aback by her question. Somewhere off in the distance a plate clattered in the sink, but he didn't take notice. 'Why would she ask such a question? Does she want to find out for herself how evil I am?' Just the other day the Woman's harpy friend Chichi had come over and had boldly commented on the immense safety hazard it was to have a "planet destroying, cold blooded murderer living in your home" just as he was crossing from the living room to the kitchen for lunch.
Vegeta smirked at the memory. Everyone here was either extremely afraid or extremely wary of him. Everyone except Bulma. And now here she was, asking about the past which he was always so tight lipped about.
"Are you going to keep me guessing about that too?" her voice cut through his thoughts once more. He looked at her directly in her face and noted her playful tone of voice. 'What has gotten into her?' he wondered.
"I've killed people," he said casually. Too casually for a human to consider for such a serious discussion. He was almost hoping she would shudder or make some sort of sign of disgust at his actions. But Vegeta would be very disappointed.
"Oh that's nothing, what else?" she said in the same casual tone. She returned his gaze equally, her blue eyes piercing his, almost as if they were searching for something.
Vegeta was about to elaborate, but to his annoyance, Bulma's mother cut in. "Bulma, honey, go see if your father's ready for breakfast, he should be down in the lab-"
"I'm hear dear. And yes I am starving," Dr. Briefs entered, the tiny black cat ever present on his shoulder. Vegeta suppressed a growl. Now their conversation had ended, a conclusion Vegeta didn't like. Surprisingly, he enjoyed talking with the Woman, they weren't fighting as usual, just talking, even if it was about a strange subject. 'Why would she want to know about what I did for Freeza?'
"Oh, Bulma darling.this capsule has arrived to you from Lord-" it was then Dr. Briefs noticed Vegeta was in the room. A look of nervousness passed over his face, but a split second later it was gone. "Lord Byron all the way from India." the old scientist dug around in his lab coat pocket and pulled out a small white capsule, which Bulma gladly took.
'Nice cover dad,' she thought sarcastically as she took the capsule. And here her mother was worried she would spill the beans. 'But she didn't have to stop conversation. Vegeta's actually nice when he's not being an asshole,' Bulma giggled to herself as she pushed down on the release button of the capsule.
"Err.Bulma dear, don't you want to wait and open that in you room.everyone is eating and." Bulma's father tugged at the collar of the lab coat, as if it had suddenly become too tight. Both Vegeta and Bulma could hear the nervousness in his voice. But Bulma dismissed it entirely.
"No, I'm opening it now. I hardly get anything from Lord Byron," she put a touch of sarcasm on the name, just enough to show her foster parents she got it.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Briefs looked on with a mixture of curiosity and fear as a tiny cloud of smoke billowed out from where the capsule had been, fear being the dominant emotion. If Bulma let her secret out now there was no telling how Vegeta would react.
Bulma impatiently waved her hand in the air to clear the smoke. She was practically bursting with excitement. 'Father has sent me a gift!' she felt just like a little kid on a birthday.
When the smoke cleared everyone stared at a large wicker basket wrapped in silver cellophane tied at the top with a large blue bow.
"A GIFT BASKET!" Bulma yelped with laughter. "He sent me a gift basket!" the Briefs and Vegeta looked on in confusion as Bulma jumped around the kitchen, twirling in circles with the gift basket in hand.
After a while Bulma plopped back down in her chair and delicately set the basket back on the table, wiping tears of laughter out of her eyes. Then she caught everyone staring at her and let out a small giggle.
"I'm sorry.it's just that 'Lord Byron' would be the last person you'd expect to send gift baskets," Bulma quieted down and proceeded to untie the bow on the crinkly wrapper.
"Well.what's in it?" Mrs. Briefs asked tentatively. Bulma reached into the depths of the basket and pulled out a clear bottle of red wine. Bulma grinned from ear to ear.
"Aww! He shouldn't have!" Bulma exclaimed with false sincerity as she tugged the cork out of the bottle and held it a little bit under her nose. "Mmmm.this smells wonderful. A very fine year.whatever it is."
She set the open bottle on the table beside the basket and walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled out two slender wine glasses. "Vegeta would you like a glass," it was more of a demand than a question.
Vegeta suspiciously eyed the wine bottle, the liquid inside was blood red. Vegeta had had enough of Bulma's odd behavior. "Woman, what has gotten into you? First you enquire about my past, and now you want me to drink with you," Vegeta watched with a confused look on his face as Bulma poured the crimson liquid in each glass, filling each about two thirds from the brim. She picked up a glass and held it in the tips of her fingers for a moment, letting the sunlight shine through the wine and making the crystal glass sparkle. Then, after a moment, she gracefully extended her lace covered arm and held the drink out to Vegeta, which he took without question or comment.
He slowly brought the glass to his lips and took a small sip, not completely trusting the wine. And there was a good reason for it. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue his eyes widened in shock. He had tasted this wine before, long ago on Koldsei when he was still in Freeza's favor. Back then he had savored every drop as if it were ambrosia. Now it felt like acid eating away at his throat as he drank.
'How did this wine fall into the Woman's hands? It certainly didn't come from anywhere else on Chickyuu,' Vegeta was about to say something but right at that moment the kitchen door burst open and in popped Goku, Gohan, and Krillin.
Bulma turned around to face her long time friends. "Ah, Goku, what a pleasant surprise," Bulma said, twirling the wine glass in her hand, casually watching the liquid swirl in lazy circles. "And to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
"Actually we're here to get Vegeta," Krillin said, his brow creased with worry. Gohan nodded in agreement.
"Yes Bulma, something terrible has happened!" Gohan exclaimed. Bulma looked toward Goku who had a scowl on his face. Immediately she knew what was happening.
Vegeta set his wine glass on the table and reached out with his senses. In truth he had expected this. For weeks he had been waiting, yearning for it to happen, and now the moment was finally here.
"Yes I know," his voice was cold as he spoke. "Freeza is coming."
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Right after the disclaimer
Disclaimer: this is really pointless. Do I really look like Akira Toriyama? No.I didn't think so!
Bulma woke up well rested and happy despite the rigorous training session she had the night before. Only a month had passed since Bulma learned of her true origins, and with each passing day she became more and more like the Kold-jin she should have been since birth. Both mentally and physically she had changed. Her skin continued to become paler until it was just a shade above pure white, her muscles strengthened and developed to where instead of soft, trim baby fat there was tough muscle and sinew toned to perfection. She no longer walked, she glided, with all the agility and grace a Kold-jin possessed. All her senses were heightened to new levels beyond human imagination. Bulma thought she could even hear better than Vegeta or Goku. Bulma also didn't cry as much anymore, hardly at all in fact. Nothing seemed to get under her skin, even during a heated verbal sparring match with Vegeta, his comments of her being fat or weak meant nothing to her as they did in the past, though, on more than one occasion she would check herself in the mirror to make sure Vegeta's words were lies.
Bulma sighed happily as she climbed out of bed and went to her closet. She would only wear black now and no other color, unless it was a special occasion where she would switch to a dark metallic blue. Today Bulma decided she would wear a black, shiny leather tube dress that reached down about mid thigh with a long sleeved, black lace bolero jacket that would cover up her bare shoulders and slightly exposed chest.
After she was dressed she went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth then ran a thin toothed comb through her hair to get out all the tangles. Out of all the changes, besides the added strength that would come with her father's arrival, she liked her hair the best. She had started getting tired of that silly mass of curls anyway, now she took pride in the long sky blue tresses that flowed like a waterfall to her knees.
On her way out the door she pulled her hair away from her face with two silver combs nestled on each side of her head. She hummed a little tune as she reached the end of the hall and skipped down the stairs. To Bulma, a month was a long time to wait for her father, but the wait would finally pay off. At the end of her dream training, Freeza had told her that today would be the day. He would finally come and Bulma would have all the powers of Koldsei at her command.
Bulma was still humming when she entered the kitchen. Vegeta was already there of course, stuffing his face full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Bulma was actually surprised she had caught him, he rarely came out of the gravity room, save too early in Bulma's eves, except to eat and sleep. Still, it seemed he never left the GR.
'He must be close to reaching Super Saiya-jin," Bulma thought to herself. 'I haven't seen him since I crashed the car in the garage, he's got to be training non stop now.'
"Good morning Bulma!" her mother's bright and chipper voice pierced through Bulma's thoughts, but the younger girl turned and smiled.
"Yes it is mother. And good morning to you too Vegeta. How's the training going? Well I hope," Bulma grabbed a plate and walked over to the stove and fixed herself a portion of pancakes and bacon, neglecting the eggs. She hated eggs.
While Bulma was fixing her meal Vegeta was watching her with a curious gaze. 'She's never this talkative in the morning.she must have gotten back together with that pitiful excuse for a warrior.' Vegeta growled in his head at the latter part of the thought. The woman could do much better than that fool, much better.
"So Vegeta, have you reached Super Saiya-jin yet? I've never seek Goku transform.it must be a sight to see," Bulma smiled as she sat down in the chair opposite Vegeta. Bulma's mother returned to cleaning the dishes, and keeping her ears open on the conversation between Vegeta and her daughter.
Vegeta looked up from his plate. 'Yes, very talkative this morning.and what is she smiling for? Such a beautiful smile.wait! Did I just think that?' Vegeta shook his head, then remembered she asked him a question.
"Whether or not I have reached the level of the Legendary is of no concern to you Woman."
Bulma nodded her head. "So you haven't yet," it was more of a statement than a question. But Vegeta only smirked at her.
"I didn't say that, Woman," Bulma's smile widened.
"So you're going to play games with me, eh? Fine, I like to be kept guessing," she said in a good natured tone, but there was something else there, a slight undertone Vegeta couldn't figure out. By now he had stopped eating completely, all his attention fixed on the woman sitting in front of him. The light filtering in from the window above the sink danced across her hair, tracing lines of gold in between the azure strands and set her skin aglow. She looked so beautiful just sitting there. Her eyes were sparkling with an impish glitter; as if she knew something nobody else knew.either that or it was a trick of the light.
'Probably the light,' Vegeta thought. 'But has she always been so pale, and she seems stronger than usual.yes, her ki had increased slightly. She's still incredibly weak but still.I haven't seen her do any sort of training.'
'So you've been watching her, eh?' a voice in his head spoke up. Vegeta was startled. 'No I haven't!' he insisted. 'Whatever you say.' the voice faded away as quickly as it came. 'Well.maybe I have, a little.but it's hard not to notice her ridiculous hair has changed once again,' 'But a change you like, right Vegeta?' the voice was back again. 'Now I didn't say-'
"Vegeta!" he blinked and looked around in confusion. Who was calling him? "Vegeta," the voice said again. Vegeta's head snapped forward. The voice belonged to Bulma.
"What?" he growled out more harshly than he intended. She had caught him off guard, and spaced out. Vegeta never spaced out, especially not when thinking about gorgeous blue haired women. 'Grr there I go again!' Vegeta let out a low growl of annoyance. But Bulma didn't seem to notice. She went on talking as if he had been listening intently the whole time.
"Well, I was just curious," she paused for what seemed like effect. "What exactly did you do when you worked for Freeza? Aside from purging planets that is."
Vegeta was completely taken aback by her question. Somewhere off in the distance a plate clattered in the sink, but he didn't take notice. 'Why would she ask such a question? Does she want to find out for herself how evil I am?' Just the other day the Woman's harpy friend Chichi had come over and had boldly commented on the immense safety hazard it was to have a "planet destroying, cold blooded murderer living in your home" just as he was crossing from the living room to the kitchen for lunch.
Vegeta smirked at the memory. Everyone here was either extremely afraid or extremely wary of him. Everyone except Bulma. And now here she was, asking about the past which he was always so tight lipped about.
"Are you going to keep me guessing about that too?" her voice cut through his thoughts once more. He looked at her directly in her face and noted her playful tone of voice. 'What has gotten into her?' he wondered.
"I've killed people," he said casually. Too casually for a human to consider for such a serious discussion. He was almost hoping she would shudder or make some sort of sign of disgust at his actions. But Vegeta would be very disappointed.
"Oh that's nothing, what else?" she said in the same casual tone. She returned his gaze equally, her blue eyes piercing his, almost as if they were searching for something.
Vegeta was about to elaborate, but to his annoyance, Bulma's mother cut in. "Bulma, honey, go see if your father's ready for breakfast, he should be down in the lab-"
"I'm hear dear. And yes I am starving," Dr. Briefs entered, the tiny black cat ever present on his shoulder. Vegeta suppressed a growl. Now their conversation had ended, a conclusion Vegeta didn't like. Surprisingly, he enjoyed talking with the Woman, they weren't fighting as usual, just talking, even if it was about a strange subject. 'Why would she want to know about what I did for Freeza?'
"Oh, Bulma darling.this capsule has arrived to you from Lord-" it was then Dr. Briefs noticed Vegeta was in the room. A look of nervousness passed over his face, but a split second later it was gone. "Lord Byron all the way from India." the old scientist dug around in his lab coat pocket and pulled out a small white capsule, which Bulma gladly took.
'Nice cover dad,' she thought sarcastically as she took the capsule. And here her mother was worried she would spill the beans. 'But she didn't have to stop conversation. Vegeta's actually nice when he's not being an asshole,' Bulma giggled to herself as she pushed down on the release button of the capsule.
"Err.Bulma dear, don't you want to wait and open that in you room.everyone is eating and." Bulma's father tugged at the collar of the lab coat, as if it had suddenly become too tight. Both Vegeta and Bulma could hear the nervousness in his voice. But Bulma dismissed it entirely.
"No, I'm opening it now. I hardly get anything from Lord Byron," she put a touch of sarcasm on the name, just enough to show her foster parents she got it.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Briefs looked on with a mixture of curiosity and fear as a tiny cloud of smoke billowed out from where the capsule had been, fear being the dominant emotion. If Bulma let her secret out now there was no telling how Vegeta would react.
Bulma impatiently waved her hand in the air to clear the smoke. She was practically bursting with excitement. 'Father has sent me a gift!' she felt just like a little kid on a birthday.
When the smoke cleared everyone stared at a large wicker basket wrapped in silver cellophane tied at the top with a large blue bow.
"A GIFT BASKET!" Bulma yelped with laughter. "He sent me a gift basket!" the Briefs and Vegeta looked on in confusion as Bulma jumped around the kitchen, twirling in circles with the gift basket in hand.
After a while Bulma plopped back down in her chair and delicately set the basket back on the table, wiping tears of laughter out of her eyes. Then she caught everyone staring at her and let out a small giggle.
"I'm sorry.it's just that 'Lord Byron' would be the last person you'd expect to send gift baskets," Bulma quieted down and proceeded to untie the bow on the crinkly wrapper.
"Well.what's in it?" Mrs. Briefs asked tentatively. Bulma reached into the depths of the basket and pulled out a clear bottle of red wine. Bulma grinned from ear to ear.
"Aww! He shouldn't have!" Bulma exclaimed with false sincerity as she tugged the cork out of the bottle and held it a little bit under her nose. "Mmmm.this smells wonderful. A very fine year.whatever it is."
She set the open bottle on the table beside the basket and walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled out two slender wine glasses. "Vegeta would you like a glass," it was more of a demand than a question.
Vegeta suspiciously eyed the wine bottle, the liquid inside was blood red. Vegeta had had enough of Bulma's odd behavior. "Woman, what has gotten into you? First you enquire about my past, and now you want me to drink with you," Vegeta watched with a confused look on his face as Bulma poured the crimson liquid in each glass, filling each about two thirds from the brim. She picked up a glass and held it in the tips of her fingers for a moment, letting the sunlight shine through the wine and making the crystal glass sparkle. Then, after a moment, she gracefully extended her lace covered arm and held the drink out to Vegeta, which he took without question or comment.
He slowly brought the glass to his lips and took a small sip, not completely trusting the wine. And there was a good reason for it. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue his eyes widened in shock. He had tasted this wine before, long ago on Koldsei when he was still in Freeza's favor. Back then he had savored every drop as if it were ambrosia. Now it felt like acid eating away at his throat as he drank.
'How did this wine fall into the Woman's hands? It certainly didn't come from anywhere else on Chickyuu,' Vegeta was about to say something but right at that moment the kitchen door burst open and in popped Goku, Gohan, and Krillin.
Bulma turned around to face her long time friends. "Ah, Goku, what a pleasant surprise," Bulma said, twirling the wine glass in her hand, casually watching the liquid swirl in lazy circles. "And to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
"Actually we're here to get Vegeta," Krillin said, his brow creased with worry. Gohan nodded in agreement.
"Yes Bulma, something terrible has happened!" Gohan exclaimed. Bulma looked toward Goku who had a scowl on his face. Immediately she knew what was happening.
Vegeta set his wine glass on the table and reached out with his senses. In truth he had expected this. For weeks he had been waiting, yearning for it to happen, and now the moment was finally here.
"Yes I know," his voice was cold as he spoke. "Freeza is coming."
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Another evil cliffy. I know I know I know I am the most evil person in the world. But don't you worry, I WILL update sooner than last time. Again I apologze for making everybody wait. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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