Author: Baby Buruma (I changed my name ^0^)
Disclaimer: What do you think? LOL I don't own DBZ. BUT Inme is MINE!
Paring: Bulma And Vegeta (Kinda)
Summary: Welp... Training... Odd problems.... And a little deal is made...
:D
Note: I DO LIKE KRILLEN!! HEHEHE :)
Can you figure out what this word is? B*nd
*~~~~~ --------- Means Dream Sequence
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She was surrounded by darkness, but she could hear so many voices. And screams. They were so painful to her ears. She couldn't take it. This must be a dream. No. Not even a dream could be this terrible. The cold wind blew her hair back, and the screams hit her full force. He weak body was thrown to the ground, and a pain over took her stomach as if she had been hit full force. Then some one called her name.
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"Bulma." A voice choked out in a whisper, as something pulled at her hair.
Bulma opened one eye and said the first word she could think of: "Vegeta?" She turned her back to the surprised Chichi. Chichi frowned, becoming more worried by the minute.
"Uh, I'm not a Vegeta. Wait." She paused. Who in Kami's name was Vegeta any way? She sat silent for a few minutes before it hit her. He was the boy that was with them when they first met. She had never received an explanation of what happened to him, either. Chichi suddenly frowned. Why was Bulma saying his name in her sleep?
"Bulma, please wake up! You're having a nightmare," Chichi whined. She was worried. Bulma hadn't slept well all night; she'd been tossing and turning groaning, saying words that she couldn't even understand. "BULMA!" she screeched in the older girl's ear. Bulma's eyes shot open and a scream erupted from her mouth.
Chichi jumped away from her, waiting for her to calm herself down. The older female rubbed her eyes before spotting the worried Chichi. The Amazon raised an eyebrow. "You okay?" she mumbled.
Bulma gasped. What happened? How did I get here... wait, where is here? "Where am I?" she questioned.
"Uh, you're at Roshi's house. Remember? Training? Fighting? Uh, yea." She coughed. "You okay? You didn't sleep well last night?"
"No I'm not okay. I think I'm sick. My stomach feels like it's been hit. Again and again," she groaned and trailed off while grabbing hold of her stomach.
"Let me see," mumbled Chichi as she moved closer to Bulma and lifted up her shirt. She was shocked at what she saw. A light red scar that was about the length of her arm. It traveled around to her back, where it stopped half way.
Chichi gasped, and tried to think over what she just saw. What scared her the most was that when she placed her hand onto the mark she found that it was wet with blood. Bulma slapped her hand away and glared, causing Chichi to become even more confused.
"Uh, B-Bulma?" she stuttered. Her mind almost shut down itself. With that kind of bruising she'd be screaming in pain. Not saying, "I'm sick". And to make the matter worse, Chichi couldn't figure out how she had gotten the mark. That could only come from some type of sword or spear. "Bulma-" She reached towards her again only to have her friend move away from her as if she was
her enemy.
"Don't touch me again okay?" she mumbled. Chichi gave her an odd look.
"Oh man this is odd..." she trailed. "Umm, Bulma I'm going to go get Goku, Roshi, and the Cueball." She crawled out of the bed only to have Bulma shout out her name. "What?" she asked quickly.
"Do me a favor and tell them that I'm really sick. I'll train EXTRA hard tomorrow," she pleaded.
Chichi frowned, she didn't buy what Bulma had just said. "I'm really sick." Ha, that was a laugh. She was worse than sick. How does a person go to bed with no marks what so ever but than wake with marks and scars that weren't there before!?
"No! We need to have someone look at you. You might need some, uh, something!" Chichi spit out.
"I'm fine! Please, Chichi. I don't want them in here." The younger girl blinked.
"Wow, this day is getting real screwed up," exclaimed Chichi. Luckily, she was good at talking over things.
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"Ahem." Roshi eyed Chichi as she stepped outside. Chichi looked up and glared. She wasn't in the mood to hear his smart mouth. Not right now. She realized that Goku and Krillen were standing beside him, so she figured that they had been waiting for her and Bulma. Well, they were in for a little shock.
"Ahem to you too Roshi." She rolled her eyes. She could see Goku giving her an odd look. Maybe he realized that she actually had a little problem. Well, she had the right to have one. But it was more of a freaked out one. If they saw what she saw.
Roshi blinked. "Well, I was just wondering where Bulma was. We have a busy day ahead of us and she has to be out here if she wants training." Chichi was surprised that he didn't make some sick comment about her. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well I hate to tell you, but Bulma won't be joining us today," she said in a bored voice.
"What happened? Did Bulma do too much training last night, or did she just give up?" Krillen snickered. Chichi growled. Her short temper had worn out completely. She tried to stay calm. She tried to act like the situation wasn't that big... she TRIED!
In a flash Krillen found himself being gripped by the shirt and if Chichi had have been stronger, she might have managed to hold him above her head.
"YOU IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! BULMA IS IN A BAD CONDITION RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG, AND I'M SO CONFUSED!" she screeched while shaking his shirt as his head moved forcefully back and forth with her movements.
"AHH let go!" Krillen screamed, pulling away from the girl.
"Chichi, what do you mean by she is in a bad condition?" Goku asked while giving her a confused stare.
"She. umm. she's sick! Yeah, she is a little sick. With a tummy ache." She knew that she couldn't go all out and tell them what was really wrong with her. If they knew that, they'd all run to the room in an instant. Especially Roshi.
"Well she is going to miss out on training until she gets well," Roshi stated.
"Yeah, she says she will train extra hard when she is better." After a few moments of silence, Roshi agreed. After all there was nothing he could do to get her to come down, especially if she was sick. He grinned. It would be lots of fun to get on her though.
"Ahem! Roshi you SICKO!" screeched the only girl in the midst of them. He blinked up in surprise
"What?"
"I know you are thinking sick thoughts. You're having a nosebleed, so stop thinking them!" she screamed. He gave a embarrassed laugh while Krillen and Goku grinned.
Chichi took a deep breath. Now all she had to do was ignore the fact that something weird was going on with Bulma. It would be okay. After all, she told Lunch to take a peek in on her to make sure she was okay. So there was nothing to worry about. Well unless Lunch went nutty and-...
"ACK!" She shook her head. Stop worrying! But she couldn't help it. Roshi turned around telling them that they would be doing a little running for part of the day. Before he could even finish, Chichi cut him off.
"Sorry guys, but I think I'm going to stay here for today." They all blinked at her.
"W-what why?" Goku asked, watching her. It was already bad enough that Bulma wasn't going to train today. But now Chichi was dropping out for the day. They didn't know how one day could affect their training. Although, he could understand with Bulma. Chichi said she was sick. But Chichi wasn't sick.
"'Cause I'm worried about Bulma. I'll just train extra hard too. That way I won't be behind too much."
"But Chi-" He couldn't finish, because she had already ran back into the house. He blinked and scratched his head.
"Well, she sure is going through a lot of trouble over a tummy ache..."
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Bulma waited for Chichi to leave the room before she slowly stood. It was so hot, she felt as if she might pass out at any given moment. But, maybe that would be a good idea. She'd actually get sleep because she didn't get any the night before. The dreams were unlike anything she had ever seen. All those people being killed in the most terrifying way, screaming in deep anguish. And she could still hear them scream. She couldn't help them. They called for her help, but she couldn't help them. And to make the matter worse, there was one man doing the killing, and she couldn't even see his/her face.
"Damn, this is too much for my poor sixteen year old mind." She coughed and walked to the bathroom. She wanted to see what Chichi had seen previously. She wanted to see what made the girl so jumpy. That was, if she could make it to the bathroom before she fainted. He hands went over her stomach and she felt nausea when it was wet with blood. "Oh, crap!"
She made it. Step by step she made it. Bulma frowned as she looked into the full-length mirror. She never looked this horrible in her life. Bags were under her eyes, swallowing her eyes whole. She gulped and looked down before pulling up her shirt. Her eyes widened at what she saw. This was why Chichi had thrown such a fit. She once again felt herself becoming lightheaded.
This was too much. The next thing she knew, everything went black.
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This was different. Way different from the last dream she had. There was no killing, no screaming, there was only darkness. She didn't know what to make of it. Was this better than the last one? She felt so alone here.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed, and she frowned. What was she doing? Calling to no one? Holding her breath, she turned toward the sounds emanating coming from the far end of nowhere. After standing there, she nibbled on her lip, unsure of what she should do. Maybe she could stand there and wait to wake up. She couldn't sleep forever, could she?
After minutes of debate she took off, walking towards the noise. It wasn't as far away as she'd thought...
"Vegeta..." She paused, her breath caught in her stomach at what she saw. It couldn't be him? No, but wait, this was a dream. Anything was possible in a dream, right? He stopped staring off into the void and looked over at her. His eyes seemed to widen in shock. Bulma realized his shock and smirked.
"Well, at least I'm not the only one that is surprised," she stated as he stood up. She admired him from where she stood. She never realized it until now how handsome he truly was. She smiled and slapped her mind for its thoughts. Then again, this was a dream. He probably wasn't even the same Vegeta. Just a piece of her imagination.
"Why the hell are you here?" he questioned in a none too kind voice. She blinked. Then again, maybe this was the real Vegeta.
She held down her temper as she walked closer towards him. "You could be a tad bit kinder. And I should be asking you that question!" she hissed.
Vegeta glared. He didn't speak. This was strange. She was in his dreams? She wasn't supposed to be here.
"Tell me what's going on! I have a feeling that you know more than me!" she ground out.
He paid her no attention for a brief moment until she walked up to him and shook him. "TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" she screamed. Her mind told her that this might be a dream, but the man in front of her was all real.
"Girl, let go of me," he grumbled.
She rolled her eyes and did as she was told. "Well? Why are you in my dreams?"
Vegeta growled under his breath. "Your dream? This is my dream, girl. It is not yours." Bulma blinked. She wanted to fuss that it was hers, but she suddenly held her tongue. He was probably telling her the truth. After all, when did she have dreams this dark? All of her dreams were bright and pretty with birdies and cute NICE guys and... She shook her head. I'm getting off the point.
"Yes you are," Vegeta spoke. She blinked and suddenly frowned.
"I didn't say that out loud." She looked into his face waiting for a response, and when she didn't get one she continued. "You missed out on your wish, you know." This wasn't as bad as her other dream she'd had the night before, so she'd might as well make the best of it. "And you didn't tell me what's going on, and why is your dream so dark?"
Vegeta glanced at her, but didn't say a word. He continued to debate with himself. He just heard her thoughts, still hearing them, really. He couldn't have formed a bond with her. That had been bred out of his genes, right? Then why couldn't I hear her thoughts on the ship?
"HELLO!" Bulma screamed. "Will you stop spacing out? Answer my question, you idiot!"
"Shut the hell up you foolish wench! I am trying to think!"
"How dare you! I'm the one who is confused! You don't know how my life has gone down the drain since you disappeared!" Her face contorted with fury as she continued. "First I go through depression, then I decided to train! I can't look for the Dragon Balls for another year. My life is HELL! I wake up and I have marks and scars all over my stomach! SCARS! Do you understand me? Scars on my beautiful body, and they probably will never go away!" She gasped and tried to recover her breath from her tirade.
Vegeta internally gasped. Did she say scars? Within a second, he grabbed her shirt and lifted it up only to reveal the same scars that he'd just received from the little 'talk' with Freeza.
Bulma, however, blinked in shock before pulling her shirt away.
"YOU PERVERT!" she screamed. "HOW DARE YOU!"
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Meanwhile*~
There were only two more deliveries to go. Krillen could barely keep up, although Goku seemed to be full of some unknown energy. After climbing a tall hill, they reached a house at the top. Krillen handed the milk to the resident.
"Thank you young man," he smiled. "You all have done a good job."
"HI!" Goku shouted. He received a hit on the head from the elder.
"Yes, I know, they have great potential." He then added, "If they train continuously, they should be ready for the Tenka'ichi Budokai eight months from then," Roshi said proudly. The Mentioning of the 'World's Strongest Martial Artist Tournament' shocked Krillen, but Goku looked confused.
"What's that?" Goku asked.
Krillen laughed. This idiot didn't even know.
"It is a gathering of the world's greatest fighters. They have a tournament to see who is the world's champion. It's held every five years in the Southern City." Krillen smirked. "Isn't it amazing that we'll get to be in it? I don't believe it!"
"Oh! Do you think Chichi and Bulma will be in it to?" Goku asked.
"Yeah, if they actually get out and do some training," stated Krillen.
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Off somewhere is a different city; you could hear the sounds of fighting coming from inside a martial arts dojo. Two men in white gis flew out into the street, hitting the ground with great force.
And who was the one responsible?
Yamcha, the Desert Bandit. Luckily for him, he'd gotten out of jail. Bulma's father was pretty nutty when he came to the door. He was happy he didn't have to break out.
Outside the dojo a couple of familiar faces perched themselves outside the high window, peering in. Oolong, and Puar, and an unfamiliar face of a young girl gazed as Yamcha defeated fighter after fighter. One big guy stood alone, the last holdout. They could hear the man threaten Yamcha before throwing punches.
"Oh no! He's going to get hurt! It's not fair! Puar, go help him!" shouted the brown-haired girl. She blinked and her brown eyes filled up with tears as she worried.
"Don't worry," Puar whispered. "He is really strong. He won't need any help."
"Are you sure, Kitty?" she whispered softly.
"Yes Inme, I'm sure. Just watch!" (BB: I-n-me)
"Okay I will. Hehehe, do you think I could do some training? Wow, it looks like tons of fun!"
Oolong stood silently. He wouldn't say a word. That girl was just strange! Sure, she was pretty, but she was also a whiner. She was worse than Bulma herself. Bulma had grown up over the past few weeks, but this girl just wouldn't SHUT UP! He couldn't understand how Yamcha picked her up. They should have let her drown. ::Wait... That's not nice.::
Yamcha easily defeated the guy and stood proud. "I must train harder because the fighters at the tournament will be much stronger." He frowned, as he idly hoped Goku would be there. A smirk appeared on his face. Maybe Bulma would actually get into the fighting like she said. That would be an interesting sight. She probably gave up already. He was pulled from his thought by a whistle. He
turned to see Inme smiling and hooting for him. He smiled. Luckily, he was getting over his fear of girls. Inme made sure of that.
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Vegeta took a step away from her as she continued to rant about him being a pervert. "Shut up, before I kill you!" he threatened.
"Hello, you idiot! This is a dream! YOU CAN'T KILL ME!" she snarled. She had the right to be pissed off! She didn't know that Vegeta was thinking the same thing. He couldn't believe that he had bonded with her. But there was hope for him. It wasn't strong. If it was, she'd be dead and so would he. The marks he's just received from Freeza were too deep for a human to handle.
Therefore, he knew that their bond wasn't strong because she didn't take too much pain.
He still couldn't believe that he had somehow bonded with her!
Bulma suddenly felt like a confused little child. She had no idea what was going on. She felt sick, and then she was now actually in another person's dreams. "Will you say something? I don't like the idea of being here."
Vegeta turned towards her and he frowned as always. "And I don't like the idea of you being here. I don't like the fact that I might be stuck with you and your disgusting mouth for the rest of my life! And I hate the knowing that I actually form some type of bond with a dirty weak female such as your self!"
"What?" ::How DARE he.:: She couldn't believe that even in her, or at least his, dreams, that he was insulting her. And did he just call her dirty and WEAK? She growled and walked up to him, grabbing his shirt. After pulling him to her level she hissed in his face saying, "Don't you EVER again in your life call me dirty, nor am I weak! I guarantee that the next time I see you in *person* I'll be able to kick your dirty *weak* ass!" she screamed. He smirked, in a way he liked where she was going.
"Really?" he purred. She bit her lip at the way he spoke those words. Calm, cool and collected, almost as if he was looking for it. She was expecting him to yell or maybe tell her to get her hands off of him.
"I-I umm... yeah." Her brave act was quickly fading, and was being replaced by nervousness. The next thing she knew was that she was looking *down* at Vegeta. He had her up in the air by the collar of her shirt. At least it wasn't by her neck, she silently added.
"Well, I'll let you know this. The next time I see you, I'll be sure to take up that challenge. And might I add, if you can't hold up to it, I'll be the last thing you see before you enter the gates of hell," he calmly stated. Bulma's face paled deeply, and she held her breath. She couldn't help but be scared, even if this was just a dream.
"Fine," she hissed out. He smirked and dropped her onto the ground. She sat there for a second, watching him.
Bulma gasped, she heard a voice. A voice that called her name. She frowned and looked at Vegeta. He smirked at her, letting her know that he heard it too. And the last thing she saw was Vegeta turning his back towards her.
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Bulma shot up from the bed where she laid. In the process, she knocked poor Chichi off the bed and unceremoniously onto the floor. Bulma didn't even realize that she had made her bed a single-occupancy. Her mind replayed the dream over and over again before she looked forward. ::Maybe that little bet wasn't a good idea.::
"But then again, it was just a dumb little dream that felt really real," she said out loud and a shiver went up her spine. "It felt too real. and how did I get in the bed?"
"I PUT YOU THERE! NOW THANK ME FOR KAMI'S SAKE!" a little voice screamed.
Jumping in fright, Bulma looked down at the girl who was on the floor. She had her hands on her hips and a small frown on her face.
"Thank you, Chichi," Bulma mumbled. Chichi smirked and seemed to calm down a great deal.
"You're welcome, Bulma. Now. umm. are you okay? 'Cause you were in bad shape earlier this morning. I'm surprised you didn't stay knocked out longer."
"I'm fine, really. Actually, I feel better than before." It was then she realized that her stomach was wrapped up. She could only guess that Chichi decided to bandage her up.
"That's, good and I have a question."
Silence.
"Shoot," Bulma swallowed.
"Why didn't you want me to touch you?" Chichi asked. "And I do remember that when Goku turned into a huge monster, that you told me the same thing." Bulma opened her mouth to tell a lie but Chichi cut her off. "Oh, and don't lie to
me. Tell. Me. The. TRUTH!"
"Umm... the truth. Well, you wouldn't understand the truth. I don't even understand the truth."
"Well, tell me as much as you can. Oh, and since we are going to be best friends and training partners, almost like sisters, you might as well tell me what you were dreaming about and why you were saying Vegeta's name over and
over again."
Bulma paled. "I-I wasn't s-saying his name...-"
"Don't lie to me! I was sitting right next to you and that is all you were saying!" Chichi looked to the sky and began to mimic Bulma's voice while saying "Vegeta... oh... Vegeta... Ohhhhhh..." Bulma screeched and shook her head.
"You're lying! I did not!" she howled.
"Okay, okay, you didn't!" Chichi held in the laugh. "But you were saying his name. So tell your brand new sister!"
She coughed. "Well, it's a long story and you won't believe it anyway so what is the-."
"Tell me or else..." Chichi threatened.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Fine."
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*ahem* This was the hardest chapter I have ever written in my life. Man.. Whew... *ahem* Any how, I'll be happy to let you know that in the next chapter to come that the Martial Arts Tournament will begin. Yep. :) Don't worry about it being a rushed chapter, because it won't be.
Oh, and might I add... I don't mean to sound rude but... VEGGIE WILL NOT BE BACK TO EARTH FOR AT LEAST SEVEN YEARS! (And when he is back, you going to hate his guts... or then again every one loves a bad ass Vegeta... hehehe)
What I mean is that believe it or not, the only reason you guys have seen this much of him is because. well so many of you asked me to. (I'm such a sap, but then again I'm happy you guys did ask; cause it made the fic more complicated)
But, just to let you know, he'll kinda be in the next chapter. And all your questions about Bulma will be answered, and, well everything will be answered. :P (And yes, Bulma and Vegeta did form a small bond. Although, it is not that strong. It is obvious that it is not strong. Because if it was, Bulma would have died from the scars Vegeta received because she wouldn't been strong
enough to handle it)
*sigh* Tell me what you think, and oh yeah... hehehe. Don't you Goku and Chichi fans worry either. Matter of fact, none of you should worry. There will be a LOT more Goku and Chichi and a LOT more Bulma and Vegeta. :P
Baby Buruma*~
P.S. Wouldn't it be fun to see Chichi and Goku fight against each other in the Tournament?
On the next episode of Dragon Ball (TRS): All questions about Bulma are answered. Chichi and Goku get closer. Krillen makes friends with both females. (Took him long enough) The girls train extra hard for the Tournament, which has began. (I bet you guys are wondering what Veggie is doing, right?)
^O^V
Disclaimer: What do you think? LOL I don't own DBZ. BUT Inme is MINE!
Paring: Bulma And Vegeta (Kinda)
Summary: Welp... Training... Odd problems.... And a little deal is made...
:D
Note: I DO LIKE KRILLEN!! HEHEHE :)
Can you figure out what this word is? B*nd
*~~~~~ --------- Means Dream Sequence
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She was surrounded by darkness, but she could hear so many voices. And screams. They were so painful to her ears. She couldn't take it. This must be a dream. No. Not even a dream could be this terrible. The cold wind blew her hair back, and the screams hit her full force. He weak body was thrown to the ground, and a pain over took her stomach as if she had been hit full force. Then some one called her name.
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"Bulma." A voice choked out in a whisper, as something pulled at her hair.
Bulma opened one eye and said the first word she could think of: "Vegeta?" She turned her back to the surprised Chichi. Chichi frowned, becoming more worried by the minute.
"Uh, I'm not a Vegeta. Wait." She paused. Who in Kami's name was Vegeta any way? She sat silent for a few minutes before it hit her. He was the boy that was with them when they first met. She had never received an explanation of what happened to him, either. Chichi suddenly frowned. Why was Bulma saying his name in her sleep?
"Bulma, please wake up! You're having a nightmare," Chichi whined. She was worried. Bulma hadn't slept well all night; she'd been tossing and turning groaning, saying words that she couldn't even understand. "BULMA!" she screeched in the older girl's ear. Bulma's eyes shot open and a scream erupted from her mouth.
Chichi jumped away from her, waiting for her to calm herself down. The older female rubbed her eyes before spotting the worried Chichi. The Amazon raised an eyebrow. "You okay?" she mumbled.
Bulma gasped. What happened? How did I get here... wait, where is here? "Where am I?" she questioned.
"Uh, you're at Roshi's house. Remember? Training? Fighting? Uh, yea." She coughed. "You okay? You didn't sleep well last night?"
"No I'm not okay. I think I'm sick. My stomach feels like it's been hit. Again and again," she groaned and trailed off while grabbing hold of her stomach.
"Let me see," mumbled Chichi as she moved closer to Bulma and lifted up her shirt. She was shocked at what she saw. A light red scar that was about the length of her arm. It traveled around to her back, where it stopped half way.
Chichi gasped, and tried to think over what she just saw. What scared her the most was that when she placed her hand onto the mark she found that it was wet with blood. Bulma slapped her hand away and glared, causing Chichi to become even more confused.
"Uh, B-Bulma?" she stuttered. Her mind almost shut down itself. With that kind of bruising she'd be screaming in pain. Not saying, "I'm sick". And to make the matter worse, Chichi couldn't figure out how she had gotten the mark. That could only come from some type of sword or spear. "Bulma-" She reached towards her again only to have her friend move away from her as if she was
her enemy.
"Don't touch me again okay?" she mumbled. Chichi gave her an odd look.
"Oh man this is odd..." she trailed. "Umm, Bulma I'm going to go get Goku, Roshi, and the Cueball." She crawled out of the bed only to have Bulma shout out her name. "What?" she asked quickly.
"Do me a favor and tell them that I'm really sick. I'll train EXTRA hard tomorrow," she pleaded.
Chichi frowned, she didn't buy what Bulma had just said. "I'm really sick." Ha, that was a laugh. She was worse than sick. How does a person go to bed with no marks what so ever but than wake with marks and scars that weren't there before!?
"No! We need to have someone look at you. You might need some, uh, something!" Chichi spit out.
"I'm fine! Please, Chichi. I don't want them in here." The younger girl blinked.
"Wow, this day is getting real screwed up," exclaimed Chichi. Luckily, she was good at talking over things.
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"Ahem." Roshi eyed Chichi as she stepped outside. Chichi looked up and glared. She wasn't in the mood to hear his smart mouth. Not right now. She realized that Goku and Krillen were standing beside him, so she figured that they had been waiting for her and Bulma. Well, they were in for a little shock.
"Ahem to you too Roshi." She rolled her eyes. She could see Goku giving her an odd look. Maybe he realized that she actually had a little problem. Well, she had the right to have one. But it was more of a freaked out one. If they saw what she saw.
Roshi blinked. "Well, I was just wondering where Bulma was. We have a busy day ahead of us and she has to be out here if she wants training." Chichi was surprised that he didn't make some sick comment about her. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well I hate to tell you, but Bulma won't be joining us today," she said in a bored voice.
"What happened? Did Bulma do too much training last night, or did she just give up?" Krillen snickered. Chichi growled. Her short temper had worn out completely. She tried to stay calm. She tried to act like the situation wasn't that big... she TRIED!
In a flash Krillen found himself being gripped by the shirt and if Chichi had have been stronger, she might have managed to hold him above her head.
"YOU IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! BULMA IS IN A BAD CONDITION RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG, AND I'M SO CONFUSED!" she screeched while shaking his shirt as his head moved forcefully back and forth with her movements.
"AHH let go!" Krillen screamed, pulling away from the girl.
"Chichi, what do you mean by she is in a bad condition?" Goku asked while giving her a confused stare.
"She. umm. she's sick! Yeah, she is a little sick. With a tummy ache." She knew that she couldn't go all out and tell them what was really wrong with her. If they knew that, they'd all run to the room in an instant. Especially Roshi.
"Well she is going to miss out on training until she gets well," Roshi stated.
"Yeah, she says she will train extra hard when she is better." After a few moments of silence, Roshi agreed. After all there was nothing he could do to get her to come down, especially if she was sick. He grinned. It would be lots of fun to get on her though.
"Ahem! Roshi you SICKO!" screeched the only girl in the midst of them. He blinked up in surprise
"What?"
"I know you are thinking sick thoughts. You're having a nosebleed, so stop thinking them!" she screamed. He gave a embarrassed laugh while Krillen and Goku grinned.
Chichi took a deep breath. Now all she had to do was ignore the fact that something weird was going on with Bulma. It would be okay. After all, she told Lunch to take a peek in on her to make sure she was okay. So there was nothing to worry about. Well unless Lunch went nutty and-...
"ACK!" She shook her head. Stop worrying! But she couldn't help it. Roshi turned around telling them that they would be doing a little running for part of the day. Before he could even finish, Chichi cut him off.
"Sorry guys, but I think I'm going to stay here for today." They all blinked at her.
"W-what why?" Goku asked, watching her. It was already bad enough that Bulma wasn't going to train today. But now Chichi was dropping out for the day. They didn't know how one day could affect their training. Although, he could understand with Bulma. Chichi said she was sick. But Chichi wasn't sick.
"'Cause I'm worried about Bulma. I'll just train extra hard too. That way I won't be behind too much."
"But Chi-" He couldn't finish, because she had already ran back into the house. He blinked and scratched his head.
"Well, she sure is going through a lot of trouble over a tummy ache..."
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Bulma waited for Chichi to leave the room before she slowly stood. It was so hot, she felt as if she might pass out at any given moment. But, maybe that would be a good idea. She'd actually get sleep because she didn't get any the night before. The dreams were unlike anything she had ever seen. All those people being killed in the most terrifying way, screaming in deep anguish. And she could still hear them scream. She couldn't help them. They called for her help, but she couldn't help them. And to make the matter worse, there was one man doing the killing, and she couldn't even see his/her face.
"Damn, this is too much for my poor sixteen year old mind." She coughed and walked to the bathroom. She wanted to see what Chichi had seen previously. She wanted to see what made the girl so jumpy. That was, if she could make it to the bathroom before she fainted. He hands went over her stomach and she felt nausea when it was wet with blood. "Oh, crap!"
She made it. Step by step she made it. Bulma frowned as she looked into the full-length mirror. She never looked this horrible in her life. Bags were under her eyes, swallowing her eyes whole. She gulped and looked down before pulling up her shirt. Her eyes widened at what she saw. This was why Chichi had thrown such a fit. She once again felt herself becoming lightheaded.
This was too much. The next thing she knew, everything went black.
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This was different. Way different from the last dream she had. There was no killing, no screaming, there was only darkness. She didn't know what to make of it. Was this better than the last one? She felt so alone here.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed, and she frowned. What was she doing? Calling to no one? Holding her breath, she turned toward the sounds emanating coming from the far end of nowhere. After standing there, she nibbled on her lip, unsure of what she should do. Maybe she could stand there and wait to wake up. She couldn't sleep forever, could she?
After minutes of debate she took off, walking towards the noise. It wasn't as far away as she'd thought...
"Vegeta..." She paused, her breath caught in her stomach at what she saw. It couldn't be him? No, but wait, this was a dream. Anything was possible in a dream, right? He stopped staring off into the void and looked over at her. His eyes seemed to widen in shock. Bulma realized his shock and smirked.
"Well, at least I'm not the only one that is surprised," she stated as he stood up. She admired him from where she stood. She never realized it until now how handsome he truly was. She smiled and slapped her mind for its thoughts. Then again, this was a dream. He probably wasn't even the same Vegeta. Just a piece of her imagination.
"Why the hell are you here?" he questioned in a none too kind voice. She blinked. Then again, maybe this was the real Vegeta.
She held down her temper as she walked closer towards him. "You could be a tad bit kinder. And I should be asking you that question!" she hissed.
Vegeta glared. He didn't speak. This was strange. She was in his dreams? She wasn't supposed to be here.
"Tell me what's going on! I have a feeling that you know more than me!" she ground out.
He paid her no attention for a brief moment until she walked up to him and shook him. "TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" she screamed. Her mind told her that this might be a dream, but the man in front of her was all real.
"Girl, let go of me," he grumbled.
She rolled her eyes and did as she was told. "Well? Why are you in my dreams?"
Vegeta growled under his breath. "Your dream? This is my dream, girl. It is not yours." Bulma blinked. She wanted to fuss that it was hers, but she suddenly held her tongue. He was probably telling her the truth. After all, when did she have dreams this dark? All of her dreams were bright and pretty with birdies and cute NICE guys and... She shook her head. I'm getting off the point.
"Yes you are," Vegeta spoke. She blinked and suddenly frowned.
"I didn't say that out loud." She looked into his face waiting for a response, and when she didn't get one she continued. "You missed out on your wish, you know." This wasn't as bad as her other dream she'd had the night before, so she'd might as well make the best of it. "And you didn't tell me what's going on, and why is your dream so dark?"
Vegeta glanced at her, but didn't say a word. He continued to debate with himself. He just heard her thoughts, still hearing them, really. He couldn't have formed a bond with her. That had been bred out of his genes, right? Then why couldn't I hear her thoughts on the ship?
"HELLO!" Bulma screamed. "Will you stop spacing out? Answer my question, you idiot!"
"Shut the hell up you foolish wench! I am trying to think!"
"How dare you! I'm the one who is confused! You don't know how my life has gone down the drain since you disappeared!" Her face contorted with fury as she continued. "First I go through depression, then I decided to train! I can't look for the Dragon Balls for another year. My life is HELL! I wake up and I have marks and scars all over my stomach! SCARS! Do you understand me? Scars on my beautiful body, and they probably will never go away!" She gasped and tried to recover her breath from her tirade.
Vegeta internally gasped. Did she say scars? Within a second, he grabbed her shirt and lifted it up only to reveal the same scars that he'd just received from the little 'talk' with Freeza.
Bulma, however, blinked in shock before pulling her shirt away.
"YOU PERVERT!" she screamed. "HOW DARE YOU!"
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There were only two more deliveries to go. Krillen could barely keep up, although Goku seemed to be full of some unknown energy. After climbing a tall hill, they reached a house at the top. Krillen handed the milk to the resident.
"Thank you young man," he smiled. "You all have done a good job."
"HI!" Goku shouted. He received a hit on the head from the elder.
"Yes, I know, they have great potential." He then added, "If they train continuously, they should be ready for the Tenka'ichi Budokai eight months from then," Roshi said proudly. The Mentioning of the 'World's Strongest Martial Artist Tournament' shocked Krillen, but Goku looked confused.
"What's that?" Goku asked.
Krillen laughed. This idiot didn't even know.
"It is a gathering of the world's greatest fighters. They have a tournament to see who is the world's champion. It's held every five years in the Southern City." Krillen smirked. "Isn't it amazing that we'll get to be in it? I don't believe it!"
"Oh! Do you think Chichi and Bulma will be in it to?" Goku asked.
"Yeah, if they actually get out and do some training," stated Krillen.
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Off somewhere is a different city; you could hear the sounds of fighting coming from inside a martial arts dojo. Two men in white gis flew out into the street, hitting the ground with great force.
And who was the one responsible?
Yamcha, the Desert Bandit. Luckily for him, he'd gotten out of jail. Bulma's father was pretty nutty when he came to the door. He was happy he didn't have to break out.
Outside the dojo a couple of familiar faces perched themselves outside the high window, peering in. Oolong, and Puar, and an unfamiliar face of a young girl gazed as Yamcha defeated fighter after fighter. One big guy stood alone, the last holdout. They could hear the man threaten Yamcha before throwing punches.
"Oh no! He's going to get hurt! It's not fair! Puar, go help him!" shouted the brown-haired girl. She blinked and her brown eyes filled up with tears as she worried.
"Don't worry," Puar whispered. "He is really strong. He won't need any help."
"Are you sure, Kitty?" she whispered softly.
"Yes Inme, I'm sure. Just watch!" (BB: I-n-me)
"Okay I will. Hehehe, do you think I could do some training? Wow, it looks like tons of fun!"
Oolong stood silently. He wouldn't say a word. That girl was just strange! Sure, she was pretty, but she was also a whiner. She was worse than Bulma herself. Bulma had grown up over the past few weeks, but this girl just wouldn't SHUT UP! He couldn't understand how Yamcha picked her up. They should have let her drown. ::Wait... That's not nice.::
Yamcha easily defeated the guy and stood proud. "I must train harder because the fighters at the tournament will be much stronger." He frowned, as he idly hoped Goku would be there. A smirk appeared on his face. Maybe Bulma would actually get into the fighting like she said. That would be an interesting sight. She probably gave up already. He was pulled from his thought by a whistle. He
turned to see Inme smiling and hooting for him. He smiled. Luckily, he was getting over his fear of girls. Inme made sure of that.
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Vegeta took a step away from her as she continued to rant about him being a pervert. "Shut up, before I kill you!" he threatened.
"Hello, you idiot! This is a dream! YOU CAN'T KILL ME!" she snarled. She had the right to be pissed off! She didn't know that Vegeta was thinking the same thing. He couldn't believe that he had bonded with her. But there was hope for him. It wasn't strong. If it was, she'd be dead and so would he. The marks he's just received from Freeza were too deep for a human to handle.
Therefore, he knew that their bond wasn't strong because she didn't take too much pain.
He still couldn't believe that he had somehow bonded with her!
Bulma suddenly felt like a confused little child. She had no idea what was going on. She felt sick, and then she was now actually in another person's dreams. "Will you say something? I don't like the idea of being here."
Vegeta turned towards her and he frowned as always. "And I don't like the idea of you being here. I don't like the fact that I might be stuck with you and your disgusting mouth for the rest of my life! And I hate the knowing that I actually form some type of bond with a dirty weak female such as your self!"
"What?" ::How DARE he.:: She couldn't believe that even in her, or at least his, dreams, that he was insulting her. And did he just call her dirty and WEAK? She growled and walked up to him, grabbing his shirt. After pulling him to her level she hissed in his face saying, "Don't you EVER again in your life call me dirty, nor am I weak! I guarantee that the next time I see you in *person* I'll be able to kick your dirty *weak* ass!" she screamed. He smirked, in a way he liked where she was going.
"Really?" he purred. She bit her lip at the way he spoke those words. Calm, cool and collected, almost as if he was looking for it. She was expecting him to yell or maybe tell her to get her hands off of him.
"I-I umm... yeah." Her brave act was quickly fading, and was being replaced by nervousness. The next thing she knew was that she was looking *down* at Vegeta. He had her up in the air by the collar of her shirt. At least it wasn't by her neck, she silently added.
"Well, I'll let you know this. The next time I see you, I'll be sure to take up that challenge. And might I add, if you can't hold up to it, I'll be the last thing you see before you enter the gates of hell," he calmly stated. Bulma's face paled deeply, and she held her breath. She couldn't help but be scared, even if this was just a dream.
"Fine," she hissed out. He smirked and dropped her onto the ground. She sat there for a second, watching him.
Bulma gasped, she heard a voice. A voice that called her name. She frowned and looked at Vegeta. He smirked at her, letting her know that he heard it too. And the last thing she saw was Vegeta turning his back towards her.
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Bulma shot up from the bed where she laid. In the process, she knocked poor Chichi off the bed and unceremoniously onto the floor. Bulma didn't even realize that she had made her bed a single-occupancy. Her mind replayed the dream over and over again before she looked forward. ::Maybe that little bet wasn't a good idea.::
"But then again, it was just a dumb little dream that felt really real," she said out loud and a shiver went up her spine. "It felt too real. and how did I get in the bed?"
"I PUT YOU THERE! NOW THANK ME FOR KAMI'S SAKE!" a little voice screamed.
Jumping in fright, Bulma looked down at the girl who was on the floor. She had her hands on her hips and a small frown on her face.
"Thank you, Chichi," Bulma mumbled. Chichi smirked and seemed to calm down a great deal.
"You're welcome, Bulma. Now. umm. are you okay? 'Cause you were in bad shape earlier this morning. I'm surprised you didn't stay knocked out longer."
"I'm fine, really. Actually, I feel better than before." It was then she realized that her stomach was wrapped up. She could only guess that Chichi decided to bandage her up.
"That's, good and I have a question."
Silence.
"Shoot," Bulma swallowed.
"Why didn't you want me to touch you?" Chichi asked. "And I do remember that when Goku turned into a huge monster, that you told me the same thing." Bulma opened her mouth to tell a lie but Chichi cut her off. "Oh, and don't lie to
me. Tell. Me. The. TRUTH!"
"Umm... the truth. Well, you wouldn't understand the truth. I don't even understand the truth."
"Well, tell me as much as you can. Oh, and since we are going to be best friends and training partners, almost like sisters, you might as well tell me what you were dreaming about and why you were saying Vegeta's name over and
over again."
Bulma paled. "I-I wasn't s-saying his name...-"
"Don't lie to me! I was sitting right next to you and that is all you were saying!" Chichi looked to the sky and began to mimic Bulma's voice while saying "Vegeta... oh... Vegeta... Ohhhhhh..." Bulma screeched and shook her head.
"You're lying! I did not!" she howled.
"Okay, okay, you didn't!" Chichi held in the laugh. "But you were saying his name. So tell your brand new sister!"
She coughed. "Well, it's a long story and you won't believe it anyway so what is the-."
"Tell me or else..." Chichi threatened.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Fine."
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*ahem* This was the hardest chapter I have ever written in my life. Man.. Whew... *ahem* Any how, I'll be happy to let you know that in the next chapter to come that the Martial Arts Tournament will begin. Yep. :) Don't worry about it being a rushed chapter, because it won't be.
Oh, and might I add... I don't mean to sound rude but... VEGGIE WILL NOT BE BACK TO EARTH FOR AT LEAST SEVEN YEARS! (And when he is back, you going to hate his guts... or then again every one loves a bad ass Vegeta... hehehe)
What I mean is that believe it or not, the only reason you guys have seen this much of him is because. well so many of you asked me to. (I'm such a sap, but then again I'm happy you guys did ask; cause it made the fic more complicated)
But, just to let you know, he'll kinda be in the next chapter. And all your questions about Bulma will be answered, and, well everything will be answered. :P (And yes, Bulma and Vegeta did form a small bond. Although, it is not that strong. It is obvious that it is not strong. Because if it was, Bulma would have died from the scars Vegeta received because she wouldn't been strong
enough to handle it)
*sigh* Tell me what you think, and oh yeah... hehehe. Don't you Goku and Chichi fans worry either. Matter of fact, none of you should worry. There will be a LOT more Goku and Chichi and a LOT more Bulma and Vegeta. :P
Baby Buruma*~
P.S. Wouldn't it be fun to see Chichi and Goku fight against each other in the Tournament?
On the next episode of Dragon Ball (TRS): All questions about Bulma are answered. Chichi and Goku get closer. Krillen makes friends with both females. (Took him long enough) The girls train extra hard for the Tournament, which has began. (I bet you guys are wondering what Veggie is doing, right?)
^O^V