Author's Note: I wrote this in 5th or 6th grade...yeah..
***** "Huh?"
"La la la la," sang Bulma to herself. She was dusting the shelves in her house. "Oh, my," she said, looking up at the top shelf. "I need a chair to reach that." Bulma grabbed a chair and put it below the shelf. She picked up a heavy vase and dusted it. Then she dusted that part of the shelf where she would put the vase. She set the vase down on the shelf.
The vase wasn't completely on the shelf and was tipping over. Bulma didnt realize it because she was dusting the rest of the shelf. While she was getting down off the chair, the vase fell and hit her head. She collapsed and was unconscious.
Fifteen minutes later, her son, Trunks, came down the stairs. "Mom, it's almost lunch time! Did you make anything yet?" he asked. He saw his mom on the floor unconcious. "Dad! Dad!" Trunks yelled. "Come down here quick!" In a flash Bulma's husband, Vegeta flew down the stairs.
"What do you want, boy?" he asked. "I was watching Oprah and you just *had* to interupt me!"
Trunks was silent for a while. "Mom's....unconcious." Vegeta stared at Bulma's body for a long time. Suddenly he broke the silence.
"Wake up, woman!"
All of a sudden, she started to move. "She's awake!" squeeked Trunks. He was so happy that he flew around the house. "Uh..Who are you?" Bulma asked looking at Vegeta, then at Trunks.
"What do you mean, 'Who are you?'" Vegeta yelled. "I'm your husband and this is your son!" Bulma gave him a confused look. "I'm not married, and I don't have a son!" Bulma screamed.
*Oh no,* thought Trunks, *She's got amnesia!*
"Dad, I know what's wrong with Mom," Trunks said calmly.
"Well, what is it?"
"Mom's got amnesia!"
"No! Not amnesia!" Vegeta paused looking confused. "Uh..What's amnesia?"
Trunks slapped his forehead. "Amneia is when someone loses his or her memory because of something that hit his or her head," replied Trunks. Vegeta was in shock. "Where on Earth did you learn that?!"
"School," Trunks said sounding proud. *Whatever* Vegeta said to himself. "Let's hit her with something!" Vegeta hollard.
"How 'bout not," Trunks said. "You might kill her you know?" Vegeta paused.
"I don't care!" he yelled. Trunks grabbed a vase and held it tightly. "I won't let you hurt Mom!"
"Hold it!" screamed Bulma. "What's going on?!"
"Gimme that vase, boy!" yelled Vegeta. He pulled the vase out of Trunks' hands. "I'm sorry, Bulma, but I have to do this." Vegeta aimed at Bulma's head and threw it.
"Ow!" yelled Bulma and again she became unconcious. "Why did you have to do that, Dad?!" Trunks asked, crying.
"I wanted lunch, so that was the only wat the she would," Vegeta said with a smile. Bulma woke up. "My head hurts. Vegeta, what happened?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he lied and winked at Trunks. "Oh, okay," she said. Never again did she get hit in the head or have amnesia!!!
*****Author's Note: Well...obviously I wrote this in 5th or 6th grade...BLAH! REVIEW PLEASE!
***** "Huh?"
"La la la la," sang Bulma to herself. She was dusting the shelves in her house. "Oh, my," she said, looking up at the top shelf. "I need a chair to reach that." Bulma grabbed a chair and put it below the shelf. She picked up a heavy vase and dusted it. Then she dusted that part of the shelf where she would put the vase. She set the vase down on the shelf.
The vase wasn't completely on the shelf and was tipping over. Bulma didnt realize it because she was dusting the rest of the shelf. While she was getting down off the chair, the vase fell and hit her head. She collapsed and was unconscious.
Fifteen minutes later, her son, Trunks, came down the stairs. "Mom, it's almost lunch time! Did you make anything yet?" he asked. He saw his mom on the floor unconcious. "Dad! Dad!" Trunks yelled. "Come down here quick!" In a flash Bulma's husband, Vegeta flew down the stairs.
"What do you want, boy?" he asked. "I was watching Oprah and you just *had* to interupt me!"
Trunks was silent for a while. "Mom's....unconcious." Vegeta stared at Bulma's body for a long time. Suddenly he broke the silence.
"Wake up, woman!"
All of a sudden, she started to move. "She's awake!" squeeked Trunks. He was so happy that he flew around the house. "Uh..Who are you?" Bulma asked looking at Vegeta, then at Trunks.
"What do you mean, 'Who are you?'" Vegeta yelled. "I'm your husband and this is your son!" Bulma gave him a confused look. "I'm not married, and I don't have a son!" Bulma screamed.
*Oh no,* thought Trunks, *She's got amnesia!*
"Dad, I know what's wrong with Mom," Trunks said calmly.
"Well, what is it?"
"Mom's got amnesia!"
"No! Not amnesia!" Vegeta paused looking confused. "Uh..What's amnesia?"
Trunks slapped his forehead. "Amneia is when someone loses his or her memory because of something that hit his or her head," replied Trunks. Vegeta was in shock. "Where on Earth did you learn that?!"
"School," Trunks said sounding proud. *Whatever* Vegeta said to himself. "Let's hit her with something!" Vegeta hollard.
"How 'bout not," Trunks said. "You might kill her you know?" Vegeta paused.
"I don't care!" he yelled. Trunks grabbed a vase and held it tightly. "I won't let you hurt Mom!"
"Hold it!" screamed Bulma. "What's going on?!"
"Gimme that vase, boy!" yelled Vegeta. He pulled the vase out of Trunks' hands. "I'm sorry, Bulma, but I have to do this." Vegeta aimed at Bulma's head and threw it.
"Ow!" yelled Bulma and again she became unconcious. "Why did you have to do that, Dad?!" Trunks asked, crying.
"I wanted lunch, so that was the only wat the she would," Vegeta said with a smile. Bulma woke up. "My head hurts. Vegeta, what happened?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he lied and winked at Trunks. "Oh, okay," she said. Never again did she get hit in the head or have amnesia!!!
*****Author's Note: Well...obviously I wrote this in 5th or 6th grade...BLAH! REVIEW PLEASE!