Hello, thanks for the kind reviews I've received! Last chapter!
I don't own Dragonballz
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The enraged woman turned around to see the blond queen she remembered from her dream as her mother shakily stand up from her throne. "I haven't seen you since you were barely two years old..."
"You are my mother." It was a statement, not a question, which confused Papillon somewhat.
"Yes..."
"You're hoping that I'm just going to calm down and become the demure, polite daughter you've always wanted, aren't you?"
The queen was speechless. Here, standing before her, topless no less, was her daughter whom she hadn't seen for almost twenty years, talking down to her as if she was inferior. Here, mad as a hornet, more powerful than anything ever witnessed in documented history, was the savage siren, Princess Bulma.
"I have news for you and my father." The king and queen each took a deep breath; the crowd was filled with tense silence, and Vegeta was trying his best not to fall asleep again. Bulma paused, looking as if she was contemplating something. "I'm wild." she all but whispered, an insane smile creeping its way across her face. "You cannot contain me!!"
Instantly, the chains around the saiyajins snapped open, and the tailed men stood up, snarling, ready to invoke their wrath upon the crowd. Well, not Goku, he was too busy suffering mental abuse from his wife.
Bulma screamed, her power rising to unimaginable heights. Any frail people were instantly crushed by the gravity that the blue-haired woman created with her aura. The throne room erupted into chaos. Saiyajins ran about, slicing through people with their ki beams. The people were not passive though, far from that. They fought back with a ferocity that only is present when the adrenaline rush pours through the human body. That time had come, and it also had to end...
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Bulma released a large sphere of energy at the king and queen, killing them instantly. She leaped into the crowd and began hacking away at the people of Irsena, enjoying the blood that flowed from their dismembered bodies. *What a beautiful crimson...*
Vegeta, meanwhile, was definitely wide awake, and finally had the common sense to fear for his life. The siren was beyond control; he supposed she always had been. So, instead of trying to stop her or get in her way, he turned his sights on Turles, who gulped nervously.
"So Turles..." Vegeta said casually, deeply interested at the guilty look that had traipsed its way across the saiyajin's face. "What have you been up to lately? You look like an earthling who's just been caught for taking a cookie from the cookie jar."
"Not much, your highness...not much." Turles was sweating and extremely nervous. What if King Vegeta found out about his little... 'art session'? He had a strong feeling that he was not about to come out of this alive.
"You see-"
"Hello Turles. Vegeta. You're getting along, I hope?" said Bulma, as if she hadn't just taken out at least one hundred people. "Next time Turles...you should draw where I can see it. I don't think you got the letters right..."
"I agree." seethed Vegeta. "You should have carved your death wish." With that, Turles was instantly vaporized by a scorching beam from Vegeta's bloody hand. Bulma smiled, and grappled onto Vegeta suddenly. "What are you-"
"Hold me...hold me forever." she whispered, staring into his eyes with an intensity that scared Vegeta a great deal. The king held her close, frowning as his fingers brushed against the old wound. For Bulma, she was in heaven...her angel wrapped around her, and all those who weren't deemed worthy for heaven were falling into hell... falling... falling... she was falling... "Don't let me fall...please don't let me fall." Vegeta held her tighter, his eyes going wide as her skin started to pale, then turn translucent... "Vegeta..."
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"Bulma, please wake up. Bulma please. I need you in my life...I want you to be with me forever. I know what we have isn't what you'd call normal, but...I don't want to give it up. I can't bear to lose you."
Bulma opened her eyes, albeit a little groggily. There, in tears of rejoicing, stood her long-time boyfriend Krillin. "I'm up, I'm up." Krillin threw his arms around her, jabbering incoherently to his sky-haired wonder.
"I thought I might have lost you..."
"No way. Did you honestly think a little CAR accident would take me? I'm Bulma Briefs! I'm going down in style! How long was I out?"
"Five days."
"Holy crap..."
"The doctors said they didn't have a lot of hope until you started talking in your sleep."
"What did I say...wait, never mind, don't tell me what I said. I had this really long, insane dream that I don't really want to relive."
"Was I in it?"
"Yeah...you were engaged to Juuhachi."
"WHAT? Juuhachi? The raver from our old days in high school?"
"Same one."
"That's bizarre, eh?"
"I know! ChiChi was going to give birth to Goku's kid!"
"No way! That's insane! ChiChi and Goku...how would that ever work? Goku would never go for someone as bitchy as ChiChi!"
"Let's just say Goku was whipped..."
"It's not like he isn't whipped NOW." The two chuckled, it was true that Goku's current love interest was a bit of a control freak, but ChiChi would have been far worse. "So...what about you? Were you screwing around with anyone?"
"Two I actually screwed, and one offer."
"Slut."
Bulma stuck out her tongue, only to have Krillin close his mouth on hers. The two kissed passionately, Krillin making sure not to disturb any of the hospital equipment. They then parted, and Bulma pouted.
"Am not."
"Are too. So who were they?"
"I propositioned Yamucha..." Krillin fell of the bed and rolled on the floor, laughing his head off. "Shut up! It was just a dream! No way would I go for him! He's a pansy!"
"Heeheeheehee!!!"
"Fine, I won't tell you who the other two were."
"I'm sorry." Krillin made his best effort on puppy dog eyes, which ended up working rather well.
"Okay. I slept with Vegeta and this other guy that my mind must have conjured up named Zenith."
"Dream guy, huh. Wait...did you say VEGETA? The same Vegeta that just nailed the martial arts championship? The same Vegeta that said you were the most hideous thing he had ever seen in his entire life...and then you squashed an ice cream in his hair while you two were on campus?"
"Yep."
"That's twisted..."
"I know."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Krillin got off the bed to open it. Standing there was a doctor who looked about 6 years Bulma's senior, with ruddy-brown hair and warm green eyes that held a touch of sparkle to them.
"Bulma, glad to see you awake. I've been waiting for so long..."
Bulma screamed, shattering the overhanging lightbulb. The woman curled into a ball and muttered madly to herself.
"Bulma? Bulma!!" Krillin cried, trying to shake Bulma back to reality. Of course, after living your reincarnation through a dream having dreams within, and old lover can bring back the most painful of conditions. Zenith's head bowed, his white uniform fluttering from the breeze in the open window.
*He had better take care of her.* The doctor left, and Bulma looked up then, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Has he always been my doctor?"
Krillin thought for a moment. "Actually, I haven't seen him around here at all..." Bulma whimpered, and clung onto Krillin desperately. "Don't let him take me...don't let me fall...hold me forever..."
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The end! Review please!
I don't own Dragonballz
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The enraged woman turned around to see the blond queen she remembered from her dream as her mother shakily stand up from her throne. "I haven't seen you since you were barely two years old..."
"You are my mother." It was a statement, not a question, which confused Papillon somewhat.
"Yes..."
"You're hoping that I'm just going to calm down and become the demure, polite daughter you've always wanted, aren't you?"
The queen was speechless. Here, standing before her, topless no less, was her daughter whom she hadn't seen for almost twenty years, talking down to her as if she was inferior. Here, mad as a hornet, more powerful than anything ever witnessed in documented history, was the savage siren, Princess Bulma.
"I have news for you and my father." The king and queen each took a deep breath; the crowd was filled with tense silence, and Vegeta was trying his best not to fall asleep again. Bulma paused, looking as if she was contemplating something. "I'm wild." she all but whispered, an insane smile creeping its way across her face. "You cannot contain me!!"
Instantly, the chains around the saiyajins snapped open, and the tailed men stood up, snarling, ready to invoke their wrath upon the crowd. Well, not Goku, he was too busy suffering mental abuse from his wife.
Bulma screamed, her power rising to unimaginable heights. Any frail people were instantly crushed by the gravity that the blue-haired woman created with her aura. The throne room erupted into chaos. Saiyajins ran about, slicing through people with their ki beams. The people were not passive though, far from that. They fought back with a ferocity that only is present when the adrenaline rush pours through the human body. That time had come, and it also had to end...
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Bulma released a large sphere of energy at the king and queen, killing them instantly. She leaped into the crowd and began hacking away at the people of Irsena, enjoying the blood that flowed from their dismembered bodies. *What a beautiful crimson...*
Vegeta, meanwhile, was definitely wide awake, and finally had the common sense to fear for his life. The siren was beyond control; he supposed she always had been. So, instead of trying to stop her or get in her way, he turned his sights on Turles, who gulped nervously.
"So Turles..." Vegeta said casually, deeply interested at the guilty look that had traipsed its way across the saiyajin's face. "What have you been up to lately? You look like an earthling who's just been caught for taking a cookie from the cookie jar."
"Not much, your highness...not much." Turles was sweating and extremely nervous. What if King Vegeta found out about his little... 'art session'? He had a strong feeling that he was not about to come out of this alive.
"You see-"
"Hello Turles. Vegeta. You're getting along, I hope?" said Bulma, as if she hadn't just taken out at least one hundred people. "Next time Turles...you should draw where I can see it. I don't think you got the letters right..."
"I agree." seethed Vegeta. "You should have carved your death wish." With that, Turles was instantly vaporized by a scorching beam from Vegeta's bloody hand. Bulma smiled, and grappled onto Vegeta suddenly. "What are you-"
"Hold me...hold me forever." she whispered, staring into his eyes with an intensity that scared Vegeta a great deal. The king held her close, frowning as his fingers brushed against the old wound. For Bulma, she was in heaven...her angel wrapped around her, and all those who weren't deemed worthy for heaven were falling into hell... falling... falling... she was falling... "Don't let me fall...please don't let me fall." Vegeta held her tighter, his eyes going wide as her skin started to pale, then turn translucent... "Vegeta..."
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"Bulma, please wake up. Bulma please. I need you in my life...I want you to be with me forever. I know what we have isn't what you'd call normal, but...I don't want to give it up. I can't bear to lose you."
Bulma opened her eyes, albeit a little groggily. There, in tears of rejoicing, stood her long-time boyfriend Krillin. "I'm up, I'm up." Krillin threw his arms around her, jabbering incoherently to his sky-haired wonder.
"I thought I might have lost you..."
"No way. Did you honestly think a little CAR accident would take me? I'm Bulma Briefs! I'm going down in style! How long was I out?"
"Five days."
"Holy crap..."
"The doctors said they didn't have a lot of hope until you started talking in your sleep."
"What did I say...wait, never mind, don't tell me what I said. I had this really long, insane dream that I don't really want to relive."
"Was I in it?"
"Yeah...you were engaged to Juuhachi."
"WHAT? Juuhachi? The raver from our old days in high school?"
"Same one."
"That's bizarre, eh?"
"I know! ChiChi was going to give birth to Goku's kid!"
"No way! That's insane! ChiChi and Goku...how would that ever work? Goku would never go for someone as bitchy as ChiChi!"
"Let's just say Goku was whipped..."
"It's not like he isn't whipped NOW." The two chuckled, it was true that Goku's current love interest was a bit of a control freak, but ChiChi would have been far worse. "So...what about you? Were you screwing around with anyone?"
"Two I actually screwed, and one offer."
"Slut."
Bulma stuck out her tongue, only to have Krillin close his mouth on hers. The two kissed passionately, Krillin making sure not to disturb any of the hospital equipment. They then parted, and Bulma pouted.
"Am not."
"Are too. So who were they?"
"I propositioned Yamucha..." Krillin fell of the bed and rolled on the floor, laughing his head off. "Shut up! It was just a dream! No way would I go for him! He's a pansy!"
"Heeheeheehee!!!"
"Fine, I won't tell you who the other two were."
"I'm sorry." Krillin made his best effort on puppy dog eyes, which ended up working rather well.
"Okay. I slept with Vegeta and this other guy that my mind must have conjured up named Zenith."
"Dream guy, huh. Wait...did you say VEGETA? The same Vegeta that just nailed the martial arts championship? The same Vegeta that said you were the most hideous thing he had ever seen in his entire life...and then you squashed an ice cream in his hair while you two were on campus?"
"Yep."
"That's twisted..."
"I know."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Krillin got off the bed to open it. Standing there was a doctor who looked about 6 years Bulma's senior, with ruddy-brown hair and warm green eyes that held a touch of sparkle to them.
"Bulma, glad to see you awake. I've been waiting for so long..."
Bulma screamed, shattering the overhanging lightbulb. The woman curled into a ball and muttered madly to herself.
"Bulma? Bulma!!" Krillin cried, trying to shake Bulma back to reality. Of course, after living your reincarnation through a dream having dreams within, and old lover can bring back the most painful of conditions. Zenith's head bowed, his white uniform fluttering from the breeze in the open window.
*He had better take care of her.* The doctor left, and Bulma looked up then, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Has he always been my doctor?"
Krillin thought for a moment. "Actually, I haven't seen him around here at all..." Bulma whimpered, and clung onto Krillin desperately. "Don't let him take me...don't let me fall...hold me forever..."
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