We are now into double figures at last. And the question we
are all asking our selves, what will happen?
I've just finished watching 3x3 eyes, it's...interesting.
Ah... I feel like an idiot, the reason my last chapter didn't make any sense was because I uploaded the wrong chapter. Instead of chapter 9 of "Immortal" I uploaded chapter 4 of "One Month of Hell" another chapter in my document manager. (It was eight in the morning, my brain doesn't switch on till ten) Anyway I have now fixed the problem and chapter nine is chapter 9. (Or it should be)
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"What do you mean you need one more day!" spat Freeza over his intercom.
"Sir he's a hard person to find one more day should do it," Bra's voice echoed in his ears.
"I'm growing short on patience girl!"
"Sir you have all eternity, and I have a pretty good idea where he is I only need one day to track him down."
Freeza gritted his teeth. "Very well you have your one more day, but if you take any longer I'm sending someone out after you!"
"Thank you sir you won't be disappointed."
Freeza switched his intercom off. He clenched his fist. The girl was really pushing him slowly to the edge, there was only so long he would wait. If she wasn't so much of a valid fighter he'd have her killed this very second.
He looked to a servant standing next to the door. "You bring me Bulma!" he commanded.
The servant bowed. "Sir I believe she has gone out."
"What!"
"Yes sir we checked on her this morning and she's gone."
Freeza growled. Could it be possible that she had regained her memory. He shook his head, it couldn't happen, he'd been told it would have been impossible for her to ever remember.
* * *
Bulma sifted through Capsule corps records, so much had changed in sixteen years. She looked at the name on the desk, Trunks Briefs. He really was a good kid, even though he was really still a teenager he had managed the company by himself.
Bulma sighed. She should have been here, she should have watched him grow up. The poor kid had gone through more hell then she ever had in the hands of Freeza.
Freeza, because of such a person not only her but millions of life forms and planets had suffered. She preyed that Trunks and Bra could put him in his place.
The light on the intercom on Trunks desk flickered. "Mr Briefs you have a visitor, should I send him in?"
Bulma leaned over the desk and pressed the talk button. "Send em in."
The door opened and a man in his twenties with black hair walked in and froze. "Bulma?"
Bulma took a closer look at the man, he seemed familiar, yet as the same time unfamiliar. "Do I know you, you remind me of someone?" she tried to remember where she had seen him before.
"It's me Gohan... you are Bulma aren't you?"
"Oh my god Gohan, you've changed so much," she rushed up and hugged him.
"Bulma I can't believe it's you, we all though you were dead!"
"Yeah well. here I am alive as ever," she walked back over to the desk and continued sifting through the records in the desk draws.
"Bulma I'm sorry about Vegeta, I knew how much you loved him," he tried to sound as sympathetic as possible.
"It's okay Gohan, by the way what have you been up to," she quickly changed the subject.
"I got married."
Bulma looked up from the file she was browsing. "Congratulations."
"And I have a daughter."
Bulma sighed. She had missed out on everything, it was if every thing happened in a flash in the time she was gone.
"Gohan the father, the last time I saw you were only a little kid yourself."
There was silence for a minute.
"If you don't mind me asking," Gohan paused. "What happened in the time you were away?"
Bulma sat down on the desk. "One word.. hell. As soon as I was taken away I had my memory erased so I could remember anything for sixteen years. I've only just started to remember." She paused for a second. "After I was taken away, mine and Vegeta's daughter was born, I named her Bra. She and Trunks don't get along too well at the moment. their a bit competitive."
"Interesting Trunks with a sibling," commented Gohan. "How long before they kill each other?"
Bulma sighed. "Not too long, I'm afraid their both a bit too much like Vegeta."
"I'm not surprised."
~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*
Bulma could fell tears running down her face, she didn't try to hold them back. She looked to Chi-chi, her eyes were red and puffy from the crying that wouldn't stop.
Gohan was standing next to his mother, the poor boy didn't look any better. It was hard for him to lose is father again, and forever. The poor little kid had watched his father die at the hands of Freeza, no child deserved that sort of pain.
"Son Goku was a beloved husband and father," the reverends voice echoed through her head, she paid no attention and blocked it out completely. The only thing going through her head was Goku's dead, Goku's dead, Goku's dead.
She sobbed. It was still hard to believe that the little monkey tailed boy she had known so well was dead and gone.
To add to that Piccolo was no longer of the living, It hurt the most to know that all of her friends that had died could never be wished back.
Krillin, the once friend that had survived wasn't doing so well. From what she could tell he was ever so slowly falling into depression. She could tell by looking at him, her once comical friend had no more jokes to tell.
Bulma wiped a tear from her eye. This wasn't the first funeral, she had already attended Yamcha's. There she had cried as much as she had here, but for some reason she had only cried for him as a friend not as her lover. It was if deep down she didn't care that he was dead.
"It brings us all sorrow to have a once valued friend move on," the reverends voice brought her back into reality. She had been lost in thought a lot lately.
"We all know that Son Goku's death was unexpected," his words sent a shiver down her spine. Freeza, the one who had killed Goku without mercy was still at large. She could see Vegeta clench his fist.
It had taken a lot of convincing to get Vegeta to come along he wasn't an easy person to persuade. In the end she threatened to never fix the gravity chamber again, that got him to come. Bulma could see Chi-chi sending death glares at him from across the room, but it didn't seem to worry Vegeta, nothing seemed to worry Vegeta.
Bulma could feel another onslaught of tears, she leaned on Vegeta for support. He didn't put his arm around her, yet he didn't push her away either. Chi-chi shot an even stronger death glare, even at a funeral she was still as scary as ever.
The ceremony seemed to go on forever. The whole time Vegeta didn't show the slightest bit of emotion, he didn't give a damn that Goku was dead.
Finally the reverend said his last words and everyone paid there last resects. Bulma found it too upsetting to come even three feet near the coffin. His body wasn't even in there, it had been destroyed along with planet Namek.
She walked outside to see Vegeta leaning against a wall, Bulma approached him, there was one question she had to know the answer of.
"Vegeta do you care that Goku's dead?" she still had tears running down her face.
"I care that I didn't have the pleasure of ending his pathetic life myself," he still showed no emotion.
"That's a horrible thing to say at his funeral."
"You asked."
Bulma wiped her face with her sleave. "Do you care about anything or anyone?"
Vegeta reached out and ran his finger tips along her jaw. Bulma's breath became caught in her throat.
"No," he pulled back his hand and walked away.
~*~*~*~ End Flashback~*~*~*~*
Bulma sighed as she looked at another record. Vegeta had never once told her he cared about her. She always knew that he did, yet she had longed to hear him say it. She could feel a tear running down her face, now it was too late.
* * *
Bra looked at her brother across the gravity room. He was determined to train her.
"I'm going to raise the gravity to four hundred, can you deal with that?" he asked.
"How weak do I look?"
"If you say so." He pressed the button, the gravity immediately changed. Bra stumbled, she wasn't used to this sort of gravity. She quickly regained her posture, she wasn't going to look weak in front of her brother. He didn't look the slightest bit affected by the gravity change.
"Just to let you know I'm not going to go easy on you," he smirked.
"Good because I don't want you to."
Bra watched as Trunks powered up to Super Saiyan, she did the same. She hated to admit it but her brother was way stronger than her.
"Ready," he asked.
"Bring it on."
* * *
Freeza sat and tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair. He'd been thinking, there was defiantly something fishy about the way Bra had requested another day and the fact Bulma was gone. Maybe it was the fact he could trust no one and that he had always been paranoid, but something didn't seem right. It was nagging him in the back of his mind.
Freeza called forth one of his soldiers, like always there was one waiting in the room. They came and bowed before him.
"You," Freeza commanded. "Track down Bra and tell me what she's been up too."
The soldier nodded. "Yes sir I live to serve."
"And you serve to live," added Freeza.
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I've come to notice that in my authors notes I rave on about a load of stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with my story, And I will probably continue to do so.
*Sigh*..Yet again another short chapter. But it was the best place to end it.
What did you think of my wonderful flash back scene? I slaved over it for hours, neglecting the world around me, risked life and limb to get to the computer. (In other words I wrote it in ten minutes) (I can be a very sarcastic person, read my bio)
I brought an Inu-Yasha graphic novel, it cost me $45 AUD ( That's not cheap ) My brother saw a picture of Inu-Yasha and asked "Who's that girl?" So then I went up to one of my friends and showed her a picture of him and asked if he looked like a girl. Her reply was "That's a boy!...." INU-YASHA DOSE NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Till Next Time
Missq
I've just finished watching 3x3 eyes, it's...interesting.
Ah... I feel like an idiot, the reason my last chapter didn't make any sense was because I uploaded the wrong chapter. Instead of chapter 9 of "Immortal" I uploaded chapter 4 of "One Month of Hell" another chapter in my document manager. (It was eight in the morning, my brain doesn't switch on till ten) Anyway I have now fixed the problem and chapter nine is chapter 9. (Or it should be)
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"What do you mean you need one more day!" spat Freeza over his intercom.
"Sir he's a hard person to find one more day should do it," Bra's voice echoed in his ears.
"I'm growing short on patience girl!"
"Sir you have all eternity, and I have a pretty good idea where he is I only need one day to track him down."
Freeza gritted his teeth. "Very well you have your one more day, but if you take any longer I'm sending someone out after you!"
"Thank you sir you won't be disappointed."
Freeza switched his intercom off. He clenched his fist. The girl was really pushing him slowly to the edge, there was only so long he would wait. If she wasn't so much of a valid fighter he'd have her killed this very second.
He looked to a servant standing next to the door. "You bring me Bulma!" he commanded.
The servant bowed. "Sir I believe she has gone out."
"What!"
"Yes sir we checked on her this morning and she's gone."
Freeza growled. Could it be possible that she had regained her memory. He shook his head, it couldn't happen, he'd been told it would have been impossible for her to ever remember.
* * *
Bulma sifted through Capsule corps records, so much had changed in sixteen years. She looked at the name on the desk, Trunks Briefs. He really was a good kid, even though he was really still a teenager he had managed the company by himself.
Bulma sighed. She should have been here, she should have watched him grow up. The poor kid had gone through more hell then she ever had in the hands of Freeza.
Freeza, because of such a person not only her but millions of life forms and planets had suffered. She preyed that Trunks and Bra could put him in his place.
The light on the intercom on Trunks desk flickered. "Mr Briefs you have a visitor, should I send him in?"
Bulma leaned over the desk and pressed the talk button. "Send em in."
The door opened and a man in his twenties with black hair walked in and froze. "Bulma?"
Bulma took a closer look at the man, he seemed familiar, yet as the same time unfamiliar. "Do I know you, you remind me of someone?" she tried to remember where she had seen him before.
"It's me Gohan... you are Bulma aren't you?"
"Oh my god Gohan, you've changed so much," she rushed up and hugged him.
"Bulma I can't believe it's you, we all though you were dead!"
"Yeah well. here I am alive as ever," she walked back over to the desk and continued sifting through the records in the desk draws.
"Bulma I'm sorry about Vegeta, I knew how much you loved him," he tried to sound as sympathetic as possible.
"It's okay Gohan, by the way what have you been up to," she quickly changed the subject.
"I got married."
Bulma looked up from the file she was browsing. "Congratulations."
"And I have a daughter."
Bulma sighed. She had missed out on everything, it was if every thing happened in a flash in the time she was gone.
"Gohan the father, the last time I saw you were only a little kid yourself."
There was silence for a minute.
"If you don't mind me asking," Gohan paused. "What happened in the time you were away?"
Bulma sat down on the desk. "One word.. hell. As soon as I was taken away I had my memory erased so I could remember anything for sixteen years. I've only just started to remember." She paused for a second. "After I was taken away, mine and Vegeta's daughter was born, I named her Bra. She and Trunks don't get along too well at the moment. their a bit competitive."
"Interesting Trunks with a sibling," commented Gohan. "How long before they kill each other?"
Bulma sighed. "Not too long, I'm afraid their both a bit too much like Vegeta."
"I'm not surprised."
~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*
Bulma could fell tears running down her face, she didn't try to hold them back. She looked to Chi-chi, her eyes were red and puffy from the crying that wouldn't stop.
Gohan was standing next to his mother, the poor boy didn't look any better. It was hard for him to lose is father again, and forever. The poor little kid had watched his father die at the hands of Freeza, no child deserved that sort of pain.
"Son Goku was a beloved husband and father," the reverends voice echoed through her head, she paid no attention and blocked it out completely. The only thing going through her head was Goku's dead, Goku's dead, Goku's dead.
She sobbed. It was still hard to believe that the little monkey tailed boy she had known so well was dead and gone.
To add to that Piccolo was no longer of the living, It hurt the most to know that all of her friends that had died could never be wished back.
Krillin, the once friend that had survived wasn't doing so well. From what she could tell he was ever so slowly falling into depression. She could tell by looking at him, her once comical friend had no more jokes to tell.
Bulma wiped a tear from her eye. This wasn't the first funeral, she had already attended Yamcha's. There she had cried as much as she had here, but for some reason she had only cried for him as a friend not as her lover. It was if deep down she didn't care that he was dead.
"It brings us all sorrow to have a once valued friend move on," the reverends voice brought her back into reality. She had been lost in thought a lot lately.
"We all know that Son Goku's death was unexpected," his words sent a shiver down her spine. Freeza, the one who had killed Goku without mercy was still at large. She could see Vegeta clench his fist.
It had taken a lot of convincing to get Vegeta to come along he wasn't an easy person to persuade. In the end she threatened to never fix the gravity chamber again, that got him to come. Bulma could see Chi-chi sending death glares at him from across the room, but it didn't seem to worry Vegeta, nothing seemed to worry Vegeta.
Bulma could feel another onslaught of tears, she leaned on Vegeta for support. He didn't put his arm around her, yet he didn't push her away either. Chi-chi shot an even stronger death glare, even at a funeral she was still as scary as ever.
The ceremony seemed to go on forever. The whole time Vegeta didn't show the slightest bit of emotion, he didn't give a damn that Goku was dead.
Finally the reverend said his last words and everyone paid there last resects. Bulma found it too upsetting to come even three feet near the coffin. His body wasn't even in there, it had been destroyed along with planet Namek.
She walked outside to see Vegeta leaning against a wall, Bulma approached him, there was one question she had to know the answer of.
"Vegeta do you care that Goku's dead?" she still had tears running down her face.
"I care that I didn't have the pleasure of ending his pathetic life myself," he still showed no emotion.
"That's a horrible thing to say at his funeral."
"You asked."
Bulma wiped her face with her sleave. "Do you care about anything or anyone?"
Vegeta reached out and ran his finger tips along her jaw. Bulma's breath became caught in her throat.
"No," he pulled back his hand and walked away.
~*~*~*~ End Flashback~*~*~*~*
Bulma sighed as she looked at another record. Vegeta had never once told her he cared about her. She always knew that he did, yet she had longed to hear him say it. She could feel a tear running down her face, now it was too late.
* * *
Bra looked at her brother across the gravity room. He was determined to train her.
"I'm going to raise the gravity to four hundred, can you deal with that?" he asked.
"How weak do I look?"
"If you say so." He pressed the button, the gravity immediately changed. Bra stumbled, she wasn't used to this sort of gravity. She quickly regained her posture, she wasn't going to look weak in front of her brother. He didn't look the slightest bit affected by the gravity change.
"Just to let you know I'm not going to go easy on you," he smirked.
"Good because I don't want you to."
Bra watched as Trunks powered up to Super Saiyan, she did the same. She hated to admit it but her brother was way stronger than her.
"Ready," he asked.
"Bring it on."
* * *
Freeza sat and tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair. He'd been thinking, there was defiantly something fishy about the way Bra had requested another day and the fact Bulma was gone. Maybe it was the fact he could trust no one and that he had always been paranoid, but something didn't seem right. It was nagging him in the back of his mind.
Freeza called forth one of his soldiers, like always there was one waiting in the room. They came and bowed before him.
"You," Freeza commanded. "Track down Bra and tell me what she's been up too."
The soldier nodded. "Yes sir I live to serve."
"And you serve to live," added Freeza.
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I've come to notice that in my authors notes I rave on about a load of stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with my story, And I will probably continue to do so.
*Sigh*..Yet again another short chapter. But it was the best place to end it.
What did you think of my wonderful flash back scene? I slaved over it for hours, neglecting the world around me, risked life and limb to get to the computer. (In other words I wrote it in ten minutes) (I can be a very sarcastic person, read my bio)
I brought an Inu-Yasha graphic novel, it cost me $45 AUD ( That's not cheap ) My brother saw a picture of Inu-Yasha and asked "Who's that girl?" So then I went up to one of my friends and showed her a picture of him and asked if he looked like a girl. Her reply was "That's a boy!...." INU-YASHA DOSE NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Till Next Time
Missq