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"Is he alright?" Bulma asked as Chichi walked into the room.
"Oh he'll be fine." Chichi assured her. "He's been through worse."
"He has?" Bulma rested her face in her hands. She felt frustrated. What else was there going on in life that she couldn't remember.
Hands fell onto Bulma's shoulders.
"It'll come back, all of it." Chichi said full heartedly.
"Thank you." Bulma whispered with a smile.
Chichi beamed happily.
"What are friends for?" She asked.
"Friends," Bulma tossed the word through her mind for a few seconds. She liked the sound of that. It made her feel less alone.
"Anyway," Goku interrupted. "Vegeta will be in the regeneration tank for a while. We shouldn't sit around waiting and worrying. It's not healthy too."
Chichi nodded in agreement.
"Have you eaten yet, Bulma?" she asked.
Bulma shook her head slightly.
"Well I'll go make some food and we can all sit and have a meal together." Chichi looked at Goku. "Why don't you go check on Dr.Briefs?"
"Alright," Goku replied he was about to walk out of the room when Bulma stopped him.
"Can I come and see how my fathers doing?" she asked.
"Yeah; sure."
Bulma followed Goku to her father's room. The old man was lying under the covers on his bed. A bandage was taped to the side of his head; he looked mostly dead to the world. Bulma's eyes began to tear up again.
"He's doing well." Goku said as he checked the old mans pulse. "Hmmm, but he could have a concussion."
Bulma looked at Goku, raising her eyebrows. Could have? He probably did, he was slammed over the head with a bad, was this guy stupid?
"Dr.Briefs" Goku shook him slightly. The Man didn't respond.
"He's not waking up." Goku muttered.
Bulma shook her head and walked over to the bed. She sat down next to her father.
"DAD!" she screamed into his ear. The old man shot up in a flash, looking startled.
"What the!?"
"Welcome back to the living, Dr.Briefs." Goku grinned.
"Goku is that you?" The old man asked.
"Sure is, sir."
"Wow, it's been quite a while. How's Chichi?" Dr.Briefs asked.
"Uh," he blushed. "She's pregnant."
"Goku you old dog, how far along is she?"
"Two months now, I think."
"Uh, guys." Bulma interrupted. "Is this really the time for idle chit chat?"
"Bulma." Her father suddenly looked serious, he searched her face. "Are you hurt, did that insane man hurt you?"
"No dad, he didn't." Bulma assured him.
"Good." Her father said in a huffy voice. "Next time I see him I won't use the bat, I'll use the new plasma gun I've been working on."
"What plasma gun?" Goku and Bulma said in unison.
"The plasma gun in my laboratory." He said innocently.
"Dad, why are you working on a plasma gun in the laboratory?" Bulma asked.
"Because I general invent things in the Laboratory." He replied.
"Don't be a smart ass dad."
"I wanted to hurt the man responsible for hurting my little girl." He answered after a few minutes of silence.
"Dad I don't want to see you get hurt." Bulma began. "Please do not do anything foolish."
"Would I do something like that?"
"I don't remember." Bulma whispered regrettably. "But I'm not going to take the chance by assuming you wouldn't."
"Now I'm counting on you not to do anything rash." Bulma said firmly.
"He already did something rash," Goku interjected. "He made a plasma gun."
"Okay, I'm counting on you not to do any more rash things." Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Got it?"
"Got it, check, no more rash workings." He said. "I'll just work with the one I've already began."
"Dad!" Bulma said warningly.
"Bulma."
Her father was reminding her of a child trying to get his way.
"You know dad, I think I'm going to confiscate your weapon till this is all over."
"No don't do that."
"Too bad." Bulma said. "Where is it?"
"Locked away in the far left cabinet, the codes 5565." He said voluntarily.
Bulma left the room.
"Why'd you give her the information if you didn't want her to take the gun?" Goku asked looking utterly confused.
"There's one thing you should never do Goku my son, and that's back talk with a woman, especially one in Bulma's position." He paused and smiled amusedly. "Plus, I wanted her to have the gun, it was made for her protection, and I knew she wouldn't have taken it if I had just gun and offered it too her."
"Ohhhh." Goku said. "I still don't get it."
"Never mind."
To be continued.
Authors note:
I needed to update, so I made a kind of interlude like chapter, where everything was just for a little humor, plus I really didn't know what to write. Please review and very sorry for not updating in a very long time.
Ruby: A person from the show, Goku huh, well that would have been a twist.
Princess Geta: Don't worry; I get hyper every now and then. Just not today, unfortunately. Yeah someone guessed it, I just don't remember who, I'll let you guys know next chapter. As for whom the bad dude is..I can't tell you, not yet.
JoeyWheelersgirl: Stellar? Wow, can't remember when the last time I heard that. Glad you like the story.
Rose101: hmmm, I wonder, maybe I should make it a little more upbeat. Goodie, thanks you, u just gave me an idea.
Draegon_fire: so will a lot of ppl, Cuz then they'll know who the hell he was. I guess its Cuz I'm tired of reading stories with unhappy endings, I have to have one.
"Is he alright?" Bulma asked as Chichi walked into the room.
"Oh he'll be fine." Chichi assured her. "He's been through worse."
"He has?" Bulma rested her face in her hands. She felt frustrated. What else was there going on in life that she couldn't remember.
Hands fell onto Bulma's shoulders.
"It'll come back, all of it." Chichi said full heartedly.
"Thank you." Bulma whispered with a smile.
Chichi beamed happily.
"What are friends for?" She asked.
"Friends," Bulma tossed the word through her mind for a few seconds. She liked the sound of that. It made her feel less alone.
"Anyway," Goku interrupted. "Vegeta will be in the regeneration tank for a while. We shouldn't sit around waiting and worrying. It's not healthy too."
Chichi nodded in agreement.
"Have you eaten yet, Bulma?" she asked.
Bulma shook her head slightly.
"Well I'll go make some food and we can all sit and have a meal together." Chichi looked at Goku. "Why don't you go check on Dr.Briefs?"
"Alright," Goku replied he was about to walk out of the room when Bulma stopped him.
"Can I come and see how my fathers doing?" she asked.
"Yeah; sure."
Bulma followed Goku to her father's room. The old man was lying under the covers on his bed. A bandage was taped to the side of his head; he looked mostly dead to the world. Bulma's eyes began to tear up again.
"He's doing well." Goku said as he checked the old mans pulse. "Hmmm, but he could have a concussion."
Bulma looked at Goku, raising her eyebrows. Could have? He probably did, he was slammed over the head with a bad, was this guy stupid?
"Dr.Briefs" Goku shook him slightly. The Man didn't respond.
"He's not waking up." Goku muttered.
Bulma shook her head and walked over to the bed. She sat down next to her father.
"DAD!" she screamed into his ear. The old man shot up in a flash, looking startled.
"What the!?"
"Welcome back to the living, Dr.Briefs." Goku grinned.
"Goku is that you?" The old man asked.
"Sure is, sir."
"Wow, it's been quite a while. How's Chichi?" Dr.Briefs asked.
"Uh," he blushed. "She's pregnant."
"Goku you old dog, how far along is she?"
"Two months now, I think."
"Uh, guys." Bulma interrupted. "Is this really the time for idle chit chat?"
"Bulma." Her father suddenly looked serious, he searched her face. "Are you hurt, did that insane man hurt you?"
"No dad, he didn't." Bulma assured him.
"Good." Her father said in a huffy voice. "Next time I see him I won't use the bat, I'll use the new plasma gun I've been working on."
"What plasma gun?" Goku and Bulma said in unison.
"The plasma gun in my laboratory." He said innocently.
"Dad, why are you working on a plasma gun in the laboratory?" Bulma asked.
"Because I general invent things in the Laboratory." He replied.
"Don't be a smart ass dad."
"I wanted to hurt the man responsible for hurting my little girl." He answered after a few minutes of silence.
"Dad I don't want to see you get hurt." Bulma began. "Please do not do anything foolish."
"Would I do something like that?"
"I don't remember." Bulma whispered regrettably. "But I'm not going to take the chance by assuming you wouldn't."
"Now I'm counting on you not to do anything rash." Bulma said firmly.
"He already did something rash," Goku interjected. "He made a plasma gun."
"Okay, I'm counting on you not to do any more rash things." Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Got it?"
"Got it, check, no more rash workings." He said. "I'll just work with the one I've already began."
"Dad!" Bulma said warningly.
"Bulma."
Her father was reminding her of a child trying to get his way.
"You know dad, I think I'm going to confiscate your weapon till this is all over."
"No don't do that."
"Too bad." Bulma said. "Where is it?"
"Locked away in the far left cabinet, the codes 5565." He said voluntarily.
Bulma left the room.
"Why'd you give her the information if you didn't want her to take the gun?" Goku asked looking utterly confused.
"There's one thing you should never do Goku my son, and that's back talk with a woman, especially one in Bulma's position." He paused and smiled amusedly. "Plus, I wanted her to have the gun, it was made for her protection, and I knew she wouldn't have taken it if I had just gun and offered it too her."
"Ohhhh." Goku said. "I still don't get it."
"Never mind."
To be continued.
Authors note:
I needed to update, so I made a kind of interlude like chapter, where everything was just for a little humor, plus I really didn't know what to write. Please review and very sorry for not updating in a very long time.
Ruby: A person from the show, Goku huh, well that would have been a twist.
Princess Geta: Don't worry; I get hyper every now and then. Just not today, unfortunately. Yeah someone guessed it, I just don't remember who, I'll let you guys know next chapter. As for whom the bad dude is..I can't tell you, not yet.
JoeyWheelersgirl: Stellar? Wow, can't remember when the last time I heard that. Glad you like the story.
Rose101: hmmm, I wonder, maybe I should make it a little more upbeat. Goodie, thanks you, u just gave me an idea.
Draegon_fire: so will a lot of ppl, Cuz then they'll know who the hell he was. I guess its Cuz I'm tired of reading stories with unhappy endings, I have to have one.