*looks around nervously* it's 11pm… my baby brother is awake- and
somewhere… *starts to sweat* he could be anywhere! I could be- be SITTING
on him! *jumps out of chair* *looks puzzled* I never knew my family looked
like DBZ pogs… *scratches head in confusion*
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We Forgot About Bulma!
-o-o-o-o-o-
Try, try, try and live
-o-o-o-o-o-
Goku was roused a less then soft landing on a familiar couch. Confused, he opened his eyes to see familiar wooden walls, those of his living room. A familiar desk, loaded with books to the near breaking point, and a chair, a plant, a lamp… a floor. All of which he had not seen for over two years.
The saiyan sat up, cracking his neck and looking around. He was home- it felt strange, almost foreboding in a sense. It hadn't changed, at all, and that seemed to unsettle him.
He started when he heard a low sigh from the kitchen.
"I knew this day would come… Vegeta he's been gone for two years- what am I meant to have done? I mean- it's not as if I expected this all to happen- why couldn't he just-?"
"Shh, it's okay ChiChi" A gruff voice replied "It's alright. We'll continue it as we started it, and break it to him slowly…" Vegeta stated, holding the woman in a reassuring embrace.
"Break what- to me?" Goku asked, now standing in the doorway of the kitchen. ChiChi turned towards him with wide eyes, whereas Vegeta remained where he was, hands firmly yet softly on ChiChi's shoulders and the only acknowledgement given to the other man was a turn of his head.
"What do you want, Kakarotto?" The prince scowled, his features coming in from relaxed to the one Goku was more used to seeing on his face.
"I wanted to know- what you two have to tell me…" Goku nodded towards him. He felt, betrayed by the scene before him, but not overly so. He already knew it would be over before he even returned to earth. He had kept track of everyone's kis, more specifically, Bulma's.
"Oh Goku! I'm sorry!" ChiChi whimpered before burying her face in her hands and sobbing heavily. Goku reached out a hand and took a step forward, trying to comfort her, before Vegeta stepped in his way with a look of distaste. Soothing words flowed off of his tongue with ease as he hugged the raven haired woman close to his chest, slowing her sobbing to just the faintest sniffs. Goku stood back and watched. He had never had such close affections with ChiChi- and it was easy to see what had happened while he was off with his rage on Yardrat and beyond. It was as plain as day.
"I understand…" Goku nodded, out of the blue and shocking the two fresh lovers. Vegeta sent him a weary glance, and ChiChi went into another round of sniffs and sobs of 'I'm sorry Goku!' and 'I'm so sorry'
Goku sighed "There's nothing to be sorry about, Chi'… I can see you two care for each other, and this isn't the first I've seen of it. I watched you all from space, by your life-forces. I felt yours and Vegeta's souls entwine, and I knew it was coming, long before. I know I wasn't a good husband, and I was never there for you- but I can say now that I am happy for you- and- well… I wish you good luck for the future- you, AND Vegeta"
ChiChi sniffed, in response, uncovering her puffy red eyes and nodding. Putting on her bravest smile.
"I'll leave in a few hours- but- um- do ya' think I could have one last meal before I go? I haven't had good old' earth food in a LOOOOOOOOONG time!" Goku laughed, putting his hand behind his head in a classical son gesture and grinning, putting and end to all the tension in the room.
ChiChi smiled, never moving from the prince's embrace. "Okay, Goku…"
-o-o-o-o-o-
"Mother!" Trunks yelled, running down the stairs into the Capsule Corps. Basement. He narrowly avoided a hover-bot before coming to a stop before his mother.
"Mother! I just got back from the past-"
"Ah! How nice to see you Trunks" Bulma stepped away from her latest project, something resembling a microwave, and turned to her son. She looked him up and down, seeing he was in good health before a soft smile crossed her still un-flawed features. "How did your trip to the past go?"
"It went OK, I guess mom. But things were kind of off." Trunks sighed, rubbing his temples from all of the mental strain. He had been trying to figure it out the entire trip back, but could not succeed.
"Off? What do you mean, Trunks?" Bulma asked, pulling a chair from a nearby desk and passing it to her son, who sat on it. She then pulled one over for herself to sit on. She looked at her son with interest.
"You know the shirt you said dad would be wearing- well- he wasn't wearing it…"
"That's strange… but not too bad" Bulma looked up confused "I gave that to your father when he first arrived on earth- he wore it almost as much as his training suit… though he swore he hated it"
"Yeah, but that wasn't the only problem, him and you- mom weren't anywhere near each other. You seemed more concerned with Goku- and especially when Goku passed out!"
"Of course I was concerned over Goku! He just got back!" Bulma scolded, waving a finger about in the air. "So- he fainted, huh? What did you tell him?"
"What you told me to- I told him about the androids, seemed fine- pretty excited too. Then we fought- he was unbelievably powerful! He even had another level of super-saiyan! Then I told him about you and dad, and well- he turned white as a ghost and passed out!"
Bulma laughed "He didn't take it to well in this time either, ended up walking smack into a wall while I told him…" Bulma smiled at the memory "- though, I never heard of this other level of super-saiyan, surely he would have told someone about it, and used it to defeat the androids…" Bulma mused, hand raised to her chin in a classic gesture.
"He did reach another level! It was amazing, he showed me- it felt like being pushed by seven androids!" Trunks boasted, raising from his seat and knocking his chair over.
"Several androids? Trunks- he never reached such power level in this timeline--- you were right, something is amiss… but maybe it can help us- would you like to go back, and train with him?" Bulma asked, looking at her standing son, whose eyes widened.
"-Wouldn't that change the past more? I know it would be useful to learn to constantly hold super saiyan form- and reach the next level but- it has too many risks!"
Bulma shook her head "As long as you only hang around with Goku, and leave me and your farther alone at Capsule Corps- everything will be alright…" Bulma said, standing.
Trunks sighed as he watched his mother head to the door. Yes- he wanted to go back, but the risks…
Bulma stopped dead in her tracks.
"Hold super saiyan form? What do you mean?"
Trunk looked at her with confusion. "When he landed, he was in super saiyan form, and he even kept it when he passed out."
Bulma shook her head again. "I didn't know anything about it, Trunks, but let the past flow- it will flow the way it was meant to, there is no law for time." She left the room.
Trunks sat again. What did his mother mean? It would all work out, the way it was meant to be- or wouldn't it? The past's future would already eliminate the androids, so it would be different- but then how could that be the way it was meant to be? - Trunks groaned and rubbed his head sorely. The best he could do was try not to think about it.
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…. I think you've caught on by now, I'm not too good at long chapters… my legs start to ache…
I think I'm a pretty slow typer, that took me an hour- ok, well, I don't write them before-hand and I do have to day-dream all the actions and stuff up… *sweatdrops* Ah, at-least I have a good plug!
CURSE MY FATHER! He switched the power off most of today- and I couldn't get on ff.net yesterday, so I'm 2 days behind! You are SO lucky thought of you guys, otherwise this chapter wouldn't be here yet!
Selfish plug: I put this CYUUTE widdle GoB doujinshi on my website! I think y'all like it!
Today, ladies and gentlemen, I will mainly be recommending-
Loveletter by SapphireAngelOfNight
Bulma Briefs recieves disturbing loveletters. Who writes them? Are they really who they claim to be? A story told in letters, notes, diary entries and telephone calls.***UPDATED! CHAPTER 10 JUST OUT!***
NC-17 - Suspense/Romance
God that fic scared me… Goku gets progressively more obsessed every chapter -NOT- for the faint of hearted -she should switch it to the horror genre, it scares the hell out of me!
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We Forgot About Bulma!
-o-o-o-o-o-
Try, try, try and live
-o-o-o-o-o-
Goku was roused a less then soft landing on a familiar couch. Confused, he opened his eyes to see familiar wooden walls, those of his living room. A familiar desk, loaded with books to the near breaking point, and a chair, a plant, a lamp… a floor. All of which he had not seen for over two years.
The saiyan sat up, cracking his neck and looking around. He was home- it felt strange, almost foreboding in a sense. It hadn't changed, at all, and that seemed to unsettle him.
He started when he heard a low sigh from the kitchen.
"I knew this day would come… Vegeta he's been gone for two years- what am I meant to have done? I mean- it's not as if I expected this all to happen- why couldn't he just-?"
"Shh, it's okay ChiChi" A gruff voice replied "It's alright. We'll continue it as we started it, and break it to him slowly…" Vegeta stated, holding the woman in a reassuring embrace.
"Break what- to me?" Goku asked, now standing in the doorway of the kitchen. ChiChi turned towards him with wide eyes, whereas Vegeta remained where he was, hands firmly yet softly on ChiChi's shoulders and the only acknowledgement given to the other man was a turn of his head.
"What do you want, Kakarotto?" The prince scowled, his features coming in from relaxed to the one Goku was more used to seeing on his face.
"I wanted to know- what you two have to tell me…" Goku nodded towards him. He felt, betrayed by the scene before him, but not overly so. He already knew it would be over before he even returned to earth. He had kept track of everyone's kis, more specifically, Bulma's.
"Oh Goku! I'm sorry!" ChiChi whimpered before burying her face in her hands and sobbing heavily. Goku reached out a hand and took a step forward, trying to comfort her, before Vegeta stepped in his way with a look of distaste. Soothing words flowed off of his tongue with ease as he hugged the raven haired woman close to his chest, slowing her sobbing to just the faintest sniffs. Goku stood back and watched. He had never had such close affections with ChiChi- and it was easy to see what had happened while he was off with his rage on Yardrat and beyond. It was as plain as day.
"I understand…" Goku nodded, out of the blue and shocking the two fresh lovers. Vegeta sent him a weary glance, and ChiChi went into another round of sniffs and sobs of 'I'm sorry Goku!' and 'I'm so sorry'
Goku sighed "There's nothing to be sorry about, Chi'… I can see you two care for each other, and this isn't the first I've seen of it. I watched you all from space, by your life-forces. I felt yours and Vegeta's souls entwine, and I knew it was coming, long before. I know I wasn't a good husband, and I was never there for you- but I can say now that I am happy for you- and- well… I wish you good luck for the future- you, AND Vegeta"
ChiChi sniffed, in response, uncovering her puffy red eyes and nodding. Putting on her bravest smile.
"I'll leave in a few hours- but- um- do ya' think I could have one last meal before I go? I haven't had good old' earth food in a LOOOOOOOOONG time!" Goku laughed, putting his hand behind his head in a classical son gesture and grinning, putting and end to all the tension in the room.
ChiChi smiled, never moving from the prince's embrace. "Okay, Goku…"
-o-o-o-o-o-
"Mother!" Trunks yelled, running down the stairs into the Capsule Corps. Basement. He narrowly avoided a hover-bot before coming to a stop before his mother.
"Mother! I just got back from the past-"
"Ah! How nice to see you Trunks" Bulma stepped away from her latest project, something resembling a microwave, and turned to her son. She looked him up and down, seeing he was in good health before a soft smile crossed her still un-flawed features. "How did your trip to the past go?"
"It went OK, I guess mom. But things were kind of off." Trunks sighed, rubbing his temples from all of the mental strain. He had been trying to figure it out the entire trip back, but could not succeed.
"Off? What do you mean, Trunks?" Bulma asked, pulling a chair from a nearby desk and passing it to her son, who sat on it. She then pulled one over for herself to sit on. She looked at her son with interest.
"You know the shirt you said dad would be wearing- well- he wasn't wearing it…"
"That's strange… but not too bad" Bulma looked up confused "I gave that to your father when he first arrived on earth- he wore it almost as much as his training suit… though he swore he hated it"
"Yeah, but that wasn't the only problem, him and you- mom weren't anywhere near each other. You seemed more concerned with Goku- and especially when Goku passed out!"
"Of course I was concerned over Goku! He just got back!" Bulma scolded, waving a finger about in the air. "So- he fainted, huh? What did you tell him?"
"What you told me to- I told him about the androids, seemed fine- pretty excited too. Then we fought- he was unbelievably powerful! He even had another level of super-saiyan! Then I told him about you and dad, and well- he turned white as a ghost and passed out!"
Bulma laughed "He didn't take it to well in this time either, ended up walking smack into a wall while I told him…" Bulma smiled at the memory "- though, I never heard of this other level of super-saiyan, surely he would have told someone about it, and used it to defeat the androids…" Bulma mused, hand raised to her chin in a classic gesture.
"He did reach another level! It was amazing, he showed me- it felt like being pushed by seven androids!" Trunks boasted, raising from his seat and knocking his chair over.
"Several androids? Trunks- he never reached such power level in this timeline--- you were right, something is amiss… but maybe it can help us- would you like to go back, and train with him?" Bulma asked, looking at her standing son, whose eyes widened.
"-Wouldn't that change the past more? I know it would be useful to learn to constantly hold super saiyan form- and reach the next level but- it has too many risks!"
Bulma shook her head "As long as you only hang around with Goku, and leave me and your farther alone at Capsule Corps- everything will be alright…" Bulma said, standing.
Trunks sighed as he watched his mother head to the door. Yes- he wanted to go back, but the risks…
Bulma stopped dead in her tracks.
"Hold super saiyan form? What do you mean?"
Trunk looked at her with confusion. "When he landed, he was in super saiyan form, and he even kept it when he passed out."
Bulma shook her head again. "I didn't know anything about it, Trunks, but let the past flow- it will flow the way it was meant to, there is no law for time." She left the room.
Trunks sat again. What did his mother mean? It would all work out, the way it was meant to be- or wouldn't it? The past's future would already eliminate the androids, so it would be different- but then how could that be the way it was meant to be? - Trunks groaned and rubbed his head sorely. The best he could do was try not to think about it.
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…. I think you've caught on by now, I'm not too good at long chapters… my legs start to ache…
I think I'm a pretty slow typer, that took me an hour- ok, well, I don't write them before-hand and I do have to day-dream all the actions and stuff up… *sweatdrops* Ah, at-least I have a good plug!
CURSE MY FATHER! He switched the power off most of today- and I couldn't get on ff.net yesterday, so I'm 2 days behind! You are SO lucky thought of you guys, otherwise this chapter wouldn't be here yet!
Selfish plug: I put this CYUUTE widdle GoB doujinshi on my website! I think y'all like it!
Today, ladies and gentlemen, I will mainly be recommending-
Loveletter by SapphireAngelOfNight
Bulma Briefs recieves disturbing loveletters. Who writes them? Are they really who they claim to be? A story told in letters, notes, diary entries and telephone calls.***UPDATED! CHAPTER 10 JUST OUT!***
NC-17 - Suspense/Romance
God that fic scared me… Goku gets progressively more obsessed every chapter -NOT- for the faint of hearted -she should switch it to the horror genre, it scares the hell out of me!
