Dragon Ball Z isn't mine. Some of the characters here are, though. If you
don't know who Kari is, go read my other fic, "The Lady Kari." Thank you.
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Things Best Forgotten Part 1 by NansJns
Running from the future, Running from the past Running from the mirror How long can you last?
"Still Alive" by Leslie Fish
Ch.1: An Old Friend
He held the old picture carefully, studying the faces that beamed from it. His own face, many years younger, and the face of a little girl with deep blue eyes and light blue hair. It had been such a long time since they'd seen each other last, and he hoped to find her again. He knew where to look, more or less. He wondered if he'd be able to recognize her after all of this time.
It was summer, and the sun beat down on the world below as if its deepest wish was to see it cook. Bulma left the downtown office building that had held the meeting she'd been attending and sighed. She wiped some sweat off her forehead and walked down the street to where she'd parked her car. She couldn't wait to go home and work on her newest inventions. She wondered idly what Vegeta was doing at the moment - training, no doubt. The real question was, with or with out Goku and/or Kari? She gave a small laugh, and then remembered the one time Vegeta had actually tried to do something useful around Capsule Corp. He had tried to help adjust some of the machines since he'd been around high-tech stuff his whole life and thought he knew how to work them, and the end result was that three of them exploded, two just fell apart, and the last one sparked and sputtered before it died of internal melting. Bulma bit back laughing out loud at the memory, for despite the damage done, the look on Vegeta's face when the machines didn't work had been hilarious. Although it had been nice having him working in the lab, they both decided it was a bad thing for him to do, and he had never done it since. ((He only goes into the lab to watch me. Which is a hell of a lot safer.)) Bulma giggled again and then spotted her car. She had just started to reach into her pocket for her keys when she heard someone call her name.
"Bulma?! Bulma Briefs?!" a male voice called, and Bulma turned to see a man about her age come running up to her. He was familiar looking, with shoulder-length red hair, dark skin, yellow-gold eyes, and a lean face. "I can't believe my luck! I thought it was going to take much longer to find you! Heck, I thought I'd have to go to Capsule Corp. first!" he observed, smiling widely. Bulma blinked and stepped back.
"Um, have we met?" she asked slowly. His smiled wavered and his eyes widened.
"You don't. . .? What am I thinking, of course you don't. We were seven, for pity's sake. I'm Odan Goe, remember? We were friends for a year when we were kids. From when we were seven until shortly after we both turned eight," Odan looked hopeful, and Bulma thought back. After a few seconds, her face lit up.
"I remember! We used to play hide-and-go-seek in my father's company, and we'd push each other on the swings! Odan! Is it really you?!" Bulma finally smiled back, and a look of relief filled his face.
"Sure is! I was in town again, finally, and I thought I'd try and find you. I was heading down to Capsule Corp. so we could see each other face-to-face when I saw you walking down the street!" Odan explained.
"Why didn't you call first?" Bulma asked. "Just showing up is kind of rude."
"Well, I'm not here for long, and I just wanted to see you in person again," Odan looked embarrassed.
"How did you even recognize me after thirty, almost forty, years?" Bulma looked him over carefully. "I hardly remember what you looked like, but I know you've changed a lot."
"Don't I know it! And you too, but I had this," Odan held up an old photo of the two as children. "You _have_ changed a lot, but you still have those deep blue eyes and that head of pretty sea-blue hair. And your face is still your face," he smiled warmly at her.
"Oh, I remember this! We only had the one copy, and I let you have it because you were leaving," Bulma nodded.
"Hey, want to get some coffee or something and catch up?" Odan offered. "My treat."
"Yeah, sure!" Bulma said cheerfully, and they headed for the nearest coffee shop.
After ordering two cups of French Vanilla coffee, Bulma and Odan settled into talking. Bulma told him about some of her crazy adventures, even admitting to the existence of the dragon balls and her friendship with Goku. She had been careful not to tell all of the details, so as not to make it all sound too fantastic. She also hesitated to mention Vegeta and Trunks in great detail, since she didn't know how to explain that she'd fallen in love with one of the aliens that had attacked Earth and they'd had a child together. Odan said that he had been traveling, going from place to place until he found some people with common interests, and they were now forming a kind of company. Bulma arched an eyebrow at that.
"Not in competition with Capsule Corp., I hope," she observed casually.
"Ah, I doubt it. . .unless CC has branched into. . .um. . .extermination," Odan shrugged lightly. Bulma blinked.
"Pest control?" she asked incredulously. That couldn't be right, could it? Odan rolled his eyes around as if searching for the right words to explain. Their coffee arrived and he sipped at it for a moment.
"More like military operations, I guess. Anyway, change of subject - did this Krillin guy really marry Android 18?" Odan inquired.
"He sure did. They even have a daughter named Marron," Bulma smiled. "17 just left. We don't know where he is."
"Hmmm. So, are you running CC now, or what?" Odan took another drink of his coffee and watched her over the cup's rim.
"Pretty much. I'm now CEO and part-owner. I was downtown today because I had a meeting with some business partners," Bulma explained as she drank her own coffee. She launched into a discussion about the business, and after listening for several minutes, Odan decided to step in.
"Do you ever get lonely spending all your time at your father's company?" Odan said out of the blue. Bulma blinked several times in surprise and then laughed.
"I didn't tell you, did I? I'm married!" she beamed. Odan went into shock.
"Married. . .?" Odan gasped. He had hoped, in some small way, that their relationship could be taken to a new level. She had told him about breaking up with Yamcha and had mentioned finding someone new, but hadn't said flat-out that she was married. Now that he thought about it, though, she had mentioned something about being a mother. It just went right over his head.
"And I have a son," Bulma dug into her purse and pulled out a picture. It was obviously taken when none of them knew they were being photographed; they were all looking at each other and laughing outdoors in bright sunshine. Bulma stood between a man and a young boy. The man was relatively short, but very muscular, had wild black hair that stood straight up, a pronounced widow's peak, deep ebony eyes, and a half-smirking smile. The boy had soft lavender hair that stayed down, and his mother's blue eye color - but the shape of his eyes was his father's, and his face was like his father's as well, though rounder. Odan's eyes fixed on the man, Bulma's husband. . .he looked very familiar to him. And more than that, the man's physical features called to something deep inside him, a pain, a fear, a long forgotten memory of both. Odan got a look of sheer shock and horror on his face, but Bulma didn't seem to notice.
"I see," Odan finally managed to say, though in a low voice as his right hand balled into a fist. "What're their names?"
"My husband is Vegeta, and our son is Trunks," Bulma answered. Odan sucked in a breath. ((Vegeta? I think I've heard that name before. . .)) he thought. The feelings the picture of Vegeta caused almost seemed to double with the inclusion of his name. Odan finished his drink in two deep swallows.
"Um. . .what's with his hair?" Odan almost had to force the words out.
"Oh, uh. . .we don't know. It just does that. It can be pressed down, but it just springs back up. I thought about trying some hair spray and gel, but he wouldn't let me near him with them," she gave a small laugh. Odan forced a smile. When the bill came, he paid quickly. He looked at his watch and sighed.
"I have to go, Bulma. Sorry," he smiled a little and stood up.
"Oh, too bad. If you have the time, feel free to stop by Capsule Corp., and we'll talk some more, okay?" she smiled at him and stood as well. He gave a quick nod.
"I'll try to do that," he agreed, and they gave each other a quick hug. They went their separate ways peacefully, but Odan was watching her carefully as he walked away. He needed to confirm something.
"Bulma, there you are! You're an hour late!" Mrs. Briefs observed when Bulma walked in the door.
"I'm sorry about that. The meeting ran a little late, and just as I was reaching my car, I came across an old friend!" Bulma explained with a small smile.
"Oh, really? Who?" Mrs. Briefs smiled brightly.
"What kind of old friend?" Vegeta's voice surprised them both. He strolled into the room casually with his arms crossed over his chest.
"We were friends for a year - from when we were seven until we were eight. Then he moved away. Odan Goe, remember him, Mama?" Bulma tried to answer both questions at once. Mrs. Briefs opened her eyes wide.
"Odan Goe? That strange little boy?" Mrs. Briefs said, and then caught herself. "Uh, what I mean is. . ."
"Strange? Strange how?" Bulma asked, bewildered. She didn't remember anything all that strange about him.
"Oh, well, it was just. . .he spoke oddly from time to time, like he was older than he looked. And he had the oddest fits at times, like he was reliving some awful memory. He would stay out in his yard all hours of the night, just looking at the sky. And you know, I never saw hide nor hair of his parents," Mrs. Briefs recalled the oddest things she had noticed about the little boy. Vegeta was silent.
"Neither did I. . .and I remember those fits. Huh. Well, that's not important now. He's grown up and part of his own business. We had some coffee and talked," Bulma said. Vegeta grunted. She looked at him with a smile. "It was harmless," she assured him.
"Of course it was," he stated as he walked to her. "He was just a childhood friend, right?" a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Right," Bulma grinned. "Although he seemed a little upset to learn I was married."
"Humph. Too bad for him," Vegeta snorted.
"Now, he might stop by here while he's in town, so expect him," Bulma added lightly. Vegeta arched his eyebrows. "I invited him," she informed him.
"Whatever," Vegeta rolled his eyes lightly.
"Yo, Vegeta! We're here!" Goku's cheery voice suddenly came from outside the door. Bulma looked out a window and saw Goku and Kari standing in the front yard. Vegeta went out to them and sized them up.
"Ready to train?" he asked gruffly.
"Of course!" Goku smiled.
"As always, Your Highness," Kari gave a quick half-salute. Unlike Goku and his sons, she always addressed Vegeta respectfully, and usually by a title.
"All right, lets go. Trunks is already back there," Vegeta nodded toward the back yard.
"Hey, Kari! Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Bulma leaned on the doorframe as the three Saiyans headed for the gravity room.
"Oh, I'm on my lunch break. I'll be back in the office in about an hour, okay, boss?" Kari now worked at Capsule Corp, and was moving through the ranks at a surprising speed. She was currently an assistant manager. They had all gotten into a pattern of training together, and Kari kept surprising them with some of her moves since nearly all of them were self-invented.
"Fine. 1 hour. If you spend another three hours practicing, like you did yesterday, you're in trouble!" Bulma tried to sound serious, but her mouth kept trying to hitch up into a grin. Somehow, being able to boss around the woman who had once kidnaped all of the Saiyans, Chi- chi, and herself, was rather amusing to her.
"No worries," Kari said in all seriousness, and they went to train in the gravity room. None of them noticed the extra set of eyes that were watching them.
It had been three days since Bulma ran into Odan Goe, and she hadn't heard from him since. She was in her lab working on the computer, doing some diagnostics, when she felt eyes on her. She started to turn, only to be stopped by Vegeta's strong arms.
"What are you doing here?" she asked sweetly.
"Watching you. Don't you get bored with this?" he looked at the computer disdainfully.
"No, not really. I think it's very interesting," she answered, and he started nibbling on her neck.
"Well, I have an even more 'interesting' way to pass the time," he said, his voice muffled by her neck. Bulma sighed and tilted her head so he could reach more of her neck.
"Mm, I'd love to, but I can't. I have to finish this, and then I have new capsule devices to test, and then. . ." Bulma's list of things to do was cut off by Vegeta, who kissed her on the lips.
"They can wait a while," he purred as he broke the kiss.
"Noo, they can't. They need to get done today, or we'll be behind. _You_ will just have to wait," Bulma smiled at him and gave his chest a small push. He didn't move an inch.
"No, I won't," he answered as he kissed her again.
"Just wait an hour, okay?" she pleaded when the second kiss ended. Vegeta didn't look like he was going to agree, but then he sighed, kissed her again, and backed off.
"Fine," he said, and then smirked. "I'll be back in one hour. Be undressed when I get here." Bulma shook her head in a 'heaven-help-me' gesture as Vegeta left. She looked at the clock real quick so she would know when it would be one hour later. Vegeta was very punctual. Vegeta was chortling to himself as he walked away from Bulma's lab, but he stopped abruptly as the soft sound of running feet caught his ears. The footsteps weren't any that he recognized, so he looked around carefully, but didn't see anything. He didn't feel any stray kis in the area either. His senses now on full alert, Vegeta continued moving.
Odan made a mental note about being more careful when sneaking around. His suspicions were almost completely verified, and he was nervous. If he was right, then he'd have to do something, and fast. For if this was the Vegeta that Odan knew of, then Bulma was unwittingly married to an intergalactic killer. **************************************************************************** ****
Have I got your attention yet? If not, check out Ch.2: "I Know Who You Are. . ."
Comments, good or bad? E-mail me at NansJns@aol.com!
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Things Best Forgotten Part 1 by NansJns
Running from the future, Running from the past Running from the mirror How long can you last?
"Still Alive" by Leslie Fish
Ch.1: An Old Friend
He held the old picture carefully, studying the faces that beamed from it. His own face, many years younger, and the face of a little girl with deep blue eyes and light blue hair. It had been such a long time since they'd seen each other last, and he hoped to find her again. He knew where to look, more or less. He wondered if he'd be able to recognize her after all of this time.
It was summer, and the sun beat down on the world below as if its deepest wish was to see it cook. Bulma left the downtown office building that had held the meeting she'd been attending and sighed. She wiped some sweat off her forehead and walked down the street to where she'd parked her car. She couldn't wait to go home and work on her newest inventions. She wondered idly what Vegeta was doing at the moment - training, no doubt. The real question was, with or with out Goku and/or Kari? She gave a small laugh, and then remembered the one time Vegeta had actually tried to do something useful around Capsule Corp. He had tried to help adjust some of the machines since he'd been around high-tech stuff his whole life and thought he knew how to work them, and the end result was that three of them exploded, two just fell apart, and the last one sparked and sputtered before it died of internal melting. Bulma bit back laughing out loud at the memory, for despite the damage done, the look on Vegeta's face when the machines didn't work had been hilarious. Although it had been nice having him working in the lab, they both decided it was a bad thing for him to do, and he had never done it since. ((He only goes into the lab to watch me. Which is a hell of a lot safer.)) Bulma giggled again and then spotted her car. She had just started to reach into her pocket for her keys when she heard someone call her name.
"Bulma?! Bulma Briefs?!" a male voice called, and Bulma turned to see a man about her age come running up to her. He was familiar looking, with shoulder-length red hair, dark skin, yellow-gold eyes, and a lean face. "I can't believe my luck! I thought it was going to take much longer to find you! Heck, I thought I'd have to go to Capsule Corp. first!" he observed, smiling widely. Bulma blinked and stepped back.
"Um, have we met?" she asked slowly. His smiled wavered and his eyes widened.
"You don't. . .? What am I thinking, of course you don't. We were seven, for pity's sake. I'm Odan Goe, remember? We were friends for a year when we were kids. From when we were seven until shortly after we both turned eight," Odan looked hopeful, and Bulma thought back. After a few seconds, her face lit up.
"I remember! We used to play hide-and-go-seek in my father's company, and we'd push each other on the swings! Odan! Is it really you?!" Bulma finally smiled back, and a look of relief filled his face.
"Sure is! I was in town again, finally, and I thought I'd try and find you. I was heading down to Capsule Corp. so we could see each other face-to-face when I saw you walking down the street!" Odan explained.
"Why didn't you call first?" Bulma asked. "Just showing up is kind of rude."
"Well, I'm not here for long, and I just wanted to see you in person again," Odan looked embarrassed.
"How did you even recognize me after thirty, almost forty, years?" Bulma looked him over carefully. "I hardly remember what you looked like, but I know you've changed a lot."
"Don't I know it! And you too, but I had this," Odan held up an old photo of the two as children. "You _have_ changed a lot, but you still have those deep blue eyes and that head of pretty sea-blue hair. And your face is still your face," he smiled warmly at her.
"Oh, I remember this! We only had the one copy, and I let you have it because you were leaving," Bulma nodded.
"Hey, want to get some coffee or something and catch up?" Odan offered. "My treat."
"Yeah, sure!" Bulma said cheerfully, and they headed for the nearest coffee shop.
After ordering two cups of French Vanilla coffee, Bulma and Odan settled into talking. Bulma told him about some of her crazy adventures, even admitting to the existence of the dragon balls and her friendship with Goku. She had been careful not to tell all of the details, so as not to make it all sound too fantastic. She also hesitated to mention Vegeta and Trunks in great detail, since she didn't know how to explain that she'd fallen in love with one of the aliens that had attacked Earth and they'd had a child together. Odan said that he had been traveling, going from place to place until he found some people with common interests, and they were now forming a kind of company. Bulma arched an eyebrow at that.
"Not in competition with Capsule Corp., I hope," she observed casually.
"Ah, I doubt it. . .unless CC has branched into. . .um. . .extermination," Odan shrugged lightly. Bulma blinked.
"Pest control?" she asked incredulously. That couldn't be right, could it? Odan rolled his eyes around as if searching for the right words to explain. Their coffee arrived and he sipped at it for a moment.
"More like military operations, I guess. Anyway, change of subject - did this Krillin guy really marry Android 18?" Odan inquired.
"He sure did. They even have a daughter named Marron," Bulma smiled. "17 just left. We don't know where he is."
"Hmmm. So, are you running CC now, or what?" Odan took another drink of his coffee and watched her over the cup's rim.
"Pretty much. I'm now CEO and part-owner. I was downtown today because I had a meeting with some business partners," Bulma explained as she drank her own coffee. She launched into a discussion about the business, and after listening for several minutes, Odan decided to step in.
"Do you ever get lonely spending all your time at your father's company?" Odan said out of the blue. Bulma blinked several times in surprise and then laughed.
"I didn't tell you, did I? I'm married!" she beamed. Odan went into shock.
"Married. . .?" Odan gasped. He had hoped, in some small way, that their relationship could be taken to a new level. She had told him about breaking up with Yamcha and had mentioned finding someone new, but hadn't said flat-out that she was married. Now that he thought about it, though, she had mentioned something about being a mother. It just went right over his head.
"And I have a son," Bulma dug into her purse and pulled out a picture. It was obviously taken when none of them knew they were being photographed; they were all looking at each other and laughing outdoors in bright sunshine. Bulma stood between a man and a young boy. The man was relatively short, but very muscular, had wild black hair that stood straight up, a pronounced widow's peak, deep ebony eyes, and a half-smirking smile. The boy had soft lavender hair that stayed down, and his mother's blue eye color - but the shape of his eyes was his father's, and his face was like his father's as well, though rounder. Odan's eyes fixed on the man, Bulma's husband. . .he looked very familiar to him. And more than that, the man's physical features called to something deep inside him, a pain, a fear, a long forgotten memory of both. Odan got a look of sheer shock and horror on his face, but Bulma didn't seem to notice.
"I see," Odan finally managed to say, though in a low voice as his right hand balled into a fist. "What're their names?"
"My husband is Vegeta, and our son is Trunks," Bulma answered. Odan sucked in a breath. ((Vegeta? I think I've heard that name before. . .)) he thought. The feelings the picture of Vegeta caused almost seemed to double with the inclusion of his name. Odan finished his drink in two deep swallows.
"Um. . .what's with his hair?" Odan almost had to force the words out.
"Oh, uh. . .we don't know. It just does that. It can be pressed down, but it just springs back up. I thought about trying some hair spray and gel, but he wouldn't let me near him with them," she gave a small laugh. Odan forced a smile. When the bill came, he paid quickly. He looked at his watch and sighed.
"I have to go, Bulma. Sorry," he smiled a little and stood up.
"Oh, too bad. If you have the time, feel free to stop by Capsule Corp., and we'll talk some more, okay?" she smiled at him and stood as well. He gave a quick nod.
"I'll try to do that," he agreed, and they gave each other a quick hug. They went their separate ways peacefully, but Odan was watching her carefully as he walked away. He needed to confirm something.
"Bulma, there you are! You're an hour late!" Mrs. Briefs observed when Bulma walked in the door.
"I'm sorry about that. The meeting ran a little late, and just as I was reaching my car, I came across an old friend!" Bulma explained with a small smile.
"Oh, really? Who?" Mrs. Briefs smiled brightly.
"What kind of old friend?" Vegeta's voice surprised them both. He strolled into the room casually with his arms crossed over his chest.
"We were friends for a year - from when we were seven until we were eight. Then he moved away. Odan Goe, remember him, Mama?" Bulma tried to answer both questions at once. Mrs. Briefs opened her eyes wide.
"Odan Goe? That strange little boy?" Mrs. Briefs said, and then caught herself. "Uh, what I mean is. . ."
"Strange? Strange how?" Bulma asked, bewildered. She didn't remember anything all that strange about him.
"Oh, well, it was just. . .he spoke oddly from time to time, like he was older than he looked. And he had the oddest fits at times, like he was reliving some awful memory. He would stay out in his yard all hours of the night, just looking at the sky. And you know, I never saw hide nor hair of his parents," Mrs. Briefs recalled the oddest things she had noticed about the little boy. Vegeta was silent.
"Neither did I. . .and I remember those fits. Huh. Well, that's not important now. He's grown up and part of his own business. We had some coffee and talked," Bulma said. Vegeta grunted. She looked at him with a smile. "It was harmless," she assured him.
"Of course it was," he stated as he walked to her. "He was just a childhood friend, right?" a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Right," Bulma grinned. "Although he seemed a little upset to learn I was married."
"Humph. Too bad for him," Vegeta snorted.
"Now, he might stop by here while he's in town, so expect him," Bulma added lightly. Vegeta arched his eyebrows. "I invited him," she informed him.
"Whatever," Vegeta rolled his eyes lightly.
"Yo, Vegeta! We're here!" Goku's cheery voice suddenly came from outside the door. Bulma looked out a window and saw Goku and Kari standing in the front yard. Vegeta went out to them and sized them up.
"Ready to train?" he asked gruffly.
"Of course!" Goku smiled.
"As always, Your Highness," Kari gave a quick half-salute. Unlike Goku and his sons, she always addressed Vegeta respectfully, and usually by a title.
"All right, lets go. Trunks is already back there," Vegeta nodded toward the back yard.
"Hey, Kari! Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Bulma leaned on the doorframe as the three Saiyans headed for the gravity room.
"Oh, I'm on my lunch break. I'll be back in the office in about an hour, okay, boss?" Kari now worked at Capsule Corp, and was moving through the ranks at a surprising speed. She was currently an assistant manager. They had all gotten into a pattern of training together, and Kari kept surprising them with some of her moves since nearly all of them were self-invented.
"Fine. 1 hour. If you spend another three hours practicing, like you did yesterday, you're in trouble!" Bulma tried to sound serious, but her mouth kept trying to hitch up into a grin. Somehow, being able to boss around the woman who had once kidnaped all of the Saiyans, Chi- chi, and herself, was rather amusing to her.
"No worries," Kari said in all seriousness, and they went to train in the gravity room. None of them noticed the extra set of eyes that were watching them.
It had been three days since Bulma ran into Odan Goe, and she hadn't heard from him since. She was in her lab working on the computer, doing some diagnostics, when she felt eyes on her. She started to turn, only to be stopped by Vegeta's strong arms.
"What are you doing here?" she asked sweetly.
"Watching you. Don't you get bored with this?" he looked at the computer disdainfully.
"No, not really. I think it's very interesting," she answered, and he started nibbling on her neck.
"Well, I have an even more 'interesting' way to pass the time," he said, his voice muffled by her neck. Bulma sighed and tilted her head so he could reach more of her neck.
"Mm, I'd love to, but I can't. I have to finish this, and then I have new capsule devices to test, and then. . ." Bulma's list of things to do was cut off by Vegeta, who kissed her on the lips.
"They can wait a while," he purred as he broke the kiss.
"Noo, they can't. They need to get done today, or we'll be behind. _You_ will just have to wait," Bulma smiled at him and gave his chest a small push. He didn't move an inch.
"No, I won't," he answered as he kissed her again.
"Just wait an hour, okay?" she pleaded when the second kiss ended. Vegeta didn't look like he was going to agree, but then he sighed, kissed her again, and backed off.
"Fine," he said, and then smirked. "I'll be back in one hour. Be undressed when I get here." Bulma shook her head in a 'heaven-help-me' gesture as Vegeta left. She looked at the clock real quick so she would know when it would be one hour later. Vegeta was very punctual. Vegeta was chortling to himself as he walked away from Bulma's lab, but he stopped abruptly as the soft sound of running feet caught his ears. The footsteps weren't any that he recognized, so he looked around carefully, but didn't see anything. He didn't feel any stray kis in the area either. His senses now on full alert, Vegeta continued moving.
Odan made a mental note about being more careful when sneaking around. His suspicions were almost completely verified, and he was nervous. If he was right, then he'd have to do something, and fast. For if this was the Vegeta that Odan knew of, then Bulma was unwittingly married to an intergalactic killer. **************************************************************************** ****
Have I got your attention yet? If not, check out Ch.2: "I Know Who You Are. . ."
Comments, good or bad? E-mail me at NansJns@aol.com!
