The Flying Pen---àOne question: how the heck does Bulma turn into a feline? Answer to question. Yes Bulma turns into the giant fighting cat. Sort of like in animorphs but she can control what and how much she transforms.
Did Gero work on her? -àYes, Bulma was one of his favorite experiment toys. Thus her ruined complexion. From filth and such being punctured into her skin. Though not as far as a tattoo.
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Goku frowned through most of the story he was told. Vegeta in truth knew very little of what had been going on and he could tell that most of the information was through observation. Bulma was sick, his friends were all recovering from massive malnutrition and ki use and in truth he could do very little at the moment. Even sparring was futile; he had no weights, no partner, and no means to reach a planet with higher gravity. In short he had little else to do then tend to the injured Sayains and make sure all went well with the ones in the tanks. Looking to the list of things wrong with her he had to wonder how she was still breathing. More toxins and poisons in her system then some planets even knew of. She was addicted, though he was sure not by choice, to a few. Withdrawal being the major factor of what she had been suffering from. The blanket was no longer needed to hide her from prying eyes. The water had fogged over taking in all the toxins and poisons from her system, and he hoped her skin. She had been vain, but never rudely so.
She had known of her looks and was proud of them, but they hadn't ever been her life. He had met quite a few women that thought their looks would get them out of whatever mess they were in or whatever they wanted. Bulma relied on her self, but knew when she needed help. However begrudgingly she may accept the help. Handing the info on his friend over to the prince he watched as the older man's eyes widened. "How is she breathing?" He finally questioned, only after a long list of expletives.
"She's stubborn, more so than any other I know, you included. And strong, not in your sense of the word but in will." He faltered a moment, debating if he would tell more of what was not his right to give. "She was at the mercy of one of our old foes. She and I have known each other a long time Vegeta, and her punishment for having opposed him was to become his science experiment. The result is as you see her now."
He looked to his sparring partner and knew there was much not being said. "She is from your planet?" A nod was his only answer. "Is she also of your childhood?" Kakkarrot nodded once again. Forcing his voice to remain neutral he asked a third time. "Your mate then?"
"What! No way! She…we she isn't my type and I'm not hers I would much rather have, Ch." He cut himself off at that. Vegeta didn't not pry further to what would have been said. But the woman he wanted to know more about.
"Who is she Kakkarrot?"
"A friend."
"Kakkarrot."
"Vegeta, she has pride, my baring her torments, that I know of them would rip what's left of it to shreds. Not to forget that whatever trust we still hold of each other would be ruined." Vegeta had always known the third class to be loyal. His statement just reaffirmed it.
"Then tell me of what would not ruin her pride." He was curious, and he would get his answers. The younger man's shoulder slumped in defeat.
"She was the only child to the most highly regarded scientist of the planet. She had everything, wealth, her mother's beauty and her father's brains. From a young age she was inventing things. She went off on an adventure in her mid teens, and found me. We were friends from then on." He wasn't dumb, BIG chunks had been edited from the story. But he also knew he had no real chance of pulling information out of the other man, not in his weakened state, not even at his best. They were in a silent staring contest when a voice spread out into the room; only it was in their heads.
Goku. Stress was felt in the minds voice. Kakkarrot looked just as stunned as Vegeta. Turn this damn thing up. I'm, losing, control. No questions were asked, the action was done. Thanks. The voice left at that, leaving both to wonder.
"You didn't say she was a telepath."
"I didn't know." Was the quiet reply.
She felt them. Moving about, well Vegeta and Goku at least. She felt tired. But there was no pain; she had forgotten what that was like. It was nice in its own odd way. She knew the chemicals had tried to override her control, she hadn't even thought of Gero having a toxin that would force her to transform. She had held it off as best she could until the purification process she was in had destroyed it. But the fact that she could feel her full-grown tail brushing against her legs was not something she was pleased with. But compared to alternatives she was grateful. She knew a firing squad of questions awaited her on the outside, and she also knew that she was going to answer them even though she didn't want to. Life sucked.
"Goku?" She called out trying to figure out who was awake and who was on guard.
Asleep onna. She heard in her head. Glaring she forced her shields up. Pathetic.
"Ya well I learned this all on my own before going insane." She retorted. Refusing to use her telekinesis. "So I think I did damn well considering how I came about the discovery. Where's Go-Kakkarrot?" She received no response. "Vegeta, where's my friend?"
Mentally onna. She could just see the smug look on the bastards face. She didn't want to give in to him but wanted the company of her friend much more than her pride could fight.
Where's Kakkarrot? She had to force her thoughts to name Goku by what she had figured to be his Sayain name.
Resting. He needs sleep too you know.
No shit Sherlock. She shot back, letting the acid of her mind voice tell him how unhappy she was. She frowned slightly when she tried to cut off the connection allowing her to communicate with him. It wasn't closing, not all the way . What the hell have you done? This was bad, she knew that she held little control over her mind powers. And after dealing with Vegeta for this short time she could tell that there was a large difference between his level of control and hers. It made her jealous and frightened at the same time. Anger laced its way through when she discovered that he was sensing her emotions as well.
Done? Onna I haven't done. He cut himself off when he too noticed the inability to close her out. What the hell?
My sentiments exactly cactus head. She growled mentally. Somehow finding it reasonable to blame this all on him. How do you turn this thing off?
"What's going on?" The voice was music to her ears.
"Goku!" She called out, hearing the odd sound of her voice coming through the air mask finally reach his ears. "Get me out of this thing! Find me something to wear first though." She ordered.
Onna you can't order my solider around. Vegeta began.
Kiss my ass Sayain. I've known him longer than you have. If she could have she would have stuck her tongue out at him. She was distracted when the water began to sink around her. As it did this she could see that there was a cover over the window. She smiled slightly at the thoughtfulness of her friend. As the door lifted she saw a hand hold out what looked suspiciously like her old snow coat. Soon it was drowning her, her mother had bought the wrong size, the hood over her head and the hem at her feet she couldn't help but laugh.
"Found my capsule case didn't you Goku?" She let out dryly.
"I burned those thing you were wearing before. You can go change in the room if you want." She was ready to have a heart attack when he went back to true Goku style. "And I can't close all those witch bombs. You'll have to do it."
"Thank you Goku." She smiled, knowing he couldn't see it. Doing her best to ignore the freezing floor she was soon in the bedroom. Only to meet a mess of opened capsules. Vehicles to clothes, all she could do was smile fondly and shake her head. Closing a car and motor bike she was soon digging through a pile of clothes. It seemed Goku had found some way to clean her things and she could start anew in ruining them. After tying her laces she searched for a brush. She spent the better half of an hour brushing her hair free of tangles. She hadn't bothered before and after finding that all filth had been rid from it she was more than willing to indulge herself in her over weaned vanity. When done she looked to the mirror, and gasped.
Well what do you think? I like it. Not much happening I know, well Goku should go harring off onto the rescue of his love (Chi-Chi) soon so worry not. REVIEW!!!
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