Chapter 2
Bulma felt the liquid flowing through her blood. Warmth filled her and she could feel the liquid going into her head. She felt dizzy. Bulma dropped the cup and felt herself falling. But then she felt something holding her shoulders. She looked up at the fuzzy image before her. The world went black and she fell asleep. Yet as she was asleep she was conscious and felt Vegeta pick her up.
"Bulma! Bulma wake up!"
He called to her.
Bulma struggled to wake up but scenes of her past flashed through her head. She could remember things that happened when she was born, then she came up to the time where she apparently passed out. Bulma saw scenes that flashed of her and Vegeta, actual caring for him flowed through her mind. She could feel a sudden jolt of pain as she saw Vegeta getting killed, Bulma could feel grief, and depression filling her head. Vegeta held Bulma firmly, her eyes twitched back and forth rapidly. All sorts of expressions of sorrow, happiness and madness came over her. Vegeta tried to steady her as she started to lash out to him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! This isn't supposed to happen,"
He murmured to himself. Vegeta took his hands away as Bulma stopped lashing out and her eyes opened a bit. She looked at the floor. Vegeta stared at her. Bulma looked at her hands, the reality of what had happened flooded her mind,
"But you're dead."
She murmured.
Vegeta smiled thoughtfully,
"I'm very much alive."
He told her.
Bulma stood up and took a step back.
Vegeta turned to the machine. He cloaked it over, it now appeared to be a rock again.
"Bulma?"
He asked.
Bulma relaxed.
"You . . .Are you a ghost Vegeta?"
She asked.
Vegeta shook his head.
"Those morons wished back everyone that helped defeat cell, I was one of them so I came back, but then I found out that they made a wish to make you forget me because you were so depressed, and don't ask me how the dragon Balls were able to bring me back more than once"
Vegeta told her.
Bulma held her hands at her sides and thought. She closed her eyes and slowly raised her head, looking up at Vegeta.
Vegeta looked down on her, rare hope in his eyes. Bulma reached her hand out and touched Vegeta's cheek, she felt his hair then lowered her hand,
"It . . . it is you!"
She said as tears rimmed her eyes.
Vegeta stepped foreword and put his hands on Bulma's shoulders. He pulled her close. Bulma's shoulders shook as she cried, her arms wrapped around his back. Vegeta almost felt regret for making Bulma remember, but as Bulma stopped crying as hard he sighed. Bulma looked up at Vegeta, he bent his neck to look at her. Bulma stared at his eyes for what seemed like hours, she pulled her small arms from under Vegeta's and put them up against his chest,
"But why would they do that?"
She asked.
Vegeta frowned,
"You know how you were crying a minute ago, well I saw you from where I was . . . and you were like that for weeks. Every time I did anything I could see you crying, when I slept I heard you crying. They loved you enough to make you forget so you wouldn't have to go through that any longer."
Vegeta soothed.
Bulma felt the rush of unknowingness flow through her.
"But, I have spent the last two years re-living my life. I always felt like something was missing. I don't know how everything's supposed to work?!"
She exclaimed.
Vegeta nodded,
"Ya, I could see how that would be a problem. So, I am going down there, you can stay here, or go anywhere else, it doesn't matter to me."
He said taking his hands from her shoulders and walking off.
"But that's not like you."
Bulma said to him.
Vegeta stopped in the edge of the doorway.
"I know it's not, but I can imagine what it feels like to live something and suddenly you remember something that happened in reality, then having the main part of that being re-given to you. It must be like an extremely big rush, isn't it?"
He asked.
Bulma nodded,
"That's exactly how I feel. But . . . I want to do something. I don't want to just sit around."
Vegeta looked to a clock beside the bed,
"Well, I was about to make dinner, you could watch T.V. or something?"
He asked her.
Bulma shook her head,
"How about me making dinner for you?"
She asked.
Vegeta looked hesitant.
"Will it be edible?"
He asked.
Bulma put her hands to her hips,
"If you want it to be."
She replied.
Vegeta nodded,
"Well, do you remember where everything is?"
He asked.
Bulma nodded,
"I think so but, I'll just ask the walls if I forget, I have to admit that those intercoms were a good idea."
Bulma said walking to Vegeta.
Vegeta watched her go down the tunnel, he tried to listen to her thoughts as she walked by but all he could hear was silence. Then as he lost sight of her he heard it echo in his mind,
'he's back,'
She thought in disbelief.
Vegeta sighed and stepped up to the closet. He pulled off his Saiyan uniform and put on a pair of baggy pant's and a muscle shirt. He turned around and Bulma stood, staring absently at him.
"What's wrong?"
He asked her.
Bulma snapped out of her absentness and stood tall,
"I don't know what you want to eat."
She told him.
Vegeta knew that wasn't what she wanted to say but still answered her,
"Whatever you make."
Bulma nodded and absently turned back down the tunnel.
Vegeta waited until he couldn't see the flames' light in the tunnel before he sat down on the bed. He pulled out a little book, then opened it up and started righting in it.
'Bulma's back, she's a little spaced out but that's alright, I could have expected that from a pure human, at least I think she is. I've been sensing something strong from her and I've only been around her for a few minutes. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens, I don't even know how I came to like her in the first place, it must be how she's always so mad, but, I love her. . . I think that over the years, our bond has made her a Sieyan too, but I'll have to look into it a little further . . . To be continued.'
Vegeta wrote. He closed the book and tucked it back under the night table then walked down the tunnel to the kitchen. He found Bulma sitting on the floor huddled up in the corner. A blank expression on her face,
"It was all a lie."
She murmured. Vegeta knelt down in front of her,
"If you want you can go home ya know . . . I mean to your old home, till you think things over for as long as you want."
He reassured her.
Bulma looked at Vegeta and shook her head,
"I just want to be alone for a while, and it'll help."
Vegeta hesitated,
"You want to stay in here alone, cause there are more comfortable rooms in the house."
He told her.
Bulma stood up.
Vegeta looked up and watched Bulma brush past him. She walked straight for the tunnel that headed to the bedroom. Vegeta wanted to go after her but thought that it was best to stay where he was. * * *
Goku and piccolo listened for Goten to tell them where he felt the power coming from. Seeing as he was the only one that knew what that force felt like. They stopped at a hill. Goten was holding Goku back,
"It's stopped."
Goten told Piccolo.
Goku looked up at Piccolo,
"I guess we've found our kidnapper then,"
He said floating down to the ground. Goku started searching for places that someone could have hidden themselves and Bulma.
Goten heard his watch beep,
"Daddy, it's awmost dinner time!"
Goten exclaimed.
Goku rubbed his stomach and leaned against the cliff part of the hill,
"As much as I'd love to eat right now, we have to keep looking."
He told Goten.
Piccolo floated down, his legs and arms crossed.
"I can sense something from inside that hill, but, I can't seem to find any way to get in."
Goten started skipping around the hill, when he came back to Piccolo and Goku talking he stopped,
"Maybe dey made a tingy to make da hill disappwear."
He suggested.
Piccolo nodded,
"That is possible, but how would someone or something be able to make that hill strong enough to let Goku lean against it?"
Piccolo asked to no-one.
Goku blinked,
"What do you mean to let me lean against it?!"
Goten laughed,
"Well ya do eat a wot daddy!"
He exclaimed.
Goku noogied Goten's head,
"Watch your mouth kid."
Piccolo looked down,
"It is possible that they could have stopped here and changed their power, or changed the way their power was used to make their trail leave."
He told Goten.
Goten laughed,
"No ones as smart as you . . . two."
He said. He added that last part as he remembered that his dad was standing there. Goten smiled and pulled a capsule from his pocket. He threw it to the ground and ran into the cloud of smoke.
Goku and Piccolo stared as a little house appeared.
Goten came walking out with food piled on his small arms. He dumped some on the ground beside his dad them went running back into the house. Piccolo watched Goten walk up to him with a bunch of water bottles in his hands. Then wrapped by his tail was a paper bag. Goten dumped it before piccolo and tossed the bag over his head,
"I wemembewed dat you onwy need watta to survwive but I got some snacks dat you could have to!"
Piccolo took the bag from the air.
Goten ran back into the small house, he pulled out a large pile of food for himself and dug in.
Goku stared at the food beside him,
"When did you get that capsule!?"
He asked.
Goten smiled, chocolate covering his lips and cheeks,
"Bulma made it for me, she said that I eat soooooooooooo much that I'm bound to get hungry some time."
Goku nodded,
"Maybe I should get one too. It could help when I'm out training for too long!"
Goku dug into his food.
Piccolo looked into the bag, little chocolate bars sat in it. Piccolo looked up at Goten,
"What nutritional value do these give?"
He asked sternly.
"Huh?"
Goten muttered as he packed one into his mouth.
"Oh, it has chocowate, dat's about all!"
He told Piccolo.
Piccolo unwrapped the chocolate bar and packed it into his mouth. He began chewing it.
Goten and Goku looked at him as they ate, their eyes peering at him.
Piccolo swallowed and groaned in his throat.
"It . . . as you would say tastes good . . . I 'will' eat the rest."
He told them.
Goten smiled in satisfaction. * * *
Bulma walked into the bedroom and opened the door to the closet. She pulled away the clothes and took out the first pair of pajama's she saw, she slipped them on and looked around. She walked into a wall on the side of the room and appeared in another room. Bulma looked at the hot tub and then to the mirror above the sink, she stared at her long blue hair,
"I should cut it short again. It's beginning to get annoying like this."
She murmured.
Vegeta put the chickens into the oven and looked up, he could hear Bulma muttering something,
"Bulma! Are you alright?!"
He called.
Bulma looked up,
"Oh! Yah sure, I'm, fine!"
She called.
Vegeta looked back down to the oven and poked the chickens in.
Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. She opened a drawer beside the sink, a pair of scissors stared up at her. Bulma thought for a second,
"Hey Vegeta!"
She called.
Vegeta looked up,
"What is it!?"
Bulma sighed,
"Do you like my hair like this or the way it was before!?"
She asked.
Vegeta cocked an eye brow,
"I like your hair however you like it Bulma."
He called out.
Bulma sighed and cocked her head,
"Kay, Thanks!"
She called.
Vegeta started chopping up carrots.
Bulma shut the drawer,
'Next time,'
She thought to herself. Bulma took two chopsticks from her pocket,
'I remember Vegeta buying these for me just before . . . he died.'
Bulma thought. She walked back into the bedroom, she looked at the bed and sat down on it. She spread her hands on it and laid back. She looked up at the roof, memories flashed through her head. Bulma rolled over and pulled the thick blankets from the top, then crawled under them. She pulled them up to her chin and pulled her legs up to he chest, then closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Vegeta pulled the food from the oven and set it out onto two plates. He took them and walked to the bedroom. He stood at the doorway of the room and looked at the sheets that were ruffled up around Bulma. Vegeta walked to the dresser on the side of the room and set the plates down,
"Hey Bulma, dinners ready."
He told her.
Bulma groaned and turned in the sheets. Vegeta looked back at her,
"Common, get up, you'll never get better if you don't tough it up."
He reassured.
Bulma sat up and brushed her hair from her face. Vegeta walked to the bed and held his hand out to her, she stared at it, then looked up at Vegeta.
Vegeta shrugged and turned around, as his hand lowered it to his side he felt something tug on it. He turned his head back and Bulma clutched his hand. Vegeta held back a joyful smile and pulled Bulma up. Bulma stood beside Vegeta, she looked over to the food laid out. Vegeta stepped over to the dresser and lifted Bulma's plate,
"This is for you, if you want any more there's some more in the kitchen I can get for you."
He told her.
Bulma took the plate and backed up to the bed, she sat down and slowly began eating it. Vegeta pulled up at chair and leaned back on it, flipping his feet up to the dresser; he pulled out a magazine and flipped through it as he chomped on his food. Bulma stared down at her plate, then stood up. Vegeta glanced at it,
"Ya want any more?"
he asked.
Bulma stared into the tunnel and walked down it.
Vegeta leaned his chair back to watch her go,
"Bulma?"
he asked. Bulma just kept walking. Vegeta's eyes went wide and he felt himself falling back. He closed his eyes as his back slammed against the chair that slammed and broke against the floor. He looked up to see Bulma looking down on him,
"You shouldn't lean back so far."
She told him, then she walked back down the tunnel. Vegeta picked himself up and pulled the chair back together with some easily found powers.
Bulma walked back in with some salad on her plate.
Vegeta looked at the plate cautiously,
"Salad?"
he asked. Bulma looked at the plate as she sat back down,
"Yah, I'm on a diet."
She told him.
Vegeta looked at Bulma,
"You don't need to go on a diet, you're as skinny as a toothpick."
Bulma smiled half heartedly.
Vegeta smirked,
"I got a smile outta ya, well, it's a start."
He murmured.
Bulma ate the salad and walked to the dresser, putting the plate down.
Vegeta flipped through the magazine.
"Vegeta, Why would they do that to me, if they loved me enough they would have let me let me grieve my own way?"
she asked him.
Vegeta put the magazine down and looked up at Bulma,
"You shouldn't be thinking that they did it for a bad reason. How would you have reacted if that dumb ass Katerate died and chichi cried for weeks. You wouldn't have gone to the extreme of taking her memories away but you would do something wouldn't you?"
he asked.
Bulma pondered that for a second,
"I guess I would."
Vegeta nodded,
"And I don't know how much you remember but can't you remember how hard they tried to make you feel better?"
he asked.
Bulma sat beside Vegeta's feet and rested her heels on a drawer's handle,
"Yah, I guess they had no choice."
She murmured.
Vegeta set his feet down and rested the bottom of his arms on his knee's, he reached one hand up and put his index finger under Bulma's chin,
"Don't worry, they did it because they cared enough to do it, not because of anything else."
He reassured.
Bulma sighed and rested her hands on the dresser,
"I just don't know what to think right now, and from my old life to the one I was living this morning. What happened to me?"
she asked.
Vegeta looked confused,
"Nothing happened to you,"
he informed.
Bulma gave a weak laugh,
"You'd think so wouldn't you?"
Suddenly fear rushed through Bulma's face and she jumped off the dresser,
"Trunks!"
she yelled.
Bulma looked at Vegeta,
"I need to get home; Trunks, Goten!"
she said putting her hands up threw her hair.
Vegeta looked up,
"Whose Trunks?"
he asked.
Bulma started pacing,
"How do I get out of here . . . well even if I do get out I wouldn't be able to get there fast enough, Vegeta, I need to get home before something happens!"
she yelled.
Authors note Vegeta doesn't know about Trunks in my story, he never had a clue. When I started this fic on my home computer, I was only just barely cluing in to Raditz. Anything that would happen in the future was told to me in bits and pieces, I'm trying to fix the chapters more to the shows time line but in some places, it's kinda hard to do.
Bulma felt the liquid flowing through her blood. Warmth filled her and she could feel the liquid going into her head. She felt dizzy. Bulma dropped the cup and felt herself falling. But then she felt something holding her shoulders. She looked up at the fuzzy image before her. The world went black and she fell asleep. Yet as she was asleep she was conscious and felt Vegeta pick her up.
"Bulma! Bulma wake up!"
He called to her.
Bulma struggled to wake up but scenes of her past flashed through her head. She could remember things that happened when she was born, then she came up to the time where she apparently passed out. Bulma saw scenes that flashed of her and Vegeta, actual caring for him flowed through her mind. She could feel a sudden jolt of pain as she saw Vegeta getting killed, Bulma could feel grief, and depression filling her head. Vegeta held Bulma firmly, her eyes twitched back and forth rapidly. All sorts of expressions of sorrow, happiness and madness came over her. Vegeta tried to steady her as she started to lash out to him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! This isn't supposed to happen,"
He murmured to himself. Vegeta took his hands away as Bulma stopped lashing out and her eyes opened a bit. She looked at the floor. Vegeta stared at her. Bulma looked at her hands, the reality of what had happened flooded her mind,
"But you're dead."
She murmured.
Vegeta smiled thoughtfully,
"I'm very much alive."
He told her.
Bulma stood up and took a step back.
Vegeta turned to the machine. He cloaked it over, it now appeared to be a rock again.
"Bulma?"
He asked.
Bulma relaxed.
"You . . .Are you a ghost Vegeta?"
She asked.
Vegeta shook his head.
"Those morons wished back everyone that helped defeat cell, I was one of them so I came back, but then I found out that they made a wish to make you forget me because you were so depressed, and don't ask me how the dragon Balls were able to bring me back more than once"
Vegeta told her.
Bulma held her hands at her sides and thought. She closed her eyes and slowly raised her head, looking up at Vegeta.
Vegeta looked down on her, rare hope in his eyes. Bulma reached her hand out and touched Vegeta's cheek, she felt his hair then lowered her hand,
"It . . . it is you!"
She said as tears rimmed her eyes.
Vegeta stepped foreword and put his hands on Bulma's shoulders. He pulled her close. Bulma's shoulders shook as she cried, her arms wrapped around his back. Vegeta almost felt regret for making Bulma remember, but as Bulma stopped crying as hard he sighed. Bulma looked up at Vegeta, he bent his neck to look at her. Bulma stared at his eyes for what seemed like hours, she pulled her small arms from under Vegeta's and put them up against his chest,
"But why would they do that?"
She asked.
Vegeta frowned,
"You know how you were crying a minute ago, well I saw you from where I was . . . and you were like that for weeks. Every time I did anything I could see you crying, when I slept I heard you crying. They loved you enough to make you forget so you wouldn't have to go through that any longer."
Vegeta soothed.
Bulma felt the rush of unknowingness flow through her.
"But, I have spent the last two years re-living my life. I always felt like something was missing. I don't know how everything's supposed to work?!"
She exclaimed.
Vegeta nodded,
"Ya, I could see how that would be a problem. So, I am going down there, you can stay here, or go anywhere else, it doesn't matter to me."
He said taking his hands from her shoulders and walking off.
"But that's not like you."
Bulma said to him.
Vegeta stopped in the edge of the doorway.
"I know it's not, but I can imagine what it feels like to live something and suddenly you remember something that happened in reality, then having the main part of that being re-given to you. It must be like an extremely big rush, isn't it?"
He asked.
Bulma nodded,
"That's exactly how I feel. But . . . I want to do something. I don't want to just sit around."
Vegeta looked to a clock beside the bed,
"Well, I was about to make dinner, you could watch T.V. or something?"
He asked her.
Bulma shook her head,
"How about me making dinner for you?"
She asked.
Vegeta looked hesitant.
"Will it be edible?"
He asked.
Bulma put her hands to her hips,
"If you want it to be."
She replied.
Vegeta nodded,
"Well, do you remember where everything is?"
He asked.
Bulma nodded,
"I think so but, I'll just ask the walls if I forget, I have to admit that those intercoms were a good idea."
Bulma said walking to Vegeta.
Vegeta watched her go down the tunnel, he tried to listen to her thoughts as she walked by but all he could hear was silence. Then as he lost sight of her he heard it echo in his mind,
'he's back,'
She thought in disbelief.
Vegeta sighed and stepped up to the closet. He pulled off his Saiyan uniform and put on a pair of baggy pant's and a muscle shirt. He turned around and Bulma stood, staring absently at him.
"What's wrong?"
He asked her.
Bulma snapped out of her absentness and stood tall,
"I don't know what you want to eat."
She told him.
Vegeta knew that wasn't what she wanted to say but still answered her,
"Whatever you make."
Bulma nodded and absently turned back down the tunnel.
Vegeta waited until he couldn't see the flames' light in the tunnel before he sat down on the bed. He pulled out a little book, then opened it up and started righting in it.
'Bulma's back, she's a little spaced out but that's alright, I could have expected that from a pure human, at least I think she is. I've been sensing something strong from her and I've only been around her for a few minutes. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens, I don't even know how I came to like her in the first place, it must be how she's always so mad, but, I love her. . . I think that over the years, our bond has made her a Sieyan too, but I'll have to look into it a little further . . . To be continued.'
Vegeta wrote. He closed the book and tucked it back under the night table then walked down the tunnel to the kitchen. He found Bulma sitting on the floor huddled up in the corner. A blank expression on her face,
"It was all a lie."
She murmured. Vegeta knelt down in front of her,
"If you want you can go home ya know . . . I mean to your old home, till you think things over for as long as you want."
He reassured her.
Bulma looked at Vegeta and shook her head,
"I just want to be alone for a while, and it'll help."
Vegeta hesitated,
"You want to stay in here alone, cause there are more comfortable rooms in the house."
He told her.
Bulma stood up.
Vegeta looked up and watched Bulma brush past him. She walked straight for the tunnel that headed to the bedroom. Vegeta wanted to go after her but thought that it was best to stay where he was. * * *
Goku and piccolo listened for Goten to tell them where he felt the power coming from. Seeing as he was the only one that knew what that force felt like. They stopped at a hill. Goten was holding Goku back,
"It's stopped."
Goten told Piccolo.
Goku looked up at Piccolo,
"I guess we've found our kidnapper then,"
He said floating down to the ground. Goku started searching for places that someone could have hidden themselves and Bulma.
Goten heard his watch beep,
"Daddy, it's awmost dinner time!"
Goten exclaimed.
Goku rubbed his stomach and leaned against the cliff part of the hill,
"As much as I'd love to eat right now, we have to keep looking."
He told Goten.
Piccolo floated down, his legs and arms crossed.
"I can sense something from inside that hill, but, I can't seem to find any way to get in."
Goten started skipping around the hill, when he came back to Piccolo and Goku talking he stopped,
"Maybe dey made a tingy to make da hill disappwear."
He suggested.
Piccolo nodded,
"That is possible, but how would someone or something be able to make that hill strong enough to let Goku lean against it?"
Piccolo asked to no-one.
Goku blinked,
"What do you mean to let me lean against it?!"
Goten laughed,
"Well ya do eat a wot daddy!"
He exclaimed.
Goku noogied Goten's head,
"Watch your mouth kid."
Piccolo looked down,
"It is possible that they could have stopped here and changed their power, or changed the way their power was used to make their trail leave."
He told Goten.
Goten laughed,
"No ones as smart as you . . . two."
He said. He added that last part as he remembered that his dad was standing there. Goten smiled and pulled a capsule from his pocket. He threw it to the ground and ran into the cloud of smoke.
Goku and Piccolo stared as a little house appeared.
Goten came walking out with food piled on his small arms. He dumped some on the ground beside his dad them went running back into the house. Piccolo watched Goten walk up to him with a bunch of water bottles in his hands. Then wrapped by his tail was a paper bag. Goten dumped it before piccolo and tossed the bag over his head,
"I wemembewed dat you onwy need watta to survwive but I got some snacks dat you could have to!"
Piccolo took the bag from the air.
Goten ran back into the small house, he pulled out a large pile of food for himself and dug in.
Goku stared at the food beside him,
"When did you get that capsule!?"
He asked.
Goten smiled, chocolate covering his lips and cheeks,
"Bulma made it for me, she said that I eat soooooooooooo much that I'm bound to get hungry some time."
Goku nodded,
"Maybe I should get one too. It could help when I'm out training for too long!"
Goku dug into his food.
Piccolo looked into the bag, little chocolate bars sat in it. Piccolo looked up at Goten,
"What nutritional value do these give?"
He asked sternly.
"Huh?"
Goten muttered as he packed one into his mouth.
"Oh, it has chocowate, dat's about all!"
He told Piccolo.
Piccolo unwrapped the chocolate bar and packed it into his mouth. He began chewing it.
Goten and Goku looked at him as they ate, their eyes peering at him.
Piccolo swallowed and groaned in his throat.
"It . . . as you would say tastes good . . . I 'will' eat the rest."
He told them.
Goten smiled in satisfaction. * * *
Bulma walked into the bedroom and opened the door to the closet. She pulled away the clothes and took out the first pair of pajama's she saw, she slipped them on and looked around. She walked into a wall on the side of the room and appeared in another room. Bulma looked at the hot tub and then to the mirror above the sink, she stared at her long blue hair,
"I should cut it short again. It's beginning to get annoying like this."
She murmured.
Vegeta put the chickens into the oven and looked up, he could hear Bulma muttering something,
"Bulma! Are you alright?!"
He called.
Bulma looked up,
"Oh! Yah sure, I'm, fine!"
She called.
Vegeta looked back down to the oven and poked the chickens in.
Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. She opened a drawer beside the sink, a pair of scissors stared up at her. Bulma thought for a second,
"Hey Vegeta!"
She called.
Vegeta looked up,
"What is it!?"
Bulma sighed,
"Do you like my hair like this or the way it was before!?"
She asked.
Vegeta cocked an eye brow,
"I like your hair however you like it Bulma."
He called out.
Bulma sighed and cocked her head,
"Kay, Thanks!"
She called.
Vegeta started chopping up carrots.
Bulma shut the drawer,
'Next time,'
She thought to herself. Bulma took two chopsticks from her pocket,
'I remember Vegeta buying these for me just before . . . he died.'
Bulma thought. She walked back into the bedroom, she looked at the bed and sat down on it. She spread her hands on it and laid back. She looked up at the roof, memories flashed through her head. Bulma rolled over and pulled the thick blankets from the top, then crawled under them. She pulled them up to her chin and pulled her legs up to he chest, then closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Vegeta pulled the food from the oven and set it out onto two plates. He took them and walked to the bedroom. He stood at the doorway of the room and looked at the sheets that were ruffled up around Bulma. Vegeta walked to the dresser on the side of the room and set the plates down,
"Hey Bulma, dinners ready."
He told her.
Bulma groaned and turned in the sheets. Vegeta looked back at her,
"Common, get up, you'll never get better if you don't tough it up."
He reassured.
Bulma sat up and brushed her hair from her face. Vegeta walked to the bed and held his hand out to her, she stared at it, then looked up at Vegeta.
Vegeta shrugged and turned around, as his hand lowered it to his side he felt something tug on it. He turned his head back and Bulma clutched his hand. Vegeta held back a joyful smile and pulled Bulma up. Bulma stood beside Vegeta, she looked over to the food laid out. Vegeta stepped over to the dresser and lifted Bulma's plate,
"This is for you, if you want any more there's some more in the kitchen I can get for you."
He told her.
Bulma took the plate and backed up to the bed, she sat down and slowly began eating it. Vegeta pulled up at chair and leaned back on it, flipping his feet up to the dresser; he pulled out a magazine and flipped through it as he chomped on his food. Bulma stared down at her plate, then stood up. Vegeta glanced at it,
"Ya want any more?"
he asked.
Bulma stared into the tunnel and walked down it.
Vegeta leaned his chair back to watch her go,
"Bulma?"
he asked. Bulma just kept walking. Vegeta's eyes went wide and he felt himself falling back. He closed his eyes as his back slammed against the chair that slammed and broke against the floor. He looked up to see Bulma looking down on him,
"You shouldn't lean back so far."
She told him, then she walked back down the tunnel. Vegeta picked himself up and pulled the chair back together with some easily found powers.
Bulma walked back in with some salad on her plate.
Vegeta looked at the plate cautiously,
"Salad?"
he asked. Bulma looked at the plate as she sat back down,
"Yah, I'm on a diet."
She told him.
Vegeta looked at Bulma,
"You don't need to go on a diet, you're as skinny as a toothpick."
Bulma smiled half heartedly.
Vegeta smirked,
"I got a smile outta ya, well, it's a start."
He murmured.
Bulma ate the salad and walked to the dresser, putting the plate down.
Vegeta flipped through the magazine.
"Vegeta, Why would they do that to me, if they loved me enough they would have let me let me grieve my own way?"
she asked him.
Vegeta put the magazine down and looked up at Bulma,
"You shouldn't be thinking that they did it for a bad reason. How would you have reacted if that dumb ass Katerate died and chichi cried for weeks. You wouldn't have gone to the extreme of taking her memories away but you would do something wouldn't you?"
he asked.
Bulma pondered that for a second,
"I guess I would."
Vegeta nodded,
"And I don't know how much you remember but can't you remember how hard they tried to make you feel better?"
he asked.
Bulma sat beside Vegeta's feet and rested her heels on a drawer's handle,
"Yah, I guess they had no choice."
She murmured.
Vegeta set his feet down and rested the bottom of his arms on his knee's, he reached one hand up and put his index finger under Bulma's chin,
"Don't worry, they did it because they cared enough to do it, not because of anything else."
He reassured.
Bulma sighed and rested her hands on the dresser,
"I just don't know what to think right now, and from my old life to the one I was living this morning. What happened to me?"
she asked.
Vegeta looked confused,
"Nothing happened to you,"
he informed.
Bulma gave a weak laugh,
"You'd think so wouldn't you?"
Suddenly fear rushed through Bulma's face and she jumped off the dresser,
"Trunks!"
she yelled.
Bulma looked at Vegeta,
"I need to get home; Trunks, Goten!"
she said putting her hands up threw her hair.
Vegeta looked up,
"Whose Trunks?"
he asked.
Bulma started pacing,
"How do I get out of here . . . well even if I do get out I wouldn't be able to get there fast enough, Vegeta, I need to get home before something happens!"
she yelled.
Authors note Vegeta doesn't know about Trunks in my story, he never had a clue. When I started this fic on my home computer, I was only just barely cluing in to Raditz. Anything that would happen in the future was told to me in bits and pieces, I'm trying to fix the chapters more to the shows time line but in some places, it's kinda hard to do.