Disclaimer: I mean what is the point of this anyway? Just to lower my self
esteem? So what if I say I own the show? I OWN THE SHOW!! What now, huh?
Really, can they really sue me if I said that I own McDonalds? Could they
sue me if I said I invented the microwave? Could they sue me if I say that
I came up the idea of the crimper? What the HFIL makes DBZ so special huh?
Who the HFIL died and made them king huh? I know my rights!! I have the
freedom of speech and I'm gonna use it! That's right I own the whole ****
show!!
Disclaimer for the disclaimer: What I said before was just venting. Please don't sue me. Please?
Copywrite: I would like to take the time to have it known that I invented the disclaimer for the disclaimer. And if anyone uses the disclaimer for the disclaimer without writing a disclaimer for the disclaimer for the disclaimer will be slapped with a big fat juicy lawsuit. Because I own it!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I own something so there!!!
HellRaiser: I'm sad cuz my bestestester bud is on lock down until school starts. FREE JASMINE!!!!! I'm gonna rock a blue bandana everyday until the release her from the custody of her parents and let her go shopping with us! FREE J-DUBB!!!
Chapter 8
Chichi was getting slightly worried. She hadn't seen 18 since they sparred yesterday. It was like she just disappeared. No one seemed to know where she went. 18 hadn't even told Bulma. She cracked the door of 18's room. "Hello? 18? It's me Chichi." No answer. She walked in. Everything seemed in order. She was in the middle of looking around when she came across a piece of paper taped to her mirror. Chichi snatched it off and read it.
Chi and Bulma, Sorry, but I must leave in a hurry. One of my friends in the village needs me. I'll be back soon. Don't worry.
18
Chichi eyed the paper skeptically. It was in 18's handwriting. She would have to give the note to Bulma for further inspection. She was too busy poking around 18's room to notice that she forgot that 18 never says she was sorry about anything.
))()(
Vegeta was doing push ups with one finger in 30x Taimersa's gravity when the message came. "Hey Vegeta this is Bulma, I need to see you its important." When he looked up the message was over. He thought her voice sounded strange but it was over too fast to tell. He was about to leave when he stopped. This could be a trap.
He walked back to the intercom and retraced the call. It had an unknown location. If the call had really come from Bulma then it could have been easy to trace. This was definitely a trap. Vegeta looked around, he was getting that itchy feeling. The feeling he got when he was not quite alone. A ki blast came straight to the window. But it only cracked the eight inch thick reinforced tempered glass. He smirked, if they thought they were going to get in here with that weak crap they had another thing coming.
Vegeta felt the itch again, but this time it was in the back of his head. Somehow the feeling worried him. It felt like it was coming from overhead. He looked up to see a large blue ki blast ripping through the steel roof and heading right towards him.
)()(
Chichi handed the note to Bulma. "It looks like she wrote it but something about it seems suspicious."
Bulma read over the note and nodded. "Yes it is, considering that she had never even been to the village." She slipped the paper into her breastplate. "I've got to go."
"Where are you going?"
She wanted to tell her the truth but you never know when someone could be listening in. "Nowhere important." Bulma walked out with a little nagging feeling. Could it be guilt? She broke out laughing. Yeah right, she never felt bad about a single thing in her whole life. Maybe something was going to happen? Oh great now she was a physic. What was wrong with her? Maybe it was something she ate. Yes that was it. When she went back to her rooms she would have to make a detour to pay a visit to the cook. That would make her feel better.
Bulma walked out into the garden causally. But the nagging feeling got worse. Her instincts told her something was not right. She sped up. The princess stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the clearing. The gravity machine was no more. In its place was dust and rubble. That took her years to come up the schematics alone! And now it was destroyed within three days! A part of her mourned for it. It was her baby after all. Her best invent yet didn't make it past the prototype.
Then an after thought in the back of her mind whispered to her. Vegeta, what about Vegeta? Oh yeah, he was in there wasn't he? She stood there, weighing her options. Bulma did not relish the thought of digging through machine parts to find a person she really didn't care for. She thought about calling a servant to do it for her but quickly squashed that idea. This whole gravity machine was suppose to be secret. And servants gossip way too much. She could always kill the servant. That was a good idea, but she didn't have time to wait for one to get there. Bulma had to see if he was alive. It would do no good for him to die now. He would just have to wait until after he killed Frieza.
Bulma flew over to the pile of steel and concrete. She blasted her way to the bottom, trying to lock in on Vegeta's energy. By the time she found him she had cuts and bruises and would had to get a shot for any diseases she might have acquired. He had better have one foot in the grave for the crap she went through trying to look for him. HFIL he had better be on his last breath.
Vegeta's left eye cracked open slightly. "Woman." His eye closed and his head fell back.
Bulma picked him up and flew toward the palace. On the way she searched for almost fatal wounds that had better have been there or there would be hell to pay. Vegeta had a gash on his forehead, six broken ribs, both his legs were broken, and his right hand was fractured in so many places she was not able to count them all by the time she reached the med bay.
"Get out of my way you idiotic fools!" She pushed past the doctors to the restricted area in the back. Bulma had requested it because all of her healing inventions were taking up too much space in her lab. The princess had not invented them for the greater good but so that she could heal faster so she could train some more.
She tapped her foot as the door scanned her body. It was time consuming but necessary. The primitive everyday iris scans and finger prints was too easy to get past. Bulma walked through the door straight to her most prized invention, the rejuvenation tank. Yes, that was another one of her babies. It could heal the half dead in less than a week. The only problem is that it hadn't been tested yet. Yet being the operative word. She dumped the prince in and hooked him up the computer. She pressed a few buttons and stood back to watch the tank fill with a bluish green liquid.
Getting tired of this activity quickly, Bulma walked out the door and sealed it shut. "Don't just stand there, go get me seven of the best guards we have! NOW!" She rubbed her temples as all the doctors scurried out of the room. *They* were supposed to be geniuses? As soon as Vegeta was heal she would have them all killed and hire some new more efficient medical personal. She didn't want witnesses of Vegeta's injury to be left alive, and she never really like them and had always wanted a reason to get rid of them.
Bulma walked over to the intercom. "Chichi?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you down here to watch the guards that are going to watch my medic room. You know how idiotic those guards are."
"I'll be right there."
Bulma was glad that she was together. Chichi was the most emotional out of the three of them. 18 had been like the sister Chichi had never had and like the sister Bulma wished she had. If only there was a why to track her down. She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. Duh, just locate her ki you idiot! Bulma closed her eyes. When she sensed ki it was it colors. Chichi's ki was violet, 18 was red, Vegeta was black, Kakarot was orange and Krillin was burgundy. But not everyone sensed ki that way. Some was through emotions and some through feeling. She reached out as her mind went across oceans and mountains, finally ending up in space.
Her eyes snapped open. If 18's ki was in space then that meant only one thing. She was on Cooler's ship that was orbiting Taimersa. That little lizard!!! She took some deep breaths, trying to calm down. She would have to think this through if she ever wanted to see 18 again.
Bulma walked toward her rooms. She was more at ease knowing Chichi was there watching Vegeta. She was only person she trusted, besides 18. She sat down her bed and looked her book Vegeta had given her. Bulma supposed she trusted him too, a little, for now. As soon as this whole Frieza thing was over she was sure all this 'ridiculous' feelings would go away. Whatever those feelings were.
She really hadn't gotten past the part where Rose had dressed up like the Lieutenant's brother to convince him to convince the king to get him to marry the noblewoman instead of her. Bulma grinned, what an ingenious plan. If only she could think about a plan to get 18 back..
Of course it was so obivious, the answer was right in front of her face!
)()(
Cooler tapped his nails on the armrest of his chair. Finally that little piece of metal was out of the way. He had thought that that building in the middle of the forest was strange. And when Vegeta had left if considerably stronger than he was when he had walked in, he knew it was strange. That building had to be destroyed and there was no way around it. He had originally sent a lackey to do the job for him but he was too weak. So he killed him and did the job himself. Now that that was out of the way he could turn all his attention to his perfect little plan.
HellRaiser: I might not post any new chappies for a while cuz my sister is going to college (*does a little dance* I finally got rid of her. I thought she would never leave) in NY. Nine hours away!!! WHOOOOOOO!!! But unfortunately I will have to go with them to drop her off. Nine ****ing hours in the back seat with Sparky. ****, this sux. I will have to stay in a hotel for four days while she moves in. Who the ****ing HFIL takes four mother****ing days to move in?! I don't even need to go! I could have said my farewells over the phone!! And add the flies to this piece of **** I had to attend a freshmen parents reception. Why the HFIL do I need to go? Does it look like I'm her mother? I will be the only person there that is a teen. And it's for TWO **** hours. What the HFIL? I should just stay in my hotel room. But no, they can't trust me? What the HFIL am I gonna do in a hotel room by myself in a strange place? I don't even like people so I wouldn't invite anyone over. I wouldn't order room service because that's always when the psycho ax murder comes. I wouldn't roam the halls because you never no when a child molester in around. I'm too **** paranoid to do anything! I just want my ***** privacy!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Disclaimer for the disclaimer: What I said before was just venting. Please don't sue me. Please?
Copywrite: I would like to take the time to have it known that I invented the disclaimer for the disclaimer. And if anyone uses the disclaimer for the disclaimer without writing a disclaimer for the disclaimer for the disclaimer will be slapped with a big fat juicy lawsuit. Because I own it!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I own something so there!!!
HellRaiser: I'm sad cuz my bestestester bud is on lock down until school starts. FREE JASMINE!!!!! I'm gonna rock a blue bandana everyday until the release her from the custody of her parents and let her go shopping with us! FREE J-DUBB!!!
Chapter 8
Chichi was getting slightly worried. She hadn't seen 18 since they sparred yesterday. It was like she just disappeared. No one seemed to know where she went. 18 hadn't even told Bulma. She cracked the door of 18's room. "Hello? 18? It's me Chichi." No answer. She walked in. Everything seemed in order. She was in the middle of looking around when she came across a piece of paper taped to her mirror. Chichi snatched it off and read it.
Chi and Bulma, Sorry, but I must leave in a hurry. One of my friends in the village needs me. I'll be back soon. Don't worry.
18
Chichi eyed the paper skeptically. It was in 18's handwriting. She would have to give the note to Bulma for further inspection. She was too busy poking around 18's room to notice that she forgot that 18 never says she was sorry about anything.
))()(
Vegeta was doing push ups with one finger in 30x Taimersa's gravity when the message came. "Hey Vegeta this is Bulma, I need to see you its important." When he looked up the message was over. He thought her voice sounded strange but it was over too fast to tell. He was about to leave when he stopped. This could be a trap.
He walked back to the intercom and retraced the call. It had an unknown location. If the call had really come from Bulma then it could have been easy to trace. This was definitely a trap. Vegeta looked around, he was getting that itchy feeling. The feeling he got when he was not quite alone. A ki blast came straight to the window. But it only cracked the eight inch thick reinforced tempered glass. He smirked, if they thought they were going to get in here with that weak crap they had another thing coming.
Vegeta felt the itch again, but this time it was in the back of his head. Somehow the feeling worried him. It felt like it was coming from overhead. He looked up to see a large blue ki blast ripping through the steel roof and heading right towards him.
)()(
Chichi handed the note to Bulma. "It looks like she wrote it but something about it seems suspicious."
Bulma read over the note and nodded. "Yes it is, considering that she had never even been to the village." She slipped the paper into her breastplate. "I've got to go."
"Where are you going?"
She wanted to tell her the truth but you never know when someone could be listening in. "Nowhere important." Bulma walked out with a little nagging feeling. Could it be guilt? She broke out laughing. Yeah right, she never felt bad about a single thing in her whole life. Maybe something was going to happen? Oh great now she was a physic. What was wrong with her? Maybe it was something she ate. Yes that was it. When she went back to her rooms she would have to make a detour to pay a visit to the cook. That would make her feel better.
Bulma walked out into the garden causally. But the nagging feeling got worse. Her instincts told her something was not right. She sped up. The princess stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the clearing. The gravity machine was no more. In its place was dust and rubble. That took her years to come up the schematics alone! And now it was destroyed within three days! A part of her mourned for it. It was her baby after all. Her best invent yet didn't make it past the prototype.
Then an after thought in the back of her mind whispered to her. Vegeta, what about Vegeta? Oh yeah, he was in there wasn't he? She stood there, weighing her options. Bulma did not relish the thought of digging through machine parts to find a person she really didn't care for. She thought about calling a servant to do it for her but quickly squashed that idea. This whole gravity machine was suppose to be secret. And servants gossip way too much. She could always kill the servant. That was a good idea, but she didn't have time to wait for one to get there. Bulma had to see if he was alive. It would do no good for him to die now. He would just have to wait until after he killed Frieza.
Bulma flew over to the pile of steel and concrete. She blasted her way to the bottom, trying to lock in on Vegeta's energy. By the time she found him she had cuts and bruises and would had to get a shot for any diseases she might have acquired. He had better have one foot in the grave for the crap she went through trying to look for him. HFIL he had better be on his last breath.
Vegeta's left eye cracked open slightly. "Woman." His eye closed and his head fell back.
Bulma picked him up and flew toward the palace. On the way she searched for almost fatal wounds that had better have been there or there would be hell to pay. Vegeta had a gash on his forehead, six broken ribs, both his legs were broken, and his right hand was fractured in so many places she was not able to count them all by the time she reached the med bay.
"Get out of my way you idiotic fools!" She pushed past the doctors to the restricted area in the back. Bulma had requested it because all of her healing inventions were taking up too much space in her lab. The princess had not invented them for the greater good but so that she could heal faster so she could train some more.
She tapped her foot as the door scanned her body. It was time consuming but necessary. The primitive everyday iris scans and finger prints was too easy to get past. Bulma walked through the door straight to her most prized invention, the rejuvenation tank. Yes, that was another one of her babies. It could heal the half dead in less than a week. The only problem is that it hadn't been tested yet. Yet being the operative word. She dumped the prince in and hooked him up the computer. She pressed a few buttons and stood back to watch the tank fill with a bluish green liquid.
Getting tired of this activity quickly, Bulma walked out the door and sealed it shut. "Don't just stand there, go get me seven of the best guards we have! NOW!" She rubbed her temples as all the doctors scurried out of the room. *They* were supposed to be geniuses? As soon as Vegeta was heal she would have them all killed and hire some new more efficient medical personal. She didn't want witnesses of Vegeta's injury to be left alive, and she never really like them and had always wanted a reason to get rid of them.
Bulma walked over to the intercom. "Chichi?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you down here to watch the guards that are going to watch my medic room. You know how idiotic those guards are."
"I'll be right there."
Bulma was glad that she was together. Chichi was the most emotional out of the three of them. 18 had been like the sister Chichi had never had and like the sister Bulma wished she had. If only there was a why to track her down. She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. Duh, just locate her ki you idiot! Bulma closed her eyes. When she sensed ki it was it colors. Chichi's ki was violet, 18 was red, Vegeta was black, Kakarot was orange and Krillin was burgundy. But not everyone sensed ki that way. Some was through emotions and some through feeling. She reached out as her mind went across oceans and mountains, finally ending up in space.
Her eyes snapped open. If 18's ki was in space then that meant only one thing. She was on Cooler's ship that was orbiting Taimersa. That little lizard!!! She took some deep breaths, trying to calm down. She would have to think this through if she ever wanted to see 18 again.
Bulma walked toward her rooms. She was more at ease knowing Chichi was there watching Vegeta. She was only person she trusted, besides 18. She sat down her bed and looked her book Vegeta had given her. Bulma supposed she trusted him too, a little, for now. As soon as this whole Frieza thing was over she was sure all this 'ridiculous' feelings would go away. Whatever those feelings were.
She really hadn't gotten past the part where Rose had dressed up like the Lieutenant's brother to convince him to convince the king to get him to marry the noblewoman instead of her. Bulma grinned, what an ingenious plan. If only she could think about a plan to get 18 back..
Of course it was so obivious, the answer was right in front of her face!
)()(
Cooler tapped his nails on the armrest of his chair. Finally that little piece of metal was out of the way. He had thought that that building in the middle of the forest was strange. And when Vegeta had left if considerably stronger than he was when he had walked in, he knew it was strange. That building had to be destroyed and there was no way around it. He had originally sent a lackey to do the job for him but he was too weak. So he killed him and did the job himself. Now that that was out of the way he could turn all his attention to his perfect little plan.
HellRaiser: I might not post any new chappies for a while cuz my sister is going to college (*does a little dance* I finally got rid of her. I thought she would never leave) in NY. Nine hours away!!! WHOOOOOOO!!! But unfortunately I will have to go with them to drop her off. Nine ****ing hours in the back seat with Sparky. ****, this sux. I will have to stay in a hotel for four days while she moves in. Who the ****ing HFIL takes four mother****ing days to move in?! I don't even need to go! I could have said my farewells over the phone!! And add the flies to this piece of **** I had to attend a freshmen parents reception. Why the HFIL do I need to go? Does it look like I'm her mother? I will be the only person there that is a teen. And it's for TWO **** hours. What the HFIL? I should just stay in my hotel room. But no, they can't trust me? What the HFIL am I gonna do in a hotel room by myself in a strange place? I don't even like people so I wouldn't invite anyone over. I wouldn't order room service because that's always when the psycho ax murder comes. I wouldn't roam the halls because you never no when a child molester in around. I'm too **** paranoid to do anything! I just want my ***** privacy!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!