Identity Crisis
by Badiyannu
a.n// Lookie, lookie! I'm writing DBZ again!!! Yay! I'm glad to convert back to my starter anime which inspired me to love anime. I will always be a loyal fan to Dragonball. *bows* Anyhoo, it's B/V (of course) and a drama- ish/romance. Haha, I don't make sense, huh? Well, I'll let ya go now because I wanna start the story before I go to bed. ^.^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters such as Vegeta, Gohan, Trunks.... do I have to say it? Do I HAVE TO?! .....Oh, alright! I.... don't own...Goku... THERE! I said it! *runs away, sobbing*
()()()
"Ooh!...Wow!...I love it!"
The woman gushed over her new hairdo. The salon had washed it thoroughly, making it feel extra silky, and cut it in layers with a Farrah Faucette flip. She thought she looked stunning. Anxiety took over- she couldn't wait to see what HE thought.
Confidently, she glided over to the front desk and paid in cash for the pricy haircut. Now, she needed a tan and a new wardrobe to go with the hair.
The woman walked down the busy street, almost arrogantly, with her stiletto heels clicking with each step. She always loved the way that sounded. Especially in school when she'd walk down the halls, boys drooling over her. Wistfully, she sighed; that was so long ago.
After many hours of picking out clothes and a soothing tan, the woman made her way home, turning the corner at 2nd and 3rd. Walking was much better than using the air car because there wasn't any traffic to worry about.
Suddenly, a small beeping was heard coming from the woman's purse. She rolled her eyes, knowingly, and aimlessly dug through her purse, searching for the small flip-phone. She didn't even see the oncoming brick, dropped from the back of a dumptruck.
OOF! She fell to the ground, clutching her head where the brick had hit. Instantly, she was unconcious.
()()()
"...are you okay?..."
"...oh my! You're bleeding!"
"...Somebody call an ambulance!..."
The woman gradually sat up, and rubbed her head where an aching pain was racking in her brain. As she lowered her hand, she caught that it was blood- stained and bruised. She must have landed on her hand when she fell.
Wearily, she glanced up and squinted against the beating sun. A small crowd of people was gathered around her, looking deeply concerned.
"Ah! You're Bulma Brief! We had better get you back to Capsule Corp!" a man exclaimed, helping her up. She couldn't clearly understand the man because she was feeling dizzy but she nodded in thanks.
A young woman dabbed her head where it was bleeding and she winced. It didn't hurt that bad anymore, surprisingly, but it was going to be bruised. The young woman latched onto her arm and helped her into the back of a nearby taxi.
The man who had helped her earlier, looked down at the taxi driver and smiled, "Get her to Capsule Corp. ASAP."
As the door slammed, the taxi driver sped off into traffic.
Before unconciousness could contain her again, the woman glanced down at herself.
"Who am I?"
()()()
a.n// Cliffy! Well, I'll go now, cuz I gotta use da potty! REVIEW!!!
-_-u...
by Badiyannu
a.n// Lookie, lookie! I'm writing DBZ again!!! Yay! I'm glad to convert back to my starter anime which inspired me to love anime. I will always be a loyal fan to Dragonball. *bows* Anyhoo, it's B/V (of course) and a drama- ish/romance. Haha, I don't make sense, huh? Well, I'll let ya go now because I wanna start the story before I go to bed. ^.^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters such as Vegeta, Gohan, Trunks.... do I have to say it? Do I HAVE TO?! .....Oh, alright! I.... don't own...Goku... THERE! I said it! *runs away, sobbing*
()()()
"Ooh!...Wow!...I love it!"
The woman gushed over her new hairdo. The salon had washed it thoroughly, making it feel extra silky, and cut it in layers with a Farrah Faucette flip. She thought she looked stunning. Anxiety took over- she couldn't wait to see what HE thought.
Confidently, she glided over to the front desk and paid in cash for the pricy haircut. Now, she needed a tan and a new wardrobe to go with the hair.
The woman walked down the busy street, almost arrogantly, with her stiletto heels clicking with each step. She always loved the way that sounded. Especially in school when she'd walk down the halls, boys drooling over her. Wistfully, she sighed; that was so long ago.
After many hours of picking out clothes and a soothing tan, the woman made her way home, turning the corner at 2nd and 3rd. Walking was much better than using the air car because there wasn't any traffic to worry about.
Suddenly, a small beeping was heard coming from the woman's purse. She rolled her eyes, knowingly, and aimlessly dug through her purse, searching for the small flip-phone. She didn't even see the oncoming brick, dropped from the back of a dumptruck.
OOF! She fell to the ground, clutching her head where the brick had hit. Instantly, she was unconcious.
()()()
"...are you okay?..."
"...oh my! You're bleeding!"
"...Somebody call an ambulance!..."
The woman gradually sat up, and rubbed her head where an aching pain was racking in her brain. As she lowered her hand, she caught that it was blood- stained and bruised. She must have landed on her hand when she fell.
Wearily, she glanced up and squinted against the beating sun. A small crowd of people was gathered around her, looking deeply concerned.
"Ah! You're Bulma Brief! We had better get you back to Capsule Corp!" a man exclaimed, helping her up. She couldn't clearly understand the man because she was feeling dizzy but she nodded in thanks.
A young woman dabbed her head where it was bleeding and she winced. It didn't hurt that bad anymore, surprisingly, but it was going to be bruised. The young woman latched onto her arm and helped her into the back of a nearby taxi.
The man who had helped her earlier, looked down at the taxi driver and smiled, "Get her to Capsule Corp. ASAP."
As the door slammed, the taxi driver sped off into traffic.
Before unconciousness could contain her again, the woman glanced down at herself.
"Who am I?"
()()()
a.n// Cliffy! Well, I'll go now, cuz I gotta use da potty! REVIEW!!!
-_-u...