Hmm. Well now we know what they're doing
Let's check in on Bulma
(Do I really have to say this ever chapter. Oh well I don't own DBZ. Like you hadn't figured that one out already.)
Bulma sat before the blank mirror, confusion and disgust written on her face. She had no idea how long it had been since Luriy had disappeared into the mirror: days, weeks, minutes. Time seemed to have halted. She refused to leave the room hoping that the mirror would show her what was happening with her family. Only a faint light showed.
"Oh, come on you stupid mirror why won't you show me what's happening," she pleaded.
"Because staring at the same people day in and day out gets boring."
Bulma lurched back in surprise," Who said that."
"I did girly," Bulma looked around frightened," the mirror. The only other thing in this room."
"That's impossible. You shouldn't be able to talk."
"Right. I shouldn't be able to show you your family but I've done that." The voice snorted," In case you've forgotten I'm a Magic mirror. In other words I don't do normal stuff. Sheesh, for a world class genius your not very bright."
Bulma's look became indignant. Her eyes once more took up a light that was neither despair or lifeless. Standing up, she drew her full height before the mirror. Hands clutching at her full skirt, her bare feet digging into the stone floor. She glared daggers at the mirror, pursing her lips in anger.
"Don't even think about braking me," the voice warned," if you do you'll never see what's happening to your family." The voice turned smug," Besides, it's seven years bad luck, and I think you've had enough of that lately."
"How would you know what's happening to my family," she accused.
"Hello, magic mirror. I see what ever I wish to see. I can watch people as well as showing them to you." It's tone took on a gloating quality," I can do just about anything. Anything at all."
"You can't leave here," Bulma said quietly, backing down slightly," that's got to be pretty lonely."
There was a small pause before the mirror hissed," I wasn't before. I had all sorts of things to talk to before you ever came here."
Bulma blinked, taken aback by its harsh tone. Biting her lip, her grasped blindly at a memory triggered by its words, but to no avail the thought flittered away as quickly as it had come.
"What do you mean," she asked hoping to root out the memory once more.
"This is what I mean you stupid thing."
The surface of the mirror began to shine, too brightly. Bulma forced her head away, her eyes watering in pain. The wind picked up beating at her, causing her to step backward to regain her balance.
When the wind had died down she hesitantly look at the mirror only to stumble back in horror. The image on the surface was a room of mirrors. Broken panes of glass, shattered frames littered the floors and circular walls. Spider webs hung like lace over everything. A chandler lay smashed on the floor, torn bits of tile and crystal scattered around it.
'It looks so familiar," she whispered.
"It should. Those broken frames are all that remain of my friends. The ones I loved, the ones I spent my whole existents with." The voice became reminiscent," We were happy once. We showed him and the others what ever they wished. It was all good, innocent and pure."
"What happened?"
"You happened. You came and you changed everything. At first I was like everyone else thinking you were sweet gentle and kind, but I know better now." The mirrors' voice was harsh. It's tone dripped with blame." We were all awake the day you ran away crying. We saw him try and go after you but you had already locked your mirror behind you. It was the first to go when he lost it. "
"I can still hear their screams of agony as he destroyed them one by one. He ruined our home. I barely made it alive. He was about to smash me when he came back to his senses." The voice continued," I wish he hadn't spared me. He dragged me from my place and settled me here in this room. He was the only one of the others who came to see me and all he ever wanted to see was you."
"Were now the only ones in this entire place. I know he destroyed the others thinking they were the reasons you left. For that I despise you. Every time I saw you I prayed that you would be killed." The voice was venomous." Why did you leave. Why did you lock the mirror behind you. If you had let him through none of this would have happened. We would have gone on like before. It's all your fault."
"I don't remember," Bulma grabbed her head, shaking it back and forth violently," I can't remember."
"You remember, you have to remember. Tell me."
"I don't know."
"Then I'll make you remember."
There was a flash of light and she saw a patch of white before her feet. Bulma crumpled to her knees, reaching for it.
It was a tiny baby's gown. The delicate lace was lovingly embroidered on it, the fabric hand stitched together. Bulma gasped, clutching the dress to her chest and began to cry. She fell forward at the waist, her tears splashing on the stones.
"Tell me."
"No, no it's not true. It's not real. It was just a dream, a terrible, horrible dream." She whispered." Please don't let it be real."
Please tell me what you think about this new dilemma.
Let's check in on Bulma
(Do I really have to say this ever chapter. Oh well I don't own DBZ. Like you hadn't figured that one out already.)
Bulma sat before the blank mirror, confusion and disgust written on her face. She had no idea how long it had been since Luriy had disappeared into the mirror: days, weeks, minutes. Time seemed to have halted. She refused to leave the room hoping that the mirror would show her what was happening with her family. Only a faint light showed.
"Oh, come on you stupid mirror why won't you show me what's happening," she pleaded.
"Because staring at the same people day in and day out gets boring."
Bulma lurched back in surprise," Who said that."
"I did girly," Bulma looked around frightened," the mirror. The only other thing in this room."
"That's impossible. You shouldn't be able to talk."
"Right. I shouldn't be able to show you your family but I've done that." The voice snorted," In case you've forgotten I'm a Magic mirror. In other words I don't do normal stuff. Sheesh, for a world class genius your not very bright."
Bulma's look became indignant. Her eyes once more took up a light that was neither despair or lifeless. Standing up, she drew her full height before the mirror. Hands clutching at her full skirt, her bare feet digging into the stone floor. She glared daggers at the mirror, pursing her lips in anger.
"Don't even think about braking me," the voice warned," if you do you'll never see what's happening to your family." The voice turned smug," Besides, it's seven years bad luck, and I think you've had enough of that lately."
"How would you know what's happening to my family," she accused.
"Hello, magic mirror. I see what ever I wish to see. I can watch people as well as showing them to you." It's tone took on a gloating quality," I can do just about anything. Anything at all."
"You can't leave here," Bulma said quietly, backing down slightly," that's got to be pretty lonely."
There was a small pause before the mirror hissed," I wasn't before. I had all sorts of things to talk to before you ever came here."
Bulma blinked, taken aback by its harsh tone. Biting her lip, her grasped blindly at a memory triggered by its words, but to no avail the thought flittered away as quickly as it had come.
"What do you mean," she asked hoping to root out the memory once more.
"This is what I mean you stupid thing."
The surface of the mirror began to shine, too brightly. Bulma forced her head away, her eyes watering in pain. The wind picked up beating at her, causing her to step backward to regain her balance.
When the wind had died down she hesitantly look at the mirror only to stumble back in horror. The image on the surface was a room of mirrors. Broken panes of glass, shattered frames littered the floors and circular walls. Spider webs hung like lace over everything. A chandler lay smashed on the floor, torn bits of tile and crystal scattered around it.
'It looks so familiar," she whispered.
"It should. Those broken frames are all that remain of my friends. The ones I loved, the ones I spent my whole existents with." The voice became reminiscent," We were happy once. We showed him and the others what ever they wished. It was all good, innocent and pure."
"What happened?"
"You happened. You came and you changed everything. At first I was like everyone else thinking you were sweet gentle and kind, but I know better now." The mirrors' voice was harsh. It's tone dripped with blame." We were all awake the day you ran away crying. We saw him try and go after you but you had already locked your mirror behind you. It was the first to go when he lost it. "
"I can still hear their screams of agony as he destroyed them one by one. He ruined our home. I barely made it alive. He was about to smash me when he came back to his senses." The voice continued," I wish he hadn't spared me. He dragged me from my place and settled me here in this room. He was the only one of the others who came to see me and all he ever wanted to see was you."
"Were now the only ones in this entire place. I know he destroyed the others thinking they were the reasons you left. For that I despise you. Every time I saw you I prayed that you would be killed." The voice was venomous." Why did you leave. Why did you lock the mirror behind you. If you had let him through none of this would have happened. We would have gone on like before. It's all your fault."
"I don't remember," Bulma grabbed her head, shaking it back and forth violently," I can't remember."
"You remember, you have to remember. Tell me."
"I don't know."
"Then I'll make you remember."
There was a flash of light and she saw a patch of white before her feet. Bulma crumpled to her knees, reaching for it.
It was a tiny baby's gown. The delicate lace was lovingly embroidered on it, the fabric hand stitched together. Bulma gasped, clutching the dress to her chest and began to cry. She fell forward at the waist, her tears splashing on the stones.
"Tell me."
"No, no it's not true. It's not real. It was just a dream, a terrible, horrible dream." She whispered." Please don't let it be real."
Please tell me what you think about this new dilemma.