Note: OK. Here is the next chapter! It starts right from where I left off! I'm sorry it took so long to update. It's just that I have like, 5 stories up. 4 or 5. I can't remember. Anywayz, here it is!
By the way, some of the names I make up. I don't know what Bulma's Dad's name was or anything. 1267 was 16 years ago in this story. I know, I know. Bulmaria is so gay. I have no idea what I was high off to come up with that. I was close to 'Bulma' so I stuck with it. Also, I'm not a reporter so please don't flame me for my horrible newspaper skills.
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Vegeta ran to the piloting panel, cursing himself for his stupidity. "Why didn't I be more careful!?" he roared at himself. When he was fighting Berter, he accidentally hit the wall, causing a hole in that room. He managed to seal it up, but the ship was going down.
"Computer! Plot a course for the nearest life sustainable planet, and land at the most advanced technological site there!" he barked. There was a beep and then a button pushing noise.
"The nearest planet is Chikyuu, approximately 24 hours at maximum speed from this point," the computer said. "Now plotting a course."
Vegeta scowled, hoping he would make it in time. He wished at least one person had made it out of that section of this ship. Everyone had been there to fight off Berter. They were sucked out when the hole was made. He was the only survivor.
All he could do was wait and hope he makes it in a day.
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Bulmaria had just finished watching her movie and was now studying for a History exam. She was leafing through her book, not really interested. She already knew the content of the whole book. She's Bulmaria Techlado, daughter of Thomas Techlado. He invented the Hovercar. (Weren't expecting that were you?) She leafed through the book absently.
"This is going nowhere!" she exclaimed, irritated. She stuck the book on the lowest shelf of the library, where she keeps all of her schoolbooks. Her dad funds the school, so she got all the books for each grade. She searched around the library for a book she hadn't read yet. She stumbled upon a Poirot book she hadn't read yet.
"Oh! I love Poirot books!" she exclaimed, taking the book down. It was Postern of Fate. (LOL! I'm reading that!) She accidentally dropped the book as she was climbing down the ladder.
Suddenly, a newspaper article dated December 9th, 1267 floated out of the book down to the floor.
"That's my birthday!" Bulmaria exclaimed. "I've never seen this before," she muttered. "Well, now's the time to read it." She started to read it intently.
A series of deaths occurred at precisely 1:45 this morning. One of the many killed was the infamous Brief's family. The great inventor, Mr. Briefs, was killed in his own home, the Capsule Corps complex. The mother, fleeing the scene with her 5-minute year old daughter, was found and burnt alive by the killers. The forces that claimed responsibility claimed they had come from another planet and that the family had agreed to be put to death in order to save the planet. The daughter, who has yet to be found, has not been announced either live or dead. No body was found, but a few samples from the mother's body indicate a sample of blood, which has been studied recently. Genetics prove that the baby was a female who had blue hair and blue eyes. All close family friends were killed, except from one of Bunny Brief's friends. "She always thought that 'Bulma' was a nice name. She really liked it. I would bet she was going to name her 'Bulma'. More news will be given out shortly.
Bulmaria gasped. Her birthday was the same day. That was uncanny. Her blue hair, blue eyes. That wasn't just coincidence, was it? The resemblance of the name…
She frantically lifted the Poirot book by the spine and shook it, hoping more articles would come out. She was successful. There were three more papers, one a newspaper article and the other two government documents. She grabbed the newspaper article.
Bulma Briefs has today been announced as dead. There was a note from the killers claiming they had disposed of her, and the body was sent to the police department. It has, in fact, been claimed as Bulma Briefs. This terrible news is especially hard on the Techlados. Because of their competition with the Briefs as the most advanced technological family, there have been various claims saying they were the culprits. Though they were close friends of the Briefs, eyes are still turning to them.
Bulma slowly lowered the newspaper and let her eyes roam back and forth (like she was thinking). She then grabbed the legal documents.
This document has been labeled top secret. Bulma Briefs was found at the scene and taken to an F.B.I agency. There, they have taken her to a top-secret location. Because you are now the most advanced technological family, you are now being asked to secretly raise Bulma Briefs as your own child. If she were to be raised by a normal person, her genius would be quite suspicious. If she was your child, it would be expected. There have already been precautions made to ensure that no one knows her true identity, as you have probably read in the newspapers. We to ensure the press did not know of this by producing the note. If you agree, then the child will be given to you at the hospital. Mrs. Techlado will go in as if she was giving birth. The doctors at the hospital will, in fact, be F.B.I. agents. If you do not agree, we ask that you please send these documents back when you enter the hospital. It will then be claimed a miscarriage.
Bulma then looked at the other paper. It was a guardianship paper, with Mr. and Mrs. Techlado's signatures at the end. She folded the papers back up and put them back in the book. A tear streaked down her cheek as she put the book back on the shelf. It was number 1291267. She ran to her room, crying. Her parents weren't her parents, and her parents were dead! She pondered who the murderer was and swore that she would find out one day. She fell asleep crying that night.
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Bulma sat in her laboratory, zoning out. She was still thinking about yesterday, trying to figure out if she should tell her parents, err… the Techlados, that she knew. She decided to keep it a secret. She knew all of this was done for her own safety. She was still pondering when an explosion came from the backyard….
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Muahahah! Actually, I don't know what else to do so I'm just gonna stop b4 I go too far. I know what the error is, so don't tell me. She thought her birthday was on Dec. 9. However, the records would have shown her birthday was after that because it was only after that that Mrs. Techlado went to the hospital. Well, I'll update soon. Remember that I will finish this! So do not despair!!!! It'll just take a while….