18 was given the vague impression of how a cowboy felt when riding a bucking bronco. Holding onto Bulma for dear life they crashed into many things, liquids splashed over them both and she cringed at how long it would take to get this stuff out of her hair and clothes. She liked this shirt! But she could get Bulma back for this later, right now she had to get her friend to come to her senses. She didn't know what had set the woman off but she hoped this was a one-time fluke.
Bulma didn't know what had happened. One moment she had been tearing into 17 the next 18 had her pinned. "Wh-wha-what happened?" She stuttered feeling suddenly exhausted.
"You nearly killed Goku." Before Bulma could react she was informed of her actions. But the time the blond had finished she was near tears. Shaking with repressed sobs she let looked around at the destruction she had just caused. How could she nearly have murdered her father and brother? What had happened to her? Clutching the hand to 18 she followed the android to her family. Both looked equally worried and slightly frightened, but not of her but rather for her.
"I-I-I don't know." She began throat closing up as she spoke. But she didn't need to say anything. Before she could get out whatever she had been trying to say her brother swept her into his arms.
That was it, the dam broke and she let all her repressed fears out. Sobbing she let loose all she had held in since her last big cry. Somehow she still wished that it was Vegeta holding her but then it was overran by the fear that she had nearly slaughtered her baby brother. She gasped slightly when a hand began to stroke her hair. Looking up she saw that it was her father. Forgetting that he didn't know that she was his daughter. (She doesn't know he knows for those of you who have forgotten.)
Baradock had been pacing back and forth. How could his son just sit there? Little did he know Goku had gone into a trans to spar in the third dimension like he often had when bed ridden and unable to move. And who had that blond been. True she must have been strong to even hold on to Azkuzty. Shaking his head he had to remind himself that she was not the daughter he had named. But Bulma, the woman a pair of weaklings had raised. But he had to admit, even if she wasn't what was usually defined as a Sayain woman she had turned out more than he had ever dreamed of. Hell she was mated to the prince! He even wondered if it was a bond. Closing his eyes he couldn't help but be awed at the fact his daughter had reached super Sayain. His daughter, a fourth class baby. One who he had fought and pulled strings to even be allowed to live. Her being female had saved her, girls were rare in births and no matter how weak they were usually mated. She had achieved so much, and he had the notion she didn't even know what had happened to her. Most likely when she came to her senses that she would be terrified about what she had almost done. Oh the poor girl, he had known her long enough to know she cherished her family above even her own life, and that her heart was as tender as they came. He stopped running a hole in the floor when Kakkarrot came out of his trance. Looking to the door he saw the blond walking in holding the palm of his daughter. She tried to speak but before she could get it out his son was holding her. Her sobs cut through his years of being trained at being emotionless. His daughter needed to know that what had happened had been beyond her control. Raising his hand he tentatively stroked her hair. She looked up at him surprised before diving into his arms leaving the ones she had just been in. After a moment he heard her soft apologies between her sobs. Looking up he saw the back of the mysterious woman leaving the room. He would attend to her later right now Azkuzty needed him.
Weeks later Bulma was smiling. It turned out she had done something only one other had done before. 'And now I can kick Vegeta's ass.' She thought gleefully, though in reality she knew he had more battle experience than she ever would before he had even hit puberty. Looking out to the obis of space she scowled. Nightmares had been plaguing her nights. Some girl, not much younger than herself, and a Sayain, usually when Bulma dreamt of her the girl was beaten and unconscious, that or cursing up a storm. Bulma had noticed her to be Sayain. 18 had gone off to see that Chi-Chi and the others didn't worry too much. But that didn't stop her thoughts of the mystery girl from her nights. Odd, how whenever she overcame one problem it wasn't long before she had to face another. 'Really can't I ever get a break?!' She cursed mentally feeling the familiar anger of unfairness surround her, one that she had been in and out of since her teens. Sighing she rested her head against the cool glass. With her newfound power her memories had resurfaced. She had not turned Super Sayain with the battle on 17's ship. But rather that was how she had destroyed Gero's lab. 'If I could have harnessed that earlier I might still be home.' What she didn't know was that she had far more to face in the near future. And that this brief time given to her that she spent mulling over her thoughts was the only bit of rest she would receive for a time.
SORRY I know I haven't written this in a long time. But I have a terribly damn for writing this fic right now. I KNOW its not my best work but I am SURE it will go away soon. I hope. Oh well hope you enjoyed what little I had. Please review.
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