Trapped
by Strawberrychan
Chapter Two: Dragonballs
Bulma Briefs, a 16 year old teenager, drove her car in the middle of nowhere. She was looking at some sort of strange watch-necklace-thingy. It was green and she pressed a button on the side twice. Something zoomed in closer on the screen and a light green dot was seen over the dark green backround of it.
She "hmm" -ed about something before taking out her map to see where she was. But Bulma didn't think that somebody was out here because this seemed like the middle of no where. So she held the map in front of her window, not bothering to look where she was driving.
The teen had sky-blue hair that went a few inches past her shoulders, her eyes were blue, and she was skinny. Her name was on the front of her shirt. She was a very pretty girl, but she had been pretty spoiled in her life. She looked about 5'4 and would probably grow a few more inches..
Suddenly, the car hit something and it toppled over. Bulma let out a small curse before she looked out the open window which now turned upwards towards the bright blue sky. She saw a young boy about the age of 12 laying against the tree. Her eyes widened.
"I hit a little boy!" she muttered worriedly.
Suprisingly, the boy jumped up and rubbed his aching head. Bulma gaped. This kid just survived getting hit by a car going at 40 miles per hour and only getting a headache. She saw a fish laying 10 feet away from the kid. The fish, however, looked dead. The boy took out a defensive stance.
"I'll get you for that, you monster! No one tries to steal my fish," the boy said angrily.
The strange boy charged at the car.
"Wait! I'm not a monster!" Bulma yelled.
"Huh?" the kid stopped in his tracks. He poked the car with interest. "You can talk, monster? Wow."
Bulma supressed the urge to hit him over the head at his stupidity.
"I'm not a monster," Bulma said again as she struggled and finally got out of the car.
"Hey, did the monster eat you and spit you back out?" the boy asked her.
"NO! I'm a human being," Bulma explained. "And haven't you ever heard of a car?"
"A car? What's a car?"
"It's this thing, and it isn't a monster," Bulma said.
Goku narrowed his eyes suspiciously at it. "But it tried taking my fish!"
"Look, kid," Bulma said.
She took out a small capsule and threw it on the ground. It was another car. Goku's eyes widened in disbelief and he took a fighting stance at her. Bulma quickly put the one that had crashed into Goku, back into a capsule.
"You're a witch!" Goku accused.
"I'm not a witch!! Don't you know about technology? Cars, computers, phones, anything?"
"Er, no, I don't think so."
"Well, I can assure you I'm not a witch."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Uhm, okay then," he dropped out of his stance.
"Who are you?" Bulma asked.
"My name is Goku. Who are you?"
"You have a weird name," Bulma said. "My name's Bulma."
"My name isn't weird, yours is!"
"It is not!"
"Is to!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
They both stopped bickering as the air went silent for a few seconds. Goku circled her and then went closer. He ended up pulling up a little of her skirt. She shrieked and hit him over the head.
"You little pervert!" Bulma yelled.
"I was only trying to see if you had a tail," Goku explained as he rubbed his head.
"A tail? Why would I have a tail?" she gave him a confused look.
"Everybody has a tail," Goku said in a "duh" tone.
"No they - you have a tail?!" Bulma gasped as she saw a furry appendage waving beside him.
"You're strange," Goku said.
"I think you're the strange one, kid," Bulma said.
Goku slung his fish over his back.
"Do you wanna go to my house?" Goku asked.
~He might have the dragonball~ she thought. ~I guess it wouldn't hurt~
"Sure," Bulma said.
***
An orange sphere in the middle of a room glowed brightly every other second. As the door to the house opened the light leaked in and reflected upon the sphere. Bulma and Goku walked in, and Goku looked directly at the four-star ball. Bulma's gaze was set upon the rest of the house. She was rather amazed that someone could actually live without technology.
"Hey, Grandpa," Goku said as he bowed before the ball.
As Goku got up he heard a suprised gasp come from his guest. She came up next to him and stared at the orange sphere with happiness on her face.
"Grandpa, why are you glowing like that?" Goku asked it.
"Kid, do you know what that is?" Bulma said.
"It's my grandpa," Goku answered.
"It's a dragonball!" Bulma said as she pulled out twoother balls with different amount of stars.
"More grandpa?!" Goku exclaimed.
"What are you talking about? That can't be your grandpa," Bulma said.
A sadness fell over Goku's normal cheerful face.
"Well, my grandpa gave me it before he died," Goku said quietly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Bulma gave him a look of sympathy. Goku's happy look returned.
"That's okay! So, what's a dra...dragonball?" he asked thoughtfully.
"All of these are dragonballs. Each one has a different amount of stars in them. There are seven in all. And if you gather all of them you can be granted any wish you want! And this is a dragon radar," she said as she took off the watch-necklace thing from around her neck. "It shows me where all of them are. Isn't it cool?!"
/Anything you want.../ her voice echoed in his head.
Something else in his head woke up at the moment she had said all of this. And it wasn't good.
*Anything you want, Goku. Anything...* his own voice said in his head.
He remembered that voice. Goku grit his teeth angrily.
^Leave me alone!^ Goku yelled at it mentally.
*Why don't you look for the dragonballs by yourself and get rid of this annoying girl? You could have power, fortune, everything in the universe. The world could be at your fingertips, Goku! Look at the oppurtunity. Do something!*
^I don't want anything! Leave me alone! Leave me alone-^
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Goku shouted aloud. Bulma jumped, startled.
"Are you alright, kid?" Bulma asked softly as she lightly touched his shoulder.
Goku flinched, and Bulma drew back her hand with a frown.
"Look, you'd better leave," Goku said sadly.
"But before I do...can I have your dragonball? Please?" Bulma pleaded.
"No," Goku said.
"I'll make you a deal," Bulma offered. "You can still keep your four-star ball, but you can travel with me and keep it in your pocket or something. Right after I use it you can have it back."
Goku pondered it.
"And," she added, "wouldn't it be good getting out of your little, er, hut and taking a look out on the world? Try something new."
"Well, maybe...okay, sure. It sounds fun!" Goku grinned at the thought of an adventure.
"Great!" Bulma said happily.
And their Dragonball adventures began. On their journey they made a lot of friends, enemies, and had the quest of a lifetime. The voice, Kakarott, wasn't even heard from, but one day, Kakarott would come out again. Eight years later...
**
S-chan: Hey, ppl! What's up? Don't worry, it'll get more interesting soon. An for your sake and mine, please review. The next chapter is going to be the DBZ reunion.
To my Reviewers:
Pdestiny: You're my first reviewer! And that would be awesome if they created a DBZ special on Kakarott and Goku! I agree, Kakarott would be a lot like Turles, but stronger. That would be freakin' awesome! I know I said it before, but I just have to say it again. And thank you so so so much for reviewing.
Neko Youkai Night Fire: I love your pen name! And thanks for reviewing! ^_^
**Preview of next Chapter:
He clutched his head in pain as he fell to the ground. Bulma rushed over to him.
"Bulma, RUN!" Goku screamed through his pain. "RUN! GO NOW!!"
"I'm not leaving you," Bulma refused.
"You...just...please...run!" Goku cried.
He clenched his fists on the ground and yelled in pain once again. The voice that had bugged him was taking over and Goku was powerless to stop it. Then, he blacked out.**
Chapter Two: Dragonballs
Bulma Briefs, a 16 year old teenager, drove her car in the middle of nowhere. She was looking at some sort of strange watch-necklace-thingy. It was green and she pressed a button on the side twice. Something zoomed in closer on the screen and a light green dot was seen over the dark green backround of it.
She "hmm" -ed about something before taking out her map to see where she was. But Bulma didn't think that somebody was out here because this seemed like the middle of no where. So she held the map in front of her window, not bothering to look where she was driving.
The teen had sky-blue hair that went a few inches past her shoulders, her eyes were blue, and she was skinny. Her name was on the front of her shirt. She was a very pretty girl, but she had been pretty spoiled in her life. She looked about 5'4 and would probably grow a few more inches..
Suddenly, the car hit something and it toppled over. Bulma let out a small curse before she looked out the open window which now turned upwards towards the bright blue sky. She saw a young boy about the age of 12 laying against the tree. Her eyes widened.
"I hit a little boy!" she muttered worriedly.
Suprisingly, the boy jumped up and rubbed his aching head. Bulma gaped. This kid just survived getting hit by a car going at 40 miles per hour and only getting a headache. She saw a fish laying 10 feet away from the kid. The fish, however, looked dead. The boy took out a defensive stance.
"I'll get you for that, you monster! No one tries to steal my fish," the boy said angrily.
The strange boy charged at the car.
"Wait! I'm not a monster!" Bulma yelled.
"Huh?" the kid stopped in his tracks. He poked the car with interest. "You can talk, monster? Wow."
Bulma supressed the urge to hit him over the head at his stupidity.
"I'm not a monster," Bulma said again as she struggled and finally got out of the car.
"Hey, did the monster eat you and spit you back out?" the boy asked her.
"NO! I'm a human being," Bulma explained. "And haven't you ever heard of a car?"
"A car? What's a car?"
"It's this thing, and it isn't a monster," Bulma said.
Goku narrowed his eyes suspiciously at it. "But it tried taking my fish!"
"Look, kid," Bulma said.
She took out a small capsule and threw it on the ground. It was another car. Goku's eyes widened in disbelief and he took a fighting stance at her. Bulma quickly put the one that had crashed into Goku, back into a capsule.
"You're a witch!" Goku accused.
"I'm not a witch!! Don't you know about technology? Cars, computers, phones, anything?"
"Er, no, I don't think so."
"Well, I can assure you I'm not a witch."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Uhm, okay then," he dropped out of his stance.
"Who are you?" Bulma asked.
"My name is Goku. Who are you?"
"You have a weird name," Bulma said. "My name's Bulma."
"My name isn't weird, yours is!"
"It is not!"
"Is to!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
They both stopped bickering as the air went silent for a few seconds. Goku circled her and then went closer. He ended up pulling up a little of her skirt. She shrieked and hit him over the head.
"You little pervert!" Bulma yelled.
"I was only trying to see if you had a tail," Goku explained as he rubbed his head.
"A tail? Why would I have a tail?" she gave him a confused look.
"Everybody has a tail," Goku said in a "duh" tone.
"No they - you have a tail?!" Bulma gasped as she saw a furry appendage waving beside him.
"You're strange," Goku said.
"I think you're the strange one, kid," Bulma said.
Goku slung his fish over his back.
"Do you wanna go to my house?" Goku asked.
~He might have the dragonball~ she thought. ~I guess it wouldn't hurt~
"Sure," Bulma said.
***
An orange sphere in the middle of a room glowed brightly every other second. As the door to the house opened the light leaked in and reflected upon the sphere. Bulma and Goku walked in, and Goku looked directly at the four-star ball. Bulma's gaze was set upon the rest of the house. She was rather amazed that someone could actually live without technology.
"Hey, Grandpa," Goku said as he bowed before the ball.
As Goku got up he heard a suprised gasp come from his guest. She came up next to him and stared at the orange sphere with happiness on her face.
"Grandpa, why are you glowing like that?" Goku asked it.
"Kid, do you know what that is?" Bulma said.
"It's my grandpa," Goku answered.
"It's a dragonball!" Bulma said as she pulled out twoother balls with different amount of stars.
"More grandpa?!" Goku exclaimed.
"What are you talking about? That can't be your grandpa," Bulma said.
A sadness fell over Goku's normal cheerful face.
"Well, my grandpa gave me it before he died," Goku said quietly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Bulma gave him a look of sympathy. Goku's happy look returned.
"That's okay! So, what's a dra...dragonball?" he asked thoughtfully.
"All of these are dragonballs. Each one has a different amount of stars in them. There are seven in all. And if you gather all of them you can be granted any wish you want! And this is a dragon radar," she said as she took off the watch-necklace thing from around her neck. "It shows me where all of them are. Isn't it cool?!"
/Anything you want.../ her voice echoed in his head.
Something else in his head woke up at the moment she had said all of this. And it wasn't good.
*Anything you want, Goku. Anything...* his own voice said in his head.
He remembered that voice. Goku grit his teeth angrily.
^Leave me alone!^ Goku yelled at it mentally.
*Why don't you look for the dragonballs by yourself and get rid of this annoying girl? You could have power, fortune, everything in the universe. The world could be at your fingertips, Goku! Look at the oppurtunity. Do something!*
^I don't want anything! Leave me alone! Leave me alone-^
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Goku shouted aloud. Bulma jumped, startled.
"Are you alright, kid?" Bulma asked softly as she lightly touched his shoulder.
Goku flinched, and Bulma drew back her hand with a frown.
"Look, you'd better leave," Goku said sadly.
"But before I do...can I have your dragonball? Please?" Bulma pleaded.
"No," Goku said.
"I'll make you a deal," Bulma offered. "You can still keep your four-star ball, but you can travel with me and keep it in your pocket or something. Right after I use it you can have it back."
Goku pondered it.
"And," she added, "wouldn't it be good getting out of your little, er, hut and taking a look out on the world? Try something new."
"Well, maybe...okay, sure. It sounds fun!" Goku grinned at the thought of an adventure.
"Great!" Bulma said happily.
And their Dragonball adventures began. On their journey they made a lot of friends, enemies, and had the quest of a lifetime. The voice, Kakarott, wasn't even heard from, but one day, Kakarott would come out again. Eight years later...
**
S-chan: Hey, ppl! What's up? Don't worry, it'll get more interesting soon. An for your sake and mine, please review. The next chapter is going to be the DBZ reunion.
To my Reviewers:
Pdestiny: You're my first reviewer! And that would be awesome if they created a DBZ special on Kakarott and Goku! I agree, Kakarott would be a lot like Turles, but stronger. That would be freakin' awesome! I know I said it before, but I just have to say it again. And thank you so so so much for reviewing.
Neko Youkai Night Fire: I love your pen name! And thanks for reviewing! ^_^
**Preview of next Chapter:
He clutched his head in pain as he fell to the ground. Bulma rushed over to him.
"Bulma, RUN!" Goku screamed through his pain. "RUN! GO NOW!!"
"I'm not leaving you," Bulma refused.
"You...just...please...run!" Goku cried.
He clenched his fists on the ground and yelled in pain once again. The voice that had bugged him was taking over and Goku was powerless to stop it. Then, he blacked out.**