Dende walked up to her slowly, still unsure about her.
"Hi Bulma. You came here for sunzu beans? Korin should be in his normal spot on the tower."
"I'm not here for senzu beans. I'm here for the Dragonballs."
Her eyes were cold. She had a hardness to her that Dende wasn't used to. She recked of pain and angush.
"Excuse me? Did you say the Dragonballs?"
"Yes. I want to make a wish on them."
Dende was in a fix. The Dragonballs were being saved if the evil took out one of his friends but he didn't want to let on that an evil was even coming, to keep the evil from putting defences against his tracking.
"Um, were going to use them soon ourselves. Were just waiting for King Yama to give us the okay for it."
"Your lying." She said bluntly.
Dende looked even more worried now. He need a scapegoat, and fast.
"Why do you want the Dragonballs?"
"Why should you care? The dragonballs are free to everyone if you can find them. We went through hell on Namek, Dende, but that was a long time ago. The Nameks abandoned us. They ran like cowards when the andriods came. They could have helped. They could have wished back Picallo, but they didn't. They ran and we were lefted to die. I didn't hate them at first, I didn't have time to hate. I watched as my friends were picked off one after anouther. First Picallo, then Yamcha, then Tien and Chousu. Then.....then..... Vegeta. Krillen was the last one. They attacked Capsule Corp. I ran with Trunks. I heard krillen scream as my feet left my home. Gohan found us. Trunks didn't cry. He knew as a baby, a cry ment they heard you. I saw the body of my last friend lying on the ground. It's still etched into my mind. THEY BURNED HIS EYES OUT! I was alone. No more partys. No more happy days. Chi-chi, Gohan, Ox King, my parents and my son. But we were still not safe. Never safe from them. My mother died coming home. They thought it would be fun to blow up the building she was in. My dad.... he died of the stress. Gohan..... he died of his heroism. Trunks was lucky. He could use that pain to become a powerful super sayian. But I can't. I'm only human. I'm human on the outside but a mass of pain and hatred within. I've waited too long in the chard, broken world of the future. It's my turn to show rage. Now, Get OUt of my WAYYYY!"
She threw Dende out of the way and dashed for the dragonballs on Mr. Popo's carpet. Mr. popo couldn't react in time. Her eyes were pure rage and anger as she grabed the Dragonball from his care. Dende looked in horror as she ran for the nearby white post, ready to smash it.
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Trunks flew on, determined to find his mother. He had already been to Kame house but she hadn't been there. It was both a blessing and a curse. He desided it was a long shot but would try it anyway. Dende has a bird's eye view to the planet, maybe he could find her. As he shot up the side of the tower he heard an angry voice yell. He instantly went Super Sayian and charged up. Something was up, something bad. He grabed the edge of the tower and spun forward, shotting himself across the lookout. He saw his mother running, then what she had in her hand.
"MOM NOOOOO!"
Dende cringed, he couldn't watch the dragonball be destoryed.
"Trunks! Let go of me!"
Dende opened his eyes and was stuned. Trunks had Bulma around her waist and one hand safely around the dragonball.
"No! I'm not leting go until you tell me what's going on."
"I.......I....I can't.....Trunks, I....."
Bumla colapsed from mental exaustion.Trunks took the dragonball from her hands and Mr. Popo came to claim it. Dende huried away with Mr. Popo to find a safer place to keep the dragonballs. Trunks scooped up Bulma and levetated into the air. For the first time in a long time, he was truely scared.
"Hi Bulma. You came here for sunzu beans? Korin should be in his normal spot on the tower."
"I'm not here for senzu beans. I'm here for the Dragonballs."
Her eyes were cold. She had a hardness to her that Dende wasn't used to. She recked of pain and angush.
"Excuse me? Did you say the Dragonballs?"
"Yes. I want to make a wish on them."
Dende was in a fix. The Dragonballs were being saved if the evil took out one of his friends but he didn't want to let on that an evil was even coming, to keep the evil from putting defences against his tracking.
"Um, were going to use them soon ourselves. Were just waiting for King Yama to give us the okay for it."
"Your lying." She said bluntly.
Dende looked even more worried now. He need a scapegoat, and fast.
"Why do you want the Dragonballs?"
"Why should you care? The dragonballs are free to everyone if you can find them. We went through hell on Namek, Dende, but that was a long time ago. The Nameks abandoned us. They ran like cowards when the andriods came. They could have helped. They could have wished back Picallo, but they didn't. They ran and we were lefted to die. I didn't hate them at first, I didn't have time to hate. I watched as my friends were picked off one after anouther. First Picallo, then Yamcha, then Tien and Chousu. Then.....then..... Vegeta. Krillen was the last one. They attacked Capsule Corp. I ran with Trunks. I heard krillen scream as my feet left my home. Gohan found us. Trunks didn't cry. He knew as a baby, a cry ment they heard you. I saw the body of my last friend lying on the ground. It's still etched into my mind. THEY BURNED HIS EYES OUT! I was alone. No more partys. No more happy days. Chi-chi, Gohan, Ox King, my parents and my son. But we were still not safe. Never safe from them. My mother died coming home. They thought it would be fun to blow up the building she was in. My dad.... he died of the stress. Gohan..... he died of his heroism. Trunks was lucky. He could use that pain to become a powerful super sayian. But I can't. I'm only human. I'm human on the outside but a mass of pain and hatred within. I've waited too long in the chard, broken world of the future. It's my turn to show rage. Now, Get OUt of my WAYYYY!"
She threw Dende out of the way and dashed for the dragonballs on Mr. Popo's carpet. Mr. popo couldn't react in time. Her eyes were pure rage and anger as she grabed the Dragonball from his care. Dende looked in horror as she ran for the nearby white post, ready to smash it.
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Trunks flew on, determined to find his mother. He had already been to Kame house but she hadn't been there. It was both a blessing and a curse. He desided it was a long shot but would try it anyway. Dende has a bird's eye view to the planet, maybe he could find her. As he shot up the side of the tower he heard an angry voice yell. He instantly went Super Sayian and charged up. Something was up, something bad. He grabed the edge of the tower and spun forward, shotting himself across the lookout. He saw his mother running, then what she had in her hand.
"MOM NOOOOO!"
Dende cringed, he couldn't watch the dragonball be destoryed.
"Trunks! Let go of me!"
Dende opened his eyes and was stuned. Trunks had Bulma around her waist and one hand safely around the dragonball.
"No! I'm not leting go until you tell me what's going on."
"I.......I....I can't.....Trunks, I....."
Bumla colapsed from mental exaustion.Trunks took the dragonball from her hands and Mr. Popo came to claim it. Dende huried away with Mr. Popo to find a safer place to keep the dragonballs. Trunks scooped up Bulma and levetated into the air. For the first time in a long time, he was truely scared.