His eyes, glazed with an eerie dead-like appearance to them, show no sign
of emotion or life for that matter. Slowly he rises without a second
glance, heading towards CC.
A half crazed with grief Bulma is working on the time Machine while thinking to herself, 'What has gotten into Trunks lately? All he does is fight those androids day and night without stop. I swear, if that boy doesn't come home one day after a fight, I'll laugh so hard. I keep telling the idiot that he has no chance of beating them, but he and his friend Gohan just keep persisting. OH, I think that's the little runt now, he's late.. And most likely didn't get what he went out to get for me! I'll kill him...'
Bulma comes upstairs out of her lab, mallet in hand. She turns the corner to see the living room, in pieces. Everything is smashed or turned over. Slowly, she makes her way to the kitchen, to see if the person who did all this was there.
"W-who is there? Show yourself now, if you did this Trunks I'll-" A cold hand quickly had made its way to her neck while she was talking and now had her in a death grip, slowly killing her. A cruel laugh fills her ears, humored by her struggling in vain to break free. Beads of cold sweat are forming at her brow from trying to break free. Then the attacker puts his other hand to the back of her head and starts to form a kii blast, while doing so he begins to talk to her. "You don't know how much I have wanted to do this to you all my life. All the pain, suffering and grief you put me through.. all the physical and mental abuse you put upon me. Now you will pay the ultimate price, death. I hope you rot in hell, bitch." Will that a beam of energy explodes in his palm, blowing her up splattering blood everywhere.
A half crazed with grief Bulma is working on the time Machine while thinking to herself, 'What has gotten into Trunks lately? All he does is fight those androids day and night without stop. I swear, if that boy doesn't come home one day after a fight, I'll laugh so hard. I keep telling the idiot that he has no chance of beating them, but he and his friend Gohan just keep persisting. OH, I think that's the little runt now, he's late.. And most likely didn't get what he went out to get for me! I'll kill him...'
Bulma comes upstairs out of her lab, mallet in hand. She turns the corner to see the living room, in pieces. Everything is smashed or turned over. Slowly, she makes her way to the kitchen, to see if the person who did all this was there.
"W-who is there? Show yourself now, if you did this Trunks I'll-" A cold hand quickly had made its way to her neck while she was talking and now had her in a death grip, slowly killing her. A cruel laugh fills her ears, humored by her struggling in vain to break free. Beads of cold sweat are forming at her brow from trying to break free. Then the attacker puts his other hand to the back of her head and starts to form a kii blast, while doing so he begins to talk to her. "You don't know how much I have wanted to do this to you all my life. All the pain, suffering and grief you put me through.. all the physical and mental abuse you put upon me. Now you will pay the ultimate price, death. I hope you rot in hell, bitch." Will that a beam of energy explodes in his palm, blowing her up splattering blood everywhere.