Chapter Fourteen: The Delivery

Fishing her house keys out of her purse, Bulma unlocked the front door and walked into the house, her mind set on finding the phone and calling Vegeta as soon as possible.

She was in a good mood - Vegeta hadn't cheated on her! She could get back together with him, they could be happy again (happy meaning always yelling at each other and arguing) and it would erase the gloom and silence that seemed to fill the house since the fight.

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Clarice grinned as she tore the large, metal crate open, the purple light showing from within it filling her with energy.

"God," muttered Dryphus, who was filing her nails. "I really don't know why you'd be so willing to give that to them, it took you years to find it-"

"And I really never had a use for it, did I?"

"You don't have a use for the one your father found either," retorted Dryphus.

"I'm keeping that one for sentimental reasons."

Dryphus gave a loud snort, then watched Clarice as she lifted the large object that'd been contained in the metal box.

It was the "goodbye gift" she'd asked Mason to send to her - it'd arrived pretty quickly, to her delight; she didn't want to have to stay on the planet longer than she had to and get her comrades suspicious.

"People would kill their own children to have even one of those, you have two, and you're just giving one of them away. You're either crazy, insanely generous, or don't know the worth of that friggin' stone."

"Or maybe," said Clarice, apparently adding to Dryphus' list, "I just want to do something nice-"

"He should be doing something nice for you!" said Dryphus said, her face in a strange look of disgust. 'You don't owe him anything."

Clarice turned around, as though she were considering what Dryphus'd said.

"I want them to have it. In case he gets home-sick."

Having made her point, she turned back to another large box, this one made of bronze. She lifted the large object, another wave of energy surging through her from the mere closeness of it, and set it gently into the box.

"So anyway," said Dryphus, resuming her nail filing, "Are you going to try and find the others?"

"No," sighed Clarice, taking a large, black object off of the table, which slightly resembled a VCR. The object was about the size of a couch cushion and had a large, glass circle in the middle of it. The front of it sloped downward, and on the diagonal panel was a red button, a yellow button, and a green button.

"S'a shame," muttered Dryphus, shaking her head in mock sadness.

Clarice gave a half-fake chuckle and set the black object in the bronze box beside the purple item (which was about the size of a large a mini-fridge, resulting in a very big box).

"...I can't deliver this personally," said Clarice suddenly, frowning. "We have to go to the... what do humans call it...? Post office," she said, frowning. A look of disgust suddenly formed on her face.

"Ooooh, that thing'll give 'em a hard time," said Dryphus, grinning. "I wonder how long it'll take to even get to Vegeta."

Clarice's frown deepened. "That was just what I was thinking...." she whispered, shutting the box with a quiet CLANG.

Dryphus chuckled, shaking her head. "It's a sign," she began, taking out a tiny compact mirror and touching up her deep blue lipstick, "that you shouldn't go through with this."

"I don't give up that easily," muttered Clarice, throwing on her black leather jacket. "I can't deliver this personally, he'd make too much of a fuss about it... I'm going to have to do half of this by myself."

Dryphus took her makeup bag out and put her lipstick back in it before taking out another small, compact mirror and refreshing her blush. "I had to say the same thing when I was with Bud."

Clarice laughed and shook her head, grabbing the box and picking it up as if it weighed about the same as a feather.

"These capsule things are nifty," she said suddenly, encapsulating the box. Even though it was about a thousandth of it's size, the box still weighed down the capsule.

Shrugging, she shoved it into her pocket and opened the circular door of the large ship, where it was hidden yet again in the jungle.

"I'll be back in about an hour," said Clarice before leaping from the doorway and taking off into the night, the door rolling shut behind her.

Dryphus sighed and shook her head sadly. She stood up and stretched, a slight groan escaping her lips.

"Psycho," she whispered to herself, then sucked her teeth in disapproval.

Well, there ya go. It sucked, but it's leading you through the story, and that's all that matters.

~Valerie G.2-chan