Memories Resurfaced Ch.7
Note: Okay, now is the time for votes. For those of you who do not know what I'm talking about, keep reading this note, which is probably all of you. I'm glad all of the people who have reviewed this story have liked it; it is time some of you got mean, and yes, I am talking about flames. I want you to tell me your honest opinion of this story. Send them to the review box, okay? Okay. If I get good reviews, I have a special treat when I finish this story, which will probably be a while, but it will be worth it, I promise. Thank you! ^_^
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply, see Chapter 1...
The morning light would have shined brightly on the building that was known as Capsule Corp., but not today. Today, the storm clouds billowed menacingly, threatening to send rain down on the unsuspecting people below. Bulma Brief was awakened to the earsplitting thunderclap of the clouds.
She sat up with a start covered in cold sweat.
'Man, what a dream.' She thought. Her memories drifted back to only a few seconds before she was awakened.
**Dream**
She was standing in the middle of a room, not just any room, but a black one. Nevertheless, she still wasn't sure if it was not just a dark abyss that had swallowed her whole. There was no light to be found, but she could see perfectly well, much like a cat. Her silky pink pajamas and her bare feet, her blue hair that hung over her shoulders, and her soft hands. Everything was visible. But how could there be nothing? Where was she?
She backed away a few feet, in hopes of finding a logical explanation to all of the blackness that seemed to wait for her. She walked for a long time, still finding nothing but the same black darkness she had found before. And, after a while, she was ready to give up. The lost woman held her hands to her face, and began to shed tears.
Suddenly, as though light enveloped her for comforting only her, she felt strong arms hold her close to a hard-as-rock-but-soft-skinned chest. Her first reaction was Yamcha. Could it be Yamcha? No, it wasn't him; Yamcha's hold was stern and cold. These arms, however, were strong but held her so gently.
After waiting a while in this gentle embrace, Bulma turned around to see this angel of a man, if any. It startled her to find out that the man that gave her the comforting hold was none other than Vegeta himself.
His eyes stared at her with a passion, as though they were for Bulma and only Bulma. But, they didn't hold the cold look that they normally had. His eyes were full longing, as if he had been waiting his whole life for this.
He turned her around softly and brushed aside some hair from her face. Then he stared at her face again. This time, however, he looked sad, as though there was something he wanted to tell her.
Suddenly, the blackness seemed to cave in, and Bulma found herself on some deserted planet with a blood red sky.
Vegeta let go of Bulma and beckoned her to follow him, she agreed. The walk wasn't too diffucult, despite the hard terrain, it was quite easy. After a while, they arrived at a huge building. The tall, menacing, towers insisted that the place was a prison. However, the clean outlook told otherwise.
In a flash, they were inside. The hallway they walked down looked clean, and was a ghostly white, reminded Bulma of a hospital, but it wasn't. It smelled of death, and blood.
After a little walking, Vegeta stopped in front of a room. Somewhere along the way, they had gone down some stairs, and the scenery almost convinced Bulma it was, indeed, a prison. What scared Bulma was that the room Vegeta stopped in front of had steel bars.
Vegeta stared at Bulma with a fearful but brave expression on his face. He motioned Bulma to open the door.
With a shaky hand, Bulma reached for the handle and opened the door. She peeked inside and looked around.
It looked like a science lab and a Dentist office at the same time. It startled her to find that, indeed, a person was strapped to a table in the middle of the 'prison cell'.
She slowly stepped inside and looked at the man. Only, this wasn't a man, it was a child. A peculiar looking child, to be more precise. And he looked...scared. As she stepped closer to the table, the boy's features became more visible. He had hair that stood straight into the air, with only a few bangs that hung over his forehead. Despite the boy's permanent scowl, he did, indeed, look frightened. He was wearing what looked like Saiyan armor with the casual blue spandex under it. There was an odd-looking symbol on his left hand, it reminded Bulma of a cat eye. He was bleeding on his stomach; it was a gaping wound that stared right back at Bulma. However, he didn't seem to notice this much. He didn't, in fact, look like he noticed Bulma either.
Bulma was interrupted from her observation thinking when the door to the prison opened up. And revealed a man in a lab coat with half-moon spectacles that seemed to ease the cold, soulless look that the eyes held beneath. He smirked evilly and stared at the boy menacingly.
The boy stared back with terror in his eyes. It made Bulma want to hurt the man that was probably behind this entire enigma. He smirked amusingly at the boy and approached him slowly...
*******Enjoy the chapter? I hope so. It took me friggin' forever to do! Well, keep sending the reviews, when I get 25 of them, I will put in a few more chapters. Like I said earlier, give me your honest opinion! ^_~ Ja ne!********
Note: Okay, now is the time for votes. For those of you who do not know what I'm talking about, keep reading this note, which is probably all of you. I'm glad all of the people who have reviewed this story have liked it; it is time some of you got mean, and yes, I am talking about flames. I want you to tell me your honest opinion of this story. Send them to the review box, okay? Okay. If I get good reviews, I have a special treat when I finish this story, which will probably be a while, but it will be worth it, I promise. Thank you! ^_^
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply, see Chapter 1...
The morning light would have shined brightly on the building that was known as Capsule Corp., but not today. Today, the storm clouds billowed menacingly, threatening to send rain down on the unsuspecting people below. Bulma Brief was awakened to the earsplitting thunderclap of the clouds.
She sat up with a start covered in cold sweat.
'Man, what a dream.' She thought. Her memories drifted back to only a few seconds before she was awakened.
**Dream**
She was standing in the middle of a room, not just any room, but a black one. Nevertheless, she still wasn't sure if it was not just a dark abyss that had swallowed her whole. There was no light to be found, but she could see perfectly well, much like a cat. Her silky pink pajamas and her bare feet, her blue hair that hung over her shoulders, and her soft hands. Everything was visible. But how could there be nothing? Where was she?
She backed away a few feet, in hopes of finding a logical explanation to all of the blackness that seemed to wait for her. She walked for a long time, still finding nothing but the same black darkness she had found before. And, after a while, she was ready to give up. The lost woman held her hands to her face, and began to shed tears.
Suddenly, as though light enveloped her for comforting only her, she felt strong arms hold her close to a hard-as-rock-but-soft-skinned chest. Her first reaction was Yamcha. Could it be Yamcha? No, it wasn't him; Yamcha's hold was stern and cold. These arms, however, were strong but held her so gently.
After waiting a while in this gentle embrace, Bulma turned around to see this angel of a man, if any. It startled her to find out that the man that gave her the comforting hold was none other than Vegeta himself.
His eyes stared at her with a passion, as though they were for Bulma and only Bulma. But, they didn't hold the cold look that they normally had. His eyes were full longing, as if he had been waiting his whole life for this.
He turned her around softly and brushed aside some hair from her face. Then he stared at her face again. This time, however, he looked sad, as though there was something he wanted to tell her.
Suddenly, the blackness seemed to cave in, and Bulma found herself on some deserted planet with a blood red sky.
Vegeta let go of Bulma and beckoned her to follow him, she agreed. The walk wasn't too diffucult, despite the hard terrain, it was quite easy. After a while, they arrived at a huge building. The tall, menacing, towers insisted that the place was a prison. However, the clean outlook told otherwise.
In a flash, they were inside. The hallway they walked down looked clean, and was a ghostly white, reminded Bulma of a hospital, but it wasn't. It smelled of death, and blood.
After a little walking, Vegeta stopped in front of a room. Somewhere along the way, they had gone down some stairs, and the scenery almost convinced Bulma it was, indeed, a prison. What scared Bulma was that the room Vegeta stopped in front of had steel bars.
Vegeta stared at Bulma with a fearful but brave expression on his face. He motioned Bulma to open the door.
With a shaky hand, Bulma reached for the handle and opened the door. She peeked inside and looked around.
It looked like a science lab and a Dentist office at the same time. It startled her to find that, indeed, a person was strapped to a table in the middle of the 'prison cell'.
She slowly stepped inside and looked at the man. Only, this wasn't a man, it was a child. A peculiar looking child, to be more precise. And he looked...scared. As she stepped closer to the table, the boy's features became more visible. He had hair that stood straight into the air, with only a few bangs that hung over his forehead. Despite the boy's permanent scowl, he did, indeed, look frightened. He was wearing what looked like Saiyan armor with the casual blue spandex under it. There was an odd-looking symbol on his left hand, it reminded Bulma of a cat eye. He was bleeding on his stomach; it was a gaping wound that stared right back at Bulma. However, he didn't seem to notice this much. He didn't, in fact, look like he noticed Bulma either.
Bulma was interrupted from her observation thinking when the door to the prison opened up. And revealed a man in a lab coat with half-moon spectacles that seemed to ease the cold, soulless look that the eyes held beneath. He smirked evilly and stared at the boy menacingly.
The boy stared back with terror in his eyes. It made Bulma want to hurt the man that was probably behind this entire enigma. He smirked amusingly at the boy and approached him slowly...
*******Enjoy the chapter? I hope so. It took me friggin' forever to do! Well, keep sending the reviews, when I get 25 of them, I will put in a few more chapters. Like I said earlier, give me your honest opinion! ^_~ Ja ne!********