The bed was so soft, and the sheets were thick and warm. It was so
comfortable. Bulma continued to snuggle into the bed closer, but then
something was wrong. She could feel something was wrong. Her eyes fluttered
open and she looked around. She gasped.
She wasn't in her room! This wasn't her bed! The room was wide and tall. There was a window in front of her that reached from the ceiling to the floor, but light blue drapes hung there, blowing inward because of the wind. Bulma saw a glimpse of the sky, and because she did not see light, it was nighttime. But where was she?
Bulma continued to look around and study the room. The room was bigger than her own living room! And it was decorated beautifully. The bed she lied on was a canopy bed, black and shiny, it reminded her of a marble. A pedestal stood on each end, and on each pedestal was a floating jewel as big as her head. It glowed brightly that Bulma had to admire it.
Throwing the blanket aside, Bulma stepped out of bed and noticed she was still wearing her pajamas. Because she was wearing short shorts and her top was a spaghetti strap, the cold hit her bare legs and arms that she had to jump back into the bed under the warm comfortable blanket. You wouldn't have known it was cold if you stayed under the blanket.
Her head drifted to a mirror as tall as she and she gasped. Someone stood behind her in the dark, its eyes glowing cold blue as it stared back at her. She could not see the person but its figure. She spun her head around and then she saw the eyes still looking at her. The person stepped up, and she gasped.
He was tall, maybe 6'5 or 6'6. His hair was shortly spiked and was red as flame. There were two thick bangs that were longer than his hair and stood up straight, slightly forward, and were black. The two thick long black bangs reminded Bulma of horns. He was smiling down at her, and Bulma could see the four sharp fangs glistening. His eyes were malicious, evil, and cold. Bulma noticed his eyes were cold blue, outlined in red. The pupil, which ran down like a straight line, thickening in the middle, but then thinning to the sides, were dark red. His nose was straight and perfect, and so was his smile, regardless of the fangs. Strangely, Bulma felt herself thinking he was handsome. She also noticed on his forehead, there was a black gem stuck to his head shaped like a diamond.
Bulma looked at his body. He was muscular like Goku and Vegeta, but looked even stronger. His arms were folded across his chest in an arrogant stance. He was not wearing any shirt, making him look even stronger if possible. His black pants, held by a gold belt and a black buckle, were baggy but then tucked inside huge combat black boots. All in all, he was hot!
But Bulma was afraid. He wasn't human that was for sure. And why did he kidnap her? Did he kidnap her? What's going on?
She gulped, and the demon chuckled. He walked up to the bed and sat on it. Bulma scooted away from him, but he leaned forward and grabbed her chin. His hands were hard and warm, but he held her firm.
"Such a beautiful creature." He said softly, staring into her blue frightened eyes that was close to tearing any second. His voice was low, but beautifully soft that she relaxed a little. His moved his hand to her cheek, rubbing it softly that Bulma liked the touch.
Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe she was thinking like that! For all she knew, he could rape her and kill her. But he seemed so nice in the outside. Bulma was too into her thoughts to notice him scooting closer, his face now an inch away from hers.
She then just thought she didn't know his name, and didn't know why she was here. She backed away, her eyes looking frightened again. "Who are you?" she asked quickly. "Where am I? What do you want with me-?"
"Ah, so many questions." He chuckled again deep in his throat. He licked his fangs. "My name is King Oniramu. You are in my kingdom. And you are here to be my wife."
"Y-Your wife?" she sputtered. "I-I can't be your wife!"
"Yes you can. We'll get married. And then you can be queen. You want to be a queen, don't you?"
"Y-Yes-I mean-no! Wait!" Bulma held out her hands to stop him from moving closer to her. "I don't even know you! You don't know me! For all we know, you could be.sixty something, and I fifteen!"
He chuckled. "Darling, I'm only twenty-seven. And I know you can't be fifteen. By the way you make those inventions of yours, I doubt you're a fifteen-year-old girl."
"Excuse me! I've been making inventions since I was fourteen, you- "Wait a minute, how did he know she invented things? Bulma was shocked. "How do you know about my inventions?" she narrowed her eyes at him. "Have you been spying on me?"
"You can say that." He grinned again. "I fell in love with you the first day I saw you when you appeared out of nowhere in the woods with a young little boy, that saiy-jin, and those green nameks."
She gasped. "W-What?" she tried to calm her fast-beating heart. But to her, it was like calming a wild boar. That was when they had just arrived from Planet Namek, right before it destroyed. "You've known me since then? But I don't know you!"
"We have a whole lifetime to know each other very well. We can start now." He took his hand away and laid it on her hand, grabbing it firm when she tried to yank it away. "What's your favorite color?"
"No! We can't get married!" she said. "I have a baby inside of me, and he's not your child! H-He's someone else's. The father will be coming home soon, and find me gone! H-He's one of the strongest men on the planet!"
"Sweet, I know the father of your baby is the prince of saiy-jins, and I know he ran away. He doesn't want you anymore." His face hardened. "How can you still think of a man who deserted you?"
She did not answer but looked away. So he continued with a soft voice. "I will never desert you. I'll always stay by your side. I'll be there when you need me. I can father the baby like it was my own child. Give me a chance, Bulma."
This was all too much for her and too quick. "I have to think. I c- can't.this is all too fast for me. I n-need to think!"
He nodded, but she could feel his disappointment. "Use all the time you want. I'll be back to have your answer." He stood up. He looked up and floated upward-then suddenly disappeared.
Bulma shook her head. She was having a headache now. She couldn't stand it. There was a knock on the door and Bulma gasped.
"C-Come in!" she hoped it was not that King. That handsome gorgeous king.
A tiny woman walked in. She was pretty, but eerie looking. Her face was pale, and her hair that was tied in a tight bun was jet black. Her eyes were aloof and cloudy red, as if she were a doll. She was dressed in a simple dress and an apron, a maid's dress.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle Bulma. I will be your personal maid. My name is Razelle." She cleared her throat. "His Majesty, King Oniramu, sends you this wonderful dress." She placed the dress on the bed like it was something very special. Then she stood in front of Bulma with her hands clasped together.
"Um, what are you waiting for?" Bulma asked as the little maid stared at her.
"I'm waiting for you to undress so that I can help you with this dress the majesty sent you."
"U-Undress!" Bulma sputtered. "I'm not wearing any underwear or bra!"
The pretty maid smiled. "Do not worry, Miss Bulma." Razelle assured. "It's nothing unusual. We maid always dress his majesty's mistresses."
Oniramu had mistresses. Why did he pick her then to be his wife?
As if reading her thoughts, the little maid continued. "Of course, his majesty dismissed all of them. You see, he finds them all boring. But ever since he saw you, he couldn't think of anything else. This is a privilege for you. All the women on this planet love the king. But he chose you. Oh, it would be such a wonderful wedding. I can't wait to dress you in your wedding gown." The girl began dancing around.
"What makes you think I'm marrying King Oniramu?"
The girl stopped and turned to Bulma. "You're not? B-But, mademoiselle! This is a privilege!" she gaped at Bulma. But then she covered it with a mask of confidence. "Oh, but you will soon fall in love with King Oniramu. You see, he may be a cold man to others, but deep inside, I know he is a gentle kind man and you will grow to love him. And forget the husband of yours." And before Bulma could respond to that, Razelle suggested they start to dress Bulma in her gown for tonight.
Bulma looked at herself in the window. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The blue dress she was wearing hugged her body, exposing all her curves. The dress was strapless, and showed lots of cleavage. The dress was long and ended at her feet like a pool that she had to pull the front up to walk. When she did pull up the dress, she was wearing white 4-inch crystal clear high-heels.
Around her smooth neck was a gold-chained necklace with a huge thick diamond-shaped sapphire as the pendant. Dangling from her ears were earrings that came with the necklace, matching perfectly. Her bouncy fro hair (you know, her hair how it looked like when they first saw Future Trunks) was straightened and pulled back tightly. Her hair fell down like a waterfall, curling at the end upward. Her eyes seem to spark with the sapphires.
"And finally." Razelle whispered as she pulled out a small wrapped box covered in silver wrapping paper and was held by a gold string. "The final jewel." She pulled on the string and then took away the wrapping paper. "His majesty bought this ring a long time ago, about the first day he saw you. And finally, you get to wear it."
Bulma picked it up from the maid's stretched hand and opened the velvet box. Lying on the little pillow was a thick gold ring with a sapphire gem on it. The sapphire glowed and shimmered in the light. When Bulma put on the ring, it reached from the end of the ring, to her first knuckle.
"It's beautiful!" Bulma whispered loudly as she held it up to the lamplight.
"His majesty had this made just for you." There was a knock on the door, and Razelle went to answer it. She peeked out of the room to look at a footman.
"His majesty awaits down below for the arrival of Miss Bulma to begin dinner." The old footman said.
"She will be there in just a minute." The maid closed the door when the footman left. She turned to Bulma and said. "Dinner will begin shortly. I will escort you below."
The Z crew all gathered in the backyard of Bulma's house. Little robots ran around to give out drinks and little deserts as Mr. Briefs had informed them. He sat next to his wife on a swinging chair with concerned looks on their faces.
Goku told everyone Bulma has disappeared, and there was no trace of her anyway, especially in her room. Nothing was missing except for her and her blanket. This was a big issue. Or at least for Piccolo and Goku. Both men knew that the child Bulma had in her stomach was the one boy who came from the future to warn them. Without Trunks and Bulma, it may change the future and the chance of winning against the androids even if Trunks would still be a baby with no fighting skills. Bulma would be gone, and that was a big impact on Vegeta. He had to use all his powers to keep his sanity, though on the surface, he looked calm. But Goku could sense the mixed emotions of anger, sorrow, and tiredness in Vegeta. He did not sleep the whole night.
No one had an idea what to say. Everyone was speechless.
"Can't we just wish the dragonballs to bring Bulma back to us?" Yamcha asked. "I can't sense her power anywhere. Maybe she is dead."
Vegeta grabbed the collar of Yamcha's shirt and pulled his face close to his own, their nose almost pointing. Yamcha could see angry coal black eyes glaring back at him, and a scowl with a growl deep in his throat.
"No, she's not dead! You are senseless!" Vegeta flared, and then he threw Yamcha back as if his touch disgusted him, which it did.
It was Yamcha's turn to be angry. He jumped up and wiped the dirt from his pants and then fixed his collar. "You're such a hypocrite, Vegeta. You say I'm senseless, but you aren't the one who even sensed the depression Bulma had for the past month. I'm happy she finally got over you, which she did by the way. You ran away like a chicken when you found out that Bulma was pregnant with your child. She's better off dead than to be with you-"
It was too much for Vegeta to take that he flew to Yamcha and punched him in the stomach. When Yamcha bent down, Vegeta uppercut him. Yamcha did two flips in the air and landed on the ground half way through his third lap flipping. Before Vegeta could grab Yamcha's feet, Goku and Piccolo grabbed onto Vegeta's arms and held him back. Tien and Chautzo went to aid Yamcha.
"Let go of me!" Vegeta ordered. He turned his words to Yamcha. "I'll kill you! I swear I will you little-"
"Vegeta, stop it!" Goku yelled. "This isn't going to solve our problems!"
"It'll solve mine!"
"No, it won't. Yamcha is the least of your problems." When Vegeta began to lessen his struggle of freeing himself, Goku and Piccolo dropped his arm. "Your problem, and ours, is the fact that Bulma disappeared, and we don't know where she is."
Yamcha pulled himself into a sitting position and brushed Tien and Chautzo's hands away from helping him up. This was all too shocking. No one had ever seen Vegeta so emotional, especially when it came to Bulma. Vegeta was usually calm or aloof or cold around Bulma before he disappeared. But now, he acted like a child who got angry when someone stole his toy away, and he wanted to fight that person.
"Do you think the guardian of the earth will know where Bulma is?" Chi-Chi asked, wanting to help.
"I doubt it." Tien said. "The guardian of the earth only knows everything about the earth, but we don't sense Bulma on earth. She has to be somewhere else off this planet, but I doubt he will know."
"Dende should know." Goku said. "He doesn't only sense things here, but anything out there. Or at least I think he does. But I highly feel that he knows."
Goku was wrong. He sat there, defeated as Dende said regretfully. "Sorry, guys. I couldn't feel her anywhere. It was like she just disappeared off of the face of the earth. I checked the universe, but I still did no feel her. I'll ask King Yama if Bulma came upon him."
"Hmm, Jessica Bulk.Let's see." King Yama murmured as he checked his books of names, monsters, and everything. "I don't see your name on the bad list. Let me check my good list.ah! Here you are. Up to heaven you go!" He checked the dead girl's name, as she was sent upward. (Or wherever)
Suddenly, in front of him, Dende appeared with a worried face. "King Yama, I'm sorry to interrupt, but has a Bulma Brief come yet?"
".(Sigh).Dende.I can't get my work done while I get interrupted. You know how long the line is." Yama complained.
"I know, King Yama, but this is important. Bulma Briefs disappeared suddenly, and her body cannot be found! I checked the universe, but there is no trace of her. I come here to ask you if Bulma passed you."
Yama sighed, obviously annoyed of this interruption. He closed his book, and picked up another. He ran his thick finger down columns to see names, and then he picked up another book and scanned it. He closed it and breathed in and out.
"Sorry, Dende. She's not in my book of the dead, but she's in my book of the living. Now if you could excuse yourself, I could do my job here."
"I'm really sorry, King Yama. It's just that Bulma is a dear friend of mind. We-meaning her family, friends, and I-are worried about her. I used my powers to look over earth, and the universe, but I could not find her. I thank you, though." Dende bowed down and disappeared. Yama sighed and got back to work.
When Dende told Goku and the others of his news, everyone felt defeated. They were clueless of where she was right now. How can she still be alive, and cannot be sensed anywhere?
"I think the dragonballs can help us find her." Chautzo said.
"It'll take us approximately a year to find the dragonballs." Goku shook his head in disapproval.
"It's better than nothing." Chautzo said. "We'll use the dragonball radar!"
Goku thought about it. "Of course."
Krillin stepped in. "But only Bulma can create the dragonball radar. The previous one was destroyed, or at least that's what she said. Without the radar, though, it'd be like being blind in the Arabian deserts looking for Japan."
Chautzo was confused. "But the Arabian deserts aren't even near Japan."
Krillin nodded. "Exactly. It's impossible, as impossible for looking the dragonballs without the radar."
Vegeta, who was leaning on the wall, slammed his fist against it. "We have to think of something!"
Yamcha turned to Bulma. "You think of something! We're all here trying to come up with a solution, and you're doing nothing!"
Vegeta glared at Yamcha, but that didn't lessen the anger that was continuing to build in Yamcha's blood. "I bet if it weren't for you, Bulma would be alive here. You should have been there to protect her and watch her! But you just ran away. What kind of pathetic-"
Once again, Yamcha's words bit Vegeta, and like a reflex, Vegeta suddenly appeared in front of Yamcha and smashed the man's head with his own gloved hand. Yamcha fell back and it took again Goku and Piccolo to hold Vegeta back.
It wasn't like Vegeta. Vegeta was usually a calm person, and if he weren't, he could easily come up with a sarcastic remark that would end the argument. He never wasted his time with the human because he thought it was worthless. He used his time with beings worth fighting like Goku and Piccolo.
Goku had an easy explanation for this: Vegeta was scared. Vegeta had just first experienced the fear of losing a loved one. Goku chuckled, and then chuckle turned to laugh. Everyone stopped moving. Everyone turned to Goku. Everyone came up with the same reason at the same time. Everyone thought Goku had gone completely insane due to the disappearance of Bulma.
"G-Goku, calm down." Krillin said, cautiously walking up to Goku. "I- It's ok. We'll find Bulma. We'll find a-"
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta was angered when Goku continued to explode in a fit of laughter.
Goku tried to calm his laughing. "I'm sorry, guys.it's just that, I've never seen Vegeta like this. High almighty one is worried about his woman. It's just funny."
"I wonder if it'll be funny when I smash my hand against your stupid face, you little-"
"Don't you regret it, Vegeta?" Goku asked, calmed and cold. He was serious this time. And angered. "I told you. You don't know how she was special until she was gone. It's too late now."
Goku's words two days ago came back to Vegeta. The words hit him in the heart like it did before when he left Goku, laughing at him because Goku sounded like a poet. Of course, he didn't show how much the words sounded so real and true to him.
Vegeta, you're going to be a parent some day. You have the responsibility to care for the child and father it.
Vegeta shook his head and began backing away. He did not see nor hear the concerned voices around him as they ask him if he were ok.
Bulma is one of the people I know who are strong, not physically, but mentally. She may have a big mouth, but she has a great personality. She's filled with determination and she's very wise. How she ended up with you is beyond me.
Vegeta remembered the response he gave Goku. I don't care about her, and neither do I care about that child she will give birth to.
Vegeta tried to ignore the words, to push it away, but Goku's words haunted him. Without thinking, Vegeta got up and flew away with speed they never saw in him.
"Leave him." Goku said to the others. "He'll be back. He just needs time to be alone."
She wasn't in her room! This wasn't her bed! The room was wide and tall. There was a window in front of her that reached from the ceiling to the floor, but light blue drapes hung there, blowing inward because of the wind. Bulma saw a glimpse of the sky, and because she did not see light, it was nighttime. But where was she?
Bulma continued to look around and study the room. The room was bigger than her own living room! And it was decorated beautifully. The bed she lied on was a canopy bed, black and shiny, it reminded her of a marble. A pedestal stood on each end, and on each pedestal was a floating jewel as big as her head. It glowed brightly that Bulma had to admire it.
Throwing the blanket aside, Bulma stepped out of bed and noticed she was still wearing her pajamas. Because she was wearing short shorts and her top was a spaghetti strap, the cold hit her bare legs and arms that she had to jump back into the bed under the warm comfortable blanket. You wouldn't have known it was cold if you stayed under the blanket.
Her head drifted to a mirror as tall as she and she gasped. Someone stood behind her in the dark, its eyes glowing cold blue as it stared back at her. She could not see the person but its figure. She spun her head around and then she saw the eyes still looking at her. The person stepped up, and she gasped.
He was tall, maybe 6'5 or 6'6. His hair was shortly spiked and was red as flame. There were two thick bangs that were longer than his hair and stood up straight, slightly forward, and were black. The two thick long black bangs reminded Bulma of horns. He was smiling down at her, and Bulma could see the four sharp fangs glistening. His eyes were malicious, evil, and cold. Bulma noticed his eyes were cold blue, outlined in red. The pupil, which ran down like a straight line, thickening in the middle, but then thinning to the sides, were dark red. His nose was straight and perfect, and so was his smile, regardless of the fangs. Strangely, Bulma felt herself thinking he was handsome. She also noticed on his forehead, there was a black gem stuck to his head shaped like a diamond.
Bulma looked at his body. He was muscular like Goku and Vegeta, but looked even stronger. His arms were folded across his chest in an arrogant stance. He was not wearing any shirt, making him look even stronger if possible. His black pants, held by a gold belt and a black buckle, were baggy but then tucked inside huge combat black boots. All in all, he was hot!
But Bulma was afraid. He wasn't human that was for sure. And why did he kidnap her? Did he kidnap her? What's going on?
She gulped, and the demon chuckled. He walked up to the bed and sat on it. Bulma scooted away from him, but he leaned forward and grabbed her chin. His hands were hard and warm, but he held her firm.
"Such a beautiful creature." He said softly, staring into her blue frightened eyes that was close to tearing any second. His voice was low, but beautifully soft that she relaxed a little. His moved his hand to her cheek, rubbing it softly that Bulma liked the touch.
Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe she was thinking like that! For all she knew, he could rape her and kill her. But he seemed so nice in the outside. Bulma was too into her thoughts to notice him scooting closer, his face now an inch away from hers.
She then just thought she didn't know his name, and didn't know why she was here. She backed away, her eyes looking frightened again. "Who are you?" she asked quickly. "Where am I? What do you want with me-?"
"Ah, so many questions." He chuckled again deep in his throat. He licked his fangs. "My name is King Oniramu. You are in my kingdom. And you are here to be my wife."
"Y-Your wife?" she sputtered. "I-I can't be your wife!"
"Yes you can. We'll get married. And then you can be queen. You want to be a queen, don't you?"
"Y-Yes-I mean-no! Wait!" Bulma held out her hands to stop him from moving closer to her. "I don't even know you! You don't know me! For all we know, you could be.sixty something, and I fifteen!"
He chuckled. "Darling, I'm only twenty-seven. And I know you can't be fifteen. By the way you make those inventions of yours, I doubt you're a fifteen-year-old girl."
"Excuse me! I've been making inventions since I was fourteen, you- "Wait a minute, how did he know she invented things? Bulma was shocked. "How do you know about my inventions?" she narrowed her eyes at him. "Have you been spying on me?"
"You can say that." He grinned again. "I fell in love with you the first day I saw you when you appeared out of nowhere in the woods with a young little boy, that saiy-jin, and those green nameks."
She gasped. "W-What?" she tried to calm her fast-beating heart. But to her, it was like calming a wild boar. That was when they had just arrived from Planet Namek, right before it destroyed. "You've known me since then? But I don't know you!"
"We have a whole lifetime to know each other very well. We can start now." He took his hand away and laid it on her hand, grabbing it firm when she tried to yank it away. "What's your favorite color?"
"No! We can't get married!" she said. "I have a baby inside of me, and he's not your child! H-He's someone else's. The father will be coming home soon, and find me gone! H-He's one of the strongest men on the planet!"
"Sweet, I know the father of your baby is the prince of saiy-jins, and I know he ran away. He doesn't want you anymore." His face hardened. "How can you still think of a man who deserted you?"
She did not answer but looked away. So he continued with a soft voice. "I will never desert you. I'll always stay by your side. I'll be there when you need me. I can father the baby like it was my own child. Give me a chance, Bulma."
This was all too much for her and too quick. "I have to think. I c- can't.this is all too fast for me. I n-need to think!"
He nodded, but she could feel his disappointment. "Use all the time you want. I'll be back to have your answer." He stood up. He looked up and floated upward-then suddenly disappeared.
Bulma shook her head. She was having a headache now. She couldn't stand it. There was a knock on the door and Bulma gasped.
"C-Come in!" she hoped it was not that King. That handsome gorgeous king.
A tiny woman walked in. She was pretty, but eerie looking. Her face was pale, and her hair that was tied in a tight bun was jet black. Her eyes were aloof and cloudy red, as if she were a doll. She was dressed in a simple dress and an apron, a maid's dress.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle Bulma. I will be your personal maid. My name is Razelle." She cleared her throat. "His Majesty, King Oniramu, sends you this wonderful dress." She placed the dress on the bed like it was something very special. Then she stood in front of Bulma with her hands clasped together.
"Um, what are you waiting for?" Bulma asked as the little maid stared at her.
"I'm waiting for you to undress so that I can help you with this dress the majesty sent you."
"U-Undress!" Bulma sputtered. "I'm not wearing any underwear or bra!"
The pretty maid smiled. "Do not worry, Miss Bulma." Razelle assured. "It's nothing unusual. We maid always dress his majesty's mistresses."
Oniramu had mistresses. Why did he pick her then to be his wife?
As if reading her thoughts, the little maid continued. "Of course, his majesty dismissed all of them. You see, he finds them all boring. But ever since he saw you, he couldn't think of anything else. This is a privilege for you. All the women on this planet love the king. But he chose you. Oh, it would be such a wonderful wedding. I can't wait to dress you in your wedding gown." The girl began dancing around.
"What makes you think I'm marrying King Oniramu?"
The girl stopped and turned to Bulma. "You're not? B-But, mademoiselle! This is a privilege!" she gaped at Bulma. But then she covered it with a mask of confidence. "Oh, but you will soon fall in love with King Oniramu. You see, he may be a cold man to others, but deep inside, I know he is a gentle kind man and you will grow to love him. And forget the husband of yours." And before Bulma could respond to that, Razelle suggested they start to dress Bulma in her gown for tonight.
Bulma looked at herself in the window. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The blue dress she was wearing hugged her body, exposing all her curves. The dress was strapless, and showed lots of cleavage. The dress was long and ended at her feet like a pool that she had to pull the front up to walk. When she did pull up the dress, she was wearing white 4-inch crystal clear high-heels.
Around her smooth neck was a gold-chained necklace with a huge thick diamond-shaped sapphire as the pendant. Dangling from her ears were earrings that came with the necklace, matching perfectly. Her bouncy fro hair (you know, her hair how it looked like when they first saw Future Trunks) was straightened and pulled back tightly. Her hair fell down like a waterfall, curling at the end upward. Her eyes seem to spark with the sapphires.
"And finally." Razelle whispered as she pulled out a small wrapped box covered in silver wrapping paper and was held by a gold string. "The final jewel." She pulled on the string and then took away the wrapping paper. "His majesty bought this ring a long time ago, about the first day he saw you. And finally, you get to wear it."
Bulma picked it up from the maid's stretched hand and opened the velvet box. Lying on the little pillow was a thick gold ring with a sapphire gem on it. The sapphire glowed and shimmered in the light. When Bulma put on the ring, it reached from the end of the ring, to her first knuckle.
"It's beautiful!" Bulma whispered loudly as she held it up to the lamplight.
"His majesty had this made just for you." There was a knock on the door, and Razelle went to answer it. She peeked out of the room to look at a footman.
"His majesty awaits down below for the arrival of Miss Bulma to begin dinner." The old footman said.
"She will be there in just a minute." The maid closed the door when the footman left. She turned to Bulma and said. "Dinner will begin shortly. I will escort you below."
The Z crew all gathered in the backyard of Bulma's house. Little robots ran around to give out drinks and little deserts as Mr. Briefs had informed them. He sat next to his wife on a swinging chair with concerned looks on their faces.
Goku told everyone Bulma has disappeared, and there was no trace of her anyway, especially in her room. Nothing was missing except for her and her blanket. This was a big issue. Or at least for Piccolo and Goku. Both men knew that the child Bulma had in her stomach was the one boy who came from the future to warn them. Without Trunks and Bulma, it may change the future and the chance of winning against the androids even if Trunks would still be a baby with no fighting skills. Bulma would be gone, and that was a big impact on Vegeta. He had to use all his powers to keep his sanity, though on the surface, he looked calm. But Goku could sense the mixed emotions of anger, sorrow, and tiredness in Vegeta. He did not sleep the whole night.
No one had an idea what to say. Everyone was speechless.
"Can't we just wish the dragonballs to bring Bulma back to us?" Yamcha asked. "I can't sense her power anywhere. Maybe she is dead."
Vegeta grabbed the collar of Yamcha's shirt and pulled his face close to his own, their nose almost pointing. Yamcha could see angry coal black eyes glaring back at him, and a scowl with a growl deep in his throat.
"No, she's not dead! You are senseless!" Vegeta flared, and then he threw Yamcha back as if his touch disgusted him, which it did.
It was Yamcha's turn to be angry. He jumped up and wiped the dirt from his pants and then fixed his collar. "You're such a hypocrite, Vegeta. You say I'm senseless, but you aren't the one who even sensed the depression Bulma had for the past month. I'm happy she finally got over you, which she did by the way. You ran away like a chicken when you found out that Bulma was pregnant with your child. She's better off dead than to be with you-"
It was too much for Vegeta to take that he flew to Yamcha and punched him in the stomach. When Yamcha bent down, Vegeta uppercut him. Yamcha did two flips in the air and landed on the ground half way through his third lap flipping. Before Vegeta could grab Yamcha's feet, Goku and Piccolo grabbed onto Vegeta's arms and held him back. Tien and Chautzo went to aid Yamcha.
"Let go of me!" Vegeta ordered. He turned his words to Yamcha. "I'll kill you! I swear I will you little-"
"Vegeta, stop it!" Goku yelled. "This isn't going to solve our problems!"
"It'll solve mine!"
"No, it won't. Yamcha is the least of your problems." When Vegeta began to lessen his struggle of freeing himself, Goku and Piccolo dropped his arm. "Your problem, and ours, is the fact that Bulma disappeared, and we don't know where she is."
Yamcha pulled himself into a sitting position and brushed Tien and Chautzo's hands away from helping him up. This was all too shocking. No one had ever seen Vegeta so emotional, especially when it came to Bulma. Vegeta was usually calm or aloof or cold around Bulma before he disappeared. But now, he acted like a child who got angry when someone stole his toy away, and he wanted to fight that person.
"Do you think the guardian of the earth will know where Bulma is?" Chi-Chi asked, wanting to help.
"I doubt it." Tien said. "The guardian of the earth only knows everything about the earth, but we don't sense Bulma on earth. She has to be somewhere else off this planet, but I doubt he will know."
"Dende should know." Goku said. "He doesn't only sense things here, but anything out there. Or at least I think he does. But I highly feel that he knows."
Goku was wrong. He sat there, defeated as Dende said regretfully. "Sorry, guys. I couldn't feel her anywhere. It was like she just disappeared off of the face of the earth. I checked the universe, but I still did no feel her. I'll ask King Yama if Bulma came upon him."
"Hmm, Jessica Bulk.Let's see." King Yama murmured as he checked his books of names, monsters, and everything. "I don't see your name on the bad list. Let me check my good list.ah! Here you are. Up to heaven you go!" He checked the dead girl's name, as she was sent upward. (Or wherever)
Suddenly, in front of him, Dende appeared with a worried face. "King Yama, I'm sorry to interrupt, but has a Bulma Brief come yet?"
".(Sigh).Dende.I can't get my work done while I get interrupted. You know how long the line is." Yama complained.
"I know, King Yama, but this is important. Bulma Briefs disappeared suddenly, and her body cannot be found! I checked the universe, but there is no trace of her. I come here to ask you if Bulma passed you."
Yama sighed, obviously annoyed of this interruption. He closed his book, and picked up another. He ran his thick finger down columns to see names, and then he picked up another book and scanned it. He closed it and breathed in and out.
"Sorry, Dende. She's not in my book of the dead, but she's in my book of the living. Now if you could excuse yourself, I could do my job here."
"I'm really sorry, King Yama. It's just that Bulma is a dear friend of mind. We-meaning her family, friends, and I-are worried about her. I used my powers to look over earth, and the universe, but I could not find her. I thank you, though." Dende bowed down and disappeared. Yama sighed and got back to work.
When Dende told Goku and the others of his news, everyone felt defeated. They were clueless of where she was right now. How can she still be alive, and cannot be sensed anywhere?
"I think the dragonballs can help us find her." Chautzo said.
"It'll take us approximately a year to find the dragonballs." Goku shook his head in disapproval.
"It's better than nothing." Chautzo said. "We'll use the dragonball radar!"
Goku thought about it. "Of course."
Krillin stepped in. "But only Bulma can create the dragonball radar. The previous one was destroyed, or at least that's what she said. Without the radar, though, it'd be like being blind in the Arabian deserts looking for Japan."
Chautzo was confused. "But the Arabian deserts aren't even near Japan."
Krillin nodded. "Exactly. It's impossible, as impossible for looking the dragonballs without the radar."
Vegeta, who was leaning on the wall, slammed his fist against it. "We have to think of something!"
Yamcha turned to Bulma. "You think of something! We're all here trying to come up with a solution, and you're doing nothing!"
Vegeta glared at Yamcha, but that didn't lessen the anger that was continuing to build in Yamcha's blood. "I bet if it weren't for you, Bulma would be alive here. You should have been there to protect her and watch her! But you just ran away. What kind of pathetic-"
Once again, Yamcha's words bit Vegeta, and like a reflex, Vegeta suddenly appeared in front of Yamcha and smashed the man's head with his own gloved hand. Yamcha fell back and it took again Goku and Piccolo to hold Vegeta back.
It wasn't like Vegeta. Vegeta was usually a calm person, and if he weren't, he could easily come up with a sarcastic remark that would end the argument. He never wasted his time with the human because he thought it was worthless. He used his time with beings worth fighting like Goku and Piccolo.
Goku had an easy explanation for this: Vegeta was scared. Vegeta had just first experienced the fear of losing a loved one. Goku chuckled, and then chuckle turned to laugh. Everyone stopped moving. Everyone turned to Goku. Everyone came up with the same reason at the same time. Everyone thought Goku had gone completely insane due to the disappearance of Bulma.
"G-Goku, calm down." Krillin said, cautiously walking up to Goku. "I- It's ok. We'll find Bulma. We'll find a-"
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta was angered when Goku continued to explode in a fit of laughter.
Goku tried to calm his laughing. "I'm sorry, guys.it's just that, I've never seen Vegeta like this. High almighty one is worried about his woman. It's just funny."
"I wonder if it'll be funny when I smash my hand against your stupid face, you little-"
"Don't you regret it, Vegeta?" Goku asked, calmed and cold. He was serious this time. And angered. "I told you. You don't know how she was special until she was gone. It's too late now."
Goku's words two days ago came back to Vegeta. The words hit him in the heart like it did before when he left Goku, laughing at him because Goku sounded like a poet. Of course, he didn't show how much the words sounded so real and true to him.
Vegeta, you're going to be a parent some day. You have the responsibility to care for the child and father it.
Vegeta shook his head and began backing away. He did not see nor hear the concerned voices around him as they ask him if he were ok.
Bulma is one of the people I know who are strong, not physically, but mentally. She may have a big mouth, but she has a great personality. She's filled with determination and she's very wise. How she ended up with you is beyond me.
Vegeta remembered the response he gave Goku. I don't care about her, and neither do I care about that child she will give birth to.
Vegeta tried to ignore the words, to push it away, but Goku's words haunted him. Without thinking, Vegeta got up and flew away with speed they never saw in him.
"Leave him." Goku said to the others. "He'll be back. He just needs time to be alone."