I do not own DragonBall Z
Insanity of obsession
It had been a couple of days since the doctor had visited Bulma.
Bulma had nothing but time on her hands.
'Bulma,' Mrs. Briefs started,
'Dr. Kilowski and I were talking and we both decided that you need a break,'
'So we were thinking that maybe it would be best if you stayed with her at her institution.'
Bulma looked towards her mother, confusion in her eyes.
'But mother, I'm fine.'
'It's just going to be for a little while honey.'
'It's just for her observations.'
Bulma nodded.
'If it's only for a bit then I guess I could go.'
Her mother smiled.
'This is going to be for the best Honey.'
'I know,'
Bulma sighed.
'I'll go pack your stuff.'
Her mother left Bulma to herself.
For a couple of minutes Bulma sat in silence.
She got up and looked around her room.
Nothing had changed for the few months she was gone.
She touched everything she went by delicately,
Feeling them as if it were for the first time.
She continued her way around the room
Taking in every detail, every memory.
Bulma,
Bulma's eyes widened as she searched the room for the voice.
Bulma, Over here.
She turned around and found herself face to face with a long oak mirror.
So she's going to put you away, just like I said
You should listen to me more.
I warned you but you didn't listen
'It's only for a little while.'
'Just til things get settled down'
Bulma continued walking around,
Stopping in front of her closet.
What are you doing?
'Packing things Mom might forget.'
Bulma said stepping in and looking at her clothes.
Bulma, don't you understand that the minute you step into that place your going to be lost.
You won't be Bulma Briefs anymore, you'll be a number, a patient.
'Only for a little while.'
'It's only for a few tests and some time to relax and get back on my feet.'
Bulma walked back out of her closet holding a few track suits and shoes,
She stepped out to her bed and placed the clothing in a neat pile on top.
Hello, Bulma are you listening to me?
Your not going to be the same once you step in there.
Every things going to change-
'-For the better.'
She turned to the mirror
'Look at me, I'm talking to myself, To a reflection, Your not a real person.'
'You can't think, You can't feel.'
I'm as real as you want me to be Bulma.
Don't forget you needed me once.
Bulma looked down to the pile of clothes on her bed.
For a brief moment she felt pain for the human like reflection.
'I have to go,'
She picked up the clothes and made her way out of the room.
'See you later,'
She walked out and shut off the light.
Insanity of obsession
It had been a couple of days since the doctor had visited Bulma.
Bulma had nothing but time on her hands.
'Bulma,' Mrs. Briefs started,
'Dr. Kilowski and I were talking and we both decided that you need a break,'
'So we were thinking that maybe it would be best if you stayed with her at her institution.'
Bulma looked towards her mother, confusion in her eyes.
'But mother, I'm fine.'
'It's just going to be for a little while honey.'
'It's just for her observations.'
Bulma nodded.
'If it's only for a bit then I guess I could go.'
Her mother smiled.
'This is going to be for the best Honey.'
'I know,'
Bulma sighed.
'I'll go pack your stuff.'
Her mother left Bulma to herself.
For a couple of minutes Bulma sat in silence.
She got up and looked around her room.
Nothing had changed for the few months she was gone.
She touched everything she went by delicately,
Feeling them as if it were for the first time.
She continued her way around the room
Taking in every detail, every memory.
Bulma,
Bulma's eyes widened as she searched the room for the voice.
Bulma, Over here.
She turned around and found herself face to face with a long oak mirror.
So she's going to put you away, just like I said
You should listen to me more.
I warned you but you didn't listen
'It's only for a little while.'
'Just til things get settled down'
Bulma continued walking around,
Stopping in front of her closet.
What are you doing?
'Packing things Mom might forget.'
Bulma said stepping in and looking at her clothes.
Bulma, don't you understand that the minute you step into that place your going to be lost.
You won't be Bulma Briefs anymore, you'll be a number, a patient.
'Only for a little while.'
'It's only for a few tests and some time to relax and get back on my feet.'
Bulma walked back out of her closet holding a few track suits and shoes,
She stepped out to her bed and placed the clothing in a neat pile on top.
Hello, Bulma are you listening to me?
Your not going to be the same once you step in there.
Every things going to change-
'-For the better.'
She turned to the mirror
'Look at me, I'm talking to myself, To a reflection, Your not a real person.'
'You can't think, You can't feel.'
I'm as real as you want me to be Bulma.
Don't forget you needed me once.
Bulma looked down to the pile of clothes on her bed.
For a brief moment she felt pain for the human like reflection.
'I have to go,'
She picked up the clothes and made her way out of the room.
'See you later,'
She walked out and shut off the light.
