Other world III

Bulma walked through the CC garden wondering what she would do at this point in her life when she seemed useless.

'Bulma old gal, It's been fun but the adventures over.' She told herself. 'You're not the spirited young beauty you used to be.'

These thoughts almost brought tears to her eyes. She spotted a marble bench in the middle of the path she was walking on; on either side was a bed of blue roses, her favourite. She couldn't resist the urge to pluck one from its bed, so she took one and inhaled its sweet aroma. She then closed her eyes and lay on the bench, her hair falling down the side.

She listened to the peaceful sound the birds made when they sang to each other, and for a blissful moment in time Bulma could of sworn she was in heaven and everything was perfect and peaceful. She felt like she could just fall asleep. It was all too perfect all to im...

"WOMAN!"

She knew it couldn't of been real…

"Woman?"

"I'm here Vegita." She said opening her eyes but not bothering to sit up.

She heard quick footsteps coming towards her, and decided that Vegita was either hungry or wanted something or other fixed. She kept the rose in front of her and pretended to be interested in it. The footsteps stopped right in front of her.

"What do you want Vegita?" She said rapidly.

"Why is it you assume I want something every time I call you?" She pushed her top half up with my arms and turned her head to look at him.

"Because you always do!" She shouted sitting properly on the bench and putting the rose on the empty space next to her, sending Vegita a message.

'Don't sit'

Vegita's eyes were slightly widened, why was she angry?

Is it that much of a surprise Vegita?

Then the look disappeared. His face straightened and his eyes got darker (even though that seemed impossible).

Bulma sighed and stood up.

"Look Vegita, I'm sorry. I've just... had so many things on my mind lately it seems like even my thoughts are making me tiered."

Vegita as a normal response blinked and 'hmphed'.

"Whatever".

Her blood boiled.

Way to show how little you care Vegita.

She tightened her fists at her side and breathed calmly got up and walked away. She often did this when she was angry. She had learnt it over time. She found it worked ...especially on Vegita. Apparently a reaction pleases him and please him was the last thing she wanted to doright now.

"Bulma, get back here woman I have to te…"

Yeah, yeah I don't give a shit.

She didn't hear the rest as she walked away.She didn't know why but walking away from Vegita made her feel dominant at this moment, and that's about the only thing that made her feel better than him.

The sexy bastard somehow always ended up on top and it wasn't just sex wise.

She looked around and found herself to be lost. She had never seen this part of the garden which was odd because she thought she had known it inside out, it was the place she spent most time in other then her bedroom, office, living room, kitchen…well she did spend a lot of time in it.

She noticed that the further she went the more beautiful the land became.

Goodness, I didn't know the back yard was this big…

Bulma even started to see flowers she didn't even know existed.

Then caught sight of someone else,

A flower so beautiful the beauty of the blue roses seemed like nothing. This flower had petals that made the word softness seem rough and in look the texture could be mistaken for the finest silk. The colour was a white so bright Bulma had to squint her eyes to see it properly. The type of flower it was Bulma did not know, neither did she care. It was right in front of her and Bulma was slowly extending her hand towards it.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Bulma quickly turned around to behold something even more amazing then the flower…

"Greetings." Said the Goddess walking forward.