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Dr. Breifs body was impaled on the showerhead. Bulma refused to believe it, but it was true. He father was dead but she knew that he would never be forgotten. Now it was her and a slow mournful dripping noise comming from the bathroom and she watched, paralyzed as her father's blood crawled slowly down the drain.
"Who could've done this...?" Bulma finnaly allowed herself to speak.
Then, from the doorway came a voice.
"I would, and I did." The smile on the woman's face was disturbing; she wore a crooked smile and a long violet cape. She did not seem to be carrying any guns but Bulma spied a long knife just inside her cloak. Her hair was a dull red and her eyes were deep brown yet gave her a haunted look. Still she kept on her creepy little smile.
"Who the fuck are you?" Bulma's voice was deadly calm but her eyes were raging with pain and anger.
"Why, I am Cilice. Don't you think that the impalement of your father looks splendid. I truly do think that I did a wonderful job!" Once again with that smile. It looked out of place and horrible against her evil deeds.
This was too much for Bulma. this woman, abomination, had just asked if she liked that her father was dead. Bulma could feel the rage in her mind blinding her but she didn't care. Avenging her father would be a gracious chore.
"I'll kill you. And I'll enjoy it." Those were apparently the words that Cilice had been waiting to come out of Bulma's mouth because she gave a hollow laugh.
"Don't be silly!" Cilice smiled crookedly once again... it was enough to make Bulma's skin crawl.
"I'm completely serious, bitch."
Before Cilice could make a move, Bulma surprized her by creating a circular bubble sheild around herself. Try as she might, Cilice could not break through it. Inside, Bulma began to change; her nails hardened, grew and became stronger, her teeth grew into fangs, horns curled around the sides of her head and a tail slowly grew out of her skin. Finally, her pupils shrank to slits and she hissed angrily. Suddenly the sheild dissapeared and all that was left was a demonic Bulma.
"My father left me something more powerful then anything you know. Love. And the instincts of an animal." Now it was Bulma's turn to smile. "Have you ever gotten in a fight with an animal before?"
Bulma left no room for a response. She lept forward, drawing an intricatly carved blade from her belt and almost stabbed Cilice in the arm. Cilice turned at just the right time to avoid the attack by using her bare hands to intercept the blade. It cut her deeply but to Bulma's horror, the gash sealed itself right before her eyes.
"You're not the only one with tricks up your sleeve... Bulma." And Cilice was right. She pulled a sword out of her cloak cuff.
Anyone could tell that they were evenly matched but they kept fighting ceaselessly, blindly. A jab to the right, a claw to the left... their moves were monotone and predictible. Bulma kept landing hits, and she was clearly more agile with a bde, but cilice kept making her wounds dissapear without a trace each time she was hit. Bulma was powerful, but she could not beat something supernatural... or undead.
"What the hell are you?" Bulma had had enough of the nonesense. She needed answers.
"I am not like you." Cilice smiled once more, "I have certain abilities only attainable through killing and suffering. Isn't it wonderful? As long as I kill living things, I can stay alive." She giggled eerily. "Ironic, isn't it?"
Vegita leaned back arrogantly in his high-backed chair. He was very pleased; today's dealings with the ambassadors had gone smoothly and they had rid the space docks of Freiza's men. He fingered the enormous king's-jewel between his fingers and chuckled softly. Under normal circumstances, there would have been a grand ceremony for vegita to have received it... and the kingdom. vegita however, thought that the ceremony was nonsense and decided to cancel it.
"There are going to be a lot of changes around here..." That was all Vegita said. He was too tired to train (or speak, for that matter) and decided to go to bed. Stripping off his armour and spandex slowly, he took the time to enjoy the chilly breeze comming in from his large balcony door. The moon was hidden behind the clouds tonight, and would be for a few days.
"No Oozarus tonight." He said simply and sunk into his silken bedsheets. Surprizingly, he fell into a deep sleep...
Bulma felt a plan slowly forming in her mind; if she could temporarily blind Cilice, she might have a chance at escape. She had a duty to do, and that was to get as many people as she could off the planet Earth. Cilice, she guessed, was most likely working for Freiza and therefore a threat. She had to keep Cilice busy in order to bide some time. Bulma, in the meantime would be looking for something...
"Where do you come from?" She asked casually, never letting her guard down.
"A cold place." and for the first time, there seemed to be a hint of something other then a smile on Cilice's face.
Then she spotted it. Sand. In the far corner of the room. She wouldn't be able to get it unless she did something, fast.
"I see." With lightning speed, Bulma grabbed a fistful of sand, wet it with some of her father's blood and trew it in Cilice's eyes. She screamed in agony and began clawing at her eyes in a frenzy. Bulma looked grim.
"Even after death, my father still helped me..."
Not wasting another precious second, Bulma ran like hell to the ship's entrance and once outside, barred it and destroyed the keypad. She only hoped that that act would give her a bit more time. As she ran for her house all her animal traits slowly faded away and then she burst into her home desprately searching for her mother.
"Mother! Where are you? Come quick!" Bulma's mother appeared by her side with a concerned look on her face.
"What is it honey? Is everything alright?"
"Mother, Daddy is dead! I have no time to explain everything but you must call all our close friends and gather as many people as possible to our safehouse! call the lab scientists aswell! This is an emergency!" her mother looked shocked at the news of her husband's death but knew, from the urgency in her daughter's words, that this was a serious matter and went about her instructions with haste.
"As for me," Bulma whispered to herself while going down a secret elevator "I have to prepare the ship."
After two hours of sleep, Vegita awoke in complete darkness... just the way he liked it. He got dressed quickly and hurried to his dining chamber where a large breakfast was already laid out for him. There was a large variety of things; enormous eggs, enormous pankakes, enormous sausages... everything was in enormous portions in fact. he cleaned the dishes out so that it looked as if nothing had been there and headed down to his personal training center.
He started with some katas and quicly progressed to more demanding training. He even got in some meditation, which was essential to physical, spiritual and intellectual growth. It was just one of the reasons that he was so much stronger then the rest of the saiyans; most thought that meditation was a waste of time.
"Fools." Vegita thought that everyone in his kingdom was a fool but he knew that most were nevertheless fairly strong and they obeyed and served him well. Leaving no more room for thought, Vegita plowed on through his training , now using ki blasts.
Everyone they had room for on the ship had finally gathered in the safehouse. It was miles underground but since their technology was so advanced, the heat from the earth's core was just a pleasent heat. Bulma and her father had developped the new kind of steel especially for the safehouse in case of some catastrophy, or emergency. they had even put an enormous space ship beside the safehouse to allow evacuation if nessecary. That day had come.
Everyone's faces were confused and scared most of the children stared in wonder at the large room they were in and some were crying because they were sensing the uneasiness and fear in the room. Seeing their fear, Bulma explained the situation:
"My friends, my mother and I have called you all to confirm what we thought would never happen: My father, Dr. Breifs is dead. He was murdered in his spaceship by a woman that, I think, was hired by Freiza to kill him. This is a desperate move and will not go unpunished, I assure you all. Though he is dead we will all remember him and I and my team of scientists will carry out the instructuions on the rest of his blueprints." Bulma pointed to a long armoured chest which contained her father's blueprints and gave the crowd a moment to digest the news. "I beleive that Freiza plans to override Earth very soon and that is the reason that I gathered you all. I plan to make our escape to the saiyajin world as soon as possible. I am afraid that we are the only people able to board the ship and though this is painful, we have to make this sacrifice to protect the human race."
Bulma could say no more. She felt so terrible because she had to leave so many innocent people to perish at the hands of Freiza's men. She turned to her fellow scientists and gave them some orders.
"Take that chest of blueprints and put them in our highest-security vault. We must protect those at all costs. They are our only hope of beating Freiza."
"Right Miss Bulma."
Bulma searched the crowd, looking for her mother. At last, she found her, talking with all her friends.
"Hey Bulma!" Goku didn't even seemed fazed at the emergency.
"Hello everyone." She replied half-heartedly. "Excuse my enthusiasm," She tried a pathetic attempt at humour " I haven't slep in a while and daddy's death was more disturbing then you think. There is something strange going on guys..."
Suddenly her mother turned serious.
"Tell us about it honey. Don't keep it bottled up, things like this eat your heart out."
"Okay. What I saw was horrible." Bulma took a deep breath, and fought back tears, "He had been impaled through the showerhead of his personal bathroom." Bulma's voice had lowered to a sorrowful whisper. Everyone gasped at the statement. Tears rolled down her mother's face silently but Bulma, not wanting to show a weakness, held hers back.
"And then, I met the woman that did it to him." Some of her friends held pitying expressions on their faces while others listened with rapt attention. "And I fough her but when I cut her, the cut healed itself. I don't know what she is and I don't know where she came from but I know that we have to leave here as soon as possible."
Her entourage was stunned. A woman that could heal herself instantly... that was a big threat.
Wanting to know more, Chi Chi asked "How did you manage to escape then?"
"I threw wet sand in her eyes and that gave me the time to get out. I locked the door but by now, she's probably already escaped by now though and that's why we have to leave as soon as possible." Then she added, "I'm going to go help my crew prepare the ship."
Walking through the tense crowd, she stopped occasionally to answer questions and give reassurance. Finally, she reached the ship's dock and walked inside. All the scientists were woking grimly but nevertheless tirelessly.
"How are we doing here?" Bulma asked quietly.
"Very well Miss Bulma. We should be able to go in an hour or so."
"Very well." Bulma walked into to the ship's control room and sat in the chair quicly typing in a password and then checking all the ship's functions. Her and her father had done an excellent job: everything was in prime condition. Satified, she logged out and walked back out of the room, securing the door with a 10-digit number code. She decided that the Scientists did not need her getting in the way at that time so she wandered back out and down to her friends and her mother.
"We'll be leaving in about an hour." Bulma left the technicalities out because she knew that no one really needed them right now.
"Oh." That was all anyone could manage. Bulma hated the pitying looks on their faces, it made her feel so weak. Quickly pulling on a fake smile, Bulma tried a new tactic: blissful ignorance.
"How was everyone's week?" She was releaved as the tension dissipated enough for her to beathe properly, a talent that she had almost unlearned in the past days. Everyone started talking about their week (Chi Chi especially) and for those blissful minutes, Bulma began to feel her worry ebb away. Suddenly Krillin asked Bulma a question:
"Say, what did you do this week Bulma?"
"Well, I--" Bulma was not able to finish because the panicked voice of a woman shot above the crowd and reverberated throughout the room.
"My son! My son is gone! I saw him go up the elevator! Help me get my son back!" The poor woman was fighting and shreiking to get to the elevator but the crowd thankfully held her back.
"Fuck." Bulma muttered.
Wow, I amased myself! This is the longest chapter I have ever written! Pats herself on back I hope you guys liked it as much as I like writing it and please review!