MABLESS IS BACK!!! Pop the champagne corks, bath yourselves, and stop
crying. The vicious little fairy's life is back on track, and her writing
is being posted once more. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!! Anyway, if you haven't
noticed the lovely couple has changed. Eh, no bittin' off the head kaz kaz,
I just well, one too many T/P stories can drive a person loony so I'm here
to spice up your DBZ lovin' souls. Enjoy and love me once again my
BEAUTIFUL FANZ!!! R/R while you're at it.
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"Dad?"
I shook my head fiercely, 'No! This wasn't her home, they were just look a likes.' Once again my gaze turned towards the stunned crowd.
"Eh? Who are you?" The blue haired woman spoke up in a soft confidence. When I didn't answer, the young Bulma turned to the young lavender haired man. "Did you know someone else was coming?" He shook his head, and I smirked.
"Girl, who are you!" Grinding my teeth together I looked over to my recently passed father. I felt a small surge as my veins pulsated. This wasn't real, they were gone, everyone was dead.
"Stop It.-." My heart began to speed up and the adrenaline kicked in and her breath went ragged. "Stop it.-.STOP IT!" One blue spark, then another. 'No, I won't go.' I inhaled a sharp breath and collapsed to my knees. The shock wave released and a strong wind pushed the fighters back a bit. A crystalline tear trickled down my cheek, though at the moment I didn't notice it. 'I worked to hard not to control you.' Slowly the rapid heartbeat began to soften in my ears, and the adrenaline faded away a little to quickly for my stomachs liking, but I could feel my body slide back into it's normal rhythm.
"Are you ok?" I wince at the closeness of the voice; nervously I let my gaze travel up the strangely dressed form up to the warm handsome face, surrounded by thick ebony spiked hair. His hand extended out in a gesture of help, I'm not sure at first, but he looks so gentle how could he hurt me. Taking it, he lifts me to my feet. I begin to double over with pain, I had nearly forgotten about the broken ribs, softly touching the wounds, almost. "Your hurt! Here let me help you." I ripped my hand from his.
"NO! I can do it. I'll fix myself, and go back." The realizations kept pumping into my brain. 'There was no home. Everyone was gone. How could I be left? Why Dende, why?' Slowly I began to walk, blood dripping from my wounds, onto my clothes, then finally sounding like rain as they hit the rocky ground. A sharp pain ran through my leg and up to my stubborn brain. I fall back to the cold ground, this time frustrated beyond imagination and my temper rising higher with every passing second.
"Stop you'll hurt yourself more." I heard the footsteps of other people and I couldn't help, but feel claustrophobic. My world was breaking apart, I needed my teacher, I needed my father, I needed Vegeta. I needed him to tell me that I was being stupid, that everything was ok and I was imagining the pain, that I was being a wuss. But he wasn't here, oh god he was gone. Letting my world slip into that blackness of my mind, I fell unconscious.
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My fist connected with the wall, part of the wall caving in, and my knuckles nicely nicked some blood here and there. It didn't matter; the physical pain was much comforting than the mental. 'Why did I even ask? It was just a stupid thought that had popped into my head.' I had let my vocals ring in echo, 'Do you ever think of me as more than a training partner?' Even now when I think about the words and his reaction I feel the anger of my stupidity run over me. He had stopped his incessant one-finger push-ups and turned to me confused for the few milliseconds it takes to figure out the meaning of the words.
My mind had flipped when I realized he had heard it. His feet clicked on the floor and he moved towards the gravity chambers door. "Training is over for today.-.Brat." His tone had been so cold and harsh, I had heard him like this before, but never so directly. I felt a cold rush freeze my heart as I watched the door slide shut and the silence of the room consume me. I saw a light shoot out of the corner of my eye, and I ran to the window to see the cause. Vegeta took off into the night sky and was gone.
He had been gone for what it seemed like, months. I really couldn't keep track anymore, it just made the pain worse. Bulma hadn't started worrying until a month had passed, then she began to become frantic, scared that he might not come back, she buried herself in more work than she had when Trunks and Bra were killed. When I stopped seeing her around the house, I had to calm my own fears about Vegeta and comfort her. Then, when I had told her that I knew he was ok, lying about feeling his chi, she told me something I don't think I would ever forget.
"Regeneration complete." The calming female voice spoke for the computer system. Soothing water passed over my floating form, and I felt my body set down on a cold surface. Air pushed out and the glass door slid open. I opened my tired eyes and looked into what seemed to be a very clean white room. (Oh GOD!!! A doctors office.-. *Faints*) I raised my hand and felt my chest, I wasn't bleeding anymore, and I was naked. That was a little unnerving, but I would fix that once I got out of this thing. I ripped all the wires from myself, and took off the oxygen mask, letting my lungs inhale the outside oxygen in comfort.
I stepped out onto the titled floor, my legs shifting to the weight of my form. My balance came to me and I began to walk around the good-sized room, somehow it seemed familiar to me, but right now it doesn't matter. A small bench is in the corner, holding a few towels. Moving over to them, I pick up one of the overly fluffy towels, warm, probably fresh from the dryer, I smile at the softness. Coming out of my childish bliss I wrap it around my wet body and securely tuck it in at the front. My black hair, heavy from water, hung down to mid back dripping like a leaky faucet. I sigh, and ignore how cold it is sliding down my neck to my legs, and continue to walk out the open door of the room.
The cream rugs stretched far down the long hall, and slipped under white logo covered doors. C.C., capsule corp., so this was my home in the past, it looked, well fresh. Well built, clean, and not half-destroyed which was a plus in many ways. My gaze grazed the many awards that hung on the plain walls, 'Heh.' I remember Bulma gossiping about all the awards her and her father had won over the years. Never really believed all of them, but from the looks of it, she wasn't lying. I came to a jerking halt when I saw the door. The freshly painted words, silver finish making it shine like the moon in the midnight sky. I laid my hand on the metal wishing it were the one I had so fondly made my "playhouse" as a child. Pushing the small red button at the side, I watched the silver door open up and leave me way to walk into the gravity chamber.
I stepped in turning round to capture the look of the round room. There were the same three windows, the same red floor, with less scorch marks than I remember, and the center control system. I laughed remembering how long it took me to figure it out, but it wasn't even close to how long it to Vegeta. I catch the slip of his name in my mind, and I feel apart of myself sink back into mourning. The room began to feed a fire I felt growing, so I felt it was time to leave. Once outside the chamber I turned and watched the door slide shut, closing the part of my heart I refused to listen to a long time ago.
I once again moved down the hall, unsure what I was looking for. "Has she woken up?" A gentle voice spoke out through the quiet halls. Rounding a corner I walked into the doorframe of what seemed to be the main living room.
"I'm not sure, I haven't checked today, I've been busy fixing Vegeta's last mess." I heard the ending part rolled over with a growl.
"Onna, you wouldn't have to fix that piece of shit every time, if you just built it correct the first time." There was no way I could mistake that voice, when I felt my heart lagged in my throat and I could tell I was right.
"Damn it Vegeta, I swear if you didn't need your help, I'd.I'd-" I imagined him smirking.
"You'd what, kill me. Not even Kakarot here could pull that off." Someone gulped and his voice let out a shaky ref voice.
"Gu.-.guys. I suggest you quick snapping at each other, it won't get us anywhere." My mind gave up trying to figure out who was speaking, and started yelling at me to make my presence known.
"Krillin's right you two, we have much bigger problems on our hands, like the androids." The alarms went off in my head, 'Do not say anything!' Oh, but of course I never listen to my head when it is correct.
"The androids? You mean they're here!"
"Dad?"
I shook my head fiercely, 'No! This wasn't her home, they were just look a likes.' Once again my gaze turned towards the stunned crowd.
"Eh? Who are you?" The blue haired woman spoke up in a soft confidence. When I didn't answer, the young Bulma turned to the young lavender haired man. "Did you know someone else was coming?" He shook his head, and I smirked.
"Girl, who are you!" Grinding my teeth together I looked over to my recently passed father. I felt a small surge as my veins pulsated. This wasn't real, they were gone, everyone was dead.
"Stop It.-." My heart began to speed up and the adrenaline kicked in and her breath went ragged. "Stop it.-.STOP IT!" One blue spark, then another. 'No, I won't go.' I inhaled a sharp breath and collapsed to my knees. The shock wave released and a strong wind pushed the fighters back a bit. A crystalline tear trickled down my cheek, though at the moment I didn't notice it. 'I worked to hard not to control you.' Slowly the rapid heartbeat began to soften in my ears, and the adrenaline faded away a little to quickly for my stomachs liking, but I could feel my body slide back into it's normal rhythm.
"Are you ok?" I wince at the closeness of the voice; nervously I let my gaze travel up the strangely dressed form up to the warm handsome face, surrounded by thick ebony spiked hair. His hand extended out in a gesture of help, I'm not sure at first, but he looks so gentle how could he hurt me. Taking it, he lifts me to my feet. I begin to double over with pain, I had nearly forgotten about the broken ribs, softly touching the wounds, almost. "Your hurt! Here let me help you." I ripped my hand from his.
"NO! I can do it. I'll fix myself, and go back." The realizations kept pumping into my brain. 'There was no home. Everyone was gone. How could I be left? Why Dende, why?' Slowly I began to walk, blood dripping from my wounds, onto my clothes, then finally sounding like rain as they hit the rocky ground. A sharp pain ran through my leg and up to my stubborn brain. I fall back to the cold ground, this time frustrated beyond imagination and my temper rising higher with every passing second.
"Stop you'll hurt yourself more." I heard the footsteps of other people and I couldn't help, but feel claustrophobic. My world was breaking apart, I needed my teacher, I needed my father, I needed Vegeta. I needed him to tell me that I was being stupid, that everything was ok and I was imagining the pain, that I was being a wuss. But he wasn't here, oh god he was gone. Letting my world slip into that blackness of my mind, I fell unconscious.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fist connected with the wall, part of the wall caving in, and my knuckles nicely nicked some blood here and there. It didn't matter; the physical pain was much comforting than the mental. 'Why did I even ask? It was just a stupid thought that had popped into my head.' I had let my vocals ring in echo, 'Do you ever think of me as more than a training partner?' Even now when I think about the words and his reaction I feel the anger of my stupidity run over me. He had stopped his incessant one-finger push-ups and turned to me confused for the few milliseconds it takes to figure out the meaning of the words.
My mind had flipped when I realized he had heard it. His feet clicked on the floor and he moved towards the gravity chambers door. "Training is over for today.-.Brat." His tone had been so cold and harsh, I had heard him like this before, but never so directly. I felt a cold rush freeze my heart as I watched the door slide shut and the silence of the room consume me. I saw a light shoot out of the corner of my eye, and I ran to the window to see the cause. Vegeta took off into the night sky and was gone.
He had been gone for what it seemed like, months. I really couldn't keep track anymore, it just made the pain worse. Bulma hadn't started worrying until a month had passed, then she began to become frantic, scared that he might not come back, she buried herself in more work than she had when Trunks and Bra were killed. When I stopped seeing her around the house, I had to calm my own fears about Vegeta and comfort her. Then, when I had told her that I knew he was ok, lying about feeling his chi, she told me something I don't think I would ever forget.
"Regeneration complete." The calming female voice spoke for the computer system. Soothing water passed over my floating form, and I felt my body set down on a cold surface. Air pushed out and the glass door slid open. I opened my tired eyes and looked into what seemed to be a very clean white room. (Oh GOD!!! A doctors office.-. *Faints*) I raised my hand and felt my chest, I wasn't bleeding anymore, and I was naked. That was a little unnerving, but I would fix that once I got out of this thing. I ripped all the wires from myself, and took off the oxygen mask, letting my lungs inhale the outside oxygen in comfort.
I stepped out onto the titled floor, my legs shifting to the weight of my form. My balance came to me and I began to walk around the good-sized room, somehow it seemed familiar to me, but right now it doesn't matter. A small bench is in the corner, holding a few towels. Moving over to them, I pick up one of the overly fluffy towels, warm, probably fresh from the dryer, I smile at the softness. Coming out of my childish bliss I wrap it around my wet body and securely tuck it in at the front. My black hair, heavy from water, hung down to mid back dripping like a leaky faucet. I sigh, and ignore how cold it is sliding down my neck to my legs, and continue to walk out the open door of the room.
The cream rugs stretched far down the long hall, and slipped under white logo covered doors. C.C., capsule corp., so this was my home in the past, it looked, well fresh. Well built, clean, and not half-destroyed which was a plus in many ways. My gaze grazed the many awards that hung on the plain walls, 'Heh.' I remember Bulma gossiping about all the awards her and her father had won over the years. Never really believed all of them, but from the looks of it, she wasn't lying. I came to a jerking halt when I saw the door. The freshly painted words, silver finish making it shine like the moon in the midnight sky. I laid my hand on the metal wishing it were the one I had so fondly made my "playhouse" as a child. Pushing the small red button at the side, I watched the silver door open up and leave me way to walk into the gravity chamber.
I stepped in turning round to capture the look of the round room. There were the same three windows, the same red floor, with less scorch marks than I remember, and the center control system. I laughed remembering how long it took me to figure it out, but it wasn't even close to how long it to Vegeta. I catch the slip of his name in my mind, and I feel apart of myself sink back into mourning. The room began to feed a fire I felt growing, so I felt it was time to leave. Once outside the chamber I turned and watched the door slide shut, closing the part of my heart I refused to listen to a long time ago.
I once again moved down the hall, unsure what I was looking for. "Has she woken up?" A gentle voice spoke out through the quiet halls. Rounding a corner I walked into the doorframe of what seemed to be the main living room.
"I'm not sure, I haven't checked today, I've been busy fixing Vegeta's last mess." I heard the ending part rolled over with a growl.
"Onna, you wouldn't have to fix that piece of shit every time, if you just built it correct the first time." There was no way I could mistake that voice, when I felt my heart lagged in my throat and I could tell I was right.
"Damn it Vegeta, I swear if you didn't need your help, I'd.I'd-" I imagined him smirking.
"You'd what, kill me. Not even Kakarot here could pull that off." Someone gulped and his voice let out a shaky ref voice.
"Gu.-.guys. I suggest you quick snapping at each other, it won't get us anywhere." My mind gave up trying to figure out who was speaking, and started yelling at me to make my presence known.
"Krillin's right you two, we have much bigger problems on our hands, like the androids." The alarms went off in my head, 'Do not say anything!' Oh, but of course I never listen to my head when it is correct.
"The androids? You mean they're here!"