I do not own DBZ, R+Ring is always lovingly appreciated.
The cake shop or "Ohmygodcake!" as Mr Yechen the owner and the girl's boss liked to call it, was a busy shop. Bulma and Chichi worked in one of the busiest shops in the shopping district and today was no different then any other day. Customers came and went one after the other, each one leaving full of cake or with a slice saved for latter in a little delicately wrapped pale blue box with a pink bow. The boxes matched the staff's outfits, the women were dressed in puff skirt dresses, their pink petticoats sticking out from underneath the hems covered in bows that exacted the ones on the customers boxes, pale blue aprons wrapped around their fronts. The men only looked half as ridiculous. Their trousers the pink of the bows and their neat shirts the pale blue, both sexes uniforms were topped with a forage cap with the shops name sewn into the brim in a pale yellow.
There was only an half hour left until Bluma's mid-day break and it showed on her face.
"If you don't put a smile on that face I might just have to stuff your cheeks with cake ya know." Mr Yechen's voice wriggled in her ears and broke out her from the realms of her daydreams and back to reality.
"Oh I'm sorry Mr Yechen, I've just been on my feet all day so far, I didn't even have a drink with my breakfast. I was up late last night with my dad as well helping him fix- "
"Well we can't have you fainting on us and the like can we! You can go for your break now Bulma, just as long as you bring me back one of those crispy chocolate bars." He gave her a wink as he bowed his head telling her to go before he changed his mind.
"I'll be back in fifteen!" Running to the break room to fetch her purse and check her phone her heart sank slightly as the bright screen of the device shone back her with no missed calls. Throwing the cell phone back into her bag with more force then was necessary Bulma huffed, that man of hers was unreliant, irresponsible and a pain as a boyfriend. She needed someone new, someone perfect, just for her.
The thoughts of what she needed in the perfect man remained in her head while she made her way towards the convince store opposite the cake shop.
Channel five news was blasting over the tanoyed system of the shop floor as Bulma entered, the words of the reporter not registering in her head, only the annoyance of the shop having it so loud. Grabbing a sandwich from the refrigerated snack bar she quickly made her way through the small crowd loitering around the shop and moved towards the pay point, trying to get out of the loud, crowded and today, just plain annoying supermarket.
"How much was that?" Her question went un-answered by the dazed looking store clerk sat behind a cash register. "HAY! I-" Bulma cut herself short of finishing her sentence upon taking a closer look at the clerks face. The poor woman was pale white, her pale green eyes wide as saucers in their sockets and she was trembling in her seat. The split second thought of how she didn't fall off the for wheeled office chair that she sat on struck Bulma before the reason why the woman behind the cash register was so terrified did.
Up until then the reporter's voice had only itched at her ears, now the slow realization as to why the channel was so loud within the small grocery shop and why so many people were standing around, just listening to it so intensely dawned on her. Freezing slowly where she stood Bulma finally listened to the words of the reporter.
"-s gone. Where I stand now is on the outskirts of a intergalactic war zone! No where is going to be safe, I've seen them go through steal like it was paper. The police have no control it looks like nothing can stop them....." The transmission cut out inly to be replaced for only a few seconds by the sound of interference then the reporter's voice once again boomed around the walls of the shop. "-GOD! THE CHILDREN! Their forces are pushing out into West City central, If you can get to your children within the school district go no-" That was the last words that came over the tanoyeds from the reporter, Bulma listened with the rest of the crowed as the man's voice crackled then was replaced by the sound of explosions and a sudden whoosh. Shaking her head dully, her pony tail swigging from left to right Bulma was the first to speak aloud, her voice barely audible over the cracking of the ex-news channel.
"That couldn't of been for real right?"
"Its been on the news since the morning didn't you hear?... Aliens attacked earth." The laugh that came from Bulma's throat was a dry one.
"Your kidding... YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING! MY MOM AND DAD ARE NEAR THERE!" Dropping her purse on the spot her legs reacted before Bulma's brain caught up with them carrying her the fastest she'd ever moved back to The cake shop.