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I was angry.

I was angry that I was stuck in here.

I was angry that there was nothing I could do.

I was angry that I didn't have my parents.

I was angry that I was so weak.

I couldn't even breathe without help from a machine. All because those evil people. They took everything away from me.

Why?

Why did they have to take my parents?

Take away my ability to breathe?

I already had weak lungs to begin with, and Bulma told me that she speculated with all the smoke that I had inhaled during the destruction , that it even made my lungs worse.

I was depressed to say nonetheless. I felt so useless, and helpless that it made me even more angrier. Those monsters deserved to pay! Yet there was nothing I could do.

What could I even do to them? Kick them in the shin and run away? Heck, I couldn't even run to begin with, let alone walk. I was force to be bed ridden, as I couldn't last ten minutes without the blasted humongus contraption. I mean, this thing was bulky. Also it was bolted to the ground.

It also didn't help that I wasn't exponential company either. Even though I was grateful for the Briefs, and Gohan, I didn't exactly feel all that comfortable opening up to them. Plus, it brought back painful memories when I even thought about talking details about myself and my life. I sucked in my lips as I stared at my hands. They were delicate, small, and they wrung the other one out. Weak. Everything about me was weak.

It was pitiful.

I scowled, as I chanted to myself that it wasn't fair.

Suddenly, there was a huge crash that sounded oddly like metal clashing together. My head shot up, as the unexpected sound definitely made me jump out of my skin.

"I'm brilliant! Intelligence sure doesn't leave with age!" A shrill voice that I easily place as Bulma's called out, as her statement was entwine with excitement. My eyebrow quirked upwards, as I was insanely curious to what Bulma was gloating about.

I frowned at my self as it was rude to think it was a gloat. For all I know, she truly could be a genius.

I doubt it though, as I genius could of found a way to bring my parent's back to life. There I go with my negitivity again. Sigh.

What was I going to do with myself?

Bulma busted through my door, a smile stretching from ear to ear.

"Be prepared to call me amazing because looky at what I built!" She thrusted an object in front of my face. The object was small in her hands, as it was a flat cube with what seemed like shiny stainless steel. I picked up the object as it was smooth to the touch, as I noticed it was more than just a flat cube.

It had a silicone substance pointed out, almost like it was covering something. It also had a dark screen almost similar to a heart monitor with a few small black buttons above it. In all honesty, I had no idea what to make of the object.

"I-I'm sorry Ms. Bulma, but I have no idea what this is." I told her as I handed the flat cube to her. She grinned even wider as she was practically dancing in her spot.

"Then you better get to know it! Because, it is none other than a portable breathing machine!" She said in glee, as she showed off the object again.

I took a deep breath, mostly from shock. Did this mean that I would be able to get out of this bed finally? Could it be true?

Bulma placed her hand on her hip as she smirked upon me. Although, it was not out of arrogance, but instead of excitement.

"You see, I kind of figured that you were tired of being cooped up in here and that you wanted to get out, so I put all my time and effort to make something small enough to fit in your pocket yet large enough on the inside to stimulate enough air that you can breath through. It's harder than you would expect to concentrate pure oxygen into such a thing.

Actually, I even had to look through Daddy's old blueprints for when he first thought of the capsules. It was somewhat of the same concept, except trickier because , ya know, air isn't necessarily a containable object. I also added features to make it more than a breathing machine.

As you see there, the screen is suppose to tell you of your breathing rate. If you are breathing to fast, then the machine is going to conform with you in order to allow you to breath better. It's the same way if you are breathing to slow. Now as for the buttons? The middle one is the panic button. So if you ever find yourself in an sort of trouble, just push it and help will be on the way. Kami knows there's more than enough trouble going around.

The button on the left is the perfect way to get in contact to me, and the button on the right is to check your heart rate, if you ever get curious."

After that long explanation, Bulma took a deep breath, letting out a sigh of relief. I watched with wide eyes as she presented me the flat cube again.

Could this be real life?

Or is it just fantasy?

I picked it up with a sense of frailness, scared that it was to shatter in my hands.

"I also made it durable, so you don't have to worry about it breaking either!" Bulma gave me the thumbs up, which blew my worries away.

I looked at it in a new light, as for the first time since I arrived here, I felt pure happiness.

A shaky smile reached my lips , as I looked at her then look back at the invention. My bones jittered with happiness. I had been stuck to the bed for almost a month, and I was ready to be set free.

"All you have to do is just plug the mask up into this hole." She pointed at the silicone point, which really turned out to be a cover all along. As soon as I heard those magic words, I quickly yanked the cord of the mask off the bulky contraption beside me. I heard it whine, and scream as it died down. I ignored it as I reach for the end of the cord, readily to plug it into my new toy.

I uncovered the whole as I plugged in the cord. When I did so, the machine beeped to life , revealing my breathing rate.

I took a deep breath almost naturally, and actually squealed. I jumped up and out of the bad, taking another big breath. I could breath anywhere now! I wasn't just stuck in one spot!

With such glee, I took off. I bolted from the house and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I was free to do what I wanted! I ran around the compound, until something gave out. I crashed into the ground, flinching and convulsing as my body was numb. I heard the door hurriedly swing open, as the bluenette rushed towards me.

"Well that was not the reaction I expected." I winced in pain, as I was yet again disappointed. The only upside was that this time it wasn't my breathing that was the problem.

"You know, just because you can breathe doesn't mean you should immediately strain your body. It need time and exercise to regenerate your muscles. I'm pretty sure Gohan can train you to do so."

She struggle to lift me off the ground as I felt helpless once again. What was the point in all this if there was always going to be something in the way?

I sighed, as I was to have another day in the blasted bed.

Still, now I was able to breathe.

I looked up at the huffing woman as she was carrying me to the room. Here she was going out of her way to do things for me.

"Bulma…." She stopped, as she looked at me bewildered.

""Why are you helping me?" I questioned quietly, as my shyness emerged. I should not have asked that question. It was none of my business, and it was so rude just to ask out of no where. I blushed from embarrassment as I felt like I should crawl in a corner or something along the lines.

She blinked at me, as if not understanding the question. Then she chuckled. I took a sharp intake as I looked back at her quickly, surprised. She continued to march on.

"Listen Kitsue, everyone needs help every once in a while, and there has to be people out there willing to give it. If Gohan and I weren't here to have helped you, you'd more then likely be out there dead. We've already lost enough lives, and I wouldn't want this on my conscious."

I pondered onto what she told me. Took it in deep consideration. She looked saddened as she carried me to the room. It made me wonder if she lost people too. Maybe we all had monsters in our lives.