Bulma felt her mind wake as she was shook roughly. She tried to push her unknown attacker off, but her limbs wouldn't move. When she tried to scream, she found her lips were sealed shut as well. She really freaked when her eyes felt as if they were glued shut. She looked around where she was. It was dark, pitch black, as if she was trapped in her own mind.

'What the hell!' she growled as she swung her head back and forth.

She put her hands in front of her face. Nope. Not even that. She crossed her arms and glared into the blackness.

'Where the hell am I? Wait, is that Kakarott?' She tilted her head to the side, straining her ears as she heard something. Sure enough, she could hear his voice as if she was right beside him.

'Wait, why is he yelling at me? What'd I do?'

That's when the afternoon's events ran through her mind. Her eyes widened.

'Oh shit.'

She remembered being shot, telling them it was more than likely Zarbon who performed the act, then blacking out as the paramedics pumped her with some kind of drug to numb the pain.

'Seems that's not the only thing they numbed.' she mumbled as she decided to take a seat and listen to what was going on outside her head.

"Bulma! Bulma, wake up!" She frowned as she heard the tears in her brother's voice.

'What is going on?'

"Bulma! Dammit! Don't do this to me again!"

Now she was confused. People were crying, she was stuck in whatever this place was, now she was getting blamed for something she didn't know she even did.

'Guess I better listen and figure it out.' She relaxed and prepared herself for a long night.

"Why? Why'd you have to do this this?"

She heard a deep voice comfort her brother. She smirked.

'Ah, Turles. Always the calm one.'

Her eyes widened as she heard the rest of his arguement. She narrowed her eyes, grumbling something about idiotic brothers.

'The little asshole thinks i'm going to DIE! What the hell Kakarott! If someone doesn't hit him, i'll wake up and do it my damn self!' she yelled into the darkness as her fists balled up. Then she heard the unmistakable flesh hit flesh sound and smiled.

'Ha, that'll get the little fucker.'

She gasped as she heard Vegeta defend her. She honestly didn't think he'd care what happened to her or be there for that matter.

'Probably got dragged here by Kakarott. Who knows, maybe he does have something in that heart of his.' She shrugged, not worrying about it too long. She sighed as she heard her twin leave. She was getting tired of him.

'Vegeta is right. A bullet can't kill me. But I would like to know how I ended up in this predicament.' she absentmindedly rubbed her chin as she thought. She soon returned her attention back to the commotion so she could figure out this puzzle that was now her life.

"So, Mr. Son,"

'ChiChi.'

"What is exactly wrong with her? We only followed Goku to make sure he didn't do anything rash, we never got any information."

Her father cleared his throat.

"Well, the doctor told me that it missed her heart, but pierced her lungs, causing blood to flow into them. Apparently too much got into them so her body shut down, causing her to go into the coma she is in now. When they tried to remove the bullet, he said it was still too close to the heart. Removing it would only cause damage."

'Fuck. A fucking coma. You've got to be shitting me.'

Bulma was awestruck as she heard this news. The mighty Bulma Son reduced to an unresponsive state? Not likely. But look at her now.

In. A. Fucking. Coma.

'Just my luck,' Bulma started as she layed down on the smooth surface of whatever she was trapped in, pissed at the news she had received, 'better get some sleep while I can.'

Goku sped down Highway 39. If he was correct, he knew exactly where the perpetrator would be. He'd be taken care of in due time. At the moment, he was thinking.

'What am I gonna do when I get there? Guess i'll wing it.'

He gripped the steering wheel tighter as his face etched into a fearsome scowl. His sister was just mortally wounded. Why them? He knew for a fact there were much worse people in the world that deserved to be laying lifeless in a hospital bed, not his sister.

"Fuck." he said out loud as he missed his exit, too caught up in his thougts. He swirved around a minivan and turned around, cutting off a long line of vehicles. He calmed a bit when he was back on track. He continued on for another fifteen miles until he came upon a worn gravel road. He smirked.

"Perfect."

He shut the car off and unbuckled himself. As he took a deep breath, he looked the the sky through his sunroof. He noticed the passing clouds resembled a corndog. Right on que, his stomach growled. He glared at his belly and shook his head furiously.

"Focus. I need to focus. Food can wait." He took one more deep breath and stepped out.

He looked around the entrance of the path. It was covered with large green leaves. He stepped over them and made his way to the warehouse he saw in the distance. All around him was forestry. From his past experience, he knew this place like the back of his hand. Goku walked another ten minutes before he stopped. He hid behind a thick tree and peered out from behind it. Up ahead were two people standing guard outside two green doors. Rather than being on lookout, one was snoozing while the other played with the dirt at his feet. Goku raised a brow.

'Piece of cake.'

He pulled out his gun, making sure the silencer was assembled correctly. He aimed, shooting the first square in the forehead. The guy's partner looked to him in horror as his eyes crossed to watch the blood trail down his nose. When his co-worker hit the dirt with a 'thump', he turned in Goku's direction, only to have a bullet pierce his skull as well. Immediately dead, he slumped down the wall leaving a thick trail of blood behind him.

Goku stepped out from his hiding spot and make his way to the door. As he passed the fallen guards, he kicked the second one.

"Sorry, Kinko. Maybe if you actually did your job you wouldn't be dead right now."

He stepped over the two and made his way to the door. He slipped in unnoticed, hiden by the shadows. As he made his way down a very intricate set of hallways and corridors, he came to a black door. On the front, it had the insignia of a snake wrapped around a rose. He sneered at the carving. He heard voices on the other side and chuckled.

"You make my life so much easier." he whispered to himself as he took a rest outside the door.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. Pictures of Bulma flashed before his eyes as he remembered their time in this place, most bad, but a few he'd never forget. He opened his eyes to come face to face with a set of amber colored irises.

"Hello, Kakarott. Did you get lost playing hide and go seek?" the handsome face formed into a wicked smirk.

Goku growled as he put up a defensive stance.

"No need to worry. I don't plan on hurting you. Oh, I heard about your sister. How is she?" he laughed a cruel laugh that made Goku inwardly cringe. The man took a step forward as he crossed his arms.

"Tell me, is she dead?" he whispered in Goku's ear, his grin growing as he felt Goku shake, barely holding his rage back.

'Calm down. This is the reaction he wants.'

Once he calmed, he turned and looked into his enemies eyes.

"Nope, she's fine. A little shaken, but that's to be expected, don't you agree Zarbon?"

Zarbon visibly paled when he heard this news, taking an involuntary step back.

'No, I couldn't've missed. It was perfect.'

Goku put a fake pout on his face as he took a step back from the lumbering man before him.

"What's wrong? I figured you would like this little bit of information."

When Zarbon didn't say anything, Goku continued his little monologue.

"Well, maybe you'll like this better. I'm about to end your miserable life. Any last words?"

Goku pulled his gun out of his waistband, putting it between Zarbon's eyes before he could even blink. At first, his eyes widened, then he smirked as he looked past the teen's head.

"I don't, but he might."

Goku's face faltered for a moment, but he hid it quickly. He looked in the direction Zarbon was looking in. He froze, his gun hitting the floor, only to be kicked away by the green haired devil.

"Hello Kakarott, it's been a while."