Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Super, though it would be awesome if I did. All rights go to Akira Touyama.
Note: ESCHALOT'S REDEMPTION.
Bulla's father Vegeta had banned her from fighting, so she always feels left behind, but ever determined to prove her own self-worth, she refuses to oblige to his wishes and rebels much like her brother Trunks would if he was in her shoes. She may be a princess, as rare as they come these days, but she is no typical little lady. She has standards and she has set the bar high, no hands down, so nobody, not even daddy, is going to tell her how to live her life. Her desires will be met, even if she has to break the rules or even bones to get what she truly wants. She is most certainly not a coward and she outright refuses to be weak or the weakest link in the family, being a princess or not, she wants to be a fighter much like the male members of her family.
Like Pan, what is locked inside Bulla is an amazing individual, of great potential and even greater strength than what one first perceives of her when initially graced with her headstrong, commanding demeanor, yet, retains her sensitivity and a kinder side hidden underneath her hardened gaze... Albeit, she may seem as though she's a demanding and overly defensive proud brat from time to time, she has more strength within her spirit than her given names allude to, and her courage is as mighty as her nobility is.
She is more than just a girl who likes many shades of the colors of red.
SHADES OF RED.
Bulla is more than just some pretty face with a possible great inheritance waiting in the wing one day and she is determined to prove it that she has what it takes to fight alongside with The Z Fighters.
Bulla is the primary subject, the main focus of this story. This is a refurbishing of a potential character that should had been given far more character depth and screen time.
Here, we seek to do Bulla justice.
Synopsis:
As Bulla ages into a beautiful lady, she faces a conundrum most teenagers face, along with troubles that most do not, nor could ever imagine in their wildest dreams of dealing with.
Rating: M16+
THE INHERITANCE
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THE FRUU SAGA
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By OpheliaMavisSolveigh
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"It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's dare
It's dare
You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do baby
Hold it down there
Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were there yourself
To work it out
Never did no harm, never did no harm
It's dare
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
It's dare
You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down there
Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you were there yourself
To work it out
Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
Oh
You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down there
Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were there yourself
To work it out
You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down there
Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you were there yourself
To work it out"
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~"Dare" by The Gorillaz
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(((((WHAT HAD TRANSPIRED PREVIOUSLY BEFORE:)))))
April 1st, Age: 789
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Bulla had now turned 9 years old today...
Suddenly a ball of light appeared and blew up the patrolman's ship, fortunately nobody was on board the craft when it had happened.
Lord Beerus's jaw dropped to the ground, his eyes broadened to size of saucers.
"Bulla!" Vegeta called out, fretting as smoke and debris washed through the air in a wave.
Everyone became sickened by the sight of the explosion, most everyone rattled by what could of been most unfortunate.
"Sh*t!" Bulla cursed, coughing as the smoke surrounded her.
"What happened!?" She heard Goten exclaim.
Jaco then pulled out his assigned communicator and likewise his scanner to survey the area for potential threats. His device picked up a figure hovering above in a distance.
"There!" The patrolman pointed out to the figure responsible.
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CHAPTER ONE, PART TWO:
THE WRETCHED
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The dust and smoke had eventually cleared as a small, bizarre looking creature with glimmering metallic-like skin landed down before The Z Fighters, it's tiny body sparkled like a crystal, glistening an aray of colors similarly found when shining a light through a prism.
He blew out an inhuman high pitch whistle.
Others had arrived suddenly and joined the creature right then, presenting themselves and appearing relatively humanoid as far as appearances go and there were six of them in total, each came in different heights and possessed their own distinctive characteristics. They appeared as though they were nothing more than every day local residents.
In silence, the first arrival studied the Z Fighters and all of the other party guests before his eyes landed upon Vegeta.
"Ahh, Prince Vegeta I presume." He spoke.
"And who might you be?" Bulla interrupted, herself being her usual poker faced self.
Vegeta sweat dropped.
"You have some serious nerve to crash this princess's birthday party." Bulla gestured towards herself followed by placing her hands upon her hips, her tone then turning down low as it became deadly, icy even, as she continued talking; "Unless you were invited, kindly remove yourselves from the vicinity immediately, and what I meant by being kindly, I meant be kind to yourselves by escorting yourselves to safety before I murder each and every one of you... So, turn around and go back into the borrow from wence you came or else you will sorely regret ruining my special day." Her voice suddenly became as cool as a cucumber when then having stated afterward; "Unless you have a death wish, then by all means, stay. It's your call." She concluded with a rather nonchalant shrug.
"Yeah, amscray!" Pan belligerently yelled at the intruders.
Everyone else that was not Bulla and Pan sweat dropped.
"Bulla..." Vegeta warned sternly.
Bulla looked back at her father from the corner of her eye as he calmly walked up to her from behind. She smiled brightly, blinking a manifold as she feinted innocence. "Huh? Yes, daddy?"
"Go join your mother and leave." Vegeta insisted.
"What? Why?" Bulla played dumb.
The shining one frowned deeply.
"No, dad. No. You can't make me leave!" Bulla argued with the older Saiyan, becoming hot under the collar as she got up in his face towards the issue.
"I will accept no arguments." Vegeta countered. "Go. Now."
"This is bullsh*t!" Bulla grabbed a hold of the fabric his shirt near the neck which covered his chest region as she teared up. "Why am I always left out of everything?!" Her voice cracked. "It's not fair! Goddammit!"
Vegeta said nothing more.
Bulla released him, knowing he wouldn't change his mind towards the matter no matter what, and slowly began walking away.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere for awhile." Jaco stated, then looked to Bulma.
Bulma nodded. "Don't worry, Jaco. You can stay with us in the meantime. ...Come on, Bulla."
Bulla heaved a forlorn sigh and joined her mom soon afterward.
"Alright! More action for me!" Pan cracked her knuckles, grinning.
"Don't rub it in." Bulla commented as she was escorted away.
Bulma lead her daughter and Jaco to her air mobile and the three, along with Chichi, 18, Maron, Yamcha, Puar, Oolong, Master Roshi, Mr. And Mrs. Briefs, Tights, and other relatives, boarded the craft. Fortunately, as compact as it might appeared, there was just enough space to fit all of them, albeit rather snuggly.
Yamcha blushed as Tights was pressed against him, himself smiling and laughing ridiculous.
Bulma started the engine. "Alright. Here we go." She placed the craft into drive and floored it, taking off with great speed in order to evade herself and her passengers getting killed.
Most of her carry-ons screamed in fear.
"Mom!" Bulla yelled at her. "Slow down!"
Bulma continued flying at top speed.
"MOM! SLOW. THE. F*CK. DOWN!" Bulla bellowed frantically. "YOU'RE SCARING EVERYONE HERE!"
Bulma suddenly hit the breaks, startling her passengers.
"Not fun when on the receiving end, huh?" Bulma addressed her daughter. "You shouldn't lose your cool, rather you should watch and control your temper. If it weren't for your needy display of violence and aggression, those intruders wouldn't have showed up to 'ruin' anything. So, thanks to you going through your episode earlier, your father and brother have to spend the remainder of your birthday fighting a new enemy and you have only yourself to thank for that... But don't expect anything more or better from you since you are only just a child who had not even hit puberty, yet."
"She's right. You're only nine years old." Master Roshi commented nervously, trembling in fear.
Maron looked about, bored. "Say, what now? Is the party completely over or are we now moving it somewhere else?"
Bulma sighed and continued flying the craft but at a far more normal speed.
"I think the party is over for now." Tights answered. "Besides, I'm sure we all have other things on our minds to do now."
"Yeah, like shopping." 18 commented.
"Shopping?" Bulla repeated, brightening up a bit. She looked at her mom. "Mom, may I please go shopping or least carousing around at the mall? Please?"
"Hmm. Maybe. I'll think about it." Bulma responded in a serious tone.
Bulla began pleading. "Oh, come on, mom. I'm sorry for how I behaved earlier, I was just upset was all. Mom. I'm sorry... Mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mom... Mama... Please, Mama... Please..."
Bulla loved her father a far greater deal, but respected her mother more.
A smile graced itself upon Bulma's features. "Alright, you may go. But remember, you have to be home before sunset."
"Yes!" Bulla cheered.
"Sounds fantastic. Bulla, I'll accompany you." Maron invited herself along.
"You sure? I'll be taking my bike there."
"Bike?" Maron questioned out of distaste.
"She means her scooter." Bulma informed her.
"Don't worry. It's motorized." Bulla sent her a hidden sneering grin, mocking as she feinted her own bubbly congeniality.
What lied beneath the Saiyan Princess's cheerful disposition was something far much darker, far deadlier even than anyone can ever imagine at this point in time, all hidden yet bubbling beneath the surface.
"Oh." Maron blinked, herself imagining about what it might look like.
"There's plenty of room for two. Sometimes Pan and I ride together on the MS40." Bulla informed her.
Bulma chuckled. "Reminds me of the old days back when I wasa kid and Goku, Krillan, or Yamcha would hop on board my scooter with me. They're were always such noisy backseat drivers."
"Hey, I'm here, you know." Yamcha complained.
Everyone laughed in response, including Yamcha himself.
"Alright, alright. Let's all land soon. It's rather cramped in here and you all smell funny." 18 insisted.
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Bulla turned on the motor of her red scooter, revving the engine as it warmed up.
"Can you believe that my mom and dad wouldn't buy me my own personal scooter? Instead, this one here was given to me as a hand-me-down from none other than Trunks. It's old. It's ancient. He had gotten it brand spanking new when he was but a kid around my current age."
"Why are your parents so protective of you?' Maron inquired. "I mean, from what I already know about you, you're rather sheltered in comparison with the rest of us you know... And, Miss. Gadget, the Internet doesn't count as a social life, just so you're well aware of that."
"Miss Gadget? I see you've hopped on the same wagon that Pan rides when comes to name calling. Sometimes my family calls me Sparky, especially my brother." Bulla told her, her gaze softening with somewhat form of a bittersweet sort of sadness. "My dad calls me Eschalot...a lot, but not in public."
"Why so sad?" Maron asked.
Bulla didn't answer.
"Oh, I get it. It's still your birthday and they're treating you like you're completely infantile." Maron guessed.
Bulla's eyes broadened into the size of saucers for a moment. "Infantile? Really? ...If only it were that simple?" Her eyes shifted about the room, her eyes becoming shaded and nearly completely dull. Bulla spoke out loud, hoping to be heard, herself sinking deeper into a darker state of depression; "If only that was all it were."
"Well, is the bike ready?" Maron asked. "Despite what you say, I am so envious of you. You're SO lucky. You're far luckier than me and far more lucky than most if not all everyone else on the planet. Pan always talks about it all the time behind your back, about how you have it so much better than she does."
"How so? She's the most popular girl at school. She's always the talk of the town. Most everyone sees me simply as 'Trunks's little sister' and 'that strange rich girl that Pan hangs out with'. I'm always in someone else's shadow, so nobody sees me or really even notices me. The kids at school don't even care to use my given name when speaking about me or even when addressing me, and usually address me only when they want me to do their homework for them, calling me a nerd... I hear what they say, despite how it seems like I never listen. They say how ashamed it is that I'm such a geek, about how my high level of intelligence ruins my good looks. That both pretty and smart don't blend well together, and amongst other things they gossip about towards me... But that's just how classmates are. They talk mindlessly too much about nothing. What bothers me is not the ridiculous prattle that sparks like a wildfire, inevitably spreading out all over like flames in the wind... No, what gets to me is that I'm always getting left behind in matters concerning my immediate family in regards to finally being accepted to be involved in learning to become a fighter and I have no power or any given rights to stand my ground about it, instead I'm ignored when it concerns my own feelings about my own desires being met."
"A fighter? Who wants to be that?" Maron asked rhetorically. "I'm rather happy with just being a very attractive girl." She looked away from the blue haired girl.
Bulla sighed. "But I want so much more than a normal, simple life. I want to be a fighter just like Pan, or just like Trunks or my dad is." She choked back and swallowed her own tears, doing her best to fight back and suppress her emotions as her hair literally stood straight upward for one milisecond, herself trembling as she balled her hands into tight fists...
At that very moment, loud noises of things violently crashing were heard in the background, sounding like something metal must have crashed down, but in reality it just so happened to be that Bulla's own tools had flown completely across the room and had hit the wall adjacent to the one wall they were both closest to and were facing towards, the force alone would have killed someone if they were in the way.
"Huh? What was that?" Maron looked around frantically. "Say, let's get going now. Judging by your looks, you sure could use a new hair accessory. I mean, the one you're wearing looks old and a bit faded and dirty... You know? Tattered and worn. Let's get you a new one A.S.A.P.."
Bulla inhaled a bit sharply, but did so rather quietly, as she regained her composure. She looked at Maron, her own gloominess still seen in the shade of her icy eyes before they returned to appearing more friendly and warm.
Bulla gave Maron her helmet. "Here, put this on."
Maron did as told after having adjusted the straps a bit.
Bulla boarded the scooter first, herself not wearing a helmet, before the blonde joined her by sitting behind her.
Despite Maron's own age, herself being a bit younger than Goten, she was quite small for a lady.
Bulla revved the engine quickly a few times before finally taking off.
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About an hour and a half so later, a solitary official was seen walking around, going from person to person asking questions.
"I'm sorry, officer, but no." One man answered. "Pretty girl, though. Age nine, right? Rather extraordinary looking for her age, too. Is she missing?"
The officer looked at him and calmly stated. "Yes, and a possible runaway."
"Her parents must be concerned for her no doubt." The man's wife who stood beside him spoke up, frowning as she studied the photo more carefully. "How long had she been missing? I think she attends the same school my own daughter goes to. Orange Middle High. In fact, I've seen her there before when dropping my daughter off there in the mornings and likewise when picking her up. My kid talks about the poor little thing, says no one likes her... Which is a sad shame, such a pretty girl. My child insists that the girl is quite peculiar, though, so thankfully my kid doesn't hang out with such a reprobate."
"Orange Middle High? Thank you for your cooperation, ma'am. I'll keep what you said in mind." The officer told her.
"Well, I do hope that you do find that little girl." The woman stated. "Whether or not that she's quite strange, she needs to go back home to be with her parents... Before something bad happens to her, if it not happened to her already."
The officer walked away from the couple and towards the next person whom that he saw.
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Meanwhile, Bulla and Maron were busy in the ladies's department in one clothing store.
"I can't believe how you just stopped an entire weight rack littered with heavy 250 pound weights from falling with one pinky finger, just lifting them up in the air and rolling them away without a single care." Maron whined. "You practically terrified the employees and all the eye witnesses here. Couldn't you have just been more inconspicuous?"
"It's either that or those weights would've killed that little three year old boy. I had to do SOMETHING." Bulla defended.
"You know... Sometimes when I hear you talk, I hear Goku talking. Are you sure you're not his daughter instead?"
"What do you mean, Maron?" Bulla asked, looking at her confused. "Your assertions are absurd if not asinine oftentimes. For instance, the matter of this topic at hand. I am not kinfolk with Goku, much less sound anything like him."
Maron grinned mischievously. "Bulla, do you believe in soul mates?"
"I suppose, but I doubt anyone or anything like that exists out there for me." Bulla then frowned in response.
"I think Goku maaaaaaay... Be your true love." Maron teased as she began laughing.
"What!? Are you insane!?" Bulla shrilled, then immediately became frantic. "There's no way! He shows no signs or even of an inkling of interest in me whatsoever! Plus, my dad would have kittens and then die! Horribly! Tragically! Like fall down dead after digging himself a grave after giving birth to said kittens."
"Calm down! Don't you think that you're over-exaggerating a bit?" Maron argued somewhat.
"Then you don't know a thing about my dad, then. The truth is this: My dad would either kill Goku or kill himself! ...possibly the latter in order to preserve his honor since my dad cannot seem to surpass the clown, ultimately, either way, he would end up dead."
"I think he's theeeee oooooooonnnnnnnnne." Maron sang, laughing still.
"He's married! Thus, your argument is baseless and unfounded, in fact, fundamentally your theory is rather pointless and not thought provoking in the slightest tiny miniscule of a fraction of existence. Moreover, I fear the inevitability that a small percentage of my own neurons had tragically expired by the mere processing of your recent argument, and in my own despair, their fatality rate had just increased exponitionally, significantly even more so by being forced to continue in participating in your stupendous hypothesis." Bulla flailed, feeling immensely chagrined by the notion. "But to entertain your surprisingly pea-sized intellect since you are most intuitively an ignoramus, allow me to further divulge into this topic and thus finally enlighten you by narrowing the list down to one deciding factor, and I'll speak it in simple layman's terms so that you may understand me more clearly: ...he's my best friend's granddad."
"So?" Maron asked.
"You want my dad to die, don't you?" Bulla retorted back with her own rhetorical question, her tone laced with promised ruthlessness, her expression then became completely rancorous, her eyes glaring like sharp daggers before grimacing, baring her teeth in anger. "Shut up!" She literally roared.
"You like him, yes?" Maron asked dumbly, too passive towards Bulla's own dangerous temper, meteorically speaking: 'not caring that she was poking an aggressive tiger'.
The nine year old then groaned in response whilst rubbing her forehead. "Lady, please, I'm nine." She felt her animosity begin to rise, but thankfully only by just a fine hair. "Please, at least think on behalf of my own behavioral dialectic processes, if not, be considerate towards my therapist. At the meantime, my own medulla oblongata is overreacting to your stupidity."
"If not, who do you like then?" Maron prodded. "Is it Goten?"
Bulla had became deadpan. "And so, we've at last reached the final nail biting, hair splitting, spine tingling, goose pimpling conclusion of this catastrophic travesty NOW."
Upon hearing their boisterous commotion, that's when Pan ran up to them both. "There you two are! I've been looking all over for you two!"
"Pan!" Bulla exclaimed in surprise.
"Hey, Pan." Maron greeted with a soft, friendly smile. "Glad you could make it."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Bulla interjected. "Aren't you supposed to be fighting alongside the Z Fighters?"
Pan heaved a loud, exasperated sigh. "Grandpa wanted me to leave the fighting to them and everyone else agreed including my dad."
"So, the Z Team won't play ball with the fairer sex after all, huh?" Bulla surmised.
"Exactly!" Pan exclaimed. "Just because I'm a girl, they wouldn't let me stay! I'm too weak and too much of a liability to be there. Total misogyny."
"Why the gallantry of those chauvinists!" Bulla grinned rather roguishly and then decreed; "I call for equity! I will not stand here and be treated like I'm a lady any longer!"
"Yeah, exactly! We're not as weak as they claim us to be!" Pan cheered.
"Speak for yourselves." Maron coughed.
Bulla continued on with her declaration; "...Where there are rules to be broken, I will break those rules! I will ascend on high and decree it from above the heavens that old ancient proverb; 'ALL IS FAIR IN BOTH LOVE AND WAR!' For I will no longer stand down or stand by idly whilst take to being treated as though I must adhere to the mindless outdated preachings taught by uneducated men, but rather instead I will forge my own path and do things MY WAY, a better way, a more pragmatic way! I call for evolution! I call for a revolution! I will leave behind that which is unnecessary and strike down all which stand in my way..."
Pan looked around rather nervously. "Umm, okay... You go, girl?" She tittered afterwards in response.
Bulla had moved herself to stand upon a display stand, pushing the mannequin out of the way and to the opposite side. "At last, my enemies will fear me, where respect is well deserved it will at last be given to me." She continued on with her bold speech. "No one will question my authority. No one. In due, for out of fear if there'd be no love for me, no one will dare go against me either, less they wish to sorely regret it that moment onward."
Maron grimaced at Bulla in both disgust and dismay.
"Hear me, CHANGE is on the advent horizon!" Bulla stood there proudly nevertheless, despite the glares she was now receiving from all the eyewitnesses that were currently surrounding her. "For I see my future and I see it clearly! Ultimately, down that long, hard, winding and troubled road, as mighty beings can all but merely stare hopelessly outward in awe when gazing upon my silhouette shown in the distance, that day which will come when they are truly graced by my own remarkably amazing presence, therefore likewise finding themselves trembling whilst trapped in a deep, rather stark state of apprehension, they will thereby piss themselves, and in my own resolve and out of my own respite, donning a rather cockish grin, and with a twinkling glimmer of delight shining in my own eye, they will at last kneel before me, and as for me myself l at last will roll the dices and strike them right between their eyes. I will give to them what is deserved, even if I am perceived by my own enemies to be a terror. If it is love that brings me down, then so be it I will cast all love away from me then, for it is better to be feared than loved. Being the fabulously flawed creature that I am, nevertheless, being weak is no longer an option, and so there will no longer be anymore weaknesses found within me. All of this I vow to and pledge to be! With an iron fist, I will rule! I will stand above the rest and I will be on top, myself destined to stand upon the most lofty pinnacle, for I was meant to be, should be and will be The Queen!"
A boy child in a store began wailing.
To obviously mock, Maron blatantly faked her own support toward Bulla. "You finished?"
"...Nice... Umm... Speech... You gave...there?" Pan responded with an exaggerated hesitance, expressing her own uneasiness towards her blue haired friend rather strongly. "Trunks was right? You should be a spoke salesman?" She stifled a laugh before bursting out into a loud fit of laughter.
Maron soon joined Pan a moment there afterward, both laughing out loud at Bulla.
Bulla, needless to say, was not amused by their reaction in the slightest bit. She became cross rather quickly and likewise became closed off and defensive, folding her arms together in front of her chest.
"You're such a drama affectionado, PRINCESS!" Pan laughed. "In fact, when it comes to drama, you take it and make it into an art form! You should seriously capitalize on it!"
Bulla growled, scowling at her friend, but said nothing turned her gaze away from them, avoiding all eye contact as much as possible.
"If don't want to be weak, first start by learning to take criticism." Maron advised Bulla. "My gods, you seriously don't socialize much at all, do you?"
"Now must I remind you that she doesn't?" Pan prompted, having regained her composure. "Her parents keep her locked up in their home most of the time. Unless she has a tag along whom they can truly trust, she's not even allowed to merely be outside, both her mom and dad fearful of her getting into trouble."
"Wow. Jee, that's so sad."
"It all started years back when she was little, when she was but an infant, my dad told me. My dad had never went into it, but something happened that gave her parents a terrible scare." Pan said. "She was either kidnapped or had almost ended up getting kidnapped. Some bad guy, some nemesis was involved or responsible... In fact, I think I remember whom he told it was... Some guy named after a freezer."
"Freezer? You mean Frieza?" Maron asked. "Why? What for?"
Pan shrugged. "Beats me. He's just a really bad guy is all that I know. You know, he's pure evil, so he does what comes naturally to him. My guess is that he just wanted to hurt their family really badly due to old ties maybe, especially Vegeta. All I know is that it gave them such a scare, which is why my own dad beseeches me not to get too involved in their family matters, moreover not to get Bulla involved in any act of violence, and so I am told to refrain from teaching her how fight."
"Ah, must have been that bad." Maron nodded in understanding. "For them to turn out to be that bad."
"I wish they'd stop being so overly protective over me. They won't let me live my life." Bulla spoke up, having been listening to their conversation the whole entire time.
"Hey, you're only nine, right? Give it some more time, maybe they'll ease up a bit." Maron told her.
"As IF." Bulla countered, obviously upset about the whole ordeal.
"They'll ease up eventually, alright?" Maron insisted. "You'll inevitably grow up and be far too old to keep under house arrest. They can't keep you to themselves for themselves forever."
Bulla moaned in plain misery.
"Not exactly." Pan spoke up for her friend. "They'll keep her under lock and key as much as they feasibly can, and as often as much or as long as they possibly can."
"Huh? Really? Well, what about today then? Looks to me she had finally gained some freedom." Maron pointed out.
Pan shook her head, then guided Maron's own eyes toward one direction. "Look over there."
Maron blinked and saw Whis and Beerus hiding out behind racks of clothing, at last taking notice of the duo, hearing the two men speak and argue towards one another in whispers.
"Watch where you're stepping, Whis." Beerus complained.
"Why, I'm sorry, Lord Beerus, but if only you'd kindly stop jabbing me with your elbow we wouldn't have this issue." Whis argued back.
"You started this by stepping on my toes, you fool." Beerus retorted.
"Speaking of fools, I do believe you're making a fool out of your own self for putting on such a scene."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, isn't it obvious, my Lord, that we've been discovered?"
"Oh... So, can we come out of hiding now?"
Whis was heard heaving a sigh. "You think we should?"
Maron stared, dumbfounded.
Becoming confrontational, Bulla marched over and pushed the heavy clothing racks apart, like god parting the red sea, completely exposing the two males. "Alright. How much is my mom paying you two?"
Lord Beerus's jaw hit the floor.
Bulla blushed brightly when seeing him.
"Oh, hi, Bulla." Whis greeted plainly.
"Ummm." Beerus looked around nervously. "Dinner and a movie." He answered half jokingly.
"Oh, don't mind him." Whis waved, taking advantage of the scenario in order to get back at his student. "He only fantasizes about your mom in his most dizzy of daydreams."
Bulla stared back with a wide eyed look towards such a comeback that came from the angel.
"Is that true?" Pan asked the angel. "Does he really have the hots for Bulma?"
Whis chuckled. "Maybe he does?" He stated out of spite.
Lord Beerus glared at him. "Don't be so ridiculous, Whis. Miss Cheelai would be furious if I even so much as considered being with another woman."
"Still fantasizing about the ex-patrolman-ex-bandit then, huh, my Lord?" Whis yawned.
Beerus chuckled fiendishly as his mind shifted into being absorbed by his pervish fantasies.
Bulla rolled her eyes in regards towards the both of them and began marching off.
"Hey, now, where is she walking off to now?" Whis asked out loud, keeping an eye on Bulla.
Lord Beerus snapped out of a trance. "Wait. What? Whis, follow that girl immediately. Quickly, Whis."
"I'm on it." The angel responded as he began doing precisely that.
"Don't lose sight of her, Whis! We cannot let her escape!"
Bulla had taken notice of their pursuit and thus hid herself by running into the ladies restroom.
"Well then, I'll be waiting here when you finish!" Whis informed her.
"Good job, Whis. Now, she's gotten herself cornered." Lord Beerus had stated the obvious when he had caught up. "There's no escaping, little lady!"
"Go away!" The two males heard her voice from beyond the locked door.
"Out of the question!"
"It wasn't a question! It was a statement!" Bulla corrected from behind the door. "As a matter of fact, it was a command, one of which you should and must obligate yourselves to!"
"When there is free food to be involved, I won't risk it!" Beerus fired back.
They then heard a low resounding growl of annoyance, followed by the utterances of vulgarities, all stemming from the blue haired one who had shut herself up inside the restroom in an attempt to what appeared to be a thoughtless act of rebellion.
"There's no negotiating with you, is there?" Bulla asked in a poisonous tone.
"No!"
"I loathe your conviction!"
"Hey now, I used to wipe your tushy!"
Pan snickered. "So, you still commit to all this for food huh?"
"Who could blame her?" Maron pointed out. "I mean, how embarrassing."
"Say, you kind of look upon Bulla as though she's yours, don't you, Lord Beerus?" Pan asked the feline looking god.
"No! Nonsense, it's...for- wait, what are we talking about?" Beerus then looked at Pan quizzically.
Pan sighed. "Nevermind..." She responded to him rather sourly. "Say, come on out, Bulla! Let's blow this place and head to the arcade on the other side of the mall!"
"BULLA, YOU COME OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW THIS INSTANT!" Beerus bellowed.
"Lord Beerus, please, you're making such a scene again!" Whis scolded whilst furrowing his brow in response toward him.
The Lord of Destruction banged profoundly against the restroom door.
"When will you ever learn that won't work?" Piccolo's voice was heard.
Pan, in turn, had immediately turned pale and whined in dismay. "Not everyone is born a genius, Mr. Piccolo."
"But it shouldn't take a genius to figure this out." Piccolo pointed out as he walked up to them.
"Then pray tell, what should I do?" Beerus asked in a scathing tone of voice.
"Buy her something that you know she likes." Piccolo insisted.
"Oh, I get it. Bribe her." Whis guestimated rather gleefully. "Excellent idea, Namekian."
The blue skinned celestial meandered off, looking around for the right bait to buy that will successfully lure the 9 year old out with.
Piccolo walked off, seeming to have taken his leave, but in truth he himself had began exploring the store as well.
Lord Beerus just stood there, behaving as his usual standoffish self.
"Ahem! Maybe you should look for something, too?" Pan insisted of the cat god.
"I suppose, I could, Ducky." Beerus responded as rubbed his chin, pondering upon that thought.
Pan groaned. "It's Pan!"
"Whatever your name is, corncob, I think I'll take on that adventure." Beerus quipped as he began wandering off. "In the meantime, keep and eye on that door, will you? Guard it with your life."
Pan growled in response at him, then turned towards the door once Whis and Lord Beerus were completely out of sight. "Okay, Bulla, the close is clear. Let's get out of here whilst the grown-ups are distracted."
Slowly and quietly the restroom door opened before Bulla crept out, both her and the others quietly sneaking away from both the angel and the god of destruction.
Once they had made it out of the store, the girls fled toward the other side of the mall, running all the way to the arcade for it was Pan whom lead them there.
The three heaved sighs of relief.
"Okay, let's play some games!" The ebony haired tween insisted, casually cracking her knuckles.
"What game do we play first?" The oldest of the trio asked.
"Whatever it is, let's get a bite to eat soon. I'm getting rather peckish." The youngest had spoken up.
Just then the exact same officer whom had been seen combing through the crowds in search of a particular girl earlier came walking into the fancy arcade.
"The newest game released: PIMP NAMED MOJO." Pan told Bulla and Moron. "I heard that game is smoking hot, blazing in popularity. Hopefully the line won't be so devastatingly long and I will at last finally get a chance to play it."
"PIMP NAMED MOJO? What's it about?" Maron inquired.
"What's it about? Are you kidding me?!" Pan became rather snippy. "You haven't played videogames as much as me, or maybe you have, but the objective of the game is to never get caught by the police as you buy and sell paraphernalia, likewise control your very own escort service and pimp up your ride, and make as much cash as possible."
"Wow, that sounds... Well... it sounds... it sounds... It sounds quite..."
"Stupid." Bulla finished Maron's response for her. "Who wants to play a game about sex trafficking?"
"Oh my gods." Maron turned as pale as a ghost. "Sex trafficking? Like human trafficking? You know, where people buy other people to own as slaves?"
"Pretty much, that is what the game is about. It's all the rage at school, I just wanted to experience what the major hype was is all." Pan explained. "I just don't want my very own reputation tarnished... I'm such a good person, though, I do it all for the sake of my family."
Bulla scoffed. "People are becoming really sick these days. The vileness inside of people in this cold world is growing and growing, their hearts decaying away, souls darkening, and literally becoming as worse as they feasibly can be these days, I swear, as the world itself is likewise being sucked down into the drainage pipe that is known better as Lord Frieza's ass."
Pan and Maron stared at Bulla.
"I do believe that I know the reasons why we are friends."
Maron giggled.
A rather loud gurgling and rumbling noise was heard just then.
"Say, let's leave and go buy something to eat already. Please?" Bulla pleaded to them both as she presented herself unto them, begging with the folded hands of prayer. "My stomach is already beginning to eat my spine out of my back."
The two older girls smiled at each other.
"Certainly, but here's the deal-lee-oh: we'll go, but only if you're buying." Pan bargained. "Otherwise, endure having your stomach consume your innards."
Bulla sighed. "Fine. Fine. Agreed. Now, may we please go?"
The officer had spotted the girls amongst the sea of gamers from a distance moments prior to then and thus had began heading over, himself picking up speed in his gait as he violently pushed other people out of his path.
Once close enough, he grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it towards the girls.
With both poise and grace, being a current ballet student, Bulla had turned to face him in a flash and immediately stopped the chair from hitting either of them, catching the chair in midair with one hand and just in the nick of time before anyone else got injured.
As a response to what had just transpired, Maron released an ear piercing shriek of fear.
Pan decided to go toe to toe with him and thus had immediately went into defense mode and in offense launched a series of aggressive attacks, punching and kicking the officer before she recoiled and composed herself before him there in a defensive stance again.
"Who do you think you are? And why did you throw a chair-"
The officer dealt a hard blow right into Pan's stomach with his fist, catching her off guard, himself proving to be very swift on his feet.
Spittle mixed with some blood spewed forth and drizzled out from the girl's mouth.
The man then backhanded her, knocking her for a loop, sending her crashing into the floor.
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...To Be Continued...
Afternotes:
Me: Sorry for the wait. Sigh. Poor Pan. Can she save herself or will someone be there to save her?
Find out in the next chapter to come.