Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Android B ❯ It begins ... ( Prologue )

Android B

Disclaimer: Hello, you have reached the automatic answering machine of SapphireAngelOfNight. I just went crazy, but I will be back soon. Please leave a message after the beep-tone and I will get to you as soon as I am in my right state of mind again. -BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!- Sapphire? This is Akira Toriyama. Listen girl, I think I told you once all ready, but I really don't mind telling it you again: I own Dragonball and Dragonball Z, as I am the creator of the manga! I acknowledge the original plot of this story, but please keep in mind: I OWN IT!!!! *evil laugh*

Vegeta sneered at the kid with an ice cream cone next to him. How he hated the park. Not only was it outside of the compound, it was also full of children- loud, nosy, screaming and squealing brats. But Bulma had insisted. And if the woman wanted something, she got it. He had to hand her that: she was persistent. He looked over to his mate and offspring. Trunks was playing with a ball, kicking it against a tree repeatedly. Bulma was standing in row to buy ice cream for the 3 of them.

Trunks shrieked as the ball suddenly bounced off the tree harder than expected and rolled onto the busy street. Bulma screamed, and so did several people, pointing at Trunks, who, chasing after his ball, hadn't noticed the danger he was in. Only when he heard the car's horn and felt a hand pushing him out of the way he realized what was going on. The next thing he knew, strands of blue hair where falling over his face, syrupy red blood giving it an ugly brownish color. He couldn't see anything through the silky strands, not even the look of surprise and disbelieve on his fathers face, as Vegeta stared down on Bulma's body, or, to be precisely, a silver shimmer of a metal plate that could be seen on the side of her head, where for some reason, half her scalp was torn off.