Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 4

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“Daddy! Oh thank Kami.” Bulma exclaimed in unveiled excitement.

It had been three days of endless travel into the dark depths of space since she had last had any contact with another living being. It was not an exciting adventure. At least when she was travelling to Namek she had had Krillin and Gohan for company, now she had no one! Gohan. How her insides had squeezed in guilt every time she thought about the child - and her other friends for that matter. She had felt like she had abandoned them to their doom and she felt like they should hate her as much as she momentarily hated herself. Of course not being one to sit around and sulk at her misfortune, Bulma had started busying her deft hands and brilliant brain. She was grateful that she had had her tool belt around her waist, with a few Capsules that contained some of her prized possessions, when she had boarded the space ship. She had then started to repair the control panel so she could make contact with her family and co ordinate her ship on a course back to Earth. After three days of hard work, persistence and nothing else better to do Bulma had finally succeeded. She was glad that Goku had come in a modified ship from Capsule Corporation so she could understand her father’s intricate work. She knew there was another ship just like this one that her dad was using to keep up with Goku on his trip and that was how she had finally managed to contact her father.

“Bulma dear, how are you?” Dr Briefs asked casually.

Bulma was way too excited to roll her eyes at her father’s lack of enthusiasm at seeing her. She had always been a child genius, an independent girl who could take care of herself and so her parents had never truly stressed about her well being. They had always left her to her own devices and she was the type of being who enjoyed her freedom and space to do as she pleased. She was not one to be tied down for it caused her to become restless. It wasn’t that her parents didn’t care about her, no, they loved her immensely and unconditionally – even if it didn’t seem that way to most people. However Bulma knew that nothing was ever how it seemed and she had a strange acceptance of her parents’ behaviour because she had never, ever felt like they didn’t care for her. And when you were a sixteen year old genius who travelled the world in search of mystical wish granting Dragons, befriended little boys with tails, lived on isolated islands to venture out and watch Martial Arts Tournaments and came home with a desert bandit boyfriend she imagined nothing else she could do that would shock her parents!

She was fortunate and she knew that for she could always count on both her parents. Even if her mother was a complete ditz the older woman could always tell when something, and exactly what that something was, was bugging Bulma. And that kind of understanding, whether she admitted it or not, was amazing to have. And she was daddy’s little girl. Her father and she could sit together for hours, whether it was to work on a new invention or discuss ideas for new developments, they shared their own special bond because of their mutual intelligence. ‘It was good to be an only child sometimes.’ Yes, her parents were different but since when had her life ever been normal? As if to prove her point about their seemingly nonchalant attitude towards their only child, her father spoke reasonably again.

“Your mother and I were very worried about you when Gohan came back without you and told us he had left you at the ship. Of course I knew you must be adventuring off in space, but that boy was distraught at ...”

Bulma drowned out her father’s digressive ramblings as her mind processed his words. Gohan was alive! Gohan was distraught at her not arriving home safely. For the first time in days Bulma breathed normally as she finally felt freed from the binding shackles of guilt that were threatening to squeeze the life out of her.

“Daddy I’m fine, but what about the others?” Bulma asked eagerly.

“Oh, well ...”

And for the next fifteen or so minutes Bulma listened raptly as her father explained what had happened since her blast off from Namek. Apparently with Piccolo being revived Earth’s Dragon Balls were used to wish back all those that Frieza had killed. With Guru’s resurrection the Namekian Dragon, Purunga, had returned to grant one last wish which was used to transport everyone, but Frieza and Goku, the latter who her father assured her was still alive before she could interrupt his fascinating tale, from Planet Namek to Earth. It was there that Gohan had called them to fetch him and the Nameks. Her mother had then suggested that all the Namekians stay at their home, with Capsule Corporations’ large Compound, until the Dragon Balls were renewed for them to wish back their home Planet.  Bulma was honestly impressed at her mother’s suggestion and just accepted that the woman did have her rare moments of wonderful ideas for that was exactly what Bulma would have done herself if she had been placed in the same situation.

‘After all, green men from outer space weren’t a common sight on Earth. And they would need major Credit Cards to live in a hotel.’ She was relived at what her father had told her, even though she was upset to hear about Krillin’s death. And yet she found a small piece of herself troubled, for her mind wandered to Vegeta. Yes, the same Vegeta who had come to Earth and challenged all her friends to a battle of death, including her lover. The same Vegeta, who had wanted to steal Earth’s Dragon Balls to selfishly wish for immortality while trying to kill her best friend by stamping him with his aped foot. The same Vegeta who had nearly squeezed the life out of her while he tried to snap her neck in two all for a silly insult. But he was also the same Vegeta who had saved her from Zarbon and Burter, the one who had tried to wipe away the invisible blood she saw with his words. The same man who had caressed her face gently. It was crazy yes, but she couldn’t help but wonder what had become of him. Had he survived the destruction of Namek or had he met his end there? It would be a shame if he was dead and at that thought she felt oddly robbed over his demise. Why she felt saddened that she had not been given the chance to get to know a cold hearted murderer she didn’t know.

“That’s really great daddy.” Bulma smiled brightly at her father.

“We could always use the Namekian Dragon Balls to wish you back home from its next renewal.” Her father suggested as he twisted his bushy moustache, a habit he always engaged in whilst concentrating.

As appealing as that idea sounded to her homesick self Bulma decided not to accept that generous offer so she could do something unselfish for a change in the hope of finally washing away any lingering guilt that niggled at her conscience. The great thing about the Namekian Dragon Balls was that they only took one hundred and thirty one days to renew unlike Earth’s set which took three hundred and sixty five days to become usable again. An entire year! And Yamcha, Tien and Chiatzu still had to be revived. At the thought of Yamcha, Bulma felt a guilty flush stain her cheeks as she had not been so concerned about him recently. ‘Oh but he’s already dead.’ Bulma reasoned.

“No thanks daddy. Use it for what it was supposed to be used for. I’ll fly back home. I just need the new co ordinates to Earth as I lost all the previous data on the systems drive when it crashed.” Bulma explained to her father. After a few minutes, with the new co ordinates being printed, Bulma bid her father farewell with regards to her mother and all of her other friends.

After the communication was disconnected Bulma set to work to get home. She entered the co ordinates her father had provided her with into the system. Bulma was about three months away from home from the place she was at, at the moment. However, she would have had to make a u-turn in space as she was now travelling in the opposite direction of her home Planet. But she couldn’t do that for she would run out of fuel if she did so. There were no Planets with breathable atmospheres from where she was on her way back home, since Namek’s destruction. Bulma then checked in on where she was heading to at that moment. She was about a month away from the nearest Planet with a breathable atmosphere. She had to make a small pit stop for some fuel and food. She did not want to crash in space and fall into the bottomless pit for all eternity. Bulma shuddered at the thought of growing old and wrinkly in the black emptiness of space with no one to keep her company or without any moisturizer for her skin. Although it meant she had yet another dilemma to face. If she kept moving towards the nearest Planet, Bulma didn’t know what she would find there. She would be walking into unknown territory without any protection at all. No Z fighters to protect her. ‘I should have learnt a few self defence moves.’ Bulma sighed as she knew that nothing would have convinced her to learn how to protect herself as she had no interest in fighting. It was just no fun and she would probably fall off to sleep if she had to defend herself from an attacker.

Besides, she couldn’t manipulate energy like other fighters could and what if she came across that type of strong warriors? Her moves would be rendered completely useless! If she could only just strip anyone who tried to harm her off their energies then she would leave them as helpless as a kitten. “That’s it!” Bulma screamed excitedly as a light bulb went off in her brilliant mind and she did a small twirl on the spot clasping her hands together in glee. “Bulma, you truly are a genius! Beauty and brains.” The beautiful blue haired genius exclaimed without any false modesty!

Bulma had finally completed her masterpiece! She was quite proud of her little pet project especially with how she had to contend with what little she had. She had luckily, thanks to her tool belt, had all her precious tools in her possession. However she had to steal pieces of metal, stray strands of wire and other electronic trappings from her mobile phone, a few Capsules and eventually, much to her disappointment, from the coffee maker her dad had no doubt installed. She made a note to thank him later since she knew Goku hated coffee and would have omitted to have the machine installed if it were up to him. She had consoled herself with the fact that she could most likely buy a few parts from the Planet she would be landing on shortly and repair the coffee maker. And besides, she wouldn’t need her daily dose of coffee to stimulate her dead muscles every morning if there was no life left in her. She looked at the silver pen in her hand, turning it around with her slender fingers.

It was her safety weapon! It was a pen of course, one that she had found uselessly lying about, but a very special pen indeed. It could not write a single word yet it could write out, or more like press out, a person’s energy with a small touch of her weak fingers. Well she hoped so at least. According to her calculations, by the slight buzzing sound it made when she pressed the little red button on its side and its steady vibration, Bulma guessed that it should work absolutely fine on anyone with a substantial amount of energy in their body. She definitely didn’t want to test it out on her own meagre energy for that could be dangerous and zap out her entire life force. Bulma polished the shiny silver casing of the pen until it shined, feeling a little excited at the power she held in her hand. It was quite liberating to know that she held a tool of such power in the palm of her hands and that inside the beautiful and deceitful disguise of a pen was hidden a technological masterpiece of deadly proportions.

However, that was not the only device Bulma had created while travelling in space. It came to her one night while she was working on her energy draining gun that she may not be able to communicate with the people on the Planet she was heading for. English, she believed was a Universal language, but hell, even some people back on Earth couldn’t speak English and so she had decided she needed help. Using whatever she could get her hands on she had created a pair of Universal Translator Bracelets. And they looked like a really cute pair of accessories. Bulma’s scientific and fashionable mind was stopped from its endless running as the monotone computerized voice of her ship declared that she was landing. Bulma strapped in, even though Capsule 3 was designed to land smoothly, and watched as she approached a shimmering ball of silver.

“Wow!” Bulma exclaimed as her eyes widened in amazement. It was truly a magnificent sight to behold. Magical! The entire planet was a shiny silver that looked like it had vanilla ice cream swirled around the shimmering orb in delicate rings, winking at her imminent arrival. Even with the impressive sight before her Bulma closed her eyes softly and held onto the seats arm rests until the ship landed with a small bump into the ground. When the ship had stopped its buzzing hum Bulma opened her eyes to look at the large monitor from the control panel. “Wow!” was all even Bulma’s brilliant mind could articulate.

The Planet she was on was nothing like she had ever imagined in her wildest fantasies. Everything looked like it had been weaved with silver thread, the ground looked like a smooth, silver, ice rink with not a stray rock or stone visible on its shiny surface that made Bulma think she would slip on it. There were tall buildings that looked like ordinary flats from back home only around every window and the large double doors were bedecked with an array of shiny jewels. ‘I wouldn’t mind living there.’ Bulma smiled indulgently at the building. However, she knew she had to get out of her ship in the hopes of finding any living beings here. Reluctantly Bulma initialized the opening for the door and stepped out cautiously, ensuring that her Universal Translating bracelet was securely wrapped around her wrist and her energy draining pen and the twin bracelet was safely holstered on her tool belt.

As soon as her small feet landed firmly on the ground Bulma felt a sense of burning air fill her chest. She felt as if she had been running a mile and it was now difficult to breathe after stopping. Her mind thought maybe the control panel had been wrong and that the air here was not breathable, however after minutes of gulping the pungent air into her lungs Bulma felt it become easier to breathe. She blinked her big blue eyes a few times to focus her blurry vision and gasped in awe. The air was a smoky silver that shimmered like fog on Earth, which was probably why she had found it difficult to breathe at first. She noticed flowing water nearby, well she assumed that that was what it was as it resembled streams back home, that looked as if it were filled with milk and she guessed that the stream combined with the sleek silver ground with its glittering silver dusted sky was what created the amazing vision of rings on the Planet’s surface from outer space. Just as the blue of the seas and the green and brown of the earth gave her home Planet its beautiful landscape look from space. The Planet was quite however and Bulma found the silence eerie as any developed area on Earth was always buzzing with lively activity. She exhaled slowly and then turned around to encapsulate her ship. The last thing she needed was for it to be stolen and for her to be stranded here. Bulma turned around to look back at the building when a gust of the silver fog swirled right before her whispering, “How did you do that?” Bulma shrieked and jumped back. ‘Did Fog speak?’

She felt as if her skin had been kissed with a light spray of a cool mist when the same voice whispered into her ear again. “What are you?” Bulma screamed this time as she couldn’t see behind her and ran like a mad woman away from the crater she had caused when landing, her hands flaying wildly in the air. However she did not get very far before the silver fog surrounded her like a swirling tornado but without the rustling wind that blew at her skin. Bulma gulped noisily as her heart pounded from fear in her chest. She tried to run past the silver fog thinking it did not look solid but she was proven wrong when her body pressed into the fog as if it had a shape of its own and her flesh felt moistened with the mist like substance again. Bulma fell back onto her bottom and looked up anxiously. She was about to reach for her pen when she heard another whispering voice.

“That is enough Ma’isah.” The swirling mass faded into a slim tall body. Bulma looked up at the alien who looked oddly naked in her bare silver skin, accept for milky white patches of flawless skin that looked like silk covering her feminine bits. Bulma looked up at a heart shaped face that was stunningly beautiful, with almond shaped eyes that were a catching shade of violet, a cute as a button nose and full pouty lips that screamed, ‘kiss me’! Her sultry body was shaped like a human’s only with silver and white skin, a white fluffy tail that looked as bushy as a squirrel’s with a silver tip and milky white hair that was streaked with the same shimmering colour.

“She does look a little like us, except in different colours.” It was not the beautiful female that spoke a language that Bulma thankfully did understand with her Universal Translator on her wrist, her Translator identifying the language as Cibara, but another whispered voice that resembled a male’s. He was as tall as the woman only with broad shoulders and muscular biceps and she could tell that he was well endowed as a male where his lean hips were covered with white skin. She didn’t understand how only skin could cover a beings person but now she did. Blushing, she quickly raised her eyes to stare at his face. He was very handsome indeed and held himself in a very respectful manner. He looked oddly pure and innocent yet wise and caring, where as the woman who had frightened Bulma looked annoyingly bitchy and arrogantly proud.

“She looks harmless.” The female spoke again in that same hushed tones making Bulma realize that their voices reached only whispered levels.

“Yes, and she did run from us. It does not seem like she has any special abilities.” The male one replied.

“I’m standing right here.” Bulma said indignantly - her feisty and demanding personality overcoming her initial fear for these strange beings - growing tired of being ignored as she folded her arms across her chest. They didn’t seem to understand her as the male’s handsome face seemed to frown in confusion, only without the lines, and the female walked around Bulma eyeing her curiously.

“Wait!” Bulma said as she lifted her hand in a helpless gesture, as if to prove she meant them no harm, while her other hand reached into a pouch of her tool belt. That reminded her, she needed some new clothes soon. She was wearing her designer space outfit of black pants with a dress jacket of yellow and black since her journey to Namek. Bulma pulled out the twin Universal Translator bracelet that she had designed and offered it to the male while she pointed to the identical pair on her wrist.

The pair before her looked at each other strangely before they queried if they should trust her. After a shrug from the female he carefully placed the band around his wrist. “What is this?” The male asked.

“It’s a Universal Translator.” Bulma smiled proudly and the male’s almond shaped violet eyes widened in surprise as he understood her clearly before giving her a huge smile.

“What is it?” The female whined the question at the male, obviously not used to being left out of conversations. And Bulma was glad she could understand her, without her understanding Bulma.

“We can understand each other with this.” The male said, lifting up his wrist in a short wiggle without breaking his gaze from Bulma’s beautiful face.

“I am Bulma Briefs.” Bulma said cheerfully as she extended her hand towards the male before her.

He looked at her hand strangely before holding it lightly in his hand. “I am Mika’il.” He said happily as his hand stayed against hers, Bulma quickly grasped it and gave it a firm shake as he obviously hadn’t a clue what to do with her offering. “And this is my sister Ma’isah.”

Now that Bulma knew that the two beings were siblings she could see the resemblance between them that spoke of their relationship and strangely she found their names suited them well. She thanked Kami that she had been born a genius or she would have never survived in space without her little toys.

“I come from Planet Earth. I’m stranded in space and I need to make my way back home but I am in need of fuel and food. Do you think you could help me?”

Bulma chewed on a very tasty morsel of something she had dubbed fruit from the Planet Jumanah. She suckled its sweet flesh as her tongue savoured its juicy flavour. It reminded her of a very soft mango only its flesh was a pale pink in colour. She had been lucky, she had to admit now, that she had landed on such a friendly Planet. Mika’il had been a great help, thanks to her Universal Translator and she had learned that the whispering Jumanahs could actually move in a dense matter like fog. The fog that Bulma had seen was actually people moving around. However they could also appear in solid forms when they chose to.

It was a big learning experience for her though and not just because Bulma soaked in knowledge like a very dry sponge does water, but because the difference between The Planet Jumanah and Earth were as wide as the distance between them in space. She had in fact extended her stay to a week because she had been so infatuated with her new surroundings. It had been like going on another adventure and she had to use a lot of strong will power to finally leave. But she had not regretted her stay as she had learned so much and as long as her parents weren’t going to worry about her then she did not have to feel guilty. Earth could help save themselves for a change, she didn’t need to be there to wish back its special forces and they were going to do fine on their own. She was now making her way home but she did need to make another pit stop as well, for Mika’il had told her of a friendly Planet that she would pass that sold suitable clothing for her. A Planet that remarkably, did not register on any data bases, for its location boarded on the outskirts of their galaxy, and had a breathable atmosphere. And after listening to the way he had described the Planets trade for material she was definitely looking forward to it.

She had stocked up on food, fuel and parts to keep her invent-fully occupied but couldn’t find any clothing for herself as the Jumanahs didn’t have the use for any and so she had managed to save quite a bit of credits. Apparently Planets did not use money like Earth did but Universal Credits that were normally saved in a Credit Chip. Bulma thought it looked like her mobile’s memory card but after owning her own Credit Chip she had of course stripped it when her curiosity had gotten the better of her and found it was very more intricate than a memory card. However, she wasn’t a technological genius for nothing, she had managed to figure out the chip and then find flaws in it. Bulma could have easily used the chip in her computer and then configured it to make her a billionaire in space too but her morality hadn’t allowed her to do that. That would have been fraud and thievery and so she had taken the honest way out and tried to earn her money or credits as it was here. Something that wasn’t very difficult since the Jumanahs were simple people who had not advanced technologically. Using this to her advantage Bulma had introduced them to Capsules and of course she had earned herself enough Credits to make her way back home.

She was extremely proud of herself and with a new found confidence in her survival skills and high spirits at making a new friend Bulma felt ready to about take on the world. Ma’isah hadn’t been much help as she normally just tagged along with Mika’il and her but Bulma hadn’t minded for Ma’isah seemed to be like that with everyone, except Mika’il. She was a naturally envious person who did not like to be outshone with looks and receiving attention. But Bulma had continued to be kind to her and she felt like it had paid off in the end since Ma’isah had surprisingly hugged her when she was departing. Well Bulma called it a hug but it was actually being enveloped in the silver fog that made the Jumanahs so special.

“Prepare for landing in ten minutes.” The computerized voice said.

Bulma sighed happily before her face brightened into a smile. She had been travelling for four months now and she was looking forward to stretching her legs a little. The novelty of Space had worn out some and yet she would, at times, miss it when she was finally home for she felt at an odd sense of fulfilment and peace while floating through the darkness with only her projects to keep her occupied. Using what she had picked up from Jumanah, she had fixed her coffee machine, upgraded her energy draining pen into an energy draining gun that could now shoot a beam from a fifty mile radius, meaning that she did not have to be within close range of a possible attacker. Plus she had also created her own little Scouter in the form of Earth sunglasses so she would not be caught unawares if she did happen to come across a dangerous being. The Planet that Bulma had now landed on was not as beautiful as Planet Jumanah. It was hot and dusty and Bulma was forced to dress in as little clothes as possible. She never had a problem with showing of her flawless skin before but that was when she was relatively safe at home, here she did not want anyone to take anymore notice in her than they originally would for she was an alien. However she could never handle the heat and it was as hot as a desert here. Putting on her Scouter sunglasses and ensuring her ED gun was safely tucked in her tool belt around her waist, Bulma encapsulated her ship and started to walk in order to find civilization.

She didn’t have to walk far when she spotted dozens of aliens all around her. It looked like some kind of market place and she immediately took a few steps back. Her face was contorted in one of disgust. The aliens here were terribly ugly. They were grey and resembled Earth’s stereotype of aliens to the T. Lined grey skin, two round eyes that were bulging out of their sockets, three fingered hands and bobbing antennas. Worse than that was that they were all dressed in hideous looking red and white outfits that made Bulma feel like she was stuck in a time warp. And, as if things could go any worse they were rambling in noises like mechanical bugs. At least the Jumanahs had spoken in a language of words. She had to go back to her ship! the atmosphere was too intimidating for her. She would have to work on her Universal Translator for what if it didn’t work on noises.

Bulma turned around to leave only to come face to face with one of the aliens. She screamed in fear as her heart literally jumped from her chest as a kick start to leave her scared body, her hands flaying wildly in the air. To Bulma’s surprise the little alien did the same. After a few minutes Bulma was surrounded with more aliens only they were watching her warily. She stood in the centre of the circle, having closed her mouth and regaining some control over her fear to realize that the aliens power levels weren’t much stronger than hers – thanks to her Scouter sunglasses. ‘But there are sooo many of them.’ Her body trembled lightly as her hands clutched at her tool belt, staring helplessly at the sea of ugly aliens around her. But she knew she would not be able to fend off that many aliens, her gun would need recharging after about ten shots.

“I mean you no harm.” Bulma said loudly as she watched what she guessed was a mother alien pushing a child alien behind her back. But her words made no impact as the aliens continued to stare at her in horror. Great, and they thought she looked bad. Did they have mirrors on this planet? “Couldn’t I have landed on a Planet were people spoke English for a change. I mean it is supposed to be a bloody Universal language for Kami’s sake.”

Her tirade only made the aliens look at her more strangely and Bulma could only smile weakly at them. After all, to them, she was the alien. Then out of the crowd a fatter looking alien than the rest stepped forward bravely, though his bulging eyes never left hers. His skin was more lined than the others and Bulma guessed it was because he was older than the rest.

“Some of us speak your language.” His proud words shocked Bulma and she checked her wrists to see if her Universal Translator was on. But it was off and so she smiled brightly at the alien before her.

“That’s great.” Bulma said enthusiastically. “I mean you no harm really, I come from the Planet ...”

“Earth. And you are lost.” The alien said matter of fact-ly and Bulma looked at him wide eyed, wondering if he were psychic.

“Yes. How did you know?” Bulma asked curiously.

“There is another like you here. He is currently resting. He has arrived yesterday.”

Bulma’s eyes widened so much so that she was sure they resembled the aliens before her. “Can I see him?” Bulma asked in nervous anticipation.

The alien nodded before turning to another next to him. Switching to the noises again she watched as the other alien nodded before placing his middle finger on his forehead. In the blink of an eye he was gone.

“Where did he go?” Bulma asked, slightly in awe, slightly in fear.

But before anyone could answer her question the alien appeared before her again. Only this time he was accompanied by someone who brought tears of joy to Bulma’s eyes! She pushed her Scouter sunglasses to rest on the top of her head as if to prove they were deceiving her eyes. After a few moments of staring at the face that was almost as shocked as hers, Bulma ran into a surprised embrace.


Authors Note: Hi, hope everyone is enjoying this story so far. A big thanks to all those who reviewed!!!

Ok, so I just wanted to clear up something that might get questioned. Bulma is moths away from home because she blasted off from Namek and was travelling away from home. Hope that clears up any confusion.

Another thing, I find using a language that actually exists, sounds much better than me trying to make up one. So in case you were wondering the Jumanahs were speaking Arabic, hence I have decided to call it Cibara, Arabic spelt and pronounced backwards. I have included some translations and how to pronounce the names to give you more insight on this chapter.

Thanks,

S ...

Translations:

Jumanah (Ju-mun-na) – Silver Pearl

Mika’il (Mik-a-eel) – Name of an Angel

Ma’isah (Ma-ee-sa) – A very proud person

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