Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Past ❯ Chapter 1

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters.

PROLOGUE

Bulma opened a photo album and flipped through the pages. She had intended to scan through it and throw out the photos of Yamcha. What she hadn't realized is that she had tons of pictures of him.

She soon grew tired of looking at the photos and threw the ones she had removed into a box. She went to the window and peered out of it. She was still in mild disbelief, though she should have expected this of Yamcha.

She could still remember walking into Yamcha's apartment; the idiot had forgotten that he'd given her a key. She walked right in on him cuddling with an air-headed blonde.

Bulma had been so angry. She'd screamed at him. She told him their relationship was over and stormed out of the apartment. He hadn't even called after her.

She hadn't spoken to him since the incident and that was three days ago. He hadn't even come over and apologized to her or tried to sweet talk her into taking him back. It was really over this time.

She needed to get out and clear her head. It was a beautiful day outside and the fresh air would probably do her some good.

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Bulma had taken her air-bike to the woods. Then she'd put it back in the capsule and decided to take a long walk. She had been walking for about twenty minutes and she was feeling better all ready.

She stepped into a clearing and her hair was blown around her face. The sun was set high in the sky and it warmed the mid-summer breeze.

She smiled and felt her whole body warmed by the sun. She took a seat at a tree trunk. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She tilted her head back and fell into a light slumber.

Bulma was awakened by the sound of twigs snapping underfoot. She sat up in attention and jerked her head in the direction of the sound. A man stumbled into the clearing where she was and fell to his knees.

"Oh Kami!" She got to her feet and ran over to him. "Are you all right?"

The man was covered in blood and scratches. His clothes were tattered and torn. He reached up and took a hold of her shoulder. "Help…me."

"Yes, of course I'll help you," she said.

She pulled out one of her capsules, pushed the button and tossed it to the ground. A yellow air-car appeared before them out of the smoke.

She helped the man to his feet. She took him over to the passenger side door and opened it. She set him down carefully on the seat and closed the door.

She ran around the air-car and hopped in the driver's seat. She turned over the engine, flew up through the space in the trees and headed in the direction of her home.

She looked over at the man. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing was irregular. She reached over and touched his hand, but he didn't react to her.

She pulled her hand back and looked in the side-view mirrors. She could see smoke coiling into the sky. She frowned slightly.

Suddenly there was a massive explosion. Bulma cried out in surprise. When the force of the blast reached them it shook the car and Bulma had to hold onto the wheel tightly.

She checked the mirrors again and saw flames leaping up into the sky. The flames and smoke seemed to be coming from the direction of the woods they had just left behind. She looked over at the man again.

"Do you have anything to do with this?" she wondered aloud.

By this time the man had fallen unconscious. His head was tilted to the side. She was glad he was oblivious to his pain now, but this man was odd. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was definitely something.