Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Lingering Thoughts ( Chapter 5 )
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By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 838 | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 838 | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
The prompt for this Oneshot was: "Scenery"
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She was stuck. Stuck in her thoughts and afraid to voice them to the rest of the group. Even after all these years of peace and finally getting a chance to break through the hard outer-shell of Vegeta; she never in a million years thought that he would want to go back to killing. Of course, she had yet again been wrong about the Saiyan prince, so very wrong. She held her head in her hands.
“Bulma, you okay?” came Yamcha’s concerned voice.
She looked up and gave him a weak smile. “I just never thought.” She did her best to hold back the tears that she could feel building up. “I mean, you’ve seen how much he’s changed over the years, right?”
Instead of Yamcha’s reply, she heard Roshi. “Something was wrong with Vegeta. We all know he can be hot-headed and arrogant, but he’d put his past behind him.”
“Yeah,” Chi-chi chimed in, putting a comforting hand on Bulma’s shoulder. “Something must’ve taken over Vegeta to make him do that.”
Bulma once again gave a weak smile. She wouldn’t believe in her friends’ words so easily - that someone or something had taken over Vegeta’s mind or body.
Just then a brilliant light filled the horizon and - as everyone leaned forward to see - the cargo plane began to shake violently. Bulma quickly reached over as Yamcha fought to control the plane from crashing. Luckily the tremors didn’t last long, and Yamcha gained control again.
“What was that?” Videl asked as she pulled herself from the floor.
“I’d say it was from a great explosion quite a distance away,” Roshi informed.
Not two seconds later Bulma felt her heart flutter. ‘It couldn’t be. No.’ Then her heart stopped for a few beats before beginning to beat normally again. ‘Vegeta.’ She looked up surprised and shocked at what she was feeling.
“Guys, this isn’t good.” Yamcha began to struggle with the controls again. “Whatever that was just now damaged the controls!” his voice hinting with panic.
“What!” Chi-chi screeched in his ear.
“Hey, it isn’t my fault!” Yamcha defended as he still struggled.
Just then one of the engines gave out, and the passengers were in another panic. They were crashing and there was nothing that could be done. That was until 18 handed her daughter to Videl and opened the hatch.
As soon as the panic passed, Bulma felt her heart drop again. “Vegeta…” She wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. Not yet, not until she knew he was worth crying over. As much as she loved him, she could not forgive him for what he’d done today until she knew the truth.
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After getting the plane up and running again, the crew set out in search of the Dragonballs. It was the only thing Bulma could think of that would be of help, and it would help keep her mind set on something other than Vegeta.
She sighed as she looked out at the landscape. The earth was so beautiful and she missed her adventures with Goku, but they’d both had to grow up at some point. She almost couldn’t believe how long ago that had been. Goku had only been a few years older than Trunks, and she was only sixteen when she’d met up with him and the four-star Dragonball.
‘Boy, had things changed since those childhood days,’ she thought as she gazed down to see a small town. It seemed that a lot of things she remembered from those days were all but changed or gone now. In the place of meadows and forest lay small towns or even growing cities. ’So many people without a worry.’ She shook her head. This was supposed to keep her mind off certain things.
“Bulma, how much further?” Yamcha’s voice once again interrupted her thoughts.
“Hmm, shouldn’t be too much further.” She looked down at her radar. “I’d say a half hour at best.”
“Man, this seems a lot easier than I remember!” Yamcha exclaimed. “To think we’re already on the third Dragonball.”
She once again focused on the earth below them. Yamcha’s over-enthusiasm was getting a little old. She knew he was just doing it to try to keep everyone - most importantly her - in good spirits.
“I’m just glad the Dragonballs managed to land in non-populated areas.” She glanced over at her ex-boyfriend and gave him the smallest of smiles.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She was stuck. Stuck in her thoughts and afraid to voice them to the rest of the group. Even after all these years of peace and finally getting a chance to break through the hard outer-shell of Vegeta; she never in a million years thought that he would want to go back to killing. Of course, she had yet again been wrong about the Saiyan prince, so very wrong. She held her head in her hands.
“Bulma, you okay?” came Yamcha’s concerned voice.
She looked up and gave him a weak smile. “I just never thought.” She did her best to hold back the tears that she could feel building up. “I mean, you’ve seen how much he’s changed over the years, right?”
Instead of Yamcha’s reply, she heard Roshi. “Something was wrong with Vegeta. We all know he can be hot-headed and arrogant, but he’d put his past behind him.”
“Yeah,” Chi-chi chimed in, putting a comforting hand on Bulma’s shoulder. “Something must’ve taken over Vegeta to make him do that.”
Bulma once again gave a weak smile. She wouldn’t believe in her friends’ words so easily - that someone or something had taken over Vegeta’s mind or body.
Just then a brilliant light filled the horizon and - as everyone leaned forward to see - the cargo plane began to shake violently. Bulma quickly reached over as Yamcha fought to control the plane from crashing. Luckily the tremors didn’t last long, and Yamcha gained control again.
“What was that?” Videl asked as she pulled herself from the floor.
“I’d say it was from a great explosion quite a distance away,” Roshi informed.
Not two seconds later Bulma felt her heart flutter. ‘It couldn’t be. No.’ Then her heart stopped for a few beats before beginning to beat normally again. ‘Vegeta.’ She looked up surprised and shocked at what she was feeling.
“Guys, this isn’t good.” Yamcha began to struggle with the controls again. “Whatever that was just now damaged the controls!” his voice hinting with panic.
“What!” Chi-chi screeched in his ear.
“Hey, it isn’t my fault!” Yamcha defended as he still struggled.
Just then one of the engines gave out, and the passengers were in another panic. They were crashing and there was nothing that could be done. That was until 18 handed her daughter to Videl and opened the hatch.
As soon as the panic passed, Bulma felt her heart drop again. “Vegeta…” She wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. Not yet, not until she knew he was worth crying over. As much as she loved him, she could not forgive him for what he’d done today until she knew the truth.
___________________________________________________________
After getting the plane up and running again, the crew set out in search of the Dragonballs. It was the only thing Bulma could think of that would be of help, and it would help keep her mind set on something other than Vegeta.
She sighed as she looked out at the landscape. The earth was so beautiful and she missed her adventures with Goku, but they’d both had to grow up at some point. She almost couldn’t believe how long ago that had been. Goku had only been a few years older than Trunks, and she was only sixteen when she’d met up with him and the four-star Dragonball.
‘Boy, had things changed since those childhood days,’ she thought as she gazed down to see a small town. It seemed that a lot of things she remembered from those days were all but changed or gone now. In the place of meadows and forest lay small towns or even growing cities. ’So many people without a worry.’ She shook her head. This was supposed to keep her mind off certain things.
“Bulma, how much further?” Yamcha’s voice once again interrupted her thoughts.
“Hmm, shouldn’t be too much further.” She looked down at her radar. “I’d say a half hour at best.”
“Man, this seems a lot easier than I remember!” Yamcha exclaimed. “To think we’re already on the third Dragonball.”
She once again focused on the earth below them. Yamcha’s over-enthusiasm was getting a little old. She knew he was just doing it to try to keep everyone - most importantly her - in good spirits.
“I’m just glad the Dragonballs managed to land in non-populated areas.” She glanced over at her ex-boyfriend and gave him the smallest of smiles.