Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saving Grace ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

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And Jaringdale said unto the readers - I don't own DBZ. I own Miko, Sheme, Mika and all original characters and storylines featured in this fic. That is all. In the name of Spectacles, Testicles wallet and watch, Amen.

 

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The steady hum of machinery woke her from her sleep. She scowled, covering her head with a pillow and rolling over. The hum grew louder as she doggedly ignored its intrusion into her dreams. There was a sudden thud followed by several loud crashes and the hum grew to a high-pitched whirr as the machine was pushed into a higher gear. What the hell were they doing construction for at this hour? She cursed and rolled over to check the clock, four in the afternoon. Damnit. She'd missed briefing again. Not that anyone would hold it against her; she did work all of last night.

 

She rolled over and covered her ears, as the mechanical din grew to a climax of thundering rock and groaning metal. Then silence, sweet, blissful silence. She closed her eyes and sighed, stretching out in preparation to return to her restful slumbers. Her pillow was so soft and her covers were warm… and her mattress, as if she was sinking into a cloud, up in the sky where no one could disturb -

 

“BULMA-SAN! WAKE UP!” The door shuddered as the owner of the voice pounded on it.

 

“Huh? Wha-oh bloody hell” she muttered, stumbling to her feet. She stomped dazedly across the room, still getting the feel of her limbs, and punched in the code to the door “What is it?” she snarled at the anxious messenger.

 

Gohan grinned up at her, apparently oblivious to her displeasure. “Bulma-san! Come on!” He grabbed her hand and took off down the corridor, nearly pulling her off her feet with his excitement. She struggled to keep up as he rounded a corner, shot down a flight of stairs and then hung a sharp right. She was beginning to lose track of exactly where in the base he was headed, when he came to a sudden halt sending her crashing into him with a grunt.

 

“Guh?” she said, shaking her head and getting up, suddenly very aware that she was in nothing more than a tank top and a pair of boxers. The blue haired woman got to her feet as Gohan twitched anxiously “Open the dooooooor” he whined, tugging on her hand.

 

“Alright alright…” she groaned, taking a look at her environment for the first time… The cells? What reason would Gohan have for wanting to go here? Frowning, she keyed in the code “Now what's this all about?”

 

A sudden crash vibrated from within.

 

“That.” Gohan said, pointing down the wide corridor that opened before them.

 

The blue haired scientist entered, her feet making soft tapping noises as they glided over the floor. She passed through several corridors, pausing at the control centre and nodding briefly to the woman stationed there before stepping into the high security area.

 

Piccolo looked up as she entered and jerked his head at Gohan, gesturing that he leave. Gohan frowned stubbornly but soon quaked under his mentor's stare.

 

She groaned, rubbing her eyes “This is gonna be big isn't it?” she muttered.

 

The Namek-jin nodded. “We found her.”