Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 10
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 304 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 304 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 10
“What did you say?” I whispered. Still unable to deduce how this slow witted but sweet man could be the one who put it all together.
“I said I know what happened, Katie.” He put his hand on top of mine and sighed, looking away for a moment, toward the hills. “We talked about it here, Bulma and me. That’s why I brought you here. I assumed if you didn’t recognize it than the change would’ve happened.”
“Change? When I was put into Bulma’s body…” I mused.
“No,” he interrupted, “Katie, you are Bulma now.”
I went silent for a moment.
“But how?” I questioned.
He looked sad again. “Bulma came to talk to me because I’m her best friend, and she didn’t want anyone else to know…” he tapered off.
“Know what?” I urged.
“Know that she was dying.” He looked at me, his eyes starting to glisten.
I gasped. “What was it…?” I ventured, already knowing the answer somehow.
“It was cancer.” He swallowed. I could tell this was hard for him.
“I’m sorry…” I squeezed his hand, remaining silent, urging him to finish.
“When she found out, it was too late to do much. And the dragon balls were long gone; we wouldn’t have been able to find them in time.” He was struggling now, swallowing and swiping at his eyes with his palms. “Bulma was never one to give up easily. She invented a machine…”
“A machine?” The bright light… “How did it work?”
“She found a way between the dimensions. I don't really know much about it, but I do know that in order for it to work she had to find someone with the closest genetic match. She said that there were dimensional twins, although they were hard to find. But I guess she found you. She told me if would be happening soon and to be prepared.”
“But…what happened to Bulma?” My own eyes were starting to glisten.
“You are Bulma now. She fused you together.”
“But what about her spirit? Her soul??” I was breaking down, the thought of Bulma dying and me taking her place, it was almost too much.
“It’s in you now. It was the only way she could live.” The tears were flowing freely and my heart ached for him.
Without thinking I wrapped him in a hug and let him cry into my shoulder.
“Shhh…it’s ok, she’s still alive then…” But Bulma’s love for the man overwhelmed me and I choked on my own sobs.
“She told me not to cry,” he said against my shirt. “She told me that she’d still be alive…” he whimpered.
“And I know she is” I reassured, “I can feel her all the time. When I saw you I felt your bond with her, same as I felt with my parents…and Chichi. I have her emotions…her memories…”
“You are her.” He was looking at me now. “And it was her wish that you go on being her. She has important work to do.”
“I know.” And I did. I could feel it flowing through me, a purpose.
Goku pulled back again and wiped the tears away, looking at me seriously.
“You can’t tell anyone. She said eventually your memories of who you were would fade somewhat, and you would start feeling more like Bulma than your other self. But until then you can’t say a word. It was her last wish.” He said, trying to contain the sniffling.
I brushed away the stream of tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes and nodded.
“I promise.”
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The walk back to Goku’s was bitter sweet. I was happy that someone knew what was going on, but the pain that it was causing Goku hurt more than I thought it could. I wanted him to be happy again. So I knew I had to go on being Bulma. Eventually it would get better.
We reached Goku’s house and I enveloped him in a hug, whispering to him that everything would be fine, and that I loved him. I had to hand it to him, though, because as soon as Chichi came out he hid any sign of being upset, plastering the familiar grin to his face as I hugged and kissed Chichi and Gohan.
The drive home was a quiet one. I had a lot of thinking to do. I now knew that there was a reason that I was here. I had a purpose. I could feel Bulma’s spirit surge in me whenever I thought about it. And I especially felt it whenever I thought about Vegeta. I still had no idea what my purpose was, or what it had to do with Vegeta, but I was prepared to find out. Not just for Goku, but for Bulma too.
My reverie was interrupted as I got closer to the capsule corporation grounds. I could see the smoke from down the road and my heart lurched in my chest. I knew before I saw it that something had happened to the GR.
Vegeta…
I raced through the compound and was horrified to see the GR in ruins. Smoke was coming up from the broken down walls, and sparks were flying sporadically throughout the wreckage.
I leapt from the car and sprinted towards the smoldering heap. My mind was running wild with all of the possible scenarios…none of them good.
I reached the debris and dropped to my knees, tearing through the parts. My hands were burning from the smoldering metal and my nails were bleeding and chipped but I didn’t care. I had to make sure he was alright. Bulma had to make sure that he was alright.
Tears were streaming down my face as I lifted piece after piece, calling his name, ignoring the hair that flew out of my ponytail and into my eyes. The smoke was staining my shirt, my pants, and my face. I kept digging.
Then I heard the footsteps.
I whirled around and there he stood, not a scratch, looking at me with confusion.
“Woman, wha?”
“You’re ok!” I screamed, jumping to my feet and racing towards him.
“Of course I’m ok! You think your weak, human engineering could possibly hurt the prince of all Saiyans?” His look turned haughty.
I felt the familiar anger rising up.
“You bastard, you fucking piece of shit, I thought you were DEAD!!” I was pounding on his chest now, beating against the steel muscles, earning a hardy laugh from him before he caught my wrists in both hands and looked intently into my eyes.
He let go of one of my wrists and softly wiped some of the dirt off my cheek with one thumb. Then he smirked.
“Well, woman, I’m flattered. I didn’t know you cared.”
I jerked away from him at that point.
“What. Happened.” I asked quietly.
He chuckled darkly.
“Like I said before; weak human engineering. You’ll have to build something stronger to handle me.” And with that he turned towards the kitchen.
I picked up the largest rock I could find and threw it at him as hard as I could. It hit him in the back of the head and he stopped walking.
“Build it YOURSELF!” I screamed, and ran into the house.
15 minutes later I was showered and at my vanity. I brushed through my long blue hair, tightened the big, fluffy towel around me, and wondered at my new life. I knew my purpose had something to do with Vegeta, but I wasn’t sure if I could get past his proud demeanor to ever find out.
Suddenly my door swung open.
“Vegeta!” I stood and pulled the towel tighter. “What are you doing in here?”
He entered the room and closed the door. He walked toward me, no emotion on his face.
“I’ve finished my dinner, woman, now I demand you begin working on my new gravity room.”
That was it.
I charged at him, slapping his chest with my hair brush. I was beyond pissed off.
“Now look here, you fucking asshole, I am on VACATION. This is MY house and I will do whatever I please in it! IF I get to your gravity room sometime this month you should feel lucky! In the meantime find something else to amuse yourself because I am done being your servant!”
He stood there staring at me but I refused to shrink under his gaze, holding my stance with the hairbrush against his chest. He looked from it to me, and then he grabbed the hair brush and threw it across the room, breaking a mirror on the wall. And before I could say anything, he crushed me to his body and smothered my mouth with his.
“What did you say?” I whispered. Still unable to deduce how this slow witted but sweet man could be the one who put it all together.
“I said I know what happened, Katie.” He put his hand on top of mine and sighed, looking away for a moment, toward the hills. “We talked about it here, Bulma and me. That’s why I brought you here. I assumed if you didn’t recognize it than the change would’ve happened.”
“Change? When I was put into Bulma’s body…” I mused.
“No,” he interrupted, “Katie, you are Bulma now.”
I went silent for a moment.
“But how?” I questioned.
He looked sad again. “Bulma came to talk to me because I’m her best friend, and she didn’t want anyone else to know…” he tapered off.
“Know what?” I urged.
“Know that she was dying.” He looked at me, his eyes starting to glisten.
I gasped. “What was it…?” I ventured, already knowing the answer somehow.
“It was cancer.” He swallowed. I could tell this was hard for him.
“I’m sorry…” I squeezed his hand, remaining silent, urging him to finish.
“When she found out, it was too late to do much. And the dragon balls were long gone; we wouldn’t have been able to find them in time.” He was struggling now, swallowing and swiping at his eyes with his palms. “Bulma was never one to give up easily. She invented a machine…”
“A machine?” The bright light… “How did it work?”
“She found a way between the dimensions. I don't really know much about it, but I do know that in order for it to work she had to find someone with the closest genetic match. She said that there were dimensional twins, although they were hard to find. But I guess she found you. She told me if would be happening soon and to be prepared.”
“But…what happened to Bulma?” My own eyes were starting to glisten.
“You are Bulma now. She fused you together.”
“But what about her spirit? Her soul??” I was breaking down, the thought of Bulma dying and me taking her place, it was almost too much.
“It’s in you now. It was the only way she could live.” The tears were flowing freely and my heart ached for him.
Without thinking I wrapped him in a hug and let him cry into my shoulder.
“Shhh…it’s ok, she’s still alive then…” But Bulma’s love for the man overwhelmed me and I choked on my own sobs.
“She told me not to cry,” he said against my shirt. “She told me that she’d still be alive…” he whimpered.
“And I know she is” I reassured, “I can feel her all the time. When I saw you I felt your bond with her, same as I felt with my parents…and Chichi. I have her emotions…her memories…”
“You are her.” He was looking at me now. “And it was her wish that you go on being her. She has important work to do.”
“I know.” And I did. I could feel it flowing through me, a purpose.
Goku pulled back again and wiped the tears away, looking at me seriously.
“You can’t tell anyone. She said eventually your memories of who you were would fade somewhat, and you would start feeling more like Bulma than your other self. But until then you can’t say a word. It was her last wish.” He said, trying to contain the sniffling.
I brushed away the stream of tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes and nodded.
“I promise.”
************************************************** ****************************
The walk back to Goku’s was bitter sweet. I was happy that someone knew what was going on, but the pain that it was causing Goku hurt more than I thought it could. I wanted him to be happy again. So I knew I had to go on being Bulma. Eventually it would get better.
We reached Goku’s house and I enveloped him in a hug, whispering to him that everything would be fine, and that I loved him. I had to hand it to him, though, because as soon as Chichi came out he hid any sign of being upset, plastering the familiar grin to his face as I hugged and kissed Chichi and Gohan.
The drive home was a quiet one. I had a lot of thinking to do. I now knew that there was a reason that I was here. I had a purpose. I could feel Bulma’s spirit surge in me whenever I thought about it. And I especially felt it whenever I thought about Vegeta. I still had no idea what my purpose was, or what it had to do with Vegeta, but I was prepared to find out. Not just for Goku, but for Bulma too.
My reverie was interrupted as I got closer to the capsule corporation grounds. I could see the smoke from down the road and my heart lurched in my chest. I knew before I saw it that something had happened to the GR.
Vegeta…
I raced through the compound and was horrified to see the GR in ruins. Smoke was coming up from the broken down walls, and sparks were flying sporadically throughout the wreckage.
I leapt from the car and sprinted towards the smoldering heap. My mind was running wild with all of the possible scenarios…none of them good.
I reached the debris and dropped to my knees, tearing through the parts. My hands were burning from the smoldering metal and my nails were bleeding and chipped but I didn’t care. I had to make sure he was alright. Bulma had to make sure that he was alright.
Tears were streaming down my face as I lifted piece after piece, calling his name, ignoring the hair that flew out of my ponytail and into my eyes. The smoke was staining my shirt, my pants, and my face. I kept digging.
Then I heard the footsteps.
I whirled around and there he stood, not a scratch, looking at me with confusion.
“Woman, wha?”
“You’re ok!” I screamed, jumping to my feet and racing towards him.
“Of course I’m ok! You think your weak, human engineering could possibly hurt the prince of all Saiyans?” His look turned haughty.
I felt the familiar anger rising up.
“You bastard, you fucking piece of shit, I thought you were DEAD!!” I was pounding on his chest now, beating against the steel muscles, earning a hardy laugh from him before he caught my wrists in both hands and looked intently into my eyes.
He let go of one of my wrists and softly wiped some of the dirt off my cheek with one thumb. Then he smirked.
“Well, woman, I’m flattered. I didn’t know you cared.”
I jerked away from him at that point.
“What. Happened.” I asked quietly.
He chuckled darkly.
“Like I said before; weak human engineering. You’ll have to build something stronger to handle me.” And with that he turned towards the kitchen.
I picked up the largest rock I could find and threw it at him as hard as I could. It hit him in the back of the head and he stopped walking.
“Build it YOURSELF!” I screamed, and ran into the house.
15 minutes later I was showered and at my vanity. I brushed through my long blue hair, tightened the big, fluffy towel around me, and wondered at my new life. I knew my purpose had something to do with Vegeta, but I wasn’t sure if I could get past his proud demeanor to ever find out.
Suddenly my door swung open.
“Vegeta!” I stood and pulled the towel tighter. “What are you doing in here?”
He entered the room and closed the door. He walked toward me, no emotion on his face.
“I’ve finished my dinner, woman, now I demand you begin working on my new gravity room.”
That was it.
I charged at him, slapping his chest with my hair brush. I was beyond pissed off.
“Now look here, you fucking asshole, I am on VACATION. This is MY house and I will do whatever I please in it! IF I get to your gravity room sometime this month you should feel lucky! In the meantime find something else to amuse yourself because I am done being your servant!”
He stood there staring at me but I refused to shrink under his gaze, holding my stance with the hairbrush against his chest. He looked from it to me, and then he grabbed the hair brush and threw it across the room, breaking a mirror on the wall. And before I could say anything, he crushed me to his body and smothered my mouth with his.