Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

I lay there sobbing for most of the night. My chest ached and my neck throbbed with the re-opened wound.



But it wasn’t just the pain.



Bulma felt the loss. She felt it so hard that she wept it through my eyes. She shook me to the core and I sobbed into a pillow, feeling as though someone beloved to me and had just died.


At dawn the sobs began to taper off and I rose shakily from the bed. I swiped at my swollen eyes with my fist as if I were 5 years old again and headed into the bathroom.

At the sight of my red, puffy eyes I had to fight the urge to start crying again. I reached for a roll of toilet paper and sat down on the sink with my face in my hands.


I kept thinking about Vegeta. Bulma was hurt so badly when he left. And the truth was, Katie hurt a little too.


“But why…” I whispered to myself, unable to fathom how I could’ve fallen into the same trap as Bulma; to love a monster.


I took a shower on shaky legs and tried to breathe deep.


So it was over between Vegeta and me…so what?


I was Bulma Briefs!


Beautiful, successful, intelligent Bulma, who could have any man she wanted.

The world was my oyster!


I reluctantly turned the water off and got out, feeling slightly better than I had going in.


Vegeta didn’t matter anymore. It was time to make the most of this life, and letting Vegeta run it for me was not my idea of a great opportunity.


I swiped the towel underneath each eye and gazed into the mirror thoughtfully.

I reached for my hair brush and began combing through the tangles before I saw something that made me drop the hairbrush.

It clattered to the floor and I froze to the spot, too afraid to move.




Thick, dark brown tresses were sprouting and inching down through the roots of my hair.