Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Thing ❯ Falling over you... literally! ( Chapter 4 )

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The Thing

Part 4

Falling Over you…Literally!

She strained to focus as the dull white light that glared from the heavy snowfall outside the widow; it thwacked her eye head on from the sheer brilliance that in reaction tilted moving her head to the side angle.

She shivered spontaneously, feeling the cold zephyr emitting from the porthole. On an interesting note, a porthole being in this type of structure was not common usually found in sea transport, however, unconventional as it may be it was the perfect insulator.

It was early in the morning; Bulma seemed to be the only one awake; she unenthusiastically looked around, Vegeta's commodious spacious room. Her eyes dulled, and unfocused, she put a hand to her tired head.

She stretched, and yawned then stepped lethargically out of the bed, only to trip, and fall over a bulky mass lying quaintly on the ground. She bumped her head against something hard, and soft like tissue. She clenched her eyes shut from the painful sensation; she then felt around her head trying to subdue the pain that afflicted her cranium.

She angrily balled up her fists, and she hit the stupid thing that she had tripped over, repeatedly she punched. Then suddenly it began to move from under her, she panicked as it moved lively under her, and she opened her eyes only to see two ominous black orbs glaring into hers.

"Would… you… please… stop fucking hitting me!" Vegeta yelled.

Bulma gasped from his abrupt screaming, and covered his mouth on shocking impulse, "Shush, idiot it, I… was…so see…um just what the hell are you doing on the floor, you did this on purpose." She accused whispering.

"…Get off me." He growled loudly seeing that she completely covered him with her body; someone would get the wrong idea if they saw this, not that he minded her being on top of him in this provocative manner. Nevertheless, he was a professional, and that was first priority…however, his ethics were slowly diminishing by the minute, she was so comfortable, and inviting, she just made him feel different.

She blushed embarrassed covering his mouth again, also noticing her suggestive evocative position; her legs wrapped tightly around his waste, her hands intimately on his t-shirt covered chest. "Lets just pretend this didn't happen."

"That would be easy once you remove your entwined body from mine, " he said with a tired look upon his face, his lips curled with aversion, mainly because he was enjoying her discomfort while she was strapping his waste. He gazed solemnly at her; his face covered with unshaven bristles. She looked so timid, and nervous, if she didn't get off him soon she was going to find out very soon just how comfortable he thought her reminiscent posture was, and his physically powerful attraction would most definitely be obvious.

She shocked, Vegeta when she flipped off him suddenly; he then heard it too, many patters. He jumped up alert; angry at his persona for being so distracted that type of insurrection was not tolerated. He pushed her aside, "Keep quiet… those myriad tiny feet patters, inconclusive… it's definitely not human,"

Bulma looked at him shocked, "What?"

Vegeta looked back at her, " I think it's the creature that Bardock and I, encountered, yesterday. I took special notice of its unique idiosyncratic wrathful stench. It smelled of …what is it doing here?" he trailed off. He beat the entrails out of that dog, there is no way it could still be alive. "That animal should be dead…maybe it's not the same…perhaps, one got out of the kennel…but that smell, unmistakable." he hypothesize with speculation.

"Well, what are we going to do just sit her twiddle our thumbs and speculate, or wait until it makes its move? I say we…" she trailed off looking at his astonished expression.

"Its gone…how could it be so fast without detection…" he said in awe.

Vegeta was dressed in husky black sweatpants with no socks, and a gray t-shirt; he quickly went for the door to chase after the hound from hell. Unpredictably, he clumsily tripped over something slippery on the cold overlaid floor; it was blood induced secretions fused with salivate emanations that were outside his door.

He pondered, how could his rational senses be so off not to detect the beast outside his door; he never saw any shadow images to indicate its presence. Nonetheless, it was evidently apparent that that rugged creature was there, but where is it now? Vegeta shook his head. "Humph, ignorance is a beast we often choose to feed, I've should have been more aware. Such foolishness…"

He examined the droplets on the ground, almost as if it were goading Vegeta to follow its elusive trail. He got up, and followed the excretion trail going passed the empty offices on foot; his bare feet tapping against the cold marble ground.

He followed the trail until it ended at the foyer; he looked puzzled. "It must have came through this way… but why would it take the same route out?" he thought aloud looking at the trail leading outside.

He couldn't fathom what was going on; he sprinted back to his room; he was going to follow the beast outside, if this fucker wanted to play with fire, so be it, then… burn it shall.

Vegeta paid no mind to Bulma as she was getting dressed putting on her coat she was going too. He went to his drawer and pulled out a black winter jump suit; he quickly remove his previous outer apparel, and change into the new ensemble, not caring what the woman saw.

He put on his steel-toe military winter boots; he then grabbed a heavy coat with thick black gloves attached to it. He stepped out of the room; he headed for the auxiliary unit, Bulma quietly ran beside him. They reached the storage type room; Vegeta used some sort of keycard to dismantle the lock; he went in searching for a moment, and then grabbed two huge weaponry known as flamethrowers. He handed one to her.

She looked confused, "All this for a dog?"

"You didn't see the Norwegians, this has got to be the same animal, it looks different, but the stench is the same... I now understand why they were chasing it, and trying to gun it down."

"Vegeta, it's a dog, it may have rabies, but come on a flamethrower?" she asked incredulous.

"Then don't use it, matter of fact why are you pestering me with your stalking persecution. It's real a nuisance either you do what I say and shut up, or stay here. I will not be bothered by your incessant questions," exclaimed the black haired man with passion.

Bulma was insulted, "Fine, whatever you say prince!" she said oozing with sarcasm. He said nothing turning his head, advancing he decided to follow the initial footpath, as he progressed, he noticed something was different. It was more bloody diluted slime leading to a different direction, but both were exits. "It's still just a dog!" she defended.

Vegeta turned around, this time more grave expression, " Are you deaf, haven't you listening to one word I said? Listen closely, there is nothing alive in that cold, yet that creatures runs from base camp to base camp in subzero temperatures it just not possible! I killed that, that creature with my bare hands! … It's… not a dog… it's … it's a Thing!" he exclaimed in frustration.

He quieted soon after, this intrusive probing inquisitive persistent woman was getting him to expose more details of his mission then he would like, it's the one reason why he couldn't stand smart people, they always asked way too many nosy questions. However Bulma didn't actually asks questions not even the right ones, no; she was tricky, she challenge his pride getting him to confess blindly out of condescension, and egoism.

Bulma rolled her eyes, she saw the symptoms earlier, this whole group was suffering from cabin fever, and they have been out here too long. Now they were imagining dogs were like gods or something, she decided to humor him and acted as paranoid as he was.

Vegeta thought silently to himself, * was it in here the whole time? What's going on here? How could it make another path without one of us catching a glimpse of it? * Vegeta silently thought to himself; playing a guessing game in his mind. He held a great stern composer, it seemed as though he had everything under control... but on the inside, it was full of uncertainties.

Bulma stopped puzzled, now realizing her military ethics, and duties, "Wait Vegeta, I think we should tell the others about this; I mean you never know what we might run into out there."

Vegeta turned around dominantly, "No, they can't be trusted…"

Bulma glared, "Yes, they can, I trained them myself, I'm not leaving here without my crew!" she said sternly.

Vegeta walked sternly toward her, and gave the most hideous dark persona of himself with a governing gaze. "I said no daft woman, if you wish to come… fine, then only you shall accompany me. I will not be delayed by your cumbersome problematic troop; they will be of no use. This is my jurisdiction, nuisance, and you go by my demands, or go ahead and get your pathetic troop. But, by then, I will surely be gone along with this trail, and any other information I possess. If you pretentiously emasculate my judgment and disregard your only useful foundation on this cold confinement; then, I cut you off for good, and you will get nothing! You think you can handle that, or are you ready to fight blindly?" he advised ruthlessly.

Bulma was indignant from his blatant haughty words, and his overconfidence "Are you threatening me? I don't have to listen to you!"

Vegeta dropped his armaments angrily, and quickly grasped Bulma by the face firmly " Really, do you honestly think that your inanely entourage knows more then I, Hmm? You best believe I am threatening you, and I won't hesitate to drag you if need be… I can't have you foolishly exposing truths you have yet to understand." He soften his hold on her, almost as if he were caressing her, "… your safety is my only priority; they do not come." He said tenaciously; Bulma glared, removing his hand from her face harshly.

She was beside herself with anger, the sheer audacity of this man was unethical practice even for a merc; she said nothing, and stood proudly defiant.

Vegeta's guise was calm, yet detached; he stubbornly re-equipped his military hardware and started walking out the door, with an haughty attitude "Then stay you shall, nuisance…"

Bulma glared at the retreating Vegeta, she gnashed her teeth in resentment, and regret for her next decision, "… damn!" she uttered in antipathy.

Vegeta stopped midway with his eyes close eloquently shrewd, expressionless, no, grinning, smirking, or leering. "What was that…? He asked melodiously.

Bulma walked up to him starkly, slightly advancing past him, "You won this round Vegeta, but I caution you not to undermine my authority again. I know your type, and don't think for a minute you come even close to intimidating me. I'm only going because I also have a mission, and I will go to any lengths to find-out what is going on." She said strictly, as well as hardheartedly. "I may not have any influence to sanction or mandate you, but keep in mind the same rules apply to you, I'm not one of your peon subordinates that you intimidate by threats, and I don't have to follow your ridiculous demands, and I won't when I feel it is necessary… take the hint then shove it up your ass!"

Vegeta said nothing as the brassy ballsy woman brushed past him rudely; he watched her push open the exit leading to the newest conduit, it was wiser to take the newest excretion trail. He stood for only a solitary moment, and then sneered subtly, "What a mean demanding woman… she has… spunk," he shook his head, and chortled with subtlety. " I didn't think she had it in her, I guess she is more then meets the eye." He then followed her, pursuing the new lead.

On the other hand, Vegeta couldn't shake the feeling that this was not only the wrong path, but also a ruse… He started to think he was overestimating this scurvy adversary, and that Bulma was correct; that it was just a stupefied animal and it couldn't be that smart, so they both went to explore the cold abyss outside.

~*~*~*~

It's been hours of searching, and nothing… The snow let up early in morning so it was easier to travel, but still the temperature was quite depleted. It was odd; there were no trails of anything out here, nothing but their previous footprints. They have been bearing down hill into the mountainous area, which meant they were no longer shielded on the flat lands.

Bulma was getting frustrated by the moment; dread was hitting with each protracting step they undertook; they were getting too far away from the compound, this didn't make any sense. In addition, not to mention the silent esoteric, Vegeta, this was just plain insane.

Bulma looked at Vegeta with her rosy red angry draining nose, "Listen, we've been out here for hours and have not seen the slightest evidence that anything is out here, but snowy mountains! I say we give up your delusional quest, and go back to base and have some nice hot coco instead of turning into a Popsicle out here!" she fumed irritated by his perseverance.

Vegeta sneered, stomping through the snow. " I never asked you to come tyro-nuisance, you keep gibbering and fretting like that and you'll go into a shock; just keep it up hothead…hmn…" he put his head down in thought.

Bulma looked at him angrily, "What now?"

Vegeta was missing something crucial, but what? He thought about the bizarre trail patterns… they weren't conclusive, too erratic it was like. He looked at her evenly in the eyes, since they were nearly equals in height, "It's strange… back at the central station... those patterns on the floor weren't claw markings, more like droplets…" He paused suddenly, then became heedful, "Arg, how could I have been so stupidly blind!" he begun hitting his own head in an irately fashion, as if now realizing that most important crucial detail.

Bulma was stunned by the self-inflicted abuse, and starting to think he needed to be restricted from activity, or confined. "What's going on, did you finally figure something out?" she asked hoping that he did have an epiphany, realizing that she was now alone in the middle of nowhere with a deranged madman.

"Those slimy droplets on the floor were too chaotic to have come from an gastronome cretin traipsing around on the ground, even at my door step I couldn't see the shadow remnants of its figure, which manifestly means it was never on the ground, but above!" he said elusively.

Bulma turned around suddenly interested, "Like, above as in the ceiling, but how is that possible wouldn't we've have heard it, or something." She questioned

"We did hear it… only we never knew where to look… wait, then how could we've have heard the tapping feet… so this is why I was sent out here. Unbelievable… It tricked us, we have to get back to base now!" he barked with an alarming tenor.

"What were you saying, and why were you sent out here? You're hiding something, aren't you, Vegeta"

He looked to her austerely, "Yes, I am. Now that you know that let's hurry and get back, something isn't right… I'll explain the details later!" he shouted, and grabbed her hand leading the way.

They were running for only a moment until Vegeta suddenly stopped, not only realizing how far away they were from base, but that they have been exposed to the cold for sometime. It would be wise to rest, and get some heat using their flamethrowers, which of course Vegeta offered to carry both heavy equipment earlier on.

Vegeta mainly wanted to rest because, Bulma was already suffering from the cold in other words early symptoms of hypothermia; frostbite, dry lips and nose ready to crack and split. She was in need of heat before returning to central station, or better yet, Base camp. She was very stubborn, and would refuse to ask for assistance. Yes, even though they were wearing the optimum top of the line superlative quality thermal-winter suits, it still has its set backs, like, cold dry drafts, especially since they didn't wear thermal masks, and it also sucked not having any operational snow equipment, like the snowmobiles.

~*~*~

He quickly lead her into a snow covered woodland after setting her down on the soft ground, he went to one of the trees, and broke some braches off an ever-green that were not worn from the arctic moisture and set it ablaze, igniting a small log fire, using the thrower. He also took notice of how these trees were recently planted here, perhaps for Christmas, it was common for C.Corps to do such traditional trivial environmental revitalization, and commendable vegetating propagation efforts as to re-plant trees, anyways, it was convenient.

"Vegeta, why are we waiting here? I thought it was urgent that we get back!?" she smarted warming her hands in the cozy fire.

Vegeta looked to her annoyed, "Yes, but I've changed my mind…"

"Why?" she asked knowing she was getting on his nerves, but enjoying that fact. Usually she has to act domineering, uptight, and militant, but since he's not part of the military she could relax, not too much, but enough to be Bulma.

"What is this? Are we the Spanish inquisition, now? Look, it's cold we've been out here for awhile, and we could use the rest." He said looking her over attentively.

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Fine, no argument here… I have no immediate qualms that you find yourself powerless to remove your eyes from my alluring essence…"

Vegeta instantaneously stopped looking at her, and snarled turning his body around angrily, " You're mad, I wasn't eyeballing you, or ogling over your alluring supposed essence!"

Bulma looked into the fire shrugging her shoulders impassively, sighing "I don't know… it sure looked like it to me, lover boy!" she looked at him with her hair falling to her face, and winked.

Vegeta growled, " Get over your conceited haughtiness; your misguided sense of awareness make you an erroneous, commandant. I was merely looking over you're ailing putrid condition."

Bulma looked at Vegeta playfully, "Lets talk about my condition, just what's wrong with it!" encountered with a sly dabble.

Vegeta snuffed prudishly, "Leave me alone walking vanity set, you're mindless inane dribble irritates me…. Pffpt, why are you looking at me with that nasty hideous grin?"

Bulma wanted to laugh at Vegeta's gouty pout face, he was seriously getting mad; Bulma still couldn't remove the playful grin. " Awe, no need to turn away, you're so shy, Vegeta. Why don't come over here by the fire, and warm up honey buns." She professed with false enticement, enjoying her clever game of wits, pay back for yesterday's corporeal display.

Vegeta stared dumbfounded by her over-zealous flirtatious behavior; she was teasing making him look like a doddering imbecile, there was no way she was going to have that kind of influence, he was a merc, a trained killer. His befuddle expression became uncompromising.

"What did you say, my aren't we getting too comfortable. You are quite foolish to relax around me, military nuisance. You are restricted by barriers that I am not, don't toy with me, and don't you even dare get smart with me. I'm not one of your obsessed minions! … Bah, you're a waste of time nuisance, your egotistical opinion of yourself is highly over-rated, and if you're willing to dance with the devil I suggest you be cautious… powder puff!"

Bulma was not affected by his words, but decided humor him and back off muttering insulted. " Socially retarded hedonist (ahem)… Whatever you say nomadic merc... so, I guess you can explain the details now!" she alleged changing the subject matter.

Vegeta looked at her displeased then pulled off his snowsuit's military haversack; Vegeta was an expert in these harsh climates and always came prepared. Bulma was also well trained and had a rucksack on hand as well, with some emergency capsules, however unlike Vegeta, she wasn't about to show off her goods.

Vegeta searched his sack and pulled out something to snack on, he threw Bulma some refreshments, in other words, military provisions, nasty rations for rough soldiers; it's provided for stipulation and anticipation for need… basically, victual desperation.

He looked at her with some jerky in his mouth then relaxes on a lightly snow-covered log, which he brushed off the snow residue it was also conveniently close to the fire; he furthermore ignored her question. She had some nerve referring to his lifestyle, although it is true he is itinerant man, moving place to place, without even considering settling down, it wasn't on his agenda…

Bulma sulked angrily in the big coat she was sporting; she sighed getting tired of his nonsense; he was just so impractical. "Well…" she hissed.

He scowled looking up; "Well what, nuisance?" he asked snidely chewing on his jerky, relaxing on the log.

"Arg, stop calling me nuisance, bellicose military reject. I want the details mercenary, the details! You promised you would fill me in!" she exclaimed throwing her rations at him; now he was getting on her nerves, you see this is why she liked being in charge. I mean really, she can't just tell him what to do and order him around like with her soldiers, and that was something Bulma wasn't used to.

It was hard for her not being able to bully and give orders… that sucked; she couldn't even use her threatening tone. It's the one where she demeans, and crushes his manhood by saying he's an unworthy social-deviant amateur, or is incompetent novice pointing out every microscopic flaw, or her favorite, to coerce by intimidation to threaten to bring charges of insubordination; it always gets them peeing in their pants.

...But, no in this unusual state of circumstances, there had to be this one annoying clause… he was a mercenary, a military trained mercurial assassin and she had no jurisdiction to merit any authority over him.

~*~*~

The rations that Bulma had thrown flew past him, and he looked dully toward the sky pretending not to mind. "Oh, that" he said with a bored insipid tenor, gnawing on the jerky stick.

"Well, can you explain? I really want to know?" she asked

He looked at her shrewdly "Of course I can… But I won't… nuisance." Spoke the distant Vegeta; the meretricious man who smirked crudely, and chuckled at her anger still gazing the sky grinding on jerky.

" You bastard, I should have known better, humph, your scurvy type are always the same, that's right, usually too dumb and macho to explain anything right! Ha, like I need you at all, I'm better off figuring it out for myself you pompous military reject!"

Bulma had taken note in his dramatic vicissitude demeanor; this wasn't the same guy she met yesterday, before he was more calm, composed, enigmatic and dreadfully secretive, now he was letting the specifics slip through, which indicated he knew far more then he was divulging. He was a good actor, in fact she was even almost fooled when he chided and pretended to be preoccupied with puzzlement; that everything thus far was a confounding mystery; he was slipping, or was this another battle of wits he was playing, either way Bulma's guard was up.

Her trust was low as it should be since he keeps changing his standpoint, the more important question is why was he really out here; certainly, before now he must have noticed that the creature hadn't have come out this far… just what is he up too? More importantly, why were they out here; this is a dangerous area susceptible to wintry weather, and whichever problems associated in this frosty environment.

Vegeta said nothing and scowled; it was silent for a moment nothing but the sound of brisk snow and the crackling of the campfire, then out of nowhere he uttered an insensible query, "…You still don't remember me…" he said with tedious sigh.

Bulma looked up at him baffled by the comment, "What?"

He looked at her for a moment, "… nothing, never mind." he quickly changed the topic, exposing something else to get her mind off of what he just asked her, "…The animal back at the site, must be unique in origin, its bizarre genetic compositions, and invulnerable skin that makes it able to survive subzero temperatures. Although, most animals of this nature are warm-blooded mammals, meaning its body temperature is warm no matter, or whatever the surrounding medium element might be. This one must be the opposite, cold-blooded having the temperature that fluctuates with this surrounding element, able to sustain in cold hibernate even, or it could be extraordinarily super warm-blooded, more like hot-blooded. I'm not sure... I'm not a biologist or a veterinarian, one thing is for certain is that this thing's physical composition is different from most."

Bulma was curious, "Huh, how is it different from the huskies on base camp?"

He looked at her, and then looked up speaking candidly, "Everything was altered about that animal; when it attacked, Bardock it was like it was morphing, or in the process of altering its physical bio-structure changing like it was forming into a husky… a metamorphose state. Perchance, we got to it before it could fully arise out of transmute developments, ... perhaps it's a new breed of animal, undiscovered in this territory. I would have to see if that husky that was hunted down is still in the kennel to confirm my suspicions, it's my belief that it's the same creature. Theories are just that unless it can be proven… actually, you'll be the one who needs to confirm this it's why you were sent here, nuisance." he ranted, more like thinking out loud, most of his statements weren't making any sense to, Bulma; he continued his thought-filled banter.

Bulma started to relax thinking he was done with his incessant ramblings, but no, he resumed. She was wishing she never started this game... he was too perplexing.

He oblivious of what Bulma was thinking continued, " Another interesting note, is that most would assume it eats its victims, but that is not what I witnessed, Bardock was too ignorant to see the truth, he assumed since the dog had a soldier's dog tag around its ravenous jaws that it was a snack. But, to the contrary it wasn't a foddering snack… and it wasn't going to bite him either… it was going to…"

"Cut the dramatics Vegeta, what was it going to do?!" she uttered frustrated by the song and dance he giving; she could also tell with his blatant ranting he knew more about what was going on down here then he was letting on, just like she suspected. He was speaking as if she is already aware of these incidents, which she wasn't.

Vegeta evaded the question, he didn't want to reveal anything that might come back to haunt him, plus, he wasn't certain, and again he switched subjects " …The soldier dog tag strapped around its jaws belong to someone, actually, someone who is still very much alive, and at the compound. The moniker was distinguished as… …shush, listen!" he said suddenly, again stating a nasty cliffhanger.

"Whose name was it, and what does it mean? Are you saying that we have a creature that what, changes it's form, damn it this is so provoking, just what is going on here?" she asked frustrated, with the all the histrionics.

Vegeta got up from the woodwork with an alarming posture, "I said be quiet! … And Listen."

Bulma wanted to ask more questions it seems her curiosity was getting the best of her. Bulma complied with Vegeta's request, and listen reluctantly.

She shook her head not hearing a damn thing, "I can't hear anything…"

"Shush, focus the reverberation is subdued, and the resonance vibrations are profound yet distant… that means we still have time… come on lets go!" he roared suddenly.

"What, and I was just getting comfortable!" she complained, but put her gear quickly on.

"…Its coming we have to hurry!" He shouted animatedly gearing up, and then quickly grabbing her hand leading her out of the deadly woodland.

"Come on!" he shouted alertly running at harsh speeds, "Damn, we are not going to make it!" he shouted.

~*~*~

Bulma was very nervous, just what was going on, and what made him so on edged and excited with trepidation? "Vegeta?"

Vegeta hurriedly glanced at Bulma's decelerating speed while they were running, he found himself nearly dragging her, she was moving too sluggish, she was more tired then she let on; he growled angrily at her stubbornness, and quickly picked her up and started running at inhuman speeds.

Bulma still couldn't comprehend why he was so frantic, holding on tightly she trusted in Vegeta's intuition, he was far more experienced in this element. It was treacherous rushing through the heavy snow, and the burdening of a heavy load he was forced to carry, without complaining he dashed through the snow, jumping over all hidden obstacles, like braches, ice-capped logs, rocks ect;

"Damn, it's coming in too fast! Hold on!" he said alertly, and sped up his sprinting pace, running like mad while carrying the confounded Bulma, his speed was extraordinarily inconceivable.

Vegeta seized Bulma guardedly fastening her within his racing embrace like an armored-protector as the ground beneath started to quiver and quake with crackling thunderous vibrations; Bulma felt the deep high-spirited energy now; she looked back over Vegeta's shoulder.

In the distance she could see and hear the snow banks crackle and crumble boisterously off the mountain peaks as it neared causing heavy snow drifts, it was as if the whole white world of snowy superimpose was chasing them, it was like a mud slide with snow. It was a staggering substantial mass of snow, hoarfrost, trees and rocks were sliding forcefully down the steppe mountain slopes; Bulma's eyes widened in petrified fear, "Oh my god… it's an Avalanche!"

Vegeta kept running with renewed vigor for his and Bulma's survival, as the snow progresses swelling to engulf the two; oddly, in this climatic intensified situation there was not one sweaty bead of heated perspiring moisturizing succulence on Vegeta's head, and it wasn't due to the dry frozen area. Nothing, he was like blue steel, focused on one goal as he carried all the weight that was down pouring on him, but with his calm composed demeanor.

Bulma felt that she was is in a fortified shield; he appeared to even be outrunning the fury mountain of snow. His diligent uncompromising stance, agility, and power seemed to be at otherworldly, at unearthly levels, or could be the excitement of the hyperactive moment; the severity of the situation got his adrenalin pumping into super human junctures, and echelons.

Just when she thought Vegeta was prodigious Herculean, with formidable strength that is when the snow achieve and acquired vast momentum, actually emerging and multiplying with speed gaining enormous amounts of snow, it was like a crushing tidal wave endeavoring to attempt, and submerge them in the frozen hoary sea.

Bulma screamed as the fierce snow hit them with the dynamic force of an atomic bomb, there was no way in the world they would ever escape this inexorable tragedy; fear sunk in as the two were lifted by the force of the imploding collision, carried within the thunderous gigantic rush of mountainous hell snow.

She still could feel Vegeta's hold on her tightening, notwithstanding from the pressure not even remotely relenting because of the impact. It blasted them, hurling them within the frozen stream, with the impact of the embodiment of treacherous snow; all they saw was white and the dull gray sky. It looked as though they were thwarted in the powdery vortex and carried by the force of the snow off a overhang, rock face cliff, as they plunge; then from nowhere an unidentified propelling object thrusts, and strikes bluntly, grazing the back of Bulma's cranium. Then everything faded to black as they plummeted with the snow off the steppe edge… to be continued.

Next Time On The Thing: Avalanche, what happened to Bulma and Vegeta; more importantly are they going to survive!? What's going on at the compound, strange happenings in the next, Thing! Note: Keep in mind not all mysteries will be answered right away, but within each chapter will slowly reveal a truth… Oh, and check out the pics for this chapter, Woodland, and Avalanche! BYE!