Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Transformation ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Mismerca 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 791 | Visits: 385 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 791 | Visits: 385 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 5:
Bulma awoke to a splitting headache, opening her eyes she bleakly realized that she was lying on the tiled floor of her fourteen story office building, sitting up quickly she crawled backwards until she felt a wall at her back. Reaching in front of her, she felt for her clothing fearing the worst. Her top was still bare from where her shirt had been ripped from her body, her skirt was bunched around her waist, feeling lower but too afraid to look, she felt...panties. Surprised, she looked down, her panties were still intact. "That shouldn't be," she muttered, her eyes locked onto odd stains that trailed from her chest down to her panties. Startled, she looked at her hands, it was blood. Gasping, her eyes followed the trail made from her crawling backwards to where she first awoke. She caught sight of an unusual mound against the far wall, glancing around she saw that she was alone. Frightened she stood on shakey legs, she had to know what happened. She picked up her torn blouse and held it to herself as she made her way to the mass against the wall. Along the way she took note of the bloody mess that marked the corridor, slipping she caught herself, blood covered the floor making it slick. She gulped, when she was five feet away from the unidentified huddle she stopped. The scent of burnt flesh was strong, but that wasn't the reason she stopped. Her assailant lay in a heap against the wall, mouth open and facial features contorted with terror in death. In his chest was a smoldering hole that showed only the wall behind him. She covered her mouth and turned away. 'Who could have done this?' she wondered, 'and where are they?' The only person she knew that possessed this type of brutality was Vegeta. She shook her head, there is no way in hell he would be here. The video cameras, she deduced, that will show me what happened. Ignoring the bloody mess in the hallway she retrieved her purse, stepped into the elevator, and headed down to security.
Bulma had to move quickly if she didn't want any questions asked, the last thing she needed was the police to come snooping around. After cleaning the blood off herself she had shrugged on a new lab coat. Pulling up a command line from a console she had typed in a few commands to activate the cleaning bots to clean and disinfect the mess on the fourteenth floor. Now sitting in front of security's monitoring station she pressed several buttons bringing up the recording she wanted. It was dark, but she was able to see herself walking towards the elevators. Reaching the corner, she saw the hands reach out and grab her as well as the fight that ensued. She felt the rage build up at watching the attacker subdue her and proceed to molest her. She continued to watch the last seconds up to where she remembered. She seethed inwardly as she watched his hand reach for her panties cupping and groping the outside, as his fist started to bunch them up in preparation of ripping them off, she looked back to herself. Her mouth dropped as she saw something unbelievable. Standing up in a flash she whipped off her lab coat in a flurry of clothing. Mouth gaping as she stood half naked in the center of the deserted security center, she stared at the furry cerullean blue appendage that appearred to be connected to her body. Quickly, she glanced back to the screen to glimpse herself shoving her energy infused hand through the scumbag's body then tossing it away against the wall. She could see the shimmer of energy that surrounded her before it faded away into nothingness as she collapsed. Looking back to "her tail," it twitched lazily back and forth. Reaching out she grasped it gently, and stiffened at the sensation. It felt as though she had grabbed a part of her spinal cord. 'Mental note,' she thought, 'protect this appendage dilligently.' She could only imagine the pain she would be in if someone decided to yank it. Unbelievable, she was amazed, she returned her attention back to the monitor to see her unknowingly sashaying to the elevator with her newfound appendage swishing behind her. "I'm...I'm a Saiyan," she stuttered, "or am I?" She needed to confirm this. With a newfound sense of power she hurriedly deleted all evidence of her transformation. Already in tune with her tail, it wrapped itself around her waist as she moved towards the elevators and headed to B20.
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Bulma awoke to a splitting headache, opening her eyes she bleakly realized that she was lying on the tiled floor of her fourteen story office building, sitting up quickly she crawled backwards until she felt a wall at her back. Reaching in front of her, she felt for her clothing fearing the worst. Her top was still bare from where her shirt had been ripped from her body, her skirt was bunched around her waist, feeling lower but too afraid to look, she felt...panties. Surprised, she looked down, her panties were still intact. "That shouldn't be," she muttered, her eyes locked onto odd stains that trailed from her chest down to her panties. Startled, she looked at her hands, it was blood. Gasping, her eyes followed the trail made from her crawling backwards to where she first awoke. She caught sight of an unusual mound against the far wall, glancing around she saw that she was alone. Frightened she stood on shakey legs, she had to know what happened. She picked up her torn blouse and held it to herself as she made her way to the mass against the wall. Along the way she took note of the bloody mess that marked the corridor, slipping she caught herself, blood covered the floor making it slick. She gulped, when she was five feet away from the unidentified huddle she stopped. The scent of burnt flesh was strong, but that wasn't the reason she stopped. Her assailant lay in a heap against the wall, mouth open and facial features contorted with terror in death. In his chest was a smoldering hole that showed only the wall behind him. She covered her mouth and turned away. 'Who could have done this?' she wondered, 'and where are they?' The only person she knew that possessed this type of brutality was Vegeta. She shook her head, there is no way in hell he would be here. The video cameras, she deduced, that will show me what happened. Ignoring the bloody mess in the hallway she retrieved her purse, stepped into the elevator, and headed down to security.
Bulma had to move quickly if she didn't want any questions asked, the last thing she needed was the police to come snooping around. After cleaning the blood off herself she had shrugged on a new lab coat. Pulling up a command line from a console she had typed in a few commands to activate the cleaning bots to clean and disinfect the mess on the fourteenth floor. Now sitting in front of security's monitoring station she pressed several buttons bringing up the recording she wanted. It was dark, but she was able to see herself walking towards the elevators. Reaching the corner, she saw the hands reach out and grab her as well as the fight that ensued. She felt the rage build up at watching the attacker subdue her and proceed to molest her. She continued to watch the last seconds up to where she remembered. She seethed inwardly as she watched his hand reach for her panties cupping and groping the outside, as his fist started to bunch them up in preparation of ripping them off, she looked back to herself. Her mouth dropped as she saw something unbelievable. Standing up in a flash she whipped off her lab coat in a flurry of clothing. Mouth gaping as she stood half naked in the center of the deserted security center, she stared at the furry cerullean blue appendage that appearred to be connected to her body. Quickly, she glanced back to the screen to glimpse herself shoving her energy infused hand through the scumbag's body then tossing it away against the wall. She could see the shimmer of energy that surrounded her before it faded away into nothingness as she collapsed. Looking back to "her tail," it twitched lazily back and forth. Reaching out she grasped it gently, and stiffened at the sensation. It felt as though she had grabbed a part of her spinal cord. 'Mental note,' she thought, 'protect this appendage dilligently.' She could only imagine the pain she would be in if someone decided to yank it. Unbelievable, she was amazed, she returned her attention back to the monitor to see her unknowingly sashaying to the elevator with her newfound appendage swishing behind her. "I'm...I'm a Saiyan," she stuttered, "or am I?" She needed to confirm this. With a newfound sense of power she hurriedly deleted all evidence of her transformation. Already in tune with her tail, it wrapped itself around her waist as she moved towards the elevators and headed to B20.
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