New Beginning
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,264
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Vital Clue
Author’s Note: I would like to thank the people who reviewed my story! I just started writing fanfiction for the first time about a month or two ago, and I find your comments very encouraging.
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A loud noise roused Bulma from her slumber in spite of the earplugs she was wearing. She sat up and looked around, dazed. ‘What on Earth was that?’ She wondered, confused. She remembered a time that an earth tremor had awoken her, but that happened when she was in Costa Rica during a student exchange trip. ‘Not around here…’ She told herself.
She shrugged off the intuitive feeling she was having that something was wrong, and laid back down to rest. Bulma had fitful sleep for the rest of the night, constantly waking up and dozing back off again.
In the morning, Bulma sat at her desk drinking coffee. Her hair was disheveled and she had rings under her eyes. She felt really crummy.
“Good morning, beautiful daughter!” Her mother sang, setting a breakfast tray down on the desk in front of Bulma. It had a blueberry muffin, a banana, and a cup of orange juice. “Sleep well?” She cheerfully inquired.
“Not exactly, Mom. Let’s just say something woke me up in the middle of the night and for the rest of the night I was tossing and turning.” Said Bulma. Her voice sounded rough from lack of rest.
“Oh, really? Do you know what it was that woke you up?” Asked Mrs. Briefs, app appeared quite concerned.
“I don’t know where it came from or anything, but I know it was some loud noise…I think that’s what it was, at least.” Bulma took another sip from her mug.
“Oh! It’s funny you should mention that! I think we might’ve heard the same thing. It sounded like a scream or something. I thought it came from the room next to you, but when I took a peek no one was there and the bed was made. Strangest thing, isn’t it? I just thought it was my silly imagination until you mentioned it.”
It took a moment or two to register, but when it did Bulma’s eyes popped wide open and her jaw slowly dropped.
“What’s wrong, dear? Do you know what made the sound?” Asked Mrs. Briefs, half concerned and half curious.
Bulma was speechless for a few seconds, but she soon found her voice. “Uh, err…I, um…I…I…I think I have…for-gotten something…uh, something important…for, um, French class. I just remembered…hee hee…I think I still have time to fix it. Gotta go, I’ll see you later Mom! And thanks!”
“You’re welcome!” The ditzy blonde woman chirped as dau daughter rushed out the laboratory door. ‘Wait a minute. What did she thank me for?’
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Bulma ran up to her room and, after locking the door, sat down on her bed. She needed to think…to put together the few pieces of the Vegeta puzzle she was fortunate enough to come by.
She slowly rose to her feet again and began pacing back and forth, reasoning out the situation with a rapid-fire monologue. “Maybe I’m imagining things too… Nah, how likely is it that my mom and I would imagine the same thing? Okay, fact one: I saw Vegeta go into the room next to mine last night, even though he normally sleeps in the GT. Fact two: I heard a whimper-like sound coming from the room next to mine before I fell asleep. Fact three: I was suddenly awoken by a loud sound in spite of the fact that I was wearing earplugs. Fact four: My mother also heard a loud sound, which she thinks was a scream. Fact five: My mother found no one in the room next to mine when she went to investigate the loud sound and it appeared as if no one had used the bed. Conclusion? Vegeta must’ve been making those sounds, and then left the room, perhaps through the window when he heard my mother coming. Vegeta may have screamed in the middle of the night. That theory, alone, is mind-boggling. Why would Vegeta, of all people, scream in the middle of the night? It makes no sense. When people scream, it usually means that they are terrified. How could Vegeta POSSIBLY be terrified? I thought he wasn’t afraid of anything, that he was emotionless… Then again, I don’t know him very well. Goku is a Saiyan, and he is most definitely capable of experiencing fear, as I have witnessed many times upon the mention of a needle, for example. So it might make sense that Vegeta, in spite of his supposed ‘heartlessness,’ could possibly be afraid of…something…”
She turned and strolled up to her big bedroom window, looking out into the backyard. The morning sun peeked over the eastern horizon, chasing away the cold darkness of the night. Bulma lazily shut her eyes and could feel it warming her face. It was a wonderful feeling…being engulfed in the sun’s happy rays.
She opened her eyes and let out a small laugh. Suddenly she didn’t feel so crummy anymore. In fact, she became more determined than ever to unravel the mystery of the Saiyan Prince.
She suddenly noticed the time on her alarm clock. ‘Class starts in fifteen minutes! I better get moving.’ She scooped her book bag up from the bedside and bolted out the door.
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A loud noise roused Bulma from her slumber in spite of the earplugs she was wearing. She sat up and looked around, dazed. ‘What on Earth was that?’ She wondered, confused. She remembered a time that an earth tremor had awoken her, but that happened when she was in Costa Rica during a student exchange trip. ‘Not around here…’ She told herself.
She shrugged off the intuitive feeling she was having that something was wrong, and laid back down to rest. Bulma had fitful sleep for the rest of the night, constantly waking up and dozing back off again.
In the morning, Bulma sat at her desk drinking coffee. Her hair was disheveled and she had rings under her eyes. She felt really crummy.
“Good morning, beautiful daughter!” Her mother sang, setting a breakfast tray down on the desk in front of Bulma. It had a blueberry muffin, a banana, and a cup of orange juice. “Sleep well?” She cheerfully inquired.
“Not exactly, Mom. Let’s just say something woke me up in the middle of the night and for the rest of the night I was tossing and turning.” Said Bulma. Her voice sounded rough from lack of rest.
“Oh, really? Do you know what it was that woke you up?” Asked Mrs. Briefs, app appeared quite concerned.
“I don’t know where it came from or anything, but I know it was some loud noise…I think that’s what it was, at least.” Bulma took another sip from her mug.
“Oh! It’s funny you should mention that! I think we might’ve heard the same thing. It sounded like a scream or something. I thought it came from the room next to you, but when I took a peek no one was there and the bed was made. Strangest thing, isn’t it? I just thought it was my silly imagination until you mentioned it.”
It took a moment or two to register, but when it did Bulma’s eyes popped wide open and her jaw slowly dropped.
“What’s wrong, dear? Do you know what made the sound?” Asked Mrs. Briefs, half concerned and half curious.
Bulma was speechless for a few seconds, but she soon found her voice. “Uh, err…I, um…I…I…I think I have…for-gotten something…uh, something important…for, um, French class. I just remembered…hee hee…I think I still have time to fix it. Gotta go, I’ll see you later Mom! And thanks!”
“You’re welcome!” The ditzy blonde woman chirped as dau daughter rushed out the laboratory door. ‘Wait a minute. What did she thank me for?’
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Bulma ran up to her room and, after locking the door, sat down on her bed. She needed to think…to put together the few pieces of the Vegeta puzzle she was fortunate enough to come by.
She slowly rose to her feet again and began pacing back and forth, reasoning out the situation with a rapid-fire monologue. “Maybe I’m imagining things too… Nah, how likely is it that my mom and I would imagine the same thing? Okay, fact one: I saw Vegeta go into the room next to mine last night, even though he normally sleeps in the GT. Fact two: I heard a whimper-like sound coming from the room next to mine before I fell asleep. Fact three: I was suddenly awoken by a loud sound in spite of the fact that I was wearing earplugs. Fact four: My mother also heard a loud sound, which she thinks was a scream. Fact five: My mother found no one in the room next to mine when she went to investigate the loud sound and it appeared as if no one had used the bed. Conclusion? Vegeta must’ve been making those sounds, and then left the room, perhaps through the window when he heard my mother coming. Vegeta may have screamed in the middle of the night. That theory, alone, is mind-boggling. Why would Vegeta, of all people, scream in the middle of the night? It makes no sense. When people scream, it usually means that they are terrified. How could Vegeta POSSIBLY be terrified? I thought he wasn’t afraid of anything, that he was emotionless… Then again, I don’t know him very well. Goku is a Saiyan, and he is most definitely capable of experiencing fear, as I have witnessed many times upon the mention of a needle, for example. So it might make sense that Vegeta, in spite of his supposed ‘heartlessness,’ could possibly be afraid of…something…”
She turned and strolled up to her big bedroom window, looking out into the backyard. The morning sun peeked over the eastern horizon, chasing away the cold darkness of the night. Bulma lazily shut her eyes and could feel it warming her face. It was a wonderful feeling…being engulfed in the sun’s happy rays.
She opened her eyes and let out a small laugh. Suddenly she didn’t feel so crummy anymore. In fact, she became more determined than ever to unravel the mystery of the Saiyan Prince.
She suddenly noticed the time on her alarm clock. ‘Class starts in fifteen minutes! I better get moving.’ She scooped her book bag up from the bedside and bolted out the door.