Memories Resurfaced: Dreams: Part 2

Memories Resurfaced Ch.8

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Bulma watched in horror as the man with the evil eyes approached the boy. His evil chuckle made her skin crawl. However, Bulma noticed something. The horrible man in the lab coat was holding a container of liquid. It was a pale colored pink, and it washed around dangerously as the scientist stepped toward the boy.

After what seemed like forever, the scientist stopped in front of the table. He turned toward a nearby counter that had a variety of things that reminded her of a doctor's office, only ten times creepier. Then, after fooling around with the unknown materials on the counter, he pulled out device that looked like a hypodermic needle Bulma received not too long ago. Only this thing had odd writing on it that Bulma could not understand. It was filled with the pink liquid.

The boy struggled with all his might, not caring about the gaping wound on his stomach. All he cared about was getting away, away from this man. He thrashed about wildly as the scientist injected the unknown liquid into the boy's arm. Only a few seconds after stepping away, the scientist knew the fluid was already at work. He smirked evilly as he watched the boy sweat with nervousness.
Bulma had had enough. She ran toward the scientist in a fit of rage and attempted to pound him, but to no avail. She fell right through him. Surprised, she got up and stared at the man with the cold eyes. She watched in horror as the boy began to scream and thrash, his eyes were squinted together in pain.

It happened all too quickly. Bulma continued to watch the boy scream in pain. It startled her to see veins pop on his arms, legs, and everywhere else. Glass around her began to shatter, and the room started to shake. Bulma was thrown into a wall and blacked out. The last thing she remembered was an abnormally high-pitched shriek.

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"Woman? Woman! Can you hear me? Wake up!" This was the first thing Bulma heard when she woke up. After stirring for a second, she shot up and realized she had cold sweat. She stared right into none other than Vegeta's handsome yet scary face. He looked worried.
"Woman...Are...you alright?" he asked with an unsure voice.

"Um...yeah...I'm okay...Hey! What are you doing in my bedroom?!" she shot at him without foreseeing the consequences.
"Oh! No reason at all!" he spat sarcastically. "I just happened to stop by your room while you were screaming and throwing a fit in your sleep! I hope you fall off your balcony, see if I care!"
"I must have fallen asleep again." She remembered waking up after the dream, but must have had it for the second time when she fell asleep again.
"Whatever," Vegeta answered and then added, "When you're finished being a baka, go downstairs and make my breakfast!"
"Make it yourself, you jerk!" she shot back at him, knowing full well, that she would eventually end up making it anyway.
She got up and sighed with relief.
'What a horrible dream. I hope I never have it again. That poor boy...'
She interrupted her own thoughts the grab a towel and head for the shower, in hopes of clearing her mind.
'What should I do today?' she thought to herself while turning on the water. 'Maybe I should go to the beach...Yeah! I haven't done that in a long time. Oh, yeah...I remember now. Last time I did that, was with Yamcha...'

Her eyes filled with tears at the very thought. She hated his attitude. But she still missed him.
She shook away her tears and stepped into the shower.
'Yeah, we used to go to the beach every Saturday. But now, I don't have Yamcha anymore.'
'He'll probably go there today. Kami, I am going to kill him if I see him with that little blonde bitch...wait a minute! That's it! I've got an idea!'
"Bulma, you've done it again!" she praised herself and turned off the water, feeling refreshed and back to her old self.
'Shoot! I forgot my clothes! I hope nobody sees me in the hallway...'

She opened the door cautiously and peeked down the hallway.
'So far, so good...' she thought. She quickly opened the door all the way and sprinted towards her room. Only sheer luck would have Bulma run smack into Vegeta's broad, shirt-less chest.
Vegeta hadn't even sensed her coming. Seeing her practically naked and run right into him, nearly gave him a heart attack. He blushed when he saw her. She was dripping wet; her wet hair and soaked skin made her look so sexy, he thought. Even with a towel wrapped around, her curves were apparent.
Bulma marveled at him. Even though she ran into him for a second, she could make out all the details. His broad chest was rock-hard, but his skin was softer than any silk she could recall touching. Looking up at his handsome, sweat-coated face made her feel like only him and her were on the planet. Unfortunately, she was wrong. Fate would have her mother be on top of the stairs, staring at Bulma with her usual, clueless look. Seeing her dumb, blonde look made you think that a truck could hit her and she wouldn't notice for a long time after. After a while, it finally sunk in.
"Oh! Hi, Bulma, dear! Good morning, Vegeta!" she greeted them with an evil smirk (or as evil as a dumb blonde can get...).

Vegeta only 'hmphed' as a reply. Bulma, however, attempted to slip out of the situation.
"Oh, um...hi, Mother! Iwasjustgoingtomyroomtogetdressed, welcomebackfromyourtrip! Howwasit? Can'ttalknowseeyabye!" she blabbed as she ran to her room in panic.
"Oh! Bulma, what are you going to do today?" she asked innocently.
"Um...I'll probably go to the beach today..." she said with a muffled voice from inside her room.
"Don't you go to the beach with Yamcha every Saturday?"
"Um...yeah...about that...Well, Yamcha and I broke up..."
"Oh, that's too bad. I'll go downstairs and make breakfast, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, Mom." And with that, Bunny exited downstairs and began to hum cluelessly again.
After ten minutes of complaining to herself about 'stupid Mom and stupid Vegeta', she left her room wearing a casual red tank top and jean shorts. She walked over to Vegeta's room and knocked on the door.
"What do you want?" was the reply.
"Hey, Vegeta, can I come in?" she asked shyly.
"Fine, whatever."
She opened the door to see him sitting on his bed putting on the boots that went with his Saiya-jin armor.
"What are you doing today?" Bulma asked innocently.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to train!" he answered gruffly.
"Why don't you have some fun today?"
"Because, I need to train to become a Super Saiya-jin and save your pathetic planet! That's why!"
"C'mon, Vegeta! Have some fun today. I said I'd go to the beach, and I don't want to go alone, so come with me!" she whined at him.
He got up and merely replied: "No."
"Fine! I tried to be nice! How about this? You go to the beach with me or I invite Goku to go with me!" she said mockingly.
"Go ahead and invite him to go with you! Weaklings stick together, I always say!"
"FINE! Then, go with me or I turn off the G.R. forever! What do you say to that, hm?"
"You can't do that!"
"Oh yes I can! If you haven't forgotten, Veggie-head, this is my house, and I can do whatever I want! But, fine. I'll just go by my lonesome self..."
"Great idea! I'll stay here and train!"
"No! Go with me or no G.R. ever again! Take your pick!"
"Fine! I'll go. But, if you make me do anything stupid, I'll make you wish you hadn't, is that clear?!"
"Great! Get into some good clothes, and we'll go."
"What makes you think these aren't good clothes? I can wear whatever I want!"
"You will not wear those at the beach, or do I have to bring up the G.R. concept again?"
"Okay! Leave me alone! I'll change!"
"Good!"
And with that, she shut the door and chuckled to herself.
"Wrapped around my finger!"
"I heard that, Woman!" he shouted from his room.

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