Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ! The Ankh: Bulma woke late in the afternoon. She cradled the pillow under her neck and rolled over to Vegeta’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there.
She figured he was out training, what else could he be doing? She walked down stairs and began to prepare dinner. Tonight she was going to make Trunk’s favorite. Even though her baby was no longer there to enjoy it with her, she still needed constant reminders that she did have a baby. He had been born 86 years ago and she still looked a little over twenty.
Today she would visit his crave along with Helena’s. She would probably stop at Yamcha’s too. She could tarry and cry over Piccolo’s grave, because Vegeta had preformed some kind of warrior burial and burned Piccolo’s body.
Bulma went to the garage for her car. The garage was amazingly big. It held all her recent transportation devices: her cars, hovercrafts, and ships. Her most prized of these was her spaceship; it could travel 148 thousand gigaherts per second in space and it wasn’t there.
“Shit!” She screamed. Someone stole her “babie.” She frantically ran to the spot the ship once resided in and flopped on the ground.
“Who could have stolen it?” she questioned herself morosely. The realization dawned on her.
“Oh, Vegeta. Why?”
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“My Kirrorra. Take care.” A voice whispered in the void of space.
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50 years later:
“Ms. Briefs? Is the shuttle ready.”
“Yes, are the soon to be colonists ready to go?”
“Yes. The colonists for planet Mars are hibernating in the dormitories.”
“Good. We are ready to leave this malodorous planet then. Such a pity, when I was a child it was so beautiful. Now the earth is just a toxic mud ball, thanks to us of course.”
“I’m sorry Ms. Briefs. This is all I’ve ever known. I’m only 36.”
“Such a pity. Now lets embark to our new home. Jerry? Start the countdown, please.”
*****Still just passing the time. Until their reunion! Dun, dun, dun!
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Note:
Yes, Vegeta and Bulma are still bonded. I don’t bring it in much, cause I bite at writing mushy stuff.
Yes, Bulma is like over 100 years old and god knows how old Vegeta is.
Yes, Bulma is still wearing the Ankh.
No, we do not know if the skin under the Ankh is a different color because it hasn’t been exposed to the sun in over 80 years because she does not take it off.
Yes, I completely bite at writing.
Yes, my ego is twice the size of Jupiter.
Yes, the only people still alive left from the Z gang are Vegeta and Bulma.
Yes, Bulma will become more wise with age. Vegeta on the other hand is an entirely different story.
No, I can’t write decent lemons.
And Yes, Vegeta is hearing voices, well a voice, in his head. Hey, we all knew he’d crack someday.
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