Under My Spell
One fine-looking Australian morning, along the white sand on one of Sydney's stunning beaches, a girl strolled leisurely, the waves lapping at her bare feet. The cool sea breeze whipped around her, gently gusting through her long, golden brown hair. She stopped to admire the beauty around her. She looked out to the sparkling blue sea, the reflection of the sun shimmering on the water's surface. The sky was a beautiful deep blue. Not a cloud in sight. A smile slid across her face as her hazel eyes took in the image. She folded her arms loosely across her chest and breathed it in. The fresh sea air filled her lungs and she closed her eyes. The crashing of the waves filled her ears. The sounds of seagulls flying and squawking in the background completed the atmosphere. She opened her eyes again and welcomed the perfect landscape to her vision once again.
She smiled as she continued walking. The sand tickling her toes. She was completely at ease. She walked along, occasionally dipping a foot into the cool water. She crouched down and ran her hand through the sparkling ocean. The waves continued to lap at her and she grinned at the tingling sensation it gave when the cool water came into contact with her skin.
She was about to stand up when something caught her eye. Something glistened in the water. She rose an eyebrow in curiosity. She walked deeper into the water, lifting her skirt up slightly so the material wouldn't get damp. She reached her hand down into the sparkling sea until her hand came into contact with the glistening item which caught her interest. Her hand wrapped around the circular object and she lifted it out of the water. Much to her amazement and delight, she had her first glimpse of what would lead her to an adventure she would never forget. She ran her fingers along the smooth surface of what appeared to be a shiny orange orb. She smirked as her fingers traced the three red stars engraved on its surface. It shone majestically in the warm morning sun as she stared in wonder.
It was a Dragonball.
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Bulma walked down one of the many corridors in her home of Capsule Corp. She whistled happily as she carried the small tray of refreshments for the two main men in her life. This is so perfect. She thought. No more worries. No more danger. It's so much more peaceful when your planet isn't under threat anymore. She smiled. Oh how I've waited for this. I don't have to worry about anymore destruction...
Then, as if on cue, the building shook almost knocking Bulma off her feet, sending the drinks flying. She leaned against the wall for support as the room slowly retreated to a slight quiver before finally standing still once more. "Well, almost." She muttered underneath her breath. Bulma knew very well who was responsible for Capsule Corp's very own earthquake. "Vegeta." She growled. She turned to the wall where the drinks came into contact. She frowned and started up the corridor more heatedly until she came to the door of the Gravity Simulator. She knew if she were to open the door, her husband Vegeta would be flung to the ceiling with the sudden loss of force that would have been keeping him in place. She smirked as she reached for the door handle.
But she stopped. She remembered that her young son Trunks would be in there too. She hesitated. She didn't want to harm her son, but she wanted to get back at Vegeta. She sighed and moved her hand away from the door.
"Mum?" Bulma jumped at the
sound of the soft voice behind her. She spun around to face her lavender haired
son. "Trunks! You scared me. I thought you were inside." She said,
slightly crouching down in front of the 9 year old. "Bathroom," he
said, indicating to one of the doors.
"Oh."
Trunks raised his eyebrow suspiciously. "Uh...mum...what were you
doing?" He said, indicating to the door of the Gravity Simulator. Bulma straightened up and laughed
nervously. "Oh, uh...I was just...um..." she trailed off. Trunks
smirked. "You were going to open the it! Weren't you mum!" He
chuckled. He could tell.
Bulma looked at her son horrified. "N-no I wasn't...I wouldn't d-dream of it..." Trunks chuckled again. "Could I watch?" He asked, ignoring his mother's protests. When it registered what her son's request was, she smirked. "Of course you can." Trunks grinned excitedly as his mother stood upright and grasped the door handle in her slender hand. The room shook again, but with lesser force than the last time. This gave her more initiative to go ahead so she pushed down the handle firmly and pushed the door open.
The Gravity Simulator immediately
shut down and Vegeta was sent flying head first into the ceiling. Trunks
chuckled, safely hidden behind his mother. Upon impact, Vegeta was then thrown
to the hard floor. He sat up rubbing his head. "Son of a-" he saw
Bulma in the doorway. "Damn it woman! Don't you know how to knock?! You
trying to get me killed?!"
"Maybe," she smirked. "You've died before, so I know it's not
impossible..." she chuckled. Vegeta grumbled something under his breath as
he stood up, his hand still clutching his aching skull. "What was
that?" she asked sternly. He glared at her.
"None of your concern woman! Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to
training!" he growled. "What did you want anyway?!" Bulma frowned
and put her hands on her hips.
"Oh I don't know...HOW ABOUT TO KNOW WHY THE HELL THE HOUSE IS
SHAKING!!" she yelled, with a touch of sarcasm. Vegeta grit his teeth.
"IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE BLOWN UP THE PLACE YET! BUT IF YOU KEEP PESTERING ME,
WOMAN, I WILL!!"
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!!" Vegeta smirked. He folded his arms and cleared
his throat. He raised his arm and motioned from Bulma to move away. "Now if
you don't mind...I'd like to get back to my training." Bulma frowned.
"As you wish, your majesty." she retorted sarcastically. She turned up her
nose, turned around, and slammed the door shut restoring the gravity to it's
previous setting. Vegeta's eyes widened as he was forced back down onto the hard
floor. "Son of a..." he cried.
Bulma chuckled as she moved away from the door and started down the hallway. Her son followed. Vegeta poked his enraged head out the door of the Gravity Simulator and peered out into the hallway. He glared at them and returned to his training.