The fall of a princesss

This story contains death, angst and language. Bulma/Vegeta break up shortly before a death.

Capsule Corp.

A woman sat in her double bed in fetal position, tears streaming down her blue eyes as she listens to her daughter’s dialysis machine and her son’s sobs and mumbling about the family diet.

Faint whirring sounds that sounded like a porn soundtrack that came from her bedroom.

The sound came from the machine as it cleaned her blood before returning it into her body.

Ever since Bulla was diagnosed with kidney failure, Bulma and her family had to switch to a protein free diet to help her, much to her husband and son’s dismay.

She had to spend 24/7 cooking nothing but mashed potatoes, potatoes for breakfast, potatoes for lunch and potatoes for dinner.

That’s just a normal day if you’re a princess of a whole race of people with empty pits for stomachs.

When the family came home, and she served dinner, she got a response from her husband that she had been expecting for the past 20 years.

“WHAT!? POTATOES AGIN!!!!???” screamed Vegeta “WE ARE SICK OF POTATOES, EH TRUNKS!?”

Trunks nodded. “I’m sick of having to eat potatoes while all the other kids get to eat Mcdonalds and Pizza all because Bulla is attached to that perverted machine, every night!!”

“SHUT UP!! THE TWO OF YOU!! AND BULLA’S DIALYSIS MACHINE IS NOT PERVERTED, SHE NEEDS THE MACHINE TO CLEAN HER BLODD OTHERWISE SHE WILL DIE!!!” snapped Bulma.

“Oh, shut up woman, we’re sick of having a diet of nothing but spuds!!” shouted Vegeta in his prideful voice.

“FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME MY NAME IS BULMA!!” scremed the princess,. Tears starting to form in her eyes, she turned around.

“YOU’RE NAME IS WOMAN!!!” screamed Vegeta at his wife of 20 years.

Bulma walked upstairs into her room and stayed there until it was time to hook up Bulla to her dialysis machine and tuck her in.

She walked to her room and sobbed for a few hours.

Vegeta walked up to her only to find her packing her suitcase, and preparing to capzulize it.

“And where are you off to?” he asked.

“None of your business” sobbed Bulma “I’m leaving you, here’s the handbook for Bulla’s dialysis and here’s a cookbook so that you could learn yourself.”

“But woman, who’s going to look after the kids?” cried Vegeta “AND WHO’S GOING TO FIX MY GRAVITY ROOM WHEN IT’S BROKEN!?”

Bulma walked out of the doorway “You’re going to have to learn yourself, I’m sick of being cooped in this house, doing nothing but cooking and cleaning and hooking up dialysis machines !!!”

Soon she was out the door and she released a car out of it’s capsule, she hopped in.

Vegeta went after her.

“WOMAN, please don’t leave me? Please!’ he sobbed.

Bulma drove down the road, with her distraught husband chasing her.

But she was unaware that a car was coming towards her, she tried to hit the breaks but it was too late.

Two ambulances came by and rescued the passengers, but there were no survivors.

Goku was walking down the street only to find his friend on a stracher with a blanket being pulled over her head.

“BULMA!!!”

West City Hospital

Goku stood at the wall of the waiting room worried over his friend, the doctor walked up to him.

“Mr. Son, I’m afraid that your friend died at 2:00am this morning, she had a massive hemorrhage and fluid in her lungs, we are so sorry.”

Goku fell to his knees, the same defeated look that he had when he first lost Kuririn.

End of Chapter 1