Everything Happens For a Reason | By : Lynnember Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 3256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Everything Happens For A Reason.
Disclaimer: DBZ does not belong to me.
Prologue
There is a time in everyone’s life when change is
inevitable, and even more plausible when it is forced. How we each deal with it
is irrelevant, but be safe in the knowledge that everything happens for a
reason.
The human mind is a fascinating thing, its intricacies as
crippling as they are free. Take our heroine. Bulma Briefs. Now she belongs to
a preconceived concept. It is a paradox to her life that is hard to comprehend
for most. For a woman who has lived and coped through so much, it is pointless
to reminisce on the premise of ‘what if.’ That is the reasonableness of
effectual inducement.
Fate, however, has its own plan and even though you may
think that it is swayable, you can never wholly sidestep it. Subtlety never
comes clawing to pin cognisance by the scruff of the neck. Events will
eventually transpire to hold you to the way your life was predestined to be.
You see Bulma had something missing in her life. It was her
secret. She took extra care to hide it from the world in an excuse for
happiness. There was a lot that she wouldn’t show, because she couldn’t yet
deal with the repercussions. She had to feel secure that it was right. She
ignored this on a daily basis, put it to the side and remembered that
everything would be ok as soon as Yamcha was wished back.
On the outside of course there was very little for her to be
unhappy about and that’s what tormented her the most. It wasn’t right to feel
so lost when she had so much. Materialism indeed was a factor, but it was
confounded on with the privilege of friendship and liberty. Was it any wonder
tthatthat she felt so guilty for her own unease?
Of course Bulma Briefs was Bulma Briefs, and she always
managed to find a way to augment her agitation.
Charitableness was a dimension to her character, ingrained
though the openness of her mother, and despite how much trouble it got her in,
she wasn’t about to change it. Perhaps it had even been strengthened with the
adventures she had shared with Goku as a child, but being given something
tangible to get worked up about was (in her honest opinion) better than
fretting over a something that should never bother her in the first place. If
she was completely open to herself then it was the same as work. She always had
to have an invention to work around, whether it be mechanical, mathematical, or
- as in her current form of dementia - animal. Her mind would never be
satisfied with anything less.
She had only been wished back from Namek for one week and
she was sure that the tedium of ordinary life would have already invaded her
heart had she not had the distraction of the Namekian refugee’s, and more
especially the Saiyajin enigma to fall back on. Of course the Namekians were
perfectly able to look after themselves and revelled in the alien atmosphere of
the botanical level her home had to offer. She found them fun, companionable
and if she was completely sincere, far too easy to give her the distraction she
had hoped for.
Including Vegeta Ouji in the invitation, she therefore
concluded, had been a masterstroke after all. So long, of course, as she could
keep him onside, but as the old adage goes it is best to keep you friends
close, and your enemies even closer. An adage that was more than likely as
powerful an inducement for him to accept as it had been for her to offer.
On the whole she was pleased with the results. Vegeta was
everything she had hoped he would be - Arrogant, proud, intimidating, powerful
and altogether a dominating f. He. He had a knack for making people feel
insignificant and worthless, a passion for creating it, and a temper that could
be snapped or reigned in at the drop of a hat. He was conflicting,
egocentrically unbalanced and ultimately, a delight for her intellect. That one
man could instil so much feeling, whilst experiencing so little was a riddle
that was well worth her time exploring. But there was so much more as well. Oh!
How she longed to make all the math work! It would be delicious to find him
out. How could anyone not see the logic or the desirableness in it?
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