Fandom: Dragonball Z
Publish Date: 8/2/2002 to 8/9/2002
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
"Bulma?" Gohan poked his head in through the front door of the Capsule Corporation building. The front door had been wide open when he and Videl had arrived. Knowing Bulma wouldn’t mind if they came in, the two teenagers went into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
Just then, Mrs. Briefs came staggering by, hands reached out in front of her. "Oh my…this doesn’t seem right…"
Gohan stood up. "Ummm…Mrs. Briefs? Is something wrong?"
"Is that you, Gohan dear?" she asked, looking somewhere to the left of him. When he answered affirmatively, she continued. "Oh dear, Gohan. I can’t see a thing anymore. I don’t understand it. I was watering the plants when everything went black! What’s happening?"
"That’s what we’re trying to figure out," he patted her arm, trying to be reassuring, while at the same time pushing a few locks of hair out of his face.
A loud, high-pitched scream sliced the air, interrupting their conversation.
"That was Bulma!" Gohan recognized it instantly and followed it, with Videl right on his heels, and Mrs. Briefs still staggering around the living room.
They found the source of the scream in the bathroom, where Bulma Briefs was huddling on the floor, a towel wrapped around her head, shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"Bulma!! What’s going on?" Gohan shook her arm gently. She stared up at him through wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Gohan! I don’t know what happened, but I looked in the mirror, and…and…" she pulled the towel off her head. All of her hair was gone. She burst into tears. "This is what I saw!!!"
"WOMAN!!" Vegeta’s roar echoed down the halls of Capsule Corp. "THERE’S A PROBLEM!!"
"Damn straight there is," she muttered between sobs, pulling the towel back over her head.
The Saiyan Prince came barging into the bathroom, Goku right behind him. He very strongly resembled Cousin It from the Addam’s family, with his long black hair hanging around him.
It took a little while to get everyone calmed down. Actually, it was more like a couple of hours before anyone could talk without yelling hysterically or crying. That allowed plenty of time for everyone else to show up at Capsule Corp, all with pretty much the same stories.
The teenage girl stared at the computer screen, grinning evilly. This was getting to be more enjoyable by the second.