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There are many ways Bulma Briefs woke up in the morning, usually it was in soft flannel sheets with the sweet song of birds chirping in the morning. She would sit up and to her right on a table, every morning, was her favorite beverage of coffee with cream and sugar with a small bowl of only the most ripe fruits, she would watch the sun rise above the far off mountains before beginning her daily work.
This however was not how Bulma woke this night. Her arms ached and her wrists were screaming in agony, and she was cold… so cold. Opening her eyes she turned her head to rub her eyes into her shoulder and looked at her surroundings.
On either side of her at least 9 feet tall were thick wooden logs which had metal chains drilled at the top, and were conveniently attached to her wrists. The chains were only about 4 feet long which forced Bulma to hang in her unconscious state.
“They could have at least made it comfortable if I’m to die up here”, grumbled Bulma as she rose to her feet. It was then she noticed she was dressed in just a thin white rag, just enough to cover her nudity, but if she moved in any direction to fast, she was sure it would disintegrate into nothingness.
“You bastards! I told you I’m not here to hurt you or share your stupid secrets and you could have at least let me keep my clothes!” She screamed into the wind, hearing her voice echo off into the distance and kicking a pebble with her barefoot watching it skitter to the edge of the cliff before teetering off into oblivion.
Just one week ago she had arrived to a remote village and the local villagers were none to pleased to hear her walk into town asking anyone she could find about the mysterious “Ozarus”.
Bulma had made it habit to be the woman that could do the impossible, she had already proven one myth was true, and it wasn’t enough.
7 years ago Bulma’s mother, Bunny, was diagnosed with a terminal illness and the best doctors money could buy told her she had less than 2 years to left. Bulma in desperation read in ancient scrolls that “Dragon Balls” were scattered across the globe and if gathered a sacred dragon called “Shenron” would grant any one wish. For the next year Bulma scoured the Earth locating these Dragon Balls, and at the mockery and scorn of all her colleagues for believing in such a ridiculous notion she proved them wrong. She created a device called the dragon radar, and it led her to each and every dragon ball. She remembered vividly the moment Shenron rose from the Dragon Balls but everything after that was blur, the request, returning back to her home to find her mother walking around the house with her father quickly following her asking to conduct more tests to make sure the “miracle” had actually cured her, her running into her arms crying.
That was four years ago and she was grateful but bored, and was looking for adventure… and when she caught wind of a giant ape that lived on an island off the coast of Japan she needed to see it for herself.
“See where that got me…” she tugged lightly on her shackles causing shocks of pain to shoot through her arms and shoulders and causing her blue hair to fall into her face. Blowing out sharply she puffed the blue tendrils from her face.
“So Bulma how are you going to get yourself out of this one?” she mumbled as she began to inspect the chains squinting in the darkness when one loud roar could be heard, and then two and then a choir, causing the hair on the back of Bulma’s neck to raise.
“Oh no you don’t… shit”, Bulma vigorously began to pull on her shackles. “Desperate measures, desperate actions and all that crap” She looked at her thumb, “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK” pulling harder than she had ever she felt the sicking crunch of her thumb breaking, the metal of the shackle digging into her hand causing deep gashes to form and blood to stream down her arm acting like a lubricant and allowing her to free her right hand. Cradling her hand to her chest she took steady long breaths to calm her self and control her pain. “One down, One to go” she mentally prepared herself to tackle the task of freeing her second hand when she felt the ground begin to shudder in a rhythmic pattern.
Bulma began to pull on her second hand when she felt a strong gust of warm wind hit her, stopping all movement she turned her head slowly to gaze into the largest red eyes she’d ever encounter.
“Oh the Hell NO” Bulma screamed and began to furiously tug on her shackle. The monster was huge, it stood well over 30 feet with a long snout and canine teeth as long as her arm, it was covered in a deep brown fur that covered every inch of it’s body. It however didn’t move and just watched Bulma as she pulled on her chain while still cradling her other arm.
The monster watched her with almost what could be considered intelligence and Bulma stopped tugging after she realized the futility of her actions… even if she did manage to pull her hand free, it’s not like she could run away. The villagers had managed to put her on a cliff with rocks to her back and no “easy” escape.
“Well now what?” Bulma asked the monster. She could have sworn the monster, which she was now realizing resembled an ape, rolled it’s eyes in a very human sort of way. With one very large hairy hand the Ape monster reached towards Bulma causing Bulma to shrink back as far as the chains would allow her. The massive fingers flicked the top of the log shearing the metal as if it was paper causing Bulma to stumble back with the loss of tension. The massive hand lowered and cupped her and gently and lifted her into the air.
“Um if you don’t mind letting me go, I’d really appreciated it. I mean I was only looking to prove are real, and well look at you! You’re real, now that I know I can go, I promise not to tell anyone” Bulma began to ramble shuffling backwards.
The Ape could only be described as laughing at her as she heard loud growls coming from it. “I think not Woman”, a booming voice erupted from the Ape.
Bulma froze, “You can talk?!” she screamed, “You bastard, you come over here and you scare the living shit out of me, and you can talk?!” her fear quickly turning anger she banged his palm with her good hand.
The movement caused the Ape to notice again her hand “What did you do to your hand?”.
“I broke it, trying to escape from you” Bulma shot back. “So now what, you going to eat me or kill me?”.
“No” was the curt response from the massive Ape and Bulma began to feel him move. “We go back and see how you will help us.”
“What?!” Bulma yelled. “I’m sorry, I misunderstood you, How I will help YOU?!” but her only answer was silence and the gentle swaying of each step towards the unknown home to the Ape that currently held her.