You quickly ran home and opened the two doors that lead into the cellar, your sister's workshop. You covered your face and slightly coughed as smoke came out the doors. You squinted your eyes at the large, grey cloud. "Bulma?!" you called out in concern, making your way down the stairs, and waving the smoke away.

When you go down the smoke begins to clear off and you see a pair of legs sticking out of a barrel and heard coughs and groans coming from it.

"How on earth did that happen?" Your sister asked, as she pulled herself from the barrel.

"Bulma, are you alright?" You inquired with concern in your voice.

"Damn this machine," Your sister grumbles as she kicks the clunker. She had short, blue hair and matching blue eyes, wearing dirty, dingy clothes that were stained from oil, dirt and ruble. You smiled seeing she was okay. "I've had enough with this hunk of junk!"

You chuckled a little before speaking up, "You always say that." You smiled. Your sister, Bulma, has been working on this invention for weeks, preparing it for the fair. It was suppose to automatically cut wood and pile it for you, and all you had to do was keep the coal in the stove that was used to make it work hot. So far, it has been unsuccessful on making it work.

"No, I mean it this time. There is no way will I ever get this cursed contraption to work!" She exclaimed angrily.

"Yes you will, I know you will. And when you do you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow." You said, trying to reassure her and raise your sister's spirits.

"Hmph," Bulma crossed her arms, trying to ignore your effort. You placed your basket on the workbench before walking over to her and hugged her.

"And become a famous inventor." You could feel your sister relax a little, as her facial expression lightened.

"You really believe that?" She asked, her eyes gleaming with hope.

"I always have, and always will." You smiled and she smiled back.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" She inquired. "I'll have this machine working in no time!" Your sister walks towards the machine with a new found hope and ducks under it. "Can you hand me my toolbox, [F/n]?"

You turned your head at the workbench and grabbed the toolbox, laying it besides her.

"So, did you have a good time in town today? How was the visit at Mr. Kai's?" Bulma asked as she works her way.

"Well, I got a new book and when I heard the explosion coming from the house I rushed back here. I had no time to see Mr. Kai - maybe next time." You reply, though you were in thought. You hesitate, but ask anyways. "Bulma, do you think I'm... odd?"

She looked out from under the machine with rather ridiculous goggles on that magnified her eyes, making them two sizes big. "My sister, odd? Where did you ever get an idea like that?" She then returned back to her tinkering.

You sigh and looked around sadly. "Oh, I don't know. I just don't think I really fit in here... I don't really have anyone to talk to."

"What about that Yamcha? He's a handsome fellow." Your sister suggested.

You rolled your eyes and snorted at the thought of that brute. "He's handsome alright, and rude, and conceited, and... Oh sister, he's definitely not for me." You said sitting down and resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

Bulma chuckled. "Well, don't you worry, because this invention is going to be the start of a new life for us." She crawled out from under her contraption and placed the toolbox back on the bench. "I think that will do. Now, let's give it a try." She pulled back a lever near the end of the machine. A horn on the top of the invention wailed, springs bounced, wheels turned and the hot coals flared. You both watched the machine in awe, as no explosion happened this time.

All of a sudden, an ax fell downwards on a piece of wood that was resting there. It fell once, twice, and then again and again, splitting the wood in two. The wood then fell on a spring loaded plank which sent the wood flying into an already made pile of wood.

"It works!" You exclaimed, your face lit up and happy for your sister.

"It does?" Your sister stared at the machine surprised that it was actually working. She smiled, as a piece of wood shot out from the invention and almost hit her on the face, but luckily dodged it quickly. It zipped past her and smashed the wall behind her. "It does!"

"You did it! You really did it!" You hugged your sister and you two jumped in joy.

"Can't believe it works!" Your sister laughed. "[F/n], hook up Oolong. I'm off to the fair!"

Your horse, named Oolong, was a majestic stallion with rare color pink linear on the soft mane and tail. You soon had him ready and hitched up to the wagon. You helped your sister drag the machine out of the basement and into the wagon. Bulma goes back inside and changes into her finest clothes, wearing a winter hat on her head and then comes back outside to hug you goodbye before mounting the stallion.

"Au revoir sister! Good luck at the fair!" You called and waved.

"Au revoir [F/n]! Make sure to take care while I'm gone!" Your sister exclaimed happily, as you waved once more and you watched her leave till you couldn't see her anymore. Bulma rode on into the forest and for awhile everything seemed fine, not until the light slowly began to fade away and was soon replaced by the deep darkness of night and she realized she should have arrived at the fair long before nightfall arrived.

"Hmmm, how odd." Bulma examined the map carefully with the light of her lantern, though it was no avail - she was lost. There was no way of finding her position on the map. "We should have been there by now." She said to Oolong in confusion with a slight hint of worriedness. Oolong however was scared as he saw an owl staring at him with beady eyes. "Maybe we missed a turn. I guess I should have... Oh, wait." She slowed to a stop coming upon two signs pointing either right or left. She held up the lantern to see if she could read them, but they were so worn down that the paint was illegible.

Oolong turned to go left, but Bulma pulled him back. "No, we should go this way." She pulled Oolong's reins to the right. The stallion looked at the two pathways. The right pathway was dark and had fog covering the ground looking foreboding, as the path at the left seemed bright and cheery.

Oolong then glanced at her like she was crazy before ignoring her command and began walking over to the left side once again. Bulma quickly pulled the reins causing him to stop his tracks.

"Oh come on, Oolong. It's a shortcut! If we go this way I'm sure we'll be there in no time." She said matter-of-factly. Oolong snorted, and had no choice but to go down the path his master ordered him to, though deep inside, he felt wary about that place. This path had a sinister feeling. The trees all seemed dead and stuck out in sharp angles. Fallen dried leaves flew and rustled through the cold wind. No other sound was heard. No crickets cricking, and no hooting from the owls. Nothing, but horrific silence otherwise.

Suddenly, Oolong tensed up as he sensed something coming towards him and Bulma. He looked around and backed away slowly. He whined as howls erupted throughout the forest.

"This can't be right. Where have you taken us, Oolong?" the horse scowled and whined at her, attempting to correct her. Bulma pulled Oolong's reins back and looked around. "We'd better turn around." She said worriedly as the howls grew louder. Oolong backed up causing the cart to crash into a tree. Yellow eyes glowed from the woody perennial plant, and several bats flew out of the hole. The creatures surrounded Bulma and Oolong.

In an instant panic, Oolong ran forward in order to escape the blood-thirsty bats. The stallion was running too fast causing Bulma to have trouble hanging onto the reins. Suddenly Oolong came to a halt, stopping near the edge of a cliff. Oolong panicked even more as Bulma pulled on the reins to back up the stallion.

"Whoa, Oolong. Come on, back up. Back up." Bulma demanded. Oolong slowly began to back up, pebbles and dirt went down the steep cliff.

"That's a good boy, there we go. Steady now, steady." Bulma reassured. Loud howls and barking was suddenly heard, causing Oolong to rear in terror and throwing his master to the ground. The lantern she was holding fell out of her hand and down the cliff. Without a second thought, Oolong galloped into the woods, trying to escape the oncoming danger and leaving Bulma alone as two wolves appeared, chasing after the terrified horse.

Bulma slowly stood up, and took in the events that just occured. She realized she was in an dark unknown forest alone, and without a proper light.

"Oolong?" She whispered, slightly dusting her cloak off. No sound answered her back. Suddenly her hearing perked up loud growling noises from behind. Bulma turned to see a pack of wolves standing at the top of a hill snarling and staring at her. She gasped in fear, stumbling on her feet before she began to run into the woods. The wolves gave chase immediately, following the woman's tail through the dense forest. Bulma resumed to run looking behind from time to time, only in her dismay to see the wolves quickly gaining on her.

She lost her footing and fell downwards a small hill. She glanced up, catching a glance of a grand iron gate standing mighty before her. Bulma immediately stood up and ran towards it. She grabbed the iron gate and shook it with all her might.

"Help! Someone please! Help!" She called out. In surprise, the gates flew open and she fell inside. She turned and quickly shut the gate with her foot, blocking the wolves from reaching her. The creatures gnawed and barked at her through the gate. She panted, catching her breath and began to crawl away when one of the wolves snatched her foot. She panicked and threw a hard kick, making him lose his grasp on her. She stood back on her feet, breathing hard, before staggering back and kept her distance from the iron gate.

The heavy grey clouds began to pour down rain, soaking her from head to toe. Bulma walked forward to find her eyes focused on an ominous and enormous castle. It was dark with gargoyles sitting near every corner. The castle looked uninhabited, or at least it seemed like it had been for quite some time.

Bulma continued strolling onward, leaving her hat behind where it fallen near the gate, hoping that someone lived in the castle and could kindly give her shelter for the night. She ran towards the door, not wanting to be outside any longer. Bulma banged on the door and it slowly opened from the force. She let herself in and shutted the door behind her. She walked slowly into a grand hallway with a few pillars holding the tall ceiling up. A large red carpet stretched to the far end of the room, along the stairway that leads to the upper floor of the castle. As other parts were covered with red curtains. The hallway seemed polished, but it was also apparent that dust had been gathering for some time.

A ticking sound was heard and she saw an ivory clock with green and red designs as it also contained a scar, and a candelabra with orange and blue graphics on a small desk to her side. She strolled onwards, hugging herself for warmth. "Hello?" She called out. "Hellooo...?"

Soon she heard a voice. A male's voice whispering, "Poor girl, we should assist her."

"Shut your mouth." spoke another male voice. "Maybe she'll go away."

"Is someone there?"

The candelabra opened it's eyes to reveal dark orbs as it lit aflame. It looked at the clock.

"Not one word, Kakarot. Not a word." The clock replied sternly, opening it's own eyes, which were also a dark color.

"I-I apologize for intruding, but I lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night." Bulma explained.

The clock and candelabra, named Kakarot, looked at her. "But we can't really leave her to wander."

"No is a no. We can not meddle with things that have nothing to do with us." the clock replied.

"Awe Bardock, have a heart."

"Shh!" The clock known as Bardock put his hand over Kakarot's mouth. The candelabra made a blank expression, as he moved his arm with the candle on it and burned the clock.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Bardock hissed in pain, blowing his burned hand.

"But, of course madam. You're welcomed here." Kakarot said to Bulma.

"Who said that?" Bulma inquired, grabbing the candelabra.

"Over here," pinpointed Kakarot, but the woman turned and didn't see anyone.

"Where?" She asked, raising him over her head. He tapped her head, causing her to stare at him.

"Hello!"

Bulma screamed in shock, dropping the candelabra, losing the light as she backed away, before breathing in amazement. "Incredible..." She breathed.

Bardock jumped from the table. "Oh now you've done it, son." He slightly frowned, as Kakarot relit his candles back. "Splendid! Just Peachy. Whoa!" Bardock was picked up by Bulma and she observed all around him - she even turned the knob making the hand on his face turn.

She opened the glass to the pendulum inside, but Bardock closed it back up, snapping down at her finger. "That is private. Do you mind?"

"Pardon md. It's just...I've never seen...Ah..ah..ACHOO!" Bulma sneezed into his face. But because it was glass, he opened his eyes and moved the hands back and forth like a windshield wiper.

"Oh, you are soaked to the bone, madam." Kakarot said. "Come. Warm yourself by the fire." He hopped over the other room where the fireplace was lit. A figure was watching them in the shadows of the stairs.

"Absolutely not!" Bardock exclaimed running after them. "Who knows what master will do if he finds her in here!" he started to pull on Bulma's cloak as he walked down the few steps, but tripped and fell instead.

"Oh no, not the master's chair." Bardock exclaimed, looking up.

Soon a footstool ran into the room knocking Bardock over in the process. It had black and yellow stripes with magenta fringes at the bottom. It ran under Bulma's legs so she could rest her feet.

"This can't be happening! This can't be happening!" Bardock kept saying this over and over hoping it would not come true.

"Well, hello there." Bulma said to the footstool. A coatrack wrapped a blanket around her.

"Alright! This has gone far enough!" Bardock exclaimed. "I'm in charge here-" he got run over by a cart. The cart skidded to a stop next to Bulma.

On it was a cream colored teapot with burgundy and white accents and a cream colored teacup with orange, blue, and white accents.

"Would you like some tea madam?" the teapot said sweetly pouring tea into the cup. "It'll warm you up in no time."

Bardock kept saying don't give him anything, but everyone seemed to ignore him.

As Bulma took a sip, the teacup laughed. "It tickles, mama." She looked at the cup before putting it back down onto the cart.

"Ooh, hello." She said to the little cup.

Suddenly, the doors were slammed open blowing in cold wind that made the fireplace lose its glow.

The teapot shook in fright while the cup hid behind her. "Uh-oh."

A big burly shadow was seen as Bulma shook in fright. The figure made a low growl as it walked on all fours down the small steps into the room. "There's a trespasser here." He said. His voice was deep and raspy, but through the darkness you could see a cape moving.

"Yes, Master," Kakarot said nervously. "Allow me to explain. The lady was lost in the woods so she came here and-" He was cut off when the figure roared blowing out his flame.

The clock was hiding under the carpet and looked over, "Um, Master? Heh-heh, I'd like to take this moment to say...I was against this from the start! ItwasallhisfaultItriedtostopthem,wouldtheylistento me, no, no-" Bardock stopped when the figure roared again making him hide back under the carpet.

Bulma looked over one side of the chair and saw nothing. When she looked to the other side, she could see cold, deep black eyes staring at her with anger.

The woman fell out of the chair as the figure moved closer to her. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What are you doing here?"

Bulma stood up and backed away as he kept walking towards her. "I-I was lost in the woods and..."

"You are not welcomed here!"

"I-I'm sorry." She said staring at him.

"What are you staring at?!" the figure stood up; a good foot taller than her.

"N-Nothing!"

"So, you came to stare at the beast, have you!" the figure ran around Bulma when she tried to run.

"No, I just needed a place to stay!"

"I'll give you a place to stay." The beast growled lowerly as he picked her up by her cloak and left slamming the door on his servants, leaving them huddled together scared of what might happen next.