Authoress' Note: It has been too long since I have done a challenge. It was issued as an open-ended challenge, and as I began to settle down with my nightly rituals, I began to mentally plot something in my head since I couldn't grab a writing tablet because I was taking a shower at the time. Pretty much, I had to brainstorm until I could get to my laptop.

So, this is kind of my scenario of a future chapter that involves a reunion of sorts. This might end up being a bit confusing since it is from a certain person's point of view. I did this because I wanted to once again challenge myself to write from a first-character perspective. I'll leave a few clues before the reveal near the end of this sniplet.

Oh, and why I chose Bad Romance by Lady Gaga to frame this sniplet was something I was mentally singing the moment I saw this challenge had easily fallen into my lap. In a way, it does kind of fits the vibe of this series.

~Chibi Mirai Gogeta

Lover's Brief Reunion
One-Shot

Images flash on the screen before my eyes as I memorized the figures in them. I was told that they are the enemy, aliens impersonating all simian life on this world known as Saiyans. They were bloodthirsty, vicious and battle hungry monsters that had come to Earth to ensure their dominance over mankind.

I was told that they were the main reason the Earth's population was on a decline. I was told that I should hate them for what they had done to try and exterminate all life. I was told these things because I should not associate with them and avoid them at all cost.

I was told these things, and yet, why is it when I see this tall, dark-haired man in the pictures that I feel such a need to get closer? Why do I feel this unknown desire to be in his arms? His body language screamed intimidation, and yet, as I stare at him, I feel a pull to be with him, to speak to him.

It's vexing because he is the enemy. Still, a tiny voice in the back of my head wants to tease him, even if it means putting myself in undesired danger.

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I had woken up with no recollection of who I am, an enigma with no past and uncertain of the future that I would be working towards. When I woke up, I was given a number as a way to identify myself, a number which made me feel more like a machine than a human since it was now my name. Any humanity I had was wiped away, leaving me with only one emotion.

Hatred.

I learned that I had been killed by a Saiyan and was restored to life. Everything I was seemed to be wiped away, leaving my mind completely void of all but the scientific knowledge I learned somewhere at some point. Perhaps that is why Dr. Gero entrusted me with his final project, his magnum opus, that he wanted me to ensure would continue to grow. It would ensure the end of the Saiyans.

My fingers type across the keyboard as I log the day's stats into the computer. As I do so, I noticed movement on one of the screens near my desk. Someone was sneaking around outside of the lab. An intruder?

I could not make out who it was, but the telltale sign of it being the enemy sent a shiver down my spine. How the hell did one of them find me? I could have sworn that the doctor had said that there would be no way the enemy could ever find this place.

Apparently, that was a horrible contradiction. A contradiction that could lead to the end of my life once more.

At this point, I yearned for 17 and 18's company. They would have protected me if they had stayed. Instead, they were gone along with one of Dr. Gero's failures. I have no idea where they went, but all I knew was that it was not safe being here alone.

Rising from my chair, I grab one of the guns that I had engineered to handle the possible threat that laid outside. My breathing quickened as the thought of defending myself from one of these monsters seemed to be starting to become more of a reality than I could imagine.

The footfalls of the enemy grows closer as I press myself against the wall near the door's opening. Carefully, I removed the safety off of the gun as the door is forced open, completely falling off the hinges. I hold my breath as I aimed my weapon directly at the intruder, but instead of firing, I froze.

Taking advantage of this, he crushes the barrel of the gun, pulling the damaged weapon away from my hands as his eyes fall upon me. I found myself staring into his intense gaze, my heart racing at the thought of him killing me just like they had before. Was he my murderer?

Wait, why would I think that he murdered me when I felt the intense desire to run my hands through his long, dark hair?

Unlike the other androids, I was not modified in order to fight. The doctor explained that I was only needed for my mind, not brute force. That was why he did not feel the need to make me into a killer like the other androids he had worked feverishly on. He felt that such modifications would not be worth the time and effort after he started working on the final project that I am carrying on in his absence.

He stared at me, almost though he was in disbelief that I was here. I felt myself tremble and before I knew it, he pressed me into the wall. I was trapped!

Oh crap! This is it! He is going to kill me, and I still do not understand why...

"Bulma... so it's true... you are alive..."

Wait. What did he call me?

"My... my name... it's not Bulma..." I stammered, feeling a bit awkward around him. The name seemed both foreign and familiar to me, and for an odd reason, he did not seem to be in the mood to kill me. Was this not the Saiyan that previously killed me? If not, why is he not trying to harm me in the slightest.

"Damn... you... you forgotten about me..." he snarled in distaste.

"Forgotten?" I parroted the word, wondering why I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Damn it... don't look at me like that..." he spoke with such hesitance.

"I can't help it," I smiled small, feeling the urge to tease him. It was odd, I felt as though I had some sort of power over him, and he knew not to test me.

"If you keep this up, I might not be able to let you walk away..."

"What if this is what I want?" I challenged with a soft giggle.

He gave me a look, almost pleading for me not to do anything more, but the moment I touched the back of his head to run my hand through his hair, he resigned and permitted me to do whatever I desired. The way he holds me makes me feel something other than hate. I feel as though I am attracted to the mystery of his alien race. As though I had done something with him in the past that made our lives more complicated.

Almost though he had read my mind, he gently touched my left cheek as he draws in closer, his eyes filled with an intense emotion. I opened my mouth to ask him something, but instead, my thoughts were left unfinished and forgotten. The moment his lips meshed against my own, it was as though he had me under his spell, and I caved. A soft moan escaped my throat as he pressed himself against my being, entrapping me against the wall and his battle hardened body.

The carnal, passionate kiss awoke some foreign desires within me, desires that I was willing to chance feeling as my arms wrapped around his neck. For once, it was not hatred I felt, but something that sent a bolt of lightning running through out my being. I was immediately addicted as I returned the kiss, the passion he made me surrender to burning inside me like an inferno.

I felt as though I would have collapsed if he was not keeping me supported in his strong, powerful arms. As my lungs burned for air, I stared into those eyes that were filled with want and desire. Silently, I had to agree that I wanted what he had to offer, to surrender to him entirely.

Before I could voice my desires, he pulled away as he cursed. I felt him gently pull me into his arms again as I heard another set of footfalls in the nearby hallway stop short of heading this way.

"Raditz, did you find Cell's incubator yet?" a masculine voice demanded outside of the room.

"No, there's nothing in here but a bunch of broken machinery," the man, whose name I was now familiar with, answered.

"Shit, we need to hurry up or Vegeta will have our hides," the other man growled before storming off in another direction.

The way Raditz held me at that moment made me feel safe. Yet, at what cost was he paying in order to keep me hidden from the other Saiyans that more than likely want to kill me for being a human?

"Why are you going to kill Cell? He didn't do anything to you yet..." I asked.

"'Yet,' is the keyword," Raditz snarled angrily. "Do you even know what's going on?"

"All I know is that he's supposed to be permitted to grow to completion," I answered truthfully. In the past, I assumed that I would lie to him, but the way he was acting forced me to be honest to him. "Other than that, I don't know why I'm following Dr. Gero's orders..."

"Listen, fight whatever programming that lunatic has over you have and run," Raditz rested his hands on my shoulders. "After all of this is over, I'll find you... convince the others not to kill you so we can be together once more..."

The way he said it made me feel as though he was saying goodbye to me. I did not want to leave him, especially since he made me feel things I could not yet understand.

"Where should I go?" I asked him as I grabbed his arm before he could get too far. There was pain look in his eyes, almost though he was contemplating his next words.

"Somewhere safe," Raditz told me as he moved my hair away from my face. "Please Bulma... you need to get away before you get caught..."

I nodded as I quickly kissed him on the cheek and gathered what little belongings I had in my arms. Running down the hallways towards the exit of the lab, I felt something wet running down my face.

Odd. Why do I feel so sad leaving Raditz behind? For the life of me, I feel like I had left something else behind.

Fin

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Alright, so I ended up turning this story into a shameless romance and a horribly short-lived reunion. Yeah, I ruined it by throwing another character in there, and the reason I did not give a name was to leave the other identity open-ended.

The ending where I had Bulma crying as she runs away was something that seemed right. She has no idea who she is, and the fact that she's leaving something wonderful behind makes her question why fate has to be cruel. I am such a tragic writer sometimes.

Also, you must be wondering: why amnesia? Haven't you done enough of this Chibi?! I have, but this time, the circumstances of writing this was kind of different. Bulma was dead, and I'm pretty sure that if an insane, homicidal doctor was handling someone's brain, he could have done some much needed brainwashing to control his subject. That or death could have wiped out any memories that she had save any that knew of what she used to do in her life.

Writing this was kind of an interesting challenge. I will be honest: I missed writing romance, so I was throwing the idea around even as I started typing in Google Docs. Will I write another shameless sniplet? Maybe? I don't know yet. XD

Well, now that this challenge is over, will there be another challenge? I hope so because these are kind of fun.