Well of COURSE Bulma had never tried this. I mean...maybe she could've before, if she wanted. Yamcha would've been more than happy to do ANYTHING that might get the two of them close together. The thought never really occured, and she'd never had the ability to just "whip one up". But it was like magic to her. I mean...wouldn't it to you? Here was something so incredibly dangerous....yet...so beautiful. Something she could almost...hold. Yeah, ok, perhaps that wasn't EVERYBODY'S idea of magic...But Bulma had proven herself quite a few times to be that lamb who followed the lion's tail. And Broly's words of warning only added to her desire to touch it. She didn't of course! But...she wanted to...

The news that she wouldn't be able to actually control it on ehr own was only slightly disapointing. And a smile pulled at those glossy lips as she lifted her hands to hover around it, holding them only a few inches away from the little orb who's light captured everything it touched. It didn't seem to even cross her mind that if Broly made one wrong move she could lose a few fingers...or an eye...or worse.

But it was just too mystical to worry about, like an oil painting of a fairy tail you might see in a Disney resort, the ones that just capture you. She giggled softly, pretending that, for a moment there, she wasn't as helpless as she really was in this new world that was falling into place around her. That she wasn't quite as...small...

"Oh, but you are my dear..."

That strange and sudden voice made her flinch, and...inevidably...brought her hand a little too close.

"Ouch!" She yelped, immediately jerking her hand away and cradling it close to her chest, grimacing.

"..Such a fragile thing..."

W-What was that?! WHO was that? Bulma's eyes opened a bit and she looked around frightfully, then down at her red, blistered hand. Ouch..was right...

"Oh don't mind me dear...I'm just a little voice...inside your mind...."

Okay...so...she had no room to make fun of Broly now. Bulma had NEVER, EVER had something like THIS happen. "Heh...maybe I really AM going crazy.."

"Perhaps you are..."

Something about it...perhaps it was in the tone or the pitch, or in the simple fact that BULMA was hearing voices...was absolutely...terrifying her. Bulma's heartbeat started to sour, and her breathing came quicker, her expression taking on a paniced appeal. It was senseless true, but she couldn't help it! W...who was it? Why was this happening?

What was going on?!

Everything started to blur, everything. And it all pulsed maddeningly in her vishion, obscuring all perception of depth and boundaries as Bulma's beautiful cerulean eyes turned black as night. Glowing slits flashed big and small, there and not, like demon eyes that were never in one place long enough to be able to rationally call it real. And movements, like black, scaly monsters leaped and vanished and faded within the tower's shadows, ghostly and silent. All the while those maddening whispers spoke like a million voices in her head.

No, she was not okay...

"Stop it!" She snarled inwardly with a whimper out loud, closing her eyes tight to end those horrible sights with brows twitching, and hands slipping through her hair to grip her bowed head. "Leave me alone!"

"Heheh..Death will never leave until it's duty is complete, my dear..."

And, as if someone had hit a switch, Bulma suddenly realized that she couldn't breath.

It was like her throat had been closed off or squeezed shut, like Trubon's arm had threatened to do to her earlier that day. And, try as she might, there was simply way air was coming in. It was petrifying. You know that...paniced feeling, I'm sure you do. The one you felt when you were trying to prove you could hold your breath longer than the other kid, or when you were dared to swim through an under-water tunnel with no way of getting back to the surface unless you made it to the other side, one that seemed to get farther and farther away.

But at least you knew which way to swim...

Bulma however, was lost in utter darkness of what seemed like a watery grave, no way of knowing which way she come from or which way to go. And the poor girl slumped forward, one hand on the ground now and the other on her throat, hair falling around her face. "S-She's...tr-rying to...kill me...!" She cried, her tiny form shaking. But there went precious oxygen that she couldn't get back, and her chest tensed and constricted as her body tried desperately to get some suction through her closed airway. She coughed once, and that was it. She'd hit the absolute bottom of the barrel, lungs completely empty. And those whispers and voices continued on with their volume and intensity growing with her rocketing paranoia, pulse roaring in her ears like a thousand waterfalls and she dropped from her hand to her elbow.

But just then...a sudden, unexplained breeze whisped the fire out like a breath. And just when the black spots in her vision were about to take her all the way under...

It stopped.

Oxygen ripped down her throat like sandpaper but it didn't matter at all to her. It was delicious, it tasted like life, and Bulma sucked that sandpaper down like she might never get to again. Heck, she might NOT ever get to. Her mind wasn't thinking right now, she was souly in survival instinctive impulsive mode and IT'S reasoning proposed that there was no telling when or if her air would be cut off again. She was petrified, and there was simply no other way to discribe this...She was so confused, and felt so light headed and weak...

The inevidable crying came now, her gasping being held after the inhale for a bit longer than it should have, as if she were trying to listen out for the perils she'd witnessed a moment before but couldn't over the sound of her desperately needed huffs. And that was indeed the case here. Those little in-breaths had a femininly "sharp" sounding edge, the exhales shakey and laced with soft whimpers. Like the flutter of a dove's wings. Or the sound of a girl who'd just woken up chained to the wet, drippy wall of a dark torture room, and the sound of devilish groans wailing from down some invisible hall.

Bulma was...frightened...I do believe.

She hadn't even noticed how desperately she'd tried to claw her way into Broly's lap, so he'd hold her just like one off the good ol' boys did when she was scared...Yamcha, Krillian, Goku, Vegeta, Zezon, someone, anyone...She was most always either cuddled up by someone else's initutive, or by doing this thing here... It was all practically instinctive by now, like one of those pampered, fluffy little dogs. Poor Broly, probably had no IDEA what the heck just happened as she turned and burried her face in his chest, gripping his shirt near her face and his collar as if she were afraid something were going to tear her away. Crying, trembling...

But hey! At least her eyes weren't that creepy black anymore!

Those red, demonic orbs flashed before her memory's eye like a Sleepy Hollow lanturn which only made her grip him tighter, sobbing. "Y...your wrong..!" She cried, strained voice muffled and trembling, "Someone WAS here! They were t-talking to me an'...and..." Poor Bulma, couldn't even get out a few words right now over her trepidation. It would've been bad ENOUGH if she could've SEEN what was after her, but...she couldn't...and...that was even freakier...And what was worse was, even though her mind couldn't function beyond the relims of hysteria, she knew how crazy it would sound to someone else...as if she were able to explain it anyway... But she wasn't crazy! She wouldn't CHOKE herself! She wouldn't just make up those voices and act this whole thing out! They weren't hers!

"Don't let them get me..." She whispered her plea, snuggling up a little so her head was rested snuggly just under his chin, knuckles turning white from the tightness of her clutch. How sweet! Wasn't exactly what she was going for, but from a third person perspective, come on, let's hear your "Awww"z! Bulma already had a fear of being alone, and with these waves of panic that were still unceasingly coarsing through her mind, Broly was the only thing that could make the difference between safety and otherwise... I mean...whatever just attempted to KILL her WAS supposivly in her MIND. But...He could still protect her...he...he could...

And if only to make matters worse, those soft breaths, trickling down the base of Broly's neck, ricoshetted back to her face and brought with them a scent that was so...desirably familiar...

"Vegeta..." His name came to mind with another wave of silent sobbing, almost for an entirely different reason. Very rarely did Bulma ever think she needed back-up in things. Much less from him. She was always so confident she could handle things herself and get what she wants with ease, which, USUALLY, she COULD. But Murphy's law seemed to really like biting her in the butt apparently. And just when things were looking so good and so much like they SHOULD be, something absolutely CRAZY had to happen like this. Okay, so she'd been kidnapped and fought over by three insanely powered Saiyans, and was now with some strange person in some strange place that did seem...oddly familiar somehow, Bulma hadn't been so...what you'd call..."scared". I mean, OBVIOUSLY! She'd been snapping and shouting at a SUPER SAIYAN like, all day. Bulma was frequently the damsile in distress, but there was always someone there, always she came out okay...except for once. But I'm talking about the creepy thing here...the choking thing...the thing that made her feel like something she hadn't felt since Mozaic and Sanada had...had tied her to that chair and...hurt her...

Bulma didn't get hurt...

Or at least that's what she thought, until something like that had to happen. Little dog syndrome, I think we call it. But when that little dog FINALLY hit the hard tooth, and FINALLY realized she'd gotten in over her head, retreating to the safe zone between the legs of a very BIG dog was definetly a good plan, don'cha think? Vegeta...always made the scary things seem less big. Like he had with "Lady Figners" back on planet Frieza, and Zezon when he'd first shown up, and...that nightmare she'd had a few nights before. And it was mostly because, well...what could POSSIBLY be SCARIER than Vegeta? Besides certain frogs and bad perms and clashing outfit colours of course.

And she desperately wished she could see that magic worked again.

"Please..."

Well...it was about time thing started going her way. Was that an offer to take her some place she wante to go, perhaps? Of course, Bulma wasn't at all sure what just happened here. Didn't have a clue, actually. It was probably the freakiest thing that'd ever happened to her though. And boy...she'd seen some freaky things through all those times spent with Goku. And whether that scary stuff was just caused by this place as Broly had suggested, or...something else...was totally beyond Bulma's comprehention at this point. It certainly made sense to assume so. Yeah...maybe it was something in this place. Nothing like this had ever happened to her anywhere else after all. So perhaps Broly had a point.

But either way, Bulma was definetly taking advantage of his current state of mind.

She opened a single eye and sniffled as he picked her up and got to his feet, slowly coming out of her little scare as the hope of going to a very certain place clouded her thoughts.

"Like Capsule Corp?"

There was definetly no place like home at the moment. Had it not been for the creepy lady in her head...gosh that sounded bad...maybe she would've been a little less homesick and a little more adventurous. Despite the fact that it was totally stupid that she'd been kidnapped again, for people like her, the prospect of the unknown was more of a...thrill, than a fear.

But even for someone like her, sometimes, enough was enough. And these preceeding moments had most definetly been the last bit of excitment Bulma was interested to partake for one night.

The idea that she may be letting a killer into her home absolutely, without the slightest pause, flew right over her head. Not that Broly would just randomly start killing people on sight or anything...unprovoked. But the sad fact is...there were people there...whos life would simply not be complete if they didn't provoke it. The little Saiyan half-brothers inparticular. Yamcha and the others would be creeping away trying to avoid the creeks in the floor, her parents and the workers would be blissfully ignorant...

But as for the other two...

"Well..." She began, somewhat innocently, "Zezon and Vegeta both live there too. And...if Zezon made it back after...you know...He's probably got the whole place on the brink of picking up pitchforks and torches." Heh, and no doubt he wouldn't...They were all probably freaking out anyway because the two of them had been gone so long, then to have a bloody and broken Zezon bust through the door announcing that she'd once AGAIN been kidnapped and that there was a huge threat lurking just over their horizon...oh indeed, they'd be ready to roar. Psh, I mean, HELLO?! BULMA was missing!

"So...I'm not so sure that'd be a good idea right at first..."

And that was the real reason too! Bulma wasn't trying to do anything funny. Heck, why should she care? She'd already told him where Goku LIVED. Why not take him on a tour tomorrow too? It'd be ANNOYING sure, to have to slip away to get herself, in their terms, "kidnapped" again. But at least it wouldn't be hard to slip under their radar. "But if you need a place to stay, I could totally get you a nice hotel somewhere!" She added more chipperly, "They all know me."