Consuming Madness - Chapter 1

The First Cut is the Deepest

MS: As may have already emerged from "Bedroom Conversation", I plan to translate "Consuming Madness". So I didn't write it, but a gifted author named "Erik Mersereau" aka "Ash, the Wanderer". He really writes fantastic comedies and this saga.

CM was closed over two years ago and owns sequels including the ingenious "Atrocities". If you are interested in the story, read my translation, if you are good enough in English you can read the original (on gokugirl.com). But please do not reveal things in comments that the others do not yet know!

Of course, I forward comments to the author.

Many things are difficult to translate and I've decided to keep some of them. E.g. the different kicks and kicks in the different fights, certain names (goofy smile instead of goofy smile), nicknames (green locks, sweetie, honey) ...
CM is a special FF. Not only is it incredibly exciting, but it also has one of the most romantic and heartbreaking scenes between Bulma and Vegeta that I have ever been able to read (by the way, it's in the last part!)

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A fine day shouldn't be the signal of an approaching Armageddon, but nothing works the way people think it should, and for some strange reason most are grateful for it. Besides, no one would have thought of an apocalypse that could be compared to the Four Horsemen, after everything she had already seen in her life, Bulma was good at detecting when something bad was about to happen.

It all started when she set out to find the Dragonballs so that she could have something to do for the summer, not to mention the most perfect friend there was. Who would have thought that just because she met a little boy her life could get so mixed up? But that wasn't a normal boy.It was Son Goku. Since meeting him, she had had dozens of adventures, on earth and everywhere. She had seen living beings that had the power to destroy solar systems with one wave of the hand. The cold arrogance of Vegeta (when she thought about it, it was funny that she had gotten together with him), the dark evil of Freezer, the Androids and Cell with their sole purpose of being the strongest, and the destructive madness of the Majin called Boo Shape.

But she had also met good people, friends, people who stood up for those who could not defend themselves. And always Son Goku led them, with his goofy smile and his infinite ignorance. Until the fighting started, and then he got dead serious. Fighting was Son Goku's life, and finding a lifelong joy in the same activity was something that amazed Bulma, even more because all the death and destruction he had seen had not hardened his soft heart, he was eternally loyal and loving to those he cared for.Hell, he even loved her husband Vegeta in his own way of having a great rival in love, despite the fact that Vegeta couldn't hold a candle to him.

* Well, I don't know what drives him. He reached the Super Saiyan 3 level in the same way. Nonetheless, he continues to train and vows that one day in the final fight, he will be better than Goku. I don't know about it, but I still love him just as much. *

Yes, despite all her indifference, all her struggles, all the crazy idiosyncrasies of Vegeta, she loved him, genuinely and deeply. It had been a slow love, a seemingly impossible love, and if the future version of her son had told her when they first met, she would have laughed herself to death at the total absurdity. But after Yamcha was betrayed, it had all started. Really, when she looked at Trunks now, proud and raised in a world where he still had his father and friends, it seemed so right.

"Mom!"

Bulma was torn from her mental wanderings by the call of a little girl. A reputation she knew all too well.

"Mom! Can I have some money for ice cream?" Said Bra, hopping towards Bulma. The little girl was very young at ten, but Bulma's appearance was already beginning to show through. Really, even though Bulma was over 50, she still had her beauty. She certainly didn't look her age, as Vegeta would have said, even though he would have shot something that would have given her a reason to playfully hit him (as if it hurt). Bra would grow up with a look that would let guys trip over themselves to get her, and with what her father had taught her, Bulma was sure she would find her prince. Although she looked fragile, Bra wouldn't be fooled, and if a boy tried she would show him her anger.Bulma remembered Oob jokingly calling a garden gnome. Afterwards, when she had taken care of him, Bulma had been amazed that a footprint could actually be pressed into a man's buttocks.

"Come on, mom! It's the first time you've had Tutti-Frutti! Please, please, please!" Bra said, jumping up and down.

Bulma sighed as she gave in.

"OK, but don't tell your dad. He'll go crazy if you eat that greasy stuff and will make you do a hundred push-ups again," Bulma said as she handed Bra some cash.

"Ah, no problem! I can do a hundred push-ups easily! I can even do them when I'm on my hands!" Chirped Bra as she whirled around and danced off to the iceman. Bulma sighed again and leaned back. After she got the ice cream, Bra would most likely be walking towards the forest that surrounded the park to eat. She wasn't afraid to leave Bra alone, anyone with bad intentions towards the little girl would find themselves on a one-way trip to the moon in no time.

Bulma leaned back and closed her eyes, deciding that she might need a little nap ...



When Bulma slept and Bra bought her ice cream, part of the forest suddenly became deathly silent.

Then, as if out of nowhere, a hole suddenly ripped open the air, as if the reality of the world had suddenly become a piece of cheap material. Behind the hole, as if someone were standing there listening, came the sounds of screaming and shouting, a man and a woman.

Then the crackling swelled so much that anyone listening would not have heard the scream "DIE YOU BITCH!" Coming from the hole.

There was silence except for the crackle.

And then the hole got bigger and suddenly it spat out what looked like a bad piece of food. Shot out with force, it rolled through the grass and dead foliage and slammed into the trunk of a gigantic oak tree. The tree trembled.

The hole closed again quietly.It had taken maybe fifteen seconds for the whole spectacle. Slowly the figure that was thrown from the rift began to twitch.

Bloody fingers suddenly opened and dug into the ground as the woman got to her hands and feet, her hair a bloody mess. Slowly she raised her face.

If anyone had watched, they would have run away screaming as if the demons of hell were after them. The woman's face was a powdered mess, sharp bone daggers sticking out of the heap of pureed muscle and brain matter. One eye dangled from its socket, the other was crushed to mush. The nose was gone, torn right from the face, and the chin was still hanging on a thread of muscle.

Blood dripped in a steady stream from the ruins of her face.

The woman made a sound deep in her throat, but it wasn't a sound of whimpering pain as one might have expected.

It was more like a sound she would have made if she loved someone, a rumble deep in her throat of lust and pleasure.

And then, suddenly, the face began to reform itself. The eye slid back and pushed itself back into the prefabricated bone cavity when his brother suddenly reached out and healed. A mass of brain erupted from the hole where her nose had been as the bones trembled and reconstructed to their natural shape.

A tentacle of black energy emerged from her ruined chin and swung it back into place as pink muscles emerged and snapped it. Slowly the black energy slid over the entire face like living oil.

Then suddenly it twitched, and any observer who had not yet run away like any sane person would have been amazed. There wasn't a single injury left on the woman's face, not even the slightest sign of a scar.All the damage was gone, wiped away.

The entire process had taken less than a second, almost instantly.

The woman slowly rose to her feet. She wore a skin-tight outfit of purple and blood red that was so intense it almost looked like it was vibrating. The outfit was torn all over the place, cuts that looked like they were made by angular guns and bullets and god knows what. The woman had long red hair that also had black streaks through it. They slid like snakes.

Slowly the mysterious Medusa raised her arms to return her hair, and suddenly her outfit was whole and complete. It happened instantly, one second it was torn to shreds, and the next it was whole and clean, almost like an afterthought.

The woman was well-groomed and muscular, and the way her face bared would have been called beautiful. She had a sensual mouth and cheeks that matched her body.Any man who saw her would have immediately had blood congestion in a certain part of his body.

Until you saw her eyes

Like twin pools of pure darkness, the woman's eyes were devoid of any emotion or humanity in general. Everything that burned in them was a terrible, mentally paralyzing pleasure.

The air stayed still, the presence of this woman terrified everything into perfect calm. Something radiated from her, something that was beyond cold and hot, something that digs into your body and thrusts daggers into your heart out of fear, a terrible fear and overwhelming need to flee before you could see anything else, see what lurked behind those gruesome eyes.

The woman blinked.

"Where ... am ... I ...?"

Then a branch snapped and the woman with the soul-piercing eyes turned to the sound. She was a few meters