Heal Me Free Me

Syn: A/U What if instead of the android saga had created an ultimate weapon greater than the androids or Cell. What if Bulma's true heritage was really part of Gero's creation…..what if Bulma was really not the real Bulma that we know of…..

I will confess i was inspired by a K-drama of heal me kill me, which i strongly recommend to anyone. Although this story will not entirely follow or have any scenes from the drama rather it will have the same flow. Anyways this is my first DBZ fanfiction i will try my best to keep characters as themselves especially Vegeta and yes there will be some vegbul moments as well. Enjoy the show and don't hesitate to leave any comments ( whether good or bad, things i need to improve on they are always welcome!)

Chapter one

[ Don't be afraid] the voice echoed.

"I'm not afraid." A stern voice responded.

[It will be alright, I promise] Again the voice responded.

"Why are you telling me this?" The male voice demanded.

[Just close your eyes, please everything will end soon] The feminine voice quivered this time.

Vegeta couldn't understand what was going one. Everything around him seemed to be revolving around a black void. Yet for some reason he was hearing this voice that was meant to comfort, a comfort he didn't need. He was indeed conscious but his body wasn't responding to his wishes, it was completely stiff, even with the greatest effort his body remained motionless.

" What is going on?" He kept on demanding.

[Don't be afraid] The voice repeated again but this time there was more fear hinted behind those spoken words.

"You already said that! I demand to know what is going on!"Vegeta repeated himself angrily.

[ It will be alright…..I….I….promise] The voice broke.

"Woman?: Vegeta finally recognizing the voice. "WOMAN!"

[Just close your eyes] the soft voice echoed.

"But-" Vegeta began to respond agitated, yet he realized his eyes weren't fully opened. So why would she tell him to close it? He again intended to move, to break free from whatever spell was over his body. Nothing seemed to work, then slowly he was able to gain movement in his eyes. They felt heavy but he seemed to have somewhat control toward his vision,

[NO! You must not open them close them…..CLOSE THEM!] The voice pleaded.

As Vegeta's vision adjusted toward his surroundings, he followed where the voice was coming from. Surely enough it belong to a woman, her lips had appeared to have some blood stains while her face looked beated. Her eyes worried and afraid fill with tears as she faced him. Her appearance was still unknown to him but for some reason he concluded it must be the woman that had housed him not too long ago. As he watched how badly her condition was, he was filled with rage, a rage he hadn't felt before in his life, he again tried with all his might to move again, but it would not respond.

"WHO?! WHO DID THIS TO YOU WOMAN!?" He spat enraged.

But little did he know that only in his mind he had actually been answering to her. While in reality his lips had not said a word to her.

[It's gonna be alright sweet heart, they will come for you. I know they will] The woman tried to comfort again.

Her crystal blue eyes began to fill with tears once more as her lips quivered. Just as his vision had finally settled he noticed her face changed form, it wasn't Bulma , no this woman was not 'the woman' he knew. Her hair had an identical hair color but it was much longer and waiver. It was a darker shade, probably since much of it was smudged with dirt and oil. He face was a bit more older, more exhausted. Her skin was paler covered with bruises and mud. His mind was obviously playing some sort of sick games, what in the world was he doing in this place with an unknown person? Who in the world was this woman that was pleading him?

Suddenly the doors flung opened followed but cynical laughters. The woman with whatever energy she had left quickly tried to get in between vegeta and the two begins that had entered the room. He could sense her desperation, her fears, her anguish and most definitely her physical pain she had endured. He could pick on her energy levels drastically decreasing, it would take much of her to completely leave this world behind.

[Please do you whatever you want with me, but leave this child out of it. I beg you please have mercy!"] She began to break.

Both being looked at one another and smirked, it didn't take long before they put this hands on her and began to drag her away. As her outcries broke, Vegeta's rage began to burst out of his body, he tried this might to break free from whatever was keeping his tied down. The screams grew louder as it echoed through the hallways, then another shadow appeared and everything went black.

Vegeta instantly opened his eyes and ripped through the blanket on him. He sat up panting looking at his hands as he noticed he had control over himself. The sweat dripped from his face as he swung his legs off his bed and walked toward the balcony to cool off. It had been days since the same dream kept recurring, as if it was a warning of some sort. It was the same dream over and over again. It didn't make any sense to him at all, why he would be dreaming about this mysterious woman who pleaded for his life. In the beginning he believed that it had something to do with Bulma, perhaps she was around him too much to become a distraction for him. But then the dreams changed and morphed into someone else, someone foreign to him. Sometimes he thought perhaps it revolved around another being that he came across when he traveled through space. But then again he never regarded anyone as important nor worth his time to remember.

Water never felt so refreshing as tonight, it seemed to help his body to cool down more. He could vividly picture his organs coming back to life as the water replenished them. His muscles even seemed to relax as he chugged his second bottle of water. As he finished he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the silence in the kitchen. His thoughts lingered back to the nightmares, who was this woman and why did she resemble Bulma so much? Was it a premonition toward what will happen? Or was he starting to become like Goku and be too accustomed to this mudball of a planet. Maybe it was time for him to continue his journey else where, not that it hadn't been an option before. But the technology here was suitable for him reaching the legendary status of the super saiyan warrior. That to him was the only reason he remained here, only for that purpose, other than that there was nothing.

As he was about to leave the premises, a plate with little crumbles surrounding it caught his attention.

"Hpmh she is at it again." He spoke to himself.

Bulma was certainly dedicated, her inner will and spirit was fierce he admitted that. If she had any combat experience she would definitely be a competition among the elites, but he would never voice that to her. Her ego was as strong as his and that's what made her more of a valuable asset. If his empire still exist perhaps he would spare her life only and destroy this planet along with that third class clown of a saiyan. As he took another bottle of water his curiosity was getting to the best of him. Should he at least see what she has been keeping herself occupied? It was definitely not out of concern, come to think of it he hadn't seen her or the blondie. Not that he didn't mind left by himself, it was just an usual routine that started ever since the old man fell asleep and hasn't woken up. But then again surely if he went to the woman she would be either agitated or simply wanting to poke around with insufferable questions about his past. Perhaps the better choice is to just head toward the GR and get an early start in entering the next stage toward his goal. Content with his decision he heading back to his room to changed into his armor and head straight for another workout.

"Really dear do you think it is necessary to add more workload than what you already have?" Bunny spoke through the phone worried.

"I am fine mother. I know it seems too much work but it has to get done. The last thing I want is his royal pain in the rear to come in demanding everything when i have my hands tied down." Bulma answered as she rubbed her temples.

"I know dear, both your father and I have always been proud of you sweetie. I am just worried that you might get sick or worse since you are not getting any rest."

"And I greatly appreciate your concern mom I promise that as soon as this project is over i will."

"Alright dear I wanted to check in how you were holding up."

"Thanks mom, how is dad holding up?"

"Well the nothing has really happen, both doctor and nurse have come in periodically to check on him. He is still not responding." Bunny sighed

"We both know that he is fighter mom. You know he wouldn't dare to leave us." Bulma reassured her mom. "Let me know if there are any updates."

"Of course dear."

As Bulma ended her call, her thought lingered toward her dad. It had been months since the incident at the international science convention. Bulma and her father were invited as VIPS and were to receive an award for their latest invention of their new prototype of pure energy. Unfortunately Dr. Briefs went in alone since Bulma was stuck fixing the destroyed GR for the third time. Vegeta had made a scene at their department regarding the reconstruction of the GR. He had even threaten to personally go after them and dragged them out of the award ceremony if his needs were not met. Henceforth Bulma stayed behind to fix the darn thing cursing every word at Vegeta for being a insolent animal taking advantage of their hospitality. Her comment led to a verbal sparring match which ended in Vegeta destroying her tablet to reboot the whole system once again. Fumed with so much hate she even called Goku reproaching him for letting Vegeta to have a second chance at life. The next morning Bulma's world came crashing down, the news spread like a wildfire. There was an incident at the science convention which resulted in Dr. Briefs and everyone else caught in the line of fire. Very few survived the incident while most did not. Bulma demanded that her father be flown back to be attended by their top specialists. Although Dr. Briefs made it back barely alive but to their misfortune he fell into a deep coma. The impact and the trauma that injured his body was too much, for now they must wait and hope for a miracle to happen. Therefore Bulma took on as the acting C.E.O until her father fully recovered. Since then her workload has triple, always have to be on top of things. Dealing with the media as well as reports from their latest developments, investigations and handling board meeting on top of keeping the prince content with his latest toy as well. At times she would spend her baths in tears trying to drown out what waited beyond her doors and other times she held in as much as she could to keep her sanity. But more importantly she does everything for her father's sake. From all the times she had left to go out in adventures, her father never protested nor demanding anything in exchanged. At least in this case it would only be wise for her to return the favor to him. At least he deserved that much.

Guilt has always followed her since that day, if it wasn't for that stupid idiot acting like he owns everything, her father wouldn't have been alone. Of course she wasn't like Goku or Vegeta with super abilities to stop anything, but if she was there at least from a scientist's perspective she would have noticed something wrong. Out of all the journeys and crazy experiments she had survived, she learned very quickly to pick up on upcoming dangers. That could have counted for something and now because she wasn't there, her father paid the price so high that there's nothing but hope left.

Bulma sighed as she looked at her watch. Definitely by now he would be in the GR in the middle of training. Did she dare trespass into the lion's den, yes she does why? Mainly because the less she sees him the better and two if this was at another occasion Bulma wouldn't doubt love to torment her house guest forcing him to ask nice. There are so many incidents when she had to strongly hold in the laughter as Vegeta struggle to compose himself or to maintain that cold front he always puts. In the end she would always win no matter what but now was not that time for play, now it was time to be in the real world and fight real battles. She sighed once more as she packed the last of her tools, tablet and more importantly some music for motivation after a possible battle with the prince.

That was the end of chapter one how did I Do? Might have been a but dry but this story will start to get better….hmmm will Vegeta keep having these dreams? Or why is he really having these dreams? And what about Dr. Briefs? What really did happen at that convention that made him be in a coma? I don't want to give to many things away but this chapter has already said enough stay tune for the next one! Please review!