Prolog
Many years ago, Earth was taken over by Dr. Gero. With the z-fighters gone
(minus Vegeta, ex, who were never apart of it yet), the planet was an easy
take-over.
4 years later, Cooler fought a fierce war with Dr. Gero, and conquered half
the Earth.
Freeza then took the other half from Dr. Gero, and only left him Japan. But
soon, Dr. Gero lost Japan as well to Freeza.
Then, another war was predicted. Both Cooler and Freeza wanted all of the
planet-every inch- but neither would leave without a fight.
So, King Cold decided we would destroy the planet.
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Her fleeing parents abandoned Bulma when she was 3 years old. They left
her, in the ally, while they tried to fight Freeza's henchmen.
Sadly, they were both killed.
Bulma was traumatized for the first few weeks, but after a while, she grew
back to her old normal self.
She started living in a bad city- and learned its bad ways, too.
She studied all fighting arts, and developed all kinds of moves and
attacks, not just physical. But, not wanting anyone to know about her
"special" gifts, she only used normal types of fighting in public.
When she was 14, she won the King of Iron Fist Tournament 3.
When she was 16, she won the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4.
After that, she began fighting and competing for money. She lived off her
money, and with her fighting skills, she learned to defend herself from
soldiers and others.
Now, Bulma is 18, and hoping to survive Earth's uncertain future.
Chapter 1 The fighter fell to the ground, eagle-spread, and face on the cold metal ground in his defeat. A woman stood above him, holding her fist in front of her triumphantly, and smirking at her defeated opponent. She blew on the top of her fist, as if to blow off dust, and relaxed. The crowd around the cage hooted and yelled, throwing their fists in the air, and even sloshing beer and wine in their glasses. Some angry for betting on a loser, the rest giving a congratulations, and already smelling the money they won. The woman then walked over to the cage door, and pushed it open to leave. Her job (as she sometimes liked to call it) was done, and all she had to do was collect her winnings. She brushed through the drunken crowd, and went straight to the bar. "Hey, B, what'll ya take?" Ernie, the bar tender asked. "One Miller-Lite. Ice." She replied quickly. Ernie began walking away, when she called, "Oh, yea, and get that cheap boss o' yours out here. He owes me green." Ernie nodded, and continued to walk away. She sighed, and turned around, leaning ageist the bar, and watching the crowd. "Cig?" She looked over, to see the empty bar stool next to her now occupied by Jamie. "Naw." She replied, "I don't smoke." She eyed him, as he shrugged, and lit the cigarette for himself. He blew it, and let the smoke waver as he glanced around the bar. "And I don't like smokers." She added. "What-ever B." "Bulma." "Fine, Bulma. Geeze, what's got you so mad?" he asked. "People." She said, leaning back again. "Like who?" he asked, taking another puff. "Like people who blow smoke in my face!" She snapped, wishing the smoke away from her face with her hand. "Oh, sorry B- I mean, Bulma." He said, "I gotta blow it out, ya know." "Yea, I know." She replied, "But it doesn't have to be in my face." "Fine. Just fine, B. and Yes, I called you B." he said harshly, "Look, I'm just trying to be a considerate friend, and it" "Miss Bulma!" The two turned around, Jamie in surprise, Bulma in boredom. "Money, Chaz. Money, or your head on platter." She snapped. "Oh, well, aren't we short tempered." Chaz (the owner of the bar) replied with venom. "Cut the crap, Chaz. You're paying me full this time, cheap-scape." She snarled. Last time, he'd forgotten to pay her $200 more. Not again. "Fine, Miss." Chaz said quietly, "You leave me no other choice." Bulma watched as Chaz pulled a gun out of his pocket, and pointed it at her head, holding it steady with two hands. She'd expected he'd do that; there's no way Chaz could've paid her $1,000 if he wanted to; and she found that out after she'd already entered. But she was a fighting champion for a reason. Her foot shot up and knocked the gun out of Chaz's hands, and he jerked back, clutching his wounded hands. The one she had hit directly, left, bled. "Bi" Chaz began, but he couldn't finish the sentence. Bulma's fist got him right in the face, knocking him out. "Anyone else want a taste of their own blood?" she threatened, glancing around the crowd of drunks. They retreated back, beers in hand, and looked at the owner in horror. She smirked, and went through the door to the back of the bar. "B!" Jamie yelled, following her. "What'd you do that for?" he demanded, watching her, as she went straight for the safe-box. "He wouldn't pay me my winnings." She replied coolly, "So I'm going to take it while he naps." "Naps? B, you just knocked the crap out of him!" Jamie yelled. "Quiet down, Jamie. He had it coming." She said. She pointed her finger at the safe, and used a kai beam to shoot right through it. The beam melted the door, and she took the money out of it and shoved it in her book bag. "B, this is serious. You've already committed 3 crimes, maybe more!" he exclaimed, "Why are you risking it all?" "Because," She replied, "With Earth about to be destroyed, between Freeza and Cooler, it's all I've got. I've got to survive, Jamie. If I don't, there's no way I can wish the Earth back." "Wish it back?" Jamie said, now curious, "What're you talking about? Once we're gone-which we will be-we're gone. There's no coming back." "You're wrong, Jamie, there is." She said sternly, "All I have to do is collect-oh, never mind. And good-bye, Jamie." "W-what?" he exclaimed, but it was too late, she had already disappeared out of thin air.
Chapter 2 "Entertainment, my lord?" The guard asked, eyeing Freeza curiously. "Yes." Freeza replied, "Go and find the best human fighter you can-and bring them to me. We will participate in the tournament." "A fight to the death, sir?" the guard asked. "Yes." Freeza snapped, "What kind of fun would it be if it wasn't?" "But, sir," the guard asked, "what will become of the winner?" "He will be auctioned off." Freeza said coolly. "Now go!" The guard nodded and left. And now, alone in the cold, huge chamber, Freeza began to laugh evilly. ____________________________________________________________________________ __ Ernie stood at the bar, drying a freshly clean wine glass, when 3 hooded men walked into the bar. Like most Wednesday nights, business was slow, and only two or three regulars sat on the bar stools doing themselves in. Ernie watched suspiciously, as the men talked in low voice, and nodded to each other. Finally, one walked over, and sat down. "What'll it be, Mister?" he asked, still curious. "Nothing." The hooded man replied, "I just want to know the winner of the King of Tron Fist Tournament 3, and 4." Ernie's face brightened. Men came in all the time, wanting to fight Bulma, nothing out of the ordinary. "Oh, that'd be Bulma." He said, "Hold on a moment, and I'll give you all her information and all."
Ernie left, and came back with some papers and a couple pictures. He pointed at everything as he said it, "This is her fighting number, here's her status, her rank, her history, and the rest of it's blank."
"Why?" the hooded man asked. "Oh, you didn't know?" Ernie asked, "B's an orphan. Freeza's soldiers killed her parents when she was real little. She's always been a loner. Never depended on anyone for anything, always did it herself. So hard-core, like rock." The hooded man nodded, and began looking at the pictures. The one he was holding was one of Bulma with her hair pulled back, a black old baggy tee-shirt, dark-green fighting gloves, her arms crossed, and an annoyed look on her face and in her aqua blue eyes. "Oh, that's from when she was 16." Ernie said, "Our latest is this one." He handed the other photo of Bulma, and the man took it, dropping the other. It had her hair in braided pigtails laying on her shoulders, a more older looking face, the same fighting gloves, a white sleeve less shirt, and her arms crossed again and her head cocked to one side. And this time, and an amused look on her face. The man snorted. "Thank you, bar-tender." He grumbled. Then he piled up the papers and took the latest photo and walked out, his other buddies following behind. Ernie just shook his head, and went back to work.
Bulma sat on the edged of a window, leaning ageist the windowpane and her legs arched up. Shadows played across everything, and there was the sweet tinkle of wind chimes in the distance. The wind blew her blue hair across her face, and the moon hung above, the tiny stars accompanying it. Then, one of the shadows moved, swiftly across. Her eyes caught it, and she watched for another. Sure enough, it happened again, and again. And the moving shadows now came closer, and closer. And before she could blink, she was shot out of the window, and rendered unconscious.
Chapter 3 "LET ME OUT NOW!" she screamed, tugging at her chains and growling furiously. She screamed and cursed-batting at the bars of her cage, tugging and pulling at the chains, to the point where her wrists and ankles were sore and her knuckles bled. She was in a dark cage, in a dark room, and she didn't like it. Growling and skulking, she finally lay down, and slept for the first time in a while. She would protest later. If she was to get out- she needed her rest.
The door creaked open, letting in the first ray of light in days. Bulma winced, covering her eyes with her hand. Two soldiers walked over, and unlocked her cage. Her chains automatically came off, and in the daze, she didn't even consider trying running out. So the men picked her up by her arms, and carried her out.
She woke up in a new cell. "I'M NOT AN ANIMAL, DANG IT!" she screamed, "LET ME OUT!" Without chains, she freely grasped the bars and screamed and raved and ranted as she pleased. And this cage had light, and so did its hallway. "WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT-UP?" someone yelled back from another cell. "Newbies.they just don't get it." another muttered. But Bulma just growled, and yelled, "LET ME OUT!" "Face it, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT!" the same man that yelled first screamed, "We've all tried-so sit back and shut the heck up!" "Yea- but I've got to save Earth!" she exclaimed desperately, "I've gotta get out of here!" "Earth? Earth?" the man mocked, "You can forget your precious planet, sweet heart, cause' this is you're new home." "Wait a sec- Earth, you said?" another man asked. "Yea. You know about it?" she asked. "Not really, but Freeza's only prisoner from there is his fighter for the tournament." The men replied. "Fighter?" "Yes." "Ut-oh." "What is it?" "I'm the winner of 2 major tournaments, I've been fighting almost all my life, and I usually fight for money." She replied dryly. Pause. "So you're it." After that, she sat back, and leaned ageist the wall, and sighed heavily. She soon nodded off to sleep.
_____________________________________________________ Prince Vegeta sat at the table, arms crossed, grumbling. "Something the matter?" his father asked, his tone saying he didn't really care anyway. "It's been quiet." Vegeta replied. "So?" The King asked. "That means Freeza's up to something." He said. "Boy, you should be glad he isn't up to something ageist us." The King snapped, "and if you're so intent on finding out what he's up to, go to the tournament. He's sending in one of his prisoners from Earth to fight it." "One of his prisoners?" Vegeta asked, doubting. "Yes." The King answered, "She's been quiet the little fire ball, according to his gaurds." "She?" Vegeta asked, in even more disbelief. "Yes, Vegeta, it is a female. A human female." The King said, meeting the end of his rope, "And, supposedly, she's stronger than most sayians, and according to the experiments Freeza's been doing on her, she has a few very unique gifts. And that is all I will tell you." But, despite his father's attitude, a smirk spread across Vegeta's face. ________________________________________________________________
In her 2nd week of being in the ship, or her new cell, things had changed. When she woke up, she ate her small breakfast, and then went to work. She was forced to fight monsters and soldiers, or be whipped. She was whipped for many reasons-sleeping too long, taking to long to eat, not fighting at her best, not fighting, not killing her opponent, or for just misbehaving. Freeza did this job, and she hated him more than anything. For taking her away from her home, for making her do this, for taking over her planet, for killing her parents, for everything! And, one day, her routine changed. Freeza walked into her cell himself, and order, "Get up, human. Today is the day." She snarled, and stood. "For what?" SMACK He whipped her, and she winced. A gash was now on her arm. "The tournament I've been preparing you for. Now, if you fight and win, you will survive. These are life and death matches. No sparring. Now walk!" She did as she was told, with a scowl on her face, as he shoved her out a new door-a different door- and into the light. She covered her eyes with her arm, squinting at the arena. Before she could climb the stairs into the real arena, a pair of guards chained her. Rage now freely flowing, she screamed and kicked all the way into the arena. "LET ME GO!" she yelled, as the large pack of guards struggled to get her into the arena. She looked like a banshee, fighting and screaming, with a wild, desperate look in her eyes. But Freeza smiled. This was what he wanted- a fighter that would intimidate others. And she certainly was. Freeza himself was almost scared. Almost. Finally, she broke though the chains, and destroyed all the guards. Freeza's training was successful- she was killing without even thinking of sparing their lives. This was what he wanted. The dead guards were now a pile of trash at her feet, and she wiped the blood from her lip, and spit on the head guard. ______________________________________________ Prince Vegeta smirked and watched the little fireball, as she fought onto the arena, and broke the chains. He even laughed when she killed all the guards, and spit on one of them. Beautiful, but a shrew, He decided, gazing at her figure. "FINAL FIGHT." The announcer declared, "FREEZA VERSES COOLER; FEMALE, HUMAN, EARTH, UNKNOWN; MALE, UNKNOWN, ZARBON." _____________________________________________ Bulma was full of rage, and ready to set it lose. She got into fighting position, and watched as her opponent approached her, and snorted at her. "A woman. A human woman." He mocked. "I will tear you apart." He sneered, leaning in her face. Bulma's face scrunched up in hate, and dealt the first blow. Zarbon dodged it. She kicked. He grabbed her foot, and sent her crashing to the ground. She stood back up, and looked Zarbon up and down. Just from looking at him, she could tell you this: plenty of combat experience, and can only take physical attacks. So, from those predictions, Bulma pulled out of fighting position. This surprised Zarbon. What was she doing? He hissed. Probably surrendering. But, instead, she put her legs together, stood up straight, and clasped her hands together in front of her. She began chanting in a soft, whispery voice, and it scared Zarbon. He took a step back in alarm, fear growing inside of him. "No.. No you can't.you just can't.." He muttered, stepping away. The crowd, surprised as well, leaned forward to see what she was doing. Even Freeza. Slowly, but surely, a red flaming aurora began to sift around her. It twisted and turned, becoming brighter and by the second, until it engulfed her entire being. And then, it turned pitch-black. Zarbon cried out, stumbling to the ground. He screamed, as a wisp of the aurora flew out, and hovered over him. He stared at it, eyes wide, as a white wisp of a smoke-like thing came out of him, and was practically eaten by the black wisp. Then the black wisp disappeared, and Zarbon's eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he went limp.
As the aurora left her, she stood, fists and jaw clenched, staring in pure hatred at the dead body of Zarbon. Then, remembering who she was, she stared at her hands. "I.I killed him.." She whispered, and fell to her knees. She buried her face in her hands, and began to cry. "I'm.s-so.sorry.big brother." She choked out, sobbing into her hands. "I broke my promise. I'm sorry." (FLASH BACK) "Bulma!" a teenage boy called, opening his arms, standing in the middle of the streets. Bulma, now only 9 or so, ran and jumped into his arms. "Oh, Jin!" she squealed, smiling widely and hugging his tightly. "That's my Bulma." He (Jin) said, smiling as well. Finally, they let go, and Bulma stood before Jin, looking up. "Where have you been, big brother?" Jin laughed. "I just had some business to take care of." "Like what?" she persisted. "Like," Jin began, thinking to himself, "Like talking to grandpa." Bulma's blue eyes grew wide. "Grandpa Hehachi?" she asked in amazement. She hadn't seen Hehachi before, and had never heard good things of her grandpa. "Yes. And Daddy Kazuya." He said. Now Bulma blushed. "Was Daddy angry at me?" Jin's face softened. "Of course not, Bulma. He was just.confused." "How?" she asked, now staring at the wall. Pause. She looked up at her silent brother now, and asked, "Is daddy hurt?" Jin sighed, and leaned down to level their heads. "Bulma, Kazuya is your father genetically, and you were raised by mother and her new husband, until they died. Kazuya could never be a good daddy to you." "But, Jin, Daddy never hurt me-" "Yes he did." He interrupted, "He just won't tell you." "How did he hurt me Jin?" she demanded, now angry. "All Daddy ever did to me was help me! Daddy loves me!" "Yes, I'm sure he does." Jin said. "Then what did he do?" "He," Jin began, "he lied to you. And hid your culture. He killed so many, only for himself. He only took you in because it was your mother's wishes, and mine. I couldn't take care of you. I still can't support you." "Then why am I with you?" Bulma said, in a winy tone. "That's what I need to tell you." Jin said, "You're going to go live with Daddy. I have something I need to do, and I can't take care of you at the same time." Bulma was speechless. "So, since I can't protect an guide you anymore, Bulma," Jin said, "Be courteous, kind, and gentle. Keep your purity as long as you can, and make sure the one you lose it to is special. Don't become evil. Don't try and be like Daddy; he made a lot of mistakes that messed up his life. And lastly, don't ever kill anyone. It doesn't help or solve anything. Spare their lives." (END OF FLASH BACK)
Chapter 4 Vegeta stared at the woman in awe. One moment, she had been so full of hate, and the next, she was sobbing on the ground. It confused him, and made him extremely curious.
As he traveled back to Vegetiiasi, he still thought about her. Despite all of the things Freeza had put her through, she still seemed to have her weak human nature. But, if she was human, how did she do that attack? That didn't even look Sayainly possible! It could be, that she isn't human, but simply grew up on Earth. But why would she be on Earth, and not be a human? Why would someone drop from another planet drop their child there, without thinking of other, stronger planets? It made no sense to him. All he could understand was that this girl, of all he had ever heard of or laid eyes on, was the most mysterious. ________________________________________ "STUPID GIRL!" Freeza yelled, as he lashed the whip at her again. She stood, face to the cell wall, with Freeza whipping her back. "YOU CRIED!" He continued to whip her, until he lashed the metal wall, and the whip broke. He growled, and left, grumbling about his "incompetent" whip. But if it weren't for him breaking his only whip, Bulma was sure he could and would've whipped her to death. She fell to the ground, and curled up in a ball, letting silent tears of pain run down her dirty face. She cried herself to sleep, and sleep long, and hard, for a change.
"Get up, girl." A man demanded, kicking her in the stomach. Bulma awoke, to find herself chained again, laying on her cell floor. Her pride swelling up inside her, she growled, and made a mad dash for the open door, only to be greeted by the tug of her chains. "LET ME GO!" she screeched, "STUPID JERK!" she tugged and jerked. The man laughed. "A real fire, aren't you?" he mocked. "And you're about to feel the burn!" she snarled, she jerked at the chains again, only to find herself drained of over half her energy. "What'd you do you JERK?" she demanded. He smirked, and replied pleasantly, "The chains are designed so that if the captive decides to tug and run, it drains over half your energy. And my name is Xion." "Well, Xion, I can tell you right now, I don't like this!" she snapped. He laughed again. "It doesn't matter what you like. You've been sold to me, and I plan on using you." "What! Sold?" she yelled, "I'm not some slave!" "As a matter of fact, you are my slave." Xion replied, "Freeza sold you to me, you wrench. So walk!" He kicked her, and she moved forward, growling and scowling the whole way.
Chapter 5 Vegeta walked into Radditz's office, and sat down. "What do you want, Radditz?" He demanded. "Sir, do you remember the woman fighting for Freeza in the tournament?" Radditz asked. "Yes. Your point is?" Vegeta said quickly. "Well, Xion bought her from Freeza." Radditz said, "And he plans on learning her many.talents. Not like that, but for work."
Vegeta smirked. "So, Xion thinks he can keep the little fireball on a leash?" "Evidently so, Prince." Radditz said, "He's been strutting the fact that he could keep her in a cage no sweat ever since he planned on buying her." "That's Xion for you." Vegeta said, "But how will his mate take it?" "Rocn? She thinks it's a nice idea. You know how she hates not having a training partner, or a slave like the rest of the Ladies." (In Vegetasii, Lords and Ladies were the closest to royalty you could get without being in the blood line or mated to one in the blood line) "It's quite amusing, the fashion statements of the Ladies." "Yes, it is." ____________________________________________ "This is complete crap!" Bulma yelled, as Xion tossed her out of his ship. "oof!" she landed on the docks on her side, and almost broke open a whip scar. She jumped back up, and yelled at Xion, on fist up. "I aught to kill you now, you stupid freak!" "You are the last I should hear call anyone a 'freak'." Xion replied. She growled. "Compared to me, you are!" He sighed and shook his head. "Silly woman." "Uh, excuse me, my name is BULMA!" she yelled. "I don't care what your name is, fool, so walk!" he directed, kicking her.
_________________________________________________ Xion walked into the room proudly, ready to register his new slave. Bulma walked behind him, chained and growling just loud enough for all around her to hear. Her hair was laying about her face, with her head leaned down. She glared at anyone who glanced at her, and smirked as they quickly looked away. If she had to stay here for a while, she was going to be on top, not weak and lowly. "Xion," a blad man called, "Is that your new woman?" Xion laughed. "No, Nappa, but she is a slave. Rocn thought she'd be a good punching bag." Nappa looked Bulma over, and nodded. "Maybe, but she seems too strong." Xion scowled. "Too strong? She's a slave; they're always weak." Bulma's growling grew louder, and she prepared herself to pounce on Xion if her pride felt it necessary. "Well, she sure is seeming menacing." Another man added, "All that growling and glaring." Xion casually glanced at Bulma, and tried to kick her jaw. She caught his foot, and smirked. "Time to make a scene." She twisted his foot, so that Xion crashed to the floor on his back. Everyone jumped back, startled. Bulma simply smirked and walked over casually to Xion, who was still conscious. She formed a energy bomb, and aimed it for his head. "You know, Xion, you're really stupid." She said, "You should've known from when you saw me kill Zarbon!" "Really?" Xion mused, "So, you really think I'd let you run loose with the devil gene?" Bulma's eyes grew wide in fear and the bomb faded some. But her fear was soon replaced by anger. "You jerk." She snarled, "You wouldn't dare!" "Really?" Xion asked, "You really think I wouldn't tell?" A smirk spread across his face, and he became more confident. He found her weak spot. Bulma scowled and tried to hide her concern. "You won't tell, Xion." A man parted the crowd, and walked up to Xion. "If you tell, Xion, I will be forced to kill you and every last being in this room." This man didn't dress in sayian armor, like the rest. He wore cloth. It was dark blue pants, a red belt, a dark blue shirt, black boots, and cloth tied around his wrists and his boots where his ankles should be. "Kazuya!" Xion exclaimed in surprise. "But-how" KAZUYA? Bulma let the bomb disappear in her surprise. But, Kazuya is her FATHER'S name! "Not now, Xion." Kazuya said quickly. "You will keep your mouth shut."
Xion made an indignant look, and asked sarcastically, "Does that mean I have to stay on the floor?" "Don't get smart with me, Xion." Kazuya snapped, "Up." Then he looked at Bulma was cold, dark eyes. "At ease, Hikari." Bulma blinked in surprise. Only her mother and brother called her that; and it was very rare when they did. "Hikari?" she asked. Kazuya scowled. "It's your birth name, fool. Your mother nicknamed you Bulma, for a reason I have yet to know. Here, you are Hikari." Bulma, or Hikari, rested her fighting stance, and stood still and straight, and Kazuya gave a nod of approval. "Jin did well." By now, Xion was standing, and giving confused and angry looks at them both. Kazuya moved his black eyes onto Xion and said, "I will be claiming my daughter now, Xion. She is no longer a slave, under Vegetasi law, because she is a sayian, and of my blood line." Xion growled. "Prove it!" he barked. Kazuya looked at her, and exclaimed, with one arm out a two fingers pointing to the ceiling, "Hikari, arise!" Bulma was blown back, and smack against the wall. She fell back on to her palms and knees, and began to shudder. "Jin.said.never.." She choked out. (FLASH BACK) "Jin, what's the matter?" a younger Bulma asked, as she dashed into the room. Jin stumbled into the room, bleeding and breathing heavily in the shadows of the door, but she couldn't see him yet. "Look away, Bulma." "Why?" "I said LOOK AWAY!" he yelled, and collapsed into a fit of coughs, which caused him to fall to his knees in the light. Revealing his new devil-like black wings, and the strange markings on his back and chest. Bulma screamed and stumbled back, crashing into the table. "Jin!" Jin looked up at her, a look of shame on his face. "I.I'm sorry, Bulma. I'm no better than father now." She scrunched up her face, holding back tears, and scrambled next to her brother. "Nu-uh!" she declared stubbornly, "You don't look like daddy, and you're still around. You're not daddy! You're not anything like daddy!" Jin laughed a little and shook his head. "Right now, I am Jin. But soon.I won't be." "Yes you will! Daddy stayed daddy, didn't he?" she exclaimed. Jin shook his head. "No, daddy changed." Silence came, making the world seem gone. Quiet tears slipped down Bulma's soft cheeks. She knew he was right.it had happened to daddy, and now her brother. She was the only one left. "Bulma, promise me one thing." Jin said. "What?" "Never let Kazuya say your name and 'arise'." Jin said, "It can change you, too, if he does it the right way. Keep your purity, in body and soul, forever." Bulma nodded sadly. "I promise, I promise, big brother." (END OF FLASH BACK)
"ARRRGHHHH!" A green aurora passed through Bulma, and she collapsed. Kazuya frowned and put his fingers down, but the rest of the room was silent, until Xion spoke up. "Good lord, she really is yours." Some of the other men nodded in agreement. "Get up, Hikari." Kazuya ordered his daughter, "It is time to go." He turned and began to walk away. Not able to think of anything else to do, Bulma got up slowly, and stepped after him. ____________________________________________________________________________ _ "Are you sure he has her?" "Yes, I'm positive." "How did he get her?" "He revealed her as his daughter, and the Princess." "How? Without revealing her mother's race?" "Oh, he told of her race. He also said he killed the mother himself, obeying the sayian law." "That fool! How DARE he take her!" "Sir, if you wish to save her, the only way now is to duel, or to explain it to the royalty of the Vegeta Dynasty. You cannot take her without causing too much of a ruckus." Pause. "Yes, I know. Kazuya would give anything to have her blood." "Sir, the best thing you can do-at this given time-is hope, until we can find a window of opportunity to take." "And you would leap out this window, along with the rest?" "To save the Princess, I would do much, much more." ____________________________________________________________________________ __ Bulma sat against the windowsill, like she had done many months before, and watched the two Vegetasi suns slowly set in the east, the opposite of the Earth's setting. She had on her usual, back in the city: shorts, a tee- shirt, gun strapped around her thighs, guns on her belt, and knives strapped around the top of her arms. Her hair lay on her shoulder in braids, and as she stared out the window, she was filled with many thoughts. She remembered, that Jin had said to never trust her father, that he was the biggest slime ball alive. He had said that because of him, she couldn't live a normal life-that she was destined to be different, in a sense no one could understand. But Goku had understood-and so had Yamcha, and so had Puar, and even Krillin! They were all different, in their own, upside-down unique way. But only Yamcha knew how she was different. Only he could understand, how she's been hurt all the time for things she didn't know about, or things others had done before she was even alive. She was always getting hurt for something. And it amazed her, as she looked out at the large landscape, that this was her home-planet. And Kazuya, no matter what Jin said, is her father. He delivered her from slavery! Why would he do that if he weren't a good father? "Thinking, Hikari?" Bulma spun around at the voice, and only saw a woman standing there, with black hair to her ankles, and a ragged dress. Bulma looked her up and down, a bit startled, but settled down when she realized that this woman was very weak, anyway. "Yea. But how do you know my name?" The woman laughed a little. "Ah, the Prince Vegeta and Kazuya speak of you often. Although I clean and cook, I also listen." She smiled widely, and Bulma noticed she had a sort of French accent. "Are you French?" Bulma asked. "French? No, no, no." the woman said quickly, "Ze're is no France here. I would be called a northerner, because my accent is so complex-ed." "Well, what are you doing here?" "Didn't I already tell you?" the woman said, "Oh, I guess not. Well, I cook, clean, and sow. I am the best cook in all of Vegetasi, and I am a bit good at the needle and broom." Bulma smiled a bit. "Well, you're sayian, right?" The woman frowned a bit. "Yes. But I am not like regular sayians. I am weak as a baby, they say. I was born with a power level lower than one, and ever since then, I have only been good at house jobs. But I find great enjoyment with them. I love to paint, and sow, and cook." She walked and used lots of body language as she spoke fluently, in a clear, French-like accent. "Oh, I could never do that." Bulma replied, "I don't think I've even done any of those things." "What! Well, we shall get started!" the woman exclaimed. "And, my name is Lettica." "Well, what were you doing here in the first place?" Bulma asked, jumping down from the high sill. "I was sent to make a you a young Princess!" Lettica replied happily, "and make you a suitable Princess, I shall!"
___________________________________________________________________ "So, Kazuya, are you making the tramp a lady?" Prince Vegeta asked, as he walked in. Kazuya turned around from his life-size window, and replied, "Yes, in fact, Lettica is in there right now with her." "Lettica?" Vegeta asked, "The weak servant?" "Yes." Kazuya replied, "She may be a weak, and a very low class, but I've never met a woman more lady-like or more graceful. But, according to how Jin fights, and how he probably trained her, her greatest abilities are her speed, agility, grace, and mental focus." "Speed, agility, grace, and mental focus?" Vegeta mused, "My, isn't out son a deep boy." Kazuya snorted. "He is the greatest fighter alive." ____________________________________________________________________________ _
Bulma looked at Lettica uneasily. "Lettica, I don't think this makes me anymore lady-like than my shorts!" She stood in front of a 3-dimentional life-size mirror, looking herself over. Lettica made a clucking sound and shook her head. "It makes you more lady- like in sayian." Bulma looked back at herself in the mirror, with a look of disgust. It was a frilly dress, and she hated it. "I was raised to be a warrior, not a lady!" she complained. "Well here, you're going to have to be one. Imagine what that could do to your father's image?" Lettica pointed out, "Wearing human male-like clothes, to a dinner party! I've never heard of such insanity!" "Image or not, I'm wearing my clothes." Bulma declared, and stripped the dress off. "Hikari!" Lettica exclaimed stepping back in surprise. After strapping her belt back on, Bulma looked at the horrified Lettica and said, "I know this could get you in trouble. But listen: I'll make it look like I was too stubborn to let you dress me. I promise, I have to lie all the time anyway. And, I get to show who I've been all my life." Lettica sighed. "Buy why do you wish to disgrace your father so?" "Because," Bulma replied, "Ever since I was little, I was always hurt by what he did. I always had to take his punishment." _________________________________________________________________ Prince Vegeta sat back, almost excited about seeing the Princess Hikair again. She seemed so.strange. And he was wondering if she really would dress up for the party.or will she continue to prove her stubbornness? He leaned against the wall, decked out in the full Prince's uniform, and waited. Just then, everyone started piling in. the Lords, the Ladies, the Dynasties, and some of the important war officials: generals, commanders, ex. Then Kazuya came in, and saw him. He walked over to Vegeta and said, "I saw my daughter. Lettica did dress her up." Vegeta lifted an eyebrow. "Really?" He looked beyond him at Bulma, who had just walked in after the crowd had disappeared. In shorts, a skimpy shirt, with all of her usual weapons, and her hair in two laid-down braids; except now she had on skating gloves, and kneepads. What a lovely Princess. Vegeta almost burst out laughing when Kazuya turned around, and looked in horror at his daughter. "Well, she certainly is a tomboy." Vegeta mused, "And quiet a lady dresser." Kazuya sent him and dirty look, and stalked off to his seat. Vegeta followed to his own place, and watched Hikari's every move. He watched as she went to her seat across from Kazuya, sat in her chair, and crossed her arms, making her mid-drift show.
Boring, boring, boring. That's all the dinner party was to Bulma: boring. You watched millions of sayians scarf down tons of food, and talked about politics, fashions, and the latest battles. Wow, so much fun. When every had gotten up and stared milling around, she got up, walking around, doing what she always did in untrustworthy crowds: she read their power level, rank, special attacks, weaknesses, strengths, and fears. Jin was the one who had taught her how to do it-and she was sure this was the perfect time to put it into action. Then, a sayian boy, dressed like royalty, with short brown spiked hair, and icy blue eyes caught her eye. He looked at her, and their eyes bore into the others. A silent agreement was made, and they nodded. She smirked, and bended two fingers beckoning him over, like accepting. It was the sayian part of her that told her what it meant, and what to do. And it was done. Kazuya saw this, and smirked. Now he could show how powerful his daughter is, and how powerful the Hell Dragon Dynasty is. Perfect. He walked swiftly to King Vegeta, and whispered in his ear. Then King smiled evilly, and nodded. "Attention!" he yelled. Suddenly, the room was an eerie quiet, and all eyes were on him. The King, unfazed, continued, "We are having live entertainment tonight." He paced a bit, and then added, "There is a fight, now, between the Prince Cubmer (cube-mer), of the Ice Dynasty, and the Princess Hikiari, of the Hell Dragon Dynasty. The male has challenged the female, and they are both of age! This shall be a mating battle. If the woman wins, then she may choose to take him or not. If the Prince wins, then he may take her as his own!" Kazuya, a bit surprised, stepped back, and then recaptured his composure. She would win, and it was plain to see she liked none of the males here tonight.
Bulma glared at the King, mouth open. Prince Cubmer simply stared lustfully at Bulma, and licked his lips. Bulma scowled at him, and walked up to where the King told her to stand. The crowd lined the outside of the arena, and Cubmer kept his eyes on her the entire time. She heard one man exclaim, "She's a half-ling! There's no way she'd win!" Bulma glared at him. "Oh, really?" she said, "Then I'll tell you what: I'll beat him, without even moving from my spot." The man smirked. "You're on, half-ling!" Bulma only smiled, knowing how wrong he was. She got into her spot, and before the gong sounded, bowed lowly at Cubmer. He smirked, and asked, "Why do you bow?" "It's tradition in the way I was taught to fight. Always show respect to your opponents; for they were the ones risking their necks to waste your time." She replied coolly. Cubmer scowled, and the gong sounded. Cubmer, too confident for his own good, charged at her. Blue energy surrounded his as he plowed through the air toward her. And all she did was hold up her arm, and it alone stopped him. He couldn't brake through her block. A black aurora began to surround her, like flames, and with one long growl, she pushed her arm forward, and sent Cubmer flying. Cubmer hit the wall, making a sayian-shaped crevasse. He came out, some of the marble still falling, growling in rage. Bulma only smiled, and crossed her arms. Cubmer made another charge, and Bulma made a few gestures, and a tornado of fire spun from her hands, engulfing him. "MAGIC!" he wailed, as the fire burned him to near death. She controlled the fire with her hands, and, just when he fainted, she swept both hr hands closed, and the fire was gone. All that was left, was a scorched, bleeding, and hurt Prince Cumber. The crowd was speechless, and then Bulma, without leaving her spot, bowed lowly to Cubmer. Bulma came up to the medics. They stared at her, and she said, "He had 4 broken ribs, severe burns everywhere except where his armor is hardest. The rest of his armor if melted. He was various cuts, 5 bones in his left leg broken, and a fractured wrist.
Chapter 1 The fighter fell to the ground, eagle-spread, and face on the cold metal ground in his defeat. A woman stood above him, holding her fist in front of her triumphantly, and smirking at her defeated opponent. She blew on the top of her fist, as if to blow off dust, and relaxed. The crowd around the cage hooted and yelled, throwing their fists in the air, and even sloshing beer and wine in their glasses. Some angry for betting on a loser, the rest giving a congratulations, and already smelling the money they won. The woman then walked over to the cage door, and pushed it open to leave. Her job (as she sometimes liked to call it) was done, and all she had to do was collect her winnings. She brushed through the drunken crowd, and went straight to the bar. "Hey, B, what'll ya take?" Ernie, the bar tender asked. "One Miller-Lite. Ice." She replied quickly. Ernie began walking away, when she called, "Oh, yea, and get that cheap boss o' yours out here. He owes me green." Ernie nodded, and continued to walk away. She sighed, and turned around, leaning ageist the bar, and watching the crowd. "Cig?" She looked over, to see the empty bar stool next to her now occupied by Jamie. "Naw." She replied, "I don't smoke." She eyed him, as he shrugged, and lit the cigarette for himself. He blew it, and let the smoke waver as he glanced around the bar. "And I don't like smokers." She added. "What-ever B." "Bulma." "Fine, Bulma. Geeze, what's got you so mad?" he asked. "People." She said, leaning back again. "Like who?" he asked, taking another puff. "Like people who blow smoke in my face!" She snapped, wishing the smoke away from her face with her hand. "Oh, sorry B- I mean, Bulma." He said, "I gotta blow it out, ya know." "Yea, I know." She replied, "But it doesn't have to be in my face." "Fine. Just fine, B. and Yes, I called you B." he said harshly, "Look, I'm just trying to be a considerate friend, and it" "Miss Bulma!" The two turned around, Jamie in surprise, Bulma in boredom. "Money, Chaz. Money, or your head on platter." She snapped. "Oh, well, aren't we short tempered." Chaz (the owner of the bar) replied with venom. "Cut the crap, Chaz. You're paying me full this time, cheap-scape." She snarled. Last time, he'd forgotten to pay her $200 more. Not again. "Fine, Miss." Chaz said quietly, "You leave me no other choice." Bulma watched as Chaz pulled a gun out of his pocket, and pointed it at her head, holding it steady with two hands. She'd expected he'd do that; there's no way Chaz could've paid her $1,000 if he wanted to; and she found that out after she'd already entered. But she was a fighting champion for a reason. Her foot shot up and knocked the gun out of Chaz's hands, and he jerked back, clutching his wounded hands. The one she had hit directly, left, bled. "Bi" Chaz began, but he couldn't finish the sentence. Bulma's fist got him right in the face, knocking him out. "Anyone else want a taste of their own blood?" she threatened, glancing around the crowd of drunks. They retreated back, beers in hand, and looked at the owner in horror. She smirked, and went through the door to the back of the bar. "B!" Jamie yelled, following her. "What'd you do that for?" he demanded, watching her, as she went straight for the safe-box. "He wouldn't pay me my winnings." She replied coolly, "So I'm going to take it while he naps." "Naps? B, you just knocked the crap out of him!" Jamie yelled. "Quiet down, Jamie. He had it coming." She said. She pointed her finger at the safe, and used a kai beam to shoot right through it. The beam melted the door, and she took the money out of it and shoved it in her book bag. "B, this is serious. You've already committed 3 crimes, maybe more!" he exclaimed, "Why are you risking it all?" "Because," She replied, "With Earth about to be destroyed, between Freeza and Cooler, it's all I've got. I've got to survive, Jamie. If I don't, there's no way I can wish the Earth back." "Wish it back?" Jamie said, now curious, "What're you talking about? Once we're gone-which we will be-we're gone. There's no coming back." "You're wrong, Jamie, there is." She said sternly, "All I have to do is collect-oh, never mind. And good-bye, Jamie." "W-what?" he exclaimed, but it was too late, she had already disappeared out of thin air.
Chapter 2 "Entertainment, my lord?" The guard asked, eyeing Freeza curiously. "Yes." Freeza replied, "Go and find the best human fighter you can-and bring them to me. We will participate in the tournament." "A fight to the death, sir?" the guard asked. "Yes." Freeza snapped, "What kind of fun would it be if it wasn't?" "But, sir," the guard asked, "what will become of the winner?" "He will be auctioned off." Freeza said coolly. "Now go!" The guard nodded and left. And now, alone in the cold, huge chamber, Freeza began to laugh evilly. ____________________________________________________________________________ __ Ernie stood at the bar, drying a freshly clean wine glass, when 3 hooded men walked into the bar. Like most Wednesday nights, business was slow, and only two or three regulars sat on the bar stools doing themselves in. Ernie watched suspiciously, as the men talked in low voice, and nodded to each other. Finally, one walked over, and sat down. "What'll it be, Mister?" he asked, still curious. "Nothing." The hooded man replied, "I just want to know the winner of the King of Tron Fist Tournament 3, and 4." Ernie's face brightened. Men came in all the time, wanting to fight Bulma, nothing out of the ordinary. "Oh, that'd be Bulma." He said, "Hold on a moment, and I'll give you all her information and all."
Ernie left, and came back with some papers and a couple pictures. He pointed at everything as he said it, "This is her fighting number, here's her status, her rank, her history, and the rest of it's blank."
"Why?" the hooded man asked. "Oh, you didn't know?" Ernie asked, "B's an orphan. Freeza's soldiers killed her parents when she was real little. She's always been a loner. Never depended on anyone for anything, always did it herself. So hard-core, like rock." The hooded man nodded, and began looking at the pictures. The one he was holding was one of Bulma with her hair pulled back, a black old baggy tee-shirt, dark-green fighting gloves, her arms crossed, and an annoyed look on her face and in her aqua blue eyes. "Oh, that's from when she was 16." Ernie said, "Our latest is this one." He handed the other photo of Bulma, and the man took it, dropping the other. It had her hair in braided pigtails laying on her shoulders, a more older looking face, the same fighting gloves, a white sleeve less shirt, and her arms crossed again and her head cocked to one side. And this time, and an amused look on her face. The man snorted. "Thank you, bar-tender." He grumbled. Then he piled up the papers and took the latest photo and walked out, his other buddies following behind. Ernie just shook his head, and went back to work.
Bulma sat on the edged of a window, leaning ageist the windowpane and her legs arched up. Shadows played across everything, and there was the sweet tinkle of wind chimes in the distance. The wind blew her blue hair across her face, and the moon hung above, the tiny stars accompanying it. Then, one of the shadows moved, swiftly across. Her eyes caught it, and she watched for another. Sure enough, it happened again, and again. And the moving shadows now came closer, and closer. And before she could blink, she was shot out of the window, and rendered unconscious.
Chapter 3 "LET ME OUT NOW!" she screamed, tugging at her chains and growling furiously. She screamed and cursed-batting at the bars of her cage, tugging and pulling at the chains, to the point where her wrists and ankles were sore and her knuckles bled. She was in a dark cage, in a dark room, and she didn't like it. Growling and skulking, she finally lay down, and slept for the first time in a while. She would protest later. If she was to get out- she needed her rest.
The door creaked open, letting in the first ray of light in days. Bulma winced, covering her eyes with her hand. Two soldiers walked over, and unlocked her cage. Her chains automatically came off, and in the daze, she didn't even consider trying running out. So the men picked her up by her arms, and carried her out.
She woke up in a new cell. "I'M NOT AN ANIMAL, DANG IT!" she screamed, "LET ME OUT!" Without chains, she freely grasped the bars and screamed and raved and ranted as she pleased. And this cage had light, and so did its hallway. "WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT-UP?" someone yelled back from another cell. "Newbies.they just don't get it." another muttered. But Bulma just growled, and yelled, "LET ME OUT!" "Face it, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT!" the same man that yelled first screamed, "We've all tried-so sit back and shut the heck up!" "Yea- but I've got to save Earth!" she exclaimed desperately, "I've gotta get out of here!" "Earth? Earth?" the man mocked, "You can forget your precious planet, sweet heart, cause' this is you're new home." "Wait a sec- Earth, you said?" another man asked. "Yea. You know about it?" she asked. "Not really, but Freeza's only prisoner from there is his fighter for the tournament." The men replied. "Fighter?" "Yes." "Ut-oh." "What is it?" "I'm the winner of 2 major tournaments, I've been fighting almost all my life, and I usually fight for money." She replied dryly. Pause. "So you're it." After that, she sat back, and leaned ageist the wall, and sighed heavily. She soon nodded off to sleep.
_____________________________________________________ Prince Vegeta sat at the table, arms crossed, grumbling. "Something the matter?" his father asked, his tone saying he didn't really care anyway. "It's been quiet." Vegeta replied. "So?" The King asked. "That means Freeza's up to something." He said. "Boy, you should be glad he isn't up to something ageist us." The King snapped, "and if you're so intent on finding out what he's up to, go to the tournament. He's sending in one of his prisoners from Earth to fight it." "One of his prisoners?" Vegeta asked, doubting. "Yes." The King answered, "She's been quiet the little fire ball, according to his gaurds." "She?" Vegeta asked, in even more disbelief. "Yes, Vegeta, it is a female. A human female." The King said, meeting the end of his rope, "And, supposedly, she's stronger than most sayians, and according to the experiments Freeza's been doing on her, she has a few very unique gifts. And that is all I will tell you." But, despite his father's attitude, a smirk spread across Vegeta's face. ________________________________________________________________
In her 2nd week of being in the ship, or her new cell, things had changed. When she woke up, she ate her small breakfast, and then went to work. She was forced to fight monsters and soldiers, or be whipped. She was whipped for many reasons-sleeping too long, taking to long to eat, not fighting at her best, not fighting, not killing her opponent, or for just misbehaving. Freeza did this job, and she hated him more than anything. For taking her away from her home, for making her do this, for taking over her planet, for killing her parents, for everything! And, one day, her routine changed. Freeza walked into her cell himself, and order, "Get up, human. Today is the day." She snarled, and stood. "For what?" SMACK He whipped her, and she winced. A gash was now on her arm. "The tournament I've been preparing you for. Now, if you fight and win, you will survive. These are life and death matches. No sparring. Now walk!" She did as she was told, with a scowl on her face, as he shoved her out a new door-a different door- and into the light. She covered her eyes with her arm, squinting at the arena. Before she could climb the stairs into the real arena, a pair of guards chained her. Rage now freely flowing, she screamed and kicked all the way into the arena. "LET ME GO!" she yelled, as the large pack of guards struggled to get her into the arena. She looked like a banshee, fighting and screaming, with a wild, desperate look in her eyes. But Freeza smiled. This was what he wanted- a fighter that would intimidate others. And she certainly was. Freeza himself was almost scared. Almost. Finally, she broke though the chains, and destroyed all the guards. Freeza's training was successful- she was killing without even thinking of sparing their lives. This was what he wanted. The dead guards were now a pile of trash at her feet, and she wiped the blood from her lip, and spit on the head guard. ______________________________________________ Prince Vegeta smirked and watched the little fireball, as she fought onto the arena, and broke the chains. He even laughed when she killed all the guards, and spit on one of them. Beautiful, but a shrew, He decided, gazing at her figure. "FINAL FIGHT." The announcer declared, "FREEZA VERSES COOLER; FEMALE, HUMAN, EARTH, UNKNOWN; MALE, UNKNOWN, ZARBON." _____________________________________________ Bulma was full of rage, and ready to set it lose. She got into fighting position, and watched as her opponent approached her, and snorted at her. "A woman. A human woman." He mocked. "I will tear you apart." He sneered, leaning in her face. Bulma's face scrunched up in hate, and dealt the first blow. Zarbon dodged it. She kicked. He grabbed her foot, and sent her crashing to the ground. She stood back up, and looked Zarbon up and down. Just from looking at him, she could tell you this: plenty of combat experience, and can only take physical attacks. So, from those predictions, Bulma pulled out of fighting position. This surprised Zarbon. What was she doing? He hissed. Probably surrendering. But, instead, she put her legs together, stood up straight, and clasped her hands together in front of her. She began chanting in a soft, whispery voice, and it scared Zarbon. He took a step back in alarm, fear growing inside of him. "No.. No you can't.you just can't.." He muttered, stepping away. The crowd, surprised as well, leaned forward to see what she was doing. Even Freeza. Slowly, but surely, a red flaming aurora began to sift around her. It twisted and turned, becoming brighter and by the second, until it engulfed her entire being. And then, it turned pitch-black. Zarbon cried out, stumbling to the ground. He screamed, as a wisp of the aurora flew out, and hovered over him. He stared at it, eyes wide, as a white wisp of a smoke-like thing came out of him, and was practically eaten by the black wisp. Then the black wisp disappeared, and Zarbon's eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he went limp.
As the aurora left her, she stood, fists and jaw clenched, staring in pure hatred at the dead body of Zarbon. Then, remembering who she was, she stared at her hands. "I.I killed him.." She whispered, and fell to her knees. She buried her face in her hands, and began to cry. "I'm.s-so.sorry.big brother." She choked out, sobbing into her hands. "I broke my promise. I'm sorry." (FLASH BACK) "Bulma!" a teenage boy called, opening his arms, standing in the middle of the streets. Bulma, now only 9 or so, ran and jumped into his arms. "Oh, Jin!" she squealed, smiling widely and hugging his tightly. "That's my Bulma." He (Jin) said, smiling as well. Finally, they let go, and Bulma stood before Jin, looking up. "Where have you been, big brother?" Jin laughed. "I just had some business to take care of." "Like what?" she persisted. "Like," Jin began, thinking to himself, "Like talking to grandpa." Bulma's blue eyes grew wide. "Grandpa Hehachi?" she asked in amazement. She hadn't seen Hehachi before, and had never heard good things of her grandpa. "Yes. And Daddy Kazuya." He said. Now Bulma blushed. "Was Daddy angry at me?" Jin's face softened. "Of course not, Bulma. He was just.confused." "How?" she asked, now staring at the wall. Pause. She looked up at her silent brother now, and asked, "Is daddy hurt?" Jin sighed, and leaned down to level their heads. "Bulma, Kazuya is your father genetically, and you were raised by mother and her new husband, until they died. Kazuya could never be a good daddy to you." "But, Jin, Daddy never hurt me-" "Yes he did." He interrupted, "He just won't tell you." "How did he hurt me Jin?" she demanded, now angry. "All Daddy ever did to me was help me! Daddy loves me!" "Yes, I'm sure he does." Jin said. "Then what did he do?" "He," Jin began, "he lied to you. And hid your culture. He killed so many, only for himself. He only took you in because it was your mother's wishes, and mine. I couldn't take care of you. I still can't support you." "Then why am I with you?" Bulma said, in a winy tone. "That's what I need to tell you." Jin said, "You're going to go live with Daddy. I have something I need to do, and I can't take care of you at the same time." Bulma was speechless. "So, since I can't protect an guide you anymore, Bulma," Jin said, "Be courteous, kind, and gentle. Keep your purity as long as you can, and make sure the one you lose it to is special. Don't become evil. Don't try and be like Daddy; he made a lot of mistakes that messed up his life. And lastly, don't ever kill anyone. It doesn't help or solve anything. Spare their lives." (END OF FLASH BACK)
Chapter 4 Vegeta stared at the woman in awe. One moment, she had been so full of hate, and the next, she was sobbing on the ground. It confused him, and made him extremely curious.
As he traveled back to Vegetiiasi, he still thought about her. Despite all of the things Freeza had put her through, she still seemed to have her weak human nature. But, if she was human, how did she do that attack? That didn't even look Sayainly possible! It could be, that she isn't human, but simply grew up on Earth. But why would she be on Earth, and not be a human? Why would someone drop from another planet drop their child there, without thinking of other, stronger planets? It made no sense to him. All he could understand was that this girl, of all he had ever heard of or laid eyes on, was the most mysterious. ________________________________________ "STUPID GIRL!" Freeza yelled, as he lashed the whip at her again. She stood, face to the cell wall, with Freeza whipping her back. "YOU CRIED!" He continued to whip her, until he lashed the metal wall, and the whip broke. He growled, and left, grumbling about his "incompetent" whip. But if it weren't for him breaking his only whip, Bulma was sure he could and would've whipped her to death. She fell to the ground, and curled up in a ball, letting silent tears of pain run down her dirty face. She cried herself to sleep, and sleep long, and hard, for a change.
"Get up, girl." A man demanded, kicking her in the stomach. Bulma awoke, to find herself chained again, laying on her cell floor. Her pride swelling up inside her, she growled, and made a mad dash for the open door, only to be greeted by the tug of her chains. "LET ME GO!" she screeched, "STUPID JERK!" she tugged and jerked. The man laughed. "A real fire, aren't you?" he mocked. "And you're about to feel the burn!" she snarled, she jerked at the chains again, only to find herself drained of over half her energy. "What'd you do you JERK?" she demanded. He smirked, and replied pleasantly, "The chains are designed so that if the captive decides to tug and run, it drains over half your energy. And my name is Xion." "Well, Xion, I can tell you right now, I don't like this!" she snapped. He laughed again. "It doesn't matter what you like. You've been sold to me, and I plan on using you." "What! Sold?" she yelled, "I'm not some slave!" "As a matter of fact, you are my slave." Xion replied, "Freeza sold you to me, you wrench. So walk!" He kicked her, and she moved forward, growling and scowling the whole way.
Chapter 5 Vegeta walked into Radditz's office, and sat down. "What do you want, Radditz?" He demanded. "Sir, do you remember the woman fighting for Freeza in the tournament?" Radditz asked. "Yes. Your point is?" Vegeta said quickly. "Well, Xion bought her from Freeza." Radditz said, "And he plans on learning her many.talents. Not like that, but for work."
Vegeta smirked. "So, Xion thinks he can keep the little fireball on a leash?" "Evidently so, Prince." Radditz said, "He's been strutting the fact that he could keep her in a cage no sweat ever since he planned on buying her." "That's Xion for you." Vegeta said, "But how will his mate take it?" "Rocn? She thinks it's a nice idea. You know how she hates not having a training partner, or a slave like the rest of the Ladies." (In Vegetasii, Lords and Ladies were the closest to royalty you could get without being in the blood line or mated to one in the blood line) "It's quite amusing, the fashion statements of the Ladies." "Yes, it is." ____________________________________________ "This is complete crap!" Bulma yelled, as Xion tossed her out of his ship. "oof!" she landed on the docks on her side, and almost broke open a whip scar. She jumped back up, and yelled at Xion, on fist up. "I aught to kill you now, you stupid freak!" "You are the last I should hear call anyone a 'freak'." Xion replied. She growled. "Compared to me, you are!" He sighed and shook his head. "Silly woman." "Uh, excuse me, my name is BULMA!" she yelled. "I don't care what your name is, fool, so walk!" he directed, kicking her.
_________________________________________________ Xion walked into the room proudly, ready to register his new slave. Bulma walked behind him, chained and growling just loud enough for all around her to hear. Her hair was laying about her face, with her head leaned down. She glared at anyone who glanced at her, and smirked as they quickly looked away. If she had to stay here for a while, she was going to be on top, not weak and lowly. "Xion," a blad man called, "Is that your new woman?" Xion laughed. "No, Nappa, but she is a slave. Rocn thought she'd be a good punching bag." Nappa looked Bulma over, and nodded. "Maybe, but she seems too strong." Xion scowled. "Too strong? She's a slave; they're always weak." Bulma's growling grew louder, and she prepared herself to pounce on Xion if her pride felt it necessary. "Well, she sure is seeming menacing." Another man added, "All that growling and glaring." Xion casually glanced at Bulma, and tried to kick her jaw. She caught his foot, and smirked. "Time to make a scene." She twisted his foot, so that Xion crashed to the floor on his back. Everyone jumped back, startled. Bulma simply smirked and walked over casually to Xion, who was still conscious. She formed a energy bomb, and aimed it for his head. "You know, Xion, you're really stupid." She said, "You should've known from when you saw me kill Zarbon!" "Really?" Xion mused, "So, you really think I'd let you run loose with the devil gene?" Bulma's eyes grew wide in fear and the bomb faded some. But her fear was soon replaced by anger. "You jerk." She snarled, "You wouldn't dare!" "Really?" Xion asked, "You really think I wouldn't tell?" A smirk spread across his face, and he became more confident. He found her weak spot. Bulma scowled and tried to hide her concern. "You won't tell, Xion." A man parted the crowd, and walked up to Xion. "If you tell, Xion, I will be forced to kill you and every last being in this room." This man didn't dress in sayian armor, like the rest. He wore cloth. It was dark blue pants, a red belt, a dark blue shirt, black boots, and cloth tied around his wrists and his boots where his ankles should be. "Kazuya!" Xion exclaimed in surprise. "But-how" KAZUYA? Bulma let the bomb disappear in her surprise. But, Kazuya is her FATHER'S name! "Not now, Xion." Kazuya said quickly. "You will keep your mouth shut."
Xion made an indignant look, and asked sarcastically, "Does that mean I have to stay on the floor?" "Don't get smart with me, Xion." Kazuya snapped, "Up." Then he looked at Bulma was cold, dark eyes. "At ease, Hikari." Bulma blinked in surprise. Only her mother and brother called her that; and it was very rare when they did. "Hikari?" she asked. Kazuya scowled. "It's your birth name, fool. Your mother nicknamed you Bulma, for a reason I have yet to know. Here, you are Hikari." Bulma, or Hikari, rested her fighting stance, and stood still and straight, and Kazuya gave a nod of approval. "Jin did well." By now, Xion was standing, and giving confused and angry looks at them both. Kazuya moved his black eyes onto Xion and said, "I will be claiming my daughter now, Xion. She is no longer a slave, under Vegetasi law, because she is a sayian, and of my blood line." Xion growled. "Prove it!" he barked. Kazuya looked at her, and exclaimed, with one arm out a two fingers pointing to the ceiling, "Hikari, arise!" Bulma was blown back, and smack against the wall. She fell back on to her palms and knees, and began to shudder. "Jin.said.never.." She choked out. (FLASH BACK) "Jin, what's the matter?" a younger Bulma asked, as she dashed into the room. Jin stumbled into the room, bleeding and breathing heavily in the shadows of the door, but she couldn't see him yet. "Look away, Bulma." "Why?" "I said LOOK AWAY!" he yelled, and collapsed into a fit of coughs, which caused him to fall to his knees in the light. Revealing his new devil-like black wings, and the strange markings on his back and chest. Bulma screamed and stumbled back, crashing into the table. "Jin!" Jin looked up at her, a look of shame on his face. "I.I'm sorry, Bulma. I'm no better than father now." She scrunched up her face, holding back tears, and scrambled next to her brother. "Nu-uh!" she declared stubbornly, "You don't look like daddy, and you're still around. You're not daddy! You're not anything like daddy!" Jin laughed a little and shook his head. "Right now, I am Jin. But soon.I won't be." "Yes you will! Daddy stayed daddy, didn't he?" she exclaimed. Jin shook his head. "No, daddy changed." Silence came, making the world seem gone. Quiet tears slipped down Bulma's soft cheeks. She knew he was right.it had happened to daddy, and now her brother. She was the only one left. "Bulma, promise me one thing." Jin said. "What?" "Never let Kazuya say your name and 'arise'." Jin said, "It can change you, too, if he does it the right way. Keep your purity, in body and soul, forever." Bulma nodded sadly. "I promise, I promise, big brother." (END OF FLASH BACK)
"ARRRGHHHH!" A green aurora passed through Bulma, and she collapsed. Kazuya frowned and put his fingers down, but the rest of the room was silent, until Xion spoke up. "Good lord, she really is yours." Some of the other men nodded in agreement. "Get up, Hikari." Kazuya ordered his daughter, "It is time to go." He turned and began to walk away. Not able to think of anything else to do, Bulma got up slowly, and stepped after him. ____________________________________________________________________________ _ "Are you sure he has her?" "Yes, I'm positive." "How did he get her?" "He revealed her as his daughter, and the Princess." "How? Without revealing her mother's race?" "Oh, he told of her race. He also said he killed the mother himself, obeying the sayian law." "That fool! How DARE he take her!" "Sir, if you wish to save her, the only way now is to duel, or to explain it to the royalty of the Vegeta Dynasty. You cannot take her without causing too much of a ruckus." Pause. "Yes, I know. Kazuya would give anything to have her blood." "Sir, the best thing you can do-at this given time-is hope, until we can find a window of opportunity to take." "And you would leap out this window, along with the rest?" "To save the Princess, I would do much, much more." ____________________________________________________________________________ __ Bulma sat against the windowsill, like she had done many months before, and watched the two Vegetasi suns slowly set in the east, the opposite of the Earth's setting. She had on her usual, back in the city: shorts, a tee- shirt, gun strapped around her thighs, guns on her belt, and knives strapped around the top of her arms. Her hair lay on her shoulder in braids, and as she stared out the window, she was filled with many thoughts. She remembered, that Jin had said to never trust her father, that he was the biggest slime ball alive. He had said that because of him, she couldn't live a normal life-that she was destined to be different, in a sense no one could understand. But Goku had understood-and so had Yamcha, and so had Puar, and even Krillin! They were all different, in their own, upside-down unique way. But only Yamcha knew how she was different. Only he could understand, how she's been hurt all the time for things she didn't know about, or things others had done before she was even alive. She was always getting hurt for something. And it amazed her, as she looked out at the large landscape, that this was her home-planet. And Kazuya, no matter what Jin said, is her father. He delivered her from slavery! Why would he do that if he weren't a good father? "Thinking, Hikari?" Bulma spun around at the voice, and only saw a woman standing there, with black hair to her ankles, and a ragged dress. Bulma looked her up and down, a bit startled, but settled down when she realized that this woman was very weak, anyway. "Yea. But how do you know my name?" The woman laughed a little. "Ah, the Prince Vegeta and Kazuya speak of you often. Although I clean and cook, I also listen." She smiled widely, and Bulma noticed she had a sort of French accent. "Are you French?" Bulma asked. "French? No, no, no." the woman said quickly, "Ze're is no France here. I would be called a northerner, because my accent is so complex-ed." "Well, what are you doing here?" "Didn't I already tell you?" the woman said, "Oh, I guess not. Well, I cook, clean, and sow. I am the best cook in all of Vegetasi, and I am a bit good at the needle and broom." Bulma smiled a bit. "Well, you're sayian, right?" The woman frowned a bit. "Yes. But I am not like regular sayians. I am weak as a baby, they say. I was born with a power level lower than one, and ever since then, I have only been good at house jobs. But I find great enjoyment with them. I love to paint, and sow, and cook." She walked and used lots of body language as she spoke fluently, in a clear, French-like accent. "Oh, I could never do that." Bulma replied, "I don't think I've even done any of those things." "What! Well, we shall get started!" the woman exclaimed. "And, my name is Lettica." "Well, what were you doing here in the first place?" Bulma asked, jumping down from the high sill. "I was sent to make a you a young Princess!" Lettica replied happily, "and make you a suitable Princess, I shall!"
___________________________________________________________________ "So, Kazuya, are you making the tramp a lady?" Prince Vegeta asked, as he walked in. Kazuya turned around from his life-size window, and replied, "Yes, in fact, Lettica is in there right now with her." "Lettica?" Vegeta asked, "The weak servant?" "Yes." Kazuya replied, "She may be a weak, and a very low class, but I've never met a woman more lady-like or more graceful. But, according to how Jin fights, and how he probably trained her, her greatest abilities are her speed, agility, grace, and mental focus." "Speed, agility, grace, and mental focus?" Vegeta mused, "My, isn't out son a deep boy." Kazuya snorted. "He is the greatest fighter alive." ____________________________________________________________________________ _
Bulma looked at Lettica uneasily. "Lettica, I don't think this makes me anymore lady-like than my shorts!" She stood in front of a 3-dimentional life-size mirror, looking herself over. Lettica made a clucking sound and shook her head. "It makes you more lady- like in sayian." Bulma looked back at herself in the mirror, with a look of disgust. It was a frilly dress, and she hated it. "I was raised to be a warrior, not a lady!" she complained. "Well here, you're going to have to be one. Imagine what that could do to your father's image?" Lettica pointed out, "Wearing human male-like clothes, to a dinner party! I've never heard of such insanity!" "Image or not, I'm wearing my clothes." Bulma declared, and stripped the dress off. "Hikari!" Lettica exclaimed stepping back in surprise. After strapping her belt back on, Bulma looked at the horrified Lettica and said, "I know this could get you in trouble. But listen: I'll make it look like I was too stubborn to let you dress me. I promise, I have to lie all the time anyway. And, I get to show who I've been all my life." Lettica sighed. "Buy why do you wish to disgrace your father so?" "Because," Bulma replied, "Ever since I was little, I was always hurt by what he did. I always had to take his punishment." _________________________________________________________________ Prince Vegeta sat back, almost excited about seeing the Princess Hikair again. She seemed so.strange. And he was wondering if she really would dress up for the party.or will she continue to prove her stubbornness? He leaned against the wall, decked out in the full Prince's uniform, and waited. Just then, everyone started piling in. the Lords, the Ladies, the Dynasties, and some of the important war officials: generals, commanders, ex. Then Kazuya came in, and saw him. He walked over to Vegeta and said, "I saw my daughter. Lettica did dress her up." Vegeta lifted an eyebrow. "Really?" He looked beyond him at Bulma, who had just walked in after the crowd had disappeared. In shorts, a skimpy shirt, with all of her usual weapons, and her hair in two laid-down braids; except now she had on skating gloves, and kneepads. What a lovely Princess. Vegeta almost burst out laughing when Kazuya turned around, and looked in horror at his daughter. "Well, she certainly is a tomboy." Vegeta mused, "And quiet a lady dresser." Kazuya sent him and dirty look, and stalked off to his seat. Vegeta followed to his own place, and watched Hikari's every move. He watched as she went to her seat across from Kazuya, sat in her chair, and crossed her arms, making her mid-drift show.
Boring, boring, boring. That's all the dinner party was to Bulma: boring. You watched millions of sayians scarf down tons of food, and talked about politics, fashions, and the latest battles. Wow, so much fun. When every had gotten up and stared milling around, she got up, walking around, doing what she always did in untrustworthy crowds: she read their power level, rank, special attacks, weaknesses, strengths, and fears. Jin was the one who had taught her how to do it-and she was sure this was the perfect time to put it into action. Then, a sayian boy, dressed like royalty, with short brown spiked hair, and icy blue eyes caught her eye. He looked at her, and their eyes bore into the others. A silent agreement was made, and they nodded. She smirked, and bended two fingers beckoning him over, like accepting. It was the sayian part of her that told her what it meant, and what to do. And it was done. Kazuya saw this, and smirked. Now he could show how powerful his daughter is, and how powerful the Hell Dragon Dynasty is. Perfect. He walked swiftly to King Vegeta, and whispered in his ear. Then King smiled evilly, and nodded. "Attention!" he yelled. Suddenly, the room was an eerie quiet, and all eyes were on him. The King, unfazed, continued, "We are having live entertainment tonight." He paced a bit, and then added, "There is a fight, now, between the Prince Cubmer (cube-mer), of the Ice Dynasty, and the Princess Hikiari, of the Hell Dragon Dynasty. The male has challenged the female, and they are both of age! This shall be a mating battle. If the woman wins, then she may choose to take him or not. If the Prince wins, then he may take her as his own!" Kazuya, a bit surprised, stepped back, and then recaptured his composure. She would win, and it was plain to see she liked none of the males here tonight.
Bulma glared at the King, mouth open. Prince Cubmer simply stared lustfully at Bulma, and licked his lips. Bulma scowled at him, and walked up to where the King told her to stand. The crowd lined the outside of the arena, and Cubmer kept his eyes on her the entire time. She heard one man exclaim, "She's a half-ling! There's no way she'd win!" Bulma glared at him. "Oh, really?" she said, "Then I'll tell you what: I'll beat him, without even moving from my spot." The man smirked. "You're on, half-ling!" Bulma only smiled, knowing how wrong he was. She got into her spot, and before the gong sounded, bowed lowly at Cubmer. He smirked, and asked, "Why do you bow?" "It's tradition in the way I was taught to fight. Always show respect to your opponents; for they were the ones risking their necks to waste your time." She replied coolly. Cubmer scowled, and the gong sounded. Cubmer, too confident for his own good, charged at her. Blue energy surrounded his as he plowed through the air toward her. And all she did was hold up her arm, and it alone stopped him. He couldn't brake through her block. A black aurora began to surround her, like flames, and with one long growl, she pushed her arm forward, and sent Cubmer flying. Cubmer hit the wall, making a sayian-shaped crevasse. He came out, some of the marble still falling, growling in rage. Bulma only smiled, and crossed her arms. Cubmer made another charge, and Bulma made a few gestures, and a tornado of fire spun from her hands, engulfing him. "MAGIC!" he wailed, as the fire burned him to near death. She controlled the fire with her hands, and, just when he fainted, she swept both hr hands closed, and the fire was gone. All that was left, was a scorched, bleeding, and hurt Prince Cumber. The crowd was speechless, and then Bulma, without leaving her spot, bowed lowly to Cubmer. Bulma came up to the medics. They stared at her, and she said, "He had 4 broken ribs, severe burns everywhere except where his armor is hardest. The rest of his armor if melted. He was various cuts, 5 bones in his left leg broken, and a fractured wrist.