Lookie what I went and did! I found another author as nuts as I am! And to top it off, she's gonna help me write a ficcie! How AWESOME is that? Her name's Belle Sourire, and she's an AWESOME writer, as I'm sure you'll come to find. Go check out some of her other stuff, it's WELL worth the time it takes. :) Now, as for THIS ficcie.. This is a bit different from anything I've ever written, for that matter, it's a bit different from anything I've ever read. That's a good thing, right? Ah, well, no matter... It's a V/B/G triangle, and a MAJOR A/U.. So, if you don't like A/U ficcies, PLEASE, don't spoil it for those who do. :) I'm not gonna tell you too much about the fic, except that YES, we realize it's based LOOSELY on Pearl Harbor. Lol, so, you don't have to tell us. :) Now, without further ado... ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Disclaimer: I don't wanna grow up...I'm a Toys R Us kid...
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There You'll be
Chapter 1: Cry
Rating: R
Pairings: B/Y (VERY brief) G/CC (only mentioned)
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~*I'll always remember
It was late afternoon*~
A darkness had descended upon the planet, blanketing the entire surface in its shadow. Like the night, dark and foreboding, it sat, chasing away any hope of morning coming to dispel the nightmare that had befallen it's inhabitants. Because, unlike a bad dream, there would be no waking up... There would be no tomorrow. In fact, unless the situation drastically changed, there would be no hour from now. This nightmare was in fact the worst kind....this nightmare was reality. Cold and unnatural, the end crept to greet the planet's inhabitants, and truth be told, most welcomed it... All except a select few, they are who my tale speaks of... But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I've jumped the gun, once again, as I sometimes do. Let me back up a bit, and start at a more suitable place.. The beginning... After all, that is where all NORMAL tales begin... Then again, this tale is anything BUT normal....
The day it happened had started like any other summer day would. A young, blue haired woman lie lounging by her in ground pool. Her warrior boyfriend close at her side. She soaked up the sun, after all, it was what she had already deemed a lazy day... Why not be lazy? She tugged lightly at the top to her bathing suit, unconsciously, it seemed. Kind of like a nervous habit. A gold chain hung loosely around her neck, the charm that hung from it spelling the word Yamcha. Next to her, the young man still sat, watching her attentively, his neck held up a gold chain very similar to her own. This one bearing the name Bulma, however.
~*It lasted forever
And ended too soon*~
He reached his hand into his pocket, and fingered the tiny black box that sat there. He pulled the box from his pocket, and with a final prayer to Kami, took a kneeling position next to the chair where the girl sat. It took the girl several seconds to notice the kneeling warrior. When she did, her eyes immediately opened wider, and a brief smile passed her lips.
"Bulma... will you" There was a small pause in between words, as if the young man was having trouble talking. "Marry me?" He finished up quickly, then waited for the blue-haired girl to answer.
Bulma took a deep breath, then smiled. "Of course I will Yamcha." The young man looked surprised for a moment, then stood, and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He moved his mouth down to meet hers, but before the contact could be made, someone behind them cleared their throat, sending the couple whirling around to face them.
"Hey guys, sorry to...interrupt." Goku said, shyly, upon noticing exactly what it had been he'd interrupted.
"No problem, man. Whatcha need?" Yamcha replied, his arms still wrapped tightly around Bulma's waist.
~*You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky*~
Goku's mood darkened suddenly, upon remembering exactly what it was that had brought him to Capsule Corporation. in the first place. "There's a ki headed this way. A strong one. I don't like the looks of it at all." He said dismally. He flashed Bulma a small smile, before speaking once more. "Bulma, mind if I borrow Yamcha from you? We may need to fight, and if we do...." His voice trailed off, but his point was made quite clear.
"O...ok.... just... please...be careful." She stuttered, her voice as calm as she could make it sound. She had to be strong, she knew that, so she forced a smile onto her face. Smile or no smile, her emotions finally won out, and a single solitary tear rolled down her cheek. Yamcha pulled her into him once more, and kissed her deeply, before releasing her, reluctantly, and walking to where Goku stood. They both waved to the unhappy woman, each flashed a quick smile, and then they were gone, leaving Bulma behind, finally able to cry...
~*I was changed*~
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Goku had known when they landed in the small clearing that something wasn't right. It was quiet, and that was precisely the problem. No sound could be heard, except for the steady breathing of the assembled Z fighters. No sound at all. No chirping birds... only silence. The other fighters didn't seem to notice anything strange at all in their surroundings, with the exception of Piccolo, perhaps this is why they were hit the hardest. A blast came from behind them, barely giving Krillin and Tien time to jump away from it. Yamcha, however, wasn't as lucky. The blast hit him square in the back, and he fell to his knees, coughing up blood, before falling forward yet again, face first to the hard ground.
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~*In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside*~
Bulma was staring out the window when it happened. An odd sensation slowly seeped into her stomach. She breathed deeply, and bit down on her lip. For a brief second, it felt as if her soul was being eaten alive. Then, as abruptly as it came, it left, throwing Bulma into action. She wasn't sure why, or even where she was going, but still she went. She threw down the capsule for her air car, and hopped in, racing off in the direction she felt she was being drawn to. She arrived minutes later, and suddenly, she realized why she was there. Piccolo, and Tien lie dead on the floor, Krillin close behind them. She rushed to the fallen monk, but he ushered her away, pointing instead to another side of the clearing, where she could make out a tattered orange gi lying on the ground. It was then she realized Goku... and Yamcha were nowhere to be found. She rushed to where the tattered cloth lie, and gasped at what she saw. The orange gi was all that was left of what SHOULD have been a body. Instead, there was a pile of ashes, where a human should have been. The wind picked up, and scattered the ashes to the wind, and Bulma let out a shrill scream. There, lying atop the grass, was a gold chain, the word Bulma written across it. She screamed for a moment, before she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, then everything faded away to blissful darkness.
She woke sometime later, propped up in a corner.. The sound of dripping water clear, even in her confused state. She opened her eyes to look around, and much to her relief, she could see someone else's silhouette in the room, leaned against the wall opposite hers. Their head resting on an arm.
~*It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes*~
"H...hello?" She asked shakily, wincing sharply as her voice echoed around the room. The head snapped up at this point, and looked at her for a moment, before jumping to it's feet, and running over to her.
"Bulma? Bulma, you're ok?" Goku asked, as he plopped down next to her. "I thought you were....." He trailed off, before embracing the tiny woman tightly. "Kami, Bulma... They're gone... all of them. I tried! I did.. There were too many of them. Yamcha.. He never had a chance. They hit him in the back. Then, hit him again. I'm so sorry Bulma... I tried!" Goku exclaimed. His words finally becoming nothing more than gibberish, a jumble of apologies and sobs. They held onto each other for what seemed like an eternity, before the door to their cell was opened, followed closely by a cruel laughter. Both heads looked up wearily from where they'd been resting, in the crook of the others neck.
"So, Kakarot's found a little toy for himself, has he?" A voice said, earning him a growl in response from Goku.
"Leave her alone. She's never done anything to you!" He cried, throwing himself protectively between Bulma and the man.
~*The moment I saw you cry*~
"You'd do well to learn your place, weakling. But, now that you mention it, she DOES look like a tasty little dish, indeed. I'm sure you won't mind if we just borrow her for a bit, isn't that right, Kakarot?" The man asked snidely.
"Stay the hell away from her." Goku snarled, and bared his teeth at the man.
"My my my, you DO have QUITE an attachment to her, don't you? Ah well, it's a shame then, because she's coming with me." The man said, before swatting Goku away like he was nothing but a mere bug.
"Goku!!" Bulma screamed, as she was wrenched to her feet, and dragged from the room, by what she could now see was a tall man, with long, spiky black hair. He was at least seven feet tall, and easily manipulated Bulma down the hall.
Goku heard her scream, and lunged into action, only a second too late, he was thrown back yet again, and this time, the door slammed shut in front of his face, muffling Bulma's screams as she was drug down the hall to what looked to be a certain death.
~*The moment that I saw you cry*~
Sometime, late that night, the door opened once more, and a half dead Bulma was thrown into the cell, before the cruel laugh sounded again, and the door once again slammed closed. Goku was by her side in less than a second, accessing her injuries. Her right arm was bleeding steadily, her left bent in an unnatural position. Her face covered in a mixture of dried blood and tears. He tore the sleeve of his shirt off, and bandaged her arm as carefully as possible, attempting as best he could to stem the bleeding.
Her eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing his face over hers, she started to scream, and attempted to scramble away, only succeeding in causing herself more pain. "P...please...please...no." She cried as she backed away, before realizing it was Goku who sat there, and not the other man... *Radditz* she thought to herself. That's what he'd called himself at least. Tears welled up in her blue eyes, and she scooted back over to where Goku sat, his face a mixture of horror and pain. She allowed herself to be drawn into his chest, and finally let herself cry. Neither talked about what had happened. There was no need. Goku knew. She knew he knew. There was no way he couldn't have... They drifted off sometime shortly after that. Embracing sleep happily, as if it was all they had left in the world, and truth be told, it was.
~*It was late in September
And I've seen you before*~
Even that was taken from them soon though, as Bulma was once again violently ripped from Goku's caring embrace. "So, Kakarot. You've decided to play with my toy, have you? She can be... quite.... sweet when she wants." Radditz growled, before pinning Bulma between himself and the wall. "Care to play again, love?" He whispered gruffly into her ear. He grabbed her injured arm, and twisted, earning a shrill cry in response. He went to bend it back some more, but found himself flying across the room quickly. He had no time to react, before the wall came rushing out to meet him. With a sickening crack, he connected, and slid to the floor, to say the least, dazed.
"I told you to stay away from her. And... my... name... is... GOKU!" He screamed as he powered up, and fell back into a fighting stance. Radditz did as well, and lunged forward to attack, when a voice came over the strange device he wore over his face.
"Yes sir, Prince Vegeta, my pleasure." Radditz spoke into the device, before turning to Goku, a sinister smile on his face. "Prince Vegeta wishes me to let you know that we're taking off. And to have you look outside." He said, before laughing again, and walking from the room.
~*You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure*~
"What's he mean we're taking off? We can't! Mom and Dad are still down there!! And Chichi!! She's still down there! Goku! We can't just lea..." Her words ended abruptly, as the ship shuddered, and whirled to life, sending Bulma to her knees. "No!! No..No..No... nononononononono! This is NOT happening! It's not!" She screamed, and jumped to her feet. She ran quickly to the window, followed closely by Goku. They stood there for quite some time, watching their home grow farther and farther away. The ship came to a sudden stop, though, and both watched in horror as a large beam of light headed straight for the Earth. They got one last look at their beautiful planet, before it exploded...
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~*You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky*~
Footsteps sounded in the great metal hallway on the outside of Bulma and Goku's prison. Goku sprang to his feet, throwing himself between Bulma and the door. This time, however, Radditz wasn't the one to enter. This time, it was a shorter man, a shock of black hair jutting up from his head, like the flame of a candle. "So, Kakarot... You think you can protect her from ME? Pathetic fool. As if I'd want her. Common whores don't thrill me." The man spat.
Goku narrowed his eyes at the man, and he slowly felt his ki began to rise. He'd had enough of this man already, he trembled slighty as the shorter black-haired man continued. "I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. Show me the proper respect" He announced, his words coated with arrogance.
~*I was changed*~
Bulma stared at the man, an hatred enveloped her body. She clenched her right hand together, and her knuckles turned completely white. Her expression was drawn into a enraged grimace, her blue hair hung in front of her face. Bulma's whole body was shivering, she just sat there, in the corner. So many people, so many deaths. The whole earth...gone.
All kinds of thoughts dug themselves into Bulma's mind as she sat there, twisted, and sadistic thoughts. She closed her eyes, and tried to block out the images of Earth's explosion.
"Never will I show you respect, you just murdered millions of innocent people" Goku said, he didn't have to force the unfeeling words from his mouth. He stood completely stationary and hostile, staring at Vegeta. Goku's body was completely tense, a strong sense of repulsion radiating from it. For what seemed like an eternity both warriors stared at each other, enveloped in their own set of mind games...
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Author's Note:
Hiya, this is Mandy. Co-Author of this ficcie. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as
much as we enjoyed writing the first
chapter. Please R&R.
Hihihi! Chante here! Hope you guys liked... we've got A LOT planned for this ficcie, so bear with us, and let us know what you think... reviews ALWAYS help us write faster. *hint hint* Love you guys!
~*Vegetas-Princess*~
and
~*Belle Sourire*~