Here's my newest fic Blue Baby Death. Bulma's an assassin sent by kami to
kill freeza. Sound weird? It'll make more sense if you read it. On the way
bulma hooks up with a band of rebel Saiya-jins and a few refugees. And
what bulma thinks is only a routiene job turns out to be much more than she
expected.
Disclaimer: don't own dbz plot is mine
Chapter 1
It is a common fact that death comes for every creature in the universe. It is an ending to both suffering and joy, and it can come without warning. Such as it was for the man lying face down in the street.
It was night, and it was raining. Blood pooled around the man's head, mingling with the rain and spreading out over the asphalt in tiny waves of red. In the shadows of an on looking building, the barrel of a gun glinted in the darkness. The metal trapped for a split second in the yellowed streetlight on the corner.
Along with the gun, the faint outline of a slim figure could be seen retreating into an ally. The figure increased its speed to jump over a tall chain link fence topped with a coil of razor wire. The figure carefully tucked the gun into the holster at its hip and continued running, always keeping to the allies and back streets.
Ten minutes later, the figure slowed to a walk and entered a large employee parking lot. Soon the figure was standing at the main entrance to the domed building that served as the home base for Capsule Corporation.
The figure approached the automatic glass doors, which surprisingly swung open. The figure hesitated for a minute, quickly scanning the area for danger. Seeing none, the figure stealthily crept through the lobby and into a long hallway lined with doors on either side. A sign hanging above the hallway entrance said this was the Special Projects Area, where the most advanced technological and mechanical gadgets were put together.
The figure quickly noticed the light flowing from the bottom of one of the many doors. Silently the figure slunk up to the door, plastering itself to the wall and drawing the gun out. A muffled click filled the hallway, as the gun was cocked and ready to fire. Slowly, a hand reached out and firmly grasped the doorknob.
In a flurry of motion the figure yanked the door open and held the gun up at shoulder height. Light flooded out into the hallway, chasing away all darkness save the figure, who was dressed entirely in black. Now in the light, an observer would now see the figure was female, wearing a full- length black bodysuit with a black ski mask over her head, covering her nose and mouth. Her eyes would have been visible if it weren't for the inferred goggles.
The figure stopped suddenly in the doorway. No one was in the room. There was only a few computers and a large metal desk.where was the person who was supposed to be sitting at the desk? But more importantly.where was the comfy leather chair that the person was supposed to be sitting in?
Suddenly a rush of wind and the squeaking of wheels came at the figure from the left. Without thinking, the figure leapt into the air, doing a complete 360 flip and landing in the comfy leather chair that was pushed in her direction. The figure brought her gun up and aimed it at a short man in a lab coat with purple hair and glasses.
"You're home late dear.or should I say early?" Dr. Brief casually walked over to the desk and started shuffling through a few papers, which he placed there earlier.
Under her mask, the figure smirked and stood up. The gun went back into its holster and a hand reached up to remove the inferred goggles. Her blue eyes sparkled as she pulled off the ski mask. Blue hair came tumbling down to her shoulders, the jagged locks framing the blue eyes, a delicate nose, and red lips curled into a smile.
"It was an easy job dad," the blue haired beauty replied, ungracefully sliding back into the leather chair, which rolled back a little as she sat down. "How did you know I was there?"
The good doctor smiled as he pulled a folder out of a desk drawer. "I heard you prime your gun Bulma. You should do that outside.if you did you'd have been ready for any security guards making their rounds. I thought I taught you better," the man added with a small chuckle. However good an assassin his daughter was she still had her flaws.
From her seat in the chair Bulma crossed her arms and pretended to pout. "I don't think I need to worry about security guards in my own home.though you're right, as always. I'll work on the gun slinging."
Dr. Brief smiled. "That's my girl," he said walking towards his daughter with the folder in hand. "So he's dead then?" Bulma nodded and Dr. Brief smiled wider.
"You won't have to worry about Marcus Corps giving you any more trouble dad."
"Good girl," Bulma was always good at eliminating company competition. She was good at eliminating anything. At only seventeen she was the perfect little killer.
However, a year ago, the doctor would have thought other wise. When she was sixteen she fit the common stereotype of heirs to multibillion dollar companies, bratty, bossy, and spoiled to a fault, but then she went on that dragonball hunt and came back changed. Sure she still had the same domineering attitude, but she was more aware of the world around her, more alert and thorough, she had also attained a fierce edge. From what she had told him about the trip, a lot of near death experiences got her that way. And it was diffidently a change for the better.
The Bulma who returned from the dragonball hunt was not the same one who left the CC one year ago in a hover car. The Bulma who returned fit the mold for taking up the family business.the real family business.
Being inventors and owners of a big time business was just a cover, and a good one too. No one would ever suspect scientists to be assassins.
"Now that the head of Marcus Corps is out of the way, you can get started on the other companies who have been breathing down my neck," Dr. Brief handed his daughter the folder he was carrying and made his way to the door. "Look over that whenever you get a chance dear. They don't pose much of a threat yet, but they will. If any of them advance any more they could ruin everything we worked for.of course I don't have to worry about that. Do I Bulma?"
"Of course not father," Bulma stood up and flashed her father a winning smile. "I'll take care of everything," her voice took on a sinister note as she tightened her grip on the folder. She glared down at the folded manila cardboard as if it did something to earn her wrath. "I promise."
"Good dear.now, you'd better get to bed. You're still going to help me with that new TV capsule aren't you?"
"Of course dad!" Bulma's murderous mood faded and she quickly scampered out the room, giving her father a quick peck on the cheek before going up the stairs to her room. Tomorrow morning she would wake up as the tech prodigy everybody was so fond of. She would play the role, act the part of the little princess of Capsule Corporation only till the night fell, when she would discard her princess lab coat for a garb of skin tight shadow and a gun.
Whooo!!!!!!!!!! Sorry first chapter's so short but that's the way it goes. So dr brief's taught his daughter to be an assassin.like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review
Next time bulma's out "working" and she gets a visit from.kami? What's all this about? And why does it involve a trip to outer space? Pack your space suits and extra ammo you'll need it next time on Blue Baby Death!!! (I think I've been watching this show for too long.nah ^-^).
Disclaimer: don't own dbz plot is mine
Chapter 1
It is a common fact that death comes for every creature in the universe. It is an ending to both suffering and joy, and it can come without warning. Such as it was for the man lying face down in the street.
It was night, and it was raining. Blood pooled around the man's head, mingling with the rain and spreading out over the asphalt in tiny waves of red. In the shadows of an on looking building, the barrel of a gun glinted in the darkness. The metal trapped for a split second in the yellowed streetlight on the corner.
Along with the gun, the faint outline of a slim figure could be seen retreating into an ally. The figure increased its speed to jump over a tall chain link fence topped with a coil of razor wire. The figure carefully tucked the gun into the holster at its hip and continued running, always keeping to the allies and back streets.
Ten minutes later, the figure slowed to a walk and entered a large employee parking lot. Soon the figure was standing at the main entrance to the domed building that served as the home base for Capsule Corporation.
The figure approached the automatic glass doors, which surprisingly swung open. The figure hesitated for a minute, quickly scanning the area for danger. Seeing none, the figure stealthily crept through the lobby and into a long hallway lined with doors on either side. A sign hanging above the hallway entrance said this was the Special Projects Area, where the most advanced technological and mechanical gadgets were put together.
The figure quickly noticed the light flowing from the bottom of one of the many doors. Silently the figure slunk up to the door, plastering itself to the wall and drawing the gun out. A muffled click filled the hallway, as the gun was cocked and ready to fire. Slowly, a hand reached out and firmly grasped the doorknob.
In a flurry of motion the figure yanked the door open and held the gun up at shoulder height. Light flooded out into the hallway, chasing away all darkness save the figure, who was dressed entirely in black. Now in the light, an observer would now see the figure was female, wearing a full- length black bodysuit with a black ski mask over her head, covering her nose and mouth. Her eyes would have been visible if it weren't for the inferred goggles.
The figure stopped suddenly in the doorway. No one was in the room. There was only a few computers and a large metal desk.where was the person who was supposed to be sitting at the desk? But more importantly.where was the comfy leather chair that the person was supposed to be sitting in?
Suddenly a rush of wind and the squeaking of wheels came at the figure from the left. Without thinking, the figure leapt into the air, doing a complete 360 flip and landing in the comfy leather chair that was pushed in her direction. The figure brought her gun up and aimed it at a short man in a lab coat with purple hair and glasses.
"You're home late dear.or should I say early?" Dr. Brief casually walked over to the desk and started shuffling through a few papers, which he placed there earlier.
Under her mask, the figure smirked and stood up. The gun went back into its holster and a hand reached up to remove the inferred goggles. Her blue eyes sparkled as she pulled off the ski mask. Blue hair came tumbling down to her shoulders, the jagged locks framing the blue eyes, a delicate nose, and red lips curled into a smile.
"It was an easy job dad," the blue haired beauty replied, ungracefully sliding back into the leather chair, which rolled back a little as she sat down. "How did you know I was there?"
The good doctor smiled as he pulled a folder out of a desk drawer. "I heard you prime your gun Bulma. You should do that outside.if you did you'd have been ready for any security guards making their rounds. I thought I taught you better," the man added with a small chuckle. However good an assassin his daughter was she still had her flaws.
From her seat in the chair Bulma crossed her arms and pretended to pout. "I don't think I need to worry about security guards in my own home.though you're right, as always. I'll work on the gun slinging."
Dr. Brief smiled. "That's my girl," he said walking towards his daughter with the folder in hand. "So he's dead then?" Bulma nodded and Dr. Brief smiled wider.
"You won't have to worry about Marcus Corps giving you any more trouble dad."
"Good girl," Bulma was always good at eliminating company competition. She was good at eliminating anything. At only seventeen she was the perfect little killer.
However, a year ago, the doctor would have thought other wise. When she was sixteen she fit the common stereotype of heirs to multibillion dollar companies, bratty, bossy, and spoiled to a fault, but then she went on that dragonball hunt and came back changed. Sure she still had the same domineering attitude, but she was more aware of the world around her, more alert and thorough, she had also attained a fierce edge. From what she had told him about the trip, a lot of near death experiences got her that way. And it was diffidently a change for the better.
The Bulma who returned from the dragonball hunt was not the same one who left the CC one year ago in a hover car. The Bulma who returned fit the mold for taking up the family business.the real family business.
Being inventors and owners of a big time business was just a cover, and a good one too. No one would ever suspect scientists to be assassins.
"Now that the head of Marcus Corps is out of the way, you can get started on the other companies who have been breathing down my neck," Dr. Brief handed his daughter the folder he was carrying and made his way to the door. "Look over that whenever you get a chance dear. They don't pose much of a threat yet, but they will. If any of them advance any more they could ruin everything we worked for.of course I don't have to worry about that. Do I Bulma?"
"Of course not father," Bulma stood up and flashed her father a winning smile. "I'll take care of everything," her voice took on a sinister note as she tightened her grip on the folder. She glared down at the folded manila cardboard as if it did something to earn her wrath. "I promise."
"Good dear.now, you'd better get to bed. You're still going to help me with that new TV capsule aren't you?"
"Of course dad!" Bulma's murderous mood faded and she quickly scampered out the room, giving her father a quick peck on the cheek before going up the stairs to her room. Tomorrow morning she would wake up as the tech prodigy everybody was so fond of. She would play the role, act the part of the little princess of Capsule Corporation only till the night fell, when she would discard her princess lab coat for a garb of skin tight shadow and a gun.
Whooo!!!!!!!!!! Sorry first chapter's so short but that's the way it goes. So dr brief's taught his daughter to be an assassin.like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review
Next time bulma's out "working" and she gets a visit from.kami? What's all this about? And why does it involve a trip to outer space? Pack your space suits and extra ammo you'll need it next time on Blue Baby Death!!! (I think I've been watching this show for too long.nah ^-^).