Hello Readers,
Just so you all know this is the squeal to The Blue One. Please read it before reading this one, makes things less confusing that way. And to the ones that have I'm glad you found it. I will try to keep a regular update schedule on this story. Might be every week, might be every other week. I am in my senior year of high school I'm getting in the long stretch before graduating. There is a lot on my plate and they need to take priority.
Anyway, here is a short beginning to The Legendary and His Seer. Hope you like it, Review and let me know!
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The room is small. The only things in the room are a bed, nightstand with a lamp on it, and a closet. A girl with brown hair sits crisscross on the bed and is reading. This is all the girl does pretty much. Page after page; flip after flip the girl gets more engrossed into the book. She can feel everything going on around her. Where people are and what they were doing. She has always been able to do this. It gets very annoying to the young girl. She is 12 years old and she hates it. It only comes in handy for sparing and that's it. She doesn't really want to know when someone is having sex on the other side of the compound.
'Gross,' the brunette shutters when she reads. It has been about a year since she came here. A lot of things have happened since then. Mainly balance control that was a big thing for the girl. She used to be so good at jumping and landing on her feet or being able to fight with grace and elegances. Now it's sloppy, in her opinion. She flips the page and the door opens.
"Hey Nick." The girl greets without looking up from her book.
"Dang it, I wanted to surprise you." He says as he walks in and shuts the door.
"You know that's impossible and you know it well." She says and he sits next to her on the bed and looks over at what she is reading.
"Angel, don't you read anything other than books written in old saiyan?" he asks. The girl rolls her eyes and shut the book and looks at the blue eyed teen.
"You know I must read them for my classes." She tells him as she smiles. The teen lean in closer to her face and smirks.
"You haven't been home for a year now, can't you take a break, for me?" he asks in a husky voice before kissing the girl. He pulls the girl on his lap and holds her waist. The girl starts to purr as the teen bits her lip. She opens her mouth and their tongues battle each other. Nick's hands travel up the back of her shirt and to her bra. The girl was going to protest, but decides not to due to the time and who's ki is getting closer. He unhooks her bra with little effort and slips off her bra and shirt at the same time and throws it to the floor. They soon return to each other's lips as he pins her to the bed. The girl hears a familiar sound and smirks in the kiss.
"Dude, you have a mission and you decide to have a cordial sex visit." A female voice laughs. Nick pulls back from the brunet and groans.
"Can't we ever get a chance to be alone, Gene?" he half whines. The girl rolls out from under him and onto the floor.
"Nick, she's right. We shouldn't have started anything. I have my first mission today and I should get there and be in a daze. Not good for my safety." She states as she picks up her shirt and bra.
"But Angel…" the girl holds up her hand and Nick falls silent.
"I should get going." She says as she puts her bra on. "Maybe when I get back we can pick up where we left off." She winks and Nick hops off the bed and grabs her face and kisses it deeply.
"I like that idea." He tells her before slipping out the door before she can say anything else. The girl slips her shirt on and picks up her book.
"Does he know he has no chance?" Gene asks. The girl laughs and takes out a capsule and puts the book away.
"He should I told him multiple times I will only date Saiyans. I think he hopes for a chance of mind if we bed." She comments as they walk out of the room. The door shuts and there is a loud thud. It means the door is locked and cannot be entered unless opened with a code. "Which won't happen." She laughs.
"You are mean and cruel to him. Do you even like him?" Gene asks. She is a tall pink alien. Same species as Dodoria is. This is evident because of her spikes on her head. She is dressed just is the brunette, in a pair of tight white pants and a tight red shirt. Nothing left for the imagination. The girl still hasn't gotten used to it, she doesn't think she will.
"He is cute, but I don't know how to say no. His kissing reminds me of someone important to me." The girl whispers. Gene shakes her head and smiles.
"And you never told me who that is." She tells the short girl as they walk down the narrow hall. No one is up at this hour and in the halls. The girl doesn't want to finish this, so she changes the subject.
"So what's the mission?" she asks with excitement. Now Gene laughs.
"Tell me you have read the pack." The girl nods, but just wants to hear it.
"I have, but some things can't be expressed in paper and ink." She states.
"True. I bet you got that from someone smart and beautiful and strong." Gene is smirks as she describes.
"She is, and she is the pinkest woman I know." They both laugh now.
"Thank you, I am very pleased that you pay attention to my classes." Gene comments. "Now, your target is the prime minister of planet Vector. He will be you first assassination for Frieza. He has been driving him crazy for the last few years." The tall woman explains.
"More than his family?" the girl asks flat out. Gene starts to choke on her spit because she is laughing so much.
"Yep, speaking of the royal family. We are going to see them before we leave. Crystal wants to show you off." The girl rolls her eyes. That explains why they are here.
"Great, more Queeny nitpicking." She says sarcastically.
"It would be great practices of what Tara has taught you." Gene states. "You need to control your emotion and body language."
"So act like an Icejin?" She asks.
"Sounds like the best bet." The pink woman tells her. The girl nods and pulls her right wrist in front of her and plays with the wrist band. Normally would only control gravity, but she did an upgrade to it. Now it syncs with the wearer's body and changes it to look of the person. It would feel, smell and look just like anyone the wearer wanted, with a skin sample and DNA mix of cross. The girl starts to look white and purple. The girl begins to look just like a short Icejin child. "Act, not look. She might take that as an insult." The girl rolls her now red eyes.
"I'm aware child. But I must go through the steps. I haven't gotten the shortcuts all set yet. Please be patient with me." Even the girl's voice changes. It is now silk and smooth as an Icejin's would be. Some more adjusting to the wrist band and the girl starts to change again. This time, she has porcelain white skin and a slim figure. Prefect hips and chest for any ideal mate. Arms, legs and stomach toned and smooth. Her curves are perfect and will make any woman jealous and any man want to drop his pants right there. The girl reaches her hand up and brushes her fingers through her long sapphire locks. She sighs.
"It has been so long since I have felt my beautiful hair and smelled my own scent." Her voice is still one of an Icejin, but her body is her own now. Her own Kami given body.
"I don't know why you don't walk around in your body. You are one hot and sexy woman." Gene comments. "You can make men lay down for you with the snap of your fingers."
"That's the point, Gene. I don't want that. I may be Angel here, but I'm still Bulma at heart. Bulma is a saiyan and Saiyans have more class then that." She states as she plays with her blue hair.
"And you're waiting for someone, saving yourself." Gene chuckles. "That has to be it. I thought Saiyans become adults at eleven."
"They do, but I just don't want to bed anyone right now. I'm not ready. Last year I was almost raped several times woman. Do you really think I should be ready?" Bulma asks with sarcasm.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you hold grudges." Gene waves her off. They have had a similar talk before.
The room is dark, barely any light in the training room. Reap after reap, the shirtless man sweats more. His wrist bands are set on the highest setting possible. He has been pushing himself for the last four hours. His team left him then to sleep. The weight on the bar is four hundred pounds. Not a simple feat for a normal person, But the saiyan isn't normal. He never gives up, never. Even when his brain is on fire due to the mistake her made years ago. It has calmed down dramatically, but sometimes when he is training, he finds himself reminded of her. How she smelled, felt, how her eyes seemed to pierce his very soul. That girl left a hole in him. A hole he made by accident. He didn't know better. The prince didn't know he had claimed her.
The door slides open and a small frame enters the room. She is dressed in a thin and short piece of silk. Her tail swings under her dress that ends at her upper thigh. She steps silently over to the prince. He smells her scent. Her scent he can forget. Sometimes he smells her scent on other people, people that he uses to forget about her. She doesn't want him. She only needs to do one thing and so far it's not working.
"Vegeta. Honey, I thought you and I were going to spend some time together before going to sleep." Her voice is high and quiet. It annoys the prince to know end, but it was the closest thing to her voice he can find. He groans. He doesn't feel in the mood to bed the annoying woman again. His brain is on fire. It has almost been a year since the girl left. His girl.
"Not tonight, I got to train." He says with a growl as he pushes up again. The woman sighs and steps closer to touch his tone abs. She had been told so many times that she shouldn't do that.
"Come on, you said you get more of a work out when we bed than lifting weights." She says. She starts to rub his abs in a circle motion. Trying to turn him on. Vegeta swallows back a purr. He remembers something. The weight is 100 times more gravity than Vegeta-sei. In seconds the woman feels the pressure. Vegeta throws the weight behind him and he changes the gravity off and holds the woman to his chest gently as she starts to breathe again as he sits up.
"Dania, how many times do I need to tell you not to be near me while I train?" he sighs as he holds the small woman to his chest. She starts to breath normally again and Vegeta's heart returns to normal.
"I'm not even going to ask you again to explain what just happen there." She says. Vegeta sighs again and pets her hair.
"You know, you are so stupid." He groans. The woman turns and looks into his dark eyes with her black eyes.
"But you love me." She says in a helpless voice. Vegeta doesn't answer her; he just rolls his eyes as she grabs his shoulders and begins kissing his neck. She moves herself so she is straddling his hips. He doesn't feel right whenever they start. But he gets over it half way through. Her hands push him down on the bench press again and her hands attack his abs. he can swear his abs is her second favor part of him. She sits back on his waist and frowns at him. He was just getting into it and turn on and ready.
"What? I thought you wanted to bed?" he asks is a gruff voice.
"You smell badly of sweat and you need to shower. After you shower join me in bed and we can finish." She says as she stands up and walks out of the room. Vegeta groans and sits back on the bench.
"Damn you Dania." He cusses as he throws his leg over the other side on the bench and stands up. He grabs the weight and returns it to the bench press. "You are so stupid." He mumbles.
Bulma and Gene walks into the main training room. Normally the sisters would be sparing with each other, cardio, endurance, or stuff like that. Right now, the only people are in the room is Crystal, Queen Frostis, King Cold, and Frieza. They are in a group talking and haven't noticed them. Only Crystal is aware, because she is an assassin herself and notices the small things. If Bulma actually tried, no one would no she was in the room. The two join the group and Gene bows.
"Highness." She greets. Everyone turn around and notice the two. Bulma stand there with no emotion on her face, feet shoulder width apart and standing like a soldier, a saiyan soldier.
The royals look the Saiyan up and down. Frieza notices how much the little girl has changed over the year. How much of a woman she is now, how she holds herself seems to change all together. She looks more strong, smart, and threatening. She seems like an Icejin to him. Bulma right now isn't trying to be an Icejin. It's more of how she speaks, not her body language. This is pure Saiyan. AS Frieza admires her new luscious curves, he notices something missing.
"What happen to your tail?" he asks before anyone can say anything. Bulma groans inside. 'Of course that is the first thing he comments on.' Her face doesn't change at all.
"The Sisterhood requires its new members to give up something about them. To erase themselves and become a new person." She states with no emotion. That one was drilled into her for the first six months here. She isn't Bulma right now. She is now Angel.
"Wow." King Cold's jaw drops. He is lost in her looks to say anything else.
"Looks like you got my husband to lose his train of thought. Congratulation." Queen Frostis comments. This time it isn't full of venom. "You look like you can actually rule now." She says. 'Is she being nice to me? Would she be pissed about him drooling on me?' Bulma is not quite sure what to think about this.
"I am pleased to hear that, Ms. I worked hard here." Bulma's voice is smooth and like and Icejin's.
"Frieza, what you think? Didn't I do a great job?" Crystal asks with a smirk. Frieza steps closer to Bulma and circle her. The Saiyan has no idea his intentions. So she stands still and feels his ki. There is some malice in it so she guards herself. Frieza goes around her a few times with doing nothing. The saiyan bends her hand and slips the band down so its half way off. It's such a small movement, only Crystal notices it. Bulma's finger press one button an it.
"I like her appearance, but I know you had nothing to do with that, Dear Sister." He comments. Bulma feels his ki move and needs to react. So she phases out off the view of everyone. Frieza is in the middle of his tail swing when everyone sees Bulma is gone. Gene gets smacked to the ground instead. Crystal smirks.
"Bulma is my finest student. You will never find her." She informs her brother. Bulma smirks down as she watches from the rafter above them. It's a thin beam, but it works. What the girl did was simple. The button she pressed was to give an after image that looked like it breathed, and then she phased over to the weigh section and jumped from the ground to the top of the pull up station. She jumped to the window that is about six feet above the station. From there it was simple to get to the rafter by scaling the stonewall the rest of the way up. It's simple climbing and evading. She didn't need to learn that here. The part she needed to learn is to stay out of sight. Bulma changes the setting on her wrist band back to the small girl with brown hair. She was petite form that will allow her to lie down on the beam and not get seen.
"I'm sure, Crystal." The brother says sarcastically. "Come on I'm hunger and I know she will be joining us for food. She is a monkey after all." Frieza comments as he walks to the door. Along the way he looks around. He can't find her.
"I'm impressed daughter; did you get a chance to break her?" Cold asks.
"She is a Saiyan father. Why would a break that spirit? I love it and it does come in handy on her missions." Crystal tells him as they walk to the door.
"Looks like it to me." Frostis comments. The three guests leave the room and go to eat.
"Angel I'm impressed." Crystal calls out. This is her way of telling her to come down. Bulma sits up and front flips off the beam and lands in a half crouch. That hurt.
"I'm glad. I didn't know what he wanted me to do." She comments. The Icejin smirks.
"You want to annoy him a bit with me?" she asks deviously. Bulma smirks.
"Sure, tell me what to do." The saiyan tells her.