RATED 'M' FOR A REASON.
To Love & To Lose
By: Rise of the Blossom
Chapter 1
The blue haired beauty smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Whilst admiring her curvaceous figure from different angles she thought to herself, 'Beauty and brains? Let's just hope wherever we're going that they keep us alive long enough to realise that.' As soon as she thought it however, her cheerful and happy mood slipped away and in its place, she felt loneliness and depressed.
Not too long ago, her home planet had been invaded by a small army belonging to an evil tyrant called Frieza. They had demanded the strongest to join the army and the smartest to work in the labs. As if that wasn't bad enough; they took the most attractive women – no younger than fourteen – to be the ship's whores. A lot of them died within the first week.
'At least you got off lightly…' She contemplated as she stared in her reflection's dulling blue eyes, 'or at least until you get to the base.' She shuddered at the last thought.
"Well dad, I think we're finished and it only took four and a half hours!" Bulma beamed at her father. They had been trying to fix a fault in their latest product that was supposed to fill an entire day's agenda.
Dr Brief picked up the new and improved hover bike and smiled back at his daughter. "Why I believe we are, dear! Go and tell your mother that we can go to the beach after all, whilst I put the bike into the packaging room."
The old scientist watched as his daughter stretched and nodded once before walking out of her father's lab. He had just put the hover bike into its box when he heard a blood curdling scream coming from above him. Acting on instinct alone he sprinted out of the doors, out of his lab and straight into the kitchen to find two tall and extremely dangerous looking men with green skin standing in front of the back door with his daughter in their hands.
"Who are you?" The scientist demanded. He walked around the kitchen to try and help his daughter when he tripped over something on the floor: his wife. She was led in an impossible position, her back looked broken as well as other body parts and she was covered and led in her own blood.
"How dare you come into our home and do this!" Dr Brief roared as he glared at the intruders. "You have gone and taken what nobody has the right to take!"
The largest man stepped towards the old genius and smiled evilly. "Now, now Dr Brief, there is no reason to be so upset. We have done you a favour by sending that foolish woman into the next dimension, her squealing voice alone was enough to drive a saint to kill."
Dr Brief stared at the man, his rage consuming him as he charged towards the imposter. "That foolish woman happened to be my wife and you, you sadistic mutant murdered her!"
Bulma cried out for her dad to stop and run, but he wouldn't listen. His anger soaked up every fibre of his body and he trembled with his rage. He wouldn't, couldn't let them get away with the murder of his wife. He loved her, even in her crumbled state he still did. He had vowed to protect her, to cherish her and to love her but now she was dead. He couldn't protect her, but there was still a chance for his only daughter even if it was only a slim chance, he could still protect her, or so he thought.
"And what are you going to do about it old man?" The strangely coloured aberration taunted.
Dr Briefs narrowed his eyes. "I will avenge my wife, I will protect my daughter I will-"
"Oh shut the fuck up, you're worse than that insolent, whiny wench." The second man shouted as he tightened his grip on the thrashing, cerulean haired heiress. "Nivaga, grab the man and let's go. Lord Frieza doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Nivaga smirked and stalked towards Dr Brief and with one swift movement; he threw the old scientist against the far wall, immediately knocking him out.
"Your turn," The unknown anomaly whispered as he punched Bulma, she tried to fight the black spots that were covering her eyes but after a few seconds her body felt heavy as she fell into unconsciousness.
No matter how many months she had spent on the God forsaken ship, she was still constantly haunted by nightmares of her mother's death, the way her mangled body was thrown on the floor, her lifeless eyes as they stared into nothing but most of all, her disturbing scream.
She was shaken out of her dark thoughts when there was a timid knock on her door, no doubt it would be her father. Ever since that day he had never spoken more than one or two sentences in a conversation, his once bright and strenuous eyes were now dull and empty, as if he was there physically, but mentally he was completely gone.
Giving herself one last appreciative glance, she answered the door and motioned for her dad to come in. Knowing he probably wouldn't want to start a conversation or even carry one out she simply said, "I'll be ready in two minutes and then we can go to the labs."
Dr Brief barely nodded as his daughter sighed at his predictable reaction and picked up her white lab jacket. Bulma didn't know the pain he was feeling, but it didn't mean she wasn't feeling any pain at all. She had lost her mother! Her best friend, the only person she could share her secrets with and besides her dad, the only person she could completely trust.
Without saying another word, she opened the door and gestured him to walk out. She closed the door behind herself, waiting for the sound of the automatic lock activating – something she always did – and followed her father down the cold, dimly-lit corridors. Bulma absolutely hated this time of morning, the lights were only half lit because almost everyone was still asleep in their rooms, it was always cold because of the lack of movement and there was always an eerie silence.
When the pair entered the lab, neither of them was surprised to find that they weren't the only ones awake at such an hour. Sitting at the farthest end of the plain room was an old man, with long thick white hair trailing down his back. Bulma and her father were not enthusiastic to find that they would be sharing a lab with the older man but they soon learned that in order for them all to survive, they would have to learn to put the past behind them and get along.
It wasn't because he was a scientist or even a rival to their former company; it was because he was the founder of the Red Ribbon army, the most destructive and sadistic military on the planet. They would murder innocent people for even the slightest amount of information. Not to mention they had once tried to kill Bulma and her friends when they were in search of the dragonballs. They were nothing but ruthless cowards, but compared to Frieza, they were nothing. He would send groups of warriors to planets and have them slaughter every last person and Frieza would then sell the planet to the highest bidder. If the planet wouldn't sell or his 'clients' would change their minds, he would completely obliterate the planet and then kill his clients for wasting his time.
They were not the only ones who were taken, including the three scientists, there were a total of six people taken from Earth who were still alive somewhere on the ship. The only problem was finding them, it was almost impossible!
Shaking off her last thoughts she walked over to the kitchenette and poured herself and her father a cup of coffee. As she walked back into the lab, she noticed that the older scientist was especially preoccupied this morning and he looked like he hadn't slept a wink the night before.
"Good morning Dr Gero." Bulma smiled at him.
The only reply she got was a pathetic nod. Rolling her eyes, she placed her dad's mug down onto his desk and walked over to her own. At a sad attempt to warm up, she held onto her mug and brought it closer to her chest as she shrunk in on herself. Her outfit wasn't the warmest she had, but it was one of the very few she owned. All she could think about was how grateful she was that they kept her lab coat on her when they 'collected' herself and her father. Deep in the pockets of the lab jacket was a medium sized metal case full of capsules that held necessities in case of emergencies. The capsules consisted of only the bare supplies but they were enough to last her a while.
Sipping at her coffee, she flicked through her most recent blue prints and started to carry on where she left off.
A/N - This was my first ever fanfic and as you have all probably realised, I'm going back and editing this story. I was re-reading some of the stuff I've written and I was actually surprised at how many mistakes there were! Thank you for not being too harsh about them and pointing them out. When I have finished Battle of the Empires and Better In Time, I will most likely be editing those too.
Edited - 16/10/13
