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Hey everyone! This is my first Bulma and Vegeta fic, and I really hope that you
like it. So read and hopefully enjoy!
Zana-sei Ch. 1- The meeting
Vegeta hurtled through an asteroid field in the small space ship. He could not
wait to get to the next planet, he had ran out of food
two days ago, and his stomach was doing well to remind him of it. The
discomfort was all worth it however, especially to get away from that
disgusting lizard freak.
He had not been able to stand another minute onboard the tyrant's ship after
what happened three days ago. That was mainly the reason he left. The missions
and brutal beatings Vegeta could deal with. After all, what does not kill you
only makes you stronger, literally for a Saiya-jin. What had done Vegeta in,
and had been irking him since he set foot on Frieza's abhorrent ship, were the
insults. The blows to his pride. The fact that he
could not defend himself against Frieza's verbal onslaught did not help either.
All he could do was glare down at the cold, hard steel floor, keep his mouth
shut, and hope his anger did not bubble over to the point where he talk back.
When that happened, Frieza's anger went up a notch.
That anger would not be directed toward Vegeta anymore, rather
toward the three very unlucky Saiya-jin he had left aboard the ship.
Vegeta frowned at that thought.
It was not as if he had not wanted to take them with him, after all they were
the last of their race and had to look out for one another. It was just that
Nappa, Radditz, and Kakarotto would have slowed Vegeta down considerably. He
had not planned on leaving, he left in a hurry filled with anger, hate..fear. The latter made Vegeta growl.
Still growling, he smirked as he envisioned himself as the Legendary. His smirk
widened into a tiny grin, he would enjoy Frieza's expression, a mix of shock
and horror, as he ripped the monster's still beating heart.
A small beeping broke Vegeta out of his reverie of golden hair and teal eyes.
Obsidian eyes flashed down to the map, a little flashing red light with a label
next to it let him know he was fast approaching a planet. Vegeta peered down at
the label, almost squinting to see the small letters.
"Zana-sei" He murmured, finally able to read the puny alphabets.
He looked out the ship's front window to survey the planet. It was mostly green
with medium sized patches of blue.
Vegeta scowled, green meant a forest or jungle and by the looks of Zana-sei,
plenty of it. 'Let's just hope they have some technology.' He thought briefly
before entering the plant's atmosphere.
Buruma sat in the dense cover of the bushes as she clutched her spear. Her
clear blue eyes focused on the unknowing wezork ambling by. She smirked and
slowly pulled her arm back, ready to strike. Tonight's dinner would be good.
A brilliant red filled the night sky, causing both Buruma and the wezork to
look up. There was a soft whirring noise, which got increasingly louder as
Buruma spotted a steadily growing silverish-red thing hurtling toward the
ground.
The wezork was long since gone, and if that was any indication for her to run,
then she knew she damned well better take it. She jumped out in front of the
bush, and just started to run when the silver thing crashed into the ground and
skidded after her. It was chasing her, and spitting!
Buruma's eyes widened with fear as she felt something whiz past her. The
adrenaline kicked in and she burst forward as fast as she could. She did not
get very far that way. In her hurry to get away, she tripped over a rock,
sending her tumbling into painful rolls before she landed on her back.
Buruma groaned and sat up rubbing her head. The ground beneath her began to
tremble. She looked back, screamed and threw her hands over her blue head with her
knees drawn up.
The silver thing behind her slid to a halt inches away from Buruma. She looked
up and noticed something she had not before. The trees ahead of her had all
snapped like twigs, as if something were thrown through them.
Buruma turned on her haunches so she could see exactly what kind of creature
had chased her down. It was all silver, round and on fire. She guessed that was
the reason it had fallen, after all fire was painful. She poked at it with her
toe, having lost her spear earlier. It seemed to be dead.
She stood to her full height and gave it a puzzled look. What kind of animal
was this, and was it edible?
All questions halted as Buruma heard a groan behind her. She walked cautiously
toward it, keeping low to the ground. Whatever made the noise sounded like it
was in a lot of pain. She straightened up when she saw a woman with tall, black
hair that stood up like a cheepo's. She was bulky and was wearing clothes
Buruma was not sure she liked. There was blood dribbling down her face from a
jagged gash that was hidden in her hair. Tears in her clothes revealed similar
cuts that slashed across her body.
Buruma bit her bottom lip and crinkled her brow with worry as she softly
touched one of the cuts. The woman groaned and opened her eyes slowly.
She gasped and pulled her hand away from the small woman. "I-I am sorry. I
did not mean to hurt you. You've been hurt badly by that-" Buruma stopped.
Actually she did not know what that thing was. So she would explain it the best
she could. "huge, round bird. Please, do not
move. I will help you to my village where you can be healed." She said in
a soothing tone.
The woman squinted her eyes before replying in a
language Buruma had never heard.
"I am sorry, but I do not understand." Buruma said, her soothing tone
changing into a worried one.
The woman spoke again in the same language. When only receiving Buruma's
puzzled expression for an answer, she frowned and tried to sit up.
Buruma began to panic. If the woman were not still her wounds would get
damaged. She gently pushed the woman's shoulder down, who seemed to be trying
to pull away from Buruma's touch.
Buruma narrowed her eyes; "You will stay still! I am Jaad tian Buruma, and
I command it!" She all but yelled.
The woman attempted what Buruma suspected was a growl and struggled to sit up
again.
Buruma's cerulean eyes flashed with anger, and she opened her mouth to
reprimand the woman when she blacked out. Her anger died away as she gazed
sympathetically at the woman with cheepo hair. She sighed, it was for the best
that she was not awake, she was too much of an
annoyance.
Buruma grunted as she struggled to lift the woman enough to slip her arms under
her torso. She pushed as hard as she could and only lifted enough to slip the
edges of her fingers under. Then she muffled a scream. This woman was heavy!
'What does she eat, weedodos?' Buruma thought as she fell back, her fingers
finally loose. She stood and ran at top speed toward her village. The woman
needed help, and if Buruma did not get to the village in time, she would die.
Vegeta was hurt bad. He lay groaning on the ground
after being flung out of the ship's window, and knocked into to, oh say fifty
trees.
Upon entering Zana-sei's atmosphere, the ship malfunctioned and plummeted
toward the dense foliage. He could not strap himself in, due to the lack of
seatbelts and had been thrown out the window. The glass shards embedded in his
skin hurt like hell, not to mention the painful splinters. '
I will kill that crummy, deceitful weakling for trading me that ship.'
He thought closing his eyes.
A soft touch made him groan again before he painfully opened his eyes. Vegeta
was greeted with the sight of a blue haired, blue eyed woman who looked
extremely worried.
"I-Ite lay doshe. Isa binto doa
node sa aspeta mish. Mishtar lunes aspetea sayn seda-", the woman stopped,
looking as if she were thinking. "linar, das
siduay. Natar, bin doa nicta. Ila
meta mish sa Ida mopel desh mish ba da idua." She spoke softly.
Vegeta squinted, why wasn't his translator picking this up? "I don't
understand gibberish, woman."
The woman spoke gibberish again, her tone changing slightly to worry.
" I do not understand." Vegeta reverberated.
The woman gave Vegeta a puzzled expression. He frowned, 'Stupid woman.' He
thought before trying to sit up.
The woman pushing him back down only agitated him further. He recoiled at the
touch. 'What is she doing? Is she trying to help me or harm me?' Vegeta's
natural untrusting nature shined through. Her yelling at him only made these
feelings stronger.
He tried to growl before saying something nasty to her, but the growl came out
as a soft gurgle. The pain was increasing with each passing breath, and Vegeta
saw the strange woman narrow her eyes before his world went black.
Buruma clutched her hands into fists as she ran through the dense underbrush.
She started to slow down; noticing her body was covered in dirt and blood. She
had small scratches lining her arms and legs, she supposed from falling down.
The blood on her fingers, which now smeared on her palms, she guessed, was from
the woman. Buruma grimaced, she hated being dirty. She would have to bathe
later to get the blood and dirt off her body, but she was going to get rid of
the blood on her hands now.
Walking at a leisurely pace, she licked her fingers and palms. Since she had no
water, she would have to use her tongue to get her hands clean. The taste of
iron assaulted her taste buds as she broke into a run again, not knowing she
had just sealed her fate.
Again,
I hope you enjoyed that. I can't say that I will update quickly every time, but
I'll try my best to make you guys happy.
