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I don't have a name: chapter 4: And so the fight begins.
There are only two ways to deal with your past: run away from it, or confront it. Unfortunately, it may seem easier to escape it, but it isn't; because sooner or later you'll have to face it. Past is never behind us.
Bulma couldn't remember being happier in her whole life, even when she was a kid. She was living with Yamcha and Puar for six month now, and nothing could have been more perfect. Every day she would make housework or cut wood for the fire while she was laughing with Puar, and she would spend her nights in Yamcha's arms. Little did she know, this happiness wouldn't last for long…
It was the middle of the night, and Yamcha wasn't home yet. Puar remained silent, but Bulma started to panic. She had suffered so many losses; she wouldn't survive his death. They waited for hours. Suddenly they both heard footsteps coming to the cave. Bulma and Puar stand up, on the alert, on the lookout for every sound and movement. Bulma's heart was beating so hard that she thought she would soon have a heart attack… Two figures entered in the cave: a short man severely injured who was supported by…
"Yamcha!", Bulma screamed. She immediately rushed to her lover, helping him lie the stranger on the bed. Puar had brought them clean towels and a basin full of water, so the three of them could clean his wounds.
"What happened? Do you have any idea of how afraid I was for you! I thought you were dead! For goodness sake Yamcha you asshole!". she hissed.
"Bulma if I hadn't been there on the right time, this guy would be dead by now!". He was clearly annoyed by Bulma's attitude. "Stop thinking about yourself, and think about me, or him!" She felt ashamed by her selfishness. But she had to know, so she kept asking:
"What happened to you?"
"Saiyans, that what happened. I was on my way home, when I saw a Saiyan beating up three guys. The one in front of you is the only survivor. As soon as this alien left, I checked upon them, and brought him back here".
"Why would a Saiyan come to the desert?"
"I have no idea. We have to wait till he wakes up to know what happened."…
The stranger finally woke up in the first light of dawn. He weakly opened his eyes, seeming completely lost.
"It's okay buddy, you're safe", Yamcha said.
"Where… Where I am?"
"My place, I brought you here after the Saiyan left. I'm Yamcha, and these are Bulma and Puar."
"And my friends?"
Yamcha put his hand on the stranger's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, they were gone before I could do anything."
The stranger looked at Yamcha with wide eyes before gazing the sunrise, apparently lost in his thoughts.
"I'm sorry buddy, but I need to know what happened. I came in this desert to escape the Saiyans; I need to know why one of them would come to such an unwelcoming place."
The stranger nodded, his eyes still fixed to the sunrise.
"I understand. My name is Krillin, and I'm a monk. Few years ago, I left the monastery to train with Roshi sensei. The men with me were his pupils too. There was Kila, one of the toughest I've ever met; he was strong and brutal sometimes but he could also be the nicest creature in the world. There was also Heru, he was the least strong of us, but the most intelligent one. Before the Saiyans arrived Heru had a fiancée. She had been taken by the Saiyans and given to one of their males of course. Heru had to let her go against his will… he didn't have a choice. Even though years have passed he still loved her. Until two days ago, when he learnt that she had gotten killed by the Saiyan who owned her. He went ballistic and begged us to help to revenge his lover. We thought that if we attacked him, the three of us, we would have win.
"He was too strong. He first killed Heru, then Kila before beating me. He threw us in the desert. He realized I was still alive, and he knocked me out before telling me…" Krillin voice broke, he was about to cry
"Tell you what?" Insisted Yamcha.
"I let you alive so you can tell you people what weaklings they are. We shall never leave; after all, we might say we are a big family, with all the half-breeds your women give us. Your lives are ours.", Krillin finally met Yamcha's eyes.
"The worst is that he's right: we are doomed, we'll never be free…"
"Stop it" interrupted Yamcha, "Never say that again. That's it, it's been too long. We have to fight back!"
"Are you insane?" screamed Bulma "Don't you know who you're fighting, they're too strong, this is a lost cause!"
"Do you want them to keep raping women and killing men? Do you want to be their slave? So keep hiding! I'm gonna fight! Besides, they may be stronger, but we outnumber them. This is our strength! Maybe women have half Saiyans, but they also have half earthling. I heard they didn't have the same rights as pure blood Saiyans. They can help us too! Their physical strength will help us."
"Ya… Yamcha."
"Bulma, if you let them do it without a fight you will be helping them. Not only they crush us because they are stronger, they crush us because we are afraid. They need us to be scared of them. But if we fight them, there's a chance to win. Maybe it's a slight one, but it's a chance anyways."
"You have the choice Bulma, you can stay here afraid and refuse to confront them, or fight, make them pay for everything they've done. Do as you want but I'm not changing my mind."
"Yamcha…"
"So, will you help me?"
Bulma hesitated. She had desperately tried to escape the Saiyans, and she had hoped to do so for the rest of her life, but now Yamcha wanted to fight. He didn't know what it was like, to be in front of them, fear petrifying you: nothing else counted but your enemy. She finally answered.
"I don't want to see any of those aliens. Yet… I don't want to lose you, so if you fight, I'm coming with you. Just, don't expect me to be part of it."
Yamcha smiled; he knew it was the best offer Bulma could give him concerning this topic. And who knows he wondered, maybe, eventually, she will fight too.
"Introduce us to your master."
This is how Yamcha created the "Rebellion". His cave had become their secret shelter; he had dug in the stone to enlarge it, created dozens, then hundreds of rooms and apartments. He trained in order to be able to fight the enemy someday and took under his wings those in need. The women who had succeeded to escape would come to him; the injured men would be healed by him. Quickly, Yamcha's movement became famous all around the world. Quickly, Yamcha was the leader of a secret alliance. His name was cherished by the Humans, and mocked by the Saiyans, because even though he was the Earthlings new hope, the Saiyans didn't take him seriously.
Bulma was proud to be Yamcha's lover. Of course she had refused to fight against the Saiyans, but that didn't mean she wouldn't help. A part of her was jealous of all the affection Yamcha gave to others: she had gotten used to be his only one. But she could manage with it; only one topic would bring her mad.
"Yamcha are you nuts? What would have happened if he had followed you?"
"He didn't so stop worrying."
"But he was vulnerable, why didn't you kill him?"
"Because I don't believe that a whole race can be that monstrous. And I refuse to be like them, so for the last time Bulma, I shall never ever kill a Saiyan on purpose! We cannot erase them, so many of our women had children with Saiyans. All I want is for the Saiyans and the Earthlings to live together, equally."
"You're so naïve Yamcha, you really don't know what they're like, you don't understand…"
"But apparently you do."
"I…"
But she never finished her sentence for she got interrupted by a bip on one of their computers. Someone was sending them an SOS… But they weren't from Earth.
