Invasion
It had started as any other normal day on earth. The sky was blue, the sun shining. All our reliable sources available. Perhaps even a bit mundane for some. But then the earth started to tremble, the sky lighted up in an unusual way. And soon we were wishing for the mundanity to never cease in our existence again. But alas, those days were over without any warning or indication…
Bulma tried her best to drive through the chaos that was now earth. Aliens had invaded their home-planet and were destroying them with pure delight. It had started abrupt. No radio, no newscast had the chance to even report on the events. There were far too many of them. Every still breathing creature was aware of their presence.
Like a crazed woman, she had left Briefs Corporation and tried to collect one Dragon Ball.
She glanced at the golden ball in her lap. Her father understood, her mother had called her insane.
Perhaps she was a bit insane, but this little ball was all they had. It had saved the earth, although unbeknown to any earthling, numerous times before.
Oh, how those days of her juvenile self trying to collect all seven of them to wish for something completely and utterly foolish were long pass her. She had learned the hard way of how much evil lived in this world. She had overcome the Red Ribbon Army by using the Dragon Balls.
She had sealed the dark-side of Kami in the depths of the earth to save them all.
When her mind thought of the green being living in the clouds above, she hoped he was smart enough to stay alive. Without him, the Dragon Balls would disappear like all the hope for this planet.
Out of nowhere a beam of light came. The immense crater left the street crumbling and Bulma had to turn her car around to avoid it. Steering out of control, she tried her best to make the car stop. She could see the wall of a building coming closer and closer until the spinning abruptly ended.
Bulma screamed in agony as she felt the pain of the seatbelt halting her. It took her a moment to get it together and when she opened her eyes, her mouth fell open. A man had landed on the front of her car. His foot crashing into it. Eyes widening, she unfastens her seatbelt and took the Dragon Ball and got out of the car. Terrified she watched as the man simply turned her car into scraped metal.
It was the first time she had seen one of them so close. Beast of men. Larger than any earthling although they all held same humanlike appearances. All had dark hair. And a strange tail wrapped around their middle or swinging vigorously in delight.
'Hey,' a voice said behind her.
'Their women are kind of cute…'
Bulma turned around and her blue eyes widened at the sight. A strong, huge man stood before her. His ominous smirk, arrogant posture and long hair made him even more intimidating. The way his eyes took her in made her feel very aware of his intentions.
'Blue hair?' the other one asked with a snicker. 'How ridiculous!'
'Blue eyes too,' the tall man added, his smirk widening.
In a flash he stood before her. Bulma had seen this superspeed before with King Piccolo. For a moment she dared to let her mind wander if perhaps Kami was an alien too. And if so, were all aliens so superior to them?
'I like her eyes.'
His hot breath snapped her out of her thoughts and with scream, she stepped back.
'Don't be afraid, woman… I won't hurt you,' he smirks widened, 'much.'
Not thinking twice Bulma grabbed the gun she had tucked into her belt and fired a shot. The alien's eyes went wide and he stared at the little scrape it had made in his skin. His eyes darkened when he looked back to her.
'That hurt a little… bitch.'
Bulma started to run, her house wasn't that far away anymore. All she had to do was get back and hide with parents in their bunker.
Not ever, not even in a million years, she had thought they would ever have to use that ridiculous thing. But she was glad her father was a stubborn man and had follow through even though she had said numerous times it was a waste of time. Once she was there, she would be able think clearly again. She could think of the perfect wish to make all of this go away. Blue skies, mundane days…
She desperately tried to hold on to that piece of mind.
The man from earlier stood before her again in a flash. He had just let her run for a while just to mess with her. Of course, he was fast enough to catch up with her!
Again, she fired her gun but this time, when she blinked, he was no longer before her. A huge hand wrapped itself around her wrist and pulled her up. She could feel her feet leave the ground beneath. The gun fell out of her hand immediately when he put pressure to her wrist.
Letting out a strangled cry, 'Argh!' Bulma tried to get loose.
'Found you, blue eyes…'
His voice was low. Evil. Vile. It made her shiver and squirm. Her free hand held on more tightly to the Dragon Ball, hoping he would not take notice of it.
'Raditz,' a voice called.
Bulma followed his gaze and saw a man equally his size. His hair was shorter but just as spikey. His cold black eyes looked her up and down. He simply smirked at the sight of her anguish.
'What are you doing? Surely you got the message of us having to retreat for now?'
'I'm just having fun,' the man holding her answered.
'Then take it with you, King's orders are to cease the attacks. Apparently, this planet has some decent technology that has taken his interest…'
Raditz stared at the other alien for a moment, shrugged and then put her down. Bulma looked up and saw the aliens flying across the sky. Troops of men heading in the same direction. She couldn't count them or take in their appearances. They looked like shooting stars.
'Afraid?'
Startled she looked at the man holding her arm still up. Defiantly, she looked him in the eye and his smirked widened. Seemingly enjoying her behavior.
'We are nothing compared to the others…' he whispered menacingly.
'O-others?' Bulma asked. 'Who are you people!? What do you want!?'
Amused by her questions, he shook his head. Yet he did answer. Although it was probably to scare her even more.
'We are Saiyans. We are a warrior race!'
'S-Saiyans?' Bulma repeated surprise.
'Destroying your pathetic planet is something we do out of pure boredom. Not one put up a decent fight…'
'Raditz!' The man from earlier was getting annoyed.
He gave Raditz a pissed off look and then looked at her again. He then walked towards them with an amused expression on his ugly face.
'What a tiny little woman…. She'll die before we reach base!'
'Mind your own business,' Raditz muttered.
To Bulma's surprise he let go of her and the two kept glaring at one another.
A warrior race, she thought. If they are anything like earthlings, petty fights and honor should be their driven power… Wanting them to forget her presence she kept as quiet as she could.
'Why do you care…? We had to cease destroying the place, no one said anything about having to go back to base.'
'I don't care but I figured you should get used to taking my commands,' the other one grinned.
Bulma could see, and feel, his power rising. A gust of wind almost swiped her off her feet. She took it as her que to leave but her captor called out after her.
'If you think of moving another muscle, woman, it will be the last thing you'll do,' he threatened her.
'Yeah, girlie,' the other one laughed. 'Listen to Raditz…'
Though he was agreeing, it was painfully obvious he was simply mocking the one named Raditz.
Raditz took a step forward and the other one, almost equally tall, did the same. It seemed the two had some sort of rivalry going on. Thinking quick, Bulma dared to push her luck.
'You are going to let him talk to you like that?'
Her voice surprised both. Raditz dark eyes looked at her in awe. Bulma smirked, much like he had before.
'Obviously, you were referring to him when you said others? As in far more powerful than you…?'
She taunted him.
Raditz balled his fists and became enraged. His power was frightening and for a moment Bulma thought her stupidity was going to get her killed. But he didn't fail her and aimed at the target she had intended, the other Saiyan. Bulma took a few steps back and awaited their reaction but soon their warriorlike nature took over and they started to fight one another, leaving her with the perfect opportunity to escape.
Warriors are predictable…
Holding the Dragon Ball in her hand, she started to run. Her car was ruined. Hurrying through the wrecked street, she felt her pocket. Two more capsules. Deciding a motorcycle should be easier to drive through this mess, she hid between two houses and got it out. Before getting on, she looked up at the promised blue sky, she tried not shiver when seeing the large figures fly through dark clouds of destruction.
Saiyans. Warriors that could fly effortlessly, had far superior strength then earthlings and seemed to enjoy belittling their preys. She felt a shiver. What the hell were they going to do?
They were not planning on leaving apparently. Why had they come? What did they want?
And what could she possible wish for to make all of this go away?
Tugging the Dragon Ball in her jacket and zipping it all the way up, she prayed to Kami she would make nit home alive. Hitting the gas hard, she drove as fast as she could and to her pure delight the sight of her house was already coming into view. All she had to do was enter the bunker and she'd be safe.
Well, for now at least, she added grimly.
With the blazing speed, she had no chance of taking in her surroundings. And if she did catch a glimpse, all she could see was destroyed houses and lifeless bodies to avoid. Never in her entire life had she been so afraid. And a part of her cursed knowing of the existence of the Dragon Balls. If she hadn't known, she wouldn't be in this mess. She would've just accepted her doomed fate.
'Where do you think you are going?'
Bulma almost screamed when she heard his voice. Looking beside her, the Saiyan, Raditz, was flying right beside her. The speed of her motorcycle seemed to ask little effort on his part.
He smirked when grabbing her by the arm. The unreal feeling of her hands letting go of the motorcycle, made it seem as if everything was going in slow motion. The flashy orange motorcycle got left behind and eventually blasted into a piece of ruble, creating a small explosion. It took Bulma a second to realize she was flying.
Toying with her, he kept holding on to her arm, making her feet almost meet the concrete. He wasn't realizing however; he was flying right towards her designated destination. Trying to think of something, anything to get her out of this situation, all she had was the Dragon Ball and one more capsule which contained a gun. But guns were useless against these creatures…
When he suddenly flew up higher, she felt her hope shatter. Anxiety clouded her mind and all she could do was scream helplessly as he taunted her.
'That was quite clever what you did back there,' he snickered.
Bulma didn't bother replying, she was flying directly above her own house. To her surprise he halted. The orblike building was huge. Her eye caught the ridiculous room of her parents, that had a glass ceiling. Something her mother had wanted. Bulma bit her lip, wondering if the bed could break her fall…
'Where are you hurrying off to?'
He pulled her by the arm up and Bulma winced in pain. Their eyes met again while her hand reached for her pocket, though still contemplating on whether or not this was a good idea.
'You had something in your hands earlier, something that seemed of value to you?'
So he had noticed the Dragon Ball!
Bulma kept quiet, annoying her captor a great deal. Noticing the bump underneath her jacket, he started to smirk. His hand reaching for the zipper of her jacket. And without even a bit of shame, he dared to lower it. The act made her not think twice about her ridiculous plan. Even falling to her death was a better option than to let this beast of a man violate her in any way.
Holding a capsule in her hand, which he noticed, she popped it open and before the smoke could clear to reveal anything, she shot directly at wrist holding her up. Blood splattered but before it could land on her, she was falling herself. With all her might, she held on to the Dragon Ball.
Shattering the glass ceiling and feel it slice through her body Bulma somehow ended up falling precisely where she had hoped. The pain however she had miscalculated, and it took her huge effort to get up and start running again. But the adrenaline kept her going. Jumping off the bed, ignoring the pain she went straight towards the door but before she could even register, the Saiyan stormed in.
Realizing she couldn't outrun him, she practically jumped into the elevator and pressed the code, that would automatically take her to the bunker below the building.
His angered face came closer and closer as the elevator doors slide shut. And just when Bulma thought he was much faster, he halted. The walls of the upper floor came crashing down and all she saw was glimpse of another Saiyan.
That was the last she saw before the elevator took her down, at a much faster speed than usual.
She thanked her dad for his quick thinking, figuring he had probably altered it due there dire situation.
Her heart was racing, the pain had numbed and her thoughts were complete chaos. She didn't recognize herself in the mirrors of the elevator. She had left so determined and now looked disheveled and beaten. And that had just been one Saiyan. How many were there? And was there truly Saiyans more powerful than that one…?
When the doors slid open, her mother let out a shriek and her father's eyes widened in worry. They came to her aid but without saying a word she halted their help and went straight for the safe, hidden in the ground underneath the bunker. She stared at the Dragon Ball for a moment, hoping it would save her like it had done many times before. The four stars reminded her that there was total of seven of them but with one safe, she was good. Besides, she hadn't really figured out what to do next. She gave in a code and the safe locked. Falling to her knees, she took in a much need deep breath.
'It's a mess,' Bulma muttered.
Her mother wasn't listening, but her father nodded in agreement. He had been able to contact a few of the most prominent figures of the world. These creatures were so superior in strength not even their finest weapons had any chance of destroying them.
'They are called Saiyans,' Bulma said while her mother, crying, guided her to the recovery room.
There was a shard of glass sticking out of her right arm. Realizing she needed medical care, she kept quiet and decided to later share her new knowledge. Even her father seemed to be too taken back to listen what she was trying to tell him. It was then she noted her speech was slurring. Her body felt very tired and suddenly her eyelids could no long win against gravity. Everything went dark.
The sound of her own heartbeat woke her up. It was quiet. Her father and mother were sitting next to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father affectionately tucking her mother in with warm blanket and kissing her forehead as she lay resting on the couch.
'You gave us quite a scare,' he said when seeing her eyes were open.
Bulma didn't say anything back, simply giving him a weak smile to acknowledge his words. His face carried a deep frown and suddenly Bulma felt nervous. She tried to get up, wondering if something had happened. If her body was still ok.
'It going to be a long recovery…'
That was all her father said while calming her down and gently placing her head back on the pillow. Her blue eyes stared questionably at him, indicating she knew something was up. He let out a sigh. He looked much older in just twenty-four hours' time. He grabbed a remote and opened the tv.
It was a newscast, to Bulma's surprise. The man was pale and sweaty, and his voice sounded so monotone, it was almost seemed as if was being said by an android.
'The following companies of science and engineering are requested to report for duty….'
Bulma frowned and quickly glanced at her father when noting the many familiar names. Her heart started pounding. Her father grabbed her hand in order to calm her down. She squeezed it tightly.
This simply couldn't be. This is what they were truly after?
'… Dr Briefs and his daughter of Briefs Corporation,'
Bulma stopped listening after that. It stayed awkwardly silent for a few moments. She couldn't quite fathom what had just been announced. If they did not show up, the Saiyans would continue their purge. The faith of the Earth was in their hands and just not because of the Dragon Balls.
'We don't have much of a choice…' her father said.
'What are we supposed to do...?' Bulma whispered.
'Our house is surrounded…'
'By Saiyans?' Bulma asked baffled, wondering if even these thick walls could keep them safe from those savages.
'No,' he shook his head and gave her a pained look.
'Our authorities.'
Of course. Nobody wanted this to continue. The risk was worth the sacrifice, if it just stopped already. Bulma couldn't think of anything to say. She was in complete shock.
'I'll go, you stay here with your mother.'
'What!? No! We are going together! You, me and mom! It always been the three of us!'
'You can't come, Bulma. Not in the condition you are in now. I'll explain that you got hurt during the first attack… I'll tell them you condition is critical. Just maybe we'll get lucky, Bulma! Think about it, if you aren't handed over, then we have a chance! You can use the Dragon Balls— 'to do what? What the hell do I wish for? An army to defeat them? To revive half of the planet? To wish that they never set foot on this earth to begin with!?'
Her outburst silenced him. Perplexed at how one could have such a marvelous power without being able to use it. Her knuckles turned white while squeezing his hand. He squeezed back, reassuring her there was a way out of this. They just hadn't thought of it yet.
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