I own nothing! This story is a vision I had after watching the movie Live. Die. Repeat. This story is going to be somewhat like that movie, but with my own twists and of course with Bulma and Vegeta being the main characters.
warning: cussing and violence, you have been warned. And expect it to be within most of the chapters in this story
Enjoy!
** This chapter has been now updated. I have met someone from AO3 who has offered to correct the errors with in my chapters. So a huge shout out to GrammarGrrl, thank you so much!
Chapter one: Presentation fail
Knock knock... Knock knock tap tap knock.
Bulma stirred in her sleep, who could be knocking at her door at this hour? With a loud groan, she grabbed the edge of her blanket and pulled it over her head as she rolled onto her stomach.
Her door slowly squeaked open, "Sweetheart," her father whispered as he slowly stepped into her room. "Time to get up. We have to go show our inventions to the King."
Bulma's eyes snapped open and she quickly shot up in bed. The presentation was today, she totally forgot about the presentation. How could she do that? She and her father had traveled from their home planet, Earth, to this planet, Vegetasei to try to assist with the war or the universe. And this planet was full of the most ruthless, strongest, dangerous, bloodthirsty savages of the entire universe.
Well, that was until the mimics came along.
The mimics have been a plague all over the entire universe, conquering and destroying planets all over, bringing on the beginning of the war of the universe. No one knew where they came from or why they were doing it. But in order to get rid of this plague, they all had to work together. And so, here Bulma and her father were, the two smartest people of the whole universe working with the strongest of the universe. Both trying to reach a common goal.
True Prince Vegeta, the son of King Vegeta, the next rightful ruler of Vegetasei, had great success with killing multiple of these mimics. And from the looks of it, with great ease. But sadly, during a battle, he had been badly injured, and now it looked like he might have hit a wall and required some help or a boost to push him above and beyond to finally, once and for all, put an end to the mimics.
Bulma swung her legs over the side of the bed and ran to her desk. She gathered all of the blueprints and spun around facing her father. "You think we should show him this too?" Her nerves were on edge, The King and Prince of Vegetasei, no matter how useful you might appear to them, were very well known for their short tempers and quick decisions on killing people. You show them anything short of satisfactory, and you will be enslaved or if you're lucky dead on the spot.
Her father glanced down at the papers in his daughter's hands, "This invention is a great idea, but you have not fully finished the calculations on it. I'm afraid of what the King or Prince will do if you show them something not complete." He held up a small circular bot that was in his hand. The bot was built to be the perfect sparring tool for the Prince, ricocheting all blasts off of it back to the attacker. The Prince always boasted that he was the strongest fighter and that no one was good enough to fight him. So Bulma and her father made this bot so that Vegeta may fight the strongest fighter at all times, himself. "We will show them this one today, and then once you have fully completed those blueprints, we will present that one to them. Once they accept this one, we will tell them that a bonus invention was well on the way. Kind of give them a reason to keep us around."
Bulma sighed in disappointment, her father was right. She could not show the King and Prince an incomplete invention, she would be dead on the spot for sure. "You're right," she folded the blueprints and tucked them into her back pocket. "Let's go."
Her father reached out and placed a soft hand onto her shoulder, "Don't worry my daughter, everything will be ok."
She wrapped her arms around her father in a warm hug, "I hope your right, father." They each clung to each other, enjoying the warm father-daughter hug. But there was a knot in the pit of Bulma's stomach like this might be the last time she will be able to hug her father like this. No... she can't be thinking like that. She pushed the feeling away as she pulled from her father and smiled up at him. Everything was going to be ok, more then anything now she needed to believe that.
They gathered all the little bots that they were going to present to the King and Prince and made their way out of their little house. Their little house was nothing more than just a small hut out in the boonies of the main city. It was nowhere near what Bulma was used to living in, her mansion of a house back at Earth. Or well, ruins of a mansion now, the mimics destroyed it. But once they give this invention to the Prince, he will be able to train and become stronger than ever and finally kill all of the mimics. And she and her father will be able to rebuild the mansion and go back to living their lavish life.
It's surprising how fast time flies when you are beyond nervous... because before she knew it they were already at the front of the palace gates and then shortly after kneeling in front of the King and Prince. She needs to get her nerves under control, if she is to impress the King and Prince with the invention they are presenting she needs to be level headed and confident in her and her father's work.
"You may rise," The King's voice boomed, echoing off the walls in the throne room.
She stood, squaring her shoulders as she locked eyes with the King. He wasn't really a tall man but he did have a large presence about himself. Dark brown hair that defied gravity, flowing straight up in the shape of a flame. Piercing black eyes and a permanent scowl on his face, dressed with a brown goatee. And he wore the traditional Sayain royal clothing, white and black armor that proudly featured the royal crest on his right chest plate and a red cape that always majestically flowed behind him as he walked. His son- the Prince, who was casually leaning against the royal throne, was the spitting image of the King. The only difference was, of course, the King was showing age lines on his face and the Prince had black hair, not brown. And the Prince kept his face clean-shaven, definitely giving him a more handsome and younger look.
The King leaned forward in his throne, resting his elbows on his knees, most likely already getting impatient with them. "So Dr. Briefs," the King said coldly. "What do you have to show us? And just know, if I think you are wasting my time... I will not hesitate to kill you."
Her father gulped down his nerves and quickly lifted the circular bot up, presenting it to the King. "This here, Your Grace, is a sparring bot," her father began and was about to explain the purpose of it but the King and Prince had already lost interest the moment they saw a 'small circular robot'.
"What is this?" The Prince sneered. "Some kind of insult? I requested something to help make me stronger! And you bring me a weak piece of junk?!" Bulma could already see the anger burn inside of the Prince- he truly did have a short temper.
"No, your Highness. This will prove its usefulness, I promise you." She could feel her father begin to shake next to her, knowing that they were treading in dangerous waters. And before they even could show them what their work could do...
"What a waste of time," the King muttered as he slowly raised a finger toward her father, and without hesitation fired a small ki blast that pierced right through her father's skull.
Bulma stood there in complete shock as she watched her father fall to the floor, a scorched hole plain as day in the middle of his forehead. The tears were already flowing like a waterfall from her eyes before her father's body even hit the floor. "Nooo!" She screamed as she fell to her knees, reaching out to her father with shaking hands. Her heart ached and shattered as she looked at her now-dead father. How could the King do this? Was he really that cruel, to kill someone so quickly? And without real rhyme or reason.
"A complete waste of time," she heard the King mumble.
Oh shit! He was going to kill her too!
She snapped her blurry vision toward the King, he was already lazily pointing this finger toward her. The Prince had lifted himself up from leaning on the throne and was slowly making his way out. If she wanted to live, too avenge her family she had to act quickly.
The blast left his finger heading straight for her but it had hit the target that she wanted him to hit. At the very last second, she lifted the bot in front of her face, blocking the blast from hitting her and sending it straight back to the King.
The King was so surprised, he did not have enough time to react as his own blast flew straight back toward him and hit him in the chest.
And now he's pissed.
But no matter how much Bulma's body was retaliating against her, wanting to do nothing more than to curl on the floor and scream her heart out, she had to remain strong. She still had more to do to be able to remain alive, and she had to act fast. She stood up on her feet and glared daggers at the King, putting on her best 'I mean business' face. Tears still flowing down her face like salty rivers.
"You see? They work!" she yelled, letting her own anger fuel her. "These bots are the perfect sparring equipment for the Prince! No matter what attack you send to them, they will send it right back just as strong!" She lifted the bot up, and with a shaky hand pressed a button that sent it floating up into the air. She did the same thing to the three other bots that she had in her bag. Her body was beginning to shake uncontrollably. The pain of losing her father- so quickly so suddenly, who lay motionless right next to her, beginning to overpower her and her will to survive.
No, she must push on.
She looked back up toward the King. He was now standing out of his throne, his scowl deeper then it was before showing just how infuriated he was. But, she could tell she had his attention now. Along with the Prince's, he had turned back around and was intensely watching her and her bots.
"They can fly about while you train, executing multiple different attack modes," her voice began to quiver as she spoke. "The stronger you get, the stronger they get. And I promise you, these bots... All these bots that my FATHER," She pointed a rigid finger toward her father's lifeless body, making the King and Prince dart their eyes toward him, "and I built FOR YOU will make you stronger! Just what you asked for."
She snapped, that was all she could muster as she fell to her hands and knees and just let the pain flow out of her. Her cries of misery and pain were all that was heard throughout the throne room as everyone else just stood there. She had no idea why no one had acted out against her, punished her maybe for 'technically' attacking the King. But she no longer cared, her father was dead. She just wanted to lay there on the floor and cry.
Prince Vegeta stood there completely taken back by the woman's outburst. No one had ever yelled at his father like that, or him for that matter. And this woman had just handed him and his fathers ass in an all-out screech fest.
It was oddly very attractive. But this crying she was doing now... no that is not attractive. He cleared his throat and went to stand next to his father.
"I think you might have gone a bit to far this time father, killing the Doctor so soon. His bots do indeed show promise."
"Yes," King Vegeta said. "Well, at least we still have his daughter to thank then. She can build more of these... sparring bots."
Prince Vegeta raised an eyebrow at this, "You think she is going to do anything else for us? You did just kill her father..."
"Enslave her," King Vegeta turned on his heels to leave the throne room. "She will have no choice but to work for us then... If she wants to live. Now go and show her where she will be working." And with that the King was gone, leaving Prince Vegeta to deal with the crying woman.
Vegeta let out a heavy sigh, fucking fantastic, this day could not get any worse. Slowly he made his way over to the broken woman on the floor and stopped just short of a foot away. He crossed his arms looking at her pathetic form, only the weak cry for the dead.
"Get up woman," he said coldly, his deep voice shaking her out of her crying stupor.
"Just fucking kill me already," she whined.
"You are more useful to use alive than dead."
Her crying slowed down to small sniffles as she pushed herself up to look at him. Her eyes were red and full of firey rage. "You killed my father, he would have been just as useful to you as I am."
"Correction," Vegeta leaned forward and held up one of his pointer fingers. "My father, the King, killed him. Not I."
"So?!" she snapped. "My father is still dead! Why would I ever do anything more for you and your royal family?"
"Because you want revenge now. I can see it in your eyes."
Her eyes widened and her body stopped shaking, "And you are going to let me live knowing that?"
"I could care less, it's not like you can really do anything. I just care if you can make me stronger." He straightened his back and recrossed his arms over his chest, "Now get up."
She looked down at her father's dead body, "What about my father?"
"His body will go to the incinerators." Her shoulders began to shake again as another wave of tears began to fall. Vegeta squeezed his eyes tight and let out a heavy sigh. "I will have his ashes brought to your barracks if you would like."
She looked up at him, shock written all over her face. "Y-you would do that for me?"
With a deep growl, Vegeta quickly averted his eyes away from her crystal blue ones. Even after shedding so many tears, those eyes were very intoxicatingly beautiful. "Not if you don't get up woman."
With a heavy sigh, she leaned into her father's dead body, whispered something to him, and kissed his cheek. Then with much struggling and determination, she stood up on her wobbly legs.
"Good," he then swiftly waked past her and led her to the engineering wing. He was going to give her a full tour of the area but thought against it, she would not be able to grasp much in her current state. So instead he just led her to her own private room, he stopped by the door and opened it allowing her to enter first.
"This will be your sleeping quarters. Bardock, our head scientist, will send someone for you in the morning to show you how to go about your day." He was going to close the door and leave her after that, but that did not feel quite right to him. "I am giving you the rest of the day off... to mourn for your father. But by morning, be ready." And with that, he closed the door and left her to mourn.
Boom! And that is Chapter one. Ya, I know that was harsh of me to already have a death in the first chapter, and for it to be Bulma's father TT_TT. But hey! expect a lot of that in this story. Your heart strings are going to be pulled!
Please review! see you in the next chapter!