Note: this fic is set in AU with Chickyuu being destroyed instead of
Vegittasei. Bulma, Yamcha, and Chichi were captured by Freeza while Vegeta
and all the other Saiya-jins lead normal lives until a dispute over a
planet sparks a war between the House of Kold and Vegittasei. B/V, K/CC
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ…*calls offstage 'haven't I read this line enough times?*
Prologue
To everyone he is known as The Ruthless Saiya-jin Prince. Born to rule Vegittasei, destined to become The Legendary. The blood of billions stains his hands. He has killed without mercy or pity. He has destroyed hundreds of worlds in the service and loyalty to the planet he would someday rule. The only emotions he knows are pride, anger, and hate. His name is Vegeta no ouji.
She was born on a planet called Chickyuu to a family you could consider elite. Freeza killed her father and mother and destroyed her planet when he grew bored with their existence. She and two other Chickyuu-jins were spared to be turned into mindless killing machines to serve Freeza's whims. She was useful in more ways than one, her knowledge of technology and the sciences made her valuable to Freeza's empire. She is a genius, but she is also a demon. She has destroyed planets and tortured the innocent just for the fun of it. She is the most powerful female in Freeza's army and her armor and hair are bloody from countless battles and purgings done for the glory of the Kold Empire. She has killed the good, the evil, the intelligent, the weak, and the beautiful, all for her own amusment. Her name is Bulma, The Destroyer.
Chapter 1: wish to be dead…
Bulma hissed a warning as one of the three men tried to make advances towards her. The other two were busy playing with their latest female catch. The helpless woman cried out to her as she walked past, begging for help. Part of Bulma sneered at the woman; her mindset was 'those who ask for help don't deserve it'. The other part was enraged that the other man would dare try and rape her. Not that he could even if he wanted to. The only man on the planet who could rape her was Freeza…but she didn't want to remember that.
Bulma quickened her pace towards the cell she shared with Chichi and Yamcha. Her unruly, light blue hair swished back and forth at the center of her back. At first she tried to keep it clean and nicely cut but that didn't work out. Now the blue locks were jagged and uneven, giving her a rough but dangerous look. Her shoulders flexed and she drew small comfort in the black bladed short sword sheathed to her back. She was also great full for the battle armor she was provided. As one of Freeza's best, she was given a breastplate with the Kold Family Crest engraved below the right shoulder. That symbol meant none of the others could touch her.
Upon reaching her cell she entered her security code and let the red laser beam scan her eyes. The door slid open with a grating sound.
"Hi B-chan," Chichi said from her post in a corner when Bulma sat down on her gray fleece blanket that served for a bed. They all had to sleep on the floor.
The room itself was quite spacious, with three mats at a different corner of the single square room. On one wall was a small electric stove, a gray metal box for clothes and a rickety cubbard with chipped plates and glasses and about ten capsules of food. If you wanted to avoid a fight you'd eat in your own quarters. The mess hall was the pits, literally.
Bulma waved and unclasped the sword on her back and gently set it beside her. "Where's Yamcha?" she asked innocently. Chichi averted her eyes and didn't answer. Bulma mouthed an O. He was with Freeza then. Bulma snorted in disgust. That lizard was really fucked up, one day women, the next day men…he really needed to settle with just one, he was already creepy enough.
"We got a new assignment today B-chan," Chichi whispered, looking back at Bulma. She often used her friend's nickname, it made the few things she had seem more real and comforting. Comfort was more precious than credits (standard money) on Koldsei, or anywhere else in the universe for that matter.
"Who do we kill next?" Bulma asked in a bored tone.
"Some planet called Canassa. They're supposed to be really weak there. It'll be an easy job. We leave tomorrow afternoon."
"Great, I could use some easy killing now, no effort is good," Bulma smiled wickedly and stretched out on the gray mat. Chichi gave her a hard stare.
"Why do you say those things B-chan? You're becoming colder every day," Bulma turned to look at her friend. Chichi was usually okay but sometimes she would go off on fits of innocence and depression and ask Kami why they were in this mess. "Sometimes I can't tell the difference between you and Freeza," her voice trailed off.
Bulma propped herself up on her elbows and looked at her friend as calmly as she could. How dare she say things like that? I am nothing like that bakayaro shithead with a small unit! How could she say that?! Bulma's mind screamed but her voice remained quiet. She looked at Chichi a few more seconds before lying back down and turning over to face the wall. If she was any younger she would have cried, but she had grown up, become strong. At age sixteen she was as tough as any man on the planet and the strongest woman to boot, but that didn't matter. Bulma didn't care about anything accept fighting. Fighting had become her only source to draw comfort from…because everything else she loved was destroyed. Another reason she to be cold, Chichi and Yamcha were the last. They die she's alone, she would protect them the only way she knew how against Freeza. It's strange, she thought. Chichi and I used to be best friends…
The door to the cell opened and Yamcha dragged himself in. Neither Chichi nor Bulma looked at him. They would let him save his pride. Bulma heard Yamcha fall on his own mat with a sickening thud. Then her heart sank as he spoke.
"Freeza wants you next in a few hours, Bulma. A guard will come to pick you up when it's time."
I guess it'll be another forty-eight hours without sleep again, she sighed and curled up into a tight ball clutching her sword to her breast. These were the times she wished she was dead…
Ooooh! What a depressing life…it'll get better soon, I promise, now…REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ…*calls offstage 'haven't I read this line enough times?*
Prologue
To everyone he is known as The Ruthless Saiya-jin Prince. Born to rule Vegittasei, destined to become The Legendary. The blood of billions stains his hands. He has killed without mercy or pity. He has destroyed hundreds of worlds in the service and loyalty to the planet he would someday rule. The only emotions he knows are pride, anger, and hate. His name is Vegeta no ouji.
She was born on a planet called Chickyuu to a family you could consider elite. Freeza killed her father and mother and destroyed her planet when he grew bored with their existence. She and two other Chickyuu-jins were spared to be turned into mindless killing machines to serve Freeza's whims. She was useful in more ways than one, her knowledge of technology and the sciences made her valuable to Freeza's empire. She is a genius, but she is also a demon. She has destroyed planets and tortured the innocent just for the fun of it. She is the most powerful female in Freeza's army and her armor and hair are bloody from countless battles and purgings done for the glory of the Kold Empire. She has killed the good, the evil, the intelligent, the weak, and the beautiful, all for her own amusment. Her name is Bulma, The Destroyer.
Chapter 1: wish to be dead…
Bulma hissed a warning as one of the three men tried to make advances towards her. The other two were busy playing with their latest female catch. The helpless woman cried out to her as she walked past, begging for help. Part of Bulma sneered at the woman; her mindset was 'those who ask for help don't deserve it'. The other part was enraged that the other man would dare try and rape her. Not that he could even if he wanted to. The only man on the planet who could rape her was Freeza…but she didn't want to remember that.
Bulma quickened her pace towards the cell she shared with Chichi and Yamcha. Her unruly, light blue hair swished back and forth at the center of her back. At first she tried to keep it clean and nicely cut but that didn't work out. Now the blue locks were jagged and uneven, giving her a rough but dangerous look. Her shoulders flexed and she drew small comfort in the black bladed short sword sheathed to her back. She was also great full for the battle armor she was provided. As one of Freeza's best, she was given a breastplate with the Kold Family Crest engraved below the right shoulder. That symbol meant none of the others could touch her.
Upon reaching her cell she entered her security code and let the red laser beam scan her eyes. The door slid open with a grating sound.
"Hi B-chan," Chichi said from her post in a corner when Bulma sat down on her gray fleece blanket that served for a bed. They all had to sleep on the floor.
The room itself was quite spacious, with three mats at a different corner of the single square room. On one wall was a small electric stove, a gray metal box for clothes and a rickety cubbard with chipped plates and glasses and about ten capsules of food. If you wanted to avoid a fight you'd eat in your own quarters. The mess hall was the pits, literally.
Bulma waved and unclasped the sword on her back and gently set it beside her. "Where's Yamcha?" she asked innocently. Chichi averted her eyes and didn't answer. Bulma mouthed an O. He was with Freeza then. Bulma snorted in disgust. That lizard was really fucked up, one day women, the next day men…he really needed to settle with just one, he was already creepy enough.
"We got a new assignment today B-chan," Chichi whispered, looking back at Bulma. She often used her friend's nickname, it made the few things she had seem more real and comforting. Comfort was more precious than credits (standard money) on Koldsei, or anywhere else in the universe for that matter.
"Who do we kill next?" Bulma asked in a bored tone.
"Some planet called Canassa. They're supposed to be really weak there. It'll be an easy job. We leave tomorrow afternoon."
"Great, I could use some easy killing now, no effort is good," Bulma smiled wickedly and stretched out on the gray mat. Chichi gave her a hard stare.
"Why do you say those things B-chan? You're becoming colder every day," Bulma turned to look at her friend. Chichi was usually okay but sometimes she would go off on fits of innocence and depression and ask Kami why they were in this mess. "Sometimes I can't tell the difference between you and Freeza," her voice trailed off.
Bulma propped herself up on her elbows and looked at her friend as calmly as she could. How dare she say things like that? I am nothing like that bakayaro shithead with a small unit! How could she say that?! Bulma's mind screamed but her voice remained quiet. She looked at Chichi a few more seconds before lying back down and turning over to face the wall. If she was any younger she would have cried, but she had grown up, become strong. At age sixteen she was as tough as any man on the planet and the strongest woman to boot, but that didn't matter. Bulma didn't care about anything accept fighting. Fighting had become her only source to draw comfort from…because everything else she loved was destroyed. Another reason she to be cold, Chichi and Yamcha were the last. They die she's alone, she would protect them the only way she knew how against Freeza. It's strange, she thought. Chichi and I used to be best friends…
The door to the cell opened and Yamcha dragged himself in. Neither Chichi nor Bulma looked at him. They would let him save his pride. Bulma heard Yamcha fall on his own mat with a sickening thud. Then her heart sank as he spoke.
"Freeza wants you next in a few hours, Bulma. A guard will come to pick you up when it's time."
I guess it'll be another forty-eight hours without sleep again, she sighed and curled up into a tight ball clutching her sword to her breast. These were the times she wished she was dead…
Ooooh! What a depressing life…it'll get better soon, I promise, now…REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!