The Paths We Walk
By Shasta
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Disclaimer: If i owned Dragonball Z, you would be scared. VERY scared.
A/N: Here's my first shot at a Vegeta/Bulma get-together. It's NOT set during those infamous '3 years'. It's my take on what could have happened had Vegeta and Bulma met on Vejitazi. This is an A/U and i hope you like it.. Please go easy on me with reviews cuz this is my first V/B. Also, the only characters i own are Karra (pronounces Car-rah), Atari, Mingu, Minesta and Sharia. (a cookie to whoever can spot the food/name puns!) Okay, enough of my rambling! On with the show! ************************************************************** It was a peaceful day on the planet Vejitazi. The sky was it's usual shade of lavender, dotted with clouds of baby pink. Down in the courtyard of the imperial palace, servents and slaves alike went about their merry ways. Among the many people hurrying about the courtyard, was a slave girl named Bulma. She was well known to the servents of the palace as a kind, gentle young girl.
(A/N: I know Bulma's really OOC, but this IS my first V/B...)
Bulma was also known for her ravishing beauty. Even in the ragged dress she wore, she glowed with beauty. Her long, aquamarine hair hung loose, falling to her collorbone in wavy tendrils. Her eyes were midnight blue and they sparkled like two quatrz stones set into her sharp-featured face.
All her life she had been a slave to the King's family. Her mother, a lowly flower girl, had died giving birth to her, her father, a warrior in the imperial army, was killed in battle many years ago and as a result of being orphanned, she was forced to work as a slave to Princess Sharia.
Bulma carried her mistresse's laundry in her arms as she made her way up the marble steps leading into the palace.
"Good day, Bulma!" said a fellow slave girl, her hair a deep, deep shade of blue, cropped short and spikey, several locks hanging in emerald green eyes.
"Oh! Hello, Minesta! Busy with your dutys?" said Bulma.
Minesta sighed heavily. "Mingu is working me to the bone, the lazy geezer! I've had to wash his laundry, feed his pet tiger, repair his hooverboard and Kami knows what else!"
Bulma chuckled. "Ah, Minesta, don't worry....it could be worse. You could be a slave to the King! How is Karra, anyway?" Bulma's face turned serious.
Minesta shook her head. "Broken pelvis and many other horrific injurys. That king is a hoffific bastard, Bulma.."she whispered low.
"Why does he rape his slaves when he has a wife to provide...um....well, you know...?"said Bulma.
Minesta crossed her arms behind her head and looked up at the cyrstal chandelier on the ceiling. "Beats the heck outta me...maybe Queen Atari is'nt sasifying him....."
Bulma shrugged. "Guess we'll never know...what you up to after you finish your dutys?"
"Right now, all i wanna do is sleep."Minesta said.
The two girls both laughed as they walked down the long hall...
Bulma set Sharia's clothes down on the bed and sighed to herself. All she wanted to do now was to curl up on her animal skins and sleep for a while...
Princess Sharia entered the room gracefully. She was the eldest of the King and Queen's two children at the age of 20. Sharia had a head of extremly spikey black hair fleaked with auburn high- lights, styled to stick out at the back with several bangs hanging in her chocalate brown eyes.
Her long, silver-and-gold trimmed dress swayed as she made her way to the bed. She picked up one of her dresses, inpected it for any damage, shrugged and trew it in a pile onto the floor.
"Slave, you are relieved of duties untill further notice. Now get out of my site before i blast you into the next millenium."she said, her gravelly voice (think Frieza's voice) making Bulma whince slightly.
Bulma nodded and bowed, then left the room and turned down the hall towards the infirmery.
She knocked on the door. A few minutes passed before a large, purple skinned demoness with thin rimmed glasses, answered.
"Ahh, Bulma! What can i do for ya?"said the demoness, opening the door all the way.
Bulma stepped inside. "I'm here to see Karra, if if you don't mind, Diaga."she said.
Diaga waved a hand in front of her. "Not at all, Bulma. She's down in the bed at the end of room. She's awake but weak. I gave her plenty of morphine but i'm afraid she won't be fully healed untill we replelish our stocks of Stenzu Beans." she said.
Bulma thanked her and walked down towards the bed, passing various patients in different states of injury and health.
She came to the bed were her friend Karra lay. Karra was sitting up, whincing in pain, her dark green skin covered in cuts and bruises, her pearly white hair in a mass of tangles and her eyes clenched shut from pain.
"Karra-chan..it's me, Bulma..are you alright?"Bulma said, gently placing a hand on her friends shoulder.
"It...it hurts so much.." Karra cried, tears flowing from her violet eyes.
Bulma suddenly felt a wave of anger surge through the Saiyajin blood in her veins. She did'nt just want to have revenge on the King for harming Karra...no, she wanted to kill him...to see him writh in pain like Karra had done at his hands..to see him suffer...see him die a slow, agonising death....
"Bulma....avenge me..."Karra said, staring up at Bulma, the light in her violet eyes slowly beginning to fade..
"KARRA! No! Don't let go!"Bulma said, noting the look of approching death in her friend's eyes.
"Saranova keoko masenko....gia kemeta...."Karra breathed, before the fire that had once burned so bright in her eyes was intinguished forever.
"KAARRAAAAAAA!!!"screamed Bulma.
Diaga, on hearing Bulma's crys, raced down to the end of the bed. "What happened.....OH DEAR KAMI! Karra..........no..!"Diaga said, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.
Bulma hung her head. "Saranova keoko masenko.....'Avenge my death'......gia kemeta...'Bring peace'.."she said, translating Karra's last words. She hung her head in sorrow and slowly walked to the door.
"Do not worry, Karra....you're death shall be avenged..."she whispered, before she exited the infirmary without a backwards glance. Her mission? To kill the King and avenge her fallen friend........
A/N: Well? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Lemme know by clicking that sexiful little button on the bottom lefthand corner of your screens! Next chapter, Bulma meets her match....
~Peace, Love And Everything!~
~*Shasta*~ ************************************************ ~30th October, 2002~
A/N: Here's my first shot at a Vegeta/Bulma get-together. It's NOT set during those infamous '3 years'. It's my take on what could have happened had Vegeta and Bulma met on Vejitazi. This is an A/U and i hope you like it.. Please go easy on me with reviews cuz this is my first V/B. Also, the only characters i own are Karra (pronounces Car-rah), Atari, Mingu, Minesta and Sharia. (a cookie to whoever can spot the food/name puns!) Okay, enough of my rambling! On with the show! ************************************************************** It was a peaceful day on the planet Vejitazi. The sky was it's usual shade of lavender, dotted with clouds of baby pink. Down in the courtyard of the imperial palace, servents and slaves alike went about their merry ways. Among the many people hurrying about the courtyard, was a slave girl named Bulma. She was well known to the servents of the palace as a kind, gentle young girl.
(A/N: I know Bulma's really OOC, but this IS my first V/B...)
Bulma was also known for her ravishing beauty. Even in the ragged dress she wore, she glowed with beauty. Her long, aquamarine hair hung loose, falling to her collorbone in wavy tendrils. Her eyes were midnight blue and they sparkled like two quatrz stones set into her sharp-featured face.
All her life she had been a slave to the King's family. Her mother, a lowly flower girl, had died giving birth to her, her father, a warrior in the imperial army, was killed in battle many years ago and as a result of being orphanned, she was forced to work as a slave to Princess Sharia.
Bulma carried her mistresse's laundry in her arms as she made her way up the marble steps leading into the palace.
"Good day, Bulma!" said a fellow slave girl, her hair a deep, deep shade of blue, cropped short and spikey, several locks hanging in emerald green eyes.
"Oh! Hello, Minesta! Busy with your dutys?" said Bulma.
Minesta sighed heavily. "Mingu is working me to the bone, the lazy geezer! I've had to wash his laundry, feed his pet tiger, repair his hooverboard and Kami knows what else!"
Bulma chuckled. "Ah, Minesta, don't worry....it could be worse. You could be a slave to the King! How is Karra, anyway?" Bulma's face turned serious.
Minesta shook her head. "Broken pelvis and many other horrific injurys. That king is a hoffific bastard, Bulma.."she whispered low.
"Why does he rape his slaves when he has a wife to provide...um....well, you know...?"said Bulma.
Minesta crossed her arms behind her head and looked up at the cyrstal chandelier on the ceiling. "Beats the heck outta me...maybe Queen Atari is'nt sasifying him....."
Bulma shrugged. "Guess we'll never know...what you up to after you finish your dutys?"
"Right now, all i wanna do is sleep."Minesta said.
The two girls both laughed as they walked down the long hall...
Bulma set Sharia's clothes down on the bed and sighed to herself. All she wanted to do now was to curl up on her animal skins and sleep for a while...
Princess Sharia entered the room gracefully. She was the eldest of the King and Queen's two children at the age of 20. Sharia had a head of extremly spikey black hair fleaked with auburn high- lights, styled to stick out at the back with several bangs hanging in her chocalate brown eyes.
Her long, silver-and-gold trimmed dress swayed as she made her way to the bed. She picked up one of her dresses, inpected it for any damage, shrugged and trew it in a pile onto the floor.
"Slave, you are relieved of duties untill further notice. Now get out of my site before i blast you into the next millenium."she said, her gravelly voice (think Frieza's voice) making Bulma whince slightly.
Bulma nodded and bowed, then left the room and turned down the hall towards the infirmery.
She knocked on the door. A few minutes passed before a large, purple skinned demoness with thin rimmed glasses, answered.
"Ahh, Bulma! What can i do for ya?"said the demoness, opening the door all the way.
Bulma stepped inside. "I'm here to see Karra, if if you don't mind, Diaga."she said.
Diaga waved a hand in front of her. "Not at all, Bulma. She's down in the bed at the end of room. She's awake but weak. I gave her plenty of morphine but i'm afraid she won't be fully healed untill we replelish our stocks of Stenzu Beans." she said.
Bulma thanked her and walked down towards the bed, passing various patients in different states of injury and health.
She came to the bed were her friend Karra lay. Karra was sitting up, whincing in pain, her dark green skin covered in cuts and bruises, her pearly white hair in a mass of tangles and her eyes clenched shut from pain.
"Karra-chan..it's me, Bulma..are you alright?"Bulma said, gently placing a hand on her friends shoulder.
"It...it hurts so much.." Karra cried, tears flowing from her violet eyes.
Bulma suddenly felt a wave of anger surge through the Saiyajin blood in her veins. She did'nt just want to have revenge on the King for harming Karra...no, she wanted to kill him...to see him writh in pain like Karra had done at his hands..to see him suffer...see him die a slow, agonising death....
"Bulma....avenge me..."Karra said, staring up at Bulma, the light in her violet eyes slowly beginning to fade..
"KARRA! No! Don't let go!"Bulma said, noting the look of approching death in her friend's eyes.
"Saranova keoko masenko....gia kemeta...."Karra breathed, before the fire that had once burned so bright in her eyes was intinguished forever.
"KAARRAAAAAAA!!!"screamed Bulma.
Diaga, on hearing Bulma's crys, raced down to the end of the bed. "What happened.....OH DEAR KAMI! Karra..........no..!"Diaga said, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.
Bulma hung her head. "Saranova keoko masenko.....'Avenge my death'......gia kemeta...'Bring peace'.."she said, translating Karra's last words. She hung her head in sorrow and slowly walked to the door.
"Do not worry, Karra....you're death shall be avenged..."she whispered, before she exited the infirmary without a backwards glance. Her mission? To kill the King and avenge her fallen friend........
A/N: Well? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Lemme know by clicking that sexiful little button on the bottom lefthand corner of your screens! Next chapter, Bulma meets her match....
~Peace, Love And Everything!~
~*Shasta*~ ************************************************ ~30th October, 2002~