Note: here's another of my V/B AU's set right after goku kills freeza and
everyone's back on earth and vegeta's staying at capsule corps (CC in the
fic). This story has nothing to do with my dark is bluest fire fic, which
has Bulma as freeza's daughter too. In this one, Bulma isn't as OOC and
she will be kicking some ass later. Rated PG-13 for violence, and cussing.
This may turn into a lemon later.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Chapter 1: unsettling dreams
**Dream**
Bulma sat up in shock as she opened her eyes to find she was not in her bed. She was lying on a concrete floor surrounded in blackness. The floor seemed to glow dully, making itself visible while everything else was pitch black. She shakily got to her feet and looked around, trying to see anything in the blackness that surrounded her.
"Ah, I see you are awake, daughter," an icy voice reverberated through the darkness, sending chills down her spine, but at the same time, made her feel extremely calm…until she heard the 'daughter' bit.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, spinning in circles, trying to locate the direction from which the voice came. Nothing.
Suddenly a harsh laughter filled the air. It was so terrible Bulma had to cover her ears to keep from crying out. She usually didn't mind others seeing her cry, but now she felt…different, like she had changed somehow. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, she just felt strange and alien, and…powerful…This is too confusing, she thought through the laughter.
"Then allow me to clear things up for you, daughter," the voice came again, but this time it was from a localized source. Bulma turned around and came face to face with a short lizard looking creature with purple spots on his head and chest with eyes that could make Death shudder. Bulma gasped.
"No need to be frightened…I would never harm my own flesh and blood, dear Bulma, I have waited so long to reveal your past, and now it is finally time to remind you of who you are. Look," the lizard pointed a finger behind her and as she turned around the black world dropped away. In its place was a luxurious throne room with ice blue carpet and white tapestries covering purple marble walls. On one wall was a painting that made Bulma gasp again.
The painting was of a beautiful woman with long, curly black hair wearing a teal gown that exposed her ample breasts without looking sluty or tacky. But what startled Bulma the most was the woman in the painting looked exactly like her. What's more, the woman was holding a bundle in her arms, a baby with soft whips of sky blue hair. Blue eyes shown like sapphires, peaking out from the blanket. Bulma recognized the baby immediately.
"T-that's me," she gasped and took a few steps back. This dream was really starting to freak her out. Suddenly she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to see the lizard hovering behind her.
"That was Jalaque, my mate…I believe you know who the infant is."
"H-how can this be?" she looked the lizard straight in the eyes, ignoring their coldness and deadly intensity. "Who are you? How did you get here? I want answers NOW!"
The lizard chuckled at his daughter's temper; she really was just like her mother. He smiled at the woman.
"Daughter, I am Lord Freeza. I have come to show you who you really are. I felt you on Namek and would have come to you then but I was…detained," he hissed the last word. Bulma could feel the malice in his voice and strangely, this angered and upset her, but not because she was afraid, far from it in fact, she wanted to punish whatever it was that caused such anger. All of this confused Bulma to no end.
"Freeza…" she repeated the name. "That name sounds farmi—FREEZA!!! Dear Kami…you're the one who destroyed Namek and killed Vegeta and-"
"Enough daughter! Yes I am that Freeza, but none of that matters, once you see who you really are th-" it was Bulma's turn to cut him off.
"NOW HOLD ON!!! You say I'm your daughter…that's crazy, I was born on Chickyuu. Why should I believe a word you say? You're an evil space tyrant warlord," she folded her arms across her chest and glared at her supposed father. All this is insane…there's no way I'm his daughter. One of the guys would have noticed…Vegeta would have noticed—why am I thinking about that arrogant—oh Kami I'm getting nowhere! Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose and started pacing while Freeza looked on in mild amusement. After a while she stopped pacing and walked over to him, an idea forming in her mind.
"Okay...let's just say you are my father…how can you 'remind' me of who I 'really' am? What are you going to do to change me?" denying things would get them nowhere, besides, she was kind of curious as to what Freeza had to say.
Without a word, Freeza snapped his fingers and the scenery changed yet again, this time, they were in a spacious bedroom with an ice-velvet covered four-poster bed with a white wooden vanity with a large, diamond shaped mirror. Freeza took Bulma's elbow and led her towards the mirror. She gasped in surprise. Staring back at her was a vicious looking warrioress with fierce, cat-like eyes, full red lips, pale skin and armor similar to Vegeta's accept it was red and had shoulder protectors that curved up into points just below her ears. Underneath the armor, she wore a black full-length body suit covered with glossy black spider web patterns tied together with red evening gown gloves and knee high, red boots. Her hair, which was once a tangled mass of curls, hung in waves down to her knees, her bangs pulled back with a black circlet with jet-black horns above the ears.
"Dear Kami," she breathed. This was too weird. "I'm really your daughter?" she turned to her father. Freeza smiled an evil smile.
"Yes, you are Bulma. And we will conquer the universe together…but not now. Now you must wake up, I'll come for you soon…your alarm clock is RINGINGGGGGGGG!"
**End Dream**
Bulma bolted up in bed. She clutched her chest and looked around. She was back in her own bed. She quickly reached over and turned her alarm clock off, stood up, and walked over to her closet, pulling the sheet around her unclad body as she went.
She pulled out the orange dress and bolero jacket she picked out the night before and stuck out her tongue. "Uhh! This is so gross! Why did I buy this?" she tossed the dress over her shoulder and dived into the mountain of clothes in her closet.
It seemed like hours before she found something suitable to wear. When she found something she liked she got dressed and went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and ran a comb her knee length hair—knee length hair?!
Bulma looked at her reflection in the mirror. The woman she had seen in her dream was looking back at her with a puzzled expression. Is that really me? This is crazy—then I really am Freeza's daughter—Vegeta's gonna kill me! She shuddered at the thought of Vegeta's reaction to this sudden change in identity. She didn't know much, but she did know that Vegeta hated Freeza more than Goku (which was saying a lot on account of the whole Super Saiya-jin incident). The thought of Vegeta hating her saddened her a bit, she didn't know why, but it did. Well, we'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out, that being said, Bulma skipped out of her bathroom and running down the stairs, her long hair trailing behind her, flapping wildly like a flock of birds. She smiled to herself; this new look may not be so bad!
Ok, here's the deal, I get 5 reviews, chapter 2 comes out. That sounds like a fair deal, I mean, come on, all you have to do is push the button at the bottom of the screen (I really like good reviews ^-^ you can flame if you must but please be constructive!!!)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Chapter 1: unsettling dreams
**Dream**
Bulma sat up in shock as she opened her eyes to find she was not in her bed. She was lying on a concrete floor surrounded in blackness. The floor seemed to glow dully, making itself visible while everything else was pitch black. She shakily got to her feet and looked around, trying to see anything in the blackness that surrounded her.
"Ah, I see you are awake, daughter," an icy voice reverberated through the darkness, sending chills down her spine, but at the same time, made her feel extremely calm…until she heard the 'daughter' bit.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, spinning in circles, trying to locate the direction from which the voice came. Nothing.
Suddenly a harsh laughter filled the air. It was so terrible Bulma had to cover her ears to keep from crying out. She usually didn't mind others seeing her cry, but now she felt…different, like she had changed somehow. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, she just felt strange and alien, and…powerful…This is too confusing, she thought through the laughter.
"Then allow me to clear things up for you, daughter," the voice came again, but this time it was from a localized source. Bulma turned around and came face to face with a short lizard looking creature with purple spots on his head and chest with eyes that could make Death shudder. Bulma gasped.
"No need to be frightened…I would never harm my own flesh and blood, dear Bulma, I have waited so long to reveal your past, and now it is finally time to remind you of who you are. Look," the lizard pointed a finger behind her and as she turned around the black world dropped away. In its place was a luxurious throne room with ice blue carpet and white tapestries covering purple marble walls. On one wall was a painting that made Bulma gasp again.
The painting was of a beautiful woman with long, curly black hair wearing a teal gown that exposed her ample breasts without looking sluty or tacky. But what startled Bulma the most was the woman in the painting looked exactly like her. What's more, the woman was holding a bundle in her arms, a baby with soft whips of sky blue hair. Blue eyes shown like sapphires, peaking out from the blanket. Bulma recognized the baby immediately.
"T-that's me," she gasped and took a few steps back. This dream was really starting to freak her out. Suddenly she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to see the lizard hovering behind her.
"That was Jalaque, my mate…I believe you know who the infant is."
"H-how can this be?" she looked the lizard straight in the eyes, ignoring their coldness and deadly intensity. "Who are you? How did you get here? I want answers NOW!"
The lizard chuckled at his daughter's temper; she really was just like her mother. He smiled at the woman.
"Daughter, I am Lord Freeza. I have come to show you who you really are. I felt you on Namek and would have come to you then but I was…detained," he hissed the last word. Bulma could feel the malice in his voice and strangely, this angered and upset her, but not because she was afraid, far from it in fact, she wanted to punish whatever it was that caused such anger. All of this confused Bulma to no end.
"Freeza…" she repeated the name. "That name sounds farmi—FREEZA!!! Dear Kami…you're the one who destroyed Namek and killed Vegeta and-"
"Enough daughter! Yes I am that Freeza, but none of that matters, once you see who you really are th-" it was Bulma's turn to cut him off.
"NOW HOLD ON!!! You say I'm your daughter…that's crazy, I was born on Chickyuu. Why should I believe a word you say? You're an evil space tyrant warlord," she folded her arms across her chest and glared at her supposed father. All this is insane…there's no way I'm his daughter. One of the guys would have noticed…Vegeta would have noticed—why am I thinking about that arrogant—oh Kami I'm getting nowhere! Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose and started pacing while Freeza looked on in mild amusement. After a while she stopped pacing and walked over to him, an idea forming in her mind.
"Okay...let's just say you are my father…how can you 'remind' me of who I 'really' am? What are you going to do to change me?" denying things would get them nowhere, besides, she was kind of curious as to what Freeza had to say.
Without a word, Freeza snapped his fingers and the scenery changed yet again, this time, they were in a spacious bedroom with an ice-velvet covered four-poster bed with a white wooden vanity with a large, diamond shaped mirror. Freeza took Bulma's elbow and led her towards the mirror. She gasped in surprise. Staring back at her was a vicious looking warrioress with fierce, cat-like eyes, full red lips, pale skin and armor similar to Vegeta's accept it was red and had shoulder protectors that curved up into points just below her ears. Underneath the armor, she wore a black full-length body suit covered with glossy black spider web patterns tied together with red evening gown gloves and knee high, red boots. Her hair, which was once a tangled mass of curls, hung in waves down to her knees, her bangs pulled back with a black circlet with jet-black horns above the ears.
"Dear Kami," she breathed. This was too weird. "I'm really your daughter?" she turned to her father. Freeza smiled an evil smile.
"Yes, you are Bulma. And we will conquer the universe together…but not now. Now you must wake up, I'll come for you soon…your alarm clock is RINGINGGGGGGGG!"
**End Dream**
Bulma bolted up in bed. She clutched her chest and looked around. She was back in her own bed. She quickly reached over and turned her alarm clock off, stood up, and walked over to her closet, pulling the sheet around her unclad body as she went.
She pulled out the orange dress and bolero jacket she picked out the night before and stuck out her tongue. "Uhh! This is so gross! Why did I buy this?" she tossed the dress over her shoulder and dived into the mountain of clothes in her closet.
It seemed like hours before she found something suitable to wear. When she found something she liked she got dressed and went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and ran a comb her knee length hair—knee length hair?!
Bulma looked at her reflection in the mirror. The woman she had seen in her dream was looking back at her with a puzzled expression. Is that really me? This is crazy—then I really am Freeza's daughter—Vegeta's gonna kill me! She shuddered at the thought of Vegeta's reaction to this sudden change in identity. She didn't know much, but she did know that Vegeta hated Freeza more than Goku (which was saying a lot on account of the whole Super Saiya-jin incident). The thought of Vegeta hating her saddened her a bit, she didn't know why, but it did. Well, we'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out, that being said, Bulma skipped out of her bathroom and running down the stairs, her long hair trailing behind her, flapping wildly like a flock of birds. She smiled to herself; this new look may not be so bad!
Ok, here's the deal, I get 5 reviews, chapter 2 comes out. That sounds like a fair deal, I mean, come on, all you have to do is push the button at the bottom of the screen (I really like good reviews ^-^ you can flame if you must but please be constructive!!!)