Title- Endless
Author- Wind Nymph
Rated- R
Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT
Chapter One
Bulma stared numbly out of the large window. In her mind all she saw was the traitors she had once loved- Goku and her own father. They had let her go. They had given her to the Saiyans. Her deep blue eyes were stinging as sadness engulfed her, but no tears came. She would not show love for those who do not love her. He couldn't even look at her as she was dragged away by the ruthless prince- her own father! He didn't have the first objection. And now she found herself resting her small hand on the thick glass trying to reach out for the blue planet she once called home, but it only got smaller and smaller as it gre farther and farther away.
"I don't know why you are so sad Blue." another female voice broke through the silence. In the doorway stood a tall slender woman with long blond hair and bright green eyes. "I mean, look around. This isn't exactly a dungeon, far from it actually." This was the first time Bulma had taken the time to look around the room she was thrown into. The woman was right. Everything was so large and luxurious. The color scheme consisted of Royal Blue and Gold. Her bed was massive, she even had clean clothes here, as a matter of fact- they were exactly her size. in the corner there was a machine that was unmistakenly a computer of some sort and next to it was a drawing table with every tool or supply that she could possibly need. On the other side of the room there was a golden door that stood ajar so that Bulma could barely see the bathroom beyond- it was fit for a queen.
"I trust it is too your liking?" The woman asked with a satisfied smirk. Bulma turned her dead gaze, once so full of life, to the woman and nodded. "Good, you have no idea how hard it was to get all of this on such short notice."
It took a moment for what she had said to sink in, but it did. With a slight twitch of her brow she took in a deep, rigid breath. "This... all of this was put in here for me?"
"Yes, ofcourse."
Bulma shook her head in disagreement. "But... I was a last minute addition.. all of this would have taken.."
"Three months." the woman chimed in.
"But.." she whispered suddenly finding herself sliding her back down the wall and landing on the comfortable carpet. "That would mean that they.. that my father..."
"It is okay doll. It was for the good of your planet. My name is Sandra by the way." she said with a giggle.
But Bulma was not listening. "They knew?" she whispered in disbelief. "They knew the Saiyans were coming and they agreed to give me to them!" as she spoke her voice cracked from fighting back the tears that wanted to badly to run freely down her face.
Sandra raised her eyebrows to give off a caring, sympethetic look. "it is for the best. Think of it, now Earth will remain happy and live, and we Saiyans have a chance against Freiza."
"What?" Bulma asked taking the opportunity to lift her head from her knees.
"Hm? Oh, Frieza. He is a tyrant trying to control the Saiyans, but with your help...."
"Help?" she choked out cutting off the surprised Sandra. "What could possibly make you think that I would EVER assist you? You and your Prince tore me away from my home, and everything I loved!"
Sandra smiled weakly, "But, if you don't help us, we will all die- Even you."
"I DON'T CARE! What is the point of living if life is so cruel?" Bulma asked, "why would I want to go on with this life? What makes it worth it?"
Sandra stared blankly at Bulma, who was now crying, for a whole minute before standing. "Your gown and make up are in the bathroom. An escort will be to fetch you shortly." she said coldly as she walked to the door.
"Gown?"
"Yes. Your gown for the ceromony, tonight the prince you love so much, becomes the king of all Saiyans." And with that she left Bulma alone in her massive room and walked to the other side of the ship where the throne room was located.
~~~~~
"Sire?" Sandra asked cautiously as she peeked into the room.
"Yes? Enter." King Vegeta called and watched her every move as she strode into the room. "Ah, Sandra. Have you been to see the girl? How is our little genius?"
"Broken sire." she responded and continued to stare at her feet. "She is not as we were informed. She is not full of energy, but instead sadness has taken her over. It is visible in her eyes. She feels betrayed and expresses strongly that she wished to not help us in our battle with Frieza."
"Do not worry about that father." the prince spoke from the shadows where he was staring blankly out of a window. "If the woman refuses to assist us I will despose of her and simply train double time to ascend to Super Saiyan."
"Do not act rashly my son." the king stated as he stroked his beird. "We need her in this battle. She is the key, I know it."
Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows and turned to face his father, "What is this talk of a key? You have been discussing it for years with the generals and here I am, your son, who will be king in exactly three hours and know nothing of this key."
"You will know soon enough. I am afraid you must discover it on your own. Besides, to tell you the truth even I don't completly understand. In legend it speaks of a woman who is the key to the Saiyan King. This key will help him defeat the deadliest of tyrants, or Frieza in modern day terms."
Vegeta growled in anger and frustration, "A woman is to assist in the downfall of Frieza.. it is an outrage! I gaurantee as King that I not only will take down Frieza but I will do it by myse.."
"Do not be foolish!" The mighty king boomed. "We need her. She is a valuble weapon, she can help you. As of now I am still the king and my word is law."
"Well, this is something we shall have to remedy isn't it?" Vegeta scowled and swiftly held a hand on the left breast plate of his fathers armor. "Sleep well." he said deeply before shooting a whole through the muscular chest of his father. Sandra gasped aloud and quickly cover her mouth, but it was too late, Vegeta had seen her as a witness. So, instead of graveling, which was the norm, she held her head high.'
"Why?" she demanded. "You and your father had a very close relationship! There was love between you! Why would you do such a thing?"
At first the new king was a little taken aback, but he soon recomposed himself. "My father was the final obsticle in a course to my throne. I just over came him is all. No one orders me around." he said as he bent down and picked up the golden crown that had fallen to the ground a few seconds before and placed it in his unruley hair. "You have shown courage just now. Therefore I am raising your rate. You are no longer a common slave. You will be a caretaker and start out at 23 inx (inx is my own made up currency) per hour. You will attend the human."
Sandra nodded respectfully and mumbled a thank you before leaving the room and heading to her sleeping chambers. She needed to prepare for the ceremony.. It would be a high insult to miss such an event. She would also need to check on Bulma. For Bulma to not show up could mean death, not only to the foolish girl,. but for her as well, as she was not her official caretaker.
~~~
AN- Hey guys, as you may have or have not noticed, Sandra was a pretty big char,. in this chap. but she is still just the caretaker. ^_^ haha, i only used her to get from Bulma to Vegeta.
Author- Wind Nymph
Rated- R
Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT
Chapter One
Bulma stared numbly out of the large window. In her mind all she saw was the traitors she had once loved- Goku and her own father. They had let her go. They had given her to the Saiyans. Her deep blue eyes were stinging as sadness engulfed her, but no tears came. She would not show love for those who do not love her. He couldn't even look at her as she was dragged away by the ruthless prince- her own father! He didn't have the first objection. And now she found herself resting her small hand on the thick glass trying to reach out for the blue planet she once called home, but it only got smaller and smaller as it gre farther and farther away.
"I don't know why you are so sad Blue." another female voice broke through the silence. In the doorway stood a tall slender woman with long blond hair and bright green eyes. "I mean, look around. This isn't exactly a dungeon, far from it actually." This was the first time Bulma had taken the time to look around the room she was thrown into. The woman was right. Everything was so large and luxurious. The color scheme consisted of Royal Blue and Gold. Her bed was massive, she even had clean clothes here, as a matter of fact- they were exactly her size. in the corner there was a machine that was unmistakenly a computer of some sort and next to it was a drawing table with every tool or supply that she could possibly need. On the other side of the room there was a golden door that stood ajar so that Bulma could barely see the bathroom beyond- it was fit for a queen.
"I trust it is too your liking?" The woman asked with a satisfied smirk. Bulma turned her dead gaze, once so full of life, to the woman and nodded. "Good, you have no idea how hard it was to get all of this on such short notice."
It took a moment for what she had said to sink in, but it did. With a slight twitch of her brow she took in a deep, rigid breath. "This... all of this was put in here for me?"
"Yes, ofcourse."
Bulma shook her head in disagreement. "But... I was a last minute addition.. all of this would have taken.."
"Three months." the woman chimed in.
"But.." she whispered suddenly finding herself sliding her back down the wall and landing on the comfortable carpet. "That would mean that they.. that my father..."
"It is okay doll. It was for the good of your planet. My name is Sandra by the way." she said with a giggle.
But Bulma was not listening. "They knew?" she whispered in disbelief. "They knew the Saiyans were coming and they agreed to give me to them!" as she spoke her voice cracked from fighting back the tears that wanted to badly to run freely down her face.
Sandra raised her eyebrows to give off a caring, sympethetic look. "it is for the best. Think of it, now Earth will remain happy and live, and we Saiyans have a chance against Freiza."
"What?" Bulma asked taking the opportunity to lift her head from her knees.
"Hm? Oh, Frieza. He is a tyrant trying to control the Saiyans, but with your help...."
"Help?" she choked out cutting off the surprised Sandra. "What could possibly make you think that I would EVER assist you? You and your Prince tore me away from my home, and everything I loved!"
Sandra smiled weakly, "But, if you don't help us, we will all die- Even you."
"I DON'T CARE! What is the point of living if life is so cruel?" Bulma asked, "why would I want to go on with this life? What makes it worth it?"
Sandra stared blankly at Bulma, who was now crying, for a whole minute before standing. "Your gown and make up are in the bathroom. An escort will be to fetch you shortly." she said coldly as she walked to the door.
"Gown?"
"Yes. Your gown for the ceromony, tonight the prince you love so much, becomes the king of all Saiyans." And with that she left Bulma alone in her massive room and walked to the other side of the ship where the throne room was located.
~~~~~
"Sire?" Sandra asked cautiously as she peeked into the room.
"Yes? Enter." King Vegeta called and watched her every move as she strode into the room. "Ah, Sandra. Have you been to see the girl? How is our little genius?"
"Broken sire." she responded and continued to stare at her feet. "She is not as we were informed. She is not full of energy, but instead sadness has taken her over. It is visible in her eyes. She feels betrayed and expresses strongly that she wished to not help us in our battle with Frieza."
"Do not worry about that father." the prince spoke from the shadows where he was staring blankly out of a window. "If the woman refuses to assist us I will despose of her and simply train double time to ascend to Super Saiyan."
"Do not act rashly my son." the king stated as he stroked his beird. "We need her in this battle. She is the key, I know it."
Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows and turned to face his father, "What is this talk of a key? You have been discussing it for years with the generals and here I am, your son, who will be king in exactly three hours and know nothing of this key."
"You will know soon enough. I am afraid you must discover it on your own. Besides, to tell you the truth even I don't completly understand. In legend it speaks of a woman who is the key to the Saiyan King. This key will help him defeat the deadliest of tyrants, or Frieza in modern day terms."
Vegeta growled in anger and frustration, "A woman is to assist in the downfall of Frieza.. it is an outrage! I gaurantee as King that I not only will take down Frieza but I will do it by myse.."
"Do not be foolish!" The mighty king boomed. "We need her. She is a valuble weapon, she can help you. As of now I am still the king and my word is law."
"Well, this is something we shall have to remedy isn't it?" Vegeta scowled and swiftly held a hand on the left breast plate of his fathers armor. "Sleep well." he said deeply before shooting a whole through the muscular chest of his father. Sandra gasped aloud and quickly cover her mouth, but it was too late, Vegeta had seen her as a witness. So, instead of graveling, which was the norm, she held her head high.'
"Why?" she demanded. "You and your father had a very close relationship! There was love between you! Why would you do such a thing?"
At first the new king was a little taken aback, but he soon recomposed himself. "My father was the final obsticle in a course to my throne. I just over came him is all. No one orders me around." he said as he bent down and picked up the golden crown that had fallen to the ground a few seconds before and placed it in his unruley hair. "You have shown courage just now. Therefore I am raising your rate. You are no longer a common slave. You will be a caretaker and start out at 23 inx (inx is my own made up currency) per hour. You will attend the human."
Sandra nodded respectfully and mumbled a thank you before leaving the room and heading to her sleeping chambers. She needed to prepare for the ceremony.. It would be a high insult to miss such an event. She would also need to check on Bulma. For Bulma to not show up could mean death, not only to the foolish girl,. but for her as well, as she was not her official caretaker.
~~~
AN- Hey guys, as you may have or have not noticed, Sandra was a pretty big char,. in this chap. but she is still just the caretaker. ^_^ haha, i only used her to get from Bulma to Vegeta.
