Her voice trembled and her knees almost refused to support her as memories flashed through her mind. The reality that she was now a grown woman with her father on one side and her brother on the other washed away as the scenes of her teenage years took its place. She closed her eyes as the images slowed, forcing herself to remember one moment: marring the bastard's flawless face. She smiled slowly as she jerked herself back to this time and place, at least four times as powerful as she had been at their last meeting and this time with no restrictions and a clear head. Looking over the android, she noticed that the scar remained. 'I guess I pushed ki into the glass by accident.' She thought with no remorse.
Behind her, she could hear the harsh
sounds of battle, knowing that her family was already engaged in a fight to the
death. 'At least I don't have to worry about them getting in my way,' She
mused, eyes narrowing. Without waiting for a comment from her opponent, she
sprang toward him in a rush of anger. "This time, you're mine." She
growled sending a kick to his gut. Her only regret was that 18 had no partake
in this battle.
The fierce exchange of blows left 17 slowly retreating, much to his surprise. Reduced to defense, he growled and rolled to the side, shooting a blast at Bulma. She smacked it aside and dove for his knees. As expected, he leapt over her, turning to deliver a ki-filled punch to the head. Bulma reached up over her head and grabbed his ankle, smashing the android to the ground as she jumped up, a typical Sayain smirk plastered on her lips. 17 grunted and back flipped to his feet, looking down with some amount of shock at the blood pouring from his face.
"It looks like I'm winning
this round," Bulma said, smiling cruelly as she lashed out again, this
time a kick to his gut.
17 sidestepped it and aimed
another punch at her face, expecting a duck and was prepared to swing his leg
around. When she merely blocked it, his leg was caught as well. He smirked and
jerked it toward him, bringing her almost into his arms. "And I believe
I'll enjoy breaking that pride of yours," He taunted a rebuke. "And I
think I know exactly how to do it."
At that Bulma lost all will to
draw out this battle and humiliate the android before killing him. She only
wanted him dead. 17 smirked when he noticed she'd halted, misreading her
expression. He took one step before Bulma was on him. 'I. I didn't even see her
MOVE,' He growled to himself, trying to avoid her blows. Finally he ducked
under one leg, allowed it to hit him as a glancing blow, then grabbed it and
flipped her over. Knowing better than to stand over her, he slid a few feet
away, clothes torn and bloody. Bulma rolled into a battle crouch and grunted,
seeing that he'd finally drawn blood. Shrugging off the pain, she powered up
slightly, just enough so she wouldn't feel the pain. 'He won't do that again,'
She vowed, dragging a sleeve across her bleeding chin.
17 studied her easy stance, calm
expression. Eyes narrowing, one corner of his mouth quirked upward. Now that
he'd thought about it, once he'd gotten her angry, her form had been sloppy and
her moves choppy. Now that he knew how to defend against it, the sheer power
shouldn't be enough. He smirked and nodded once before moving in for another
attack.
Every time Bulma got through his
defenses, he added another insult. When he landed a blow or two, he brought in
the heavy artillery: what he would do to her once he won. Bulma felt her anger
rise and her control slipping as 17 continued to whisper. She was shaking with
rage so badly she could hardly hit him. Finally she shoved him away and
retreated a few yards, panting with the effort of restraining herself. 'No, I
have to stay in control,' She grunted mentally, eyeing the smirking 17. 'I have
to.' She growled and slowly calmed down, though not enough to really fight
effectively. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to wind down as 17
launched another attack that kept her rage at a high level. Finally she just
let herself go and pummeled the android until her arms felt like she couldn't
lift them. 'Too bad 18 isn't here to see this.'
17 coughed from his kneeling
position only feet away, one arm around his stomach and the other supporting
him as he almost choked on his own blood. Bulma was panting, fists still
clenched and looking more than ready to go another round. 'Well, when all else
fails,' She thought with a smirk, nodding appreciatively at her handiwork. When
feeling returned to her arms, she powered up so much it knocked 17 back a few
dozen feet, eyes wide. 'There's got to be another way,' He thought desperately.
'I can't lose to her.' He flattened himself to the ground as Bulma flew past,
then rolled under her as she came back with a punch. He growled as he noticed
her expression was calculating again. 'Just like a Sayain. All that anger gone
after a small beating.' He pulled himself to his feet and dug his fingers into
her upper arms as she attacked again, forcing her to resort to leg power. Bulma
grinned and plunged one foot into her usual target, his stomach, and the other
into a place no man ever wanted to be kicked. His grip loosened to the point
where her arms were holding his up, and she grabbed his head, crashing it over
her knee. Before he could recover, she started in with punches again, each one
ki-loaded and exploding on contact. 17 staggered away, almost too beaten to
stand, and reached out to use Bulma for support. He latched onto her shirt and
as she punched, took part of it with him. Bulma froze dead in her tracks and the
android smirked. 'There's a will so there's a way.' When the Sayain started
toward him again, he took the cloth off her other shoulder and she stopped
again.
"I told you I'd enjoy breaking you," 17 said, stepping closer and running his hand under her chin, the other into what was left of her shirt. Bulma was trapped in her memories, almost not hearing him. She was suddenly a powerless, drugged teenager again, unable to prevent what was happening. He yanked on her shirt again, tearing it off-center. Bulma grunted and shoved him away blindly, raising a fist that started to glow and placed it over her own heart. She was willing to die before she let him have her again. She had been completely honest when promising that to herself. He chuckled and moved closer. Bulma's hand inched toward her skin and he stopped. Rolling his eyes, 17 flickered out of sight and ended up behind her, grabbing her hands and wrapping them behind her back. The Sayain growled and struggled, but his insistent hand on the back of her neck brought fear to the surface instead of anger. "Don't worry, it won't be here," He whispered, dragging her away from the fight. Bulma could barely see her family, beaten, bloody and wearing down from the sheer number of lackeys, rise back-to-back in the center of the circle. She finally shook her head: they had enough to worry about, and anyway. This was her battle, and no one else's save maybe 17's twin. And even the blond thought that Bulma had more right for vengeance than she did. "You know, I think I'll show you my home videos. You know, the ones of your parent's death. And of us, together," He was saying once she returned her attention to the bastard. That was where Bulma stopped listening. Like a cold bucket of ice water over her head, it washed away all emotion whatsoever. A new feeling of strength flooded her body and she pulled out of his grasp. 17's eyes went wide as he took in her flickering gold hair and now green eyes. Emotionless eyes, he noted.
'Oh shit.' Bulma was beyond any
feeling but revenge. Her mind ran one thought over and over: rip the bastard
apart and make him regret ever meeting her. She was too lost in the massacre to
hear 17's screams or her own chilling laughter. Blood roared in her ears, that
same blood that allowed her to reach this level of power. That spurred her into
the killing rage.
Goku and Baradock exchanged
worried looks over the dead or unconscious bodies of 17's soldiers. Neither had
ever seen Bulma pissed enough to be intentionally cold-hearted nor ever seen
her this violent. It made Baradock's stomach turn to watch. Goku looked
physically sick as his sister continued to tear into the dead man. He tried to
map her power and was almost knocked back. Baradock's scouter was on the ground
in pieces; Bulma had blown it up as soon as she started her fight.
Power rising she didn't notice
her hair flicker. Or know that her eyes
were turning green from their previous purple. Hissing out curses she watched 17's expressionless mask crumble. Tackling him she dug her fingers into his
body. Tearing out metal and organs
alike, he was machine but still man. And she lost herself in her rage. Only one thought, one purpose. To tear the bastard beneath her apart and make him regret messing with
her, to disintegrate every piece of him that remained, in short total
annihilation. Finally she pulled back, smirking at the pieces scattered around.
She took to the air, grinning maniacally. She extended one palm, pointing it
straight at the shreds of 17. Powering up even more, her hand started to glow.
"FINAL FLASH!" (How do you like me stealing Vegeta's attack?)
The two men off to the side shielded their eyes as the explosion rocked the ground, splitting it under their feet. When Baradock deemed it safe, he started to lower his arm. The blinding light was no longer there, and he and his son resumed a normal stance at the same time. Bulma was now in front of them, engulfed in a golden aura and looking no less deadly than before. She was covered in blood from head to toe, and both men knew ninety-nine percent of it wasn't hers. "Bulma," Goku said, typical Son smile lighting up his face. He was about to take a step forward when he didn't see recognition register in her eyes. Her piercing gaze on her family caused both to take a step back from the lack of emotion that was in her gaze, normally her eyes showed all, not necessarily her soul but her feelings none the less. If she thought he was an enemy, there was no way he could win. And from the look on her face, like a hunter stalking its prey, it wouldn't be a spar. It would be a fight to the death. One he was sure he would lose, and when and if she came back to her senses would kill her if she succeeded. Goku blocked a punch and went into defensive mode when she launched at the pair of them. With one blow she knocked their father into the wall and a kick sent him to the ground. He felt her forming a blast, one he wasn't sure he could block. But before she could release the energy another blond broke into the fray. Holding his sisters arms behind her back he saw the new woman hold off his bloodthirsty kin.
"Get out of here! She's on a testosterone-killing spree!"