Welcome to my own distorted take on the Future Trunks Saga except Trunks doesn't turn up when Freeza and King Cold land on Earth, Vegeta has a heart (which I would love to melt!) and A new character of my own creation turns up to save the day but ruin everything else that could have been but never was.
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(Flashback of new character you have yet to meet!)
It seems like an eternity since I was sent to this hostile place. The sky ablaze with heated flames and other hopeless souls constantly quarrelling and then eventually fighting. I despised the company I had acquired over the time I had remained in this hell. Their weakness in strength was almost unbearable to me.
I can't really remember the day I was killed and my body and soul sent to this hell I don't understand why I was sent here. I had done nothing wrong. I remember I was training on my home planet of Vegeta, my mate, the king of the planet occasionally watched me throwing about kicks and punches in the air, sometimes I wondered if he was monitoring my progress. Before I knew it I was on the ground, motionless, barely able to gasp for air. I could only just see my mate leaning over me, his hands caressing my face as I drifted off into an eternal sleep. I assumed I was hit with a severe energy blast that I could not detect and, with my defence down I received the full impact of the blast and I was done for. My memories are all blurred these days. It just seems unusual that I were to die when I had just started making progress my new levels of power. Curious.
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Back on Earth…"Freeza is coming. I knew Kakkarot would not be capable of killing him, too big a job for that sentimental brat!" Vegeta wailed, although he managed to hold up his aggressive appearance he could feel the fear racing through his blood, causing him to break out into a sweat.
"Oh, hush up Vegeta!" Bulma grunted. She just wanted to see Freeza, if she wanted to hear about Vegeta's endless jealousy complaints she could have just stayed at home and waited until the arrogant Prince returned from the battle. In truth, she did care from him, to a certain degree of course.
"Can't we just call on the Eternal Dragon and wish Freeza to be dead?" Gohan suggested.
"Of course!" Bulma shrieked in excitement. "We already have the Dragonballs up at Kami's place, it would be a snap!"
"Don't be a fool! I don't intend on missing such an opportunity to succeed where Kakkarot has failed! I will fight Freeza" said Vegeta, his confidence slipping further away with each word that he spoke. He had to fight; his honour and his pride would not allow him to just stand aside as Freeza would simply just be wished away. No, he couldn't let Freeza die without first confirming the heights of his own strength.
"You're the one being a fool Vegeta!" Bulma argued, her blue eyes shimmering in the light, almost as if they were on fire.
"Fine. If it looks like things are getting bad call on the dragon. Remember, I want a fair chance." Vegeta stated, his black eyes meeting Bulma's, both locked in a silent argument. Bulma nodded and hopped back into her flying vehicle and took off in the direction of Kami's lookout point. She wanted to see Freeza but she also didn't want Vegeta to end up dead, well, not this time anyway.
Vegeta looked on as her vehicle took off into the air, his eyes fixed up Bulma who blushed, noticing Vegeta's gaze and turned away. Maybe he cares for me, she thought. Her mind wandered off until Yamcha, who waved her goodbye caught her attention. She smiled, her heart still recovering from the last fight she had shared with that man. She waved back.
Vegeta frowned at the weak little human, he didn't understand what the woman saw in that man but he could understand what he saw in the woman. Her legs, her figure, her flowing aqua hair and her sapphire eyes, everything about her added up to an ultimate temptation for nearly every man. Vegeta could distinguish the woman's strengths and weaknesses and wanted nothing more than to claim her as his, and some days he wanted more but he had been taught as a child you don't always get what you want.
The Z warriors looked up, Freeza's energy level was growing and coming closer to the earth, and they knew it would be mere moments now until Freeza's ship would enter the atmosphere. Vegeta clenched his fists tightly; Freeza's energy was already surpassing his own maximum power level. He could already feel defeat yet Freeza had not even touched down on the ground. He felt hopeless.
The Z Warriors dared not to move, doing all that Vegeta requested so that they were not to be detected.
"I wish my Dad was here, he'd know what to do" Gohan whimpered, drowning in his own pit of misery.
"If your father is as great as you say then why is Freeza alive? He has put this whole mud bucket planet at the mercy of a vicious tyrant who is known for catastrophic destruction!" Vegeta mocked, almost satisfied as doubt swept across the young half-blood's face, seeing the boy in such state almost struck a pang of guilt in his almost pure evil heart. Almost.
"Wait" Piccolo shouts.
"What is it?" Krillin questions, a sweat drop trickling down his face.
"Another high energy source has sprouted and it's coming our way!" Yamcha squealed who took off in the air, unaware if Freeza would sense him or not, he just wanted to get out of there knowing that he would not survive Freeza or perhaps even Vegeta.
"Stay calm. It isn't Freeza; his ship has yet to land. This power…"Vegeta lifted in eyebrow, his heart pounding, his mind racing over the possibilities in which to connect this new power to that familiar feeling that was dwelling in his thoughts.
The stranger was a young maiden beauty, only just of the age to be classified as a teenager. She walked with the lightest and swiftest of movement, a large thick tail wrapped tightly about her waist. Thick black hair, perfectly straight framed her body, stopping at her waist. Eyes as black as the night sky and as intense as the power that flowed through her body. Dressed in a black suit, accessorised with white gloves and matching white boots. She was a sight that none of the Z Warriors had ever dreamed could exist. Her presence made Gohan shudder in his boots, Krillin felt utterly helpless and Vegeta remained confused.
"There's something about her" Vegeta whispered to himself as the young girl continued walking towards the band if fighters. There was something about they way she smelt, so familiar yet so completely strange. He instantly recognised that she was a Saiyan as she whipped her tail about in excitement, catching the Prince's attention. Vegeta could feel a cold shiver racing up and down his back. Something was very wrong. There were no other Saiyans alive except for Kakkarot and his boy and then himself the prince. Vegeta could simply not figure out how such a beauty could have survived the destruction of his home planet, sure she was strong but how could she have survived in space? Vegeta shook his head in frustration, it just didn't make any sense, no matter what way you looked at the situation.
The girl was now only several yards away from Vegeta, she glanced at him, sniffing in his direction that was then followed by an affirmative grunt. She knew who he was.
"Vegeta?" She gasped.
Vegeta didn't move. He couldn't, it was like his feet were glued to the ground. Had the girl just recognised him? If she knew he was the prince why did she not bow down and pay her respects? What the hell was going on?
"Who are you?" Vegeta inquired. For a moment his eyes met with that of the young female, they were almost in a trance but it was a moment to soon be forgotten as Freeza's ship landed.
"I'm here to help" She exclaimed, breaking the moment shared with the prince and took off to Freeza's ship, her energy rising ever higher and ever so more intense.
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a/n: I know a lot of you readers are confused at the moment because there's a lot happening but in future chapters all will begin to make sense. This is a really old fic of mine so please review.