Is dbz mine? no. am i making a profit for this fic? no. should you read it anyway? you bet!
Vegeta stirred. He'd been out for hours, unconscious on the floor of Bulma's lab. Luckily his Sayian blood allowed him the quickest recovery possible, or his meeting with oblivion would have been even longer. Vegeta sat up, looked around and saw the computer completely fried, with a slight amount of smoke escaping from the main hardware. He ran a hand through his onyx hair, trying silently to piece together events. He sighed to himself as he drew a blank. Just as Vegeta was standing to leave, his Sayian senses drew him to a still figure on the floor. 'The woman!'
Vegeta threw her unconscious form over his shoulder and left the lab. Although he wasn't at complete strength, he was more than capable of flying himself and the girl in his arms to the rejuvenation tank. Vegeta quietly entered the gravity room, and made his way to the modern tank Bulma had installed in his chambers weeks ago. He removed the girl of all her clothes, save for her underwear and attached her to the machine. He typed in a few commands and watched as her lithe form quickly became submerged in a bluish type liquid. The prince watched her sleep and raised an eyebrow. Something seemed different about her. He didn't notice any of her quirky sleeping habits. Bulma's lips hadn't parted slightly as they always did, nor had she rested her left hand on her right side. Vegeta growled to himself. Since when had noting a human's sleeping patterns become part of his agenda.
The Prince cursed under hid breath before making his way over to the shower he used after training. Vegeta stripped down to nothing, turned on the hot water, and stepped into the scalding spray. He allowed the 'comforting' warmth to relax his muscles and take his mind back to the incident.
Flashback
In that instant, her taunting laughter and cruel eyes made her appear to him as someone else that he'd locked away from his mind years ago. Upon instinct, Vegeta stood up and back handed Bulma sending her head crashing into her computer, knocking the breath from her lungs. She let out a pained moan and darkness enveloped her.
He shook his head. There was no way to get out of this one, without putting his pride past him and apologizing. Although that was one of the last things he wanted to do, he was mature enough to understand that his behavior was unacceptable. Hitting defenseless women was not something he stood for, especially not a woman who'd helped him so much, though he'd never admit it.
Without warning, visions of her little skirt and toned thighs flooded his mind. He could recapture every detail as if she were standing in front of him, her brilliant, flashing eyes staring into his own. Vegeta shook his head to clear the thought. Where had that came from? Despite her beauty, she was still human, and he sayian.
Before he could scold himself, he sensed an immense energy from the next room, followed moments later by a loud explosion. Completely forgetting his state of dress, he sprung from the shower and raced to the rejuvenation tank. What he saw caused his face to twist into a state of complete surprise and confusion.
There she was gasping on the floor on her knees in a puddle of liquid and broken glass. The machine was obviously blasted from the inside of the tank, but that was impossible. There was no way Bulma had enough power to conjure up the Kamahameha wave within her weak human body, but no one else could have entered the tank and blasted it from inside. Vegeta moved to pick her off the floor, but without warning her blue head snapped to look him directly in the face.
"Who are you?", she asked, her voice quivering with fear. Vegeta cocked his head and studied her, why was she suddenly afraid of him? He took a step forward, and Bulma shrunk back against the tank, her body visibly shaking.
"Pl-please don't, don't touch me."
"What the hell? Why would I want to touch you, human filth!"
The girl's eyes widened, and she trembled even more violently.
"Y- you- you're not human?"
Vegeta tossed his dark head back and laughed, filling the room with the dark sound, "Are you insane? You know what I am!"
Tears began to flood her face as she brought her knees to her chest.
"Please don't rape me. I- I'm in love with someone. He- he's strong and if you hurt me, he- he'll make you pay."
Vegeta frowned before remembering that he was standing in front of the girl nude, but still, she knew he'd never hurt her.
He sighed, "Woman, maybe you should see a doctor. You must have gotten amnesia, because you're acting completely ridiculous."
Vegeta grabbed her school girl outfit from where he'd placed it and tossed it at her.
"Get dressed."
Bulma sighed of relief and quickly complied, not bothering to even dry off the liquid sticking to her body. Just as she was buttoning up her tight shirt, she noticed the once nude man standing in the doorway clothed, wearing a weird form of spandex armor. His muscles were bulging, and she couldn't help but notice his nicely shaped rear. Bulma lowered her head to the floor to hide her blush.
"Are you feeling better woman?", he asked in his deep voice. She nodded, keeping her head to the floor. She was counting the pieces of broken glass in the bluish liquid when it finally hit her. The azure haired girl tucked her feet under her and wrapped her arms around herself as panic started to set in.
"Whe- where am I?! What is this place!?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and snatched the woman up by her arm and dragged her to the bathroom. Her blue eyes widened as thoughts of what the man would do to her flooded her mind. She tried to pull away, but his strength was far more superior, in fact it was like her reluctance went unnoticed. Vegeta stepped in the bathroom, yanking her also so that she came face to face with the foggy mirror. Bulma's eye's widened at the cloudy sight that greeted her. She slapped a palm to the mirror and rubbed away at the condensation until the image was clear as day.
"Tha-tha-that's not me! That's not my face! That's not my hair! Those aren't my eyes! THAT'S NOT ME!"
Bulma punched a fist into the mirror, and stumbled back until she was sitting on the floor. The blood trickling from her fingers and down her arm went unnoticed, as she franticly searched over her body for anything that resembled the real her. Vegeta glanced at her with a slight look of concern in his eyes, and he walked over to pick her up. Just as Vegeta's fingers brushed her arm, Bulma sprang to her feet with a look of bloody murder in her eyes.
"You did this, this sorcery! You changed my body and brought me to this world! You will pay demon! You will die!"
She easily slid into a fighting stance, surprising Vegeta beyond belief.
"What the hell is wrong with you Bulma?"
She narrowed her eyes, "My name isn't Bulma!", she spat venomously.
He chuckled at the weak human. No human man, let alone woman had ever struck him in combat, "Come on woman, I have no time for this foolishness. We'll wait for your father and he can fix this."
Bulma's eyes flashed a stormy gray, and her ki level spiked dramatically. "You bastard! How dare you! My father died when I was young! You've gone too far and I'll make you pay!"
Without warning, she thrust her arm forward and opened her palm causing a giant blue ki blast to burst forward, striking Vegeta square in the chest. He flew back and hit the marble shower tile, breaking them upon impact. Bulma narrowed her eyes and allowed them to roam his body. Nothing. Just as she turned to walk away, the man leapt forward, grabbed a handful of her blue hair and shoved her out the door. Bulma's face made contact with the glass and liquid on the floor, but amazingly there was no pain. Before she had a chance to think, the man had grabbed her by her arm, snatched her up and spun her around to face him.
"Who the fuck are you wench? You're not Bulma that's for damn sure!"
She didn't reply, but returned the gaze with equal fire, "I asked first! Who are you? Who am I and where am I jerk?!"
Vegeta let her go, but made sure to keep his guard up incase she attacked again.
"I am Prince Vegeta, idiot. You are in my training quarters outside of Bulma's home, Capsule Cooperation, and I don't know who the fuck the you are! You look like Bulma, but there is no way in seven hells you're her! Now bitch answer my question, who are you?"
The girl was taken aback by the way she was addressed, but still it was only fair that she answered his question too. She thought for a moment, maybe it would be better to lie to this guy, "My name is Katsumi.", she blurted out a bit too quickly.
"You're lying human. I can sense it."
Katsumi frowned at the guy, "I have no reason to lie! My name is Katsumi! KA-TSU-MI! Got it!?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "Whatever, your worthless human name means nothing to me anyway. I just want to figure out what's going on so I can get the real onna back."
"The real onna?"
Vegeta growled, "Bulma."
Katsumi mouthed an 'o', before sitting down in an empty chair. Even though she was still weary of the man, she felt his genuine concern about getting his friend back. This in turn allowed her some security as she hoped he wouldn't hurt whoever this Bulma girl was. The man stared at her with piercing dark eyes.
"What do you remember before coming here? That's the best place to start if we're gonna figure this out."
Katsumi nodded, ""Well, I was on my way... to see a friend, when all of a sudden I felt a shock and next thing I know I blacked out and woke up in that chamber.", she spoke while pointing to the rejuvenation tank. Vegeta nodded, "When she was in my arms, I did notice a surge of energy going through her body."
"Where did it happen? I'm sure there are clues there.", Vegeta nodded in agreement as he stood up and prepared to return to Bulma's lab. Katsumi stood up and wordlessly followed the man to where ever he was going. After a short distance, they arrived at a steel door. Vegeta punched in a code on a security panel, but the door remained closed. He grumbled something to himself about changing codes and stupid blue haired women. Katsumi noticed a palm scan on the side of the door, and wordlessly, she pressed her hand to the grid allowing a green light to sweep through her fingers.
"Welcome back Bulma.", the metallic voice called out as the steel doors separated. Vegeta shrugged and followed Katsumi into the spotless lab. The blue haired girl was amazed. Everything was buzzing with life, and it all seemed so pure and modern. Her eyes roamed over every inch of the sterile lab with a childlike curiosity. Vegeta was currently trying to start the main computer, but the screen remained blank.
"It's busted. We'll have to activate the repair bots to fix the main computer, but I don't know how long that'll take."
Katsumi's eyes filled with tears as hopelessness set in. 'I might not ever get my body back. I'll never see my friends again, and I'll never complete my mission.' Vegeta looked at her and noticed her ocean blue eyes clouding over into a stormy gray.
"You know, that onna doesn't cry as much as you do. I never said it wouldn't get fixed, it'll just take some time."
Katsumi nodded somewhat inspired by his words. If she was Bulma for now, then at least she could honor the girl by being brave for once in her life. She wiped away at her tears and stood up straight. 'This is my vow. Bulma, I won't cry anymore. I will be strong. I will bring you back and get my body back too. You have my word!'
I got one review and decided to update. I haven't even did my homework yet, I've been typing this fic. I hope I didn't disappoint, and it will all make sense soon, and thanks for reading.
Ja ne