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A/N First of all I want to say I have nothing against abortions, I am pro-choic, but every one has theirown opinion,this chapter holds Bulma's.

Chapter 6 Rose

"I was born on December 5th (A/N My b-day!!!..sorry) of 20 B.C. (a/n Before Campaign lol). I was always regarded as a special child. Always faster, always stronger, always smarter, always the most beautifu...always alone. That, above all, made me special.

"Being enslaved by the winglys caused all humans to be united, all for one and one for all was basically the way of life. I, however, didn't think so. Survival of the fitest I said.

"Of course, I wasn't the only one. There were two others, in my village at least. One was named Josh, and the other...Zieg.

"Zieg was the town trouble maker. Of course, me and Josh had our fun also, but he was the master mind behind it all. He pulled jokes that, to this day, amaze me. They didn't think the wiglys had any buisness owning us, neither did I. One day we grew tired of it and ran. We did have to fight a little, but any wingly we encountered was easily defeated.

"We took NO prisnors, that's only a problem waiting to happen, so every thing we encontered was killed, human and wingly alike. We lived alone, just the three of us, until we met him, that is.

"Emperor Diaz was a joke to us at first, we laughed at him and pretended to go with his plan. At first. We were introduced to the others that were recruted, they all had a similar story to ours; they ran, met Diaz, saw it as a joke and followed him in the end.

"Somehow, Diaz had recruted winglys, a female wingly and a male wingly. I reacted on instinct when I first met them and attacked, but was easily stopped by the Giganto he had recruted. It suprised me that all of these people were stronger than me AND Zieg. That was unheard of growning up. But, they were undoubtedly the STRONGEST beings I had ever encountered.

"It took us a while to adjust to working with winglys, but eventually we resolved our differences. There were nine founders of the resistance. For the humans there were E. Diaz, Rose Rose (a/n me), Zieg Lavitzet, Josh Kongool, Raymond Lloyder, and Courtney Meru. For the winglys there were Shanivra Hartt and Hascachell Hartt (a/n married). The Giganto was Nemorth Benona. Poor Nemorth was such a kind woman but was outcasted by her own kind and was feared by humans and winglys. Notice all of the names have simailarities to yours, that is no coincidence. You were born to be Dragoons. It was said and sealed that any Dragoon after the originals would have the name of or part of the name of the ones that preceded them. Anyways.

"We became really close and very good friends, or lovers in some cases. Me and Zieg, for example were engaged to be married. Hascachell and Shanivra were married, and, suprisingly, Nemorth found love with Ray days before the final battle. We shared everything together. We became...inseprable... Then it came.

"The day of the final battle was a sad one. The humans had already suffered staggering loses from past battles, as had the winglys, but they still had the advantage. The battle seemed hopeless, Josh Kongool, the Green Dragoon, was the first to go, he sacrificed himself to destroy a Virage; which ended up living and I killed it thousands of years later. Courtney, the White Dragoon and Nemorth, the Gold Dragoon were the second ones. They were caught under a falling boulder, Courtney and Josh had a little romance thing going on, she saw him go and the Virage survive so she took one last shot with her bow before Nemorth dropped the rock, crushing both of them. The Virage, of course, survived. Hascachell, the Thunder Dragoon and Shanivra, the Blue Dragoon, were out-numbered by six Virages. Virages, by the way, are fifty foot monsters created by the winglys, they were extremly powerful and it normally took three Dragoons to kill ONE. But they proved there worth, the rid us of three of them and wonded the rest; so when Zieg, the Red Dragoon, and I arrived, we finished them off. Ray, the Divine Dragon was the next, he bravely fought the learder of the winglys Magician Faust but failed miserably. After Zieg and I destroyed the last of the Virages (or what we thought were the last of them) we went to find our last allie, only to find him dead. Zieg fought Faust and somehow managed to destroy him, but as their final spells met, Zieg was petrified in an eternal stone spell. I had thought I lost him forever."

"But Rose, you said all of us were named after a Dragoon, I don't recall any form of Dart from them," Dart commented.

"LET me finish," Rose snapped. "Before the stone fully enclosed him, he told me to run, and so I did. Right to an allied wingly village. They cast a spell on me, using my Dragoon Spirit's magic over time to make me immortal. I was left with a propacy from the wingly that cast the spell on me;

When the moon becomes no more in the dark midnight sky, on all hallows eve. A woman of young age will give birth to a child of strength.

The birth of the child will be the death of the mother and hatred would invade the father's heart.

She would know her father's wrath at the young age of five. A decade of suffering and pain will accompany her hand in hand. But her purity would remain intact and be gifted to her one true love.

Befriending the new age Dragoons would bring victory to Earth and defeat to great evil.

I've discovered you, Bulma, to be the child of prophacy," Rose finished. She had not told the whole truth, she left out part of the prophacy, the part that says

But not all good shall prevail. As three Dragoons will lay to rest on Earth's battle ground. Never to witness their planets greatest victory.

Sorrow and pain will invade her heart, tainting her soul to no end. Leaving her planet from that day forth. Promising to the gods and to herself, never to return to her birth place.

Rose figured it to be better for her.

"But Rose, that still doesn't explain my name thing..." Dart whined.

"Remember how I said I THOUGHT I lost Zieg forever? Yes? Well, turns out he survived the spell. 11 thousand years later he met a woman and fell in love with her, when I found him I discovered he had a son named Dart. I killed him for breaking our vows to only love each other, then broke them myself in revenge with Mr. Lloyd over there," she said with a small smile.

"YOU killed my dad?" Dart asked.

''Yes. Drop it, you have no clue of this, I don't want to hear it. Now I have about ten years to train you for this upcoming battle, so get ready! I'll see you tomorrow."

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"WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT YOUNG LADY!" Bulma's father yelled (a/n remember NOT Dr.Breifs, his evil brother!)

"WHY DO YOU CARE WHERE I WAS! YOU NEVER DID BEFORE YOU DAMNED HORNY BASTARD! WHAT SO NOW I'M BIG ENOUGH TO NOT BE KILLED BY YOUR PERVERTED FANTASES SUDDENLY YOU CARE! GOD I HATE YOU!" Bulma yelled back.

"WHY YOU LITTLE!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" he yelled while pinning her down. And she did pay, over and over for the next ten years, he refused to "punish" her sisters anymore. So she had to deal with it all on her own. She was helpless against him, she didn't know why but he was very strong.

For the next seven years her life was pretty much routine. She was expected to be with her dad at certain times of the day and if she wasn't then she wasn't seen for days. She woke up at three in the morning, made breakfast and left for training. At six, she went home to serve her father breakfast in bed, unfortuantly being forced to participate in unpleasent activites. At nine she left again for training, returning at eleven to make his lunch and then go throught the same unpleasent activites as the ones at breakfast. Left at one for training, and came home at seven, after doing the ritual that made her stomach turn for the last time of the day, went back to training until eleven. Then spent time with her husband for about five minutes before passing out.

Albert knew there was nothing he could do about her father. He was too strong. He didn't complain to his parents because she told him not to. Sex didn't matter to him, he had her virginity, he was happy.

For seven years this went on...then she went through puberty...

"ALBERT! I'M BLEEDING!" Bulma yelled, horrified. She was very very intelligent, but no one had taken the time to explain to her what happens when a girl went through puberty.

"BULMA! Oh. That's all...should have said so darling..." Albert said a little embaressed.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN! I'M BLEEDING! WHY AM I BLEEDING!?" she yelled.

"You don't know?" he asked bewildered.

"NO!" and he explained to her what happened. So, the only alteration to her routine after that was, once a month getting an abortion. She knew they were wrong but she wouldn't have been able to stand bearing her fathers child without killing herself.

She swore to herself when she got out of this she would have as many children with Albert as she had had to murder. Which was three by the time it happened. The big day, the final battle had arrived. At the age of fifteen, Bulma J. Breifs died. At the age of fifteen, she lost it all.

A/N : This is short cause it's the interlude to the next!! I'll start that right now! The NEXT chapter WILL be long.

I asked Lenk, one of my three loyal reviewers...I only have three but....anyway, at least your all loyal I guess:) ANYWAYS she was kind enough to volunteer her precious time to write it the prophacy!!!! Say thank you Lenk everyone!!!!!!!....NOW!!!!!!!!! She made this (and the next two or so) chapters possible!!!

I know, I know, ON WITH IT ALREADY (stupid author, talks too much 0.)

NEXT TIME: The final battle (dum dum dum!!) And the prophacy comes true!!