Disclaimer: I do not own "Dragon Ball z"
A/n: I am ecstatic about the direction this story is going. I have the ending planned out and am very satisfied with that also. Things will defiantly start to heat up as the story goes along…if you thought what happened to Riley was a lot….well there's a lot more surprises….more legends to go with 'The Blue Savior'. Did I say surprises? Yeah there are a lot of them!
Warning: References to rape, and the murder of small children when speaking of the history of Vegeta-Sei. I myself do NOT condone killing babies in any shape or form nor do I condone rape in any way.
Hope you enjoy…..Please don't kill me for those parts, there not big parts….
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The Linking Song
Chichi fiddled with her fingers nervously. She watched Bulma uncomfortably as Bulma sat and blankly stared down into the dark wood of her desk in her new independent lab. Chichi had run out of things to say. After trying to get Bulma to talk and failing, she ended up just talking about anything, everything that came to mind.
"Kakkorot's taking me down to the market place today to get some ingredients for me to cook with." Chichi paused for a minute looking for a reaction. "You should come. Get something fresh on your mind." She stood up and paced for a moment. "Were leaving in about ten minutes… I don't want to leave you here alone…."
Chichi brought her hand to her head in irritation. She walked in front of Bulma's desk careful not to hit her new high quality computer. "Look Bulma! I'm desperately asking for you to come with me! I have NEVER seen you like this. I mean what happened is horrible I admit, but she killed Draelyn! You saved someone! You're NOT a mur…"
Chichi was cut off when Bardok entered the room and raised his hand to silence her. "My son is waiting for you outside. Allow me some time alone with Bulma. I will speak with her now."
Chichi dropped her shoulders in defeat and put her hand on Bulma's shoulder. "I'll be back. I'll make you some of your favorite food when I return." She squeezed her shoulder affectionately then walked from the room.
Bardok walked calmly over in front of Bulma and pulled up a chair. He watched sympathetically as she raised her eyes to notice him in her own new sort of greeting then dropped them to stare into the unpredictable patterns in the desk. Bardok waited for the click of the door to close before he spoke.
Laying a folder of papers down in front of her he searched for the right words to say. "In this folder is a list of …well to put it bluntly a list of weapons, weapons to be used to lead us to our revolution from Freeza. It's a list only me, you and the royalty know about. King Vegeta has entrusted you with the knowledge of this. That's a high honor." He noticed Bulma's eyes move to the folder, but she made no other visible moves.
He opened the folder and pulled out a specific paper with drawings of a ki powered gun. The sketches were drawn with magnificent quality and had little bits of information scattered around the drawing to explain what each part was used for.
"I put some of these weapon ideas together a long time ago and have been working on them ever since. I can never get the formula right. For this model I can't figure out a way for the Saiyan to control the energy once inside the gun and out of their hands. The point of the gun is to shoot the energy at a higher speed and proficiency then if shot straight from the hand. The prince can usually do this, but once shot it loses its power and scatters instead of a straight shot. The gun is meant for lower class Saiyans who can control there ki like elites and royalty." He looked to see if she comprehending anything and when he still saw no expression decided to just go on.
"Vegeta seems to think you will be able to handle these assignments with precision. I would like to say to please not let him down. This is, as a said, a very honorable position. On the other weapons I've written on the back what the flaws are and pointed out everything in the utmost detail. Please look through this and write a list of the equipment you will need. Anything and everything can be brought to you. You can reach my office through the intercom next to the door. Good luck." He got up from his seat and set something else on the desk next to the folder. A large hardback book with a plain black cover let out a soft thud as it made contact with the desk. "It's the history of this planet and its treaties with Freeza. Somewhat like a printed journal from one of the past kings advisors, whom had connections with spies on Freeza ship working against Freeza. I have only read little parts, but figured you would get more use out of it then I did. It's all encrypted and I've only decrypted some of it. I left the papers with what I've done so far in the book."
He walked towards the door. "The king and prince can read that thing straight from the pages…lucky bastards, unlucky for us to not get the amazing schooling that they receive." Bardok laughed whole heartily. "Hey lighten up little one. What's happened has happened. If you spent the rest of your life dwelling on ones death then all your abilities, all your dreams would become meaningless. Everything happens for a reason." Bardok walked from the room and shut the door behind him.
Bulma spend another half an hour staring down at the book then stood from her seat. She walked to the single window in the room that was almost as big as the wall and pulled the curtains apart a little in the center. A strand of light flooded into the room at a straight line. Bulma located where the light had landed back on the book and walked towards it. Unshaken by the eerie coincidence, she opened the book to a random page and read the large encryption title of the chapter she had turned to, with no hesitation.
"The Death of the First Blue Legend."
Bulma shut the book immediately and let out a light sob.
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Vegeta's shadow softly shifted throughout the room. He stepped over mountain after mountain of papers and mechanics he couldn't describe. His fists clenched tightly after he read each of the highly elaborated descriptions of the odd inventions. Picking up one of the smaller metal ones, he broke it with the sheer force of his hand and let the small parts that had broken off clatter to the floor he walked to the center of the room. The blue haired Saiyan had passed out on her desk, her fingers wrapped in bloody bandages from all the constant fiddling with the objects.
Vegeta dropped the now useless object next to her head to wake her up. She woke with a start jumping from her seat and trying to fling herself away which only resulted in her tripping on some tools next to her and falling into the wall. She held her now aching shoulder with one hand and held herself up with the other.
"What? How?" She asked with bloodshot eyes and tousled hair. She steadied herself and ran a hand through her hair to try and fix it up. "How did you get in?" She looked at the door and answered her own question. The door had been thoroughly ripped from the hinges and tossed aside.
"When I heard that you were in here for over a week I realized that a week without food can be a pretty damn long time, without a shower is another story completely." Vegeta took another glance around the room as he spoke. "What the hell is this….this….shit?" Vegeta pointed to the tables piled with tubes filled with liquids and devices and who knew what else.
"My inventions."
"These were not the inventions I expected from you." Vegeta walked to a table with countless liquids on them. He looked at the papers next to them and read the out loud. "Skin revitalizers, acid repellants, and a countless amount of crap to try and bring dead people back to life? What are you now a necromancer?" Vegeta picked up the items as he said them and threw them against the wall. "If you were, then at least it would be better then making this useless junk. Doctors already work with this stuff. This isn't your area to work with!
"You want me to build you weapons to kill people. How much more murder am I going to have to commit?" Bulma walked over to the newly crushed items scattered on the floor and started picking the broken part up, the glass cutting her hand.
"These are weapons for Vegeta-Sei's protection!" Vegeta walked over to her computer and read through a little of her writings. Most of them consisted of alchemy and necromancy techniques to bring back the dead. Bulma was starting to loose it. He ran a hand threw his hair and looked back over to Bulma. "You can't save Riley. I'm sure if you really thought about it you wouldn't want to save Riley."
Bulma chucked a piece of her broken invention at Vegeta's head.
Vegeta outmaneuvered it and allowed it to smash into the wall, breaking a small hole into it. "Bulma." Vegeta spoke quietly.
Bulma, with blood pouring from her newly opened wounds on her fingers, screamed as she threw another piece.
Vegeta caught this one and set it on the desk. "Bulma." Vegeta said raising his voice a little.
Bulma's tears flowed freely once again as she continued to throw pieces of metal at him.
"Bulma!" Vegeta was starting to run out of room to set the broken pieces down.
A tear finally dropped from Bulma's chin and landed on the floor blazing a hole into the marble. A small puff of smoke rose from the hole. Bulma collapsed onto her knees and covered her mouth in a soundless sob as she looked at it.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the fact of the acid being strong enough even to melt through the marble floor.
Bulma screamed bloody murder and pulled her hand away from her face as a tear rolled onto it as if she was worried it would burn through her palm as well.
Vegeta flinched slightly at the scream and walked over to her and kneeled in front of her. He grabbed both her hands tightly to try and bring her back to reality.
"Bulma." He practically growled through clenched teeth. "Freeza kills people, innocent people. He is a murderer and forces people to murder for him. Men, woman, children alike, he doesn't care. If you help us win this war with Freeza you won't just be saving millions, you will be saving whole planets from complete and utter destruction." Vegeta watched hopefully as Bulma's sobs lowered to small whimpers that shook her body lightly. Vegeta still clenched her hands. "You have no idea what this weaponry means to the Saiyan people and that's why I have to be picky about what you do. I will NOT accept weakness from one person who could make a difference in this war and save MY people!"
Vegeta stood up defiantly. He fought with the idea of giving her a death threat, but her frail mind wouldn't take it well.
Bulma slowly picked up her head to look at him. The whites of her eye were deep red and looked dry again just as they were the first time she cried. "I…" Bulma's voice cracked. "I cried like this when I was little….never did the tears…"
"It has started when you turned 18." Vegeta looked around the room until he found a jug of water sitting in the corner of the room. "As the 'rumors' say" He picked it up and poured some into his hand. Realizing it was warm and no longer fresh he turned back to her. "Stay still for a moment."
Bulma looked back down at the perfectly symmetric circle on the floor as she listened to Vegeta's footsteps leave the room. She touched it with her finger. "What could this mean? Chichi had never spoken of tears of acid." Bulma thought, pressing a finger to a tear frozen on her cheek and looked at her finger. "Why didn't it hurt Vegeta or me?" She lightly grazed her finger across the grey marble as if left a blackened trail that faded as the tear ran out. "Maybe…Maybe I could learn to use it to a common good. Somehow…" Bulma halted her thoughts as Vegeta glided back into the room in front of her.
He grabbed her chin forcing her to look back up at him. He was holding a glass full of fresh water. Gracefully sliding to kneel again he brought the glass to her left eye. "Keep your eye open." Was the only warning he gave her before pouring a small stream of water directly into her eye.
Bulma drew back from the intrusion, but knowing his reason allowed him to flush out her other eye as well.
"I'm guessing you haven't slept, eaten, or showered in the time you've been in here. I'll allow you five days to recuperate." Vegeta still hadn't let go of her chin. "I figure you're not stupid enough to try and kill yourself in your sorrows. I wouldn't have allowed you to stay in the palace this long if so…" Vegeta ran his thumb over her bottom lip giving her a meaningful glance. "Throwing your life away trying to save a lost cause will not give you the redemption you're searching for…"
"Give me proof of Freeza's doings and I will find a way to help." Bulma interrupted bringing her palm up to Vegeta's wrist and wrapping her fingers around it lightly not even trying to pull it away. She stared up into his eyes with streaks from the water still fresh on her face.
"All the proof you need is in that book you have on your desk. It tells not only our history leading up to Freeza's story, but his father, King Colds, as well."
"How can I trust it?"
"How can you trust Freeza over your own prince? Have you heard nothing of our ages of repression by him?" Vegeta's strong accent seemed to get more defined as he spoke.
"Fine, I will read it." Bulma gave in. Even as Vegeta's hand let go of her chin Bulma still held tight to his wrist.
Vegeta, in turn, grabbed hold of her wrist and helped her to her feet.
Still holding his wrist once standing, Bulma pushed a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand. "I don't want more people dying because of me." Once she felt she had made that clear she finally let go.
"Don't worry." Vegeta smirked. "When it all comes down to the final battle it will be my hands bloodied in Freeza's blood."
Bulma was stunned by his bluntness. "It will always amaze me how my prince is such a bloodthirsty demon, but can perform such light touches."
"You know nothing of my touches." Vegeta's voice took on a whole new tone.
Bulma pushed close to him. "Let's keep it that way." She whispered.
Vegeta unfazed and still sporting his smirk turned from her and walked to the door of the room. "You'll find some things in that book quite…." Vegeta paused looking for the word. "Disturbing. If you read it and believe it then you'll have more than enough reasons to help our race." With that said Vegeta left the room.
Bulma fingered the black cover of the book lightly. "I knew he would have to have the last word." Bulma then, for the first time in over a week, smiled as she watched where the prince had just exited.
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Bulma jumped when she heard a knock on the door from Chichi's room. Bulma set the book down next to her on the bed after catching her breath and slowing her own heartbeat she called out to allow Chichi to come in.
Chichi excitedly entered with a tray full of cookies. "What's wrong Bulma you letting that book get to you again? It keeps you jumpy." She laid the Cookies on the bed next to Bulma and sat against the head board with her. "You haven't put it down for the past two days."
"It's actually quite interesting! It's just when I get to scenes about war and old torturing techniques that I start to get nervous." Bulma picked up a cookie and took a bite.
"Just skip those parts."
"Too late now."
Chichi laughed then realization set in about what she meant. "Exactly how far are you in the book?"
"I actually just finished it. I'm just revising some of the old stuff that I skimmed through."
Chichi was speechless. "That huge book there? You finished that in two days?"
Bulma nodded absent mindedly still thinking about how the book ended.
"Well..." Chichi looked to be in thought now too. "Did it help?"
"Help what? My mental incapability?"
"No, your mental discrepancies."
"My god I don't think I've ever heard you use such a big word in your life!"
"Oh stop it Bulma, you make me sound stupid."
Bulma laughed as Chichi threw a cookie at her.
She stopped and looked to be deep in thought again. "You know Chichi I learned from a wise arrogant ass that drowning myself in my sorrows won't help anything. I need to look at the bigger picture and learn to dedicate myself to making it a better and safer world to live in. This book also really showed me the harsh reality this world's suffered…If it's true." Bulma picked up the book and randomly flipped it open again. "There's tales of faith and trust, hate and betrayal. There are even love stories in here."
"Really?" Chichi asked interested.
"There tragic love stories, but love none the less."
Chichi lost some of the hope, of a beautiful story, in her eyes.
"Here Chi, take a look at this." Bulma flipped open to a page she had marked and dragged her finger across the chapter name. "The title translates to Death of the first blue legend."
Chichi started to chow down on another cookie out of nervousness. "Go on…tell me what it's about."
"It's about a king, so many generations back in an un-unified planet still making its way to a standard monarchy, who ruled before Freeza or even his father came into the picture. He was the only King ever to finally take a Blue Saiyan as his wife. He was paralyzed from the waist down in a battle to claim her over at least one hundred other Saiyans who wanted her. Supposedly this was a time where the Blue Saiyan was revered for her color."
Chichi looked more then interested with the tale.
"They fell in love and were happily married and she was able to heal the Kings legs. It actually goes into how but its hard to interpret, something about replenishing the nerves in his body."
"So you can heal people?"
"That's saying that this is true, Chichi, and could have been coincidence. The guy who wrote this book got the stories from a mix of old documents that could have easily been made up."
"You really researched this up!" Chichi commented taken back. "Where does the book leave off."
"Right up to when the king in power now is born. Freeza was already 23 when the king was born; turns out the Ice-Jin's seem to live averagely about 200 years. That makes Freeza over 50."
Chichi shifted uncomfortably.
"Well anyways, when word got out about her miracle ability to heal, men all over Vegeta-Sei went after her in hopes of using her to win power over the king. That's when all these rumors started to flood about her, like her blood being able to give eternal life and her body able to give eternal bliss, lots of weird things. Well sooner or later she was captured and apparently tortured for years. By the time they had found her she had..." Bulma took a deep breath. "She had no eyes, hair or tail, she had been thoroughly raped and the blood drained from her body." Bulma cringed
Chichi covered her mouth. "What if it happens to you?" Chichi nearly yelled.
"Chi, this was a long time ago when torture and callous acts altogether were common." Bulma sighed.
"Are you scared Bulma?" Chichi looked sympathetic.
"A little I guess, but what right do I have after killing another soul."
"Bulma!" Chichi hugged her friend tightly and tried to change the topic. "Did the king exact his revenge…hopefully?"
"It's said he found her eyes being traded on a black market for millions of dollars and finally buried them with her body. He apparently never found her killers. He did make an interesting comment, or law, not sure which, on the day that Vegeta-Sei was finally united in one world government under King Vegeta, during his 'acceptance speech' as we will call it."
"And it was."
"In order to secure Blue Saiyan's the horror of a brutal life and to keep someone from achieving invincible powers." Bulma stopped after that sentence. "He didn't say the second part to the people so they wouldn't get ideas about the rumors being true, but that was his main reason I'm sure." Bulma then continued the king's statement. "They will for here on be put to death on the day of their birth."
"That's horrible! I really liked that king! Why would he do that to babies?" Chichi's face expressed her horror.
"Again Chichi, this is a time where Saiyans would kill there children if the first born was a girl, or if they all-around didn't want a girl, because girls were considered the weaker sex. Even if they had a weak son they were likely to kill them. It wasn't the most beautiful of times. We Saiyans are a brutal race." Bulma laughed.
Chichi didn't find it funny. "But they were just….babies."
"I promise you Chi that they are babies that are now safe and happy in Heaven."
Chichi looked at Bulma with watery eyes.
"You're going to have nightmares wont you?"
"Aren't you?" Chichi asked
"I'm still having nightmares about Riley."
This stopped caused Chichi to feel horrible. A few tears rolled down her cheek and Bulma couldn't help but want to touch them. Before Bulma could reach Chichi's face, Chichi flipped out.
"I'm not going to cause you to cry am I?" Chichi jumped back off the bed and flattened herself against the wall.
Bulma felt stabbed through the heart on a whole new level. Bulma turned her face away from Chichi and looked down at her hands. Bulma put on a façade that the maneuver hadn't hurt her. "Chichi, we have to work with the horrors this planet at this particular time is dealing us. I'm going to get some sleep Chi I'll talk to you tomorrow. Thanks for letting me speak with you about this."
Chichi walked to the door feeing shock and angered from the story. "Goodnight Bulma."
Bulma could tell that the idea of the story she was just told was weighting down on Chichi's shoulders. Bulma felt bad for telling her now.
Once Bulma heard the click of the door shutting she let her tears flow. "I scare her now. She doesn't trust me. I don't deserve to be trusted." Trying to decide where to let her tears fall only brought a thought of desolation to her and caused her to cry harder. "I'm stronger than this! I have to be!" She held her breath trying to bring the tears to a halt. She watched hopelessly as a tear fell onto her nightgown.
Everything seemed to freeze in time as it splashed lightly on the white fabric. Bulma waited for the hole to burn, but found herself a few moments later still waiting for it to burn through. He wiped the tear up and bent down to the floor to see if it would cause any damage. None could be seen. Bulma wiped her face up no longer thinking of her emotional pain and ran into the bathroom.
She looked into her own eyes through the mirror only to see the normal redness from the crying not the vein covered dry look she got the past two times the tears were acid. Confused she wiped her eyes once again and splashed her face with water then dropped her face into her arms, leaning against the sink. Her tears started again and this time it felt good just to let out something fresh and non lethal to calm her.
That's was when it started again. The beautiful, muffled tune nonchalantly pierced her ears. Bulma lifted her head ad walked over to the glass door separating her from the outside world. She slid the door open and fell against the threshold.
"Just in time Vegeta." Bulma smiled breathlessly as a breeze blow through her hair in the soft summer night. Bulma couldn't see him but knew he was in his tree again, her view blocked by the many cherry blossoms. She listened again, letting tears flow with a whole new feeling. She closed her eyes and listened, her heart feeling content once more with the gentle harmony. "Just in time."
Bulma was so taken with the music she ceased to realize when one of her tears fell to the ground most of it splattered, but a small piece in the center of the tear remained, crystallized as hard as a diamond.
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A/n: I guess that was pretty angsty. A lot of tears on Bulma's part and I know she's a stronger woman then that, but the tears are a big part to the story. I'll try to fit it in better. Also Vegeta is not ashamed of Vegeta-Sei's history, just its weakness. It seems like he's relying on Bulma's skill more then his own but there's a reason I promise.
Sigh
I really want more Vegeta and Bulma interaction and I know you guys really want it too, don't worry there will be. This was mostly a lot of background info. Hope its interesting enough to keep you wondering where this stories going next. Please let me know if you're still interested because I'm just insanely worrisome. Even if people don't like this story anymore I'm going to keep writing it, but I'd hate to think I would loose the interest of people who absolutely loved this story.
Love you guys!
Iceis