A/N: *trigger warning* Some pretty heavy violence and gore this chapter.

A long chapter, just for you all!
This will be more than likely the second last chapter, this fic is coming to a close. But I love the omegaverse world I've created so much I may write more about it in the future.

A HUGE thank you to the amazing Serena and Getasgirl for helping me and being beta to this fic and all my others.


System one eight

"Now this, right here. Is system one eight," Her father said, his tone dipped in decibels. "This protection system is one of a kind. Do not activate it unless you absolutely have to."

On occasions like this, when her father spoke about the world around them she paid close attention. Even when he just implied to the alpha, omega or beta dynamics they lived under, it never failed to catch her ear.

"Unless I have to? Like when? When would I need it?"

"You will know my dear, our world is still filled with danger. Not only must you hide from the beta, but you also need to hide from an alpha that may find you. If this happens, activate system one eight "

"Hide from an alpha? Why hide, aren't I to find an alpha Daddy?" Bulma asked.

A look of pure distress fell over her father. Even a mere 12 years of life had taught her, she understood when her parents were reluctant to tell her information. It truly terrified her, making her conclude the world outside of their village was horrifying.
The Doctor, her father, the scientist cleared his throat. Always explaining best he could to his pre-teen daughter.

"One day we will explain further to you my little love. For now, let's go over the security protocols" He smiled warmly. "Here is system one eight's capsule. All you need to do is call out system one eight , and the control panel will switch on inside the capsule."

Bulma stuck her head around her father to see a green light illuminate on the wall behind him.

"Oh, I see"

"Now, this system will activate no matter if there is power or not." He said, tapping the powercell that was green.

Their humble little cottage hid technology secrets well. The nuclear generator under the building powered all of her father's creation. It would, if found, also be the end of them all.

"Right!"

"When it is activated, call out the protocols by telling the system to switch to the desired stages. As listed here". He said, lifting and twisting a small photo frame on the wall.

The back of the frame had a list of stages. She began reading them silently, only muttering the last stage.

"Stage four - I have found my soul bound alpha?" Bulma read it as a question, then looked up at her father.

"Hunny, one day, many years from now… You will find your soul bound alpha. And you must bond with him," her mother appeared, wiping over some dishes with a tea towel.

Bulma experienced another wave of confusion. This was the first time her parents had mentioned bonding .

"Bond? I thought alphas were to be feared? I'm confused."

Her parents looked toward one another, searching the others eyes for a way to explain to their daughter.

"Yes, groups of them, out hunting," her Father said.

"Hunting?"

"Yes, hunny, hunting for omega. But they are not the ones you will bond with. You will one day, meet an alpha. On this day you will know he is yours ." Her mother looked adoringly toward her husband.

" How? How will I know?"

The air filled with an uncomfortable scent from her parents. This normally meant the end of the conversation.

"Another time then. Come on little love, let me show you the rest of the security system and power room.


Fuck! Vegeta clenched his fists. This alpha was unusually huge. He had heard of the race, Cewri. Ancient ancestors who passed down their enormous size and otherworldly strength. Even in his beast form, he would have trouble taking down the giant.
Easily 7ft tall, the alpha only needed two strides and he would be on Vegeta. Down to one knee as his body drained itself of its energy. His eyes leaped around, searching for any kind of weapon. Anything to aid him in this unwinnable fight.

Give in to me, let me take over. I will end him!

Now was not the time for a hostile alpha take over. He needed his wits, a chaotic alpha was not. Pushing the voice back down. Now his restraint was coming back online, his alpha was easier to drown out.

"I'll rape that little bitch in front of you before I rip out your fucking eyes, and tear off your limbs. Leaving you as a fucking stump to die!" Mustard almost sang out to him.

If you push me away scum, he will take her! FREE ME!

A burst of vanilla, followed by a hint of blueberries hit him. Thoughts of his omega came back into the forefront. If he failed, if he let this monster…

No!

Rumbling from the ground trembled his legs and passed the vibrations up through his trunk. Mustard was on the move. One more step and he would make contact, fist pulled back, ready to be unleashed.
No, he needed more time to strategise. Vegeta shut his eyes and hoped his forearms could take the blow and defend his head. Tucking his neck down, he braced.

"Oh my god!" Bulma screamed from the bushes beside them.

You piece of shit, we are going to perish!

Fists incoming. three, two, one…

Do it, NOW!

He was completely engulfed by the emptiness of the next few moments. No impact came, only grunting in frustration could be heard. Questions raced across his mind, scrambling to make sense, while his eyes looked up and over his defensive stance.
A hiss from Mustard resulted from some kind of stabbing sound that tore into his flesh.
Eyelids stretched wide as his body reacted to the scene. Shock radiated into his psyche. What was he seeing exactly?

A woman, A young blonde woman.

"System one eight! You activated?" Bulma confirmed.

Vegeta flicked his gaze to Bulma and back to the young women. "System one…" Thoughts raged, trying to understand the information rushing to his mind. "Bulma what is going on?" Vegeta called out.

"What the fuck is this? Who are you bitch?" Mustard grunted, trying to move his captured wrist with no prevail.

His whole body was shaking, seemingly paralysed in place. A loud boom sounded as one of Mustard's knees also crashed from under him. Being made to submit to this… teenage girl.

"You, alpha, take this..." The blonde called out to Vegeta.

Without looking she threw a small vial.
Catching the small vessel, Vegeta's eyes did a once over as it twirled in his hand. A radicaliser? How did this teenage girl get this vial? Raising his head back to search her for answers, he was met with one startling blue eye.

Was she an alpha?

"It's an improved formula, all will be explained. We have no time left, this tranquilizer won't last!"

Drink the fucking vial! Give me power and release me!

Once more he searched around for something, anything but this. Taking more of a radicaliser would only push him over the edge. Losing all control of the alpha beast deep inside. He couldn't risk it a second time, even given the circumstances.

Yes! Take it, release me once and for all!

A high pitched plea came from the side of him. "Vegeta, you have to trust her, please!"

A small distraction gave the blonde female time to further insert the sharp needles from inside her palms into the solid skin of the aggressive alpha.

"You fucking bitch!" Mustard growled. "What have you done?"

Time reduced speed, allowing his mind to accelerate. It ramped up until all the sounds and thoughts combined into a huge mess of sound.

You coward, you scum, don't not deny me his fucking blood or her perfect cunt! I will end this! Do it now!

Information overload began to make his brain scramble in a fuzz of pain. With no other option, he popped the lid, the sound deafening in the highly strung moment.

YES!

He flooded his throat with the content. The effect was almost instant.


Vegeta searched around the area, before visibly coming to a decision. He swiftly drank the contents system one eight threw to him.

"About time, are you ready to fight again?" the blonde asked, still holding the monster of a man tightly.

Bulma watched as her alpha rose to his feet once more, a vigorous swelling in his frame clearly visible to the naked eye as he grew. So this was what he had taken to turn into a beast. Some disordered memory rose to the surface, an intangible thing that she just couldn't grasp. But one thing was certain from it. This was Vegeta's true form. A true form of an alpha.

"Yes, let the cunt go" Vegeta smirked. "I'm going to end this."

Something had changed, his scent, less chaotic now but somehow stronger than before. Her muted heat began to rage again. Suppressed by instincts as the alphas captured her. Now her own inner beast was encouraged and brought back to life. Her slit began to soak in her slick. Her alpha, he was back. And so was her disgustingly brutal need for him. The ache in her body strangled her in ways she had never known. Yes, she was right to enact stage four. He was her alpha. Nothing had ever been clearer.
When he was done, when this really was finally over. She wanted nothing more than his cock inside her.

The blonde, system one eight, caught her attention with only a glare. Bulma, still tied around her torso, tried to get back onto her knees so she could see her properly. Guided only by the intense feeling of pressure piercing into her.

"Goodbye Bulma, take this when you're free"

Another vial was thrown to her. Stage four. This was stage four. The facts in front of her and her own reasoning led her to believe she, too, was to drink the potion. As an omega, would it wake her inner beast as well, it was already scratching at the surface. The bond her parents spoke of, the contents of the vial, was this it? So many questions circulated inside her inner chatter.

"Goodbye? I don't understand, please, no! You need to tell me more! Father never… wait…" Her pleas were cut off by the blonde's final movement.

System one eight let her fingers lax. The sharp metallic probes that had been drawn from the palms of her hands, withdrew from Mustards thick hide. Blood forced its way to the exit and started pooling. She had been injecting him, what was system one eight? Whatever she was pumping the alpha with, now stopped.
A Colossal hand came hammering down on the small bonde, barely bouncing out of the wave of destruction, she hit the ground with a hard thud. This time, she was unable to dodge his attack. Cracking into her side, a loud scream resounded from her. The next pounding fist hit her in the face, crushing her cheeks, cracking her skull and finally knocking her out.

"Fucking cunt!" Mustard screamed, raising his foot to stomp system one eight's head.

Sequences of events played like a puppet show, controlled, slowed and the workings of someone behind the scenes. The enormous foot of the monstrous alpha came barreling down, straight toward the woman's skull.

"NO!" Bulma cried out.

In the last moment before the collision. A powerful force came from the side and wrapped around the monster's trunk, pulling his whole mass away from the unconscious saviour.
The two ginormous powerhouses ruptured the earth beneath them as they slammed into the ground.
Vegeta rose first from the carnage. Looking down on his opponent with a fury that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. More composed, more powerful.

"Your battle is with me filth. I'm not finished yet."

As Vegeta spoke, and continued his battle to win her back and protect her. A large violent reflex made her body shake itself into action. In the wake of dust that had been scattered into the air, and the fight that ensued, Bulma wriggled toward the vial that laid on the ground before her.
Picking it up with her mouth and licking the lid, as to pull it into the clasp of her teeth. She clamped down and held onto the small bottle, while moving it toward her with extreme dexterous feet. Holding on tight, she used her teeth to pull open the lid. Suctioning her lips around the opened vial, she threw it back into her mouth. Trying hard to swallow the contents without letting it settle on her tongue. The bitter tasting liquid was quickly flushed into her system.

It worked exactly as it had for Vegeta, and it worked extremely fast.

A strong pulse began in her stomach and flowed through her bloodstream, hitting her muscles and tendons, joints and limbs. Pumping her full of adrenaline and something... else. Something clear and precise. Something deep inside that seemed to bring everything together into a new synergy that felt amazing. Bulma felt incredible.

Confined by the ropes, her body pushed against the containment. Fraying the rope, string by string until the force of her newly formed body reached a pressure point.

The rope snapped.

She was free. Scrambling toward the dazed heap of a human laying on the ground. Her hand slipped under the head of the woman, caringly supporting the woman's body with her own.

"Please wake up, we need to get out of here! System one eight!" Bulma said.

Tension in the system's core pinched and convulsed the body. Soft moans and gargling began soon after.

"System one eight!"

Shockingly, a small laugh was heard before the oversized, sharp blue eyes of the blonde woman slowly opened.

"Call me Lazuli," smirking, the woman's face turned into a painting of pain. "You need to get away from here Bulma."

"Why, why did you save us?"

"I've been programmed with stages to abide by. Stage four was activated. I must produce Bulma and the chosen Alpha with the radicaliser."

Stage four, Bulma had activated it. Of course. At the time, unaware of the house was unsafe and the power cut.

"Programmed? You're…?"

"An android." Lazuli said, continuing to struggle under her. "You might not know what that is."

Bulma soberly shook her head, this just made Lazuli chuckle again.

"Your father built me, to imitate a human and comfort you while aiding you after he was gone, to be strong and to protect you."

"Built you?" Bulma asked.

"Yes, he is my creator."

"He knew he… was going to die?"

An insane war of two alphas raged around them. Each time Bulma was distracted by them, Mustard had become more of a demon and less of a man. While Vegeta stood strong, retaliating and blocking with ease.

"Yes, Bulma. You need to go back to the house. Vegeta will win this fight. Go back and read through your father's diary." Lazuli said, violently shaking as the blood left her body.

"You'll come with me, please!"

How she managed to smile, Bulma would never understand. "I'm the last thing that ties you to your father, I understand your pain. But I won't leave this place. My systems are shutting down for good."

Tears imposed themselves on her ducts and poured from her face. A living breathing creation from her father. Taken away as quickly as it was discovered. She used her dirty sleeve to wipe away the embarrassingly childish feelings she was being flooded with.

"How did you know Vegeta was the alpha I activated you for?" She finally asked.

Although parts of her face seemed to already shut down, her smile widened. While blood pooled under Bulma's cradling form, her body relaxed.

"At first I didn't... " She said, interrupted by a guttural cough. "I didn't know. Until I saw him chase after you, I followed and witnessed him throw his life down for you. I took an educated guess."

Tears rolled from Lazuli's stunning eyes, breaking Bulma's visade and creating a lump in her throat.

"Do you feel pain?" Bulma asked. Afraid of the answer.

It was the blonde's turn again to communicate without words. She nodded.

Grunts and the crushing sounds of branches being snapped from trees echoed around her.

"Why would he do that?"

"Create me to feel pain?"

"Yes…"

The need for one last answer deafened her to the surrounding chaos. The silence hissed into her eardrums and burnt into her retina. She needed this.

"So I could feel love."

No more words, or sounds were heard. The blonde android stopped moving, too much damage was sustained, so much blood had been lost. Lazuli, system one eight shut down.


It was contrasting from the time previously. This was pure. The voice of his alpha would have been consuming at this point. But all he heard were his own collective, calm inner deliberations. He was himself, fully and completely. No more fury and rage.

It was time to end this.

A swell of pride burst in his chest while he looked down at his broken enemy, the one who threatened his omega. Blood had spilled over Mustard's forehead, ran down and stained his face. All from large gashes on his head. The overwhelming stench of the alpha's danger pheromone secretion, mixed with his metallic blood began to call the animals of the woods to the scene.

"I will kill you scum! I am going to rip your fucking skin from your flesh!" The large, damaged alpha said.

"It's over cunt," Vegeta slammed his foot onto his injured leg, however the alpha did not react to this attack. "This is where you will die."

Snarling and trying to move his broken body, the huge alpha yelped in pain. Bone protruded from his leg, after being launched into an old oak tree. His back was also, obviously badly smashed, making his legs just dead weight.

"I will destroy you!"

Vegeta smirked.

With his opponent unable to stand, he booted him in the chest. Making him crash onto his back. Moving to his enemy's arms, forcing the right limb to be pinned between his large boot and the ground. Mustard swiped at him with the free arm, trying to defend himself one last time. Fear spread across his face as the truth of his fate became clear. The desperation became so loud the wolves and feline predators started to bark hungrily.

"No, you won't" Vegeta taunted, bending down.

"You fucking piece of shit! I will find you and kill you!" Mustard spat, terror soaking his tone of voice.

"The only killing that is about to happen, is from the minions of the woods. Who have witnessed the true alpha disposing of the worthless traitor!"

"No!"

Wrapping his fingers around the ugly man's head, his jaw snapping at Vegeta as he pressed his thumbs into his jelly-like eyes. Squelching could be heard over Mustard's horrific screeching. While Vegeta crushed all the contents in his eye sockets. Blinding him.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Mustard wailed, as Vegeta let his right arm go.

Vegeta looked up from the man scratching at his own face to the animals that had gathered. Something inside him, a force that linked him to them, pulled and encouraged his next move.

"You wanted to annihilate her, my omega…"

He stepped back, while the powerful, giant alpha tried to swing his arms out to grab him.

"But you will end up annihilated by them…"

Vegeta flew his head back, using his strong jaw to create a space inside his mouth. He howled deep and booming.
The animals jumped from their trance and raced toward the tortured and broken alpha, and began to devour him alive.

Vegeta took a few steps backwards to put space between him and the nasty scene. The screams and wails subsided after his throat was ripped out. Gargles and whistling replaced the high pitched yelps.

He took this chance to inhale oxygen into his lungs. The sight had erupted his senses and created a flood of adrenaline. It was then he smelt it. That sweet, mind-bending scent from his omega.

Looking around he landed on the blonde female who saved him and produced the radicaliser. Her body was stiffening by the second, a large reservoir of blood that surrounded her gave him enough evidence. She had perished by the beating to the head.

Leaving the grim scene behind him, he followed the trail Bulma had intentionally left him. With her nowhere to be seen and the blonde's demise, his apprehension shot up, making his legs pump into action. Racing through the tight, thick brushes.

"Bulma?" He shouted out.

Rushing through the dense shrubs, scratches appeared across his face and arms with each step. The state of her pheromones from the beginning of his chase to now had changed. It became more exciting, intense and wild. The darkness did nothing to dull his senses, his new form only evolving to raise him to a night-time hunter.

Her heat had flared again. In a new and irresistible form. She had changed.

Being delirious and hungry from his death match only made his rut crash hard. If she wanted to be chased, he would chase. But he was going to take her this time. There was no more shrinking from their desires. They had escaped death, escaped capture. It was time to claim her as his.

"I'm coming to ruin that delicate, tight little body. Are you ready?" He growled, encroaching in on her.

"Are you making a perfect little nest for me to fuck and breed you in?"

Pushing past branches, her whimpering made him turn. Coming face to face with a scape so visually pleasing it made his cock weep in desire. Thrashing inside his pants.
A small grotto surrounded his woman, she had already pulled dead brush and soft moss into a small section of ground. Surrounding it with branches and sticks. Her face led by her nose, jerked to meet him.

"Alpha," she almost whined.

A rage that would have been accompanied in the past by the growling of his alpha came quietly. But inflamed his need for her all the same. She was in the middle of the nest, on her knees. He was in front of her in only seconds, holding her face in the palm of his hand.

"Such a perfect nest for such a short amount of time, clever little omega."

Mewing into his hand and licking his wrist, she exposed his scent to the cool air. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed at his cock and stroked himself through the thin fabric.

"Alpha," She cooed. "I need you, please knot me, mark me as yours."

He groaned vigorously. Moving his fingers up through her soft blue hair and gripping tight. The pitch of her pleas and flushed face contorted in pain was hitting his core and raging his desires. Her yelps only straining his need further.

"You'll be mine little omega, fucked to a point of aching and swollen with seed."