Chapter 4
Bulma woke up to silent calls. She looked around, she was no longer in her bed, but she found herself in a cold street. She stood up, checked what she was wearing, which was nothing but a loose tank top and some sweat-pants. Her feet were bare, and a light chill had risen.
The voices continued, calling out to her, but she couldn't make it out. It was too hard to understand. "Who are you?!" she called out. No response. The sounds faded, until she couldn't hear them anymore. She called out to them again, but they didn't answer.
The sound of breaking glass made Bulma whirl around, and she instantly saw a person being hauled through a window, who landed on the cold street-tiles with the sickening crack of bones. Bulma gasped as she walked closer. It was dark, but she instantly recognized the spiked black mane the boy had. "Vegeta??" she asked. No response. He was dead.
A painful scream made Bulma look up, and a familiar figure dropped, dead. No matter what Bulma did, every time, there came more deaths, and the street reeked of blood, and death…
Bulma screamed as she shot up in bed, and she looked around hurriedly. When she realized where she was, she sighed in relief and placed a hand on her heart to calm it. 'What was that about?' she wondered as she dropped back onto her bed.
That nightmare had been plaguing her for about a month now. It had started some time after she'd broken up with Yamcha. Yamcha had tried to make it up to her, but she kept slamming the door in his face. But, as hard as it is to make a mole fly, it was even harder to make Yamcha realize that it was over. His skull was simply too thick.
Bulma felt the need to get out, but she knew that she couldn't just do that.
However, she soon got the feeling she was being watched. She looked around, but no one was there.
"Odd," she mumbled. "It feels like I'm being watched, but nobody's here."
She shrugged.
"Guess I was just imagining things."
How very wrong she was.
He watched the young girl look around, trying to locate the one watching her, but he knew that she could never see him. He wasn't even there to begin with. He was staring down into a large, crystalline orb, floating above the floor at eyes-height. Watching her had been one of his favorite past-times, for a month now. If what they had discovered was true, this could be a great opportunity.
There was something about the clan that had almost stopped them all from reproduction.
They were with an uneven number. There was one male more than there were females. He was the only one of his clan without a mate by his side. This all, was actually the huge mistake of those humans. They exterminated all of his clan, and expected to get away with it. They had another thing coming!
Morning came quickly, and Bulma woke up surprisingly early. She got out of bed, walked to her walk-in closet and drowsily picked something to wear. It consisted out of a pair of baggy sweatpants, a blue tank top, and some sneakers. She smiled at herself, and sat down in front of her vanity-mirror. There were dark black circles under her eyes, but it was nothing a little make-up couldn't cure.
Bulma was half-asleep when she came downstairs. She gave a yawn, and sat at the kitchen table.
"You alright, hunny?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine," Bulma said, digging into her breakfast.
After breakfast, Bulma went outside, planning to go to the mall by car, when she remembered that it was at the garage.
"Oh, great," she mumbled.
"Hey Bulma Babe!" an all too familiar voice said. "Need a ride?"
Bulma turned to Yamcha with a look of hatred on her face.
"Get lost Yamcha! I don't want anything to do with you!" Bulma hissed.
"Ah, come on babe! I said I was sorry! I really am!" Yamcha said, attempting to get closer to Bulma, when three people stepped up in front of Bulma.
"She said no," Vegeta hissed with venom in his voice.
Elvor and Haelles growled and pulled out two giant blades, one a pure white, while the other was pitch-black (Elvor's holding the white one, Haelles has the black one). The two broadswords were almost identical, save for their colors. Strange carvings could be detected all over the hilts, and the pommelstones were a blood red and pure black gem.
Bulma had absolutely no idea why the Dragon Riders were helping her, but she didn't mind, as long as Yamcha didn't get near her, she was fine with everything. She stuck out her tongue and pulled down the bottom of her eye anime-style at Yamcha. However, Yamcha still didn't catch the drift.
"Hey! I'm just trying to spend some time with my girl!" he defended, and Bulma was about to retort, when someone else beat her to it.
"As I heard from my siblings about a month ago, you are not her boyfriend, and she does not want to see you," a chilling feminine voice said.
Bulma turned, and carefully hid a gasp.
There, stood a more adult version of Laze, and it wasn't Azanka, for this girl's eyes were also sapphire blue. This girl was also a member of the Dragon Riders, easy to tell for she also wore nothing but the usual Dragon Rider 'Uniform', with a silver Dragon dangling from a chain on her forehead. The dark black markings on her face were different from Norak and Laze, keeping Laze and this newcomer easily separated.
"Oh, Anja, you're late," Vegeta said casually.
"Sorry Vegeta, but there was a traffic jam and it took me some time to hop across all those cars without getting arrested by the cops," the girl, obviously named Anja, replied with a smoothness in her voice that seemed rather normal in their family.
Bulma nearly tumbled over, but recovered fast.
Anja turned to Yamcha, and hissed: "So, if I were you, I'd get out of here."
"If you value your life," Elvor and Haelles said at the same time. "Because we assure you, these blades are for real."
Vegeta chuckled with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Better believe them. They don't kid around you know."
Within a second, Yamcha ran like his tail was on fire. Elvor and Haelles straightened up and sheathed their blades. Vegeta turned to Bulma.
"You know, you should really learn how to fight, it makes things a lot easier."
Bulma looked astonished.
"Probably, but I'm just not made for stuff like that."
"And do you think we have been the way we are from the start?" Anja queried, placing her hands on her hips.
Bulma looked around the four Dragon Riders, unsure of what to say. Most of them were quite a few inches taller than her, and also a lot broader, though not freakishly so. Finally, she broke the silence.
"Thank you for getting rid of Yamcha for me, but… I'm just not made to be a fighter, it's just the way it is."
They suddenly all took a large step back, eyes wide.
They recovered however, and Vegeta said: "So, you believe in Fate and Destiny?"
Bulma was confused.
"Well, mother keeps saying that people are destined to be one thing or another, and that my destiny is to follow in my father's footprints."
Anja seemed to cringe at that sentence.
"But you are not a thing," Elvor said.
"I agree on that one," Vegeta murmured. "We Dragon Riders do not believe in such foolish things as Fate and Destiny. We choose it, we are not bound by rules people make to try and make the world a better place, trying to tell us what to think, and what you shouldn't think."
Bulma was stunned into silence.
"We soon learned we thought exactly like Dragons did, and it's how we got our name."
"Know what Laze would say about this?" Anja suddenly muttered.
"Insanity leads to chaos, then to solitude…
The fruitless effort of adding meaning to what is meaningless.
A lone crimson tear falls to the sea…
The echo of the remaining star cries out in the infinite vacuum.
The least I can do is send my distant prayers.
Over the wind of time, setting sail on dreams…"
"How'd she come up with that?" Elvor asked curiously.
Anja shrugged.
"Don't know, but she also said: 'Corena Terosa'."
"Corena what??" Haelles asked.
"Hey people! We're losing track of the subject here!" Vegeta suddenly said.
Bulma, was still silent, then said: "I'll… I'll think about it."
The black and red convertible came to a halt near the mall, and Bulma stepped out of the driver's seat. Anja had given her permission to borrow a car of her, which was (naturally) nothing but black and red. Actually, the car was rather beautiful.
The car shone a bright black, and the blood red flames on the sides were a true sight to see on the black surface. Bulma found the car pretty, so, to keep it from being stolen, she put it in a capsule, and entered the mall.
"What… the… fuck's… gotten… into… you…?"
"You better shut your mouth bitch!"
"Didn't you notice your arms are still moving like they should?"
"No… please don't…"
"You're dead!!!"
"Did I die in the battle as well?"
"Please… just go away…"
"Their creator is named Perco."
"No!"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Damn! I nearly forgot!"
"Now I am."
"Working early in the morning miss?"
"Mega might be good…"
"Stay inside your shell constantly, and the world will slowly crush you."
"Wha… what the… what the fuck happened?!?!
"I need some advice…… mother."
"Or else…"
"Didja think I'd fight ya without an ace up ma sleeve?"
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!"
"She's not here yet?"
"If pain is all you know, and all you wish to remember, you're pretty much dead."
"Mother! What's wrong?!"
"That would be a correct term to ussssse!"
"Holy… Cosmos…"
"KID GLOVES ARE OFF!!!"
"Why… are… you… doing… this… to… me?"
"So I noticed you idiot!"
"Well bout time!"
"You act as if I care."
"However, I hope you're prepared to FACE THE PAIN OF HELL!!!!!!"
"NOOOOOOO!!! GO AWAY AND LEAVE US ALONE!!!! YOU'VE CAUSED ENOUGH HURT ALREADY!!!!! JUST GO AWAY!!!!!!"
The chained down girl started screaming in pain and anguish, her eyes clenched shut as her mind continued.
"STOP THE MACHINE!!" a boy shouted and ran over to her.
The machine was quickly turned off, and the girl shot up, her eyes wide and her skin as pale as a sheet. The boy unstrapped her, and allowed her to collapse on him, crying. She was so vulnerable right now.
"Make it stop… please… make it stop…" she begged, tears cascading down her cheeks, while the boy tried to calm her down.
A sudden gush of wind picked up, and the girl clutched tighter to the boy, until it loosened. He pulled her back, confused, but then he saw her closed eyes. When they opened, they were of a pure violet.
"The Black Wind begins to howl… One among us… Will shortly perish…"
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