Chapter 6

The water poured from the faucet, soaking the towel, before his hand turned the faucet off and picked up the now soaked towel. He carefully removed the paint on his face, revealing the large scar over his left eye that had been carefully hidden before. His eyes were scrunched down in a scowl, as he stared into his reflection.

With a scoff, he dropped the towel in the sink, and turned around to press a combination in a hidden compartment behind a tile on the wall. The wall slid aside, allowing him entrance, which he accepted gladly. The lights went on underway, before he entered the large room. In the center, stood something that had been bugging them for years, eons maybe.

Walking around the strange machine, he wondered what could be done with it, for no one knew what it could possibly be. It wasn't at all that big, not even half his size, but it was an extraordinary piece of machinery. He allowed his hand to glide over the smooth material, wondering what it was.

A sudden ringing brought him from his 'trance', and he sighed. He grabbed his portable, clicked it on, and put it next to his ear.

"Yeah what?" he asked.

He nodded with a clear 'uh-huh', and listened to the other side of the line.

"Alright, I'll get the Prince and we'll be right there."

He placed his portable in his pocket, and left the room. The room's lights dimmed, then went out as the doors slammed shut.

No one noticed the strange glow that the machine was emitting when no one was around, as if begging for someone to awaken it. It was begging a person to it, but the person wouldn't listen, or couldn't understand it. It was calling out to them, trying to make them listen, while singing its song over and over again.

Laze pulled the shirt off over her head, and threw it on a chair, with her hair waving about her as she moved. Bulma walked past the clothes that Laze had, and was amazed by the large amount of variety the Dragon Rider had. There were dresses that were torn up and showed a lot of cleavage, while there were also dresses that showed less, or none. She had torn Dragon Rider uniforms, and ones that didn't look half as torn.

Bulma glanced around the room again, admiring the large Dragon posters and statues Laze had. Dragons seemed to be very popular amongst the Dragon Riders. There were Dragons in every possible color; black, white, red, blue, green, yellow, and many more. She loved it all. It looked spectacular.

"Hey Bulma!" Laze called out.

Bulma turned around, confused.

"Ye gonna get some gear on or what?" the golden haired gall asked.

Laze looked more like a guy than a girl, but she sure as hell was female.

"Such as? I'm not sure what I should--Aah!"

Before Bulma had a chance to finish, Laze had thrown the girl a shirt, some shorts, and some loose shoes.

The clothes were black (figures), and rather tight fitting, as Bulma realized after she had put it on.

"Uh… do you have anything that won't choke me?" she asked, tugging at the tight, but elastic material around her neck.

The shirt was rather low cut, and didn't have any sleeves, and the shorts she had didn't even reach mid-thighs. They were like a pair of extra underwear or something!

"Quit whinin'!" Laze mumbled, and tossed a fiery red silken jacket over her shoulder, along with a fiery red skirt and some socks.

Bulma blinked at the clothes tossed at her, but put them on anyway. Bulma looked in the mirror when she was finished, and was a little shocked by how sexy she looked. The material hugged her curves perfectly, the jacket came just below her breasts, and the skirt reached just above her mid-thighs, showing off her shapely legs.

"Wow!" Bulma mused. "I look good!!" she said, smiling broadly.

She stopped smiling however, when there was a rather hard tug on her hair.

"With hair like tha? No way!" Laze said, and pulled Bulma away, toward a vanity table.

Bulma sat down reluctantly, not wanting to risk having her wrist broken or something. Laze remained simple with make-up, for she just painted two stripes on Bulma's face, one on each cheek, and one stripe on each forearm, and she also got a pair of red gloves too. Bulma's hair was done in an easy braid atop her head, and it looked rather cute.

Bulma had to agree; she looked even better now!

"Thanks Laze," Bulma said, and turned to face the golden haired girl.

Laze smiled too, and Bulma noticed that Laze wore a total different out-fit, as well as different hairstyle.

Due to the large amount of hair that Laze possessed, it was tied up in two big ponytails at the uppersides of her head. She wore a red dress that just reached the edge of her shorts, decorated with dark black markings and a strange V shaped belt around her waist. The dress also had two shoulderplates, and it had a rather large tear over Laze's chest. It clung tightly to her chest, and Bulma noticed immediately that Laze had also removed her bra. Laze also wore gloves, but she had the fingers cut off.

"Hey, no sweat!" Laze said with a smile.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and the duo looked rather surprised.

"Oh righ!" Laze suddenly said. "Tha mus' be Vegeta! I asked 'em to ge here ta train with us and Norak."

With two steps at a time, she raced downstairs, her hair flying about behind her. Bulma took a deep breath, and headed downstairs as well. Norak was already there, and he too wore something different.

His out-fit was like some sort of tuxedo, only it was made out of velvet and it was worn over a fiery red shirt that had a strange emblem embossed on it with black, and some loose red pants that were tucked into his shoes. The tuxedo ended in one piece at the back, and there were blood red curls embossed on it, with good precision. His hair was done in a braid at the nape of his neck, though not too tightly. He looked up when he heard Bulma descend the stairs, and he smiled.

"Nice out-fit," he complimented.

"Thanks," Bulma said timidly.

Besides her own friends and her family, no one found her taste good. Actually, there were times that even her parents disapproved of something, and forbade her to buy it. This was mostly done by her father, because her mother didn't really bother, as long as she was happy.

That was when Laze returned with Vegeta, and Bulma had to do her best to keep a gasp inside her mouth. Vegeta was dressed in the most beautiful clothes she'd seen on any man. He wore some wide, dark black pants with bright red flames embossed on the sides, a black sleeveless shirt with wide shoulders that were on a line with his neck, the front of it was open to reveal a large section of his chest and it was also embossed with red flames. Also, he wore a belt around his waist that came from his waist to his abdomen. His shoes were black. The black, flame covered gloves he wore were extremely wide at the wrists, but by the looks of it, it was supposed to be that way.

Vegeta noticed Bulma, and looked over her out-fit, then looked at the girl's face, and smirked.

"Looks good on you, Bulma," he said, and Bulma shyly shuffled her feet.

"Uh… thanks," she said.

Laze, who stood beside Vegeta, blinked in confusion, then looked at Vegeta, and back at Bulma. Her eyebrows suddenly arched downward, and the left side of her mouth curved upward into a vicious smirk, before it vanished.

They all walked outside, and saw another one of the Dragon Riders waiting for them. He was a little hard to recognize due to his sudden change of clothes, but when he looked up, it was a piece of cake. He had a black bandana tied around his head with red markings on it, and he was dressed in a black shirt under a leather vest that extended beyond his hips, and around his waist a black belt that held his leather vest neatly tucked against his body. His bottom was a pair of dark red Bermudas with decorative patterns dyed near the hems.

It would've been rather hard to recognize him, hadn't it been for the few locks of ruby red hair visible from under his bandana and his piercing emerald green eyes.

He smirked when he saw them coming, and said: "Well, it's about time."

"Oh shut up!" Laze muttered.

Elvor didn't bother, and just got onto his motor. The others did as well, but Laze waited for a moment.

"Hey Vegeta," she said, and Vegeta turned to the golden haired girl. "Can ye take Bulma with ya? I brough her here, so why don't ye bring her with ya now?" she asked, but there was a strange undertone in her voice for those with a good hearing.

Bulma looked a little shocked, because she had no idea why Laze was doing this.

Vegeta looked suspicious, but he knew that there was nothing you could get out of Laze if she didn't want to tell you, even on the outside.

"Fine, whatever," Vegeta muttered.

Elvor looked a little confused, but Laze gave him a look that told him to play along for awhile. He gave her a small nod as she stepped onto her motor, and Bulma hesitantly climbed on Vegeta's, holding onto his waist so she wouldn't fall off. Driving with Laze had nearly made her fall off to begin with, and she didn't know how fast Vegeta would go.

Vegeta looked down at the girl's hands, a little confused as to why she was holding him so tightly, but he just shrugged it off, and started up the engine. The others did the same, and Bulma could've sworn, that if you started them all together, you'd hear a Dragon's roar. Without a warning, they were off with high speeds, and Bulma clung even tighter to Vegeta, giving a yelp of surprise. She buried her face in his broad back, feeling the silk of his clothes caress her cheek. Her breasts were pressed firmly against Vegeta's back, but he either didn't care, or he didn't notice.

Bulma looked at the other Dragon Riders, and noticed, that no one was wearing a helmet, as if they couldn't care. Either they were really good, or just plain crazy. However, she remembered from a book she read, that Dragons enjoy a rush of adrenaline every now and then. Vegeta had already said that they thought a lot like Dragons, and this was probably one of the many things. Bulma finally had the courage to raise her head, and she felt the wind rush against her face.

The pressure was big, but she tried to keep looking up. Bulma didn't really see the fun in having a bashed skull, but she tried to think positive. That was rather hard to do. Her braid waved about in the wind, and Vegeta's hair did too, though his stayed up mostly. After awhile, she began to enjoy it, which was what she'd been trying to do. She smiled as they continued through the blackest part of the city, taking sharp turns, slipping under pick-up trucks for fun, as well as racing over parked cars.

Nobody in the houses seemed to bother, and allowed them to do whatever they wanted. The adrenaline pumping through her veins, was something new for Bulma, and it excited her.

Her eyes closed, as she sat in a clear meditation pose, hanging a few feet above the ground. She was dressed in the loveliest purple robes imaginable, and her sapphire blue hair was tied on top of her head in a lovely ponytail. There was a diagonal line running over her face, but, all in all, she was a true looker. He'd thought so millions of times before, but never voiced his thoughts. He didn't even send them to his mate, in fear of facing her wrath. True, she was dead now, but you could never be too careful.

He sighed, and said: "The wounds on the child are not healing."

She opened her eyes, which were a bright violet.

"What?" she asked softly, looking at him a little oddly, keeping afloat in the air. "Did you give the child her medicine?" she asked.

"It's not helping," he said.

She looked neither mad, sad, nor happy. Her feet softly touched the ground.

"What do you suggest?" she asked, and his gaze temporarily went to her chest, before hurriedly snapping back to her face.

"There's one thing, but that's too dangerous. She could get killed."

"She'll probably be dead anyway. It's her only chance."

He was silent. She had a point. Then again, when didn't she?

"I guess," he mumbled.

"It's the only way. You know, I know, and I'm sure the others do too. She'll find out on her own no matter what."

Silence.

"You have to tell her."

She walked over to him.

"It's for her own good."

He looked down at her, and stared at those lips of her for the longest time. He shook off that thought, and said:

"I'll think about it."

With that, he turned on his heel, and left. She stood there, for the longest time, before walking back to the center of the room, and continuing to meditate.

'I hoped we never had to resort to this, but we have little choice.'

Another difficult ending. Did anyone discover what those two were talking about? Did anyone even know who they were? I'll give you guys a hint; they both appear in Fighters Of The Universe, more than once. The woman I was talking about, won't appear the way she does now for awhile, and I know it'll be a little hard to figure out who that man was, but… try anyway.

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Guitar Daughter Of Piccolo: Okie-dokie!

Zev: Neato-freato-burrito??? That's a new one.

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Tracy: Well, here it is.

darkstranger380: That's in the next chapter, this was just preparation.

Ciria: Next chapter will reveal most stuff you named.

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PS: For the past few days, I'm a Chrono Cross fanatic, for those who didn't realize already. Those who know the game probably who I dressed up as whom, but for those who don't, that's no biggie. I can't beat FATE though, and that REALLY pisses me off!! I need the Mastermune and the Black Plate for that, AND I DON'T HAVE THOSE!!!! Sorry.