VFC: (dodges a flying piece of shrapnel) I know, I know! (prepares to be bricked) I'm sorry my mind went dead! T.T Anyways! I decided to call Mirai Trunks "Kid" because I'm too lazy to keep writing "that purple haired kid", or in Vegeta's case, "that purple haired brat"… I'm going to say the disclaimer in Al Bhed!
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Remember: VFC SUCKS at writing battle scenes… -.-; …So I just don't!
P.S. I read through the chappie before I uploaded it and I didn't find any mistakes... If you peoples find any...then blame Krillin! n.n
"Talking" 'Thinking/Flashbacks/dreams…etc.' Saiya-go (A/N: Author's Notes)
One Girl, One Wish
Chapter Fourteen: A Dark Premonition
" Kokyuu o kurikaesu
Hitsuyou na mono wa mitsukarazu
Subete no yasuragi o kowasu
Onaji ayamachi o karakas
--
Take another breath
You can't find what's important
Destroy all of the peace
Make the same mistake over again"
–Gackt: Lust For Blood–
Vegeta's POV
This disgusting planet smells like a damn swamp… I'll be grateful when I'm far away from this mud ball of a planet… which shouldn't be long from now… I've destroyed a large amount of the inhabitants of this planet after separating myself from Bulma and… whoever that purple haired brat is… I find something oddly familiar about that kid… but I don't understand why…
I sighed, glancing carelessly around at my surroundings, feeling no sympathy for those damned Meteorans… particularly after the "ruler" of this pitiful planet somehow managed to carve a large gash into my arm with his knife… I can handle an occasional slice into my skin… but whatever that knife was made of caused the pain to be exceptionally excruciating… The pain felt as if the blade was stripping the flesh off my body, burning into my muscles, and carving straight into the bone…even though it was not a deep cut… The throbbing pain was so intense it slightly distorted my vision when I first received the injury…
After disposing of the bastard that had done it to me, I managed to clean the wound and wrap it with a piece of cloth… However, the agonizing pain is still there…
I winced slightly as I examined the dark crimson fluid seeping through the cloth I had wrapped around the cut. I don't understand why it hasn't stopped bleeding… Usually, I heal fast…even from the greatest of injuries, but something—if it was the metal the knife had been made from or something the blade could have been soaked in—is preventing the gash from healing…
I attempted to shift my thoughts to something else as I felt another wave of pain from the gash. I should probably go check on Bulma again; it's been nearly four hours since I saw her last… I'm confident that she will want to rip me apart once she sees my arm… Then I will have two pains: the throbbing in my arm and the throbbing that will soon be in my head…
Then there is this…odd energy I keep feeling… It seems vaguely familiar as if I have felt it somewhere before…but I cannot place whom it belongs to… The strength of the energy force nearly rivals Frieza's… but I cannot decide whether the energy feels malicious or not… and it brings much unease to my mind… Also, the energy appears to be somewhere very near that kid and Bulma…
Without a second thought, I immediately took to the skies and made my way toward Bulma's ki energy.
Bulma's POV
"…Vegeta…?"
Kid—I decided to call the lavender haired kid that since he won't tell me his name—quickly turned to give me a confused glance. He slowly raised a questioning eyebrow. "It's Vegeta, I can feel him coming this way," I explained quickly. Kid nodded and returned his attention to what he was previously doing.
A raspy, almost robotic voice began chuckling, "It's a shame that your prince won't make it here in time to… 'save' you both," the voice said.
"It's not…possible…" my voice faltered as I barely managed to contain my surprise. "You can't—" I trailed off, slowly shaking my head in disbelief.
Kid instantly took the defensive and moved in front of me. "Stay behind me…" he whispered. Even though I hate when people tell me they will protect me—I started feeling this way after Vegeta taught me to fight—I was in too much shock to oppose him.
"Aw… how cute…but I'm afraid it won't do you any good to protect her…" another, slightly feminine, voice chimed in. I could tell the owner of this voice was smiling by the sound of his voice… I also recognized whom the voice belonged to… "Not when you are up against us," it continued.
"Who are you?" Kid called out. "Show your faces, you cowards" He was barely able to finish his sentence as a large fist collided with his stomach, silencing him. Kid fell to his knees holding his abdomen. I was about to ask if he was all right when an arm slid around my waist, constraining my arms. Another hand slapped against my mouth as I was pulled backward into my captor. I quickly realized it was the feminine voice man.
"Did you really think you could get away from us that easily?" he whispered into my ear.
"How…could this have happened?" Kid choked out. "You…aren't supposed… to be this strong…!" He was answered with a swift kick to his side sending him rolling across the dirt.
A robotic laughter filled the air. "Well, I've had a couple modifications kid; I'm almost as powerful as the great Lord Frieza now," he said.
My captor also laughed, "Tell our 'dear' Prince Vegeta that if he ever wants to see his woman alive again, he will go to Lord Frieza immediately…and he will go alone," he said, putting extra emphasis on the word 'alone'.
Trunks' POV
I watched helplessly as that bastard took to the air with my young mother. How could those simple attacks do this to me?! How could I have miscalculated the power of these two!? It must have something to do with me coming back to the past… I knew it wasn't a good idea…but how could I say no to Mother…?
"Remember… convey our little message to Vegeta or something very unpleasant will happen to the woman…" His atrocious metallic voice was beginning to make my ears ring… I nodded painfully then he smirked and took to the sky as well. "Oh… and here's a little present for you," My eyes widened as a large ball of energy zoomed toward me. There was no time for me to dodge… He hadn't put enough energy into the blast so it wasn't fatal, but it did leave quite a few scratches and bruises.
I glared after his power trail for a few moments. "Damn it…You aren't even…supposed to be alive…" I spat, rolling over to lie on my back.
Not too long later, I saw my young father hovering in the sky, glaring down at me. He landed slowly and I turned my head toward him. He continued to glare at me, his eyes never leaving mine, before finally taking his gaze from me to look around.
"Vegeta…they…took her…" I coughed out.
His gaze practically burned a hole through me. "Who took her?" he asked harshly.
"Zarbon…and Dodoria…"
My young father's eyes narrowed as his glare—if it was even possible—intensified. "Dodoria is dead," he practically hissed.
I shook my head, slightly wincing from the pain. "He's supposed to be dead…but he's not… He's different now…"
It was at that moment that Goku decided to appear.
My young fath– Vegeta shifted his death glare from me to Goku as he materialized before us. I carefully began to pick myself up. "Hey Vegeta!" Goku exclaimed in a cheery voice.
"Kakarrot… What the hell are you doing here? I'm in a very foul mood right now…so say what you have to say then get the hell out of my sight," Vegeta crossed his arms proudly and shifted his gaze away from Goku.
"Uh… Well, I came to tell you that we found four of the dragon balls…Bulma's dad found the dragon radar and…" Vegeta's menacing glare quickly silenced Goku. "Uh… where's Bulma…?" he asked quietly, changing the subject. This question earned Goku a low growl from Vegeta. "Vegeta…?"
"Frieza has her now…" I said solemnly, making my presence known to Goku. As he turned to look at me, his eyes widened in shock.
"Hey! What happened to you?!"
"I'm fine…" I smirked then turned to Vegeta. "They want you to go to Frieza…" He nodded then took off into the skies without another word. I stared after him, hoping he would be all right by himself… Then I turned to Goku.
"We should go after him," he said.
I slowly shook my head, "No, Goku… They said they wanted him to go alone…" I knew Goku was about to protest so I continued. "I don't think they are going to hurt her…but if we go, they will," I clenched my fists and looked away from him. I couldn't believe what I was saying! I knew it was the truth…but it still took everything I had not to follow after my young father…
"You're sure about this…?" Goku asked. I returned my gaze to him and saw the features of his face had hardened. This made him look so much different from the Goku I know…
"Yes, Goku," I said hesitantly.
His face softened then he looked to me in confusion. "Wait… How do you know my name? I don't think we've ever met before…" I could feel my body beginning to tense. Should I tell him who I am, where I am from? Mother had said that I could trust Goku. She said that I could tell him…about me…but should I? I closed my eyes and sighed.
"Goku… You can never disclose the information that I am about to tell you to anyone." He nodded so I continued. "My name is Trunks… I came back in time from a very hellish future…" His eyes widened in surprise but he said nothing, allowing me to continue. "I came back to keep Vegeta from dying; it was my mother's idea…"
"Your…mother?"
"Bulma…" Goku's eyes widened again as he stared at me in shock. "There… is another reason why I am here."
"Another reason? What is it?"
"I'm here because…"
( A/N: Yes… I am that evil! n.n; Sorry... O.o; )
Bulma's POV
Blackness. I saw nothing but blackness. I tried to move, but something very cold was clasped tightly around my wrists and ankles to prevent me from doing so. Common sense seemed to elude my mind and I began to panic. I struggled desperately to get free from whatever was holding me. I found that each time I moved there was a clanking sound. Chains? Is that what was causing the sound? Have I been chained up like a wild animal?
"It seems our princess has awoken," A metallic chuckle filled the air. I squinted my eyes in a fruitless attempt to see the speaker.
"It appears so," another, more feminine, voice responded to the first.
'Frieza's lackeys…' I guessed. 'But there should only be one…How could he still be alive?' I ruminated. "What do you goons want with me?" I asked harshly, making an effort to hide my growing fear.
My mind recognized the voices as they spoke since it was too dark for me to see them. "Lord Frieza thinks your 'beloved' Saiyan cannot be trusted…" 'This was Zarbon…'
"Yes… and he asked us to make sure he would do exactly what Lord Frieza wants him to do without any hesitation…" 'Dodoria… the bastard who should be dead…'
My eyes began burning with anger. "Vegeta would have done what Frieza wanted! You didn't have to bring me here. He–" My words were halted as the room was filled with a blinding light. I slightly closed my eyes until they slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness. I gasped at the sight before me.
Zarbon stood smiling lazily before me. Next to him was Dodoria… but he looks so different now… Nearly half of his body was covered in metal, robotic parts. Little of his pink flesh remained.
"Surprised Princess?" Dodoria chuckled.
"What… Why… What are you…?" my voice faltered.
Dodoria smirked quite menacingly and began to explain. "Why… thanks to that Saiyan I am now almost what you would call… an android," He spat the word "Saiyan" as if it was poison sitting upon his tongue. It really made my skin crawl. "But maybe I should be thanking that Saiyan runt," I raised an eyebrow at his words. "Because by making me this way he has given me power…" Zarbon chuckled as I glared toward the pink, metallic alien.
"You're insane," I accused defiantly. "Now let me out of here!" I glared at him in a very Vegeta way.
"You want to be rid of us so quickly?" Zarbon asked, feigning hurt. "But the fun hasn't even begun yet." He smiled at me making my stomach churn.
I scoffed at his words. "Fun… I doubt that…"
Dodoria laughed as the two of them turned to leave. They switched off the lights as they exited, leaving me alone in the dark…
Or so I thought…
VFC: Dodoria is like Mecha Frieza! Blegh… sorry if that chappie was kinda short…and bland…See, this is why I want to go back to writing in third person…I think I could write more details or something…and maybe go more…in depth or whatever it's called…
Okies, I have a somewhat VERY IMPORTANT announcement to make! So IF YOU NEVER READ THESE RANDOM THINGS AT THE BOTTOM, I SUGGEST YOU READ THIS ONE SO YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON!! I think I bolded the most important parts though…
I'm going to start rewriting this story…because I was reading over it one day…and I feel like I left a lot of things out in the open… like "What happened to Yamcha?", "Where is everyone else during all of this?", "What happened to Vegeta's mother?", "Where is the awesome Mr. Piccolo?", "Why is Vegeta so OOC?!"… I'm going to change some things too…and maybe try to make the chapters longer… So if one day this story suddenly disappears, do not worry, it will be back soon after it disappears!
Okies, I think I'm done… n.n; Please review?
OH! One more thing… If you want, you can check out my new story… It's rated M, but only for language… It's called The Unforgiven. Ok, I'm seriously done now! O.o;