Happy New Years everyone! Hope everyone yelled Jumanji like I did when it struck midnight, so we can all get the hell out of this bitch of a year. But no, I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year and stayed safe and that this year will bring good times and family's back together.

And as my New Year gift to all of you, I give to you Ch: 3 or Örlendr. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I am just using these characters for my own entertainment. And secondly, I do not speak Old Norse or Icelandic I have used google translation for that. So if any of you do, and you see that it is wrong... I am sorry.

MariIvyFenta is my Beta, she is awesome and is helping me turn this into the best version of its self for all of you to enjoy!

Örlendr ch.3 - Peeking Through the Curtain of Time

Bulma sat there in her seat staring intensely at the ax she was working on, her knuckles going white from the tight grip she had on her coffee cup. Tentatively she took a slow sip from her cup, her eyes still unmoving from the ax. After the little freak-out of seeing the Viking ghost, she went back to work on the blade. But had to drop it once more when she once again saw him stomping his way through the village. She also began to realize that her surroundings were changing around her. Like a mirage, walls and buildings started to ripple up from the ground, looking like they were there but not. People were walking around and through her. But none had looked at her, none could see her. And all were so faint she had to squint in order to see them clearly. Not like how it was with the ghost who had the flaming hair. Compared to them, he was clear and crisp, all she had to do was stand, walk over to him, and she would be able to touch him. Kiss him-

'No! we are not thinking about kissing him again!' Bulma scolded herself. 'We are in a happy relationship with Yamcha. And besides, that man is just a hot Viking ghost. Nothing more.'

She tried picking up other artifacts to see if the same thing would happen, but nothing did. Her surroundings would only begin to change when she picked up that one particular ax. But for the life of her, she could not understand why.

"You're up early," A feminine voice sounded from behind her.

"What do you see when you hold that ax?" Bulma asked urgently, not even bothering to turn around and look at whom was speaking to her.

The girl chuckled as she took a seat next to Bulma. She placed her own cup of coffee down on the table and then reached and picked up the ax in question. Bulma's eyes locked onto her friend's face, searching for a reaction.

Gine was Bulma's good friend for many years, always coming along on her digs, not for archeologist purposes, but to keep everyone well fed. Gine was a very talented cook, a skill she would say passed down from generation to generation in her family.

Gine was extra excited to come along on this dig in Norway. Her family originated from here, and she was more than positive that her ancestors were Vikings. She also had other talents that she believed came from her Viking ancestors, always able to sense this and that about things. Always, speaking about the Gods this and the Gods that. Bulma would roll her eyes with a 'whatever' laugh every time. But she would still humor her friend and just listen to her, but this time she hoped that she would have something to say about the ax. Maybe clue her in as to what was going on.

"Gine, tell me, what do you see?" Bulma pushed.

Gine shrugged her shoulders as she turned the artifact over in her hands. "You know I am no good at this B. You only took me along on this trip so that you would not starve." She looked over to Bulma, her brow raised and a playful smirk on her lips. "You are an expert archeologist, but a shit cook."

"Just tell me what you see," Bulma nearly snapped.

"Ok, ok. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Gine said with a roll of her eyes. "Umm, it's a blade of some kind. Maybe to an ax-"

"No, not the ax. Around you, what do you see around you?"

Gine's eyes snapped to Bulma's, both of her brows rising in confusion. But she obliged to her inquiry and looked at her surroundings. "The dig site Bulma, I see the dig site." She looked back to Bulma and placed her hand on her forehead, her concern now taking over. "Are you feeling alright? There is something off about you-" Gine then froze mid-sentence, and her eyes widened in shock. "There is definitely something different about you. Something about-"

"Ya, she could not sleep very well last night." Yamcha interrupted as he snuck up behind Bulma and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You feeling alright this morning Babe?"

Bulma's eyes never left Gine's concerned face as she answered her boyfriend, "Ya, I'm ok." She lied. Normally, she does not believe in all of Gine's god talk and whatnot. But from what she was experiencing this morning, she needed some sort of an explanation.

Gine nodded her head in understanding- they will revisit this when Yamcha was not around. She turned her gaze back to the ax, looking at it with a new set of eyes.

"So," Yamcha said with a grunt as he swung his leg over the bench, straddling it beside Bulma and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Where do we plan on digging today? Any spot in particular grabbing your attention?"

Bulma pried her eyes away from Gine and the ax, turning her gaze to her boyfriend on her shoulder. She smiled at him, doing her best to hide the uneasiness she still felt. "Not quite sure yet. Let's wait for the rest of the group to wake and have breakfast before deciding."

"Sounds good to me," Yamcha said with a small kiss on her shoulder. "Speaking of breakfast, what are we having, Gine?"

"Food," she replied nonchalantly.

"Well, I'd hope so," Yamcha said with a roll of his eyes. "A surprise, then I guess. My favorite."

Vegeta, Norway. 1050 A.D.

Vegeta stomped his way about the village, his eyes peeled and on the lookout for his blue beauty the whole time. But she did not show her face again, and according to the seer, she would not be until he was drenched in red. The only time that Vegeta saw him being able to get that chance was on this upcoming raid. He needed those boats done and needed them done now.

With determination, he made his way to the shipyard in hopes that he could speed along the process.

"Status report!" Vegeta hollered as his longboats came into view. "How much longer until they are ready for sailing, Kakarot!."

A head popped up from within one of the longboats. This young Saiyan Viking man looked almost identical to the village seer, minus the scar, beard, and blood dripped cloth wrapped around the eyes. And his face had a permanent look of pure joy, everything from his sparkling eyes, goofy hair that had no sense of direction, and his shit-eating grin. A thick piece of jerky stuck out on the side of his mouth- that man always had food somewhere on his person, and most of the time, it was just in his mouth.

"Hey, Vegeta," Kakarot yelled in greeting as he hoisted himself up onto the side of the boat that he was currently working on. He comfortably positioned himself in a squat on the rail of the longboat, his elbows resting upon his knees. "How are things? I Heard you went to go and see dad. What did he say?" He asked as he grabbed the jerky in his mouth and ripped off the now soggy piece of meat, chewing and swallowing it before placing the jerky back in.

"That is none of your concern," Vegeta growled. "Now update me on how the ships are coming along. Are they getting close to sailing time yet?"

"Uh," Kakarot stood up out of his squat, now effortlessly walking along the rail of the boat. "Well, these are the biggest and by far the best ones I have built yet. But I would not say they are quite ready for sailing." He paused, turned to take a full look at all of his creations, hands placed on his hips. He then spun back around to face Vegeta. "But they will be ready come raiding time, once the snow is no longer on the ground."

He jumped off his boat and landed in front of Vegeta. "Now you gotta tell me what did dad say. And trust me, you have to listen to what he says! Because he had told me," Kakarot then closed his eyes and gave his best seer impersonation. "'Son, follow your stomach. It will lead you to your future.'" He snapped his eyes back open to a now very irritated Vegeta, but was unfazed by it and continued with his story. "And I did, and it led me to Chi-Chi! The most perfect wife and shieldmaiden I could have asked for. So tell me, what did he tell you?"

Vegeta stared at his friend, irritation seeping out of his eyes. "Kakarot, you are an imbecile." But reluctantly, he let out a heavy sigh before filling Kakarot in on what the seer had told him.

"Really?" Kakarot said in surprise. "You have to be drenched in red before you can have her?"

"That is what the seer said. So you understand now why I need my boats finished sooner?"

Kakarot nodded his understanding. "But that can't be done. You don't want me to rush the job or risk us sinking before we even make it out of the fjord."

Vegeta growled his irritation and looked out toward the nearby shoreline. His heart stopped at what he found. She was there, standing just out of the reach of the water's edge and looking around nervously, clutching something to her chest.

"I see her," Vegeta whispered. Too nervous that if he made too much noise, she might disappear again. "She is there, by the water."

Excited, Kakarot turned to look, "I don't see her," he said disappointedly. "But wait," He turned to look Vegeta up and down. "You're not drenched in red."

"No," Vegeta said, his voice still no higher than a whisper. "She is just tempting me."

Just then, her blue eyes locked with his, sending shivers and chills all down his spine. His knees buckled, wanting to move forward and claim her as his. But he remained still, not wanting to scare or frighten her. Instead of running, like she did last time, she squared her shoulders and held his gaze, intriguing him even more. A slight smirk sneaked its way on his lips as he took in everything about her. Her long flowing blue hair looked like the most unique and softest silk the world had to offer. Her skin pale, and unmarried by scars from the horrors of the world. Perfect and smooth, His fingers itched to touch and explore every inch. Her eyes were like sapphires, powerful stones that could even hold the wildest of fires within. He was finding himself getting lost in them.

His daydreaming was rudely interrupted by Kakarot.

"Hey, you want me to sacrifice a goat to Freya and pour its blood all over you?" Kakarot asked in all seriousness. "This way, you will be drenched in red and will be able to claim her as yours."

Slowly, Vegeta turned his gaze to Kakarot. Completely dumbfounded by his idiotic friend. "No," Was all he simply stated.

"Oh, come on, it will be a win-win!" Kakarot said, trying to get Vegeta to see it his way. "You will get your woman, and I will get dinner. Chi-Chi would make a mean meal out of that goat."

"No!" Vegeta yelled, finding himself even more dumbfounded. "First off! You can't turn a sacrifice to Goddess Freya into your dinner. That is a sacrifice. Secondly! I am more than positive that is not what the seer meant by me being drenched in red, to have goat blood poured all over me... You idiot."

Kakarot then shrugged his broad shoulders in a 'whatever' manner. "Then at least go and talk to her. Don't just stand there staring at her like she is a piece of meat." Kakarot then reached up and grabbed a hold of the side of the longboat and effortlessly pulled himself back into it. "I'll be in here if you need me."

Vegeta groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did he have to befriend such an imbecile?

With a small sigh, he looked back up to where his blue beauty was standing. Only to find that she was slowly walking over toward him. Shocked and excited, he allowed his legs to usher him forward and meet her halfway. Once they were a foot apart, they both stopped walking and just stared intensely into the eyes of each other.

His blue beauty was holding something in her hands, shyly trying to show him. Her luscious lips moved as she talked, but Vegeta did not hear anything, nor was he paying much attention to what she was showing him. He was too entranced with her beauty.

He did not believe that it was possible, but she was even more beautiful up close. He could no longer hold back the need to touch her and feel for himself just how soft her hair was. Ever so slowly, he lifted his hand to run his fingers through her hair. She had stopped talking as her blue eyes watched his every move, excitement dancing within them. He felt her soothing heat radiate off of her skin and onto his hand. One-touch, that was all he wanted, just one small touch. Her eyes slowly began to close as the euphoria danced between them, her exotic long lashes dancing with every flutter.

But just as he was feeling the slightest hint of silk on his fingertips, a horn sounded off in the distance. Signaling the approach of a longboat in the fjord.

Cursing, he dropped his hand away from her head. Her blue eyes snapping open, disappointment shooting out of them and into his. He sighed and gave her a knowing look, showing her that he too was in pain from the need with his eyes.

"Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled, getting the other man's attention. "Follow. Someone comes." And with that, he stepped around his blue beauty with Kakarot closely following behind.

Bulma, Norway. Present-day

Bulma stood silently on the beach, staring off into the fjord. The rest of the group was already off digging, but she just could not focus. She constantly found herself spacing out and or dropping things- she was a hot mess today. And so here she was, away from everyone trying to gather her thoughts, and pull herself back together. What had happened to her this morning really shook her.

Soft footprints sounded behind her until the owner stopped to stand next to her.

"I just finished making lunch for everyone," Gine said softly. "So we can talk now if you want." She slowly lifted the ax up, presenting it to Bulma, hoping she would grab it.

Bulma protectively wrapped her arms around her middle as she stared at the ax, she didn't move to get away from it, nor did she move to get closer to it.

"Are you getting bad feelings from this ax? Threatening one's possibly?" Gine asked.

"No, not at all," Bulma replied. "I feel more... It's hard to explain. I feel this pull deep within my chest just from looking at that ax. And when I hold it, I see-" Bulma stopped and shook her head. She still could not believe that she was seeing ghosts- it was just all too weird.

"What do you see when you hold this ax?" Gine pushed. "If you hold it now, what do you see? Take it and tell me. I can help you through this and help you understand. But you need to tell me what it is you are seeing First."

Hesitantly, Bulma slowly reached out and took the ax out of Gine's hands. Clinging it to her chest, she looked around at her surroundings. And ever so slowly, just like before, the mirage-like ripple of buildings and people began to rise up from the ground.

"Tell me what you see," Gine said softly, gently urging her friend to open up.

"I see buildings and people that are here but not. I see the ghost town of our dig site. But most importantly-" Bulma scanned her surroundings vigorously, searching for him. The one and the only ghost that could see her back. And then she spotted him, and their eyes locked. He looked at her with such longing in his eyes, it almost made her melt on the spot. Her heart rate began to pick up as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. To calm herself, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

"Most importantly," She continued. "I see him, and he sees me right back."

"Who?" Gine asked.

"I don't know. Some... very attractive Viking man." His gaze broke away from hers, freeing her from the trance she was unknowingly in. Shaking her head, she turned to look at Gine. "But he is different from the rest of the ghosts. He appears more clear to me, still transparent, but I can almost see every detail about him. It looks like I can just reach out and touch him."

"Have you tried speaking to him?" Gine asked, causing Bulma's eyes to almost bug out of her skull. "It's a ghost. He can't do anything to you," Gine said with a wave of her hand, brushing off Bulma's outburst of fear. "And obviously, that ax is his ax. It is the one thing that connects the two of you right now. He probably died in battle with that ax in hand, sending him to Vahalla. It's very important to him. You might be peeking through the curtain of time right now, and might be witnessing the moments before his death, and he wants to see you restore his ax. Make it that powerful weapon that it was when he died."

Bulma stood there staring at Gine, slowly processing everything that she said.

Gine shrugged her shoulder. "That is my guess as of right now. But you do also have a lot of old magic radiating off of you... So maybe that is not it. I don't know. But go try to communicate with him, show him the ax and see if that is what he wants. And then we will go from there."

Bulma slowly nodded her head. "Right... Just walk on over there and try to talk to a ghost."

Gine gave a quick sharp nod of her head.

Bulma bit down on her bottom lip as she turned back to face the Viking ghost and slowly began to make her way toward him. "Yeah... This is perfectly normal." She said in a shaky voice as she was getting closer and closer to him. Her heart rate picked up tenfold when he began to walk toward her, meeting her in the middle. She desperately tried to ignore just how attractive this man was in front of her. His alluring dark eyes, chiseled jaw, lushes lips-

'Stop it! This is a ghost, and you're in a relationship with Yamcha!' Bulma scolded herself, snapping back to her mission.

"Hi, mister Viking dude... No, you speak old Norse, so I should say heill instead. Or more formally, heill ok sæll... I'm rambling." Bulma was shaking like a leaf. But the Viking before her did not seem to pay any mind to what she was saying. He was looking at her like he had found the most precious piece of treasure, the corner of his lips pulled up into a sexy smirk.

With trembling fingers, she tried to show him the ax. "I-I found your ax. This is yours, right? Do you want-" His hand ever so gently moving to the side of her head stopped her mid-sentence. She did not know what to do. Should she back away? Run and scream? Hit him? She had no idea, so she just stayed there frozen, her eyes locked on his hand. But the closer that he got, the calmer that she became. Her eyelids became heavy and began to flutter closed, caused by the magic of euphoria that danced between them. She began to feel the radiating heat from his hand upon her head. The anticipation to feel him touch her was building up too strongly, causing a small whimper to escape from her lips.

But it never came.

Too soon after just beginning to feel the warmth of his hand, it was taken away. With fire now dancing in her eyes from disappointment, she shot him a glare. He responded with sincerity, a regrettable sigh left his lips.

"Kakarot!" He hollered over his shoulder. His deep exotic voice sent chills down her spine. Even though it sounded muffled- like he was talking to her through a glass window, she could still feel her knees getting weak just from the sound of it. "Fylgja. Einhver kemur." And with that, he stepped around her and took off toward the docks, another Viking following closely behind him.

She turned around, her eyes following his retreating form, slowly taking breaths in and out. That was not what she expected to happen.

"Well," Gine said as she approached Bulma. "That did not look like there was a lot of talking going on there. Care to explain?"

A sheepish grin spread across Bulma's face. "I have no fucking idea. But, that man..." She then found herself lost for words. She let out a shaky breath as she looked down at the ax she was still holding. "I need a break." Roughly she took it away from her chest and placed it back into Gine's hands and walked away, one of her hands placed over her forehead.

Alrighty! So what do you al think! Please leave a review for me, I love hearing form all of you. See you at the next chapter!