Oh my goodness! Where have I been? I am so sorry for taking so long to update. Life kind of happened and kept me really busy. Anywho!

First disclaimer: I own nothing! I am just using the DBZ characters for my own entertainment.

Second disclaimer: I am sending a huge thank you to MariIvyFenta for being my beta and helping me turn this story into the best version of it can be.

Third disclaimer and last: There is some gory violence in this chapter, you know the good ol normal Viking/ Saiyan stuff.

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Ch.5 - Well, this is going to be a problem

Her silky blue robe billowed and waved around her as she ran through the village. The top slowly began to open, exposing her lacey nightgown underneath. But she paid no mind to it- she had more important things to worry about.

She cried out in surprise when a sword or ax would swing close to her but quickly realized that they could not hurt her. She stood there in shock, watching the sword slice right through her. Her eyes widened in wonder and fear as she watched it dissipate away like smoke and then quickly reform back to normal once it was out of her. No matter how scary it may be to constantly have swords and axes flying toward you, to know that they will do nothing but run right through you like wisps of smoke made her search that much easier. With confident determination, she marched on, ignoring all the gory fighting around her and just keeping her eyes out for one particular Viking.

"You best hurry," a gentle yet deep voice sounded behind her.

Startled, she spun around to come face to face with another Viking. This man had a blood-drenched cloth wrapped around his eyes and wild hair, which stuck out in all different directions. He also was appearing to her crisp and clear, much like her Viking man normally would.

"Y-you can see me?" She asked him in surprise. And also completely taken back that he was speaking to her in her language.

"Yes, I can, Princess," he said with a smirk. He then quickly dropped down into a squat, dodging a swinging ax. With a swift kick of his leg, he tripped his attacker, and then, with his own ax, he quickly ended their life. Standing up before her as if nothing had just happened, he smirked at her again. "And you best hurry, Princess. Hurry and find him. You are running out of time."

"Running out of time for what?" She asked.

"Find him," was all the Viking said before he turned away from her and disappeared into the roaring battle.

'Find him.'

She recognized that voice. It was the voice that startled her awake early this morning. The same voice that basically started this whole seeing ghosts thing! And it had led her to this very moment. But why?

Suddenly something that Gine had said popped in her head-

'He probably died in battle with that ax in hand, sending him to Vahalla. It's very important to him. And you might be witnessing the moments before his death...'

Fear filled her to the bone, and suddenly she knew where to find him. The location that she had found the ax that she now clung to her chest. The location where he had died and was taken to Valhalla.

With new urgency in her step, she took off running.

Vegeta

Vegeta's shoulder collided with the shield of his opponent. He leaned into it, proving that nothing will hold him back. The other man grunted, trying with all his might to push back against the Prince before him. Vegeta smirked as he grabbed a hold of the bottom and top of the shield, and with a solid plant of his front foot, he pushed off, lifting the man up and over him. With a hard thud, the man landed on his head, earning him an atrocious headache. With a quick yank, Vegeta ripped the shield out of the man's hands, and then just as quickly slammed it on his head- smashing his skull.

Lifting the shield out of the bloody mass, Vegeta inspected it and gave a quick 'Ya, I can use this' nod. Gripping the metal rod handle on the back, he charged back into the fight. His ax clashed with blades, shields, and the flesh of other men. Blood sprayed everywhere, giving him a thick coat over his skin and clothes.

Just as he was ripping his ax out of his last opponent, his eyes landed on the one man who started it all. "There you are, you bastard," Vegeta growled.

Kakarot was beside him, his ax just finishing a deadly slash through a man's throat. He turned to follow Vegeta's gaze. "Come on, My Prince. Let us send him to Valhalla."

"No," Vegeta said, stopping Kakarot in his tracks. "I need you to go find the King and Queen. Make sure they survive this battle. I will handle Jarl Dodoria alone."

Reluctantly, Kakarot nodded his understanding to his Prince and then turned on his heels to find the King and Queen. An evil smirk spread across Vegeta's face.

"Jarl Dodoria!" Vegeta yelled, projecting his voice across the battlefield. He slowly began to make his way over to his next opponent, stepping on and over any dead body that got in his way. "Are you ready to enter the halls of Valhalla?!"

Jarl Dodoria turned his gaze to the Prince, rolled his shoulders back, and tilted his head to the side. "My seer has already told me of my fate, and it is not I who will be entering the halls on this night." The Jarl then slashed his sword through the air, spraying droplets of blood onto the ground as he dropped into his fighting stance.

Vegeta's smirk widened in excitement as he charged toward the Jarl. Ax and sword collided as the two men came together.

Bulma

She was very thankful that she was not physically at this roaring battle that was raging around her. Otherwise, her beautiful nightgown and robe would be utterly destroyed by now, covered in mud, blood, and who knows what else. That would have been impossible to clean out of silk. So, she kept such worries pushed to the back of her mind and willed her legs to move faster.

This was the longest that she held onto the ax, her surroundings from both time periods were blending perfectly- she could almost not tell the difference. She skidded around a corner of a building, coming to a clearing just before the water's edge, and there he was.

He was fighting with another Viking, one that was almost twice his size. And by the looks of the one on one battle, her Viking was not doing all too well. His chest heaved heavily up and down, desperately trying to catch his breath. His right eye squinted, fighting to keep the flowing blood from a gash just above his eyebrow from entering. His ax hand was shaking, fatigue beginning to set in. And he was covered head to toe in blood and mud.

His opponent, the much larger Viking, just stood there, his sword comfortably resting on his shoulder as he laughed at the little man's struggles. Throwing, what Bulma could only guess, taunts and insults at him.

What the hell was Bulma supposed to do against that? There is no way that little ol her can do anything to save her Viking.

'Save him?' Bulma thought to herself 'He has been dead for hundreds of years. Even if I try, there is no way I can save him. He is nothing but a ghost to me, and I am just watching what has already happened... happen.'

Defeated, she willed her body to relax and just watch the events unfold in front of her. The sting of tears threatened behind her eyes. 'There is no reason for me to cry.' she scolded herself as she fought against the tears. But then he looked at her, and their eyes locked, chills ran down her spine. And those tears she was fighting began to fall. The look of peace crossed over the man's face as he slowly began to accept his fate. His eyes never left hers as his opponent advanced toward him, a sword raised above their head.

"No," Bulma whispered, her voice and breath shaking. And before she knew it, she was running again. Sprinting toward her Viking. And with a giant leap, she collided with him, knocking him out of the way of the death-bringing sword.

Vegeta

His body was shaking uncontrollably, his right eye was almost going blind from unwanted blood entering past his lashes. The Jarl was a much more formidable opponent than he first thought. Vegeta had first charged in, cocky and sure of himself of an easy win. But now found himself shaking and defeated as the Jarl stood there laughing.

He cursed and spat blood out of the side of his mouth. If he was going down, he was going down fighting. He tightened his grip on his ax and readied for another onslaught of blows.

There was a flash of blue off to the side, distracted he turned his gaze into the direction. And there she was, his goddess radiating in blue beauty, her gown flapping in the wind behind her like a pair of powerful wings. And then it hit him.

"She will appear to you like a goddess radiating in blue beauty when you are drenched in red."

The seer had gotten it wrong she was not to be his soulmate. She was to be his Valkyrie. A warning to him that his time to enter the halls was near. With a sigh, he let his body relax as he accepted his fate. He kept his eyes on her even as the Jarl slowly approached him with the sword rising above his head. And then she was running to him, her slender silky legs peeking through her gown as she ran, giving him a tasteful sight before he died. Who knew Valkyrie's would grant a man of such a sight before death. Just as he was expecting to feel the sting of the sword he felt her soft body collide with his, knocking him out of death's way.

The Jarl's eyes widened in shock as his sword collided with nothing but mud. He turned his gaze over to the fallen Prince, who looked at him with just as much surprise.

Vegeta quickly got over his surprise as he pulled the woman off of him with one hand as the other tightly gripped his ax. Taking this as his only opportunity, he jolted upright. Aiming for the Jarls face, he swung his ax but missed, sinking the blade deep into the Jarls sword arm. The Jarl cried out in pain and dropped his sword. Vegeta ripped his ax out of the Jarls arm, at the same time, picking up the dropped sword with his other hand. And with a mighty yell, he sliced the sword upward, decapitating the Jarls fat head clean off his shoulders.

Victorious, Vegeta fell onto his knees, dropping both sword and ax at his side. His head fell back as he laughed at the sky above him. Never had he been so close to death to then only be saved by a woman.

A woman, no, his woman.

Both

His eyes snapped open, and he turned to look for her. And there she still was on her hands and knees just next to him. Looking at him with complete shock and bewilderment. He looked down to her collar bone where her stone rested upon. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the one that the seer had given him. Rolling the stone slowly in his hand, he remembered what the seer had told him.

"Take this stone, place it upon a stone on her person. Fusing stone from present to future, and not even time can stop true soul mates from being together."

Leaning forward, he began to slowly crawl over to her, closing the gap between them.

Seeing him move toward her snapped her out of her shock, and she instantly began to shoot questions at him. But of course, in a language that he did not understand. "Dō yatte anata ni fureru koto ga dekimashita ka? Anata wa yūreidesu! Anata wa shinde iru hazudesu! Kore wa anata ga shinu bashodesu-"

("How was I able to touch you? You're a ghost! You are supposed to be dead! This is where you die-")

"Þegiðu," Vegeta growled as he quickly reached for her. One hand grabbing the stone around her neck, connecting his with hers. His other hand snaked its way up her thigh and took a firm grasp of her ass, lifting and pulling her onto his lap.

("Shut up")

Her breath hitched with excitement from his rough touching, and his deep gruff voice sent chills down her spine. If only she could fluently speak nordic, she would know what he was saying to her. And as he slowly pulled her closer to him, she did not put up a fight. Instead, she slowly slid her hands up his shoulders to the back of his neck. She saw the fire of desire burning in his eyes, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Was she seriously straddling the lap of a ghost right now?

Startled out of her daze, she began to look more closely at the man before her. His once transparent self was becoming more and more permanent by the second. She was beginning to feel the individual hairs of the furs under her hands. Lifting her hand to inspect it, she saw her once clean porcelain skin was now covered in blood. She started to feel the cool air around her begin to get an icy bite, hardening her nipples to a painful point.

"Nani ga okotte iru no?!" She nearly screeched out, her hot breath becoming visible before her.

("What the fuck is going on?")

Vegeta felt the two stones in his hand grow warmer and warmer as they fused together from the seer's magic. Just as he felt the warmth of her skin under his other hand grow, as she slowly left her time to come to his. Adrenaline once again began to pump through his veins, this will be his woman, his shield-maiden. Chosen for him by the gods.

Her screeching made him wince back. "Ég sagði, þegiðu," he growled at her once again before firmly planting his lips upon hers.

("I said, shut up.")

Bulma gasped in surprise but quickly melted into his embrace, the sound of his voice once again sending her into a trance. Completely forgetting about the blood, she dug her hands deeper into his furs and up into his hair as their lips and tongues battled for dominance. He finally let go of her necklace and snaked his arm around and up into her hair, mimicking the pull and tugs that she was doing to him. With a moan, she ground her hips into him, receiving one in return as he tightened his grip on her ass, desperately trying to pull her closer to him.

The tightness and heating of her core grew to an unbearable level, her hands started to move in a frenzy desperately pulling at his furs, wanting to feel the chiseled muscle below.

Vegeta laughed at her eagerness and bared his teeth to her, playfully nipping at her bottom lip.

The bloody battle was completely forgotten by the two, both entranced by their lust for one another. That was until the stomping of feet and a battle war cry drew closer and closer to the two. Vegeta tore his face away from the woman, just in time to see the charging man wince in pain and fall flat on his face. An ax sticking straight out of his back.

"Hæ! Ef ég get ekki fengið neinn skott, þá geturðu það ekki heldur!" Raditz yelled as he stomped his way over to the two. "Við þurfum að senda alla þessa fífl til Valhallar!" He bent down and ripped the ax out of the now-dead man before him as he slowly gave the woman that was in Vegeta's lap a look over. "Hún er þó ágætur afli. Hvar fannstu hana?"

("Hey! If I can't be getting any tail, then neither can you!")

("We need to send all of these bastards to Valhalla!)

("She is a nice catch though. Where did you find her?")

Vegeta growled as he stood, bringing the woman up with him. "Setjið Jarls höfuðið á snúð og skrúðgarðu það í kring. Það ætti að binda enda á bardaga þeirra." he said as he nodded in the direction of the decapitated head. "Reyndar, gakktu úr skugga um að hver einasti höfuð þeirra endi á gaddum... Mundu að ég hef skilaboð til þessa Frieza konungs."

("Put their Jarls head on a pike and parade it around. That should put an end to their fighting.")

("Actually, make sure every last one of their heads ends up on pikes... Remember, I have a message to send to this King Frieza.")

Raditz looked down at the Jarl's head and let out a deep bellow of a laugh as he swooped down to pick it up. "Þessi maður átti virkilega ljótt mál, var það ekki?" Raditz said with a disgusted look on his face. He then bent down to pick up the Jarls sword and with a sickening crunch, he shish kabobed the head onto the tip. "Sigur er okkar! Vel gert Prinsinn minn!" He hollered as he lifted the head and began to run through the town yelling of their victory and telling anyone and everyone to send all of the unwelcome guests to Valhalla.

("This man really had an ugly mug didn't he?")

("Victory is ours! Well done my Prince!")

Bulma quickly covered her mouth with her hand, fighting the urge to vomit from the gruesome display. The heated excitement that she was feeling just mere seconds ago was now gone. 'I think that is enough Viking excitement for me for one day,' she thought to herself. 'Time to put the ax down and go to bed.' She then began to look upon her person and found that she no longer had the ax. That her perfectly clean nightgown, which had remained clean when she was running through the battle was now covered in blood and mud. Shock chilled her to the bone as she desperately looked around her, trying to find the ax. How was she seeing, and feeling the Viking ghost without the ax being in her hands? What was going on!?

Furious and confused she spun around, aiming her fiery eyes at the man before her. "Nani ga okotte iru no ka oshietekudasai! Sono ono nashi de dō yatte anata o miru koto ga dekimasu ka?"

("I demand you tell me what is going on! How can I see you without that ax?")

Vegeta just looked at her, his brows scrunching together in irritation. "Jæja, þetta verður vandamál." He grumbled to himself as he took ahold of her hand and began to pull her along with him. She continued to screech and yell in her foreign language.

("Well, this is going to be a problem.")

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