Hi!

Here is my new fic! This story has been in my head for quite a while now, and since I'm particularly inspired these days, I started writing it.

Although the story revolves mainly around the love story between Bulma and Vegeta, I enjoyed integrating many characters from the series, and making them evolve in a completely different universe from what is presented in Dragon Ball Z. Be warned: this fic is intended for an adult audience. There will be dark passages, with violence and eroticism described explicitly and you will find a sometimes vulgar vocabulary. I know it's a guilty pleasure for some (me included!), but for others, I prefer to warn you and leave you the free choice to discover my new creation or not!

I'm also changing my way of posting a bit; shorter chapters, which set the table quickly, with a little less description, more action and therefore, closer publications.

Note for English readers: I am French Canadian. Therefore, my mother tongue is French and I write my stories in this language. However, as English reaches a wider audience, I decided to try at translating my story. Although I'm doing pretty well in general, my English grammar can be lame at times. You are warned, and mostly, do not hesitate to correct me if you notice something is wrong. I'll be more than happy to correct and improve at the same time!

Let me know if you like it!

Enjoy!


Chapter 1 - Vegeta

Earth.

This planet with impressive biodiversity, countless resources, flourishing technology. A planet with methodically stable and pleasant temperatures, the formal cyclicity of its seasons and the presence of a single sun making its environment particularly clement.

It had been discovered by chance by soldiers of the Cold army. Since then, everywhere in the second quadrant of the Milky Way, people talked about its varied and breathtaking landscapes, its abundant food and the gastronomy made from it, its architectural cities and its impressive infrastructures, as well as the genetic beauty of its inhabitants. Humans, at the top of the natural evolutionary chain, had taken over and dominated this planet for thousands of Earth years.

A planet teeming with life. And where peace thrived.

Many dreamed of visiting it. A tourist economy had even begun to develop. Most soldiers deployed on Earth considered themselves lucky to be there. It was a privileged destination for them, the accommodations were comfortable, the food they were served was unparalleled and the evenings often ended well washed down with local beverages, each more delicious than the other.

Others coveted Earth to achieve bigger dreams. Unaware of the danger of possessing such a treasure, those governing the Law of the Universe being still unknown to them, the Humans had not even made sure to develop a worthy defense system to protect it. For several Galactic Emperors, it was the most precious jewel ever recorded. An easy target for anyone who wanted to grab it.

A treasure in which Frieza had hastened to plant his claws to possess it.

Since its discovery, the number of soldiers sent to Earth had never ceased to increase. And this is how, under the orders of the lizard creature, they had landed with their space capsule on this curious planet.

It was the first time they had set foot there. They had heard of it many times in the past, but they never lived the experience of visiting it. As soon as their legs had unfolded, they had moved towards the destination which had been assigned to them while flying over landscapes which had often been described to them, but never admired.

It was a Friday evening. The end of the regular working week for Humans. They were restless, in a hurry to celebrate with friends in the nightclubs of the city center of the West City. In a hurry to drown to oblivion the harsh reality that hovered over them for more than a year. A reality where peace was no longer an inherent certainty.

The evening was particularly pleasant. A gentle breeze. A starry sky. And a moon, unique, full, which shone with a thousand lights in the sky, and which lit up the streets and the skyscrapers with its pale rays. Posted in the street, very close to the entrance of the busiest nightclub in town, three men in armor were careful not to look directly at it.

A group of young women walked past these three men, heels tapping. The scantily clad clothes they wore clearly indicated their intentions to go dancing in the nightclub, the entrance to which was heavily guarded by imposing-looking Humans, dressed in black suits and armed with a gun at their belt. Several of them took care to move away from these threatening-looking men, as a precaution. Others looked puzzled. The one with the thick, endless hair always attracted a little more attention than his two compatriots.

"Phew! Have you seen all these girls? "said the latter without scruples. "If I had known that there was so much beautiful fresh meat on this rock, I would have volunteered for the mission long before!"

Despite the distance between the two groups, the comment was spoken loud enough for the women to hear. They chuckled as they scanned head to toe whoever had just spoken. One of them gave an engaging smile as she saw the huge mass of armored muscles that was turned towards them to watch them. She slowed down and her friends followed suit.

"Not bad" said the taller man with a crooked smile. "But I prefer when they look a bit more exotic."

"You can't be serious! Did you watch them? Two legs, two arms and one head, that's good enough. But what's more, they have no scales, no tentacles, only one pair of eyes, and I'm sure their tongue is no longer than my arm."

All three men shivered, as if a particularly unpleasant memory had just been revived.

"Colored eyes, it's a bit freaky, don't you think?" added the second. "Blue, especially. I had never seen that before."

"Well, yeah a little, but most Humans have dark eyes and hair, just like us. And if you don't like the color of their eyes, you just have to look at what they have in the middle of the chest."

The man placed both hands in front of his pectoral muscles to mimic a pair of enormous breasts. He laughed and his friend followed suit with a throaty laugh. The group of young women had stopped a few steps from them, some of them looking at their phones, others had lit a cigarette while casting furtive glances at them, ready to be challenged.

"Hey!" said the man with the thick hair. "You like what you see? I bet you've never met a soldier like me before, huh? Would you like to enjoy it a little tonight? I won't be here for long, so you better enjoy it while there's still time."

Most of the women laughed without showing any interest, hesitating to interact with such a large and vulgar-behaving soldier. One of them, probably a little more courageous and thirstier for adventure, like many other Humans when they met a man from space, subtly detached herself from the group. She gave him a small smile and tucked her raven hair behind one of her shoulders. She pretended to answer, but was interrupted by the third man, who had been silently watching the exchange, in the shadows, his back nonchalantly leaning against the stone wall of the building.

"Raditz!" he thundered, and the ground seemed to shake under their feet.

Everyone froze. The man with the mop of hair tensed. The woman took a few steps back to get away from the menace that had transpired in the tone of the smallest and most self-effacing of the three men.

"Stop with your bullshit. We're not here for that," he added implacably and much less friendly.

Raditz automatically retracted. A few female gazes landed on the one who had just given the orders, questioning eyes as they saw a two meters tall mastodon obey him without complaining.

"Get out," he added. "Or I'll drag you out of here myself and disfigure you enough, so my men have nothing to look at."

The threat was real. And the man had been so convincing in uttering it that the women disappeared in seconds, fear stuck to their buttocks. Now was the smallest of men's turn to laugh, amused to see these weak Humans terrified to their very core at the mere sound of his voice.

"Fuck Vegeta," Raditz said, turning to him once they were gone. "Was it really necessary?"

The smaller men looked up at him without answering.

"I wanted to have a little fun. We still have several hours here, I would have had time to hit on one or two."

"We were not posted here to have a good time with females. And you'll have plenty of time to have fun tonight," Vegeta replied, smiling. "Be patient."

The taller man laughed again. He crossed his arms under his chest and sat up, flexing his armored muscles, his eyes filled with anticipation as he thought of what the near future held for them.

"You could at least be on my side, Nappa," Raditz told him. "You too could have benefited from it."

"I'm not in the mood tonight," he said. "Besides, I already told you, Humans are too conventional for me."

Raditz rolled his eyes and turned his head towards the Humans waiting in the endless line to enter the nightclub. His gaze lingered on a man with pale curly hair, who wore a pair of jeans and a white shirt with buttons undone in the front, the white skin of his chest almost translucent under the bluish reflections of the moon.

"A male then? They're not bad either..."

Raditz was really trying his luck. Vegeta wasn't the type to mess with, but he knew his soldier's hot blood, and he was patient. Also, he was in a good mood, as always when assigned a new mission. It meant he was more tolerant about the behavior of his compatriot, who would probably not be punished if he insisted a little. Unfortunately, his superior was also very disciplined. Nothing would make him deflect from his plans, especially not the carnal desires of his vassals.

"Male or female, tentacles or not, you stay here," Vegeta ordered. "I don't feel like running after you two tonight."

Raditz let out a sigh of resignation and groaned at his balding colleague who was laughing at seeing him so disappointed. He approached Vegeta and leaned against the wall beside him, pouting.

"Stop sulking," the smaller man sneered. "You can have fun with them once this mission is over, back on the ship. You can even choose which ones you bring back to the Quarters."

"It's not the same, you know that," growled Raditz.

"If you're careful not to disfigure them too much, it's the same."

"Pff, look who's talking. You hate going to the Quarters, Vegeta. You say it yourself; free females are much better. They are at least having fun and they are enjoying a little of what I have to offer. Over there" he said pointing to the sky, "they are all afraid of us."

"Not all of them," Nappa corrected, leaning back against the wall next to Raditz.

"Almost. Once kidnapped, there is no longer any real interest. I'm interested in being desired. I don't want all those muscles to terrify them," he said, stroking his pecs. "I want it to make them wet."

Nappa laughs heartily. Vegeta remained impassive. He had been exposed to the vulgarity of his countrymen from an early age. He was used to it.

"You'd better shut up, because here, it's not your muscles that will terrorize them, but the words that come out of your mouth."

His comment was met with hilarity from Nappa, who still reveled in his prince's scathing retorts. The latter turned his head to observe the Humans who crowded to enter the multi-story building, from which came the muffled sound of music with a lively rhythm.

"We could still have a look?" Nappa asked. "This place looks lit."

"It attracts crowds, indeed," Vegeta answered, dismissively. "I have never seen so many people marching on their toes to go dancing."

"I want to go dancing. And I would have liked to taste a beer. I heard so much about it upstairs," Raditz added.

"Yes, I too would like to take a look at the menu. I bet they serve cooked meat."

"Speaking of looking at the menu…" Raditz said while patting each side to get their attention. "Oh fuck, have you seen these two? The one with black hair… Holy shit she looks like a Saiyan!"

He pointed in a direction with a brief nod of his head.

"I admit she's not bad," Nappa said, exposing his sharp teeth. "But too thin. The other one is prettier, with a bit of meat in the right places. But the blue… it really freaks me out."

Vegeta deigned to look up at the duo crossing the street towards the front door of the nightclub.

At first, he only saw one of the two women. He had to admit that for once, Raditz was right. The one he saw had black hair and was really pretty. For the first time since the eradication of planet Vegeta, his planet, he had the feeling of laying eyes on a Saiyan. He had noticed since his arrival on Earth that Humans and Saiyans shared practically identical phenotypic traits. But hearing the high-pitched voice of this woman, as she openly complained about how her husband was not encouraging their son enough to do his math homework, he concluded that the resemblance ended there.

Raditz, true to himself, couldn't help but greet the two passers-by with his deepest voice.

"Good evening, pretty ladies," he said, stretching his lips to give them a devastating smile.

The effect was immediate. The dark-haired woman looked up at him. She stopped speaking and slowed her pace to scrutinize the one who had just greeted them. Her friend did not slow down. Vegeta's attention was immediately captured by a blue flash that had just entered his vision.

His pupils dilated. A heartbeat missed the call. The hair on his tail stood on end.

Aware of the presence of the three armored men lined up on the wall, the second woman slowed down too, and her eyes fell on him straight away.

Their gazes locked.

Vegeta disagreed with Raditz and Nappa.

Blue was magnificent.