Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything Could Happen ❯ Chapter 2

Disclaimer: If I owned it, it wouldn't be a fanfiction. Akira, Akira, Akira! He did it, he did it all. Thank you. Please enjoy.

Needless to say Vejita had not been pleased with Zarbon for his cowardly act. When he woke and attacked him he got a very severe beating and Zarbon walked away with only a fractured chin. Frieza taunted him with his uncertain feelings about the girl. Vejita had to lie a lot about just being pissed off with Zarbon for blasting him. He had almost convinced himself that he didn't care about her until one night when had a weird dream. He saw a young woman in a large room, sitting on the floor. She'd been reading to a small boy with blue eyes, pale lavender hair, and a long brown tail. They boy had fallen asleep in her lap. But as he looked at her, he could see that she was swollen with child. She had looked up to him and smiled sweetly, as if he were a love back from some far off place.

"Vejita. I didn't know until after you left. It's going to be a girl. I'm so excited!" she said.

She had been so beautiful. Even though her body had changed so much. Her hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. Her sapphire eyes glowed at the sight of him. Her smile was brilliant. Though all to soon he'd been torn away from that beauteous vision by a nightmare involving that blue whore, Zarbon, and his infernal master, Frieza. Suddenly the glorious Madonna and child vanished to be replaced by a woman. A woman with none of the childlike innocence and purity of the girl that had entered his mind only moments before. This young woman had wary blue eyes that were distrusting and hard. Her body wasn't that of a woman with child. Though she was very attractive, this woman's body bore sleek power. Instead of a swell she had four hard pads of muscle that had been induced by long days and nights of hard and painful work. Her body was lean and hard, yet still soft and curved in all the places a woman should be. Her hair was very long and flowed the path of a sensuous silken waterfall down her back. Her very aura was insanely powerful and seemed to carry an extra message with it.

Back off.

And it did not need to shout it. She stared daggers at him and he felt shame, fear, and heartache at her treatment. Suddenly he'd woken up in a cold sweat and shaking. To this day, three years later the dream had been recurring, and he had no idea what it meant. He knew for sure that the woman was Bulma, both women actually. But what he did not know was if this was a vision of the future or the change she was going through due to what she'd been going through on the planet Trion, the molder. It was called `the molder', because that's exactly what it did. If you weren't tough enough then it would mold you into a common soldier or a servant until you were sent back to where you came from. And a servant you remained until death, whether you were a prince or a pauper. If you were strong enough to make it then you were made into a type of general. That was the middle position, you were in a situation of power but you were still beneath some, still a form of servant. Then there were those who excelled; the rulers. To excel in such a place made you a ruler. You only answered to power and followed orders when you absolutely had to. He hadn't the time to think of it now, Frieza himself had just summoned him.

Vejita stalked into the throne room and edged his way to the back corner of the room. This assembly was very small and widely spread out among the massive quarters. Frieza sat on his throne staring at each warrior in turn. A smile of malice curved his lips as he gazed at Vejita.

"You have all been gathered here today because three years ago I sent a young charge to Trion. I was sent two reports on that person's development and progress in skill and power. I was quite surprised by both of these reports. They showed far more than I ever expected to get from the child. I want to make certain that everything I've been told is the truth. Therefore you will each individually fight this person in a matter of hours when the transport arrives. You are all to remain inside the compound walls. It'll be quite the show and all the better if you don't know whom you will all compete against. That is all, in three hours report back here." He said rising and leaving.

"I can't believe Frieza's going to let you fight monkey boy. If he wanted to see someone whip you sorry ass then he could have called me." Zarbon said loudly.

Beneath the chuckles and older male scrutiny he didn't even flinch.

"Why, Zarbon, I believe he did call you last night. How much did he make you swallow?" he laughed as he walked off.

"Alright young one. You are nearly home, just two more hours." Said a slightly aged servant woman as she packed the younger woman's clothes into capsule bags and shrunk them.

"That place is not my home. That place is where I was brought after being stolen from my home." She said softly.

"I'm sorry, I did not know." She said.

"Hardly anyone does. It's not something to broadcast. And you will hold your tongue on it. I need not make you aware of the consequences, do I?" she asked, voice dangerously low.

"N-no. I'll take it to the very grave." She murmured.

"I'll hold you to that." She said.

A soft knock came at the door. Bulma grinned. She knew that timid, wavering, uncertain aura well.

"Come in Tyra." She said.

The door swooshed open and in walked a tall slender young woman with green eyes and long black hair.

"Y-you wished to see me?" she asked.

The quivering in her voice was noted and appreciated by the woman that was in control of the room and it's occupants.

"Yes. Come here." Bulma said as she reclined in the large chair.

As the girl closed the large distance between them Bulma's mind retreated back to her first night on this same transport ship to Trion. Tyra had shared a room with Bulma and two other girls. Tyra had been loud, mean, obnoxious, and forceful. Bulma along with the rest of the girls had been shy and submissive. Tyra was tough and they all knew it. Late one night Tyra openly expressed her double-sided sexuality. She jumped into Bulma's bed, kissing her hard and thoroughly, fully intent to stake a claim. Bulma had slapped her powerfully on the face and that led to an all out fight. By the time the guards had gotten in Tyra was on the ground with a broken jaw, black eye, and bleeding nose and mouth. For three months after that the two loathed each other and Tyra had sworn revenge. But usually five months into life determines who will be what and who goes where. Tyra had become a servant, Bulma, a ruler. Bulma looked at her now. Less than the older woman serving her now, Tyra older, slightly bigger, was beneath her, her power and her will.

"Here." She commanded patting her lap.

She grinned even more as the girl nervously sat.

"Now it is your turn, Tyra. To be humiliated and treated as a dog. Come here." She said.

Tyra leaned closer. Bulma grasped her chin and gently brought Tyra's head down to hers. Bulma kissed her gently at first, softly. Little butterfly kisses. Suddenly she pulled harder and thrust her tongue into her mouth as her lips bruised and assaulted. She pulled away leaving Tyra gasping and dazed.

"You stupid bitch, you think I want you? I will never take another woman to my bed, especially not you." She hissed.

Just then she flung the girl to the floor and signaled to the servant to open the door. A tall, handsome, young, brute of a man was waiting there. With smoke gray eyes and sun blonde hair. A general.

"You asked me to wait here Bulma?" he asked. She nodded sagely.

"Take this little whore and use her as roughly as you can. Make certain to share her with your friends and don't stop until either all of you leave or she has to get of. In fact if she has to go before you then just hold on to her and play with her more. I'm sure they'll double back when they see her. have a good time." She laughed.

"Yes ma'am!" he shouted as he grabbed her around the waist and carted her off.

Just then the pilot announced that they would be touching down on Frieza within a few minutes. The servant handed her the mini case of capsules and bid her a good journey through life. Before she left the ship she ordered that her servant be given her rooms and all the luxuries that she'd had as an elite. She gave herself a mental shake, she needed all her wits about her when she faced Vejita. Her communicator had been taken but as her telepathic powers grew she used them to listen to him. Sadly before she could speak to his mind she heard the things he was saying about her to other soldiers. How he never gave a damn about her, he only tolerated her because of what Frieza said and a lot of other things that she didn't even want to remember. She stepped off the platform to be greeted by Frieza himself. She was shocked. She hadn't expected anything or anyone to be out front when she arrived. But here was Frieza with a tolerant smile on his face and looking as if he'd been waiting just for her, and his father, King Cold, flanked him and his brother, Coola. She slipped her capsule pack into her pocket and bowed low to her over lords.

"Bulma. I've heard excellent things about you. Absolutely sterling. I can't wait to see if it's all true." King Cold said.

Coola looked her over, clearly wondering if it was wise to touch her or not. She sent a very pointed, crude, and graphic message into his head warning that it wasn't a good idea and that painful consequences would follow if he acted. Frieza moved forward and smiled again.

"Lovely. Do you feel you're up for a challenge my dear?" he asked.

"What ever you wish sire." She said respectfully.

"I want to see your skills. I want you to fight, not kill, but fight my most powerful warriors. I want to make absolutely certain that I have made a good investment with you. Do you have any objections?" he asked.

"No Frieza. I would be most delighted to face them in combat." She said.

"Very well. You go in, have a bite to eat, and report to my throne room in half an hour." He said.

"As you wish." She said.

With that they all walked back into the compound.