Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible: V2.0 ❯ Chapter 2: The Awakening ( Chapter 2 )

ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE: VERSION 2.0

CHAPTER 2

“Brrr-eep! Brrr-eep! Brrr-eep!”

The methodical alarm stirred Bulma from her peaceful slumber. She braced herself up with one arm, the other hand coming up to rub the grit from her eyes.

“Brrr-eep! Brrr-eep! Click.”

She peeked open one blue eye, her delicate fingers still rubbing the other, to spot Vegeta at the monitors of the regeneration tank. From the set of his shoulders and the way his muscles bulged just slightly more than usual, the observant scientist knew he was on edge. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed 4:45pm, two and a half hours since Gohan had left the infirmary. Funny, Bulma didn’t remember dozing off - only the Saiyan no Ouji’s gruff but romantic words. She supposed that would be the closest thing to a wedding she’d ever get… but just so long as the ornery, intelligent Saiyan did always stay with her (and their unborn child), she was perfectly pacified with that.

She smiled faintly, pushing the afghan off her bare legs and sitting on the edge of the bed. Running her fingers through her cerulean hair to smooth it out, she studied Vegeta’s profile as he scowled and pushed a couple of buttons on the control panel. Suddenly, there was a gurgling noise as the tank drained it’s fluid through the pipes beneath the floor. Bulma stood and stretched, walking toward the great machine with her arms up behind her head as she yawned. Vegeta glanced over his shoulder at his mate and couldn’t keep the desire from warming his typically cold, black eyes. Not with his beautiful onna’s full breasts bulging so enticingly against her red tank top and her long, smooth legs bare except for the skirt halfway down her firm thighs. He was tempted to take her now and relive their first joining here in this very room, but there was more pressing issues to deal with, so he instantly snuffed out any such notions.

“She’s ready?” Bulma asked, coming to stand just behind his shoulder. She could see the tip of the Saiyan female’s tail twitching back and forth beside her as the fluids rapidly continued to empty, already below the level of the girl’s breasts. Before Vegeta could answer, Goku suddenly materialized beside his oldest childhood friend.

Bulma couldn’t stop herself. She screeched and clung to Vegeta, who just glared at his fellow Saiyan out of the corner of his eye, then she realized who it was. “Son-kun! Don’t do that! You scared me half to death!” she admonished, swatting his powerful bicep. The larger Saiyan offered her his trademark goofy grin as an apology.

“Sorry, Bulma! I forgot you’re not used to me doing that yet. Just came to see how the girl’s doin’….” Goku trailed off, his curious eyes focusing solely in through the glass domed door of the tank.

Bulma and Vegeta immediately turned their attention to it as well. Wide eyed, Bulma gasped, as a low growl rose from the Saiyan prince’s chest and a single word slipped out. “Ruzai.”

Inside the regeneration tank, sitting in a small puddle with her tattered clothes clinging damply to her too thin frame, shocked cobalt blue eyes stared back at them from behind dripping, black bangs.

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‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! What the fuck is going on here?!’ Jen ’s mind raced, as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. She couldn’t help but stare in utter bewilderment at the three who studied her back beyond the glass dome. ‘I know you! I know you all! But there’s no way you can be standing before me… or maybe there shouldn’t be any way that I’m before you...’

The teenage girl closed her eyes for a moment, hoping and yet praying not, that when she reopened them, the trio of well-known figures would fade back into their dream realm. But when her blue eyes snapped back open a couple of seconds later, Goku, Vegeta, and Bulma were still there. At a loss of what to do or say, Jen reached up to swipe her soaked bangs aside and was startled to feel wires fastened to electrodes on her temples. Now she noticed more attached to her chest and abdomen - one beneath each collar bone, one on each side on her ribs, and one slightly to the left of her sternum at the center of her chest. Still in shock from finding herself before her three favorite characters of her longtime favorite anime, Jen began unsnapping the wires and pulling the adhesive dots off of her skin. Her eyes rarely strayed from her three observers as she tried to gather her wits.

As soon as Bulma realized what the girl was doing, she quickly leaned around the tense Vegeta and hit the large button next to the door of the regeneration tank. The domed entrance rose up into the air, leaving nothing in between the four nervous individuals.

“How are you feeling? You were so badly hurt, we had to ensure you would be healed as quickly as possible,” the cerulean haired scientist informed the stranger.

Finished removing the heart and brain monitors, Jen reached up and carefully pulled the mask off the bridge of her nose and from beneath her chin. The small tube slid out from between her teeth and she took in several deep breaths before she answered. “Thank you! I appreciate it. I feel much better now.”

In truth she did, although she was still at a loss as far as to what happened to her. Sure the car accident had been terrible. Her new parents were dead because of it! But aside from some scrapes and bruises, a few that seemed to reach her very bones, and a headache; she had walked away fine. Then she had slipped into that shallow cave beneath a tree and found the fox kit, whom she had cuddled with during the storm…

“Kitsune! Did you find a young fox kit? She was with me.”

“Yeah, we found her. Cuddled and whimpering right next to you. She’s fine. Right now, my son, Gohan is looking after her in the other room.” Goku reassured her. The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

“How do have such a young fox with you, if you don‘t mind my asking? They’re supposed to be rather shy. And what happened to you two? You were tore up pretty bad, but she didn’t have a scratch on her,” Bulma inquired, handing the girl a towel from the cabinet next to the machine.

They all looked at her - Goku and Bulma with encouragement and curiosity, but Jen nearly flinched at the piercing cold glare from the Saiyan Prince. Something about her seemed to be disturbing Vegeta, more so then finding an injured girl should have. At least that’s what Jen’s instincts warned. ‘What about me is he so worried about?’

Jen accepted the towel gratefully. It seemed like she hadn’t been dry for days, after her escape from the sinking car and being healed in what she guessed was a regeneration tank. “I found Kitsune underneath a tree last night. Um, I was in a car accident. My adoptive parents and I were heading to dinner celebrating the finalization of my adoption, when something ran out in front of the car. My adoptive father swerved to avoid it and that’s when he lost control. They’re both dead…” Jen explained, her voice cracking as she fought the tears that struggled to surface. Hastily, she pretended to dry her face off with the towel, inhaling the soothing, faint scent of lavender soap.

Bulma and Goku stood silently in shock, but Vegeta’s hard expression never visibly wavered. “Oh my! That’s terrible! Was there anyone else in the car with you? We can make sure to send help!” Bulma questioned.

“No, no! It was just the three of us. Their daughter went to a friend’s house,” Jen reassured, a partially bewildered expression on her face as she remained seated.

Goku looked perplexed, his hand coming up to cup his chin for a moment. “I have one question though. How did you get on top of that cliff where I found you knocked out? You were in the desert too. There was no roads around there for at least fifty or a hundred miles. And no trees for a several miles too.”

Jen looked surprised and at a loss. She didn’t possibly know how to explain to them she was from another dimension. Heck, she couldn’t even reason with herself on it. All she could do was resemble a deer in the headlights for another eternal moment, as she struggled to think of an excuse. The Saiyan warriors and the human scientist looked on puzzled and, after waiting long enough to realize this teenage girl didn’t have an answer, Vegeta’s patience snapped.

With a low growl rumbling from his throat, the Saiyan Prince stepped forward and grabbing hold of the ruins of her shirt, pulled the frightened girl out of the regeneration tank. Bringing her nose to nose with him, much to the protests of Bulma and Goku, Vegeta locked his obsidian gaze with her distressed, yet stubbornly angry blue one. “Look, girl! Stop playing games! Where did you come from? And how can you be a Saiyan?!” he ordered.

His temper was visibly wearing thin. Bulma was about to yell at Vegeta to put the girl down and, if necessary, have Goku intervene; but the girl’s reaction shocked them all.

“Wha… What? A Saiyan? No way! That’s impossible, Vegeta,” Jen nearly laughed, too caught off guard by the accusation to catch her mistake. A gasp from Bulma, the suddenly stern expression on Goku’s face, and the momentary, wide-eyed shock of the Saiyan Prince, helped her quickly comprehend her error.

‘Oops…’ she thought, staring into the furious eyes mere inches from her own. His hot, sweet smelling breath swept across her chin and neck, as his fisted grip on her shirt tightened. The material strained painfully as he lifted her higher in the air. All this helped her to realize once and for all that this was definitely not a dream!