Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Frying pan to fire ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: lexylou 
Since she was 9,Bulma has lived in servitude of a being she hates most and is forced to become one of Frieza's pet projects. She is the adopted as a sibling of... Zarbon?? Who becomes her sole protector and guardian, but make no mistake she is not defenseless. Does she meet the prince we all know and love?? Does Earth still exist?? Later Chapters will have adult content. BxV Fic
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.03.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 534 | Status: Work In Progress
Since she was 9,Bulma has lived in servitude of a being she hates most and is forced to become one of Frieza's pet projects. She is the adopted as a sibling of... Zarbon?? Who becomes her sole protector and guardian, but make no mistake she is not defenseless. Does she meet the prince we all know and love?? Does Earth still exist?? Later Chapters will have adult content. BxV Fic
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.03.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 534 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 1 - FRYING PAN TO FIRE.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-Throne room on Frieza’s flagship-
Zarbon knelt in front of his master respectfully. "You sent for me, my lord?" His amber eyes looked down at the floor submissively.
"You have retrieved her successfully then?" Frieza hissed though his blackened lips while staring out of his window into space at the passing stars.
"Yes, Lord Frieza." Zarbon replied still submissively prostrated before the purple and white lizard.
"... and her progress? When will she be ready?" The lord said offhandedly.
"Soon, my lord. However in order to know the specifics Dr. Mao will need to run his tests." Zarbon chose his words with utmost care. He silently dreaded the fact that Bulma would soon be turned over to one of Frieza's most cruel and eccentric scientists for continued experimentation.
"That is all, Zarbon. You may leave now." As he begun the sentence only then did his blood-red gaze fall upon the blue man before him. His eyes followed every movement of Zarbon's form as he stood and turned to leave the throne room.
Zarbon's hand reached for the door as Frieza spoke. "And... Zarbon. I want you to send your charge to Dr. Mao... immediately." Zarbon nodded and voice his affirmative and exited his lords company heading for his and his charge's quarters.
-Zarbon and Bulma’s quarters, Bulma’s room.-
Bulma slowly came into consciousness. She blinked several times in attempt to clear her blurry vision. She looked around the room to see that it was a room that she occupied as hers a little over two years earlier. It had remained as she remembered it. Though there wasn’t much to change since it had been outfitted with just the basics. The only thing about the room that was distinguishingly feminine besides her was the bedding she had been resting upon.
Bulma sat up feeling the familiar pangs of hunger. Doing so the white sheet covering her fell away revealing her nude upper body. -Thanks Emwi for your modesty.- It seems that hunger would have to wait. She stood to her full height the sheet fell to the floor in a heap at her at her feet. She had seemingly recovered from her stent in the hyper sleep cell. She searched through her drawers and in her closet until she retrieved the desired clothing: a black form fitting suit, fingerless gloves, and boots. They were all of a material of her design. It was some combination in between spandex, leather, and latex. The material molded perfectly to the skin and it was extremely strong as well as durable. The suit had a split up the front from navel to collar. Once she had the suit on she put edges of the split together and they fused seamlessly from stomach all the way up to her throat and completely covering her neck. After donning her gloves and boots they also fused seamlessly into the suit turning her outfit into a form fitting body glove.
Bulma looked into the mirror gazing at her reflection her lavender hair had turned into a powder blue. Her face had lost its childlike roundness and transformed looking more adult. Her features were hardened. The only recognizable feature was her eyes, but even they were changed. They still held their almost navy color. The innocence that once lived there was close to gone. Now they were cold and near lifeless. Her skin was pale porcelain like it always had been though less pink graced her cheeks and lips.
Looking at her reflection she could have sworn she was seeing a corpse. If it was not for the rise and fall of breath and the steady beat in her chest she would think she looked dead. She took a slow shallow breath and exhaled while picking up her brush. She combed through the rivulets of her long blue locks.
-knock - knock- “Suri?” She heard the voice of her brother muffled through the door. She loved how endearing he sounded when he called her ‘sister’ in his own language. She knew it was his way of showing her affection.
“Yes, come in.” She said turning to face the opening door.
“We must go. I am to take you to Dr. Mao.” Zarbon said regretfully.
“Oh. Then we better get along then.” Bulma said to her brother setting the brush down a little harder than intended. Then she moved to her brother’s side and both left for the science wing of the ship. There was not a word spoken nor a glance given between them. Zarbon could feel the tension building between them on the way. It was an understanding they reached long ago when Bulma had first come into his care that they would be forced to do things that neither he nor she would want to do and no matter what he would care for her. In Bulma’s opinion she didn’t like it, but she never blamed Zarbon or felt he had betrayed her.
-Science/Medical Wing-
“Dr. Mao. This is the subject our lord spoke to you about.” Zarbon spoke to a squatty green and yellow man in an uncaring and detached tone. Dr. Mao’s squinty eyes looked Bulma over appraisingly. He found her features fragile and her build as well as musculature weak. -That would have to improve.- He thought to himself as frown appeared on his face. He then nodded and turned walking over to a holding cell opening the door. Without any direction Bulma entered the cell and turned as the door closed behind her.
Cold blue eyes met warm golden-amber with a knowing look. With his eyes he tried to tell her all what he could not voice. If he were to protect her, he could not show that he harbored care and concern for such a weak female. He turned his gaze to the Dr..
“All her bio-mapping was completed at the Asorna research facility. Any information can be uploaded from their database.” Zarbon then turned away from the Dr. then spared Bulma one last glance as he left.
Dr. Moa peered at his newest subject through the bars of the cell. “Now, where should we begin?”
Bulma didn’t speak a word her eyes told volumes as she starred at the man in front of her as she expected that he would burst into flames. She didn’t know exactly what the Doc had planned, but she knew it couldn’t be good since he was in Frieza’s employ. He, her lord and master, didn’t actually recruit the most ethical of beings.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-Throne room on Frieza’s flagship-
Zarbon knelt in front of his master respectfully. "You sent for me, my lord?" His amber eyes looked down at the floor submissively.
"You have retrieved her successfully then?" Frieza hissed though his blackened lips while staring out of his window into space at the passing stars.
"Yes, Lord Frieza." Zarbon replied still submissively prostrated before the purple and white lizard.
"... and her progress? When will she be ready?" The lord said offhandedly.
"Soon, my lord. However in order to know the specifics Dr. Mao will need to run his tests." Zarbon chose his words with utmost care. He silently dreaded the fact that Bulma would soon be turned over to one of Frieza's most cruel and eccentric scientists for continued experimentation.
"That is all, Zarbon. You may leave now." As he begun the sentence only then did his blood-red gaze fall upon the blue man before him. His eyes followed every movement of Zarbon's form as he stood and turned to leave the throne room.
Zarbon's hand reached for the door as Frieza spoke. "And... Zarbon. I want you to send your charge to Dr. Mao... immediately." Zarbon nodded and voice his affirmative and exited his lords company heading for his and his charge's quarters.
-Zarbon and Bulma’s quarters, Bulma’s room.-
Bulma slowly came into consciousness. She blinked several times in attempt to clear her blurry vision. She looked around the room to see that it was a room that she occupied as hers a little over two years earlier. It had remained as she remembered it. Though there wasn’t much to change since it had been outfitted with just the basics. The only thing about the room that was distinguishingly feminine besides her was the bedding she had been resting upon.
Bulma sat up feeling the familiar pangs of hunger. Doing so the white sheet covering her fell away revealing her nude upper body. -Thanks Emwi for your modesty.- It seems that hunger would have to wait. She stood to her full height the sheet fell to the floor in a heap at her at her feet. She had seemingly recovered from her stent in the hyper sleep cell. She searched through her drawers and in her closet until she retrieved the desired clothing: a black form fitting suit, fingerless gloves, and boots. They were all of a material of her design. It was some combination in between spandex, leather, and latex. The material molded perfectly to the skin and it was extremely strong as well as durable. The suit had a split up the front from navel to collar. Once she had the suit on she put edges of the split together and they fused seamlessly from stomach all the way up to her throat and completely covering her neck. After donning her gloves and boots they also fused seamlessly into the suit turning her outfit into a form fitting body glove.
Bulma looked into the mirror gazing at her reflection her lavender hair had turned into a powder blue. Her face had lost its childlike roundness and transformed looking more adult. Her features were hardened. The only recognizable feature was her eyes, but even they were changed. They still held their almost navy color. The innocence that once lived there was close to gone. Now they were cold and near lifeless. Her skin was pale porcelain like it always had been though less pink graced her cheeks and lips.
Looking at her reflection she could have sworn she was seeing a corpse. If it was not for the rise and fall of breath and the steady beat in her chest she would think she looked dead. She took a slow shallow breath and exhaled while picking up her brush. She combed through the rivulets of her long blue locks.
-knock - knock- “Suri?” She heard the voice of her brother muffled through the door. She loved how endearing he sounded when he called her ‘sister’ in his own language. She knew it was his way of showing her affection.
“Yes, come in.” She said turning to face the opening door.
“We must go. I am to take you to Dr. Mao.” Zarbon said regretfully.
“Oh. Then we better get along then.” Bulma said to her brother setting the brush down a little harder than intended. Then she moved to her brother’s side and both left for the science wing of the ship. There was not a word spoken nor a glance given between them. Zarbon could feel the tension building between them on the way. It was an understanding they reached long ago when Bulma had first come into his care that they would be forced to do things that neither he nor she would want to do and no matter what he would care for her. In Bulma’s opinion she didn’t like it, but she never blamed Zarbon or felt he had betrayed her.
-Science/Medical Wing-
“Dr. Mao. This is the subject our lord spoke to you about.” Zarbon spoke to a squatty green and yellow man in an uncaring and detached tone. Dr. Mao’s squinty eyes looked Bulma over appraisingly. He found her features fragile and her build as well as musculature weak. -That would have to improve.- He thought to himself as frown appeared on his face. He then nodded and turned walking over to a holding cell opening the door. Without any direction Bulma entered the cell and turned as the door closed behind her.
Cold blue eyes met warm golden-amber with a knowing look. With his eyes he tried to tell her all what he could not voice. If he were to protect her, he could not show that he harbored care and concern for such a weak female. He turned his gaze to the Dr..
“All her bio-mapping was completed at the Asorna research facility. Any information can be uploaded from their database.” Zarbon then turned away from the Dr. then spared Bulma one last glance as he left.
Dr. Moa peered at his newest subject through the bars of the cell. “Now, where should we begin?”
Bulma didn’t speak a word her eyes told volumes as she starred at the man in front of her as she expected that he would burst into flames. She didn’t know exactly what the Doc had planned, but she knew it couldn’t be good since he was in Frieza’s employ. He, her lord and master, didn’t actually recruit the most ethical of beings.
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