Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Dreams ( Chapter 2 )

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BEND.  I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 2 - DREAMS.

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.

A/N:  This chapter gives a little explanation on how Bulma came to live with Zarbon.


-Bulma's Dream Sequence-

"Honey?" Her mother’s normally chipper voice called. Her voice was filled with faked confidence. This was the first time in years she had not see her mother’s curls piled atop of her head in a golden crown. "You know I love you... don't you? And I will do everything in my power to protect you..." Her mother’s words faded out and Bulma focused solely on her mother’s face. She saw her expressions and the way her mouth moved when she spoke even if she didn't hear a single word her mother said. Bunny was doing her best to calm her daughter. Bulma gave her a faux smile and told her what she knew she would want to hear. Even though she was only nine the girl knew their circumstances were grave and chances of survival were on the backward slide. Her mother turned to see to her shortly neglected cooking.

Bulma brandished the cold metal weapon she'd hidden behind her hack and aimed for her mother’s head. She gripped the gun so firmly that the shape of it had embossed itself into her skin. At this moment she could feel the pain in her hand just the pain in her heart. She knew what those monsters would do if they found them and they were slowly dying from lack of food as it was. One last look at her mother’s half turned face: eyes closed, smiling face, and gentle laugh. She was probably laughing at a joke she'd made trying to ease the tension. Bulma shot and then closed her eyes until she heard a dull thump against the floor. Her arm was still extended as if to shoot again.

Bulma found herself walking towards the partially closed door to her father’s lab. She silently walked up behind him and for the second time in her own home brandished her gun. Her father was typing away at his console stopping only every so often to scratch his forehead and then return to work. "Bulma, does your mother have dinner ready yet? If she has, tell her I'll be there soon." He was so immersed in his work he didn't see the gun pointed at him when he turned to her as he spoke and quickly returning to his project.

"I love you, dad." She said and she shot without giving him time to reply. She didn't close her eyes after the shot this time. She just stared on and lowered her arm. She opened her hand to release the gun, but it stuck to her hand for a moment before it fell to the floor. Silent tears burned trails down her cheeks. It had to be done she thought. She had seen what they could do. Things that would make the most hardened murder on death row vomit. With her own eyes she watched as they pealed the flesh, one slim strip at a time, from her classmates while they were still living. She watched from where she hid as they indulged themselves in making meals of the bloody corpses of children.

She hung her head and stood silently weeping. Shadowed figures approached her from behind. One of the group was the first to find three ki readings in the compound and went to investigate. He watched the young girl silently from where she picked up the weapon from a drawer in a room to where she mercifully killed the others that dwelled here. He had never seen such a sight. He wasn't shocked in the least because he had killed. What stunned him was she was such an innocent looking thing. She was so small and so frail.

"I guess she's done our job for us, eh, Zarbon?" One of the shadowed henchmen said merrily in jest. He raised his hand gathering his ki into his palm "Well, I guess that just leaves one."

Zarbon punched the fat pink man sending him flying into a wall before he could release his shot. "Did I give that order, Dodoria?!" This shook Bulma out of her trance and she turned to see a young man with pale blue skin and long emerald green hair. His eyes are what struck him the most. Her eyes widened and her lips slightly parted in a gasp. Then a flash of light from her peripheral vision caught her attention and then searing pain tore through her body and couldn't help but to cry out as she died.

Zarbon carried her through the halls of the ship in a full speed rush if he didn't get her to the regen tanks soon she would die. Bulma gained a sliver a consciousness as Zarbon place her in the tank and put the respirator over her face. He peered through the glass as the fluid began to fill in around her. He didn't know it she would make it. Just as he turned to leave he saw Dodoria standing in the doorway. "Lord Frieza wants to see you." The blob of a man spoke as if he was getting restitution for being struck into a wall earlier. Zarbon regarded Dodoria with a piercing glance as he walked through the door.

He didn't make it more than five steps outside of the doorway before coming face to face with the leather fleshed form of his superior. "What's this I hear about a human pet that you seem to be taken with? Are you going soft on me, Zarbon?" Frieza said with a hint of humor in his raspy feminine voice. "Well, come on then, let’s see it." The lord commended before Zarbon could utter a response.

He followed his master into the med ward, both stopping in front of the now floating form of the girl he... saved? "My, my, Zarbon. She is a find. But isn't she a little under matured." Frieza said with a sickly grim smile playing on his features. He looked her form up and down taking in her light purple hair, her pale complexion, and her underdeveloped body. It wasn't a question and Zarbon knew by now when his lord wanted a response and when he was merely speculating. "I am glad you saved her however. Had not Dodoria attempted to kill her against you order I would have had you bring her to me anyway. I have a little plan in mind for our little human pet. She is your responsibility now. I will put an order out to the ranks that she is off limits and should she be harmed outside of my authority the offender will be put to death. She is to be trained even though she hasn't the ability to use ki. When she's of age we will send her to Asorna to see if we can improve upon that. Am I understood?" Zarbon crossed his arm over his chest and bowed at the waist. "Yes, my lord, Frieza."

-9 Years passed-

"Suri, you are eighteen now. You learned all I had to teach you years ago and tomorrow you will make the journey to Asorna. What I say now is to prepare you for the next two years. Your mind a body will be put through the most horrendous tortures. You will be beaten often. They will attempt to enhance you ki while there. Then main purpose Lord Frieza has commanded you go there is to have you conditioned into a soldier with unwavering loyalty. They will also attempt to break you down mentally. They want you to obey commands without question. I don't know what to say that will help you through this. The only advice I can give is to find one thing that is strong enough to help you hold onto your will to live and your sanity." Zarbon said before her left her alone sitting in her room to ponder over his words. Tomorrow wood be the next and last time she would see her brother for two years. "Emwi." She said so softly it was barely audible.

-Bulma, Planet Asorna-

"AAAAAHHHH!" Bulma screamed out in pain. Her heart hammering so fast in her chest soon she thought it would crash through her ribs. She felt so much pain she could barely gasp a breath in between fits of screaming. "Hold her still so I can restrain her!" The doctor screamed to the lab tech. After she was restrained they finished with the injections and hooked tubes and monitors up to her body. They injected appliances at each pressure point. It was to be a method of control in the event that she felt rebellious. Each appliance was the size of a pinhead and delivered an electric shock rendering Bulma either immobile or unconscious. I chip to control this was to implanted in her brain a programmed so that if she attempted any form of attack on her master the appliances would become active. "Has the first dosage of biocells been injected yet?" The lab tech ask the doctor. "Yes... Why do you think she’s screaming?" The doctor chuckled at his own joke. Biocells are nanoscopic biorobots that sync with the patients dna to repair an and all damaged tissue. The doc mused at the thought of what she was experiencing right now. The biocells were already fused with Bulma’s R-DNA (Recombined DNA). Several strands of helix were bound together. The biocells would replicate and then replace her existing single strand dna. The biocells would have to be given slowly in doses or the result would be Bulma’s death. And already she was too expensive to kill with a careless oversight. Frieza would be furious. Her death would mean the death of them all. The doc pondered.


Hours later Bulma awoke to a blazing pain throughout her body. Her brain felt as though it were melting and would soon ooze out of her ears. "Ah, you're awake." The doc spoke gesturing for his tech to approach her. "Now for a test to see how you system reacts with the biocells." The doc gave a nod and the tech took Bulma’s hand in his and... CRACK!! Bulma let out a high pitch shrill cry as pain radiated from her hand. "Now, move to the torso." The tech laced his fingers together raised his arms above his head and then brought them down repeatedly until the doc motioned for him to stop.


-Bulma, End of Dream Sequence-


-Bulma, Personal Quarters on Frieza Flagship-

Bulma slowly opened her eyes. She awoke to the familiar surroundings of the holding cell she had been escorted to yesterday. She also recognized the salty copper taste of her own blood. She prodded the tender insides of her raw cheeks, which she had clamped down on for silence and to stop any cries from escaping her lips. It was a coping mechanism she was force to learn from all the beatings she would receive from any outburst during her time on Asorna. Silence saved her from worse beatings. She had managed to hold onto her will to live. Her sanity, she wasn't so sure... the insane don't know they're insane... do they? Zarbon told her to find her motivation to survive and she had... REVENGE! She could have made her escape years ago but chose not to because Frieza would give her all she would need to bring him down. He was so high on his superiority to see her as a threat. So would just bide the time and wait for the right moment.

-Vegeta-

He walked through the devastation and debris. Smoke and dust clouded his vision and dulled his sense of smell. Buildings were razzed to the ground and bodies of the once thriving populace littered what was left of the streets. He must have overdone it this time. This was sure to incite Frieza’s wrath he thought. The first priority when a planet was selected for purging was reconnaissance to make sure there was nothing of worth before wiping the whole planet clean of all beings with higher brain function. Yes, for this he would catch hell. A malicious grin crossed his face. Her heard a noise a short distance ahead of him and went to investigate.

He found a silhouetted pair of beings, one female and one male. He immediately thought they must be survivors. He raised a gloved hand to dispose of them but stopped. The dust and smoke cleared to reveal a blue haired girl with her hand outstretched to her male counterpart. He thought it was an attempt to help, but that assumption quickly changed when the man levitated into the air obviously not under his own power. The male began to cry out and gurgled as if bound by an invisible attack and struggled to get free then his gurgles and struggles slowed as what seemed like every vessel and orifice burst with blood, sending his life’s essence in all directions. The remains of was once a man then fell with a sick wet thud to the ground.

As if sensing his presence the blue haired female turned to face him. She stared at him with cold blue eyes. She had not a trace of blood except one red spatter on her cheek just under her left eye.

She then spoke in an eerie voice as if she was putting a child to bed. “If I killed them quickly he can’t make them suffer.”

Vegeta was shocked. His mouth hung slightly agape. Such an innocent looking creature… and to do what she’s just done as if she felt no remorse he thought.

She then closed her eyes and he watched as the bit of blood under her eye slid down her cheek to resemble a thick crimson tear that contrast with her pale face. When she opened her eyes again they were dead… lifeless and piercing. They haunted him.

His eyes shot open. “A dream...” He said in almost relief. Something about her appearance seemed familiar to him. He shrugged it off and got up to shower.









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