Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ So. This is "it"? ( Chapter 3 )
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By: lexylou 
Bulma visits Dr. Mao. She kills Dr. Mao. She meets Vegeta.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.12.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 474 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma visits Dr. Mao. She kills Dr. Mao. She meets Vegeta.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.12.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 474 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 3 - SO. THIS IS "IT"?
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.
-Science/Medical Wing, Med Bay-
Bulma awoke to a vaguely noticeable burn in her veins and the sterile yet stinging smell of regeneration fluid. All too familiar it would seem. It was comforting. Soon she would have full use of all her strengths. She was chemically hindered by a suppressant prior to entering the hyper sleep cell on Asorna. She felt complete again as compared to the half living drug fiend she resembled and felt like upon waking days ago. She tongued the inside of her cheek. It no longer tasted of copper and the savaged tissue had smoothed over. Her mutilated cheek would remain scarred due to years of brutally being torn by teeth.
: CLANG, CLANG, CLANG : Dr. Mao slapped the bars with his clipboard. "It’s ime to clothe your grotesque body." He said pushing her black suit through the cell bars. "Since Zarbon has left you in my care and has gone off on an assignment, he has left me with the responsibility to report your progress to Lord Frieza. I have informed our lord that you are ready to join the ranks. Lord Frieza wants you for a mission. Seems today is your big début." Mao boasted as if she was his own child and this was to be her 'coming out' party. Bulma just stared at the stubby creature with seething fury. She was a predator lying in wait. The old lech was eyeing her naked frame trying to find flaws. He was trying to put off an air of disgust in his features, but having on more than one occasion caught the derelict groping her presumably unconscious frame she knew better. He was like all others on this ship, a bastard.
Bulma began to dress as a figure admitted itself into the med bay unnoticed. "Oh my, Zarbon's little pet has matured after all these years." Bulma froze for a moment then continued to don her suit and locked eye with the whit lizard just outside of her cell. Frieza motion toward the door and Mao complied by opening it. He was merely inches away from her. He reached out one of his hands and took a lock of her blue hair in his hand slowly smoothing it in between his thumb and forefinger. "What a shame that your hair didn't retain that beautiful shade of purple. Oh well, no matter." He said dropping his hand from her hair. "I trust Dr. Mao has informed you that you are to go on mission?" He said glancing to Mao then back to her one side of his mouth upturned into a halfway sadistic smile.
Bulma was closing up the front of her body suit when another presence made itself known. She looked up as Frieza turned to greet the newcomer. "Ah, Vegeta. Nice of you to join us." Rasped Frieza lazily. He was too soon becoming bored and his spirit was brightening at the new promise of more entertainment with Vegeta arrival.
Vegeta walked over to Frieza regally. He bowed at the waist with his arm over his chest in respect. "Lord Frieza." "Monkey. This Zarbon's pet human. Pet, Monkey." Frieza looked at each as he introduced the pair as he saw proper. Vegeta remained as always stoic in his demeanor. "I understand that you have a mission for me?" He spoke bordering indigence.
Frieza eyed Vegeta with his red eyes showing just a hint of distaste and then it changed to amusement. "Yes and you are to take her with you." Vegeta looked at Bulma disapprovingly and returned his gaze to Frieza. He cocked his brow but didn't show any other negative response. "Her, Lord Frieza?"
It was all the lizard could do to hide his mirth from exploding to the surface. "What is it, Monkey? Do you have a problem? You are only to observe and gauge her efficiency. I haven't set a time frame I want this task completed for this is her pilot mission. You will be going to Planet Idznak. The mission details will be uploaded to your scouter and to the ship you'll be taking."
During the conversation that she was merely a witness, Bulma's fists were clinched and her nails were biting into her palm. She claimed the tender flesh of her inner cheek in vice like grip between her molars in an attempt to ebb her anger. Her eyes blazed with a wrath to consume all. She was bent on reigning herself in. She didn't come this far to blow it and die now.
Vegeta sensed her discomfort and unease. He took a fleeting glace to the woman. Her face was cold diamond hard mask of obvious hate. He would have sworn he saw the muscles in her bottom jaw shudder. "You have one hour before departure." Frieza again reached for Bulma's hair and gave it a slow soft caress. "Remember, Vegeta, she's your responsibility. One fine hair hurt on her head." He pulled his hand from Bulma taking a stray hair with it. He wrapped the hair around his forefinger, stretched it with the aid of his other hand, and then snapped it with a musical tink. "...And yours will roll." He said in a low faintly audible airy breath. With that said he smiled grimly at both and then left.
Halfway dressed Bulma grabbed Dr. Mao by the throat. He had no chance to utter a sound. In a smooth fluid motion yanked it from the pudgy prick's neck. She had done it cleanly as to keep his blood from tainting her. He lay on the immaculate metal surface on the floor, his blood making a halo of gore around him. "Bastard..." She whispered as her parting words to the dead.
Bulma had her temper momentarily sated. A tiny smile curled a corner of her mouth. Her eyes shifted from the heap of flesh on the floor to Vegeta. He regarded her with a 'what-do-you-want-me-to-give-you-a-cookie' look. "You have just signed your own death warrant, stupid bitch. You just saved me babysitting duty. I guess I should say thanks." Vegeta said smugly, arms crossed, eyes closed shaking his head in mirth.
"Oh, really? Are you going to tattle on me? Pussy! Bowing and scraping." She shook her head in disgust. "Besides I'm too valuable for Frieza to kill me now." Bulma said, brows coming together in a 'V'.
"WHAT! What you are is an overly expensive piece of ass. When Frieza gets bored of this farce all you'll become is the ship's harem fodder. Then I'll be there to watch as you fall as the ranks, one after the other, have their turn with you, Frieza's little bitch." Vegeta huffed seemingly unshaken by her brashness.
"Excuse me! Please don't project your fantasies on me. I know what your problem is. Is the short little homophobic is in denial?"
They stared each other down, like two wolves fighting for alpha, in an unspoken challenge. Neither looking away, sizing each other up, both wanting to prove their dominance.
"I don't like men. Crazy female." Vegeta spoke first in a low dead pan voice. "And I'm not a whore. Arrogant Jerk." Bulma returned in the same tone. Both conceded in their staring match. "Let’s just get this over with." Bulma said with a conceding sigh. They both left for the hanger bay.
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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.
-Science/Medical Wing, Med Bay-
Bulma awoke to a vaguely noticeable burn in her veins and the sterile yet stinging smell of regeneration fluid. All too familiar it would seem. It was comforting. Soon she would have full use of all her strengths. She was chemically hindered by a suppressant prior to entering the hyper sleep cell on Asorna. She felt complete again as compared to the half living drug fiend she resembled and felt like upon waking days ago. She tongued the inside of her cheek. It no longer tasted of copper and the savaged tissue had smoothed over. Her mutilated cheek would remain scarred due to years of brutally being torn by teeth.
: CLANG, CLANG, CLANG : Dr. Mao slapped the bars with his clipboard. "It’s ime to clothe your grotesque body." He said pushing her black suit through the cell bars. "Since Zarbon has left you in my care and has gone off on an assignment, he has left me with the responsibility to report your progress to Lord Frieza. I have informed our lord that you are ready to join the ranks. Lord Frieza wants you for a mission. Seems today is your big début." Mao boasted as if she was his own child and this was to be her 'coming out' party. Bulma just stared at the stubby creature with seething fury. She was a predator lying in wait. The old lech was eyeing her naked frame trying to find flaws. He was trying to put off an air of disgust in his features, but having on more than one occasion caught the derelict groping her presumably unconscious frame she knew better. He was like all others on this ship, a bastard.
Bulma began to dress as a figure admitted itself into the med bay unnoticed. "Oh my, Zarbon's little pet has matured after all these years." Bulma froze for a moment then continued to don her suit and locked eye with the whit lizard just outside of her cell. Frieza motion toward the door and Mao complied by opening it. He was merely inches away from her. He reached out one of his hands and took a lock of her blue hair in his hand slowly smoothing it in between his thumb and forefinger. "What a shame that your hair didn't retain that beautiful shade of purple. Oh well, no matter." He said dropping his hand from her hair. "I trust Dr. Mao has informed you that you are to go on mission?" He said glancing to Mao then back to her one side of his mouth upturned into a halfway sadistic smile.
Bulma was closing up the front of her body suit when another presence made itself known. She looked up as Frieza turned to greet the newcomer. "Ah, Vegeta. Nice of you to join us." Rasped Frieza lazily. He was too soon becoming bored and his spirit was brightening at the new promise of more entertainment with Vegeta arrival.
Vegeta walked over to Frieza regally. He bowed at the waist with his arm over his chest in respect. "Lord Frieza." "Monkey. This Zarbon's pet human. Pet, Monkey." Frieza looked at each as he introduced the pair as he saw proper. Vegeta remained as always stoic in his demeanor. "I understand that you have a mission for me?" He spoke bordering indigence.
Frieza eyed Vegeta with his red eyes showing just a hint of distaste and then it changed to amusement. "Yes and you are to take her with you." Vegeta looked at Bulma disapprovingly and returned his gaze to Frieza. He cocked his brow but didn't show any other negative response. "Her, Lord Frieza?"
It was all the lizard could do to hide his mirth from exploding to the surface. "What is it, Monkey? Do you have a problem? You are only to observe and gauge her efficiency. I haven't set a time frame I want this task completed for this is her pilot mission. You will be going to Planet Idznak. The mission details will be uploaded to your scouter and to the ship you'll be taking."
During the conversation that she was merely a witness, Bulma's fists were clinched and her nails were biting into her palm. She claimed the tender flesh of her inner cheek in vice like grip between her molars in an attempt to ebb her anger. Her eyes blazed with a wrath to consume all. She was bent on reigning herself in. She didn't come this far to blow it and die now.
Vegeta sensed her discomfort and unease. He took a fleeting glace to the woman. Her face was cold diamond hard mask of obvious hate. He would have sworn he saw the muscles in her bottom jaw shudder. "You have one hour before departure." Frieza again reached for Bulma's hair and gave it a slow soft caress. "Remember, Vegeta, she's your responsibility. One fine hair hurt on her head." He pulled his hand from Bulma taking a stray hair with it. He wrapped the hair around his forefinger, stretched it with the aid of his other hand, and then snapped it with a musical tink. "...And yours will roll." He said in a low faintly audible airy breath. With that said he smiled grimly at both and then left.
Halfway dressed Bulma grabbed Dr. Mao by the throat. He had no chance to utter a sound. In a smooth fluid motion yanked it from the pudgy prick's neck. She had done it cleanly as to keep his blood from tainting her. He lay on the immaculate metal surface on the floor, his blood making a halo of gore around him. "Bastard..." She whispered as her parting words to the dead.
Bulma had her temper momentarily sated. A tiny smile curled a corner of her mouth. Her eyes shifted from the heap of flesh on the floor to Vegeta. He regarded her with a 'what-do-you-want-me-to-give-you-a-cookie' look. "You have just signed your own death warrant, stupid bitch. You just saved me babysitting duty. I guess I should say thanks." Vegeta said smugly, arms crossed, eyes closed shaking his head in mirth.
"Oh, really? Are you going to tattle on me? Pussy! Bowing and scraping." She shook her head in disgust. "Besides I'm too valuable for Frieza to kill me now." Bulma said, brows coming together in a 'V'.
"WHAT! What you are is an overly expensive piece of ass. When Frieza gets bored of this farce all you'll become is the ship's harem fodder. Then I'll be there to watch as you fall as the ranks, one after the other, have their turn with you, Frieza's little bitch." Vegeta huffed seemingly unshaken by her brashness.
"Excuse me! Please don't project your fantasies on me. I know what your problem is. Is the short little homophobic is in denial?"
They stared each other down, like two wolves fighting for alpha, in an unspoken challenge. Neither looking away, sizing each other up, both wanting to prove their dominance.
"I don't like men. Crazy female." Vegeta spoke first in a low dead pan voice. "And I'm not a whore. Arrogant Jerk." Bulma returned in the same tone. Both conceded in their staring match. "Let’s just get this over with." Bulma said with a conceding sigh. They both left for the hanger bay.
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