Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Forced to live a nightmare. ( Chapter 8 )
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By: lexylou 
Possessed, Bulma goes on a murder bender.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.25.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 364 | Status: Work In Progress
Possessed, Bulma goes on a murder bender.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.25.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 364 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 8 - FORCED TO LIVE A NIGHTMARE.
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.
-thought-
“verbal speech”
(mental speech)
-Planet Chikyuu, Earth-
“My scouter is picking up several ki’s in that direction.” She said pointing to a mountain range behind the city limits. She seemed to shut off all that she was feeling before. Her mind was solely ‘on the job’. Then she took off full speed in the said direction. He said nothing and followed her. They had a job to do. He was glad the rational side of her brain decided to take over so that they complete what they were sent to do and leave. The ki’s were located inside the mountain and that’s when they discovered the cave entrance and found their way inside.
They found that the ki’s they had been tracking belonged to human survivors. The survivors were nervous of the newcomers at first but one they saw that they looked to be human their tension eased minutely. “What do you want?” One of the male humans inquired. Before they could answer another voice broke forth. “Bulma?!”
Bulma snapped her head in the direction of her name. Her name she had heard by only one soul in eleven years and even he didn’t call her by her name often, her emwi, Zarbon. She stood there silently and stared at the man. Vegeta could see that she recognized the little man. He felt something knot in his stomach at seeing the relation between them.
“Bulma, I knew it was you!” The planet local exclaimed as he ran up to her. He was rather short even compared to her and bald with six burn scars on his forehead. “Bulma, it’s me, Krillin. We used to play together when we were kids. No one knew what happened to you after Frieza’s men took over the planet and your parents were found dead.” Krillin spoke slowly and each word became more somber than the last.
“Get moving shrimp… this little reunion is over.” Vegeta snarled, highly annoyed with the miniature weaklings blather. They had a job to do and they weren’t getting it done reminiscing about the past with the locals.
“Ughh… it was nice seeing you again, Bulma.” Krillin said over his shoulder as he ran away heading to the mouth of the cave.
“What…” Bulma started as Vegeta gruffly cut her off.
“Listen here! The sooner we finish up here the sooner we can leave this backwater mudball!” Vegeta was getting impatient. He was tired of babysitting the blue haired bitch, or at least that’s what he told himself. He knew he was angry and wanted the woman away from whatever that short biped was, but he didn’t know where that anger stemmed from. Bulma closed her mouth and glared daggers at him and silently wished the flesh would melt from his bones.
-Frieza’s Flagship-
Zarbon had just arrived back at the flagship from a mission to one of his lord’s many bases on Xypher 6. He had received a summons from his master no sooner than steeping foot into the hangar bay. Upon entering the control room he saw his lord reclined in his hover chair, sitting in front of the view screen and he portrayed an air of smug satisfaction. “Zarbon, how good of you to come. You’re just in time to watch as I unleash our prodigy.” The emperor rasped. Zarbon knelt before the effeminate emperor.
“Oh, please do get up, Zarbon. I have a real treat for you. I do believe it’s time we had some fun with ‘our little pet’. Don’t you?” Frieza didn’t bother with waiting for his reply before turning his attention back to the view screen displaying the live events being recorded from Vegeta and Bulma’s scouters.
“Come now, on with the show.” Frieza said excitedly as one of his minions served him a glass of red wine. The tech, Froy, hurried to the control panel accessing Bulma’s parameters and initiated ‘mission protocol’.
“My lord, there... seems to be a… problem…” Froy was barely able to get out.
“What!?” The stuttering little tech was cut off with his lord’s anger growl. Frieza eye the tech with murder in his eyes. The tech knew he was seconds from death so he struggled to find his voice.
“Her… subconscious programming is supposed to take over and her higher thinking, cognition, and emotions are supposed to take a back seat, but it would seem that she is still fully aware and unable to stop it. I’ll correct the error when she…”
“Oh, no… my dear, Froy. I much prefer to have it this way.” Frieza grinned manically. The lord folded his hands together with his bottom lip pursed against his finger tips. “It is a better show this way.” He spoke to no one in particular.
-Planet Chikyuu, Earth-
They were walking through a newly resettled city gathering there intel when suddenly Bulma froze and her eyes dilated in fear. She couldn’t move or speak. The only part of her body she had any control over were her eyes.
“Woman, come on. I haven’t got all day and the temper tantrums are getting old.” Vegeta said with his back still to her. The only way he had known she’d stopped was he no longer heard her advancing footsteps. When he didn’t a verbal response he turned to face her. He expected to find her fuming.
Bulma stood with a child held aloft by his neck. Blood was trailing from his mouth, ears, and eyes. When the child was dead she dropped his lifeless form. Vegeta had seen her kill before. He knew she was capable, but her own people. Even after hearing her admission of the murder of her parents, he didn’t want to believe it. She had already amassed a collection of eight other corpses other than the boy she just dropped.
“Come on, Onna. We don’t have time for this.” Vegeta was almost disturbed, but they weren’t his people so he didn’t care. –Wait…- He thought. This is like the dream he had… -…it was her!-
“Onna…?” He was starting to get pissed. He walked up to her scowling he was going to put an end to this.
*Vegeta, stand down. Let her have her fun.* A voice he recognized as Frieza’s came over his scouter.
“Wha… Yes, lord Frieza.” Vegeta said. He was confused. Something was definitely off about this. None the less he complied.
Bulma continued the merciless killing throughout the day until the city was devoid of life other than Vegeta and herself. He was ordered to stand down and observe. Vegeta watched as she killed without employing one ki attack. Most of her victims she didn’t physically touch. Eyes exploded. Orifices oozed blood, organs, and other excretions. Heads imploded and others drowned in their own blood and vomit. Then he saw her eyes glistening with fear and suddenly she stopped. She turned to face him. She said nothing and stared at him, her eyes were filled with anguish with a tear forming at the corner of one of them. She closed her eyes causing the tear to roll down her blood covered cheek, clearing a trail showing white underneath, and the stopping at her chin. It fell from her chin and crashed on her boot. He stared at her as he relived his dream in real time.
She was a harbinger of death bathed in innocent blood.
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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.
-thought-
“verbal speech”
(mental speech)
-Planet Chikyuu, Earth-
“My scouter is picking up several ki’s in that direction.” She said pointing to a mountain range behind the city limits. She seemed to shut off all that she was feeling before. Her mind was solely ‘on the job’. Then she took off full speed in the said direction. He said nothing and followed her. They had a job to do. He was glad the rational side of her brain decided to take over so that they complete what they were sent to do and leave. The ki’s were located inside the mountain and that’s when they discovered the cave entrance and found their way inside.
They found that the ki’s they had been tracking belonged to human survivors. The survivors were nervous of the newcomers at first but one they saw that they looked to be human their tension eased minutely. “What do you want?” One of the male humans inquired. Before they could answer another voice broke forth. “Bulma?!”
Bulma snapped her head in the direction of her name. Her name she had heard by only one soul in eleven years and even he didn’t call her by her name often, her emwi, Zarbon. She stood there silently and stared at the man. Vegeta could see that she recognized the little man. He felt something knot in his stomach at seeing the relation between them.
“Bulma, I knew it was you!” The planet local exclaimed as he ran up to her. He was rather short even compared to her and bald with six burn scars on his forehead. “Bulma, it’s me, Krillin. We used to play together when we were kids. No one knew what happened to you after Frieza’s men took over the planet and your parents were found dead.” Krillin spoke slowly and each word became more somber than the last.
“Get moving shrimp… this little reunion is over.” Vegeta snarled, highly annoyed with the miniature weaklings blather. They had a job to do and they weren’t getting it done reminiscing about the past with the locals.
“Ughh… it was nice seeing you again, Bulma.” Krillin said over his shoulder as he ran away heading to the mouth of the cave.
“What…” Bulma started as Vegeta gruffly cut her off.
“Listen here! The sooner we finish up here the sooner we can leave this backwater mudball!” Vegeta was getting impatient. He was tired of babysitting the blue haired bitch, or at least that’s what he told himself. He knew he was angry and wanted the woman away from whatever that short biped was, but he didn’t know where that anger stemmed from. Bulma closed her mouth and glared daggers at him and silently wished the flesh would melt from his bones.
-Frieza’s Flagship-
Zarbon had just arrived back at the flagship from a mission to one of his lord’s many bases on Xypher 6. He had received a summons from his master no sooner than steeping foot into the hangar bay. Upon entering the control room he saw his lord reclined in his hover chair, sitting in front of the view screen and he portrayed an air of smug satisfaction. “Zarbon, how good of you to come. You’re just in time to watch as I unleash our prodigy.” The emperor rasped. Zarbon knelt before the effeminate emperor.
“Oh, please do get up, Zarbon. I have a real treat for you. I do believe it’s time we had some fun with ‘our little pet’. Don’t you?” Frieza didn’t bother with waiting for his reply before turning his attention back to the view screen displaying the live events being recorded from Vegeta and Bulma’s scouters.
“Come now, on with the show.” Frieza said excitedly as one of his minions served him a glass of red wine. The tech, Froy, hurried to the control panel accessing Bulma’s parameters and initiated ‘mission protocol’.
“My lord, there... seems to be a… problem…” Froy was barely able to get out.
“What!?” The stuttering little tech was cut off with his lord’s anger growl. Frieza eye the tech with murder in his eyes. The tech knew he was seconds from death so he struggled to find his voice.
“Her… subconscious programming is supposed to take over and her higher thinking, cognition, and emotions are supposed to take a back seat, but it would seem that she is still fully aware and unable to stop it. I’ll correct the error when she…”
“Oh, no… my dear, Froy. I much prefer to have it this way.” Frieza grinned manically. The lord folded his hands together with his bottom lip pursed against his finger tips. “It is a better show this way.” He spoke to no one in particular.
-Planet Chikyuu, Earth-
They were walking through a newly resettled city gathering there intel when suddenly Bulma froze and her eyes dilated in fear. She couldn’t move or speak. The only part of her body she had any control over were her eyes.
“Woman, come on. I haven’t got all day and the temper tantrums are getting old.” Vegeta said with his back still to her. The only way he had known she’d stopped was he no longer heard her advancing footsteps. When he didn’t a verbal response he turned to face her. He expected to find her fuming.
Bulma stood with a child held aloft by his neck. Blood was trailing from his mouth, ears, and eyes. When the child was dead she dropped his lifeless form. Vegeta had seen her kill before. He knew she was capable, but her own people. Even after hearing her admission of the murder of her parents, he didn’t want to believe it. She had already amassed a collection of eight other corpses other than the boy she just dropped.
“Come on, Onna. We don’t have time for this.” Vegeta was almost disturbed, but they weren’t his people so he didn’t care. –Wait…- He thought. This is like the dream he had… -…it was her!-
“Onna…?” He was starting to get pissed. He walked up to her scowling he was going to put an end to this.
*Vegeta, stand down. Let her have her fun.* A voice he recognized as Frieza’s came over his scouter.
“Wha… Yes, lord Frieza.” Vegeta said. He was confused. Something was definitely off about this. None the less he complied.
Bulma continued the merciless killing throughout the day until the city was devoid of life other than Vegeta and herself. He was ordered to stand down and observe. Vegeta watched as she killed without employing one ki attack. Most of her victims she didn’t physically touch. Eyes exploded. Orifices oozed blood, organs, and other excretions. Heads imploded and others drowned in their own blood and vomit. Then he saw her eyes glistening with fear and suddenly she stopped. She turned to face him. She said nothing and stared at him, her eyes were filled with anguish with a tear forming at the corner of one of them. She closed her eyes causing the tear to roll down her blood covered cheek, clearing a trail showing white underneath, and the stopping at her chin. It fell from her chin and crashed on her boot. He stared at her as he relived his dream in real time.
She was a harbinger of death bathed in innocent blood.
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