Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Hunting the Hunter ( Chapter 16 )
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By: lexylou 
Bulma leaves and ventures into space to do what Frieza's taught her to do best. Vegeta unleases his explosive temper in a rage. LITERALLY.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.14.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 277 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma leaves and ventures into space to do what Frieza's taught her to do best. Vegeta unleases his explosive temper in a rage. LITERALLY.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.14.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 277 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 16 – HUNTING THE HUNTER.
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.
-Vegeta, Planet Qua-
Vegeta stood alone as he surveyed all that had been devastated by his hand. A few buildings were still standing and remained intact. All else around the scene was charred rubble and scorched soil. He was frozen where he stood because he was reliving a memory, no, a dream. The view before him brought him back to thoughts of his supposed mate. He reminisced about her beautiful blue hair, long and it's silken texture; her expressive deep blue eyes and the way they caught in their entrancing stare, causing all time to stand still until she released him from their spell; her full pouting pink lips that often drew him in and especially when moistened them slowly with her tongue when she was lost in thought.
He sighed in frustration. "Oh, how I hate her!" Vegeta fueled himself with anger and his hate then continued his mission.
He explored to newly created ruins of what was once a prosperous city searching for survivors using his ki sense. This wasn't his part of the mission. It was up to the 'clean up crew' to kill off anyone that may have survived. When he was in a particularly bad mood and was looking for an outlet he found it in dispatching survivors of the planets he purged.
He could hear whimpers and the raised hearts beats. His tail bristled with excitement. Vegeta could tell they were doing their best to stay quiet to avoid detection, but the traitors thumps in their chests and sharp breaths were all to easy for his saiyan ears to pick out. He was close now. Their fear hung heavily in the air and he reveled in it.
He found them, the pair of them, huddled together in a corner enveloped in darkness. With his night vision he could see every detail as clear as if it were day. Trills of excitement ran through his body. He loved to incite fear in his victims. As Vegeta gathered his ki in his hand the light from the glowing sphere illuminated their feminine features.
He was about to let loose his blast when one of the soldiers from the 'clean up crew' entered the room behind him. "Doing our job for us again, Vegeta? You think you could spare just one of them instead of killing them both? What a waste that would be." He begged with lust in his eyes as he shifted his glances back and forth between the two females.
The low ranking soldiers voice caused the women to raise the heads and eyes to their would be murderers as they continued to quiver in fear. The color of their features became more apparent caused Vegeta to freeze. Their blue eyes seemed to pierce his soul and their blue hair tore at his memories. He balked and the ki ball dissipated in his palm. The two cowering women looked too much like her. -Damn her!!- He thought as he hefted an audible growl and turned to leave without a word.
Their blue hair and tear streaked faces that held those bottomless blue eyes haunted him. Vegeta glance at the lowly soldier as the man leered at the women as if deciding his first pick. The man glanced back at Vegeta as he passed thinking that his behavior was odd, but shrugged it off. Most of Frieza's men were at least a little psychologically unhinged and dismissed it as such. One of the women thought to take her chance and run for it. The soldier vaporized her with a ki blast and then rounded on the other woman.
Vegeta was almost through the exit when he heard the woman's sobbing pleas for help. "Please help me! Don't let him... Kill me, but don't let him do this..." Her words were cut off by a small ki blast to her stomach. The soldier had effectively silenced her and thus continued to ravage her limp form without further interruption.
All Vegeta could see in the woman beneath the soldier were features that reminded him of Bulma. This stirred something inside the saiyan prince. His anger at the sight soared and his pain overcame him. All sanity and restraint flew to wind. Could this have been what had become of his onna? Rage rolled off the saiyan in waves as a silver-blue ki swelled and surrounded his body.
Vegeta lost control over his ki and the terrain and sky exploded into a blinding flash of light. The light receded and the dust cleared to reveal Vegeta lying prone in the center of a patch of flattened smoldering landscape. Everything had been scoured from the surface in a hundred mile radius from his semi-conscious form. His panting breaths eased and having expelled all of his energy he slipped into darkness.
Hours later Vegeta regained consciousness and had to find a form of conveyance if he was to ever get of planet Qua. His blast had decimated all of Frieza’s forces and ships. Vegeta searched for days before he came upon an intact landing and launch port that still had ships that were travel worthy. He took what seemed to be the fastest of this planets fleet. None of the technology on Qua was nearly as advanced as what his pod, but it would do to him where he could find something better equipped for his needs.
As he readied the ship for takeoff, it was then that he chose to defect from Frieza’s fold. There would be no tracking him, no one to report his actions, and no way to know if he were among the dead or missing upon his destruction of the planet. Dark humor graced his features as a smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “No planet, no evidence.”
Vegeta set the auto pilot for a thirty second delay to launch as he left the ship. He flew into the air and prepared a ki bomb and then released it into the planet allowing it to burrow several thousand feet before returning to his ship and strapping himself in.
The ship left the planet’s atmosphere and traveled a great distance away before it exploded into a multicolored display of light and shattered debris. Planet Qua was gone and no one would be the wiser to know what actually happened. “I will find you woman. This time you can count on it.” His dark eyes shone with purpose as he said those words in a low growl. He settled in and begun checking the plotted course for his next destination, Aerwei.
*TWO MONTHS LATER*
-Bulma's Ship -
Bulma had been living a fairly comfortable lifestyle since her episode on Planet Mori. She found herself in the employ of Princess ChiChi to 'earn her keep' as the Queen of the Harpies would put it. She found herself tracking down bounties to earn a little extra coin on her own aside from the espionage and mercenary work the princess had her doing. She had the skills to perform these new assigned tasks with ease and often loving the chase and the excitement of it all. It came as a small shock to find that Kakarott was for better or worse bonded to ChiChi and was now a prince. Now that part was a little odd. -Kakarott a prince.- She shook her at the thought and tried to focus on the mission at hand.
Her mirthful thoughts soon faded into melancholy. She began to think of another prince. One she once could call hers. Could she still call him hers? She exhaled with a deep sigh. "Zarbon was so sure he would have found me. I guess he had us both fooled. Eh, Emwi?” She wondered what became of her brother, but in her heart she knew he was dead. She would miss him. He was the only person she had left to care for her and now he was lost to her.
“I wonder how he is. Does he think of me? ::sigh:: He probably doesn't even care. Well, we weren't anything, but a release to one another, right?" Her contacts on various planets could tell her little to nothing of the saiyan prince. She would get in contact with someone in the main stream of information on planet Aerwei instead of messing with her contacts from the outer rim of space which hardly had anything of value to report to her.
As time went on the walls to her small two-crew ship seemed to close in on her. The stars that were once beautiful and intriguing were now boring. That's what she got for opting to wake a week before arrival at her destination from hyper sleep. She wanted to make a few calls to her contacts on Aerwei to have things ready for her arrival. She also needed to get the lasted intel on her current target so that she could form a sound strategy. This would only be a two day mission if executed flawlessly. Bulma decided that she would take a few days rest before returning back to the Gyôza.
::Beep, Beep:: Bulma was startled awake. "I must have dosed off." She looked up to the console to see she had an incoming message. She pressed the button to receive the incoming transmission.
A familiar face graced the screen. His spiky hair and dark eyes were a dead giveaway of his saiyan lineage. For a moment she tensed but soon relaxed as the man on her view screen spoke. "Hi, Bulma. What’s up?" Kakarott greeted his friend merrily. His demeanor then turned very serious. "I was told to call and let you know that a few of Frieza's trackers are in the area and to be on your guard."
"Thanks for the heads up, Kakarott. Or should I call you Goku now, considering how your mate renamed you like her little puppy." She chided her friend.
"Hey, as long as I'm getting some she can call me what she wants." Kakarott said emphasizing his pleasure with a cheesy grin.
"Ugh, please. Not a mental picture I cared to have burned into my mind’s eye." Bulma shuddered with faked disgust in attempt to hide her unease to the information about Frieza's men being so close. "When I leave I'll send you a comm. message and I'll wait near the Suhre Moons for you to respond with your coordinates. Bulma out." She closed the comm. link before Kakarott could reply.
She could no longer keep her discontent hidden and she didn't want Kakarott to see the fear she harbored at going back to the slimy bastard that once claimed himself her master. "Soon as land I'm going to get this job done and then get the hell out of here." The feminized lizard seemed to close for comfort. Soon she would land and the fun would begin.
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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.
-Vegeta, Planet Qua-
Vegeta stood alone as he surveyed all that had been devastated by his hand. A few buildings were still standing and remained intact. All else around the scene was charred rubble and scorched soil. He was frozen where he stood because he was reliving a memory, no, a dream. The view before him brought him back to thoughts of his supposed mate. He reminisced about her beautiful blue hair, long and it's silken texture; her expressive deep blue eyes and the way they caught in their entrancing stare, causing all time to stand still until she released him from their spell; her full pouting pink lips that often drew him in and especially when moistened them slowly with her tongue when she was lost in thought.
He sighed in frustration. "Oh, how I hate her!" Vegeta fueled himself with anger and his hate then continued his mission.
He explored to newly created ruins of what was once a prosperous city searching for survivors using his ki sense. This wasn't his part of the mission. It was up to the 'clean up crew' to kill off anyone that may have survived. When he was in a particularly bad mood and was looking for an outlet he found it in dispatching survivors of the planets he purged.
He could hear whimpers and the raised hearts beats. His tail bristled with excitement. Vegeta could tell they were doing their best to stay quiet to avoid detection, but the traitors thumps in their chests and sharp breaths were all to easy for his saiyan ears to pick out. He was close now. Their fear hung heavily in the air and he reveled in it.
He found them, the pair of them, huddled together in a corner enveloped in darkness. With his night vision he could see every detail as clear as if it were day. Trills of excitement ran through his body. He loved to incite fear in his victims. As Vegeta gathered his ki in his hand the light from the glowing sphere illuminated their feminine features.
He was about to let loose his blast when one of the soldiers from the 'clean up crew' entered the room behind him. "Doing our job for us again, Vegeta? You think you could spare just one of them instead of killing them both? What a waste that would be." He begged with lust in his eyes as he shifted his glances back and forth between the two females.
The low ranking soldiers voice caused the women to raise the heads and eyes to their would be murderers as they continued to quiver in fear. The color of their features became more apparent caused Vegeta to freeze. Their blue eyes seemed to pierce his soul and their blue hair tore at his memories. He balked and the ki ball dissipated in his palm. The two cowering women looked too much like her. -Damn her!!- He thought as he hefted an audible growl and turned to leave without a word.
Their blue hair and tear streaked faces that held those bottomless blue eyes haunted him. Vegeta glance at the lowly soldier as the man leered at the women as if deciding his first pick. The man glanced back at Vegeta as he passed thinking that his behavior was odd, but shrugged it off. Most of Frieza's men were at least a little psychologically unhinged and dismissed it as such. One of the women thought to take her chance and run for it. The soldier vaporized her with a ki blast and then rounded on the other woman.
Vegeta was almost through the exit when he heard the woman's sobbing pleas for help. "Please help me! Don't let him... Kill me, but don't let him do this..." Her words were cut off by a small ki blast to her stomach. The soldier had effectively silenced her and thus continued to ravage her limp form without further interruption.
All Vegeta could see in the woman beneath the soldier were features that reminded him of Bulma. This stirred something inside the saiyan prince. His anger at the sight soared and his pain overcame him. All sanity and restraint flew to wind. Could this have been what had become of his onna? Rage rolled off the saiyan in waves as a silver-blue ki swelled and surrounded his body.
Vegeta lost control over his ki and the terrain and sky exploded into a blinding flash of light. The light receded and the dust cleared to reveal Vegeta lying prone in the center of a patch of flattened smoldering landscape. Everything had been scoured from the surface in a hundred mile radius from his semi-conscious form. His panting breaths eased and having expelled all of his energy he slipped into darkness.
Hours later Vegeta regained consciousness and had to find a form of conveyance if he was to ever get of planet Qua. His blast had decimated all of Frieza’s forces and ships. Vegeta searched for days before he came upon an intact landing and launch port that still had ships that were travel worthy. He took what seemed to be the fastest of this planets fleet. None of the technology on Qua was nearly as advanced as what his pod, but it would do to him where he could find something better equipped for his needs.
As he readied the ship for takeoff, it was then that he chose to defect from Frieza’s fold. There would be no tracking him, no one to report his actions, and no way to know if he were among the dead or missing upon his destruction of the planet. Dark humor graced his features as a smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “No planet, no evidence.”
Vegeta set the auto pilot for a thirty second delay to launch as he left the ship. He flew into the air and prepared a ki bomb and then released it into the planet allowing it to burrow several thousand feet before returning to his ship and strapping himself in.
The ship left the planet’s atmosphere and traveled a great distance away before it exploded into a multicolored display of light and shattered debris. Planet Qua was gone and no one would be the wiser to know what actually happened. “I will find you woman. This time you can count on it.” His dark eyes shone with purpose as he said those words in a low growl. He settled in and begun checking the plotted course for his next destination, Aerwei.
*TWO MONTHS LATER*
-Bulma's Ship -
Bulma had been living a fairly comfortable lifestyle since her episode on Planet Mori. She found herself in the employ of Princess ChiChi to 'earn her keep' as the Queen of the Harpies would put it. She found herself tracking down bounties to earn a little extra coin on her own aside from the espionage and mercenary work the princess had her doing. She had the skills to perform these new assigned tasks with ease and often loving the chase and the excitement of it all. It came as a small shock to find that Kakarott was for better or worse bonded to ChiChi and was now a prince. Now that part was a little odd. -Kakarott a prince.- She shook her at the thought and tried to focus on the mission at hand.
Her mirthful thoughts soon faded into melancholy. She began to think of another prince. One she once could call hers. Could she still call him hers? She exhaled with a deep sigh. "Zarbon was so sure he would have found me. I guess he had us both fooled. Eh, Emwi?” She wondered what became of her brother, but in her heart she knew he was dead. She would miss him. He was the only person she had left to care for her and now he was lost to her.
“I wonder how he is. Does he think of me? ::sigh:: He probably doesn't even care. Well, we weren't anything, but a release to one another, right?" Her contacts on various planets could tell her little to nothing of the saiyan prince. She would get in contact with someone in the main stream of information on planet Aerwei instead of messing with her contacts from the outer rim of space which hardly had anything of value to report to her.
As time went on the walls to her small two-crew ship seemed to close in on her. The stars that were once beautiful and intriguing were now boring. That's what she got for opting to wake a week before arrival at her destination from hyper sleep. She wanted to make a few calls to her contacts on Aerwei to have things ready for her arrival. She also needed to get the lasted intel on her current target so that she could form a sound strategy. This would only be a two day mission if executed flawlessly. Bulma decided that she would take a few days rest before returning back to the Gyôza.
::Beep, Beep:: Bulma was startled awake. "I must have dosed off." She looked up to the console to see she had an incoming message. She pressed the button to receive the incoming transmission.
A familiar face graced the screen. His spiky hair and dark eyes were a dead giveaway of his saiyan lineage. For a moment she tensed but soon relaxed as the man on her view screen spoke. "Hi, Bulma. What’s up?" Kakarott greeted his friend merrily. His demeanor then turned very serious. "I was told to call and let you know that a few of Frieza's trackers are in the area and to be on your guard."
"Thanks for the heads up, Kakarott. Or should I call you Goku now, considering how your mate renamed you like her little puppy." She chided her friend.
"Hey, as long as I'm getting some she can call me what she wants." Kakarott said emphasizing his pleasure with a cheesy grin.
"Ugh, please. Not a mental picture I cared to have burned into my mind’s eye." Bulma shuddered with faked disgust in attempt to hide her unease to the information about Frieza's men being so close. "When I leave I'll send you a comm. message and I'll wait near the Suhre Moons for you to respond with your coordinates. Bulma out." She closed the comm. link before Kakarott could reply.
She could no longer keep her discontent hidden and she didn't want Kakarott to see the fear she harbored at going back to the slimy bastard that once claimed himself her master. "Soon as land I'm going to get this job done and then get the hell out of here." The feminized lizard seemed to close for comfort. Soon she would land and the fun would begin.
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