Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Saiyan(s) ( Chapter 22 )

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BEND.  I WILL NOT BREAK.  CHAPTER 22 – SAIYAN(S) .



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:-thought-    “speech”  


-Planet Osiria-

“Goku!”  Bulma said in surprise.  “It’s been…”

“Bulma, have you finished what you’ve been working on?”  Goku asked with urgency as his question cut her off.

“It’s almost finished…  My ship is complete.  Once the G. S. project is finished I’ll send word…”  She was unable to finish her words before he jumped in.  He wasn’t acting himself his features seemed drawn.  It was so unlike the normal playful innocence she had become accustomed to.

“I’ll be departing from here in a few hours for Osiria.  This is too important to wait.”  He said with seriousness she didn’t know he possessed.

“Alright, we’ll see you soon.  By the time you arrive the G. S. will be complete.  I hope your mate is okay with you leaving her.”  He chided her saiyan friend to lighten the stern seriousness between them.  It was eerie to her that he was acting so out of character.

There is was.  The lopsided smile she had been waiting for broke across his face.  “I’m not exactly planning on telling her, Bulma.  Heh heh.”  He let out some nervous laughter as his eyes closed and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“She’s going to eat you alive, Kakarott.”  She giggled under her breath as she pictured the tall saiyan running from his much shorter mate as she hurled obscenities.

Vegeta’s ear perked at the saiyan name she used.  “Who is this Kakarott?”  He asked as he pushed himself from the wall he was lent against and walked over to the view screen she was using.

Bulma half turned to face Vegeta as he stopped at her side.  “Ah, so the prince is alive.  Your father will be glad to hear it, Prince Vegeta.”   Goku said matter-of-factly.

It took a moment to for Vegeta regain his speech.  “My father is dead!!”  Vegeta roared.  “He and what I thought the rest of my race died along with the planet!  Frieza killed them all!!”  He ranted.

“It’s what we wanted Frieza to believe.”  Goku had again adopted his stoic manner.

“Kakarott?  What do you mean his father?  I thought all saiyans were gone save for you and Vegeta.”  Bulma wanted answers and in a since felt betrayed.  Did he not trust her?

“Bulma, do you remember when I said that we had contact with an army of rebels in space?  That’s who I was talking about… the rest of our race.  Well, them and a few thousand survivors from other planets wrecked or destroyed by Frieza.”  He didn’t want to keep information from his friend, but it wasn’t his place to tell of the existence of a supposed extinct races.

“Onna, when Kakarott arrives and your project is complete we will take your ship and meet up with my father.”  He didn’t ask.  He told her with an edge of determination in her voice.

“Hold on there, buddy!”  Bulma raged.  “That is my ship and this is my project!  How dare you tell me what to do with it?!”  She growled through heaved breaths.

“You’re coming with m- us, Onna.  After all it is your ship and your project as you put it.”  He smirked at her as he stood regally before her.

“Bulma, when I arrived on Osiria you knew we would be going to meet with those contacts anyway.  Why…”  Goku began and he tried his best to ease the tension of the newly developed situation.

“…because he didn’t ask!  He told me what to do!!”  She shot Vegeta a glare.  She had calmed slightly but she was still noticeably angry.

“Well, I’ll see you guys in a few days.  Bye.”  He quickly turned off the view screen before he got draw into their ‘lovers spat’.

Goku sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to being locked up in a ship with those two for however long.  He debated in his mind whether which would be worse.  Living on the same ship as the prince and Bulma with all of their fights or going back to ChiChi after running off into space without a word.  “Well at least with Chi there’s make-up sex.”



Bulma crossed her arms over her chest as she fumed. “I’m going to the training room!!”  She said to no one.  She merely stated her thoughts aloud.

Vegeta stepped in her path and grabbed her arms below the shoulders firmly.  “Why do you fight against me… in everything?”  He said in a lowered voice.  Her head was down and she stared into his chest.

“Why didn’t you come looking for me?”   Bulma said in a hallow tone.  


“I did… but”  

“… but you gave up.  You hurt me and I can’t let you do that again.”

“I never laid a hand on you, woman!”

“Not physically.  I know you’re different… but I feel with my heart…  I didn’t until you… Frieza saw to that.  You gave me back a piece of my humanity, Vegeta.

Vegeta felt his anger relent at her words, but his face still held up the façade.  What she said made him feel a tremble that reverberated in his chest like a growl.  “Stop speaking nonsense.”  His dark eyes bored into her.  He couldn’t tell her that she made him feel.  He resented her for it.  

“You’re right.  I… I’m just tired.  Forget I said anything.”  She said quietly and left.  

She left him standing there in her room.  “What’s her problem?  Are all females insane?”  His pride was too thick for what he really felt for this woman to break through.  He was hurt too, but he had hurt himself.  -She makes you weak… she made you feel.-  He hated her, but he hated himself more.


Bulma had punished herself for her stupidity for the past two days.  Did she actually tell Vegeta in a roundabout way the she felt for him… that she cared for him?  “Kami!  What the hell is wrong with me?  You don’t have time for this, Bulma!!”  She chastised herself.   She stretched out her mental tendrils and hurled the training sphere around herself furiously.  A high pitched ringing brought her to her knees and the sphere crashed deeply into the floor.  Her vision blurred and she panted out her breaths in pain.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard again, my lady.”  Melowsh’s voice came for the doorway of the training room.

He walked to her side and helped her to stand.  “I’m fine.”  She ground out through the waves of agony.  He knew he would find her here and in a similar condition.

“I came to tell you that the G. S. is complete and that the saiyan Kakarott is mere hours from arrival.”  He pulled an aerogun from his lab coat pocket and shot an injection into her arm.

“OW!  Can’t you ever tell me when you’re going to do that!!”  She began to instantly feel the pain subside.

“If I had, would you have let me?”  He chuckled lowly under his breath.

“Good point.”  She regained her composure and followed the skorkijin out the door to the lab.


Vegeta had positioned himself in a darkened corner of the colossal training room to watch as Bulma trained for hours on end.  Bulma chose to use the moonlight from the semi open training area.  The shroud of night helped to hide him in seclusion.  It helped him stay far enough away to avoid detection, but close enough to clearly observe.  Was here to intervene if she pushed herself too far?  Was he here to admire how the sweat glistened off of her scantily clad body highlighted in the moonlight?  Was it concern or lust?  These thoughts were picking him apart day and night.  Would his pride always triumph?

“Good, the project is complete, Kakarott will soon arrive, and we will leave tomorrow.”  He left the darkened training area to await the other saiyans arrival.



-Frieza’s Flagship-

“Lord Frieza.”  Five of Frieza’s finest soldiers said in respect as they kneeled before the lord.

“Ginyu, I want you and your… crew to run a little errand for me.  I want you to go to planet Aerwei and see what information that you can squeeze out of anyone there about the whereabouts of my precious pet.”  He said sinisterly as he beady eyes gleamed with malice.  “She’s been missing for an awfully long time and I’d really like her to come back home now.” He falsely pouted in a babyish voice.

“Yes, Lord Frieza.”  Captain Ginyu said as he licked his lips and then grinned crookedly.

“That is all.”  The emperor chuckled.  “You are dismissed.”  He smiled in smug satisfaction.  He had no doubt that soon he would have the object of his obsession back.  Time was ticking down until she would gain the ability to produce him an heir.  His scientist on Asorna still had their data intact and had finally riddled out the anomaly that made Bulma infertile.  She was sexually mature yes, but she wouldn’t reach her reproductive maturity for some time.  The biologists projected at age 25 she would become fertile and be able to bare offspring.  –Just months away.-  The pale lizard smirked.  He was bent on getting her back for this reason.  He had no sexual interest in her at all; she would be a vessel and nothing more.


-Planet Osiria-

Bulma stood in her shower enjoying the liquid warmth as is released the tension in her muscles.  Soon they would be on their way back into space to rendezvous with the saiyans.  She didn’t know what to expect.  -Would Vegeta want to stay with his father?  …Of course he would.  He would be a prince again and not only in title alone.-   She opened he eyes and glared at the shower wall as it was what had wronged her.  “Forget him, Bulma!”  She shouted at herself and vowed to herself after this meeting was over and he was gone never to give her memories of him ever one backwards glance.


Goku landed without difficulty and was met by Bulma’s head science office slash adviser.  “Uh, hi there.  Where’s Bulma… or Prince Vegeta?”  Goku asked politely.

“Lady Bulma is currently seeing to tomorrow’s preparations.  And Prince Vegeta…”  Melowsh began in reply.

“…Is right here.”  Vegeta said as he seemed to appear out of nowhere.  

“Prince.”  Goku addressed Vegeta as he bowed respectfully.

“So when…”  Goku began.

“When do ‘we leave?’  …tomorrow.”  Made an attempt to answer the question that he presumed Goku meant to ask.

“Well, actually I was going to ask ‘When do we eat?’.”  As if on cue Goku’s stomach chose at that moment to rumble loudly and soon nervous laughter proceeded.  

“Idiot.”  Vegeta mumbled under his breath.

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