Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Help save me by saving you. ( Chapter 31 )

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BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 31 –HELP SAVE ME BY SAVING YOU.

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" (mental speech)



-Planet Tundra-


*FLASHBACK*

"I can't do that. They'll kill you, Bulma." The saiyan closed his eyes as he shook his head. He held his hands up as in a silent plea for her to stop.

"Kakarott, please." She tried to convince him.

"Okay, Bulma. I'll do it." Goku reluctantly agreed as he entered the pod.

*END FLASHBACK*


Bulma had sent several pods into space at once sending them all in different directions. One of those pods contained her dearest friend and her unborn child. Yes, she could now call the being she dreaded for so long her child. She smiled at the thought, but was soon interrupted by sirens and soldiers as they charged into the hangar bay.

Frieza entered the hangar bay. "Going somewhere, my dear?"

"No, I wouldn't dream of it." Bulma was quick to reply snidely.

Frieza chuckled lowly as he walked up to her. He eyed her suspiciously before he ripped back her blood soaked clothing to reveal a pink splash of scar tissue on her abdomen. He released her clothing as his furious eyes rose to meet her humored blues. His face twisted into a fearsome grimace as he reared his arm back across his body with the palm facing him and backhanded Bulma with all of his strength across her cheek. The hangar bay echoed with a sickening crack before she hit the floor.

"Pick her up and put her in a regeneration tank…" Frieza snarled through his teeth. "…if she's still alive."


-Planet Osiria-

Vegeta woke up with a start. His body drenched in a cold sweat. His nightmare consisted of the worst imaginable pain, a pain which still twisted in his gut. The dream seemed too real, but the pain didn't seem like it was his own. –Bulma…- He whispered her name through his mind.

-This madness of waiting has to stop!- He mentally roared as he leapt from his bed and headed to shower.

There was a knock at the door Vegeta as was finishing his dressing. "Enter!"
Melowsh entered and spoke in a rush. "Sire, we have some news! It would seem that the saiyan Kakarott tracking signal is heading our direction! …Per Princess ChiChi"

"What? Are you sure that overbearing she-devil has her head on straight?" Vegeta asked incredulously.

"Ahem. I'm not permitted to speculate or divulge my personal feelings of dignitaries." Melowsh coughed and changed the subject. "Perhaps, Lady
Bulma is with him?"

"Prep the ship! I'll be leaving in an hour. Tell that harpy that I am going to intercept her mate. Also, if she wants to accompany me she needs to be on that ship by the time I'm ready to leave or she will be left behind!" Vegeta barked as he adjusted his armor.


-Somewhere in Space-

Kakarott was furious with Bulma. –How could she have me leave her like that!- He knew that there was no other way. She had to protect her and Vegeta's child. Who knew what that slimy lizard would do with the child if he got his hands on it? He would probably kill it and make Bulma watch.
He worried about what Vegeta would do to him when he arrived on Osiria without her. The guilt he felt outweighed any thoughts of his freedom or the prospect of getting to see his wife again. He looked down at the container, the incubator pod that held Bulma's child. He read the words that she had neatly scratched into the metal and remembered what she said. 'Trunks if it's a boy and Bra it it's a girl.'

Goku's next worry was what he would do with the child. Would he want it? Now that he knew the saiyan race wasn't extinct, would he be appalled and disown the child due to its heritage and impurity. If it came down to that he and ChiChi would take the child and raise it as their own. –Bulma, if she didn't survive, would like that.-

Goku, even with his troubled thoughts, drifted off to sleep and cradled the pod in his lap.


-The Kuroi Naiya-

Vegeta stood impatiently in the ship's hangar waiting for the pod to arrive that held Goku inside.

The ships navigational officers had to access the pod's onboard computer to change its plotted course and give it new commands to dock with the Kuroi Naiya. Failure wasn't an option for therein would lie their imminent demise.
Moments later the pod landed. Vegeta watched from the shadows as Goku exited the space pod with the incubator in tow. Not knowing what to expect and his guilt welled and writhed within him. "I need some lab techs and doctors to take this from me. It's of the utmost importance!"

After the incubator was removed from his grasp, he was tackled to the floor by ChiChi. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been or what I've been put through! I…" Her words faltered once she got a good look at her love's face.

"What is it?..." She spoke softly to him as if he would shatter if she again raised her voice. His eyes were downcast and he couldn't bear to look into his mate's loving eyes when Bulma was still in Hell.

(Where's Bulma?) A voice he knew all too well echoed through his mind.

(He still has her… I couldn't she made me leave her so that we could get away… Vegeta I'm…) Goku stumbled over his thoughts as he attempted to reach out to the prince.

(We? What was that thing that you have with you? Something is living inside of it. I can feel its ki…) Vegeta probed Goku's mind.
Goku's words failed him and he decided to send flashes of his memories to explain. Vegeta flinched at the horrendous extraction of the fetus and was shocked to learn of its parentage. (Please, Vegeta. I was her wish that I see to its safety.)

(I will not harm my own child, Kakarott.) Vegeta thought as he read through Goku's fears.

Goku's eyes met Vegeta's in a knowing and communicating stare. Goku let out a breath before he allowed ChiChi to assist him in standing. He was worn and weary from the stress and worry.

(Meet me in the training room in three hours time.) Vegeta thought as he turned and left the hangar. Goku could feel the subtle hint of blame in his thoughts and felt it was deserved for he blamed himself. Bulma would disagree.


-The Kuroi Naiya, Bridge-

"Set a course for Osiria, but stay near the outer rim. Send for a ship to intercept us at coordinates X23865.7 and A25766.8. Have them send all of the medical staff as well as the biological engineers that work in the regeneration room." Vegeta gave his orders.

"Melowsh? I'm putting you in charge of mine and the onna's brat. If anything happens to it you are ultimately responsible!" Vegeta said matter-of-factly. "You will be accompanying it back to Osiria."

"Yes, Prince Vegeta. I will take good care of him." Melowsh said proudly.

"Him?... How?" Vegeta looked at the other man questioningly.

"Yes, the fetus is male. My race can sense these things as yours cans sense ki." The skorkijin answered.

The prince's happiness was short lived when his thoughts traveled back to Bulma. They had too many preparations to make. -The war must begin now.-

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