Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Eyed Sayian ❯ Chapter 5

Bulma peeked around the corner, her blue eyes watching all around her. She knew these halls and most of the girls' schedules since living her, especially since she attended most of them. She ducked behind the wall as two slaves passed her shadowed corner.

`I just to have see who it is and then I'll go back to my room,' the young girl thought to herself as she peeked back around the corner and noticing that the corridor was empty sped toward the banquet hall. As she rounded the last corner she slammed into a solid form, a gasp of shock falling from her lips as she hit the ground.

“You need to wa-” the male voice stopped just as she looked up, her clear cerulean eyes clashing with his dark onyx ones. She stared at him as she stood up.

“Who are you?” she inquired. The stranger just stared at her in awe, but at her soft voice crashing through his thoughts, he blinked.

“I am Prince Vegeta,” he said proudly. “Who are you?” Bulma smiled.

“I am Bulma, Sami's niece.” Vegeta noticed something out of his eyes swing behind her and with a shove he looked at her butt. “What the fuck?!” she cried angrily as she shoved him away from her.

“You're a Sayian?” Bulma frowned as her head nodded. “How?”

“What do you mean how? My mom and dad mated and here I am. What else is there?” Vegeta growled.

“No, idiot! Your coloring! It is off.” Bulma's face softened.

“My aunt explained that to me. It is rare, but it can happen when a pure Sayian is born with blue coloring. I am what is referred to as a Blue Sayian.”

“You're a liar! There is no such thing!” Bulma's frown reappeared, her clear eyes darkening.

“I am not!” Vegeta grabbed her hand and yanked her down the hall. She tugged on her hand, trying to free herself from his iron grip as they neared the one room that she was not to enter.

 

The queen frowned as she began to head toward the door. Just as she was a foot before it her youngest child came running through it.

“Vegeta,” the queen growled. “Where th-” she stopped as she noticed that Vegeta was not alone. A blue haired child stood behind him. The queen stepped closer. “Who is this?” Before either child could answer another responded.

“Bulma!” Sami chided the girl. “I thought that I told you to stay in your room!” The queen looked over at Sami.

“She is Lily's daughter?” Sami nodded as the girl stepped forward. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't tell anyone.”

“Why?” the queen asked. By now Elizabeth had moved over to look at Bulma, her eyes glued to the blue hair on Bulma's head and her turquoise tail that flickered behind her.

“You want to know? I wanted her to raised without violence.” The queen gasped. “I wanted her to lead a better life than her mother. I wanted something like what I have.”

“You should let her choose.” Sami frowned as she looked at her niece.

“She's only ten.”

“She is old enough. I will give her a week to make her decision while we are here.” Bulma watched as the two women argued her life before her. Vegeta still held her wrist in his fist, his aura glowing around him as a dark haired girl stood next to her looking at her with curiosity. Tugging her wrist from Vegeta's hand she ran away from the room. Vegeta glared over at the two women.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled. His sister looked perplexed. “You just gave her a fucking ultimatum without asking her what she wanted!” He turned from the group and ran after her.

 

Bulma climbed out the window and headed for her home away from home. Little did she know that she had someone following closely behind her. Her long, turquoise hairs danced behind her as she climbed up a tree. Just as she settled on the branch she heard a sound and found herself facing the same onyx eyes from earlier.

“Vegeta?” she looked down and saw that he was just floating there. “How?” Vegeta frowned.

“You can't fly?” she shook her head. “Why not? I learned to when I was less than a year old.” Bulma frowned.

“Well, lets see. I live with my aunt, who I am just learning now, does not want me to have anything to do with Sayian ways and cultures. Does that answer your question?”

“You didn't have to be sarcastic, bitch,” he said as he sat on the branch in front of her.

“Well, you asked a stupid question.”

“Whatever,” Vegeta said. They looked out at the evening sun as it started its slow decline from its noon position. “Do you want to come home with me?” Bulma looked over at him in shock. “I can teach you to fly and how to fight.” Bulma looked thoughtful for a moment.

“You know. That doesn't sound too bad. I'll think about it.” Vegeta nodded as they sat opposite of each other and looked up at the sun though the jade leaves. The wind rustling them as the white clouds flew past.