Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Retribution and Redemption ( Chapter 33 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Bulma faces Jasper while Vegeta and crew are forced remain still. Will Bulma make it out alive against a well worn warrior veteran?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 456 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma faces Jasper while Vegeta and crew are forced remain still. Will Bulma make it out alive against a well worn warrior veteran?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 456 | Status: Work In Progress
33-Retribution and Redemption
I love all your comments. Thank you and thanks to my husband for writing with me.
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The quiet in the massive room was thick and heavy as Bulma stepped closer to her opponent, in order to defend her love, Vegetasei, and herself. She wondered if Vegeta ever felt like this right before battle: calm, cool, and collected. She knew that the chances were good that she would die a hideous death in front of the man she had waited her whole life to be with. Bulma accepted this and moved ever so slow and evenly to close on Jasper.
Vegeta on the other hand was beside himself internally. After what Bulma had projected to him concerning Jasper’s previous trickery, murder, and mutilation Vegeta was sickened at the prospect of Bulma facing him alone. He shifted his eyes to his former fiancé who returned his look accompanied by a shit eating grin. If looks could kill, Grace who most certainly be dead.
Bardock appeared behind his Prince trying desperately to hold in his fear and anxiety for his adopted daughter. He placed a hand upon Vegeta’s shoulder for support. Vegeta answered with a quick, short nod. They both knew that by decree, none would be allowed to aid her until one of them yielded or were dead.
Jasper licked his lips. How he had waited for this! Vegeta would rue the day he ever turned away his daughter. He felt that the sacrifice of fusing with the evil Mumrah was worth it in order to get back the honor of his family. However, now he had the ability to rid the planet of this Chikkyuu trash, defeat Vegeta as he would be weak and vulnerable, and take the crown for himself. He salivated at the power he would have. He would be the conqueror of all worlds--an equal to Frieza.
Pushing through the crowd was an overwrought Yamucha. He turned his furious face to Vegeta as he arrived. “Can’t you do something?!?” he shouted
Vegeta eyed the simple human solemnly. “No.” he answered and turned his attention to Bulma.
Yamucha yanked on Vegeta’s arm turning him around fully to face him. “You claim to love her but you don’t you bastard! I will protect her. I will...”
Vegeta leaned in and very slowly and quietly through gritted teeth said “You will do nothing, weakling! Were you protecting her when you took her from me? Were you protecting her when you let that fat piece of shit trick you while he stole her and abused her in ways you cannot imagine? No. You will stand here and you will do nothing or by the gods I will dismember you myself!” He flung Yamucha’s hand off him turning him around a time or two.
He sputtered “B..but ..she could..she could die. Don’t you care?” Yamucha whiled.
“You truly are a weak willed fool. She is a warrior and with that comes a warriors respect. I know that is hard for someone as ignorant as you to comprehend.” Vegeta sneered. He could be cavalier on the outside but inside, he was as churned up as Yamucha, though not as pathetic. Yamucha stood quaking with sorrow as the love of his life faced the most powerful enemy he had ever seen.
“Let’s get this over with, woman. We have plans.” Jasper said haughtily.
Bulma crossed her arms and responded “If you plan on trying to separate me from what is mine then the only thing you have to do today is die.” Her tone was so evil and dark. Jasper took in a short breath at this bold declaration.
Then he approached her imposing all of the six feet eight inches of height he possessed over her. “My dear, dying is nothing when you are a god.” He moved to snatch Bulma by the neck but all he grabbed was air. As soon as his muscle flexed, she was out of range. He would have to be quicker. As he mulled over his next point of attack Bulma thought to get the party started. With a lightning move she was across the hall, in Jasper’s face, and delivering a bone crushing right cross that moved the mighty giant back a few steps.
He stared at her astonished. She would actually be a challenge. He smiled and felt his face. He was bleeding just a bit. “My dear girl you have no idea the things I will do to you” he taunted.
“Save it for the theater, old timer.” she retorted. “Show me what you got!" Bulma tried to keep the tremor out of her voice. She was so very frightened but she stowed that away or panic would set in. “Panic gets you killed” Vegeta always told her.
Quickly Jasper spun around and aimed a kick at Bulma’s head. He caught her jaw snapping her head to the side. Jasper tried to follow up but was thwarted when Bulma snap-kicked him in the knee. Bulma was shocked at how slow this was going. She figured he would be faster than this as she watched him sink to the floor like a stone.
Jasper grimaced inwardly. He came to realize he had to do it. He had to let the evil entity within take over or he would fail this day. In his mind he called for it, begged for it, and let the ancient spirit take over. Jasper’s eyes rolled towards the back of his head for just an instant, and almost immediately his demeanor changed, his features became younger and more evil as he slowly rose to his feet. Mumrah would now use his strength and skill in this contest.
Jasper, now Mumrah flexed as he raised his power level, tripling it, compared to Vegeta’s last reading.
A strange laugh, almost an diabolical cackle escaped Mumrah's lips.
The power now emanating from her opponent was augmented and even more disturbing. Fear rooted Bulma to the spot and opened up an opportunity for her foe. She was trying to catch a bead on what the ramifications were to this power up when WHAM! He clubbed her in the the chest with his meaty forearm. In one smooth motion, Mumrah took a hold of Bulma, twisting her arm back in an unnatural way stopping only when he heard it crack. Bulma let out a muted scream behind her closed lips. The pain was excruciating. Now close to her ear he whispered: “Now my dear, the fight begins”, Mumrah smirked.
Vegeta concentrated and pounded on the edge of Bulma’s mind ‘Woman, let me in, let me help you! He will kill you!’ he projected desperately. Tinged with pain one thought came from her mind to his. ‘No, this is my fight’ Vegeta was overcome with sadness ‘So stubborn’ he thought bitterly.
Mumrah quickly forced Bulma to the ground, face first. A sickening thud couple with cracking tile resounded off of the floor. He pulled her head up and quickly slammed her back into the cracked floor over and over again until the pain and nausea nearly made her pass out. Mumrah lifted her now blood covered face to the audience. “See your feeble excuse for a Princess, my Prince. She is weak, fragile, and frail---no warrior would want to be pledged to her..” Mumrah flashed a menacing smile showing off teeth that seemed to be sharpened to a point.
Bulma made a move to escape Mumrah’s knee dug into her back as he pulled her head back, forcing her to break her own spine in order to escape. Bulma, immobilized for this instant had only one attack, an unexpected one. Mustering enough energy to move the debris on the floor made by her face being pounded into she used her mind to thrust it into Mumrah’s eyes.
“AHHHH!” he cried as the pain of salt in an open came over Mumrah’s eyes. He lost a moment of concentration and released Bulma allowing her to roll to her feet. Not wasting the moment, Bulma hit him as hard as she could with a double palm strike to the chest followed with an elbow to deliver a bone cracking uppercut sending him reeling into the nearest wall and bringing a good portion of it down on top him. Drained for the moment, she fell to a knee to catch her breath.
“Yeah!” cheered Yamucha as he pumped his fist in the air. Bardock grabbed and shook him. “Shut up you classless idiot.” He knew that the fight had not been won and there was more heartache to come.
Mumrah furiously exploded from his temporary tomb with murder in his eyes. His face, now clearly younger to anyone who knew him, was now covered with cuts and scrapes making him even more malevolent looking. His skin now revealing a bluish tint and his hair looked like ropes now.....no wait..... SNAKES. (AN:this is where you the READER say something like “Why’d it have to be snakes?” from Indiana Jones or “Get these mutha fuckin snakes of my mutha fuckin plane.” from Snakes on a Plane) His eyes were now wide-open and the color of coagulated blood: deep red tinged with black and wild with rage.
Mumrah huffed as he stalked over to engage the woman that was causing so much grief. ‘Why would she not just die! She’s just a puny HUMAN!’ But then he had a thought: killing her would be easy but breaking her body and spirit in front of those who love her most would be exquisite. Jasper’s consciousness inside Mumrah savored this thought along with him. Mumrah reached down and hauled Bulma up by her blood soaked hair , then holding her out like an unnatural totem for all to see.
Pain still arcing through her from the arm break, she tried to focus. Her opponent wasn’t paying close enough attention thinking he had won but Bulma had other plans. Suddenly Bulma exploded with a sudden rush of power and jerked around to face her captor. With her good arm grasping his wrists, she clasped her thighs over Mumrah’s shoulders and around his neck, choking him with a leg-lock. Momentarily surprised by her move, he let go of her hair and Bulma taking advantage of this flexed back pulling the maniacal being off-balance, up in the air and over, driving his head into the ground resulting in a deafening crash. Bulma quickly rolled off making sure she didn't aggravate her arm as she rolled to her feet, exhausted. Several moments passed and there were no movements from the vicious creature save for his chest that rose and fell spasmodically.
Bulma stood up shakily, dazed holding her shoulder. She raised her eyes to Vegeta and he beamed at her with pride. She had the strength to quirk up a smile and began her stagger over to the group.
A smile broke over Bardock’s chiseled face. He slapped Yamucha on the back and actually shook his hand. Bulma was safe and would be with Vegeta for the balance of their lives. The Prince met his people with an “I told you so” look and glanced back to his woman and started toward her. Gone from all their thoughts were other lurking dangers.
“NO!!” Grace shrilly yelled throughout the hall. She won’t let this pretender to the throne have what was hers! Kicking off her shoes Grace ran to Bulma surprising her and clutching her neck in a vice grip that nearly cut off her entire air supply. Grace didn't hold anything back, as her nails dug into Bulma’s throat arteries, drawing blood. With a vicious kick giving her further leverage, she contacted Bulma’s kneecap perfectly, shattering it and forcing Bulma to fall to her good knee. Bulma’s eyes opened wide meeting her attacker’s berserk gaze. Bulma knew Grace will kill her now if she doesn’t do something as she gasped for breath.
“She will not have you!” cried a hysterical Grace. Graces adrenaline was at it’s peak; she began to bend and twist Bulma’s neck in unnatural ways. She was hell-bent on breaking her neck.
Vegeta was momentarily stunned as he saw Bulma’s eyes begin glaze over, she seemed too spent to resist even Grace’s onslaught. Vegeta needed a plan to help the Onna before it was too late. But before he acted, Yamucha was in the air.
Yamcha could not stand by any longer. As far as he’s concerned, if Grace entered the fight, then he could too. Yamcha also felt responsible--he had helped Grace when he first arrived. Had he not, this horrific reality may never have come to pass.
With careful timing he used this opportunity to strike fiercely. He knew he had to make this strike count NOW or Bulma would surely die. Ignoring his own safety he moved in with a lightning fast..........
“WOLF FANG FIST!” he screamed. Yamucha used all his strength in this, his most powerful attack.. Yamcha attacked Grace from the rear and he targeted the base of her skull, where its weakest. The flurry of punches went all the way through his target, leaving cuts and dents all over. As he pummelled the back of Grace’s skull he could feel the bones crack, then break and give way. He continued to attack her until her lifeless body toppled face first to the ground, a bleeding crater remained where her once long luxurious reddish black hair had once hung so beautifully.
Silence fell over the room except for the sound of Bulma falling gently to the floor in a heap. Yamcha just looked down at his hands covered in blood, red hair, and some grey matter from the target of his full fury. He began to wipe the blood and bits of bone that covered his hands, after his ferocious attack. His chest was still heaving like he’d run a marathon. Slowly, Yamcha knelt down and gathered Bulma up. Once in his arms, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply, swearing to memorize her scent forever.
‘I will love her forever’ Yamcha thought as he collected Bulma. His heart was filled with absolute joy --then it exploded in crippling pain that spread from the center of his chest and radiated throughout his body.
Mumrah wasn’t dead. He had risen and he had bad intentions. He stood overtop of Bulma with a hand going straight through Yamucha’s chest. Mumrah admired his handy work while his neck while bearing blood soaked teeth in a gruesome smile. “I am going to finish her now my prince,” he crooned, “then i shall come for you!”
Vegeta powered up ready for action but could not move. He tried--was this some trick? He stared wide eyed around the room for the source and realized, it was Bulma. Although she appeared to be unconscious, she was very alert and meditating--just as he had taught her. She need to do away with this bastard. What he did to Yamucha was unspeakable.
‘Onna, release me!’ Vegeta ordered.
‘No, Vegeta. All will be well in one moment.’
Bulma searched and found Mumrah’s thought pattern. She followed it to his tattered mind. It was pitch black with horrors of all the universes he had ever traveled. She breathed very evenly –trying to pay attention to this evil force and gave the command within the caustic confines of his mind:
“Power word Kill!”
The effect was instant. The creature formally known as Jasper became ashen. His hateful eyes rolled up into the back of his skull and the snakes ceased to writhe upon his head. He was still, never to wake--as he was dead and the contest was over.
References--if you really care
Mumm-Ra is a fictional, antagonist character featured in the ThunderCats media franchise. The chief villain against the ThunderCats, the demon-sorcerer Mumm-Ra is the self-proclaimed "ever-living source of evil" on Third Earth, having powers of sorcery and an apparently unlimited lifespan.
Power Word Kill is a spell from D&D
Enchantment (Compulsion) [Death, Mind-Affecting]You utter a single word of power that instantly kills one creature of your choice, whether the creature can hear the word or not. Any creature that currently has 101 or more hit points is unaffected by power word kill.
I love all your comments. Thank you and thanks to my husband for writing with me.
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The quiet in the massive room was thick and heavy as Bulma stepped closer to her opponent, in order to defend her love, Vegetasei, and herself. She wondered if Vegeta ever felt like this right before battle: calm, cool, and collected. She knew that the chances were good that she would die a hideous death in front of the man she had waited her whole life to be with. Bulma accepted this and moved ever so slow and evenly to close on Jasper.
Vegeta on the other hand was beside himself internally. After what Bulma had projected to him concerning Jasper’s previous trickery, murder, and mutilation Vegeta was sickened at the prospect of Bulma facing him alone. He shifted his eyes to his former fiancé who returned his look accompanied by a shit eating grin. If looks could kill, Grace who most certainly be dead.
Bardock appeared behind his Prince trying desperately to hold in his fear and anxiety for his adopted daughter. He placed a hand upon Vegeta’s shoulder for support. Vegeta answered with a quick, short nod. They both knew that by decree, none would be allowed to aid her until one of them yielded or were dead.
Jasper licked his lips. How he had waited for this! Vegeta would rue the day he ever turned away his daughter. He felt that the sacrifice of fusing with the evil Mumrah was worth it in order to get back the honor of his family. However, now he had the ability to rid the planet of this Chikkyuu trash, defeat Vegeta as he would be weak and vulnerable, and take the crown for himself. He salivated at the power he would have. He would be the conqueror of all worlds--an equal to Frieza.
Pushing through the crowd was an overwrought Yamucha. He turned his furious face to Vegeta as he arrived. “Can’t you do something?!?” he shouted
Vegeta eyed the simple human solemnly. “No.” he answered and turned his attention to Bulma.
Yamucha yanked on Vegeta’s arm turning him around fully to face him. “You claim to love her but you don’t you bastard! I will protect her. I will...”
Vegeta leaned in and very slowly and quietly through gritted teeth said “You will do nothing, weakling! Were you protecting her when you took her from me? Were you protecting her when you let that fat piece of shit trick you while he stole her and abused her in ways you cannot imagine? No. You will stand here and you will do nothing or by the gods I will dismember you myself!” He flung Yamucha’s hand off him turning him around a time or two.
He sputtered “B..but ..she could..she could die. Don’t you care?” Yamucha whiled.
“You truly are a weak willed fool. She is a warrior and with that comes a warriors respect. I know that is hard for someone as ignorant as you to comprehend.” Vegeta sneered. He could be cavalier on the outside but inside, he was as churned up as Yamucha, though not as pathetic. Yamucha stood quaking with sorrow as the love of his life faced the most powerful enemy he had ever seen.
“Let’s get this over with, woman. We have plans.” Jasper said haughtily.
Bulma crossed her arms and responded “If you plan on trying to separate me from what is mine then the only thing you have to do today is die.” Her tone was so evil and dark. Jasper took in a short breath at this bold declaration.
Then he approached her imposing all of the six feet eight inches of height he possessed over her. “My dear, dying is nothing when you are a god.” He moved to snatch Bulma by the neck but all he grabbed was air. As soon as his muscle flexed, she was out of range. He would have to be quicker. As he mulled over his next point of attack Bulma thought to get the party started. With a lightning move she was across the hall, in Jasper’s face, and delivering a bone crushing right cross that moved the mighty giant back a few steps.
He stared at her astonished. She would actually be a challenge. He smiled and felt his face. He was bleeding just a bit. “My dear girl you have no idea the things I will do to you” he taunted.
“Save it for the theater, old timer.” she retorted. “Show me what you got!" Bulma tried to keep the tremor out of her voice. She was so very frightened but she stowed that away or panic would set in. “Panic gets you killed” Vegeta always told her.
Quickly Jasper spun around and aimed a kick at Bulma’s head. He caught her jaw snapping her head to the side. Jasper tried to follow up but was thwarted when Bulma snap-kicked him in the knee. Bulma was shocked at how slow this was going. She figured he would be faster than this as she watched him sink to the floor like a stone.
Jasper grimaced inwardly. He came to realize he had to do it. He had to let the evil entity within take over or he would fail this day. In his mind he called for it, begged for it, and let the ancient spirit take over. Jasper’s eyes rolled towards the back of his head for just an instant, and almost immediately his demeanor changed, his features became younger and more evil as he slowly rose to his feet. Mumrah would now use his strength and skill in this contest.
Jasper, now Mumrah flexed as he raised his power level, tripling it, compared to Vegeta’s last reading.
A strange laugh, almost an diabolical cackle escaped Mumrah's lips.
The power now emanating from her opponent was augmented and even more disturbing. Fear rooted Bulma to the spot and opened up an opportunity for her foe. She was trying to catch a bead on what the ramifications were to this power up when WHAM! He clubbed her in the the chest with his meaty forearm. In one smooth motion, Mumrah took a hold of Bulma, twisting her arm back in an unnatural way stopping only when he heard it crack. Bulma let out a muted scream behind her closed lips. The pain was excruciating. Now close to her ear he whispered: “Now my dear, the fight begins”, Mumrah smirked.
Vegeta concentrated and pounded on the edge of Bulma’s mind ‘Woman, let me in, let me help you! He will kill you!’ he projected desperately. Tinged with pain one thought came from her mind to his. ‘No, this is my fight’ Vegeta was overcome with sadness ‘So stubborn’ he thought bitterly.
Mumrah quickly forced Bulma to the ground, face first. A sickening thud couple with cracking tile resounded off of the floor. He pulled her head up and quickly slammed her back into the cracked floor over and over again until the pain and nausea nearly made her pass out. Mumrah lifted her now blood covered face to the audience. “See your feeble excuse for a Princess, my Prince. She is weak, fragile, and frail---no warrior would want to be pledged to her..” Mumrah flashed a menacing smile showing off teeth that seemed to be sharpened to a point.
Bulma made a move to escape Mumrah’s knee dug into her back as he pulled her head back, forcing her to break her own spine in order to escape. Bulma, immobilized for this instant had only one attack, an unexpected one. Mustering enough energy to move the debris on the floor made by her face being pounded into she used her mind to thrust it into Mumrah’s eyes.
“AHHHH!” he cried as the pain of salt in an open came over Mumrah’s eyes. He lost a moment of concentration and released Bulma allowing her to roll to her feet. Not wasting the moment, Bulma hit him as hard as she could with a double palm strike to the chest followed with an elbow to deliver a bone cracking uppercut sending him reeling into the nearest wall and bringing a good portion of it down on top him. Drained for the moment, she fell to a knee to catch her breath.
“Yeah!” cheered Yamucha as he pumped his fist in the air. Bardock grabbed and shook him. “Shut up you classless idiot.” He knew that the fight had not been won and there was more heartache to come.
Mumrah furiously exploded from his temporary tomb with murder in his eyes. His face, now clearly younger to anyone who knew him, was now covered with cuts and scrapes making him even more malevolent looking. His skin now revealing a bluish tint and his hair looked like ropes now.....no wait..... SNAKES. (AN:this is where you the READER say something like “Why’d it have to be snakes?” from Indiana Jones or “Get these mutha fuckin snakes of my mutha fuckin plane.” from Snakes on a Plane) His eyes were now wide-open and the color of coagulated blood: deep red tinged with black and wild with rage.
Mumrah huffed as he stalked over to engage the woman that was causing so much grief. ‘Why would she not just die! She’s just a puny HUMAN!’ But then he had a thought: killing her would be easy but breaking her body and spirit in front of those who love her most would be exquisite. Jasper’s consciousness inside Mumrah savored this thought along with him. Mumrah reached down and hauled Bulma up by her blood soaked hair , then holding her out like an unnatural totem for all to see.
Pain still arcing through her from the arm break, she tried to focus. Her opponent wasn’t paying close enough attention thinking he had won but Bulma had other plans. Suddenly Bulma exploded with a sudden rush of power and jerked around to face her captor. With her good arm grasping his wrists, she clasped her thighs over Mumrah’s shoulders and around his neck, choking him with a leg-lock. Momentarily surprised by her move, he let go of her hair and Bulma taking advantage of this flexed back pulling the maniacal being off-balance, up in the air and over, driving his head into the ground resulting in a deafening crash. Bulma quickly rolled off making sure she didn't aggravate her arm as she rolled to her feet, exhausted. Several moments passed and there were no movements from the vicious creature save for his chest that rose and fell spasmodically.
Bulma stood up shakily, dazed holding her shoulder. She raised her eyes to Vegeta and he beamed at her with pride. She had the strength to quirk up a smile and began her stagger over to the group.
A smile broke over Bardock’s chiseled face. He slapped Yamucha on the back and actually shook his hand. Bulma was safe and would be with Vegeta for the balance of their lives. The Prince met his people with an “I told you so” look and glanced back to his woman and started toward her. Gone from all their thoughts were other lurking dangers.
“NO!!” Grace shrilly yelled throughout the hall. She won’t let this pretender to the throne have what was hers! Kicking off her shoes Grace ran to Bulma surprising her and clutching her neck in a vice grip that nearly cut off her entire air supply. Grace didn't hold anything back, as her nails dug into Bulma’s throat arteries, drawing blood. With a vicious kick giving her further leverage, she contacted Bulma’s kneecap perfectly, shattering it and forcing Bulma to fall to her good knee. Bulma’s eyes opened wide meeting her attacker’s berserk gaze. Bulma knew Grace will kill her now if she doesn’t do something as she gasped for breath.
“She will not have you!” cried a hysterical Grace. Graces adrenaline was at it’s peak; she began to bend and twist Bulma’s neck in unnatural ways. She was hell-bent on breaking her neck.
Vegeta was momentarily stunned as he saw Bulma’s eyes begin glaze over, she seemed too spent to resist even Grace’s onslaught. Vegeta needed a plan to help the Onna before it was too late. But before he acted, Yamucha was in the air.
Yamcha could not stand by any longer. As far as he’s concerned, if Grace entered the fight, then he could too. Yamcha also felt responsible--he had helped Grace when he first arrived. Had he not, this horrific reality may never have come to pass.
With careful timing he used this opportunity to strike fiercely. He knew he had to make this strike count NOW or Bulma would surely die. Ignoring his own safety he moved in with a lightning fast..........
“WOLF FANG FIST!” he screamed. Yamucha used all his strength in this, his most powerful attack.. Yamcha attacked Grace from the rear and he targeted the base of her skull, where its weakest. The flurry of punches went all the way through his target, leaving cuts and dents all over. As he pummelled the back of Grace’s skull he could feel the bones crack, then break and give way. He continued to attack her until her lifeless body toppled face first to the ground, a bleeding crater remained where her once long luxurious reddish black hair had once hung so beautifully.
Silence fell over the room except for the sound of Bulma falling gently to the floor in a heap. Yamcha just looked down at his hands covered in blood, red hair, and some grey matter from the target of his full fury. He began to wipe the blood and bits of bone that covered his hands, after his ferocious attack. His chest was still heaving like he’d run a marathon. Slowly, Yamcha knelt down and gathered Bulma up. Once in his arms, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply, swearing to memorize her scent forever.
‘I will love her forever’ Yamcha thought as he collected Bulma. His heart was filled with absolute joy --then it exploded in crippling pain that spread from the center of his chest and radiated throughout his body.
Mumrah wasn’t dead. He had risen and he had bad intentions. He stood overtop of Bulma with a hand going straight through Yamucha’s chest. Mumrah admired his handy work while his neck while bearing blood soaked teeth in a gruesome smile. “I am going to finish her now my prince,” he crooned, “then i shall come for you!”
Vegeta powered up ready for action but could not move. He tried--was this some trick? He stared wide eyed around the room for the source and realized, it was Bulma. Although she appeared to be unconscious, she was very alert and meditating--just as he had taught her. She need to do away with this bastard. What he did to Yamucha was unspeakable.
‘Onna, release me!’ Vegeta ordered.
‘No, Vegeta. All will be well in one moment.’
Bulma searched and found Mumrah’s thought pattern. She followed it to his tattered mind. It was pitch black with horrors of all the universes he had ever traveled. She breathed very evenly –trying to pay attention to this evil force and gave the command within the caustic confines of his mind:
“Power word Kill!”
The effect was instant. The creature formally known as Jasper became ashen. His hateful eyes rolled up into the back of his skull and the snakes ceased to writhe upon his head. He was still, never to wake--as he was dead and the contest was over.
References--if you really care
Mumm-Ra is a fictional, antagonist character featured in the ThunderCats media franchise. The chief villain against the ThunderCats, the demon-sorcerer Mumm-Ra is the self-proclaimed "ever-living source of evil" on Third Earth, having powers of sorcery and an apparently unlimited lifespan.
Power Word Kill is a spell from D&D
Enchantment (Compulsion) [Death, Mind-Affecting]You utter a single word of power that instantly kills one creature of your choice, whether the creature can hear the word or not. Any creature that currently has 101 or more hit points is unaffected by power word kill.