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Cruel Intentions

By Crazy Chi Chi, Veggie-Trunks, Nasiya, and K-Chan

Authorial Notice: These authors do not have anything to do with the principles of Dragon Ball Z, nor can you sue them… ha!

Prologue

July 23, 778

Dearest Diary:

Everything began with a dream; an ominous destiny waiting to be fulfilled. As with almost all effects, it seemed flawless; the goal was so uncomplicated and yet the steps in which followed; so troublesome to ensue. Now I can only commit to memory his distinct intonation, which started everything, in anticipation of the present world. One race besieged, another's fading into the underworld. What has come from all this - this grief?

Twisting in a whirlpool of regret, I can barely recall the muffled retreat of the departed; their wails reverberate across the ridges of my mind reminiscent of the aftershock. How did this all come to pass? Was it I who triggered such annihilation?

Forever and always, I am in debt to the populace, who hath saved me, and taught me of a better world. To learn that we are not alone in the world; to understand the physics involved in saving a people who with such small female population, could've possibly disappeared quietly into the night. I am wiser now, knowing that my planet's sacrifices have continued the flow of the Saiya-jin race.

Now all that was is a faint memory. Allow me to share my story, this strange vortex of fate and destiny. Yet do not squash me with your commiseration - for I am a pugilist, and he will one day appear in support of me. . .

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…Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it...

Listening to the sounds of waves caressing the surf line, a lone girl stood out among its beaches, bathing in the heat of the summer sun as her friends were sitting beside her. The breeze hinted of the tropical atmosphere, its scent of coconuts and other seasonal delights drifted with the island wind. Somehow between reading a summer book and listening to the sounds of some group playing at a nearby Tiki hut, Bulma was in a beachcomer's ecstasy.

"What a day…" she breathed in, letting her breath fall out into the wind. "You picked the best spot, Chi Chi!"

"Sure did! Now, if only I could find the sun lotion! I feel like a roasted bird." Giggled Chi Chi, trying to hide her annoyance. "Hey, Aruketa! Can I borrow some?"

"Sure." Aruketa, a tall blonde with the heart and mind of a tiger, sat up from her long brightly colored towel and began to rummage through her beach bag. "Here you go!"

Catching the surf roll in its steady motion, Bulma smiled. Everything is so perfect - so serene…

Given the gift of a island trip for spring break, 19 year old Bulma was ecstatic. I have to thank daddy for this! She thought, running a stray hand through her hair. And taking my two best friends along was the perfect idea!

So perfect in a time of self - awareness, Bulma Briefs was struggling to get to grip with losing her first love, a young man named Yamucha. Glaring beneath her sunglasses, she could avidly recall the glimpse of him fondling a acquaintance of hers, and in bitter rage she had staked out her revenge; which failed to revive her sinking self esteem.

"Oh Bulma! There you go again with that face!" exclaimed Chi Chi, frowning. "Get over it, you did all you could! Now relax and enjoy yourself - we're on break!"

"I am-" she stuttered. All of a sudden, there was an explosion at the Tiki bar and screams filled the air. A huge ball of flames alit the afternoon sky as dozens of people began to run. "What the hell?" Bulma climbed up in unision with Chi Chi as another explosion rocketed another Tiki.

"There goes the band," sighed Aruketa standing up and folding her arms. "Kami, terrorists these days…"

"I don't think its terrorists," Whispered Bulma, as Chi Chi took a dramatic defense. "Something's up."

"Yeah! And they're going to pay dearly!" yelled Chi Chi, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm going to kick the hell out of whoever is trying to ruin our spring break!"

Just as she spoke, a harsh steady laugh erupted behind them. All turning in unanimity, the three teens gasped in shock, whilst Chi Chi uttered a cry of alarm. Standing there before them was the most frightening sight they could of ever imagined. A man, no some kind of humanoid creature, stood, arms crossed in some sort of strange git-up that reminded Bulma of a horrifying Halloween costume.

"My name is Radditz, ladies." He spoke, erupting into another bit of laughter. "My, my, I had heard rumors that Chikyu-jin women were beautiful, but you three are far worth the expense of conquering this mud-ball of a planet.

"Excuse me!" Snapped Chi Chi, as Bulma and Aruketa tried to hold her back as she shook her delicate fist. "I'm warning you! Come on Bulma, let me at him!"

[Millions of miles away from Chikyu-sei, on Vegeta-sei.]

Glancing at the time, the Queen of the Saiya-jin Race beheld what seemed like her final moments. Its time, long overdue, for she was in danger of what some would call an `assassin's game.' Hoping for the best, waiting for the worst to come to her, she had befallen what some would account as the games of a tyrant's beckoning.

Overhearing her beloved mate discussing to himself as a message from the Ice-jin's leader, a race of unruly beasts in which the Saiya-jins had allied with, she overheard the gutless action in which she nor the royal family would benefit from. I guess this is my fate - in order to save `his' heir, my son Vegeta, my mate has taken up to enlisting in the tormenter's games. Her mind only whispered this, and yet through it all, she felt it was fitting. Sitting down upon her divan, she began to recount in her diary what her life's purpose was.

Humming in gentle Saiya-go, she wiped away a tear as she tore through her book, recounting the days of old. What has come of all this? Her mind whispered, as her form began to shake. "Where did it all start - this turmoil between our nation?"

Closing the book, she breathed a sigh of grief, tossing it upon her marble bedside table, and collapsing upon her stomach, choking on sobs of remorse.

"Awe, what's the matter?" she heard from behind her. Turning swiftly, she faced the man that would take her life.

"What do you care?" she spit at him, her teeth gritted. He looked down at his now spitten on leg and became angry.

"How dare you!" he lashed out at her with his tail, whipping her body several times, then sending her flying into a wall. He smiled evilly, walking up to her and wrapping his tail around her neck and lifting her in the air.

She bared the pain; ignoring her instincts to scream in pain, lash out, to try to rip his tail from her neck. No, she would not show fear. She was doing this for her only child. Her pride, her joy: her Saiyan Prince.

She would not run away and risk her son's life. What kind of mother would she be?

He squeezed tighter and tighter. Her face became blue from lack of oxygen, her body now limp with the smell of death. She closed her eyes and welcomed death.

She took her last bit of breath and whispered "Be safe…my son."

She felt no more.