Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darkened or Flamed Path: Which Will She Take? ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's Note: Okay, first off I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters... even the very hot ones. I had decided to do a story that I hope is very different from any I have read so far and that includes, but is not limited to the high school story, the Yamcha is an asshole cheater story, and the King Vegeta wants to give his son a gift story. I hope that everyone will enjoy this one and that I have tons of reviews because even though I love to write I love to read what people think of my stories. I am even thinking of re-writing some of my previous stories.

A turquoise haired girl stood at the forests edge, her cerulean depths searching for something as her turquoise tail twitched behind her. The birds chirped in the distance and the wind wrapped itself around her small form as it moved the trees and the clouds around her making her long tresses flutter around her knees. She looked out into the sunset, her brow furrowed in confusion. She could feel him, even if he wasn't actually there. His charcoal eyes smiled at her as she closed her eyes. His perfect face was so young and innocent looking. This was her mate, she was sure of it. Though she was unsure of love, she was sure that what she felt for this man was close enough to it. She was to be betrothed to this boy. She had been promised to him at a young age and as she was only ten at this time, she was sure that she liked the young boy who seemed to be afraid of girls in general. She would break him of this, she was sure. He suddenly appeared behind her, his childlike grin ever present on his face.

"Bulma!" he cried happily. "I was wondering where you had gone." Bulma turned to her betrothed who had grown accustomed to her, his fear of women almost gone. That had not been the case when he had first seen her. He had hid behind his mother's skirt, his charcoal eyes wide with wonder and fear. She had, as was her nature, walked up to him and greeted him with such enthusiasm that he had started to blush and cry all at once. He had one other sibling, who was only a half brother. He looked similar to her betrothed, but he was older and not so shy around women. His name was Yamcha and he wanted Bulma for himself, but she had refused his wooing since she did not like him and was already taken.

"Ah, Goku," she said with admiration as she pulled him into a hug. "I was wondering where you had went." Goku was unsure as what love was as well, but he had know Bulma since she had been birthed and felt close to her. He was just two years older than her, almost a man. They were to be married when he turned eighteen, but this was uncertain that it would not happen before, since there was a brewing in the shadow's around them. Their tails swayed behind them as they looked out onto the setting sun.

"Bulma, what is wrong with everyone?" Bulma looked up into his dark eyes. "There is talk of a war, but we are strong so why is everyone so afraid?" She shrugged her shoulders as she looked back to the colorful skies.

"The war that they are referring to is supposed to be worse than any other we have been in and it is with a man named Frieza, who is foretold to be the worse evil out there. This in not counting his father and brother who were killed before I was born." Bulma turned and looked at him, her cerulean eyes dark. "There is a possibility that we will be killed, split up, or enslaved." Goku frowned at the seriousness in her eyes. Bulma, though very young, was wise way beyond her ten years. The trees around them were in full bloom, their pink flowers brightening the small clearing.

"We are truly soul mates," he pointed out. "We will either die together or be enslaved together." Bulma shook her head at her future mate's nativity.

"I love you," was all she said a she held him close.

The white creature stared out into the depths of space as little white lights sped past him in streaks. He turned to look around his bridge, his red eyes glistened with malice. Sure, he was upset about the deaths of his family, but he was not unhappy. He hated his dimwitted brother and as for his father. Well, his father had always favored him, but that meant that he belittled him more. Always his father would tell him of his faults. Frieza walked past his trained pilots, a frown on his young looking face. Yes, though he was truly his father's spawn he still hated the man with a passion. He held some compassion for other beings, where his brother and father killed all in their path. In fact, he had taken a liking to this young girl that he had only seen on a picture screen. Her beautiful turquoise hair and cerulean eyes filled his dreams. He wanted this girl, even if she was just a monkey, she was a rarity. There were Sayians that were born with odd coloring and they were refereed to as Blue Sayians. This girl was one of them and he planed on breeding with her when she was of age to have children. Blue Sayians were foretold to have as much strength as the Legendary and he thought that with his immense power combined with hers that they would create the more powerful heirs in the universe.

A very pissed off boy stood looking into his father's dark eyes that mirrored nothing. His mother stood beside him, her sadness evident. Though, both were Elites, his mother was the only one that shed a tear at his immediate departure.

"It is for the best. He will teach you to get stronger. You will be the Legendary soon and this will help you on your path there." Vegeta grunted as he turned his glare to the doors where his new "sensei" waited on the other side.

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