Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darkened or Flamed Path: Which Will She Take? ❯ Chapter 9

Frieza stared at them, his red eyes gleaming as his aura blazed around him. The pair at the end of the ramp looked at him, detestation pure in their eyes as they observed him. He blinked and in that split second they assaulted him, their bodies flying as one. Frieza blasted the group, their eyes blinded by the white-hot blast blinding them for a second. Vegeta emerged from the smolder, his scarlet aura bursting around him as he flew at the shocked tormenter.

“Fucker!” Vegeta yelled as he hovered over the additional man, his anger flaring in his eyes. Frieza watched in slow motion as the younger man flew at him, resentment flaring in his onyx eyes. As soon as the prince's fist struck the tyrant, it was on. Limbs flew in every direction as the two great powers fought. Bulma watched for an opening, her love of fighting at its peak. Seconds turned to minutes and then it was time, her lithe body flying into the fray, her power flaring around her. Vegeta attacked from one side while Bulma got the other end, the tyrant forced to fight both powerful Sayians. The last pair of Sayians looked on in awe as the trio fought, their auras deflecting off of one another. Bulma was knocked into a nearby wall as Frieza powered up, his aura forcing Vegeta into the ground with a crash, his body leaving a good sized hole. Frieza wheezed a little as he looked down at the two holes, but his attention turned as the other two Sayians crashed into him, their bodies knocking him back. Soon the three fighters were in combat. Bulma and Vegeta exited their respective holes and watched as Goku and Chi-Chi fought. With a smirk Vegeta took off out into the battle, his scarlet aura blazing with vitality. The sun had past the pinnacle of noon and was now heading down in the sky, but Bulma paid it no heed for she was so entranced with the fighting above her. Chi-Chi was thrown back this time, her raven hair flying about her as she flew into a nearby rock. Bulma flew into the battle, taking over for Chi-Chi. It seemed to go on this way for a few hours; this is until the inevitable happened. Vegeta powered up and blasted a hole into Frieza's upper body. Everyone watched the scene as it unfolded. Frieza came flying at the group and as the skies darkened the battle grew fierce. Frieza knocked into her and she was sent flying, her small body landing on the ground, her feet under her. Bulma looked up to see Frieza flying at them, his red eyes fixed on Vegeta. This was his true target!

“Move!” she yelled at him, her fear clouding her vision as she shoved Vegeta out of the way. The diminutive streak of energy left Frieza's finger and instead of striking it's intended mark, it entered Bulma's abdomen and with blood in the air around it, it exited. Time seemed to stop as everyone watched as Bulma's body hit the earth, scarlet blood dripping from her mouth. A yell split the heavens as Vegeta's mane blazed gold, his eyes emerald with hatred blazing fiercely in them. He stalked toward the tyrant, his energy focused on the tormentor of his past and the one that had just attacked his future. He would not live.

 

Goku and Chi-Chi ran toward the fallen body of Bulma, her once blue tresses sticky and scarlet with blood. Chi-Chi cried silently for her friend as Goku picked up the body, thoughts of how to heal her running uncultivated in his head, but it would not be his choice as a scream of pain ripped through the air as Vegeta beheaded a still breathing Frieza. The tyrant's body fell to the grass, his blood flowing out of him like a river. Vegeta's dark emerald eyes turned toward Goku, his rage still burning as the one that jilted her held her in his arms. With a growl Goku handed her over. With a burst of energy he rose to the sky, his direction that of her castle. Bulma opened her blue, pain filled eyes, the sun beginning its drop into night. With a cry she struggled against him.

“Iie!” she cried. “You must take me to the ocean before the sun falls!” Vegeta looked down at the struggling, hurt woman in his arms.

“Why?” he growled. Bulma looked up at him, her sadness swimming in her cerulean eyes with the pain she was in.

“Just know that it concerns my life. Please, Vegeta.” At the thought that something or someone threatened her life he took her to the waters. Bulma hobbled over to the water and jumped in. Her final words those of their next meeting. Vegeta stood at the edge of the water perplexed.

 

I know. It was short and hurried, but this story will be redone. I was stuck this time around, but there is always room for improvement.