Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ The Beginning Of The End ( Chapter 20 )
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By: MayMayB 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.20.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 516 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.20.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 516 | Status: Work In Progress
Alright, here's chapter 20!!
I must tell you all that I predict only one or two more chapters are left after this one. But again, do not fear, Book 2 is in the works (...at least in my head anyway).
This chapter is a bit shorter than the others... sorry = / AND it wasn't beta'd... be gentle =) ***06/18/2012 I originally posted this unbeta'd and after reading over it, I found a lot of spelling mistakes... I've gone over it and hopefully found them all... if I haven't I'm truly sorry. I will make sure the next chapter is beta'd. There is nothing more frustrating than reading a fic with errors in it... but hey, we're all human, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or it's characters, I only own this story =)
He cursed under his breath as another wave of nervousness washed over him. It wasn't that he was exactly nervous himself, but it wasn't his feelings that were causing him to feel this way. He could keep his emotions in check. He had perfected the art of bottling them up years ago, stuffing them deep down inside.
What could possibly be making the woman be this way? He asked himself. She did say that the pressure of his time getting closer to fighting Frieza was making her a little jumpy, but he had never felt her this nervous.
He growled and asked himself silently why he even got mated in the first place. Not that he didn't care for his bride... no. It was the whole 'feel each other's emotion's' clause that came with Saiyan mating that irked him somewhat.
The Prince took another deep breath, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The nervousness was subsiding a little and-
"GOD DAMMIT!" He bellowed out to himself as he felt a total 180 from what Bulma was projecting to him. This time it was pure happiness, almost making Vegeta giggle out loud involuntarily and then not a few moments later... utter fear? These mood swings she was having was giving him whiplash! GAH!! WOMEN!!
He furrowed his brow and concentrated on his mate. He now felt nothing...
"Hmmph." He grunted. "The woman was probably dreaming." It made sense. He leaned his head back and tried to rest again, taking advantage of the calm. Hoping that was the end of emotional share time between he and his mate.
He had at least another two or three hours until he docked onto the flag ship... As he closed his eyes he made a mental note to train her how to put a mental block up, so not to share every single emotion she had with him... it was getting annoying.
Two, sleepless hours later...
Vegeta dipped his head and inhaled a slow calming breath of air while rubbing his wedding ring with his thumb and forefinger. The seemingly calming breath did nothing and with a quiet growl he stuffed the necklace that held the ring in his armor and hit the release button. The hatch to his pod opened with a hiss and exited the cramped pod. Nappa and Raditz were already out of theirs and were waiting on him before they approached their general, who was waiting patiently for them at the entrance of the building.
He nodded to his men as he walked up to Zarbon.
"Lord Frieza is not ready for you. You will go directly to your quarters and wait for someone to fetch you." Zarbon said in his superior drawl.
Vegeta clenched his fist, not appreciating being talked to like a child. The Saiyan's lip curled upward, letting Zarbon know his displeasure, but kept quiet as he stomped passed him, with his men in tow. He growled again when he sensed that Zarbon was following.
As if on queue Zarbon cleared his throat. "You are not to go anywhere but to your quarters. Apparently you and your friends are on Lord Frieza's naughty list... although, you three seemed to be always on it." He mused to himself.
Zarbon watched as the three Saiyans went into their respective rooms and then headed to the throne room, to inform his master of their arrival.
Once Vegeta heard the door close behind him, he promptly sunk his fist into the wall closest to him.
This has never happened before. He had never been pulled from a mission. Could Frieza have found out about he and the rebels plans to take him down? No. Impossible. They had taken precautions to keep their intentions under wraps. It had to be something else. Either way... he didn't like it.
He punched another hole into the wall.
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Bardock ran down the corridor that led to the main core reactor of the base ship. Alarms were going off everywhere and if he didn't get the main power switched back on soon the ship's engines would fail. The back up generators were never meant to sustain the base for a long period of time.
"Bulma!" He yelled through his scouter. He had been trying to get a hold of her for ten minutes now, but all he was getting was static. "DAMMIT!" He bellowed out in frustration when, she again, did not answer. He skidded into the core room and saw immediately what caused the power shut down...
Somebody had cut all of the wires leading to the main power switch.
With a scratch to his head he looked at the wired mess... confused. Who the hell would do this? His eye widened as realization struck him.
"Kakarot." He said, hailing his son.
"Yes, father." His son's semi stressed voice rang through. His father only called him by his true Saiyan name when there was trouble.
"I need you to find Bulma and get her down to the core room now. Someone has cut the wiring to the main power source."
There was a pause for a moment. "Who the hell would do that? Shit, we have some crazy ass running around on our powerless ship!"
Bardock ran a hand through his unruly black main. "Find Bulma, get her down here. I'll get some men together and start searching for anyone who doesn't belong here."
"Right, I'm on it."
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Goku looked at his wife.
"Where do you think Bulma went?"
Chi Chi shook her head. The blaring alarms were making Gohan cry, his poor sensitive saiyan ears aching from the shrill ringing. "Umm." she said between cries from her son. "She'd either be in her lab or her apartment."
Goku nodded his head. "Stay here. We have an intruder, and I don't want you or Gohan out there. I have to find Bulma. If she comes here, let me know."
Chi Chi nodded as she tried to soothe their son.
Goku dashed out of their apartment and headed to Bulma and Vegeta's apartment. He quickly entered the security code and leapt in. He did a quick scan of the main area and of the bathroom, but nobody was home.
He then ran up 13 flights of stairs to where Bulma's lab was located.
The open area was bare. The flood lights only lighting the area up slightly. He searched under tables, in cabinets... not really sure why, but he was being thorough.
It was then he found a scouter on a lab table. He picked it up to see who's it was. The pink eye screen indicated that it was in fact, Bulma's.
He looked around. Surely she was close. Bulma didn't go anywhere without her scouter....ever.
He scanned the area, trying to pick up her ki...
Nothing.
With a frown, he put the scouter in his pocket and noticed a piece of paper that was sitting next to her scouter. Hoping it may, by some miracle, shed some light as to where Bulma may be, he picked up.
He squinted at the printing. There were a lot of long and complicated words on the print out, but as he skimmed over the page he nearly did a double take. In disbelief he read the last part out loud:
"Result: Pregnant. 3.5 weeks gestation."
...gestation? That was another word he wasn't familiar with... but he knew what pregnant meant.
Goku stuffed the printout into his pocket and it dawned on him. There were security cameras in here. And with some luck, they would still be working due to the back up generators.
He ran to a computer and typed in the command to look up the security footage for the passed thirty minutes... thanking the gods above that the back ups were still powering the computer systems and the camera's in the lab.
He fast forwarded until he saw Bulma skid into the lab and make a bee line for a supply cabinet. She frantically dug through it and took what seemed to be a syringe and a couple other little objects over to a table.
The next part made him want to scream like a little girl. He covered his eyes, peering through his fingers, as he watched Bulma start to insert the needle into the inside of her arm. The large Saiyan let out a "YUCKY!!" As he pushed the command to fast forward until she was done sticking herself. He stopped when he saw her grab the printout he now had in his pocket.
He watched as she smiled brightly while she cried at the same time. At that moment the power went out. A few seconds later the back up lights flickered on. Bulma had her back to the security camera, now. It took everything Goku had not to yell at the screen for her to look out as he watched a dark figure creep behind his friend...
Bulma too realized that someone was behind her and reached for a knife that Goku saw was stashed underneath her shirt. But, the figure was fast and grabbed her wrist and wrenched her in front of himself.
It was then that Goku saw who the figure was.
"That mother fucker!" He screamed.
The monitor was promptly thrown into the wall, and exploded into pieces.
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Something pulled at the back of his brain....
Something was...off.
Vegeta, who was again, rubbing his wedding ring, put it back under his armor. He was growing anxious. He had been trapped in his room for five hours now. And with each passing hour the 'off' feeling was growing.
He pushed off of his bed and started pacing the small room.
This was bullshit. The nerve of that vile lizard trapping HIM in his room, like an adolescent who was being punished.
His pacing ceased when a loud knock on his door. A twinge of nervousness made his stomach flip, but quickly growled at himself at being weak. pushed the feeling away and answered the door.
Zarbon stood at attention, Raditz and Nappa behind him.
"Lord Frieza demands your presence." Said Zarbon, with a hint of a smile on his face.
Vegeta glared at his general and exited his quarters. The cocky smirk not escaping Vegeta's attention. He and his men followed Zarbon down the winding halls of the ship.
"This doesn't feel right." Nappa said under his breath.
Raditz nodded his head. "Agreed."
Vegeta stayed silent. He was calculating their next possible move. If Frieza had figured them out, he needed to get off of his the ship and find some far off planet to continue his training. He would not go back to base and allow Frieza to find the rebels...and Bulma.
They approached the large purple double doors that led into the throne room. The two soldiers stationed at the doors instantly opened them for the Saiyans.
Zarbon stepped to the side, allowing the three men to enter and then followed them inside.
Frieza sat on his floating throne a deep scowl on his face as he watched them approach. His scowl twitched as the Saiyan's knelt before him showing the respect he deserved .
"Rise, monkey's" His shrill voice demanded. He watched as the three men stood at attention in front of him. " "My dear Vegeta, I'm sure you are wondering why I pulled you and your men off of your purge mission." He paused. His question being a rhetorical one. "You are aware of these pesky rebels that have been causing me headache's, yes?"
Vegeta's eyebrow inched slightly upward but his face remained in his ever familiar stoic and stone like expression. "Yes."
A small smirk playing across his lips as he gracefully got out of the floating apparatus and walked towards the prince. "I see... well, it has come my attention that they intend on overthrowing me, and well, we just can't have that now can we?"
Vegeta remained silent, gritting his teeth at the closeness of the lizard.
Frieza's smirk grew as he looked passed the Saiyan's. "Have him bring her in."
Vegeta assumed he was speaking to Zarbon, he didn't bother to turn around. He chose to keep his eyes on Frieza, not trusting him.
"Tell me, have any of you heard of one particular rebel? Her name is Bulma Briefs."
SHIT!
Both Raditz and Nappa flniched. Vegeta's eyes grew just a fraction larger and clenched his fists tight at his sides. Shit shit shit shit shit.
"No." Vegeta said evenly.
"No?" Frieza said in a mockingly surprised voice. He took a step closer to Vegeta, eyeing him closely. "Hmm." The half moon scar not going unnoticed that was on the base of his neck. He moved towards the other two saiyans that were slightly behind their prince. "What about you two?"
"No, Lord Frieza." They said in unison.
"Huh." Was all Frieza said as he again gave the three thoughtful looks.
A panicked feeling flooded Vegeta. He didn't like where this was going.
A loud crash was heard behind the large double doors and moments after they swung open with a thud. At that moment the panicked feeling struck Vegeta hard, almost paralyzing him. He knew that instant what was going on, and knew that the feeling was reverberating from someone else and being sent to him...
Muffled screams and yelling was heard from behind him, and he didn't have to turn around to know who it was that was making the ruckus...
He turned around anyway.
To his horror, his mate, who was bound and gagged, was being manhandled into the throne room by the scarred human. The sight of it made Vegeta want to skin the worthless human alive right then and there.
Yamcha had his hands full dragging her to where Frieza was. Vegeta could hear the muffled curses of pure anger coming from his woman's gagged mouth. She kicked and screamed and tried as hard as she could to wriggle lose from her ex-boyfriends grip.
"Fiesty." Frieza mused as he motioned for Zarbon to take the blue haired woman away from the human, since he obviously was having a hard time controlling her.
Zarbon grabbed Bulma's arms, which were bound behind her, and applied pressure, making her stop her flailing immediately.
"Ah, that's better." Frieza said and walked up to her. "It's been a long time my dear girl." He removed her gag. "Let's get rid of this."
"Fuck you." She screamed the moment the gag was removed.
"You do have a lot spirit." He grasped her chin and shoved her face to the left, exposing her neck and most of her shoulder. "I see you've been mated by a Saiyan."
Bulma jerked her chin out of the tyrant's grasp, but did not respond. She silently cursed herself for wearing a low cut shirt. She glared at him, wanting nothing more than to claw his eyes out.
Frieza chuckled as he concentrated on her, looking her up and down carefully, scanning her energy level, as it was his habit. He had come to realize in his early years of tyranny that he shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. As the readout blinked on the screen over his eye he let out a small but giddy chuckle... as if he knew something, nobody else knew.
"Tell me, little human, who mated you?"
Bulma slowly looked at the lizard, disgust twisted her features. But, again, she did not reply.
This amused Frieza. He looked her over again, his gaze lingered on her lower abdomen for a few seconds, a sly smirk formed yet again on his feminine lips. "If you do not tell me I will have to resort to breaking limbs." He said in a mocking, sing song tone. He grasped her forearm and squeezed. Bulma whimpered as her skin started to turn purple.
Vegeta started to pant heavily as he watched Frieza handle his woman roughly. He dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands and barely felt the blood that slowly tricked from his fists.
"My dear, tell me and no harm will come to you." He said sweetly to her.
Bulma looked him in his beady red eyes and surprised the shit out of him when she spit directly in his face. "Fuck. You." She repeated.
Frieza's calm and seemingly happy demeanor darkened as he wiped the spit off of his cheek. Vegeta couldn't help but feel a spark of pride at her actions. This is why he loved her, not many had the balls to spit on Frieza himself.
Frieza looked at Bulma, anger igniting in his eyes. Clearly she was as stubborn as her saiyan mate. "If you wish to keep the child that grows within you alive, then I'd start talking." He sneered.
Bulma tensed. How did he know? "What are you talking about? What child?" She matched his sneer. Bulma looked at him in the eye, trying to keep her cool as she tried to call his bluff. This was not how she wanted Vegeta to find this out.
"Ha ha, don't play dumb, little human." Frieza yanked the hem of her shirt up and placed a scaly hand over her abdomen. "Yes, definitely something growing in there." He smirked. "Don't need a scouter to sense it." He tapped her belly for good measure.
Bulma shook her head in fear and tried to back away from him, but Zarbon's grip was un-yielding.
Meanwhile, Vegeta felt as if he was having an out of body experience. Did he hear him correctly? He concentrated on his mate and easily detected a barely noticeable ki coming from within her. How could he be so blind? If he would have just paid more attention to her, he would have detected it long before. He was so focused on becoming stronger to defeat Frieza, he had let this important fact slip through his fingertips, and because of this his mate and his cub would suffer the consequences.
He felt so powerless.... He was now realizing that his nightmare was a premonition.
If he would have known, he would have sent her far away. Away from all of this.
Bulma's whimper pulled him out of his thoughts as her large, fear filled eyes darted to him for a moment and then at Frieza. She moaned in pain again as Frieza's grip tightened on her forearm.
"She is my mate!"
Vegeta whipped around as he watched Raditz walk up to where Vegeta was standing.
"She is mine, now let her go." He said without fear.
Frieza cocked his head and clucked his tongue at the long haired Saiyan and then scanned her midsection with his scouter, this time getting a reading on the fetus' ki. The scouter beeped, showing him what he had assumed was true.
"I didn't think so." He said under his breath. "Nice try, my dear Raditz, but this child couldn't possibly be yours. It's ki is far too powerful to be your offspring." He turned back to Bulma, let go of her arm and promptly back handed her. Her head whipped to the side violently causing blood to spray from her mouth. Frieza rose his hand again to strike her once more but was stopped mid-swing by a yowl that came from Vegeta.
"SHE IS MINE!" The Sayian Prince screamed. "Don't you dare touch her again you fuck!" He took a step forward, barely keeping himself in check.
The smile was back on Frieza's lips as he turned to the Saiyan, who was now shaking visibly with anger. "That's better." He turned to face Vegeta fully and motioned for Zarbon to seize him.
Frieza's General let go of Bulma, causing her to fall to the ground. He quickly took hold of Vegeta's shoulder, making sure he wouldn't try any funny business.
"Now tell me Vegeta, what made you think you have the right to mate and reproduce with out asking me first? Do you think you are free to make such decisions for yourself?" He mused and sighed dramatically and then looked at Bulma, who was now sitting on the floor, holding her hand over her mouth that was bleeding heavily from Frieza's assault. "What am I to do with you?"
"You will not touch her!" Vegeta growled through gritted teeth.
"I will do as I please. She will be punished for thinking she and her rebel army can kill me and illuminate my army. And for thinking she can steal you away from me."
Vegeta growled but was too angry and scared for his mate and cub that he couldn't form words.
Frieza laughed seeing the state the Prince was in. In all the years he was under his command he had never seen Vegeta lose his resolve until now, and he had to admit, it was amusing. "And you will watch every second of her punishment."
The saiyan prince let out a loud bellow and lurched forward. His ki exploding all around him. The sudden rush of energy that spilled out of him caused Zarbon to buck backwards and loose grip of him. Vegeta rushed Frieza, sending a barrage of punches at him.
The tyrant easily blocked them and swatted him away like some pesky fly. Vegeta landed where he was standing just moments ago and stood up instantly. As he coiled his muscles to attack the lizard again, he felt the all too familiar feeling of metal clamp around his neck and dropped as electricity zapped him painfully.
Zarbon stood above him with his thumb pressing the button of the ki collar, smiling at the twitching Saiyan on the ground. He turned when he saw slight movement out of the corner of his eye.
"I wouldn't try it." He said, amused, to Raditz and Nappa, who were inching closer to him.
The two halted, knowing full well they were helpless.
Frieza snapped his fingers at the three guards that were standing at attention by the closed double doors. Two of them marched up to Raditz and Nappa and clamped on ki collars, identical to the one Vegeta was sporting. The other walked up to Bulma and hauled her up to her feet.
"Take the two monkeys to the holding cell." He ordered and watched as they pushed the two out of the throne room. He turned to the soldier who was now holding Bulma. "Take her down to Dadoria."
As soon as the words escaped Frieza's lips, Bulma went wild.
"NO!"
She kicked at the tyrant and tried desperately to break free from the soldiers grasp. The soldier managed to catch hold of her lose hair and yanked her back to him, locking her in a bear hug from behind. "NO! NO!!" She screamed as the soldier man-handled her towards the door. "Vegeta!! Please!! No!!!!"
Vegeta let out a primal growl as he watched his mate thrash in the man's grasp. He couldn't allow her to go back to that hell. He tried feebly to move towards her but the jolts of high voltage screamed through his body, making it impossible to move.
As the soldier carried Bulma toward the door, they passed Yamcha, who was standing in the back of the throne room. She managed to kick her foot out and kick him in the shin.
"You mother fucker!! How could you?" She screamed.
Yamcha smirked. "Hey don't blame me, babe. I warned you many times, I was only going to turn your lover boy in, but you just wouldn't listen. But I must say, B, handing you over made me a very very rich man and the proud new owner of Utopia." He grinned at Bulma and then to Frieza.
Bulma let out another scream as the soldier continued to take her to the exit.
Vegeta yowled as he willed his body to inch closer to Frieza. "I will kill you." he ground out.
"Now now, Vegeta. Don't you worry. You will be down there with her. You will get to watch as Dadoria has fun with your little human." He said and let out another high pitched laugh as Vegeta yet again tried to lunge for him, but succumbed to the torturous pain that coursed through his body.
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Bulma continued to fight the large soldier, who now had a painful grip of her hair and her neck as he shoved her down the hallways of Frieza's ship.
Her mind raced... her brain was on overload, she had to think of something. She couldn't let this happen again. She not only had herself to think of, but she also had hers and Vegeta's child to think about as well. Panic stuck her at the last thought. She had to get out alive. Her child deserved to live...
The soldier let out an 'Oomph' as Bulma plunged an elbow into his stomach in an attempt to break free. The lanky, but muscular man cuffed her on her head, knocking her out. He tossed her over his shoulder and continued down the hallway, down to the belly of the ship where Dadoria's dungeon was.
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He watched as she twitched in her sleep. She had been unconscious ever since he was placed in the cell. They placed him on the opposite side of her. He sat on the grimy floor, his wrists chained above his head... something he could easily tear apart... that is if it weren't for the ki draining device around his neck that acted as a glorified bark collar.
His tail tightened around his waste as he looked over her battered and bloodied face.
This wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to end differently, he was supposed to gain the strength of a god and defeat his foes and live the rest of his life out, happily, with his bride at his side.
Vegeta let out a curt and dark chuckle.
Who was he kidding? He knew it would end like this all along, and he managed to pull his mate down with him... and his cub. His cub... his heir. Despite the dire situation he and Bulma were in, his chest swelled with pride. His women was carrying his child inside of her. If it was the last thing he would do, he'd fight to the death if it meant giving she and the child a glimmer of hope of getting out of there alive.
The Saiyan's eyebrow rose as Bulma moaned and her eyelids fluttered open. Her eyes barely opened as she slowly pulled herself off of the ground and leaned up against the bars and tried to use her hands to steady herself but found that they were bound and chained. Her eyes flew open and panic flooded her blue orbs as she pulled at the chain and took in the all too familiar surroundings. This was the place that her nightmare's took place.
"Woman."
Bulma looked directly across from her and sighed at the site of her mate.
"Vegeta." She said weekly. Her head hurt like a son of a bitch, and she felt like half, if not most of her face was covered in blood and grime. "I'm so sorry." She cried out, tears overflowing onto her cheeks.
"Calm down, woman." He said gruffly. He didn't mean to have it come out so harsh. He waited until her sobs quieted and then cleared his throat. "How long have you known?" His voice was sullen and less gruff.
She shook her head, knowing what he meant. "I found out literally before I was taken."
Vegeta's jaw clenched.
"I don't want to die down here." She whispered.
The prince sighed softly and hung his head. He wanted to promise her that she wouldn't die and that he'd make everything better. But it would have been a lie... and he didn't want her to have false hope and didn't want her dying thinking he was a lier.
"Little One," He said softly. Bulma looked up at him, her eyes still watering. "I lo-"
"Well, well. Look who it is." Both Bulma and Vegeta looked over to see Dadoria at the bars to their cell. "Frieza said he had a surprise for me, I just didn't know it would be my favorite prince AND the little blue haired slut!" He laughed and rubbed his giggling pink belly. He then sauntered to Bulma's side of the cell and crouched down so he was at eye level with her. "We are going to have a lot of fun together, my blue pet. And your Saiyan get's to watch as I have my way with you... over and over and over again." He threw his head back and laughed hysterically.
It was all Vegeta could do to swallow the primal scream that was trying to break free.
I know I know. Cliffhangers... but I had to end it here...
I must tell you all that I predict only one or two more chapters are left after this one. But again, do not fear, Book 2 is in the works (...at least in my head anyway).
This chapter is a bit shorter than the others... sorry = / AND it wasn't beta'd... be gentle =) ***06/18/2012 I originally posted this unbeta'd and after reading over it, I found a lot of spelling mistakes... I've gone over it and hopefully found them all... if I haven't I'm truly sorry. I will make sure the next chapter is beta'd. There is nothing more frustrating than reading a fic with errors in it... but hey, we're all human, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or it's characters, I only own this story =)
He cursed under his breath as another wave of nervousness washed over him. It wasn't that he was exactly nervous himself, but it wasn't his feelings that were causing him to feel this way. He could keep his emotions in check. He had perfected the art of bottling them up years ago, stuffing them deep down inside.
What could possibly be making the woman be this way? He asked himself. She did say that the pressure of his time getting closer to fighting Frieza was making her a little jumpy, but he had never felt her this nervous.
He growled and asked himself silently why he even got mated in the first place. Not that he didn't care for his bride... no. It was the whole 'feel each other's emotion's' clause that came with Saiyan mating that irked him somewhat.
The Prince took another deep breath, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The nervousness was subsiding a little and-
"GOD DAMMIT!" He bellowed out to himself as he felt a total 180 from what Bulma was projecting to him. This time it was pure happiness, almost making Vegeta giggle out loud involuntarily and then not a few moments later... utter fear? These mood swings she was having was giving him whiplash! GAH!! WOMEN!!
He furrowed his brow and concentrated on his mate. He now felt nothing...
"Hmmph." He grunted. "The woman was probably dreaming." It made sense. He leaned his head back and tried to rest again, taking advantage of the calm. Hoping that was the end of emotional share time between he and his mate.
He had at least another two or three hours until he docked onto the flag ship... As he closed his eyes he made a mental note to train her how to put a mental block up, so not to share every single emotion she had with him... it was getting annoying.
Two, sleepless hours later...
Vegeta dipped his head and inhaled a slow calming breath of air while rubbing his wedding ring with his thumb and forefinger. The seemingly calming breath did nothing and with a quiet growl he stuffed the necklace that held the ring in his armor and hit the release button. The hatch to his pod opened with a hiss and exited the cramped pod. Nappa and Raditz were already out of theirs and were waiting on him before they approached their general, who was waiting patiently for them at the entrance of the building.
He nodded to his men as he walked up to Zarbon.
"Lord Frieza is not ready for you. You will go directly to your quarters and wait for someone to fetch you." Zarbon said in his superior drawl.
Vegeta clenched his fist, not appreciating being talked to like a child. The Saiyan's lip curled upward, letting Zarbon know his displeasure, but kept quiet as he stomped passed him, with his men in tow. He growled again when he sensed that Zarbon was following.
As if on queue Zarbon cleared his throat. "You are not to go anywhere but to your quarters. Apparently you and your friends are on Lord Frieza's naughty list... although, you three seemed to be always on it." He mused to himself.
Zarbon watched as the three Saiyans went into their respective rooms and then headed to the throne room, to inform his master of their arrival.
Once Vegeta heard the door close behind him, he promptly sunk his fist into the wall closest to him.
This has never happened before. He had never been pulled from a mission. Could Frieza have found out about he and the rebels plans to take him down? No. Impossible. They had taken precautions to keep their intentions under wraps. It had to be something else. Either way... he didn't like it.
He punched another hole into the wall.
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Bardock ran down the corridor that led to the main core reactor of the base ship. Alarms were going off everywhere and if he didn't get the main power switched back on soon the ship's engines would fail. The back up generators were never meant to sustain the base for a long period of time.
"Bulma!" He yelled through his scouter. He had been trying to get a hold of her for ten minutes now, but all he was getting was static. "DAMMIT!" He bellowed out in frustration when, she again, did not answer. He skidded into the core room and saw immediately what caused the power shut down...
Somebody had cut all of the wires leading to the main power switch.
With a scratch to his head he looked at the wired mess... confused. Who the hell would do this? His eye widened as realization struck him.
"Kakarot." He said, hailing his son.
"Yes, father." His son's semi stressed voice rang through. His father only called him by his true Saiyan name when there was trouble.
"I need you to find Bulma and get her down to the core room now. Someone has cut the wiring to the main power source."
There was a pause for a moment. "Who the hell would do that? Shit, we have some crazy ass running around on our powerless ship!"
Bardock ran a hand through his unruly black main. "Find Bulma, get her down here. I'll get some men together and start searching for anyone who doesn't belong here."
"Right, I'm on it."
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Goku looked at his wife.
"Where do you think Bulma went?"
Chi Chi shook her head. The blaring alarms were making Gohan cry, his poor sensitive saiyan ears aching from the shrill ringing. "Umm." she said between cries from her son. "She'd either be in her lab or her apartment."
Goku nodded his head. "Stay here. We have an intruder, and I don't want you or Gohan out there. I have to find Bulma. If she comes here, let me know."
Chi Chi nodded as she tried to soothe their son.
Goku dashed out of their apartment and headed to Bulma and Vegeta's apartment. He quickly entered the security code and leapt in. He did a quick scan of the main area and of the bathroom, but nobody was home.
He then ran up 13 flights of stairs to where Bulma's lab was located.
The open area was bare. The flood lights only lighting the area up slightly. He searched under tables, in cabinets... not really sure why, but he was being thorough.
It was then he found a scouter on a lab table. He picked it up to see who's it was. The pink eye screen indicated that it was in fact, Bulma's.
He looked around. Surely she was close. Bulma didn't go anywhere without her scouter....ever.
He scanned the area, trying to pick up her ki...
Nothing.
With a frown, he put the scouter in his pocket and noticed a piece of paper that was sitting next to her scouter. Hoping it may, by some miracle, shed some light as to where Bulma may be, he picked up.
He squinted at the printing. There were a lot of long and complicated words on the print out, but as he skimmed over the page he nearly did a double take. In disbelief he read the last part out loud:
"Result: Pregnant. 3.5 weeks gestation."
...gestation? That was another word he wasn't familiar with... but he knew what pregnant meant.
Goku stuffed the printout into his pocket and it dawned on him. There were security cameras in here. And with some luck, they would still be working due to the back up generators.
He ran to a computer and typed in the command to look up the security footage for the passed thirty minutes... thanking the gods above that the back ups were still powering the computer systems and the camera's in the lab.
He fast forwarded until he saw Bulma skid into the lab and make a bee line for a supply cabinet. She frantically dug through it and took what seemed to be a syringe and a couple other little objects over to a table.
The next part made him want to scream like a little girl. He covered his eyes, peering through his fingers, as he watched Bulma start to insert the needle into the inside of her arm. The large Saiyan let out a "YUCKY!!" As he pushed the command to fast forward until she was done sticking herself. He stopped when he saw her grab the printout he now had in his pocket.
He watched as she smiled brightly while she cried at the same time. At that moment the power went out. A few seconds later the back up lights flickered on. Bulma had her back to the security camera, now. It took everything Goku had not to yell at the screen for her to look out as he watched a dark figure creep behind his friend...
Bulma too realized that someone was behind her and reached for a knife that Goku saw was stashed underneath her shirt. But, the figure was fast and grabbed her wrist and wrenched her in front of himself.
It was then that Goku saw who the figure was.
"That mother fucker!" He screamed.
The monitor was promptly thrown into the wall, and exploded into pieces.
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Something pulled at the back of his brain....
Something was...off.
Vegeta, who was again, rubbing his wedding ring, put it back under his armor. He was growing anxious. He had been trapped in his room for five hours now. And with each passing hour the 'off' feeling was growing.
He pushed off of his bed and started pacing the small room.
This was bullshit. The nerve of that vile lizard trapping HIM in his room, like an adolescent who was being punished.
His pacing ceased when a loud knock on his door. A twinge of nervousness made his stomach flip, but quickly growled at himself at being weak. pushed the feeling away and answered the door.
Zarbon stood at attention, Raditz and Nappa behind him.
"Lord Frieza demands your presence." Said Zarbon, with a hint of a smile on his face.
Vegeta glared at his general and exited his quarters. The cocky smirk not escaping Vegeta's attention. He and his men followed Zarbon down the winding halls of the ship.
"This doesn't feel right." Nappa said under his breath.
Raditz nodded his head. "Agreed."
Vegeta stayed silent. He was calculating their next possible move. If Frieza had figured them out, he needed to get off of his the ship and find some far off planet to continue his training. He would not go back to base and allow Frieza to find the rebels...and Bulma.
They approached the large purple double doors that led into the throne room. The two soldiers stationed at the doors instantly opened them for the Saiyans.
Zarbon stepped to the side, allowing the three men to enter and then followed them inside.
Frieza sat on his floating throne a deep scowl on his face as he watched them approach. His scowl twitched as the Saiyan's knelt before him showing the respect he deserved .
"Rise, monkey's" His shrill voice demanded. He watched as the three men stood at attention in front of him. " "My dear Vegeta, I'm sure you are wondering why I pulled you and your men off of your purge mission." He paused. His question being a rhetorical one. "You are aware of these pesky rebels that have been causing me headache's, yes?"
Vegeta's eyebrow inched slightly upward but his face remained in his ever familiar stoic and stone like expression. "Yes."
A small smirk playing across his lips as he gracefully got out of the floating apparatus and walked towards the prince. "I see... well, it has come my attention that they intend on overthrowing me, and well, we just can't have that now can we?"
Vegeta remained silent, gritting his teeth at the closeness of the lizard.
Frieza's smirk grew as he looked passed the Saiyan's. "Have him bring her in."
Vegeta assumed he was speaking to Zarbon, he didn't bother to turn around. He chose to keep his eyes on Frieza, not trusting him.
"Tell me, have any of you heard of one particular rebel? Her name is Bulma Briefs."
SHIT!
Both Raditz and Nappa flniched. Vegeta's eyes grew just a fraction larger and clenched his fists tight at his sides. Shit shit shit shit shit.
"No." Vegeta said evenly.
"No?" Frieza said in a mockingly surprised voice. He took a step closer to Vegeta, eyeing him closely. "Hmm." The half moon scar not going unnoticed that was on the base of his neck. He moved towards the other two saiyans that were slightly behind their prince. "What about you two?"
"No, Lord Frieza." They said in unison.
"Huh." Was all Frieza said as he again gave the three thoughtful looks.
A panicked feeling flooded Vegeta. He didn't like where this was going.
A loud crash was heard behind the large double doors and moments after they swung open with a thud. At that moment the panicked feeling struck Vegeta hard, almost paralyzing him. He knew that instant what was going on, and knew that the feeling was reverberating from someone else and being sent to him...
Muffled screams and yelling was heard from behind him, and he didn't have to turn around to know who it was that was making the ruckus...
He turned around anyway.
To his horror, his mate, who was bound and gagged, was being manhandled into the throne room by the scarred human. The sight of it made Vegeta want to skin the worthless human alive right then and there.
Yamcha had his hands full dragging her to where Frieza was. Vegeta could hear the muffled curses of pure anger coming from his woman's gagged mouth. She kicked and screamed and tried as hard as she could to wriggle lose from her ex-boyfriends grip.
"Fiesty." Frieza mused as he motioned for Zarbon to take the blue haired woman away from the human, since he obviously was having a hard time controlling her.
Zarbon grabbed Bulma's arms, which were bound behind her, and applied pressure, making her stop her flailing immediately.
"Ah, that's better." Frieza said and walked up to her. "It's been a long time my dear girl." He removed her gag. "Let's get rid of this."
"Fuck you." She screamed the moment the gag was removed.
"You do have a lot spirit." He grasped her chin and shoved her face to the left, exposing her neck and most of her shoulder. "I see you've been mated by a Saiyan."
Bulma jerked her chin out of the tyrant's grasp, but did not respond. She silently cursed herself for wearing a low cut shirt. She glared at him, wanting nothing more than to claw his eyes out.
Frieza chuckled as he concentrated on her, looking her up and down carefully, scanning her energy level, as it was his habit. He had come to realize in his early years of tyranny that he shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. As the readout blinked on the screen over his eye he let out a small but giddy chuckle... as if he knew something, nobody else knew.
"Tell me, little human, who mated you?"
Bulma slowly looked at the lizard, disgust twisted her features. But, again, she did not reply.
This amused Frieza. He looked her over again, his gaze lingered on her lower abdomen for a few seconds, a sly smirk formed yet again on his feminine lips. "If you do not tell me I will have to resort to breaking limbs." He said in a mocking, sing song tone. He grasped her forearm and squeezed. Bulma whimpered as her skin started to turn purple.
Vegeta started to pant heavily as he watched Frieza handle his woman roughly. He dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands and barely felt the blood that slowly tricked from his fists.
"My dear, tell me and no harm will come to you." He said sweetly to her.
Bulma looked him in his beady red eyes and surprised the shit out of him when she spit directly in his face. "Fuck. You." She repeated.
Frieza's calm and seemingly happy demeanor darkened as he wiped the spit off of his cheek. Vegeta couldn't help but feel a spark of pride at her actions. This is why he loved her, not many had the balls to spit on Frieza himself.
Frieza looked at Bulma, anger igniting in his eyes. Clearly she was as stubborn as her saiyan mate. "If you wish to keep the child that grows within you alive, then I'd start talking." He sneered.
Bulma tensed. How did he know? "What are you talking about? What child?" She matched his sneer. Bulma looked at him in the eye, trying to keep her cool as she tried to call his bluff. This was not how she wanted Vegeta to find this out.
"Ha ha, don't play dumb, little human." Frieza yanked the hem of her shirt up and placed a scaly hand over her abdomen. "Yes, definitely something growing in there." He smirked. "Don't need a scouter to sense it." He tapped her belly for good measure.
Bulma shook her head in fear and tried to back away from him, but Zarbon's grip was un-yielding.
Meanwhile, Vegeta felt as if he was having an out of body experience. Did he hear him correctly? He concentrated on his mate and easily detected a barely noticeable ki coming from within her. How could he be so blind? If he would have just paid more attention to her, he would have detected it long before. He was so focused on becoming stronger to defeat Frieza, he had let this important fact slip through his fingertips, and because of this his mate and his cub would suffer the consequences.
He felt so powerless.... He was now realizing that his nightmare was a premonition.
If he would have known, he would have sent her far away. Away from all of this.
Bulma's whimper pulled him out of his thoughts as her large, fear filled eyes darted to him for a moment and then at Frieza. She moaned in pain again as Frieza's grip tightened on her forearm.
"She is my mate!"
Vegeta whipped around as he watched Raditz walk up to where Vegeta was standing.
"She is mine, now let her go." He said without fear.
Frieza cocked his head and clucked his tongue at the long haired Saiyan and then scanned her midsection with his scouter, this time getting a reading on the fetus' ki. The scouter beeped, showing him what he had assumed was true.
"I didn't think so." He said under his breath. "Nice try, my dear Raditz, but this child couldn't possibly be yours. It's ki is far too powerful to be your offspring." He turned back to Bulma, let go of her arm and promptly back handed her. Her head whipped to the side violently causing blood to spray from her mouth. Frieza rose his hand again to strike her once more but was stopped mid-swing by a yowl that came from Vegeta.
"SHE IS MINE!" The Sayian Prince screamed. "Don't you dare touch her again you fuck!" He took a step forward, barely keeping himself in check.
The smile was back on Frieza's lips as he turned to the Saiyan, who was now shaking visibly with anger. "That's better." He turned to face Vegeta fully and motioned for Zarbon to seize him.
Frieza's General let go of Bulma, causing her to fall to the ground. He quickly took hold of Vegeta's shoulder, making sure he wouldn't try any funny business.
"Now tell me Vegeta, what made you think you have the right to mate and reproduce with out asking me first? Do you think you are free to make such decisions for yourself?" He mused and sighed dramatically and then looked at Bulma, who was now sitting on the floor, holding her hand over her mouth that was bleeding heavily from Frieza's assault. "What am I to do with you?"
"You will not touch her!" Vegeta growled through gritted teeth.
"I will do as I please. She will be punished for thinking she and her rebel army can kill me and illuminate my army. And for thinking she can steal you away from me."
Vegeta growled but was too angry and scared for his mate and cub that he couldn't form words.
Frieza laughed seeing the state the Prince was in. In all the years he was under his command he had never seen Vegeta lose his resolve until now, and he had to admit, it was amusing. "And you will watch every second of her punishment."
The saiyan prince let out a loud bellow and lurched forward. His ki exploding all around him. The sudden rush of energy that spilled out of him caused Zarbon to buck backwards and loose grip of him. Vegeta rushed Frieza, sending a barrage of punches at him.
The tyrant easily blocked them and swatted him away like some pesky fly. Vegeta landed where he was standing just moments ago and stood up instantly. As he coiled his muscles to attack the lizard again, he felt the all too familiar feeling of metal clamp around his neck and dropped as electricity zapped him painfully.
Zarbon stood above him with his thumb pressing the button of the ki collar, smiling at the twitching Saiyan on the ground. He turned when he saw slight movement out of the corner of his eye.
"I wouldn't try it." He said, amused, to Raditz and Nappa, who were inching closer to him.
The two halted, knowing full well they were helpless.
Frieza snapped his fingers at the three guards that were standing at attention by the closed double doors. Two of them marched up to Raditz and Nappa and clamped on ki collars, identical to the one Vegeta was sporting. The other walked up to Bulma and hauled her up to her feet.
"Take the two monkeys to the holding cell." He ordered and watched as they pushed the two out of the throne room. He turned to the soldier who was now holding Bulma. "Take her down to Dadoria."
As soon as the words escaped Frieza's lips, Bulma went wild.
"NO!"
She kicked at the tyrant and tried desperately to break free from the soldiers grasp. The soldier managed to catch hold of her lose hair and yanked her back to him, locking her in a bear hug from behind. "NO! NO!!" She screamed as the soldier man-handled her towards the door. "Vegeta!! Please!! No!!!!"
Vegeta let out a primal growl as he watched his mate thrash in the man's grasp. He couldn't allow her to go back to that hell. He tried feebly to move towards her but the jolts of high voltage screamed through his body, making it impossible to move.
As the soldier carried Bulma toward the door, they passed Yamcha, who was standing in the back of the throne room. She managed to kick her foot out and kick him in the shin.
"You mother fucker!! How could you?" She screamed.
Yamcha smirked. "Hey don't blame me, babe. I warned you many times, I was only going to turn your lover boy in, but you just wouldn't listen. But I must say, B, handing you over made me a very very rich man and the proud new owner of Utopia." He grinned at Bulma and then to Frieza.
Bulma let out another scream as the soldier continued to take her to the exit.
Vegeta yowled as he willed his body to inch closer to Frieza. "I will kill you." he ground out.
"Now now, Vegeta. Don't you worry. You will be down there with her. You will get to watch as Dadoria has fun with your little human." He said and let out another high pitched laugh as Vegeta yet again tried to lunge for him, but succumbed to the torturous pain that coursed through his body.
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Bulma continued to fight the large soldier, who now had a painful grip of her hair and her neck as he shoved her down the hallways of Frieza's ship.
Her mind raced... her brain was on overload, she had to think of something. She couldn't let this happen again. She not only had herself to think of, but she also had hers and Vegeta's child to think about as well. Panic stuck her at the last thought. She had to get out alive. Her child deserved to live...
The soldier let out an 'Oomph' as Bulma plunged an elbow into his stomach in an attempt to break free. The lanky, but muscular man cuffed her on her head, knocking her out. He tossed her over his shoulder and continued down the hallway, down to the belly of the ship where Dadoria's dungeon was.
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He watched as she twitched in her sleep. She had been unconscious ever since he was placed in the cell. They placed him on the opposite side of her. He sat on the grimy floor, his wrists chained above his head... something he could easily tear apart... that is if it weren't for the ki draining device around his neck that acted as a glorified bark collar.
His tail tightened around his waste as he looked over her battered and bloodied face.
This wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to end differently, he was supposed to gain the strength of a god and defeat his foes and live the rest of his life out, happily, with his bride at his side.
Vegeta let out a curt and dark chuckle.
Who was he kidding? He knew it would end like this all along, and he managed to pull his mate down with him... and his cub. His cub... his heir. Despite the dire situation he and Bulma were in, his chest swelled with pride. His women was carrying his child inside of her. If it was the last thing he would do, he'd fight to the death if it meant giving she and the child a glimmer of hope of getting out of there alive.
The Saiyan's eyebrow rose as Bulma moaned and her eyelids fluttered open. Her eyes barely opened as she slowly pulled herself off of the ground and leaned up against the bars and tried to use her hands to steady herself but found that they were bound and chained. Her eyes flew open and panic flooded her blue orbs as she pulled at the chain and took in the all too familiar surroundings. This was the place that her nightmare's took place.
"Woman."
Bulma looked directly across from her and sighed at the site of her mate.
"Vegeta." She said weekly. Her head hurt like a son of a bitch, and she felt like half, if not most of her face was covered in blood and grime. "I'm so sorry." She cried out, tears overflowing onto her cheeks.
"Calm down, woman." He said gruffly. He didn't mean to have it come out so harsh. He waited until her sobs quieted and then cleared his throat. "How long have you known?" His voice was sullen and less gruff.
She shook her head, knowing what he meant. "I found out literally before I was taken."
Vegeta's jaw clenched.
"I don't want to die down here." She whispered.
The prince sighed softly and hung his head. He wanted to promise her that she wouldn't die and that he'd make everything better. But it would have been a lie... and he didn't want her to have false hope and didn't want her dying thinking he was a lier.
"Little One," He said softly. Bulma looked up at him, her eyes still watering. "I lo-"
"Well, well. Look who it is." Both Bulma and Vegeta looked over to see Dadoria at the bars to their cell. "Frieza said he had a surprise for me, I just didn't know it would be my favorite prince AND the little blue haired slut!" He laughed and rubbed his giggling pink belly. He then sauntered to Bulma's side of the cell and crouched down so he was at eye level with her. "We are going to have a lot of fun together, my blue pet. And your Saiyan get's to watch as I have my way with you... over and over and over again." He threw his head back and laughed hysterically.
It was all Vegeta could do to swallow the primal scream that was trying to break free.
I know I know. Cliffhangers... but I had to end it here...