Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deviant ❯ Tension ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: It's obvious from the lack of quality in this story that I don't own any show as successful as DBZ, or any of the characters thereof.

 

Author's note: I deleted `lesbians for a change', I really didn't know where to go with it. If someone would like to use the basic storyline, and idea, or the entire thing, go ahead.

 

Chapter one: Tension

 

It seemed the only ones there who were not displaying outward nervousness were Vegeta, Picolo, 18, and Bulla, in other words, all those without emotion. Trunks kept pacing, Gotten was rubbing his hands together, and fidgeting a great deal, and Goku was laughing without any humor, Krillen kept repeating “Oh kame, oh kame,” while Yamcha chose to crack jokes about the impending doom, “What's absolutely unbeatable and headed our way, Heh heh, Brolly!”

No one found them very funny, unless you count Goku, whose laughing was not coinciding with the jokes. Yet Pan, who had always prided herself on being tough was flipping out at every attempted joke.

“He is NOT unbeatable!” followed by a growl and pacing. They could feel each murder, every single little ki being snuffed out.

Finally Vegeta said what the rest of the stoics had been thinking. “Would you all calm the fuck down?” Piccolo and 18 nodded their agreements. Bulla seemed to be calculating something spectacular, probably tactics for the upcoming fight. It was hard to believe that there was a time when she abhorred violence. After she ran over a deer in her car all kinds of awful bloodlust had been awakened in her. She hadn't been the same since, even her father called her training schedule excessive. She went months without sleep, ranting about more power, more speed, more strength, more ki, more, more, more. Once she had been the girl who cured Aids at eleven years old, the daughter of Bulma Briefs. Now she was an absolutely obsessed warrior, the `son' of Vegeta no Oggi.

Trunks stopped pacing at his father's words and leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms and waited, always overeager to please his father, thinking that if he acted like Vegeta, Vegeta would like him more. Briefly a thought passed about the traitor Gohan who refused to fight anymore. Everyone was way ahead of him, all the non-100% -humans anyway. Even Pan had surpassed him, and of the all the hybrids, she was the weakest. She was too human, and Bulla always made sure she didn't forget it, constantly harping on this and that feature, So. Very. Human.

Yamcha was gay, he was very gay, and Krillen didn't let him forget it. “Faggot” this and “Fairy” that, there was never an end to the attacks. Often times Vegeta would tell Krillen to shut up, and Krillen would shut up, he was still very afraid of Vegeta. Everyone knew Vegeta was Bi, and everyone knew he really had to restrain himself when Krillen picked on Yamcha.

They were a group divided as Brolly came back from the dead, out of nowhere. Even Bulma had gone from utter to shock to “Disaster,” to “Impossible,” and ended on “Unity.” “I love you all so much,” tear, sob, hug Vegeta.

 

The ship continued its ominous crawl toward the random planet Brolly was purging. Bulla had insisted that they take two or more ships, which would be less risky, but Goku said they needed to stick together for moral. Bulla brought three ship capsules and split them up among the people she deemed were most likely to survive, leaving out all those that had made a habit of dying in big fights like this.

Goten was frightened, and what made it worse were those four `people' who were not frightened, especially Bulla. She had surpassed all of them in a small fraction of the years they had put into the art. She was too smart, smarter than Bulma, and too strong, stronger than Goku, and too scary, scarier than Vegeta. Whenever he was around her, he felt impotent, and he knew that with the exception of her immediate family, everyone else felt the same way. It was all fun and games before she threw out the whole pacifist thing, now she was an undefeatable enemy. Even if they beat Brolly, and he knew that she would if they couldn't, what about Bulla? Surely Vegeta wouldn't raise a harmful hand to his `son' no matter how insane she went. Trunks wouldn't be much use in that fight either. He could feel the tension on this ship and it was unbearable. They should have listened when Bulla suggested they take separate ships. `It's just too much,' he thought. Feeling his stomach tighten.

Trunks hadn't moved an inch in a while. He knew that he was the designated scientist on board this ship, because Bulla gave everyone the creeps. What would they do if he and Bulla were both dead and they needed something… technical… Damnit. All his thoughts were repeating what ifs and they all ended the same… What would he do if his father died and Bulla went psycho?

Goku had never in his whole life felt like this. He couldn't remove Bulla from their group, not after all the times he'd forgiven and trusted people who didn't deserve it. Bulla had done nothing to loose his trust, well, she had surpassed him, by a lot. He wanted to say that competition wasn't apart of it, but when he was the strongest he could trust people, after all, when they betrayed him he could beat them. He had always defied the odds, he had always persevered. But then again, he'd always had his friends. If he had to fight Bulla would Bulma be on his side? Would Trunks? Would anyone? Vegeta sure wouldn't be, he knew that. Vegeta would resign himself to the deepest hell for either of his children, no matter how bad they got.

 

Vegeta knew what they were all thinking. Yamcha was worried that Krillen would pick on him, Krillen was worried that Yamcha would hit on him, and everyone else was worried that Bulla was the greatest evil since Stalin. At this point even he was worried, and he felt he was the only one with a right to be worried, after all he had been worried since the day she was born. He called her his `son', his `boy', so that he wouldn't have to think about it, ever. These morons were taking that denial from him and he didn't like it.

“Bulla, let's train. If any of you are in dire peril and absolutely need our assistance send Trunks to retrieve us.” Trunks knew this was an invitation for him to train with them, instead of a command, but he declined, muttering something like… that sounds like a good idea… even though training right now seemed like the furthest thing from a good idea.

 

It didn't help that they could all feel each ki as Brolly slaughtered it. They were weak, they were terrified, they were suffering and then they died, followed shortly by a confusing laugh from Goku. It was hard to know what to feel when a ki passed. While the Z fighters knew that this innocent would stop suffering whatever torture Brolly cooked up, they knew that it would mean he could now move on and harm others. Goku was so, thoroughly confused by this he didn't know what to do or what to think; he just laughed.

Vegeta went to his knees and eased back on his heels in the gravity room. Bulla followed suit and began to meditate. Her father was so wise sometimes, this was perfect after all. Meditating, she could ignore the all consuming despair she felt, and perhaps, not even feel it. For a while now, she really hadn't felt anything but that despair. It came with knowing her destiny, which in itself sucked the enjoyment out of life. After all, why should she care about all the useless trappings that surrounded her, why should she care about other people, when she knew they would not follow her into her future. It was… depressing. And yet, she did care. Some how, she still cared. That was what ignited the despair.

Her parents had always treated her differently. At first she thought she was adopted, but when she was five, Vegeta started inner control training with her. He told her fantastic stories about the curse on the royal line began. “My great great great grandfather was the most dishonorable, lowly, scum Vegeta-sei ever had as a king. He took a mate and bonded to her, which is scared as you know, but then he committed the worst of sins by taking another mate. His lust was unsatisfied even with two mates and the only harem ever to exist on our world. He wanted someone exotic, someone who was not Sayian. When a young woman came from Disque-sei, he thought he had found all he wanted. He lied to the young woman, and told her that his only mate had died. When the first mate threatened to tell, he had her murdered in her sleep, and the people were outraged by this. They could not believe the dishonor of their wayward king. The second mate, an intriguing and powerful young Sayian, claimed motherhood of the daughter and heir to the throne, declaring the king unfit to be a father, a king, a Sayian, or alive. Her challenge was heard by the young girl, who became more and more infuriated. Plotting carefully, she took the child and left. To this day no one knows where, but when she returned the child was more powerful than the legendary. She had an ultimate power inside of her, a demon whose only desire would be to conquer such injustice. However the demon consumed her and she became reckless, throwing away all honor. The demon has since cursed all females of the royal line. Once the demon wakes, they loose control over it. Our people began to call this demon “Devious”, a form of insanity. I do not know if you have been spared from this demon because you are half human or not, but not all royal females are subjected to it. You must choose not to awaken it.”

She was always confused on whether he believed Devious was good or bad. She was confused herself. She knew that because of this she would never be normal, but it would make her extraordinary. She wanted to be strong, to be this controlling force, this god-like warrior, who could call the shots and say what was right and what was wrong. Other times it scared her. There were so many what ifs, so many philosophical questions about absolute power. Sometimes she just wanted to be human, like Pan.

Realizing that she could not meditate properly, she pushed off ground with the ball of her foot, making a small thud. She was very efficient at such automatic things like standing up and walking, always calculating ways to take up less time and energy. She walked back into the large `living room' of the ship, where everyone but her father was gathered. As she entered Piccolo announced that he was going to go meditate. She leaned against a wall closer to 18 than anyone. Pan and Yamcha had started playing cards, and they appeared to be gambling with their socks, some clean, some not. “I'll raise you a clean white sock.” Bulla smirked, gambling with laundry, what a novelty. At least they'd calmed down some.

“Hey Bulla,” Pan called, “Wanna play?” Her face was so warm and inviting and there was something else Bulla couldn't place.

“I don't play such frivolous games, it's far too human.” At the sound of the old tired insult Pan was actually bothered. She even stood up and took a few steps closer to emphasize her words.

“You're half human, you know. Common, it'll be nice to rediscover your heritage,” she said it with more spite than intended and she started to regret it when Bulla began striding towards her. The area she was now standing did not have many people around. Yamcha was the closest and he couldn't be relied on for strength. It did seem to get everyone's attention though.

Bulla gently glided Pan's hair away from her ear. She leaned forward and whispered, “You don't get it do you? I think all that humanity is really sexy.” Pan's jaw dropped, and the Z fighters assumed that Bulla said something pretty cruel. She just turned heal and left the room, deciding to avoid it for a while. She went to her quarters, and prepped for combat. She really didn't feel like a death machine, she didn't even look like one. She didn't really want to kill Brolly. And it would come down to that, everyone knew. If killing a deer had done this, what would killing a person do?