Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ The Rebels ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or its charatcers? Not even a teeny weeny bit? Damn!

Quick Note: (This is probably the only one that I'm writing for this story). Here's a new fic that I wrote (you guessed it, it's DBZ), inspired by one of the books that I just finished reading, and due to the various e-mails that I've received, I have decided to make this a lemon. It's my very first one, so don't expect too much! I hope you all like it.

Let's see…What changes did I make? Oh! I made Bulma phyiscally strong (but, not nearly as strong as someone, say…Vegeta?), and she fights with a sword. This takes place on Vegeta-sei, where Vegeta is automatically King. I think that's all of the major ones…

So here we go…my first lemon…eek!

Facing it Together

Chapter One: The Rebels

"Bulma, are you sure that there's nothing we can do?"

Bulma turned to her best friend. "I honestly can't tell you, Chi Chi. We're going to where ever the ship's cooridinate are set, whether we like it or not."

Chi Chi gripped the side of her seat. Instead of returning to Chikyuu, they were heading to Kami knew where. What luck. First, they had to fly to Planet Sabren in search of the Corona Dragonballs, only to find out that they never existed in the first place, and now the ship that they were on just decided to malfunction. She hoped that it didn't lead to too much trouble. Chi Chi glanced at her friend. How could Bulma be so calm? They could very well be flying to their deaths, and she wasn't even shaking!

Bulma watched as the ship headed for a huge red planet. Her ship's computer link still worked, and it verified it as a planet called Vegeta. What a strange name for a planet…Bulma checked to make sure that her seatbelt was secure, since they were about to enter the planet's atmostsphere. The name didn't matter to her, the people did. Hopefully, its inhabitants were peaceful, otherwise she would have to use her blade to settle matters. She hated conficts.

She looked at Chi Chi. "Brace yourself," she said calmly. "We're going through the atmostsphere."

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"Control tower, there is an unregistered ship approaching."

"Prepare for landing."

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Bulma was relieved that the computer had taken them to some sort of space harbor. Their ship dropped its landing gear, and soon, the ship halted on the tarmac. Bulma unstrapped her seatbelt and smoothed out her dark blue outfit. "Alright, let's see if these people welcome us." Chi Chi nodded as she pushed the button for ship's door.

Chi Chi walked out first. It seemed normal enough. She watched as two men approached her, speaking to her in some language. She recognized it as a supposedly dead language that Bulma had insisted they learned, just in case of some emergency. She supposed that it did come in handy.

"My name is Chi Chi," she spoke to them. "Our ship's not responding to our coordinates. It needs to be fixed."

One of the men stared at her, then at her ship. A strange ship to travel in for a Saiyan, it was hardly round at all. His eyes came back to Chi Chi. She had no tail. Was she even a Saiyan? She looked so much like one, from her black hair to her dark eyes. She was the correct height of a Saiyan female, slightly tall, but not as tall as the shortest of the males. Who was she?

"Chi Chi, are they friendly?" Bulma asked as she decended the ramp, making sure her sword was in place, prepared to be there for her in case of any hostility. She stopped walking when the men dropped to their knees, bowing to her. "What are they doing?"

"Please forgive our insolence! We were unaware!"

"Unaware of what?" Bulma asked when she recognized the language they were speaking.

"Allow us to escort you to the palace!" One of the strange men asked her.

"Alright, but tell me what the hell is going on!" Bulma turned to Chi Chi, who just shrugged her shoulders.

A vehicle arrived, and the men shoved the two women into it. Bulma sat across from Chi Chi, resting her elbows on her legs. "Okay…so what do you think?"

"I'm not sure. They said that we're going to the palace, right? Maybe every unexpected visitor has to go directly to the palace."

"Well, possibly. But that doesn't explain the bowing."

Chi Chi leaned against the back of her seat. "I don't know, but I hope we soon find out."

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He watched as his head scientist knelt before him, giving him the standard bow. "King Vegeta."

"Did you complete the task that I had assigned for you?" Vegeta asked.

The scientist looked down. "No, Ou-sama. But if you give me enough time-"

"If I recall correctly-and I always do-I gave you three months to finish it. That was more than enough time."

"But Ou-sama, there is no way I can make you a training device, stronger than your own men in only three months!"

"You're are right. There's no way that you can, seeing how your time is up and now you are useless to me." One gloved hand rose and sent a ki blast to his chest. "Clean up this mess!" Vegeta yelled. He sighed. "Now, what is the next order of business?" he asked one of his highest guards, Turles.

"Sire, a ship landed only moments ago."

Vegeta propped his elbow on the arm of his throne and placed his head on his hand. "And this matters, because…?"

Just then, the doors opened, revealing two women. One, definitely a Saiyan, but the other…he wasn't so sure. Her skin was the right color, but her hair and eyes were a distinct shade of blue. She had a pleasing face and a slim body. The sight of her sword brought a flicker of amusement in his coal black eyes. What did she need that for? She didn't even look strong, let alone strong enough to carry a weapon.

The two females stood before him, and after a moment of hesitation, they bowed. "King of Vegeta-sei," the Saiyan woman began. "Our ship is currently down. We apologize for the inconvience."

"And you would like to get it fixed, is that it?" Vegeta asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she bowed again.

"Nappa!" A giant stepped forward as Vegeta barked out his comand. "Have the mechanics work on their ship at once."

He hardly noticed the expression that flickered in Nappa's dark eyes before he bowed and said, "Yes, Ou-sama." He turned on his heel and left the room.

"If I may ask, Ou-sama," the blue-haired girl started. "There was a strange occurance that happened to us after we had landed. The men that had approached us and started groveling. We have no-"

"What possesed you to wear blue today?" Vegeta interrupted.

Bulma blinked. What kind of question was that? "Um…" She looked down at her dark blue clothes. "I've…worn this color for as long as I can remember. Why?"

"On this planet, certain colors verify a Saiyan's rank. Red, for instance, signifies the third class; Green for the second class; and Black for the first class. Blue is the royal color of Vegeta-sei. Since you are flaunting my colors around, and you resemble that of a Saiyan, my people infer that you belong to me. That is the reason behind the groveling."

"Oh, I see…I'll go and change my clothes, if you want." Bulma offered.

Vegeta waved a hand. "It no longer matters. Upon walking in here, you've already stated that you have something to do with the royal palace. By now, you will be treated with respect, of course, not nearly as much as the respect that my people give me."

"Well," the other woman spoke up. "It wouldn't be for long, anyway; only until the cruiser is repaired."

Bulma nodded. "How long until our ship is fixed?"

"I'm a king, not a technician." He turned to Turles. "Since the woman is apparently staying here, show her and her friend to some of the guest chambers."

Turles bowed to Vegeta. "Please, come with me," he said to Bulma and Chi Chi. They exited the room and followed Turles.

Bulma marveled at the splendor of the palace as they walked towards their destination. Vegeta-sei was one wealthy planet. The deep blue walls were either decorated with tapestries or silver paned windows. As they passed one wall with portraits, Bulma asked Turles, "Who are these people?"

Turles turned to look at the paintings and rose an eyebrow. "Isn't it obvious? Those are the Ou's ancestors. They have ruled this planet for many generations, without any outside help-that is, until our current Ou. He seeks help from the Mohaninites, a planet that is based on machines and technology."

"Why would he need help?" Chi Chi asked.

"He hopes to become the strongest in the universe, so he's willing to try any type of training-including any type of machine. The Mohaninites exchange their technology for protection against their strongest enemies."

"Technology in exchange for protection?" Bulma said thoughtfully. "You mean an alliance?"

He nodded. "You could call it that." If she didn't know any better, Bulma could have sworn that a wave of bitterness had swept over Turles, making him seem a little uneasy. He suddenly shook his head. "I shouldn't keep you from resting. Come, I'll show you to your rooms."

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"Where is he? He should have been here by now!" Radditz complained as he crossed his arms.

Nappa leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his bald head. "Patience, Radditz. He'll be here soon."

"I hope we can act sometime soon," a Saiyan named Taya spoke up. "I'm tired of groveling to a king that shouldn't even be on the throne in the first place."

"King Vegeta is trying to turn a warrior's race into a bunch of techno idiots." Radditz said. "He's even having the geeks make up plans for weapons, knowing full and well that Saiyans were made to fight with their bare hands!"

Another first-class warrior, Limato glanced in Radditz's direction. "Don't worry. I know Turles will come up with something. But, for now, we have to play it cool. If we're found out before we're ready to make our move, you know what will happen."

"We'll all be dead." Nappa said. "I have respected King Vegeta for the first few years that I was serving him. His father had high hopes for him, that's why I stuck by his side. I don't think for one minute that his father would've liked to see his son as weak as he has now become."

Taya pulled a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "If he had won against his son when the challenge was issued, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"That's true," a voice came from behind them.

"Turles! What took you so long?" Radditz demanded.

Turles walked to the center of the room. "I was escorting the new guests to their rooms, as King Vegeta requested."

Limato rose a black brow. "New guests?"

"Yes, some citizens from a planet named Chikyuu had just arrived about half an hour ago." His lips turned up into a wicked smile. "They are currently staying in the royal palace."

"Really?" Taya asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes. It seems that one of the women crossed King's City, dressed in blue."

"And I assume that people saw them?" Radditz interrupted.

"Yes."

"Great, just what we need-another delay for the rebellion."

Turles' eyes lit up. "On the contrary, Radditz. If Vegeta-ou is distracted by his new guests, then how much attention do you suppose he will pay to us?"

Nappa grinned. "Ha ha…So, we're finally going to do it."

Turles nodded. "Yes, my friend, we are."

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Author's Note: So, trouble is brewing at Vegeta-sei? What will happen? Find out in the next chapter…and please review!