Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Heroes ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Andais Jacobs 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: don't own it. Enjoy
After some debate, we followed the purple haired man. As we touching down behind him, Vegeta and I split off from the group sitting away from the them.
“Let’s spar.” he said in a gruff voice.
“Are you sure?” I asked, smirking. “I wouldn’t want to get that pretty pink shirt of yours all dirty.” With one tug, he ripped the shirt to pieces. Everyone in the group looked startled for a second. I took my sword off and laid it down gently. We sparred for a few minutes before he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me close to him.
“Stronger and quicker than I remember.” He held me like that for a few seconds before my face turned red.
“Vegeta! You’re hurting her!” Bulma screamed. As she yelled at him, his grip lessened a bit giving me enough room to get a away. I spun on my heel and delivered a strong round house kick to his jaw.
***********
He watched her every move. She said her name was Corbin. He couldn’t place her face but he had heard the name. All of a sudden it hit him. There was a grave marker at the capsule corp. compound that had her name on it. He tried to remember the date on it. She had been buried between Goku and his father and had died sometime between Goku’s death and the fight with the androids. Had he ever asked his mother about her? He couldn’t remember. She was amazing. Her lithe body moved like a dancer as she avoided and blocked punches and kicks, throwing a few herself. He was so caught up in her and he barely felt Goku approaching.
************
I watched as a black spiky haired man climb out of the tiny spaceship. So this must be Kakarrot or Goku as they call him here.
“Hey guys!” he said, cheerfully. “Where’s Frieza?”
“Well, you won’t believe it but this guy took care of him.” Bulma said putting an arm around the purple haired man. “He knew exactly where you would land too.”
“Do you know him?” Krillin asked.
“No, I’ve never seen him in my life.” Goku answered.
“Goku,” the purple haired man said. “I need to speak to you. In private.” A loud shout of protest went through the group.
“It’s okay guys.” Goku followed the young man across the crater that his ship had made. I watched in awe as they both transformed into super Saiyans and sparred. They stopped abruptly and started talking. After a few minutes, the purple haired man disappeared and Goku came back.
*************
As the young man prepared his time capsule, he began thinking about her again. ‘Should I warn her? Should I tell her she’s going to die?’ he thought. He put the idea out of his head as he thought about what his mother had said.
“Don’t muck around in their lives. Give Goku the antidote, warn him about the androids, and leave. We don’t want to alter their future too much.”
He looked down at the gathering as his time capsule rose above them and waved good bye.
*************
The green one with the big ears broke the news to us. We had three years to prepare for the androids. As the group dispersed, the blue haired woman named Bulma approached me.
“You’re welcome to stay with me. Vegeta stays there too.”
“Thank you for your hospitality.” I said, bowing slightly.
“Come with me, brat. I’ll take you there.” Vegeta said, taking off into the air. I followed him, catching up quickly.
“We’re right behind you.” Bulma cried. “Come on, stud.” She grabbed a hold of Yamcha and they followed.
“I saw you on Namek. I thought you were dead after you left for here and didn’t come back.”
“Well obviously I’m not dead. Our training starts in the morning. I will come and get you.” He was quiet for the rest of the flight. I looked up at the golden dome as we landed. This place was so big she could have housed an army in it. What the hell did she need all this space for? I quickly learned, as Bulma gave me the grand tour, that Bulma and her father, Dr. Briefs, were scientists and they needed the space for there lab which took up the entire golden dome. Bulma took me to her room to get me some clothes for the night.
“Corbin?” Bulma said from inside her enormous closet.
“Yes?”
“Honey, I don’t want to sound rude but, how old are you?”
“Fifteen.” I replied.
“My goodness! You look and act so much older than that. Well, anyway, I just wanted to know because I’m going to buy you some new clothes tomorrow. I wanted to make sure I got something age appropriate.” I looked down at my uniform. Had I really worn this same style all my life?
“Thank you, Miss Bulma. You are very generous.”
“Honey, call me Bulma, no miss stuff.” she said coming out of the closet with some clothes in her hands. “I have a pair of PJ’s for you and a set of clothes for you to wear tomorrow.” She lead me to my room. “If you need anything the intercom is right beside the door. You just press the button and talk. I’ll hear you as long as I’m in the compound.” She left me alone in the huge room almost five times bigger than my last and only room. I put the clothes on the desk and crawled into the king size bed.
*************
I was standing in the middle of a room full of adult soldiers. The door burst open suddenly and someone grabbed my shoulder.
“Go hide.” he said urgently. I ran to a row of cabinets and got inside.
“So, your planning to resist me?” asked a harsh, husky voice. My father, the man that had told me to hide, and a very young woman pushed to the front of the group. “I take it you two are the leaders?” Frieza looked at the guards and they grabbed them. “Take them away.” he paused. “Their daughter is in the cabinet on the far side of the room, bring her too.” We were taken to the throne room and my parents were thrown on the floor at Frieza’s feet. I was taken to the side.
“The punishment for treason is death. Is there anything you’d like to say before your sentence is carried out?”
“You will meet your down fall, Frieza. I only wish I could be there to see it.” my father said.
“Too bad for you.” He killed both of them in the blink of an eye. I kept quiet and tried to force the tears back as Frieza approached me.
“Now as for you, girl. When ever you think of resisting me, I want you to remember this day. And if that’s not enough, look at this.” He placed his hand on my upper arm and seared my flesh with his ki. After everyone had left, I walked to the bodies of my parents. I took my father’s sword and my mother’s necklace.
“I promise, Daddy. I will become big and strong like you and I’ll never give up your fight.” Something crashed behind me. I ran from the room and head first into what felt like a brick wall.
“Come with me, brat. I’ll take care of you now.” I followed Vegeta down the hall and to my room.
************
I woke up covered in sweat from the dream. I hadn’t thought about that night, nine years ago, in some time. As my pulse went back to normal, the door to my room busted open.
“It’s time to train.” I grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts from the pile of clothes Bulma gave me and met Vegeta down in the kitchen for a bite to eat. We trained in the back yard of the compound for a few hours and came in shortly before lunch time.
“Hello you two.” Bulma said as we came into the kitchen. Vegeta sat down and started gobbling food.
“I’m going to take a shower.” I said and went to my room.
*************
After Corbin left the room, Bulma turned to Vegeta.
“Did you put all those scars on her? That burn mark on her arm looks horrible.”
“That scar came from Frieza, the night he killed her parents.” Vegeta said between mouthfuls. He finished eating quickly to avoid more questions.
“Oh Vegeta?” she said as he was leaving. “You’re tearing up my grass. Take your fighting somewhere else.” He was gone by the time she finished her sentence.
*************
‘I really don’t know how she convinced me to do this.’ I thought to myself. Bulma and I were standing in the middle of hell. She called it the mall. By the time she was finished shopping for me, both of our hands were full of bags and they barely fit in the car.
“Oh! You know what I’m going to do?! I’m going to throw a party for you!” she exclaimed as we approached the compound. “It’s going to be fabulous! We’ll have it tomorrow night.”
“Can’t wait.” I said sarcastically. She didn’t even catch it.
************
At six pm the next night, Bulma was standing in my room trying to dress me like a doll. She had chosen the black satin sleeveless dress. It stopped at the knees and had, what Bulma had called, tulle underneath the skirt to make it puff out. She pulled a pair of strapy black two inch heels out of the box and put them on me.
“Now what do we do with your hair?” I pulled my shoulder length black hair up into a bun.
“What about this?” I asked her.
“That’s perfect!” I grabbed my mother’s necklace off the night stand and put it on. The v-neck of the dress displayed it perfectly.
‘I could get use to this. I like it here.’ I thought to myself, not that I had much to compare to. I had been born on Frieza’s ship and had only been off of it a handful of times to exterminate planets. She took my hand and spun me around once.
“You’re ready.” The golden dome of Capsule Corp., a.k.a Bulma’s lab, had been cleaned out for the party and the crowd inside was huge. Bulma took my arm and lead me around to meet everyone. Most of the people were elected government officials that had contracts through Capsule Corp. but as I scanned the room I found all the people that were on the cliff two days ago.
“A toast!” Bulma said after she’d introduced me to most everyone there. “To Corbin, our new friend. May she find comfort and happiness in my home and on our planet.” Cheers rang through the dome and I finished my fourth glass of champagne. The room slowly started to empty as the night grew on.
“Corbin, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Kakarrot asked me.
“Not as far as I know.” I answered, my head swam a bit.
“We would be honored if you would come by tomorrow and train with us at my house.”
“Of course, I’ll be there.” I walked to the bar to get another glass of champagne.
“You look very lovely tonight.” I turned to face the voice. It was the dark haired one with the scars on his face, Bulma’s boyfriend Yamcha.
“Thank you.”
“You really are beautiful.” he said, caressing my shoulder. I looked around the room noticing all the government officials were gone and the only people left were the fighters from the cliff. I drank the rest of my champagne and set my glass on the bar.
“Have you ever been punched in the face by a Saiyan?” I asked, ordering another glass of champagne.
“As a matter of fact,…” As I turned from the bar to Yamcha, I put my full strength into my swing, punching him right in the jaw. He sailed across the dome and landed at Vegeta’s feet. He looked at me with a smirk on his face. Everyone circled around Yamcha and then looked back at me.
“Oops.” I said, sipping champagne
After some debate, we followed the purple haired man. As we touching down behind him, Vegeta and I split off from the group sitting away from the them.
“Let’s spar.” he said in a gruff voice.
“Are you sure?” I asked, smirking. “I wouldn’t want to get that pretty pink shirt of yours all dirty.” With one tug, he ripped the shirt to pieces. Everyone in the group looked startled for a second. I took my sword off and laid it down gently. We sparred for a few minutes before he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me close to him.
“Stronger and quicker than I remember.” He held me like that for a few seconds before my face turned red.
“Vegeta! You’re hurting her!” Bulma screamed. As she yelled at him, his grip lessened a bit giving me enough room to get a away. I spun on my heel and delivered a strong round house kick to his jaw.
***********
He watched her every move. She said her name was Corbin. He couldn’t place her face but he had heard the name. All of a sudden it hit him. There was a grave marker at the capsule corp. compound that had her name on it. He tried to remember the date on it. She had been buried between Goku and his father and had died sometime between Goku’s death and the fight with the androids. Had he ever asked his mother about her? He couldn’t remember. She was amazing. Her lithe body moved like a dancer as she avoided and blocked punches and kicks, throwing a few herself. He was so caught up in her and he barely felt Goku approaching.
************
I watched as a black spiky haired man climb out of the tiny spaceship. So this must be Kakarrot or Goku as they call him here.
“Hey guys!” he said, cheerfully. “Where’s Frieza?”
“Well, you won’t believe it but this guy took care of him.” Bulma said putting an arm around the purple haired man. “He knew exactly where you would land too.”
“Do you know him?” Krillin asked.
“No, I’ve never seen him in my life.” Goku answered.
“Goku,” the purple haired man said. “I need to speak to you. In private.” A loud shout of protest went through the group.
“It’s okay guys.” Goku followed the young man across the crater that his ship had made. I watched in awe as they both transformed into super Saiyans and sparred. They stopped abruptly and started talking. After a few minutes, the purple haired man disappeared and Goku came back.
*************
As the young man prepared his time capsule, he began thinking about her again. ‘Should I warn her? Should I tell her she’s going to die?’ he thought. He put the idea out of his head as he thought about what his mother had said.
“Don’t muck around in their lives. Give Goku the antidote, warn him about the androids, and leave. We don’t want to alter their future too much.”
He looked down at the gathering as his time capsule rose above them and waved good bye.
*************
The green one with the big ears broke the news to us. We had three years to prepare for the androids. As the group dispersed, the blue haired woman named Bulma approached me.
“You’re welcome to stay with me. Vegeta stays there too.”
“Thank you for your hospitality.” I said, bowing slightly.
“Come with me, brat. I’ll take you there.” Vegeta said, taking off into the air. I followed him, catching up quickly.
“We’re right behind you.” Bulma cried. “Come on, stud.” She grabbed a hold of Yamcha and they followed.
“I saw you on Namek. I thought you were dead after you left for here and didn’t come back.”
“Well obviously I’m not dead. Our training starts in the morning. I will come and get you.” He was quiet for the rest of the flight. I looked up at the golden dome as we landed. This place was so big she could have housed an army in it. What the hell did she need all this space for? I quickly learned, as Bulma gave me the grand tour, that Bulma and her father, Dr. Briefs, were scientists and they needed the space for there lab which took up the entire golden dome. Bulma took me to her room to get me some clothes for the night.
“Corbin?” Bulma said from inside her enormous closet.
“Yes?”
“Honey, I don’t want to sound rude but, how old are you?”
“Fifteen.” I replied.
“My goodness! You look and act so much older than that. Well, anyway, I just wanted to know because I’m going to buy you some new clothes tomorrow. I wanted to make sure I got something age appropriate.” I looked down at my uniform. Had I really worn this same style all my life?
“Thank you, Miss Bulma. You are very generous.”
“Honey, call me Bulma, no miss stuff.” she said coming out of the closet with some clothes in her hands. “I have a pair of PJ’s for you and a set of clothes for you to wear tomorrow.” She lead me to my room. “If you need anything the intercom is right beside the door. You just press the button and talk. I’ll hear you as long as I’m in the compound.” She left me alone in the huge room almost five times bigger than my last and only room. I put the clothes on the desk and crawled into the king size bed.
*************
I was standing in the middle of a room full of adult soldiers. The door burst open suddenly and someone grabbed my shoulder.
“Go hide.” he said urgently. I ran to a row of cabinets and got inside.
“So, your planning to resist me?” asked a harsh, husky voice. My father, the man that had told me to hide, and a very young woman pushed to the front of the group. “I take it you two are the leaders?” Frieza looked at the guards and they grabbed them. “Take them away.” he paused. “Their daughter is in the cabinet on the far side of the room, bring her too.” We were taken to the throne room and my parents were thrown on the floor at Frieza’s feet. I was taken to the side.
“The punishment for treason is death. Is there anything you’d like to say before your sentence is carried out?”
“You will meet your down fall, Frieza. I only wish I could be there to see it.” my father said.
“Too bad for you.” He killed both of them in the blink of an eye. I kept quiet and tried to force the tears back as Frieza approached me.
“Now as for you, girl. When ever you think of resisting me, I want you to remember this day. And if that’s not enough, look at this.” He placed his hand on my upper arm and seared my flesh with his ki. After everyone had left, I walked to the bodies of my parents. I took my father’s sword and my mother’s necklace.
“I promise, Daddy. I will become big and strong like you and I’ll never give up your fight.” Something crashed behind me. I ran from the room and head first into what felt like a brick wall.
“Come with me, brat. I’ll take care of you now.” I followed Vegeta down the hall and to my room.
************
I woke up covered in sweat from the dream. I hadn’t thought about that night, nine years ago, in some time. As my pulse went back to normal, the door to my room busted open.
“It’s time to train.” I grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts from the pile of clothes Bulma gave me and met Vegeta down in the kitchen for a bite to eat. We trained in the back yard of the compound for a few hours and came in shortly before lunch time.
“Hello you two.” Bulma said as we came into the kitchen. Vegeta sat down and started gobbling food.
“I’m going to take a shower.” I said and went to my room.
*************
After Corbin left the room, Bulma turned to Vegeta.
“Did you put all those scars on her? That burn mark on her arm looks horrible.”
“That scar came from Frieza, the night he killed her parents.” Vegeta said between mouthfuls. He finished eating quickly to avoid more questions.
“Oh Vegeta?” she said as he was leaving. “You’re tearing up my grass. Take your fighting somewhere else.” He was gone by the time she finished her sentence.
*************
‘I really don’t know how she convinced me to do this.’ I thought to myself. Bulma and I were standing in the middle of hell. She called it the mall. By the time she was finished shopping for me, both of our hands were full of bags and they barely fit in the car.
“Oh! You know what I’m going to do?! I’m going to throw a party for you!” she exclaimed as we approached the compound. “It’s going to be fabulous! We’ll have it tomorrow night.”
“Can’t wait.” I said sarcastically. She didn’t even catch it.
************
At six pm the next night, Bulma was standing in my room trying to dress me like a doll. She had chosen the black satin sleeveless dress. It stopped at the knees and had, what Bulma had called, tulle underneath the skirt to make it puff out. She pulled a pair of strapy black two inch heels out of the box and put them on me.
“Now what do we do with your hair?” I pulled my shoulder length black hair up into a bun.
“What about this?” I asked her.
“That’s perfect!” I grabbed my mother’s necklace off the night stand and put it on. The v-neck of the dress displayed it perfectly.
‘I could get use to this. I like it here.’ I thought to myself, not that I had much to compare to. I had been born on Frieza’s ship and had only been off of it a handful of times to exterminate planets. She took my hand and spun me around once.
“You’re ready.” The golden dome of Capsule Corp., a.k.a Bulma’s lab, had been cleaned out for the party and the crowd inside was huge. Bulma took my arm and lead me around to meet everyone. Most of the people were elected government officials that had contracts through Capsule Corp. but as I scanned the room I found all the people that were on the cliff two days ago.
“A toast!” Bulma said after she’d introduced me to most everyone there. “To Corbin, our new friend. May she find comfort and happiness in my home and on our planet.” Cheers rang through the dome and I finished my fourth glass of champagne. The room slowly started to empty as the night grew on.
“Corbin, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Kakarrot asked me.
“Not as far as I know.” I answered, my head swam a bit.
“We would be honored if you would come by tomorrow and train with us at my house.”
“Of course, I’ll be there.” I walked to the bar to get another glass of champagne.
“You look very lovely tonight.” I turned to face the voice. It was the dark haired one with the scars on his face, Bulma’s boyfriend Yamcha.
“Thank you.”
“You really are beautiful.” he said, caressing my shoulder. I looked around the room noticing all the government officials were gone and the only people left were the fighters from the cliff. I drank the rest of my champagne and set my glass on the bar.
“Have you ever been punched in the face by a Saiyan?” I asked, ordering another glass of champagne.
“As a matter of fact,…” As I turned from the bar to Yamcha, I put my full strength into my swing, punching him right in the jaw. He sailed across the dome and landed at Vegeta’s feet. He looked at me with a smirk on his face. Everyone circled around Yamcha and then looked back at me.
“Oops.” I said, sipping champagne