Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"What's someone as lovely as you doing way out here, all by yourself?"


Bulma looked up from the romance novel she was reading to come face to face with armoured abs. She shrieked and jumped off the rock she was sitting on, dropping her book to the dusty ground, she backed away from the man casually standing before her. He made no move to follow her and so she stood still then, taking in the sight of the being before her.


'Great! I'm going to kill Krillin and Gohan for leaving me here all by myself.' She thought to herself.


She had been cooped up in her little Capsule house for two days now and she felt as if she was starting to develop Claustrophobia. Being a spoiled little rich girl, space had never been a problem for her. Even in hotels, she had penthouse suites with enough room for entire armies. But besides that, she was an adventurous outdoorsy type of girl who liked to feel the sun on her skin and the breeze through her hair. So hiding out in her one bed roomed, tiny lounge and kitchen Capsule house, on a strange Planet with no signal for her mobile phone, was not an easy feat for someone like her to accomplish. She was Bulma Briefs, next in line to take over the multibillion dollar company that was Capsule Corporation. She expected lavish treatment and indulging in whatever took her fancy whenever she felt the urge to. She roamed Countries freely, when she wanted to and had never had to think twice about purchasing anything that caught her eyes or that captured her sentimental soul. She possessed a mind like Einstein's and was bored easily if her technologically brilliant mind and nimble inventory fingers were not continuously stimulated with new projects. Or shopping for the latest fashion, or getting her nails and hair done, or just fluttering her social butterfly wings. Now though, looking at the muscular man before her, who was obviously a fighter and looked like he could kill her twice over with his baby finger, she wished she had just hid in the damn house which was concealed deep in a cave. That at least might have been safe!


Her big blue eyes clashed with amber flames that seemed to glow brightly in the sunlight. A light shade of lime green skin with silky emerald green hair made the man before her seem like he had just appeared from the blushing pages of her romance novel or the erotic realms of her fantasies. He was gorgeous, plainly put and she was tempted to say something completely stupid like, 'Green is my favourite colour!' She was glad however to not hear those incredulous words leave her mouth.


But dressed in those spandex briefs and fitting armour, with his muscled body made the blood rush to her head. Though if it weren't for the fact that she was aware that the armour he was wearing made him one of the evil Frieza's men, she would have swooned at his rich accented voice. It was definitely the fear that he probably would kill her and possibly did want the Dragon Ball that she had in her possession, allowed her not to flirt with the man before her. Bulma was not a fickle being but she had always found it entertaining to admire good looking men and often indulged in harmless flirting. But she had to remind herself that this was not Earth and the normal rules of social etiquette or innocent conversing or drooling over edible men could not apply here and would most likely land her in situations she would definitely not be able to handle.


A month ago, after the Saiyans had come to Earth and killed most of their fighters, including Piccolo, Bulma, Krillin and Gohan ventured to the Planet Namek in search for the original Dragon Balls. Kami, the good half of Piccolo, had been Earth's Guardian. He had created Earth's Dragon Balls but with Piccolo's death had come Kami's end and so the Dragon Balls had vanished with the two Namekians. One of the fighters who had met their untimely end was Yamcha, Bulma's long term boyfriend. Although, standing here now, eyeing this hunk before her with only the fear that he may kill her stopping her from fluttering her long eyelashes at him, no one would have ever guessed. Although to be fair to her, Yamcha and Bulma were "on and off" so often, that she didn't even know if they were "on" before he had died.


"I'm not alone." Bulma said, trying to keep the nervousness hidden from her sweet voice. She intentionally left out the fact that she was alone at that very moment.


"Oh, where are your companions then? A lady of your beauty should not be left alone in ... times like these." The man before her said with a small tilt of his sensual lips. He obviously wasn't Namekian but what species he was she didn't have a clue.


"Who are you?" she asked, ignoring his question.


"I am Zarbon. First in command to the great Lord Frieza." He introduced, with a small dip of his waist. His bow, although very charming, was simultaneously alert. She could understand why any man working for that monster they called Lord would always need to be on his guard, she had witnessed the horrors that the lizard tyrant had wreaked upon the poor souls of Namek and felt anger at the fact that she was powerless to stop the injustice of the maniacs actions.


Goku had always been the brave and determined one, not to mention strong enough to defend Planet Earth and yet she had always found herself contributing to his victories over their evil enemies in some way, even if it was by just standing on the sidelines and cheering him on. And although the Namekians were willing to martyr themselves to ensure that evil would never win, all their attempts died in vain. Bulma's thoughts went back to Zarbon and even though she couldn't imagine what it must be like to be a slave she noticed that Zarbon also held a strong note of pride in his words and in his stance, just as the long term staff of Capsule Corporation would have when claiming their positions in her family company. And why shouldn't he when he was a Commander? Even if it were for a cruel, sadistic bastard who killed people to take over their worlds and rule in fear, no in absolute terror at just the sound of his cold name! It made her consider what kind of man Zarbon really was under that layer of pretty boy looks and muscled strength. "And who might you be?"


His question was softer than the natural tone of his voice and Bulma couldn't tell if he was flirting with her or threatening her. 'Kami, I shouldn't have gone so long with one man.' The thought unwillingly came to her mind. Although she was a shameless flirt she was faultlessly faithful to Yamcha and ensured that any man, who wasn't her boyfriend, knew that she was never going anywhere with her innocent sociability. Now though, in hindsight, it might have been a better idea for her to have gone on more dates. Committing yourself to someone at the tender age of sixteen probably wasn't the best idea, especially since Yamcha had been her first boyfriend. For how else would she know if Yamcha was truly the one for her or if she could possibly have the same, if not a more passionate, reaction to someone else out there?


"What do you want?" Again she ignored his question, though this time she would be disappointed by his reply. Well not very disappointed. His husky chuckle would have melted any woman's bones, and she was no different! Always she had been a sucker for the good looking bad boys, who always seemed to make their own rules, it made her drool over them more.


"I have answered one of your questions, do you not think it is fair for you to answer one of mine now?" He asked her rhetorically, continuing when she offered no reply. "We can pretend it is a little game if you would prefer it." He said almost teasingly with a lazy wink.


'Yep! He's definitely flirting with me.' Bulma thought as she looked at his sparkling eyes and playful smile. His tone was thick with mischief.


"I'm Bulma."


"Bulma." Her name left his sensual lips in a seductive roll of his thick tongue. He looked as if he were made to bring a woman pleasure, but there was something that aroused goose bumps on Bulma's hands that her brilliant mind couldn't name. Maybe if she had stopped ogling him and thinking what it would be like to sleep with someone either than Yamcha, for a few seconds she would have figured it out.


'But did he have to say my name like that? It sounded decadent, rich and promising with seduction.'


"I assume you know why I'm here."


It wasn't a question, a simple statement that said he knew as much as she did, if not more!


"No. I don't." It was a lie and his knowing smile said he knew as much, but she was not going to let him win this little guessing game that they had going without a fight.


"Well I am here on business, though there is nothing to say that I should not delve in a little fun in between." His voice promised sensual delights yet there was something in his tone that suggested otherwise. He was a man of the worlds, that much she could tell, but there was an emptiness in his rich amber eyes that gave nothing to everyone. Not even mercy! She felt herself involuntarily shudder at the thought of this man getting closer to her. Sure she had admired his masculinity but she did not like the way he looked at her. It was not an easy look. It made her feel extremely uncomfortable in her very own skin and in a poof of pink smoke her wild sexual fantasies evaporated as she realized it was because she was afraid. Afraid that he would definitely hurt her physically and scar her emotionally.


Bulma stood still, as still as she could, while trying to mask her fear and shaky composure. She tried her hardest not to twitch though the moment Zarbon took a step closer to her she immediately took a step back. It was instinctual, self preservation, whatever you wanted to call it but she could tell he didn't like it! She wished that someone would save her now, Goku, Yamcha, Krillin hell even Gohan would be much better equipped at dealing with the situation that she now found herself in. She couldn't defend herself from Earth men, who were considerably weaker than most, much less than a fighter from another species who had the ability to manipulate energy. She watched as his eyes immediately ignited from playful sparks to a deadly fire and Bulma thought that he would pounce on her if not burn her with his flaming gaze and so her initial suspicions about his deadly nature was confirmed. And she was sure he would have done the first of her terrified suspicions had it not been for the sudden appearance of a muscular body that lodged itself directly in between Zarbon and herself. It was a body she thankfully had some sense of reorganization of, though she didn't know if she were now safe or in graver danger!


Vegeta had watched Zarbon gaze at the blue haired woman, who he had no doubt was a weakling from Earth, as if she were a particularly tasty piece of meat that Zarbon wanted to devour whole. Not that he could blame the green amphibian for she was a gorgeous female, but Vegeta was no stranger to Zarbon's sadistic appetite for the fairer sex. The man was a charmer on the outside but on the inside he was a wild beast that ripped the essential essence from a woman only to leave behind a broken and empty shell, scarred physically and mentally in the ever flowing blood from their violated bodies. Vegeta didn't care of course, Zarbon could do as he pleased with whom he pleased but Vegeta had a score to settle. The green bean had left him for dead after transforming into his uglier self and beating the Saiyan in battle. Though, through Frieza's greed and stupidity Zarbon himself had had to retrieve the Saiyan Prince to heal so Vegeta could be tortured for the whereabouts of the Dragon Ball he had managed to occur. Fortunately Vegeta had escaped from those idiots and he was on a new mission now. Killing Zarbon!


Now why would he allow Zarbon to have one last moment of blissful indulgence when Zarbon's death could be given to the green man with lingering regret! Vegeta had been intrigued though to watch the little female look upon the man with unveiled interest and how she had immediately not got up and bolted. He had seen the emotions that flickered in her blue depths that looked as if they could unravel the steadiest buildings in their wake, before she concealed them in her dark pupils. It was however, when she had looked closely into Zarbon's eyes, a trick many failed to learn even after years of being in his acquaintance, was she truly able to see the horrors he would have unleashed on her if she had allowed him free rein of her lush body.


Striking fear in anyone within the blink of an eye was something Zarbon revelled in doing and once he had set his eyes on the female before him there was no hope for her. Until he had come along of course! He knew that Kakarot's brat and that midget Earthling, who had wanted to stab him when he was at his weakest, were here so it was obvious that she was their companion too. Yet who she was he had no idea. She had an insignificant energy level and therefore was of no interest to him.


Vegeta only wanted to deny that bastard Zarbon, who had made the Prince's life a living hell for as long as the Saiyan could remember, one last treat before ripping his life from him. Vegeta felt the female cower away from him at the mention of his name. She no doubt knew who he was from his little escapade to Earth, though the only cowering she should really be doing was from the green freak Zarbon. Vegeta would not waste his time killing such a weakling as herself.


"Vegeta." Zarbon spat the name venomously. "What are you doing here?"


It was true that Zarbon was in fact searching for Vegeta to retrieve the Dragon Ball the Saiyan still had but the monkey couldn't have picked a worse time to show his arrogant face. Zarbon was hoping to have a little play time with the woman before him. She was a beautiful specimen with all the added assets and it had been a while since he had played some. He had been on many strenuous missions for Frieza recently and just when he had thought he would have a little recreation time after his arrival at the main base Frieza had ordered Dodoria and he to accompany their master to Namek and it was really taking its toll on him. He just wanted to fuck someone, anyone, but there being a sexy creature before him was an opportunity too good to miss. He almost licked his lips in anticipation.


"Come now Zarbon, I thought we were playing a little game of hide and seek. But since I see you have become slightly ... distracted." Vegeta mocked, waving a hand towards Bulma who was still standing behind him, watching the events before her unfold with genuine curiosity and the hope that they would both just go somewhere else to resolve their issues. Somewhere far away from her. "... I thought I would come and find you." Vegeta gave Frieza's commander and right hand man his classic smirk, filled with arrogance.


Vegeta heard the woman behind him snort at the way he had addressed her but he did not look back to acknowledge her presence. What was wrong with the woman? She was in a volatile situation that was bound to blow up at any minute and possibly take her with and yet she stands there snorting like she had the right to. Foolish creature!


"You know you cannot defeat me monkey. So I will tell you what, since I am feeling rather generous today how about you run along and try to hide from Frieza, for he will not be as lenient I am." Zarbon faked empathy while delicately moving stray strands of hair from his well defined face.


Vegeta wanted to laugh at Zarbon's words. However he knew that the best bets were placed last. After almost two decades of serving under Frieza and the idiot Zarbon didn't know the most important points about Saiyans. And everyone knew the first rule of battle was to know your enemies. Yes, Zarbon had managed to beat Vegeta today and he had left him for dead, only Zarbon had had to transform to beat him using maximum power. Then, under Frieza's orders, Zarbon had placed Vegeta in a Regeneration Tank to heal. Saiyans get stronger after they heal from a battle and would then be able to defeat their previous opponent providing the opponent stayed at the same power. So Vegeta knew he had the ability to now beat Zarbon to a bloody pulp, coursing through his veins, just waiting to be unleashed.


Bulma saw the way Zarbon's shoulders had tensed at the sign of Vegeta, who she had recognised from Baba's Crystal Ball back on Earth, and how he had become impatient to have her. Yep, she hadn't read him wrong, the tall green guy wanted to get into her pants. At first she didn't know if that should make her run for the hills or take of her pants and jump him. She most probably would have done the latter if he hadn't been one of Frieza's men and he hadn't looked at her with such deadly eyes. She was glad for Vegeta's little intervention, although she didn't know if that placed her in a safer or more dangerous position than she had been in. She had seen the cold hearted Saiyan at his most merciless, and then heard from her friends that he was a hundred times worse than that. So how do you trust a man like him, a man who killed his own kind? You don't! Though she had to admit there was something eerily tempting about the way he approached Zarbon, like a predator targeting its prey. She couldn't help but notice his graceful stance, broad shoulders, lean hips and taut bottom. He had a really nice ass and he hadn't looked that good through the Crystal Ball! Maybe it was all the male testosterone fighting for dominance around her that was appealing to her inner cave woman side but with that ridiculously black gravity defying spikes and a musky male scent that he brought with him, he was really just making her want to turn him around and see if he was good looking or not.


However, there was a scent of unmistakable danger in the air that surrounded these two men and she was breathing in that very same air, which sent an insuppressible shiver through her. Though, silly as it may sound, she couldn't help but feel like a damsel in distress or one of the heroines from her many romance novels at that point. With the fierce air of danger and two exotic men before her, both seemingly ready to rip out each other's throats, which she could easily pretend was a fight to the death for her, she wanted nothing more than to ride off into the sunset with her hero. The only problem was, it would be difficult to find a setting sun background on Namek, what with its three suns and all, or horses for that matter and not to mention the two men before her were cold blooded killers with no intention of ridding of with her to anywhere.


"Vegeta, you are being rather foolish right now, why don't you just leave us alone."


Vegeta had never known Zarbon to be anything but calm and collected. The fact that he sounded almost desperate really made Vegeta enjoy his little stop off. Ever since his little trip to Earth, he could sense energy levels without Scouters and he had known that Zarbon was without Frieza, that was why he had followed Zarbon here.


"Do you think anyone would want you at your transformed state Zarbon? And that is what you would have to become to defeat me." Vegeta could not help but mock.


Vegeta had the pleasure to witness Zarbon flinch and actually see a light pink stain his green skin. 'This will be fun!' Zarbon was a man who valued his beauty above all else and he hated his transformation into a large crocodile looking animal with scaly skin, bloated cheeks and less his precious mane of silk. And how much sweeter Vegeta's victory would be because of that. And add to that that Zarbon would have to transform before a woman he wanted to couple with ensured that nothing else could have sweetened Vegeta's ultimate revenge anymore than it already was.


With his mind made up Vegeta attacked Zarbon head on, not even giving the green skinned man a chance to transform first.


Bulma watched in horrified fascination as Vegeta and Zarbon went at it like a pair of wild animals. She had seen enough of fights since she had been sixteen, so she was able to watch most of it, but it was not anything out of the unusual for her to be literally stunned by the action. However, it never failed to impress upon her how strong these beings actually were. As Bulma's thoughts ran along in her brilliant mind, as they always did, she almost looked straight through Zarbon's transformation. It must have been what Vegeta was referring to. Of course she had seen Goku transform at the full moon when he had his tail, but this was different. Zarbon obviously had the power to transform at will, but it was the actual transformation that truly shocked her. Zarbon had gone from an utterly gorgeous specimen to a freakishly ugly creature.


For some reason Vegeta spared a look at the blue haired Earth woman who was watching the battle with interest. He was surprised to see that she could keep up with the lightning speed that he and Zarbon were battling in but she couldn't be a warrior. She looked too ... too delicate, for a lack of a better word, to engage in battles. Plus she had a positively nonexistent energy level. Although for some reason, ever since he checked her energy it seemed to stick in his side like a sore thorn. It was like the niggling feeling that you would experience if there was something important to be done that you didn't do.


He was however, pleased to see the horrified expression on her face at the sight of Zarbon's transformation. Her blue eyes were shinning with disbelief as they stared at his enemy like burning balls of fire. Her lush lips were formed in a perfect 'O' shape and one tiny hand was on her chest. His momentary lapse of concentration however earned him a fierce punch in the face from Zarbon. Cursing every female species in the Universe, for being nothing but mindless distractions, Vegeta wiped a small trail of blood from the corner of his mouth before charging at Zarbon.


Vegeta powered up to his full level, for some reason wanting to beat Zarbon without breaking a sweat and giving the other male a gruesome death seemed very appealing to him. He wondered, only for a split second though, if some part of him wanted to impress the female spectator they had acquired. However, he instantly dismissed the foolish idea and realized it was only to pay Zarbon back for the years of cruelty he had experienced at the green man's hand.


Vegeta put as much of his power as he could muster into his right hook before plunging his fist into Zarbon's stomach. Blue blood splashed out of his enemy's body and around his fist as Zarbon hunched over from the pain. Vegeta heard the female behind him gasp and for some reason his smirk widened and his chest puffed out. But out of the corner of his eye he could see that she had not enjoyed his coming victory but looked completely disgusted by the scene before her. 'Weak woman, must have never seen death before.' She looked extra pale and her large eyes were wide would fear. At the sight of her fear, inexplicably, Vegeta didn't pull out Zarbon's insides out as he had planned to do, yet he gave them a powerful squeeze to enjoy the look of helplessness and horror on his enemy's face.


"Vegeta, please! Do not kill me. I was just following Frieza's orders, it was nothing personal you know." Zarbon begged for his already diminishing life. However all he earned from Vegeta was a cold and disbelieving smirk. Zarbon knew that he had gone out of his way almost all the time to try to humiliate and crush the Saiyan Prince for he disliked the favour that Frieza had bestowed upon the Saiyan, but he had to try something, even begging. His life was at stake! "We could join forces and defeat him to ..." But Zarbon never got to finish his desperate pleas as a ball of energy from Vegeta's hand, which was still lodged inside of Zarbon's abdomen, sent the green man flying a few feet away into a green lake. Vegeta felt Zarbon's energy level finally extinguish from its deteriorating state and knew that his enemy was dead!


Bulma thought she might throw up at the sight before her. She had never witnessed a murder before. Yes, she had seen Yamcha die, but that had been from watching the Crystal Ball, which had been similar to watching a bad action movie on the television, but that had been quick and painful. The Saibaman responsible for her lovers death had latched onto him and then self destructed, taking Yamcha into the next dimension only with a blinding blast of energy. This however was taking place right before her very own eyes. She could see the blood leave Zarbon, watch his face and body contort in pain and smell the scent of incinerated flesh. She could tell that it was purposely drawn out in his last minutes for pure and selfish revenge! It was a sight that would forever be etched into her memory and she knew that no matter how long she lived for, nothing would ever erase it from her mind. And to watch the man who had so easily killed still stand before her when she was completely helpless against him only heightened her despair. She was no fool, she had seen the way his eyes had lit up when his fist buried itself into Zarbon's flesh and how his cruel looking smirk grew at Zarbon's death.


Bulma knew that she had to get away from him. He would break her into tiny little pieces if she didn't, yet she knew that if he wanted to he could find her even well after she ran. What she needed was a hiding place to conceal herself from Vegeta. Bulma knew that the Saiyans used Scouters to trace energy levels and she had not seen one on Vegeta. She wouldn't have missed a brilliant piece of technology as that, especially since she had one of her own at home on Earth, from Radditz' arrival and imminent death, which she had transfigured to her own liking. So she decided her best option would be to hide in her Capsule house which was efficiently concealed in the depths of a cave nearby. It was also a good plan for she was sure it would outsmart Vegeta. If he did want to find and kill her he would have expected her to run away from him, run far away from him and not stop running until she reached the end of this world. So cupping her mouth with her hand so as not to throw up her lunch or alert Vegeta to her sudden plan Bulma turned and ran towards her cave.


Vegeta was feeling more powerful than he ever had before. It felt good to be disposing of his enemies one by one. First Dodoria, now Zarbon and hopefully the next to die at his hand would be Frieza. If only he could get his hands on all seven Dragon Balls and make his wish for immortality before Frieza and those Earthlings did. He knew Frieza wanted to wish for the same thing as he did and from his visit to Earth he would bet his wish that those sentimental fools wanted to wish back their dead friends. Reminded of his mission Vegeta turned around and at the empty space before him he realized the woman had run away from him. It was a silly act for if he had any interest in going after her, he could easily catch her. He searched for her energy, locating her position as he would do for any enemy, before frowning deeply. If she had wanted to get away from him, which he was sure she had, then why was she only a few feet away and stationary. He couldn't see her yes but he could still feel her close by and even if she didn't know that he could now sense her she also didn't know for sure that he wouldn't come after her either. But of course, her hideout must be around here and what could she possibly be hiding here if not a Dragon Ball.


A small detour was in order for the Saiyan Prince and he immediately followed the energy that would lead him to it.



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