Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Genesis ❯ Chapter 7

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Chapter 7



Planet Calista


White beaches stretched for miles meeting clear waters of a deep blue ocean. Giant palm trees and tropical flowers spread across the landscape in a beautiful mosaic of color and life. At the barrier where the vegetation met the sand rose a palace made of spiraling light pink coral and blue-tinted, sea-polished glass that shone like a mirage in the hazy ocean heat. Bulma's jaw dropped as she took in the site from the ramp of the ship. The castle was like something out of a dream and the scenery was a National Geographic spread.

The planet's inhabitants were making their way across the sparkling sand to the ship, the men dressed like Mr. Popo and the woman clad in flowing dresses of various colors. At the head of the group was a woman, her dress was red and her brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She was smiling brightly, her eyes warm and loving. Bulma trusted her immediately.

"Kami, to what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" her voice sounded like the sea shell wind chime Bulma's mother purchased one long ago vacation in Hawaii.

"I wish the reason I am here is was a pleasant one, but unfortunately it is not."

"I feared as much when I didn't see my brother among your companions. I wish to hear this news in private. Come, follow me to the palace, there will be time for introductions there." She said calmly, gesturing for the travelers to follow her to the carefully crafted palace. They were led to a large receiving room where servants brought sweet-smelling drinks and foods in various colors to them on trays inlayed with sparking seashells. "Forgive my abruptness, my name is Calista, matriarch and ruler of planet Calista. I know Kami quite well, forgive me for being rude in not introducing myself earlier."

"It is fine Calista, we all understand your urgency in wanting to hear what has happened on Earth. As you have noticed, Mr. Popo is not with us, we lost him when the Earth exploded." Kami said gently. At his words tears sprang into Calista's warm eyes. She listened with her head held high and her tears held back as Kami relayed the story of Earth's demise. "And that is why we have come here. I hate to be a burden to you during such a rough time, but we need your help." Calista smiled gently at Kami.

"You could never be a burden to us Kami. You were my brother's dearest friend for many years and I thank you for that. My people and I are more than willing to help you with whatever you need. Knowing that your quest will hopefully bring an end to Frieza's cruel reign makes it a worthy endeavor indeed."

"Thank you." Kami said, smiling at the ageless woman. She smiled, her eyes sparkling brighter when she met Kami's eyes. Looking away, she called the servants to come forward.

"Let's forget about that for now, it looks like you all could use some rest and, by the looks of those four, some medical attention. Get some rest and don't hesitate to ask my serving staff for anything you may need. We will discuss your mission over dinner. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go pray to the Goddess for my brother."

"Of course." Calista swept from the room, her dress billowing out behind her like waves.

"Please, follow me. I will lead you to your chambers." One of the servants said. They followed her out of the room.




Bulma was so overwhelmed by the beauty of the castle that she didn't pay much attention to anything else as they were led to the wing where their quarters were located. They each got their own room, which delighted Gohan to no end. He was so excited that he smiled for the first time since they left Earth. Bulma glanced around her own room, taking in the luxurious beauty. It was done in soft blues and pinks to match the windows and coral of the building. There was a mural on one wall depicting animals that looked somewhat like dolphins jumping through breaking waves. Her bed was large; probably big enough to fit three people, with a pink headboard carved like a seashell. She quickly found the bathroom and decided to take a shower, she was still covered with dirt and sweat from the desert. Faintly, she could still smell Vegeta on her clothes. It wasn't an all too unpleasant smell, he smelled very masculine. But she didn't want his scent clinging to her so desperately. She stripped off her clothes and jumped in the shower.

After she was done she realized that the only clothes she had were the ones she was wearing and they were dirty. She pulled them on, the scent of Vegeta still clinging to them, and left her room in search of a servant who could hopefully direct her to some new clothes.

::I think it was this door:: she thought, opening one of the doors on her right. She walked into a darkened room that was much like her own. There was light coming from the bathroom. She was about to turn and leave when she heard a soft gasp coming from the bathroom. She debated for a second. Her mind was dying to investigate, but she didn't want to intrude on something that probably wasn't her business. Turning to leave, she heard the gasp again. Curiosity got the better of her as she snuck slowly over to the half-open door and peeked inside.
Vegeta was holding onto the counter, his shirt and armor lying around his feet. There were small beads of sweat on his forehead and the Saiyan had gone completely pale. His hands were gripped around the counter as his arms trembled almost imperceptibly. She noticed the blood on his fingers, now a pinkish smear across the marble countertop.

"Vegeta?" she asked quietly, stepping into the bathroom. He turned slightly, shock and pain masking his features. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am. Now leave me." He said coldly as he straightened up and glared into the mirror. But Bulma caught the reflection of blood running down his side when he executed his fluid movements.

"You're bleeding!" she cried, coming fully into the bathroom to inspect his wounds. Ignoring his startled glare, she ran to his side and saw the large gash that ran horizontally at his waist. It was almost six inches long and shedding dark, heavy blood like a waterfall down his body. He had rolled down the waistband of his pants for better access to the wound, and it had turned black from the blood, it had obviously been bleeding for awhile. He snarled and turned away, making something small and silver glint in the light. Then she saw the surgical needle and medical thread hanging from one side of the cut. He was stitching himself up, and from the pale shade of his skin, he was doing it without anaesthetic. "Oh my God Vegeta, you need medical attention! Let's get you to the med center."

"I told you I'm fine."

"You need help!"

"I need no one's help! Now get out of here before I destroy you!" he snarled. His lips were drawn tight; the effort it had taken for him to growl menacingly at her had almost knocked him unconscious. She looked into his eyes, anger and pain boiled in the black tar. He thought she had another motive to helping him. He didn't want to show any weakness.

"Kill me after I finish." She said, her voice level as she kept their eye contact. She turned on the hot water and thrust her hands under it, scrubbing with the soap until her skin was red from the force. Grabbing a towel, she knelt on the floor on his wounded side. He wanted to kill her, but he was too tired. His body was ready to collapse, only his will kept him standing and it was fading quickly. Dabbing at the wound with a towel, she mopped up a little of the fresh blood he had drawn with the stitches. He had cleaned the wound before he started with meticulous care, she was impressed.

"Do you have any anesthetic?" she asked, meeting his eyes. The look he shot her was answer enough.

She gingerly took the needle in her hands and willed herself to remember everything she had ever learned in first aide and from volunteering at hospitals when she was younger. She wanted to be a medical doctor for a long time before deciding to follow in her father's footsteps. Touching his skin softly, she inched closer as he glared down at her. She took a deep breath and concentrated on her work.

The needle pierced Vegeta's skin and felt him tense, but he didn't make a sound. He kept his eyes locked on the opposite wall and somehow, his knees didn't shake at the new pain.

::Why is she here anyway?:: he thought to keep his mind off the pain. His ribs felt like a skinned knee compared to the needle.

"Where did you get the needle?" she asked, still concentrating on her work. He glanced at her. What was she doing, trying to keep his mind off the pain? He scoffed.

"A true warrior is always prepared for any situation, I had it with me on the slight chance that I might be injured." She nodded slightly as she came to the end of his wound. She had noticed the severe bruising on his torso.

::His ribs might be broken.:: She tied off the stitches and stood, handing the now bloody needle back to him. "I'm going to wrap your torso because you look a little bruised. I'm sure it's nothing but it'll make me feel better." She didn't want to have to point out another injury. She knew by the look of contempt in his eyes that he had wounded his pride by allowing her to help him, but logically he knew he needed the help. If he was still in Frieza's army the med techs would have thrown him in the rejuvenation tank. Why should this be any different? He rolled his eyes.

"You humans and your stupid feelings." He hissed, raising his arms so she could wrap the thick bandage around him, yet another thing he happened to have with him. She was amazed that he was so resourceful.

Nervously, she placed bandage on his broad chest, holding it in place. She could feel the muscles move with his breathing, see the sinews in his neck ripple with the slight movement of his head. She slowly unrolled the bandage, pulling it tight and sliding her arm around him to grab the roll from behind his back. She should be scared to be this close to him, but he hadn't hurt her in the crevice and there had been no space between them at all. She could still feel the beating of his heart against her back.

"There. You're done." She said stepping back. He looked at her coldly, his scowl never disappearing. "Well. I'd better go, I've got stuff to do." She rinsed her hands again, figuring she could scrub them later, when she wasn't under the cruel gaze of Vegeta. She was almost to the door of his room when she felt a hand on her wrist. He spun her around, making her look at him before letting her go.

"If you value you're life you will never mention this to anyone. Understand?" he hissed. She glared at him before putting her hands on her hips.

"You know, you really need to learn some gratitude." She hissed back, her voice just as threatening and menacing as his had been. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, her blood pounding in her ears from the rage boiling in her blood. She didn't see his lips turn up in an amused smirk.