Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Juggernaut ❯ The Final Fury ( Chapter 5 )

Juggernaut

By The Eternity Dragon

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The Final Fury

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The ship rocked and rolled uncomfortably, the air was hot and sticky, causing strands

of blue hair to cluster across her face.

Bulma groaned and leaned against one cool metal wall, trying to ease the tension in

her stomach.

Turning to the only window in the concrete prison, she watched as the small forlorn

blue planet drifted further and further away; butterflies began to shift around inside of

her moving the small meal she'd eaten hours before.

She'd never been on board a spacecraft, and certainly not in such a rickety bucket of

bolts as this one seemed to be; it groaned and creaked, as thought the walls were

about to be ripped from the sides.

Earth looked so insignificant from here, a small blue speck in the endless abyss that

was space, Bulma sighed, pushing her clammy hair out of her blue eyes and glaring

aggressively at the door as it creaked jerkily open.

"I thought you might be hungry." The Saiya-jin said incoherently, putting a small metal tray on the concrete floor.

She just stared at him, what was he trying to prove?

Bardock raised an eyebrow, "You know in case you were hungry."

Silence, Bulma looked at the plate that consisted of a type of bread, some sort of meat and water. Hers eyes flickered back to Bardock unimpressed.

He smiled suddenly, the effect was miraculous it changed his whole disposition and made him seem so much younger and less intimidating.

"HUNGRY!" He said grinning, "You know,"

He mimed eating something with his hands, "Food!" and patted his stomach with his left hand and held some invisible food with his right while bringing it towards his mouth.

Bulma smiled, for the first time in years it felt, her facial muscles stretched painfully; making it feel unnatural and foreign on her lips.

He grinned at her, the scars deeply etched into his tinted skin; "Come on, you must be famished."

Bulma shook her head, if she ate anything now she'd only throw it up again later; pulling her legs up into her chest she leaned against the cool wall and watched as the Earth become swallowed up by the darkness.

He raised an eyebrow, and a steely glint surfaced in his dark eyes; "So you can smile."

He said icily, and kicked the tray with the side of his foot towards Bulma.

It skidded across the floor creating a loud screeching sound that made Bulma's skin tingle with agitation.

"And I though you were just a humourless ice queen."

Bulma glared up at him, her blue eyes dancing with fire mentally preparing herself for a battle of whims.

But none came, confused Bulma frowned; his eyes were sparkling mischievously for some unknown reason.

She briefly wondered if he was going to take advantage of her and amuse himself with her body, but…………..

He moved instead beside her and sat down, with a heavy clink of Saiya-jin armour, he sat crossed legged and pulled the tray towards himself and picked up the cup of water.

Raising it to her lips he tilted it back slightly so that a few drops of the cool liquid trickled across her cracked and thirsty lips.

Her tongue moved over their surface slowly; absorbing the untainted liquid he was giving her, at the detention centre the water had always tasted as though made of hard metallic metal.

This however tasted strangely different, it tasted; pure.

She took the cup from Bardocks rough hands and poured the rest of the liquid quickly down her throat, it swirled down the long tunnel soothing the raw and parched tissues and bringing her a little comfort.

Bulma lay back against the wall again and closed her eyes, she was satisfied it wasn't poisoned and the fact that it had actually been edible was also a nice convenience.

Bardock watched her awestruck, he had never seen anything like it before, she had come over all timid and withdrawn while he had passed the cup over her coarse lips; but as soon as the water had penetrated her mouth she had snatched the mug away greedily and gulped it down with as much gusto as any proud Saiya-jin he could think of.

"So," he said breaking the long silence as the ship rolled unsteadily to the right.

"How old are you?"

Bulma opened one eye blearily, and wondered briefly whether or not he was interrogating her.

"18" she said slowly watching carefully for his reaction.

He seemed surprised, his scars animating his face to give him the look of some battle scarred warrior.

A Saiya-jin warrior that is.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously, sitting up and moving away from him into the dark corner of the cell, that was bathed in shadows so he couldn't see her properly.

"I'm just asking!" he growled at her, his eyebrows setting into a deep scowl.

"Doesn't mean you can decide that I'm about to hurt you after asking a perfectly innocent question!"

Now it was Bulma's turn to scowl her blue eyes glittering madly she spat, "There is nothing innocent about Saiya-jins!"

The ship began to hum, and Bulma could feel the engines revving up, the over head speakers crackled into life and gave the impression that someone was talking under water.

"Burdock, we have clearance to engage warp, at what speed should I initiate the engines."

Bardock frowned, could Tiryn make no decisions on his own?

True, he was still very young, but constantly popping questions all the time like Nebari corn; it was most unsaiya-jin like.

"Tiryn, it's Bardock okay? Why don't we try warp 8, any faster and this old tub will probably fall apart. And try switching on the inertial dampeners for Frells sakes, I'm gonna throw up in a minute!"

This was followed by sheepish silence, "Yes sir."

Bardock shook his head, kids today, he should know his own Sons………..well son now; was like that as well.

He leaned against the wall staring out of the window as the ship went to warp, the humming noise pressed against his Saiya-jin ears eerily as though he was ten feet under water.

The girl stood up alarmed, he suddenly remembered how he had felt the first time he had ever gone at light speed; he'd been overcome by the dizziness and urge to black out.

The room span and darkened, Bulma felt the bile rise into her throat as she stumbled forwards, what as going on?

Why was the world spinning like this?

Why did it feel as though the world was closing in on her?

Why was the room going black?

"Make it stop."

She said, trying to prevent the contents of her stomach spilling across the floor, she could taste fear in her mouth, a bitter and relentless flavour.

"Please, make it stop!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, she had always hated roller coasters, the fear of death was too real for her, it haunted her every waking moment, movement and memory; pushing herself to do the impossible and break free of the nightmare.

She fell forwards onto the cold concrete floor only to be caught by the large Saiya-jin; she collapsed with a heavy thud against his hard and surprisingly stretchy armour.

Blue hair tickling her nose and falling into her eyes, she struggled to push herself away from him.

But relentlessly he hung on, and pushed her down onto the ground, forcing her to place her head between her legs.

The rushing sound stopped; the walls remained as they had always been, stationary.

The room came into focus again, someone was rubbing her one the back and telling her the first time is always the worst.

Bulma opened her eyes and gazed down horror stricken at her hands, they were shaking uncontrollably with the sudden adrenalin rush her body had just received.

She felt so weak.

She gazed up at the man beside her, who was staring at her with a strange look in his eyes, "What did you do that for?"

She asked, surprised at how her much her voice was quaking, Bardock smiled slowly, it was like the sun coming out to shine on a rainy day.

"My sons-son," he paused and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, seemed to regain control and continued without looking back at her.

"Was afraid of flying when he was little. The only thing he feared more was needles, and he's still mortally afraid of them today."

He laughed, a harsh gravely sound like pebbles being thrown into water; placing both arms behind his head he leaned back against the wall.

"When we get to Vegeta-sei, you can meet him, a blunder head of a Saiya-jin if there ever was one, but…………he's my son."

Bardock stopped for a moment, opened his mouth to continue but no words came out.

Bulma felt the inward struggle of conflicting emotions, and wondered what exactly had happened to his other child.

"How did he die?"

The cold tones of her voice, rang grimly against the freezing metal, he looked at her surprised, the deep mars in his face seemed to run endlessly into his skin, giving him age before his years.

"How did who die?"

Was he being stupid on purpose, or trying to avoid the question?

"Your son."

She wished she could have sounded more caring but her mouth didn't seem to be cooperating, the words were hostile and unsympathetic, they bred contempt and a long harboured hate for a people who had taken everything from her, stolen her humanity and her heart.

And here she was sniping frozen daggers to a man who had lost one of his own kin and part of his heart.

He didn't answer for a moment, he just stared at her emotionless, like an empty shell; until the words came flying out of his mouth in a tremulous growl that sent volts of electricity shooting down Bulma's spine.

"The B'hara."

The words hung in the air like a lingering disease for what seemed an age, each syllable harnessed to produce fear and resentment, pent up aggression flew through the words in a blind rage.

The B'hara?

Why did those words raise the hairs on the nape of her neck in such a horror stricken fashion?

"The B'hara?"

She spoke the words delicately, sounding out letters on her tongue, it remained there like a bad taste, refusing to go away and poisoning the air.

"The B'hara!"

He spat, his eyes fanned with a cold black fire, "The Demon enemy we all believed to be a myth from so very long ago.

They have come to reclaim what they believe to be theirs, the rifts between the universes has been broken and we are left to defend ourselves against the brink of annihilation that has only been witnessed once in a million years.

The final fury of a race bitter for revenge.

The B'hara, the unholy ones, rivals of an ancient race that birthed the Saiya-jin Empire.

Born from pure malice and the ignited passion of unadulterated destruction, they come to kill, and will stop at nothing to destroy what was once theirs.

To reclaim what they believe should be theirs, to them, the death of innocent millions means nothing, and to them the life blood of their victims is nourishment, the milk and honey of their miserable existence.

They feed off disease, harbour pain, live in loneliness, and consume death."

He stopped and sat up intransigently, his dark eyes threatening and dangerous, his whole disposition had changed, consumed by some ominous fire that was driving him one, pushing to exist through the pain and tears, forcing him to continue though every moment maybe indescribable pain and malice, he continued.

"200 years ago a rift was opened, the B'hara slowly began to creep into our universe, only to be plugged as the ancient champion Grethor defeated the invasion.

But slowly other portals have been opened, we have done what we can to stop them but the universe is limitless, and to our horror, the B'hara began to unleash the power of quantum singularities as a corridor to our universes."

Bulma gasped quietly, her blue eyes contracting, how was that possible?

"They have harnessed the power of black holes, and now they pour into this galaxy unadulterated, and soon they will consume us all."

He placed both hands on his forehead, rubbing his sore temples, the weight of the galaxy coursing through him, giving him weariness beyond his comprehension.

"My son, Radditz, he-" Bardock closed his eyes, wishing the unpleasant stinging in his eyes would disappear.

"He was on board a Cardassian freighter with his wife and his two daughters………I don't know what happened exactly, they were coming back to see me, back to Vegeta-sei.

I hadn't seen Radditz for 5 years ever since my promotion into the Saiya-jin elite science program.

We were assigned to cope with the 'situation', like hell we could!

The freighter came into dock but no one was driving,"

He paused again and took a deep shuddering breath that seemed to calm him down,

"All of them…………, dead. Untouched,……………. they just died, …………….how I don-. ……………….

Nothing on the scanners…………….. they couldn't detect……………….., but all of them dead,………………………… …….. eyes still open.

No blood, …………………………̷ 0;…every drop drained,………………………R 30; and the ship………By Grethor…………………….. you could almost hear the spirits still moving in the bulkheads.

And it's still happening,…………. whole colonies now,……….. they just die,……………. like a candle flickering …………on the wind.

All gone………….."

Bulma stared at the Saiya-jin incredulously, what had this got to do with her?

Was this why she being taken to Vegeta-Sei?

And what of all the horrors in the universe had the B'hara got to do with her?

"I don't………." she began but was abruptly shut off as Bardock jumped to his feet.

He looked alarmed and almost frightened at what he had just said, the look however of a deer caught in the headlights was soon replaced by the cold arrogance that all Saiya-jins seemed to have in abundance.

"We will arrive at Vegeta-Sei within an hour, you better eat what you can and wait here until I come to retrieve you."

Like she had any choice!

"But what has this to do with me?"

He frowned at her, his dark eyes pulled back into a menacing frown, "That will be told to you on arrival on Vegeta-Sei."

He turned to leave, but Bulma's unfeeling voice rang around his ears as he pulled the door to.

"I won't help you, I'll never help you, you have destroyed my home the way the B'hara are destroying yours.

And my God, I hope you all die."

Yes, Bardock thought, as he walked callously down the creaking corridor, as the 4 moons of Vegeta-Sei loomed into view.

Those blue eyes really did mean certain,

Death.

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Yes!

Things are starting to heat up, is Bulma gonna meet Vegeta?

How will their relationship aspire if Bulma can't get over her hate and prejudice of Saiya-jins?

And what exactly are the B'hara?

Well, you can read my next chapter and find out!

Can't you!

The Eternity Dragon

&

Murray