Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ The Predecessor ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4 - The Predecessor

Vegeta quickly returned to his pod, and blasted off before anyone could work out his location or supposed direction. He had decided that Tarrock must die, for betraying them at a time like this. It was such pathetic and weak behaviour, though it was almost expected from such a low class warrior. He went off into a sleep, despite it was to be a short journey, he let himself sleep to gather his strength.

Bulma exited the room and padded softly, still holding her shoulder, back to her room. On the way she almost bumped into another soldier of Fureiza. He had a lower power rating than Vegeta, but higher than hers. He was holding some food, which she looked at hungrily.

"Are you the wench his Lordship calls Bulma?" asked the creature, it was shorter than her and she resisted the urge to pat it on the head or point out her high advantage.

"I am" she said, trying to stand with dignity, and failing because her shoulder was still throbbing and in need of rubbing.

"I was ordered to bring you this food. Some bread, meat and here is a jug of water. Ration it, you will only get a pack this size every 2 days." he said curtly and thrust the food into her hands. Something warm and wet ran down her hand, she glanced and saw blood oozing from the joint of meat that, on closer inspection, was a recently severed leg from some poor creature.

"Ahh!" she shrieked and dropped it to the floor, to the amused look from the creature.

"Do you insult this generous gift from Lord Fureiza?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking annoyed at her.

"No, No I don't. I just...is there some place I can cook this? I don't want to eat it raw." she looked defiantly at the creature and the meat.

"What's wrong with raw meat? It tastes better than being burnt. If you like that revolting way of eating, just use your Ki to heat it." he turned to leave, but Bulma cleared her throat and he turned again.

"I don't have Ki. When I was working on my radar I found out pretty soon I was not strong enough to have one" she told him, and put her bundle of food on the floor, so she could put her hands on her hips.

"Figures." the creature snorted. Bulma scowled and pulled her scrap of notes from her pocket and pretended to read from it. "Look here, I have invented a ... ray gun, and if you want one with extra...ray bits, then you should teach me more about my Ki and how to make it stronger. You...you." she mumbled and tried to sound authoritarian.

The creature looked at her with disgust evident on his face. Her resolve wavered a bit and she was about to give up when the creature sighed. "Ok, forget the 'ray gun' it sounds pathetic. The closest you will get to a high Ki is looking through your radar at me, forget it. Pick up your food and scamper back to your room, stupid baka, and do the low class bidding Lord Furieza has you doing. Do yourself a favour and don't stop to think about Ki's. Just invent. The minute you stop, Fureiza will have no further use for you and kill you, much to the relief of this ship." with that remark, he stormed off. Bulma raised her eyebrows. The hideous creature had a point, and helped her out to some extent. She would keep two things in the invention circuit at a time, then when she had finished one, the other would still be in progress. She hoped she could keep it up for long enough. She grabbed her food and ran, with a new high, back to her dingy room.

She set out her food across her desk, and then realised a big box had been set on the floor next to the chair. She quickly forgot about her food and ripped open the box. Inside were the materials and notes from the last inventor. She grinned to herself and unloaded piles of disorganised paper and scraps of metal, material and small gadgets and tools. She lay them across the desk, and decided she must have some brain food before ploughing through the old discoveries.

She tore off a chunk of dry bread, and shoved it in her hungry mouth. She winced as she chewed the stale bread, but pretended it was supposed to be that way. When she had accompanied her father to some Capsule Corp. evenings, there had been a lot of posh people who would have eaten dung had it been given a fancy title or been claiming to be expensive. She mourned those simple days, long before Goku and the Dragonballs.

She eyed the chunk of meat and curiously picked it up gingerly, she closed her eyes and bit down on a chunk of the leg. It wasn't human, she could tell by the blue skin, but still she felt like a cannibal. It tasted revolting and she spat out the cold and slippery chunk out on the floor. She shuddered and sighed as she collasped on a chair. She knew she wouldn't be able to survive well with just bread and water, she needed meat so she thought she might as well get used to it. She picked up the leg again and bit it, chewed and swallowed, trying not to taste the horrible and sickly flesh. She bit a few more bites and then tossed it to one side. She had some more bread to take away the taste, then took a small swig of water. She felt she had to ration it, for water was, she presumed, hard to come by in space. While nibbling in a crust of bread she pulled out a book left by the last Head of Technology, who had met his maker in the name of Fureiza, or so she had gathered.

She leafed through a few pages and came across some interesting notes, on the warriors, rather than inventions. She scanned the page, her lips moving as she read hurriedly.

I have been here for a few years now, and I have calculated most of the species that are under the command of Fureiza. 1. Ledac-jins 2. Stekra-jins 3. Talorik-jins 4. Saiya-jins 5. Juaninan-jins 6. Haec-jins 7. Betatik-jins 8. Rucand-jins. Those are the only ones I have discovered and counted, though some have more warriors than others. Saiya-jins for example, there are only 3 warriors left, yet they are some of the strongest out of HIS fighters. There are also 2 forces of mixed species. The Polpek Force and The Ginyu Force. Although each culture has its own language, each warrior must learn the Universal language had he not been fluent in it. I, myself, am fluent in many languages although I did not know 3 before I came to work here. Now, thanks to past notes (see fig. 23) I am fluent in Ledacian, Saiyan, Juaninanian, Rucandian, Namekian, Stekrian, Arlian, Snerkolian and the number calculus of Fureiza.

The aim, as I see it, is Universal Domination. However, the only planets to have been destroyed seem to be in the North Galaxy, although some others in other Galaxies have been destroyed.

Whilst being here and studying the warriors, and designing their armour, I have discovered a few weak points with each species. Ledac-jins have low hearing, thus sneaking around them is a must in battle. Stekra-jins have weak skin, which can be cut and peeled easily. Apart from that, they are only mediocre fighters. Weakest to my knowledge. Talorik-jins do not have any weak spots so far, despite being quite dim, they are extraordinary fighters. Saiya-jins used to have a weak point of tails, although the remainders have worked past this weakness. Their only weakest appears to be their pride. Juaninan-jins rely to heavily on the armour I made, which that destroyed they are not very strong, almost docile. Haec-jins are very strong, although they have massive egos that cloud their judgement. Either a disadvantage or advantage, pending. (see fig 15) Batatik-jins are sensitive to bright lights and extreme heat. Rucand-jins cannot operate well in extreme temperatures, that said, under a climate ranging 15-20'C they are very good fighters. Despite all this, they must not be underestimated, they are all ruthless, strong, evil and lacking in any compassion.

In his quest for planets Fureiza has so far over taken 42 planets for sale and domination. He owns them all now, in some sort of twisted society.

Bulma pursed her lips and tossed the paper aside. She flicked through the sheets and found half written dictionaries for each language. She made a mental note to translate them into her scouter and try to learn key phrases. She leafed to the back of the book, where there was hurriedly written scrawl.

I know it all now. He has a hook into each race, each bound by some terrible secret or shame. Today I learnt that Fureiza himself destroyed Planet Vegeta. The other Saiya-jins do not know this. He killed because he feared them. They must be told, then they can rebel and kill him. Then I can

It stopped here. Bulma frowned and picked up a piece of metal, deep in thought. She wondered if he had told the Saiya-jins, but they had not believed him for he was only a Information worker. She found a solder and some other wires, she used a screw driver to pull apart her scouter. Within a day of solid working, undisturbed, she had entered all the information the previous Inventor had collected on the races, warriors and languages. She decided to go and take a wander, for some air less stale and to stretch her legs. But more importantly, check if her scouter was working. She opened the door and was curious to discover that the gravity didn't have such a effect on her anymore. She had been there for a few days now, and was getting used to how different her life was now.

She found a random warrior wandering the corridors. She waved at him to stop, but he ignored her.

"Excuse me, I need to get you in my scouter. Fureiza's orders" she told him authoritarianly. He actually looked a bit shocked, and reluctantly complied, in case Fureiza was lurking and testing his loyalty.

"You are a Haec-jin. Your power level is 7,043. Your name is Sefrin. Your home planet is Haec-sei. Am I correct?" she asked, rattling off the data she could see displayed on her screen.

He looked a bit nervous, and nodded his head. "How did you know all that? Is it the new scouter design?" he asked, clenching his fist. Bulma looked a little nervously at his angrily hestitant form, and backed up a little.

"Its a prototype. You may all get them soon. If Fureiza approves." she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He nodded, as if he understood, then stalked off leaving Bulma alone in the halls. She leapt up and gave a small victory yelp. She felt a lot stronger and empowered with this new invention. She then decided to go back to her room and get some sleep.