Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rebellious Hell ❯ Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: DBZ I do not own.

A/N - Thanks very much to the people who reviewed the last chapter. There is one more thing I should mention, and that is that parts of this fic were inspired by Hamlet, so don't be surprised if there are a lot of Hamlet quotes.

Thanks to Ane S. Thesia for beta reading for me! *Gives her chocolates*

Chapter 1: 'Let Come What Comes'

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~*~ To Hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! ~*~

~*~ Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! ~*~

~*~ I dare damnation: to this point I stand - ~*~

~*~ That both worlds I give to negligence, ~*~

~*~ Let come what comes; ~*~

- - Laertes from 'Hamlet'

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"Bulma! Bulma! Get your worthless hide out here!"

Bulma sighed and put down the miniscule screwdriver she'd been holding and pushed her latest invention off to one side. "What is it, Oitaroh?"

"Turles wants you in the main room, now!" Oitaroh, Turles' right hand man and constant brown noser, leant against the doorframe of Bulma's room and impatiently shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for her. "Come on, come on, he said to be quick."

"I said I was coming." Bulma growled at him, not impressed with the snarl he dealt her in return. She had once seen Turles pound Oitaroh into a wall for daring raise a hand and hit her. Oitaroh has never touched Bulma again.

Deliberately walking as slowly as she could, Bulma made her way to the main room faintly aware of the hum of the big spaceship's engines under her feet.

Maybe he knows, Bulma thought to herself as she neared the entrance, maybe he somehow found out that I'm pregnant and he's going to make me get rid of it…

Bulma roughly shook her head. Turles couldn't know she was carrying his child, she wasn't even sure of it yet herself.

"My Lord." Bulma bowed in Turles' direction as she entered the room and moved to stand beside him.

Turles was gazing out the window of the ship, his arms folded and his tail curled around his waist. He turned his head to watch her as she crossed the room, and once again Bulma saw something more animal then human sweep through his eyes as he watched her.

"Tell me, Bulma, have you ever heard of the planet Kramned?" Turles' voice was a velvety growl.

"The planet Kramn…Kramned?" Bulma stumbled over the unfamiliar word and blushed as Turles chuckled. "No, my lord, I haven't heard of it." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. After all, it wasn't like she'd spent her entire life travelling through space like Turles had, she didn't have a huge knowledge of the solar system like him and he knew it!

"I didn't think you would, but I decided to ask anyway."

"Why?"

"Why?" Turles repeated. "Because we're landing there tomorrow and we're going to get rid of the extremely dangerous natives and then sell the planet at a more then fair price to a buyer."

"Which buyer? Why are the natives so dangerous?" Bulma folded her arms and tried not to look as irritated as she felt. Why was Turles telling her all this?

"The buyer is none of your concern, but as for the natives, well, they very much are your concern." Turles looked back at the window, his sight zeroing in on the yellow and blue planet they were approaching. "You see, the natives of Kramned, or the Kramnamians as they prefer to be called, have a certain habit of attacking foreigners. More precisely in attacking females. So, when we set down tomorrow, I want you to keep out of sight."

"Well that won't be a problem, I would hardly want to watch you murder another race." Bulma looked away and under her breath muttered, "It was bad enough to have to watch you kill my own."

Turles' ear twitched and he frowned. "Tell me, Bulma, would you have rather me not told you of the danger forthcoming?"

"I…I guess I would have wanted to know," Bulma admitted reluctantly.

"Exactly. So stop whining." Turles glanced back at her, looking her up from head to toe. "I wouldn't want to lose someone like you, you're far to valuable." Turles smirked at her and Bulma felt herself blush.

"Am I valuable?" Bulma asked softly, wondering if Turles was going to admit how he really felt about her…If he liked her or despised her or just saw her as a whore to be used.

"Of course." Turles nodded once. "You're a brilliant scientist. Your inventions are priceless to us and therefore you are too."

"Oh." Bulma couldn't hide the tone of rejection. He didn't find her valuable, just her brain.

"You may return to our quarters, I'll join you in a short while." Turles waved a hand and Bulma turned and left, her cheeks burning at the looks the other men gave her as she stalked past.

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Goku stared regretfully down at the creature he had just killed and a great swell of pity swept through him for the aliens as he watched his brother, his own flesh and blood, take down five more of the tiny beings in a blast of ki.

"Kakarot, you fool! Just don't stand there gawking!" Vegeta appeared next to him briefly, his face set in its usual ferocious scowl. "We're not here to sight see you know!"

"Oh really, you think?" Goku snapped, launching himself into the air again, hating what he had become and hating the others for making him do this.

But, he had been forced to do what he did for his family and his friends. For Chichi, Gohan, Krillen, Yamcha and Bulma. He had become what he hated most to keep them safe back on Earth and one day soon he'd go back and see them again, reassure them that he was still alive and well.

Goku phased behind another of the aliens and snapped it's neck then blew away three more which were charging at him, desperately firing weak ki blasts in an attempt to stop him.

Crouched in a defensive position, Goku waited for more of the aliens to attack him…but none came. An eerie silence descended on the four Saiyan warriors who stood alone on the barren, charred and pock marked battlefield.

"What pathetic creatures, almost as weak as Earthlings," Nappa commented, his eyes sliding sideways to see what effect his comment would have on Goku.

Goku ignored him. He stared balefully at the thousands of bodies that were littered across the ground, his prayers to Kami for forgiveness more important in his mind then any snide comment Nappa might make.

"Come on, let's not waste more time then we have to here." Vegeta dusted off his armor and yawned. "We have to rendezvous with Frieza in two days time and pick up our wages for blowing away these insignificant creatures."

"Yeah, let's blow this joint." Raditz glowered at his brother before launching himself into the air and following his prince back to their pods. Goku followed at a more leisurely pace, his thoughts back on his family and Earth.

He wondered how they were doing.

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Bulma dropped her screwdriver with a shriek as two hands closed on her shoulders and lifted her from her chair, dumping her unceremoniously onto the bed.

Turles grinned at her shocked and unhappy expression as he pulled off his chest armor and jumped onto the bed next to her, his tail lashing about in excitement as he pinned her down and kissed her.

"Turles…I was in the middle of something," Bulma complained, aware of his sudden good mood and wary of it.

"Whatever it is you can finish it later. I want to play." Turles grinned wider and let Bulma wiggle from his grasp before pouncing on her again and pinning her to the bed. Bulma shrieked louder as he made as if to bite her, then let her wiggle free again.

Turles' idea of 'play' was much like a cat playing with a mouse before it ate it. He'd chase her around, occasionally knock her to the ground, sometimes pin her to the bed and mock bite her and sometimes he did much more.

All in the spirit of 'play' of course.

"Turles! This isn't funny!" Bulma fell to the floor with an 'oomph!' as he grabbed her ankle and didn't let go. She squirmed around, but was still unable to get free, so in a bold movement, Bulma changed tactics and threw herself in his direction.

Turles let go of her ankle and for a moment Bulma was pleased to see a surprised expression on his face, then she crashed into him and skidded across the floor, gently bumping into the wall.

Bulma sat on Turles' chest, panting, and pushed a strand of blue hair behind her ear. Turles caught her hand in his and pulled her down until she was lying on him, then he rolled over so he was on top and kissed her, his sharp canines pressed against her lips but didn't draw blood.

"See what you do to me?" Turles murmured as he drew back to take a breath. "I can't control myself when I'm with you."

Bulma rested her head on his chest. "I know."

"Is it like that with you too?" He asked, his hands stroking her soft hair.

"Sometimes, when I'm with you, I forget everything. I forget that all the people I love are dead and that my planet has been destroyed. I even forget that it's you who did it." She glanced up at him then lowered her eyes again. "I won't lie to you, Turles, I don't like you very much. But I respect you and I respect the way you treat me."

"How do I treat you?" Turles' voice was deceptively bland as if he didn't really care about the answer.

"You treat me like you treat the others…except for the bedroom part." Bulma let Turles kiss her then continued. "You listen to what I say and seem to hold my ideas in consideration. I appreciate being treated like I matter."

Turles was silent for a moment, when he spoke again his voice was a husky growl. "That's because you do matter, you matter far more then you can possibly imagine."

A/N - Okay so I didn't end up writing a lemon, sorry about that but I'm not in a lemon mood right now. My pet cat is sick and has to have a hysterectomy…get her uterus cut out for those of you who aren't medically minded. Anyhow in the next chapter we're going to flash back onto Goku again as well as a little bit on Turles' feelings…Does he care about Bulma or is he just telling her what she wants to hear?