Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rebellious Hell ❯ Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: 'Bad Begins'

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~*~ So, again, good night. ~*~

~*~ I must be cruel, only to be kind: ~*~

~*~ Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. ~*~

- Hamlet from 'Hamlet'

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"Bulma!"

Bulma turned around at the sound of her name and smiled when she saw Goku hurrying towards her. "Hey, Goku, what's up?"

"Not much." He grinned at her. "How are you doing? Managing to survive with that space pirate?"

Bulma couldn't detect a sour note and decided that Goku must have forgiven Turles for what he'd done. "Sure, he's not all bad you know, Goku."

"Oh, I bet." That time a note of sarcasm leaked out and Goku smiled to cover it up. "I mean, I bet he is a different person with you."

Bulma giggled. "He sure is."

Goku looked away and scowled. How could she let a murderer touch her like that? It was unthinkable! He had known Bulma longer then any of these fools and yet she seemed to be getting more and more distant from him.

"Do you miss Earth?" Goku added a touch of sadness and wistfulness to his voice.

"All this time…I still have nightmares about what took place after you left sometimes." She shivered and Goku felt an overwhelming urge to take her in his arms and tell her it was going to be alright.

"Hard to believe we're the only ones left." Goku grabbed Bulma's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I never forgave myself for leaving, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Bulma pulled her hand away and rubbed it absentmindedly.

"We're really the last of our kind, you know, Earthlings."

"Kinda, but at least a piece of Earth will live on after we've gone." Bulma smiled softly and touched her stomach. "I'm pregnant."

Goku stopped dead in his tracks and almost choked. "You're pregnant…to him?"

"What's wrong with him?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "You know, if anybody has the right to get angry about what he did to Earth it's me, Goku! I saw the things he did! I know what it felt like to be hunted, to fear for my life every single second of the day. And let me tell you, you can't possibly imagine what it was like." Bulma took a deep breath. "And if I can manage to forgive him, then I think you should too."

"You're right, Bulma, I don't have any idea of what it's like to be hunted and threatened and to see my family die around me. But try to understand my position. Until you showed up with Turles I thought my family was alive! My wife…my son! And now I know that they're dead and it's all because of him!"

Goku tried to calm down. "You've had time to get over what he did, Bulma, I haven't and more than that, I'm Saiyan and we react a little differently to these situations than humans do."

"You're sounding more and more like Turles with each minute." Bulma sounded bitter for a moment. "What happened to the old Goku I knew?"

"The old Goku was forced to slaughter thousands of aliens against his will, that's what happened to the old Goku."

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Vegeta watched Kakarot with Bulma from the shadows of the hall. His tail was lashing back and forth with agitation as again and again he watched Kakarot touch Bulma, leaving his scent on her to further enrage Turles.

Part of Vegeta wondered what they were talking so animatedly about as he watched their facial expressions flicker from sadness to happiness and then back again.

As he watched, Kakarot leant in close to Bulma as if to kiss her, but Bulma, quicker then Vegeta would have imagined her to move, twisted her head aside and hugged him.

"Kakarot!" He strode out of the shadows, slightly pleased at the way he nervously jumped away from Bulma as if he had been caught doing something bad.

Obviously, Kakarot's instincts were telling him to be wary. Bulma may not have been a fully claimed mate, but Turles' mark on her was blatantly obvious and a clear warning for any other Saiyan male who might think of touching her to keep away.

And Bulma was most likely falling for Turles too; if she didn't like him, then the mark would have faded and the bond claim would have been worthless.

But the mark hadn't faded physically or on a ki level, if anything, Turles' mark on her was stronger.

If Kakarot succeeded in breaking them apart, Vegeta knew that the little human would most likely get very, very hurt by the broken bond.

After all, Vegeta's own mother had died when another Saiyan female had managed to steal his father away. He of all people understood how powerful and dangerous a bond could be.

"What is it, Vegeta?" Kakarot stormed up, his power crackling around him.

"I wanted to have a word with Bulma." Vegeta brushed past him and took Bulma's arm, leading her away from Kakarot and his not-so-nice intentions.

"Vegeta? What's wrong?" Bulma tugged on her arm as Vegeta all but dragged her away form Goku.

"I thought I warned you two not to be alone together?"

"Vegeta, we were just talking."

"And hugging."

"It was a friendly hug!" Bulma succeeded in pulling out of his grasp and defensively crossed her arms. "What are you implying?"

"He tried to kiss you, surely you noticed that?"

Bulma had noticed, actually, but at the time she hadn't thought much of it…Goku wasn't trying anything. Not like Vegeta was implying.

"Well, woman?"

"Well what?"

"Did you notice his not-so-subtle attempt at kissing you?" Vegeta crossed his arms and mirrored Bulma's stance.

"Vegeta, I'm sure it was just a spur of the moment thing…a friendship thing. He didn't mean anything by it, we'd just been talking about his wife and son and he'd gotten a bit emotional. We are the last two Earth dwellers left alive, you know."

"I am aware of that fact." Vegeta sighed. "I'm just asking you to be careful…Kakarot is hell-bent on getting revenge on Turles for destroying Earth and its inhabitants. I'm worried that you might be hurt by his actions."

"Goku would never hurt me." Bulma shook her head at Vegeta. "We've been best friends since he was a little boy, Goku wouldn't, couldn't, do anything that would hurt me. It's not in his nature."

"Wasn't in his nature, you mean." Vegeta put a hand on Bulma's shoulder and looked earnestly down into her eyes. "The Kakarot that you knew on Earth has changed, Bulma. He's been with us for years now and each day he is becoming more and more Saiyan-like. Whether or not you choose to acknowledge it, the fact is that Kakarot is following his Saiyan instincts and right now they're telling him to get revenge on Turles."

"I don't believe you." Bulma strode away angrily and Vegeta stared after her.

Maybe he should have told her that Goku really did plan on hurting Turles by using her as a weapon…but it wasn't his place to tell her. Kakarot had told him in confidence, and no matter how much he wanted to protect Bulma from his little plan, he had no choice but to watch from the sidelines as this little charade was played out.

He could only hope that when all the dust died down Bulma would be left alive and intact.

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Goku crept into Turles' room and stealthily opened up his wardrobe. Bulma, at the moment, was down in the science lab and Turles was in a meeting with Frieza.

He took out one of his brother's training suits, as well as some of his gloves, boots and armor. Then he crept back out of the room again.

He hated to deceive Bulma like this, but he had to win her to his side…She couldn't realize just how much of a monster Turles was. He'd probably brainwashed her in space into wanting to stay with him, yeah, that was it. He'd somehow made her dependent on him for survival.

Well, Goku wouldn't allow that. Bulma was his! He had known her the longest; he knew the most about her, knew what would make her happy. She shouldn't have to stay with that freak of a brother of his and live out her life as his 'mate.'

Goku went back to his own room and dressed in his brother's clothes…It was amazing, except for the scar missing on his face, how much he looked exactly like Turles. Even his skin was the exact same tone.

Bulma wouldn't know the difference.

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A/N - This is a short chapter and I know but I'm not feeling very well at the moment, I have a headache. But don't worry I'll update with a longer chapter as soon as I'm feeling better