Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Pride ❯ Weakness ( Chapter 1 )

The Mysteries of Love:

Saiyan Pride

Chapter One

Weakness

ANOTHER blast of energy, only this time it was louder, stronger and faster.

It was coming straight towards her but she couldn't move fast enough. She was too weak, she couldn't avoid it. The blast would hit her soon.

No! She was stronger than this. She could do it, she would not fail a simple attack of energy.

With her last strength she managed to shield herself from the most part of the blast while flying away.

She looked down at her arm. The material was burned and so was her skin. But it was not yet over!

Someone was moving towards her at a fast pace. She turned around to have a sword slash at her. She managed to move away just in time to avoid being ripped into two.

But there was a stinging pain in her chest. She looked down to see blood seeping through the front of her clothes. The sword had sliced at her right side of her chest.

"No!" Bulma awoke with a start. She pulled back the covers that lay lightly against her before she ripped away the thin strap of her night wear to look down at her fair skin. "It was only a dream." Bulma said as she gulped in deep breaths of air. She looked at her hands and thankfully there was no blood on her palms.

But when she looked down again, to straighten out her night wear, she noticed a large scratch on her chest. It started from just above her breast. "My right side." Bulma whispered in disbelief. "I must have just scratched myself during the nightmare." She said reasonably.

She had been having the same dreams for years now. Every time in the same place. A dark eerie land only lightened by large energy blasts.

Cratered grounds, dead bodies and broken buildings lay everywhere she looked. It was not the only re-occurring dream. There were others too. But the others were dreams of pleasure and feelings of fulfillment.

She thought it was just her subconscious causing the dreams, because they reflected her inner turmoil. Her pure happiness and joy that was equally matched by her dark despair and heart ache. The dream she had had now was the latter.

It was as if she were in a battle, a war, Bulma thought. She would always feel such excruciating pain during those dreams, real pain that made her wish she didn't see such horrible sights. But only one question plagued Bulma's mind ... Was this some kind of sign?

* * *

"So, Vegeta has a weakness after all." The large Ice King grinned.

"Yes, it would appear so." The King's informant agreed.

"But why hasn't he done anything about it?" King Cold asked.

"You know that he has been on Planet Kamo for the last seven years Sire."

"Ah yes, just after the woman left Planet Vegeta right? Well it seems she must have affected him more than he thought to take himself to the centre of the Kamotose War." The King laughed coldly.

"Yes. But he has sent word of his plans to return to Planet Vegeta shortly. The War is over." The other man informed the King. "So I think it wise we put our plan into action immediately." He advised.

"Yes." The large lizard like creature said as he scratched his chin thoughtfully. "And no doubt the East Quadrant won. Pity he didn't die in the war, but that would have been no fun for me. After eight years of planning to defeat the great Saiyan Prince and avenge my son's death, I am so close I can taste the man's blood on the tip of my tongue."

"But you must know that she is very skilled in martial arts and is not by any means defenseless." The other man warned, wanting to discuss what was most important to him rather than the Ice King.

"Of course." King Cold laughed. "I do like a feisty lady, I can see why you want her. Beauty, brains and passion."

"Yes. But let us just say those are not the qualities I am taken by." The other man said with an evil grin, revealing the meaning of his words.

The King laughed again. "Well she still is an Earthling, no match for the warriors that I have fortunately gathered during the seven years while Vegeta has been battling his own demons. You will have the woman my faithful servant and I will have my revenge."

"Yes Your Majesty." The other man agreed happily.

* * *

Bulma put down the power tool she had been using to repair an internal chip on the Gravity Chamber. It was late and her muscles were tired.

She bent her knuckles to release the pressure from her hands before stretching, readying herself to leave the lab.

'A lovely hot shower and then its bed time.' She thought. Every day it was the same routine. She would spend most of the day with her family and most of her nights working until her eyes could not remain open any longer.

Bulma did it to keep her mind from wandering to thoughts that hurt each time they entered her mind. The strenuous and busy life she lived was also used in the hopes that she would not have the dreams she had every night.

Whether they were painfully sad or preciously happy, they always left her feeling empty and bereft each morning, until she pushed them away and focused on her family.

She must expand the Gravity Chamber, she brought her mind back to a more safe train of thought. It was obviously getting much too small to handle four Saiyans. Not to mention the repairs that she had to spend hours doing every night. Not that she mined, but there were only so many times something could be fixed before it became irreparable.

I'll call Goku tomorrow and ask him to keep the boys at Mount Pao so I can work on that.

"What the ..." Bulma screamed as a flash of bright light blew away the entire front wall of the lab.

She put her hands up and closed her eyes to shield herself from the blast and flying debri. "An energy blast she said. But who?" Bulma did not have to wait long to have her question answered as the energy faded to reveal four large men.

Men who were definitely not from Earth. She could tell for they were all different colors of blue, purple, orange and brown. They had horns, white hair, antennas and even two heads. Disgusting!

Bulma stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. Most of the lab was in the form of rubble.

"You idiots. Look what you've done." The first thing she did was to yell at them.

The tall purple horned man laughed loudly and the other three followed. It was then that Bulma noticed that they were wearing the same armor like the men who had come to Earth eight years ago. The ones who had captured Gohan and her.

But that was impossible! They were Frieza's men and Frieza was dead. "Who are you and what do you want?" Bulma asked a little more cautiously.

"We have come to escort you to Planet Ice by personal invitation from the great King Cold himself." The purple man said.

"What?" Bulma asked in surprise. "You must have the wrong house buddy because I don't know any King Cold."

"You are Bulma Briefs aren't you?" The orange man with white hair asked.

"So what?"

"Then you will meet King Cold soon. So don't argue and come with us." The purple man said.

"And if I refuse?" Bulma asked crossing her arms against her chest defiantly as she turned a little to the side, away from the four intruders.

"You can't." The purple man said simply before addressing the other three men. "You three search the house and when you find it return back here. I'll take care of the girl."

"Yes Captain." They said in perfect unison before flying through what was left of her ceiling.

"Oh no." Bulma cried as she made to do the same but was distracted when she had to dodge a particularly fast energy beam.

Before she could react the purple man was in front of her and attacking at a pace she could barely defend let alone attack against.

The man punched her hard in the stomach. Bulma doubled over in pain, both arms holding her stomach. He came towards her then and slapped her across her face causing her to fly like a rag doll across the rubbled floor.

'He's too strong for me.' Bulma thought helplessly as she struggled to move. 'I can't get up.' Her mind cried in anger.

The tall purple figure strode towards her laughing cruelly. "Don't worry I won't kill you. King Cold wants you alive." He bent towards her. Bulma closed her eyes waiting to be picked up by the man. But it never happened!

She heard a loud cry of pain and when she slowly opened her eyes it was to watch in slow motion, through her hazy vision, as the purple man fell to the ground with a large whole through his chest.

Then she felt large muscular arms lift her off the ground. She tried to focus on who had saved her. Was he a friend or another enemy?

Through the blur of her gaze she saw black hair. "Goku." She mumbled. 'Only he would come to my rescue like this.' Bulma thought. "Goku ... Trunks." She said just before her eyes closed and her head rolled to her side. The feeling of relief finally allowed her body and mind to fall unconscious.