Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 1: Wasteland ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
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** = diary entries
Silver Springs
Chapter 1: Wasteland
**As a fierce wind will blow out a small candle flame, so too will absence extinguish petty infatuations. But as with a raging forest fire, absence stokes the flames of true love, making the passions burn brighter.
This story, like most stories, is about love. It is about passion and the height of human emotions. This is about decisions, sacrifices and betrayal. It is those perfect moments that every person dreams of yet so few of us experience.
If I had known my entire life would be changed in the course of 6 short days, I may have avoided the situation entirely. Without a doubt, it was my decision to bring the badly wounded warrior into my capsule house, into my care and into my life. It was my decision to stroke his furrowed brow during his horrible nightmares, caring for him as if he wasn't the man that had caused the unraveling of my world just a few short months prior. And it was my decision and longing desire that allowed his hands and lips to roam over my body like burning silk.
Funny thing is, even with all those vivid memories of him; I cannot seem to remember exactly when our story began. On earth when I first saw him, standing cool and determined at the end of the battlefield, through Baba's crystal ball? Maybe Namek when he descended out of the sky like a cursed demon, only to land in front of me with the grace and composure of an angel. I can't pinpoint it, it's unchartable. But I do know where to begin this tale, full of highs and lows that I never thought were possible, let alone see with my own eyes. **
-Excerpt from the journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.
She felt useless and cramped in the capsule house. She had traveled half way across the galaxy to help Gohan and Krillin find the dragon balls, only to be left cooped up in a cave, hiding from a planet full of monsters stronger than the ones that had taken the life of her love, Yamcha. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but herself, the real reason she had come to Namek was to keep her mind off grief she felt after learning of his death. Waiting at home would have pushed the limits of her sanity. But waiting on Namek, without word of what was happening to the two small warriors she brought with her to this god forsaken planet, wasn't providing much more comfort.
Stretching, she stepped outside the house and lingered at the entrance to the cave. Disregarding what Krillin had told her, she crept into the strange sunlight provided by Planet Namek's 3 suns. Strange or not, it felt wonderful to feel the rays on her face after such a long period of dark seclusion. Tipping her face back to allow more warmth to wash over her, she caught sight of a glowing streak of light heading in her direction. Having been around men who could fly since she was young, she recognized it as the ki trail of a warrior.
::Thank God! Krillin and Gohan are back! I thought I was about to lose it with no one here to talk to!:: she thought as a smile crossed her face. It became larger with every foot of ground her friends covered. But as the figure came into view, her euphoria faded as if a cloud had come and blocked out the warm rays of the sun.
He descended so gracefully, like a dancer. Standing proudly with his hair pointing to the sky, defying gravity, he stared into the face of the terrified woman before him. She backed up, pressing her trembling body against the hard rock, trapped with no where to go and no chance to run. She was scared; the fear shook her knees threatening to topple her to the ground in front of the man that had helped destroy her world. She knew it was him without asking, the silhouette he struck against the sky was branded into her memory from the snippets of the fight on earth that flashed nightly through her mind. Even as she shuddered with fear, she noticed him in the way a woman notices a man. Her mind and body were polar opposites, pulling her apart under the warm sun.
"Where's baldy and the brat? Don't tell me they left you all alone with such dangerous people running around the planet." His voice held both threatening and suggestive tones, combined with mock concern. The man was highly skilled in psychological warfare, a fact made evident in the simple sentences he spoke with the cultured grace of royalty.
"They'll be back any minute now." She stated relying on her own ability to out think almost any person she came across. The minute the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. He'd never seen her before. The bravery that her words held a second ago dropped. "Wait...how did you-?"
"I didn't. I guessed. Looks like I was right." He smirked, looking at her with the burning intensity of a magnesium flare. Even in her fear, she regarded him with a degree of awe. He was quick, amazingly smart and he hid it under an unreadable expression. She had never met anyone who could trick her so easily. The mental challenge he provided sent unwanted jolts of excitement through her mind. "Now. Where are the dragon balls?" he demanded.
"I don't know." She said, very honestly. He regarded her quizzically, sensing that she was telling him the truth.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to wait until your weakling friends come back to find them." He said coldly, stepping towards her as the muscles strained against the stretch fabric of his body suit while he walked. She noticed this, even as she tried to think of a way to escape. Suddenly, he stopped his head snapping towards the sky. "Looks like we have some company."
::Please Krillin, be you!:: Bulma pleaded in her mind, watching the tiny speck become larger. The second warrior dropped into view, graceful as Vegeta but not as proud. He was tall with a long green braid and a face that could have graced any number of the romance novel covers that Bulma's mother always read. ::Maybe he's here to save me?:: she hoped, knowing that he probably wasn't. At the same time, she couldn't help but want one more glance of the Saiyan prince's face before she tried to flee.
"Ah Vegeta. You should know better than to try to run." The man said the accent in his voice a mix of breeding and years of practice at sounding cultured.
"Who said I was running?" he retorted as his eyes narrowed at the creamy green man standing before him. "Besides, I have no reason to run. The only way you can beat me is by transforming into that hideous monster, and I know you wouldn't want to do that with a lady present." Vegeta scoffed, digging at Zarbon in the one place it would hurt him the most.
"How dare you!" he fumed, attacking Vegeta head on, which was exactly what Vegeta wanted. He threw punch after merciless punch at Vegeta, each time certain that he had hit his mark but to no avail. The compact Saiyan dodged every punch with ease and kept the smug look of superiority plastered on his face the whole time. "That's it! If you want to die, then fine! I'll be happy to oblige!" Zarbon screamed, transforming into the monster that erased all memory of the handsome man he once was. He showed his crocodile fangs to Vegeta before attacking him again.
Bulma started to slowly creep away from the scene while Vegeta's attention was diverted. She felt in her pockets, feeling the capsule that contained her airbike in the same place she had left it. Looking for an opening, she started to run along the rock wall, heading for cover so she could safely expand her airbike. An explosion along the wall inches from her flushed face stopped her dead in her tracks. Jumping back, she turned her head to see where it had originated. Vegeta stood facing Zarbon; who was slowly pulling himself back to his feet, with his hand outstretched to the side.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." He said with deadly seriousness. She slowly sunk to her knees knowing there was no escape. He had come centimeters from her face with a deadly blast, controlling his aim out of the corner of his eye. She should have known that he was watching in every direction, even while fighting Zarbon. "Well, this has been fun Zarbon, but I really have to be going." He said as the injured man floated up into the sky to face him once again.
"Vegeta, look we can talk about this. I mean, I was only following orders right?"
"Orders." He scoffed, his face darkening. "Maybe we'll meet again someday. IN HELL!" he screamed, firing a blast directly at Zarbon. Knowing that he couldn't dodge the huge blast, he put the last of his energy into a ki sphere that he fired at the last minute. With the last of his conscious thought, he diverted it around Vegeta's enormous power and sent it plowing into the prince. Instantaneously, both blasts knocked the fighters out of the sky and sent out blinding rays so bright that Bulma had to cover her face with her hands in order to save her eyesight.
As the dust cleared, Bulma shakily stood looking for any sign of the men who just lit of the sky like gods seconds before. She scanned the terrain, now devoid of most vegetation before her eyes settled on a misshapen figure 20 feet to her left. She could see the tint of green in that direction, and concluded that it must be Zarbon. Unable to control herself, she walked over to him.
Finding him in a pool of his own blood, his lower torso and legs burnt so badly that even if he had survived, he would never have been able to walk again. She knelt by him, verifying what she had known since the moment that she had seen his body on the ground. Searching for a pulse, she found none. He was dead. She stood, a bit shaken by still warm flesh of the dead man before her. She had only ever dealt with cadavers before, their flesh cold, graying and stiff. Zarbon still felt alive, even though his heart had given out on him. Turning as quickly as she could, she saw Vegeta's body on the ground. As if in a nightmare, she followed her feet to his body against her will.
He was covered in blood, the last ditch effort from Zarbon lacerating his shoulders to ribbons. She knelt beside him, trying to find a pulse. To her surprise, he had one. It was weak and submissive, giving in to the sweet oblivion that awaited him. He moaned softly at her touch, pain evident in every rasp of breath he fought to take. She stood quickly, backing away quickly. She turned to run but stopped. She looked at him again, bleeding, battered and utterly helpless on the ground. Her conscious nagged at her, telling her that she couldn't just leave him out there to die.
::Why not?:: a small part of her asked, remembering that him and his lackey had killed her friends. She gazed down on his face, spattered with his own glistening blood, the handsome features still very evident. ::But I can't. If I leave him here to die, I'd be no better than him.:: she told herself. With a small sigh she began working on the task of pulling the badly wounded prince into her capsule house.
** = diary entries
Silver Springs
Chapter 1: Wasteland
**As a fierce wind will blow out a small candle flame, so too will absence extinguish petty infatuations. But as with a raging forest fire, absence stokes the flames of true love, making the passions burn brighter.
This story, like most stories, is about love. It is about passion and the height of human emotions. This is about decisions, sacrifices and betrayal. It is those perfect moments that every person dreams of yet so few of us experience.
If I had known my entire life would be changed in the course of 6 short days, I may have avoided the situation entirely. Without a doubt, it was my decision to bring the badly wounded warrior into my capsule house, into my care and into my life. It was my decision to stroke his furrowed brow during his horrible nightmares, caring for him as if he wasn't the man that had caused the unraveling of my world just a few short months prior. And it was my decision and longing desire that allowed his hands and lips to roam over my body like burning silk.
Funny thing is, even with all those vivid memories of him; I cannot seem to remember exactly when our story began. On earth when I first saw him, standing cool and determined at the end of the battlefield, through Baba's crystal ball? Maybe Namek when he descended out of the sky like a cursed demon, only to land in front of me with the grace and composure of an angel. I can't pinpoint it, it's unchartable. But I do know where to begin this tale, full of highs and lows that I never thought were possible, let alone see with my own eyes. **
-Excerpt from the journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.
She felt useless and cramped in the capsule house. She had traveled half way across the galaxy to help Gohan and Krillin find the dragon balls, only to be left cooped up in a cave, hiding from a planet full of monsters stronger than the ones that had taken the life of her love, Yamcha. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but herself, the real reason she had come to Namek was to keep her mind off grief she felt after learning of his death. Waiting at home would have pushed the limits of her sanity. But waiting on Namek, without word of what was happening to the two small warriors she brought with her to this god forsaken planet, wasn't providing much more comfort.
Stretching, she stepped outside the house and lingered at the entrance to the cave. Disregarding what Krillin had told her, she crept into the strange sunlight provided by Planet Namek's 3 suns. Strange or not, it felt wonderful to feel the rays on her face after such a long period of dark seclusion. Tipping her face back to allow more warmth to wash over her, she caught sight of a glowing streak of light heading in her direction. Having been around men who could fly since she was young, she recognized it as the ki trail of a warrior.
::Thank God! Krillin and Gohan are back! I thought I was about to lose it with no one here to talk to!:: she thought as a smile crossed her face. It became larger with every foot of ground her friends covered. But as the figure came into view, her euphoria faded as if a cloud had come and blocked out the warm rays of the sun.
He descended so gracefully, like a dancer. Standing proudly with his hair pointing to the sky, defying gravity, he stared into the face of the terrified woman before him. She backed up, pressing her trembling body against the hard rock, trapped with no where to go and no chance to run. She was scared; the fear shook her knees threatening to topple her to the ground in front of the man that had helped destroy her world. She knew it was him without asking, the silhouette he struck against the sky was branded into her memory from the snippets of the fight on earth that flashed nightly through her mind. Even as she shuddered with fear, she noticed him in the way a woman notices a man. Her mind and body were polar opposites, pulling her apart under the warm sun.
"Where's baldy and the brat? Don't tell me they left you all alone with such dangerous people running around the planet." His voice held both threatening and suggestive tones, combined with mock concern. The man was highly skilled in psychological warfare, a fact made evident in the simple sentences he spoke with the cultured grace of royalty.
"They'll be back any minute now." She stated relying on her own ability to out think almost any person she came across. The minute the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. He'd never seen her before. The bravery that her words held a second ago dropped. "Wait...how did you-?"
"I didn't. I guessed. Looks like I was right." He smirked, looking at her with the burning intensity of a magnesium flare. Even in her fear, she regarded him with a degree of awe. He was quick, amazingly smart and he hid it under an unreadable expression. She had never met anyone who could trick her so easily. The mental challenge he provided sent unwanted jolts of excitement through her mind. "Now. Where are the dragon balls?" he demanded.
"I don't know." She said, very honestly. He regarded her quizzically, sensing that she was telling him the truth.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to wait until your weakling friends come back to find them." He said coldly, stepping towards her as the muscles strained against the stretch fabric of his body suit while he walked. She noticed this, even as she tried to think of a way to escape. Suddenly, he stopped his head snapping towards the sky. "Looks like we have some company."
::Please Krillin, be you!:: Bulma pleaded in her mind, watching the tiny speck become larger. The second warrior dropped into view, graceful as Vegeta but not as proud. He was tall with a long green braid and a face that could have graced any number of the romance novel covers that Bulma's mother always read. ::Maybe he's here to save me?:: she hoped, knowing that he probably wasn't. At the same time, she couldn't help but want one more glance of the Saiyan prince's face before she tried to flee.
"Ah Vegeta. You should know better than to try to run." The man said the accent in his voice a mix of breeding and years of practice at sounding cultured.
"Who said I was running?" he retorted as his eyes narrowed at the creamy green man standing before him. "Besides, I have no reason to run. The only way you can beat me is by transforming into that hideous monster, and I know you wouldn't want to do that with a lady present." Vegeta scoffed, digging at Zarbon in the one place it would hurt him the most.
"How dare you!" he fumed, attacking Vegeta head on, which was exactly what Vegeta wanted. He threw punch after merciless punch at Vegeta, each time certain that he had hit his mark but to no avail. The compact Saiyan dodged every punch with ease and kept the smug look of superiority plastered on his face the whole time. "That's it! If you want to die, then fine! I'll be happy to oblige!" Zarbon screamed, transforming into the monster that erased all memory of the handsome man he once was. He showed his crocodile fangs to Vegeta before attacking him again.
Bulma started to slowly creep away from the scene while Vegeta's attention was diverted. She felt in her pockets, feeling the capsule that contained her airbike in the same place she had left it. Looking for an opening, she started to run along the rock wall, heading for cover so she could safely expand her airbike. An explosion along the wall inches from her flushed face stopped her dead in her tracks. Jumping back, she turned her head to see where it had originated. Vegeta stood facing Zarbon; who was slowly pulling himself back to his feet, with his hand outstretched to the side.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." He said with deadly seriousness. She slowly sunk to her knees knowing there was no escape. He had come centimeters from her face with a deadly blast, controlling his aim out of the corner of his eye. She should have known that he was watching in every direction, even while fighting Zarbon. "Well, this has been fun Zarbon, but I really have to be going." He said as the injured man floated up into the sky to face him once again.
"Vegeta, look we can talk about this. I mean, I was only following orders right?"
"Orders." He scoffed, his face darkening. "Maybe we'll meet again someday. IN HELL!" he screamed, firing a blast directly at Zarbon. Knowing that he couldn't dodge the huge blast, he put the last of his energy into a ki sphere that he fired at the last minute. With the last of his conscious thought, he diverted it around Vegeta's enormous power and sent it plowing into the prince. Instantaneously, both blasts knocked the fighters out of the sky and sent out blinding rays so bright that Bulma had to cover her face with her hands in order to save her eyesight.
As the dust cleared, Bulma shakily stood looking for any sign of the men who just lit of the sky like gods seconds before. She scanned the terrain, now devoid of most vegetation before her eyes settled on a misshapen figure 20 feet to her left. She could see the tint of green in that direction, and concluded that it must be Zarbon. Unable to control herself, she walked over to him.
Finding him in a pool of his own blood, his lower torso and legs burnt so badly that even if he had survived, he would never have been able to walk again. She knelt by him, verifying what she had known since the moment that she had seen his body on the ground. Searching for a pulse, she found none. He was dead. She stood, a bit shaken by still warm flesh of the dead man before her. She had only ever dealt with cadavers before, their flesh cold, graying and stiff. Zarbon still felt alive, even though his heart had given out on him. Turning as quickly as she could, she saw Vegeta's body on the ground. As if in a nightmare, she followed her feet to his body against her will.
He was covered in blood, the last ditch effort from Zarbon lacerating his shoulders to ribbons. She knelt beside him, trying to find a pulse. To her surprise, he had one. It was weak and submissive, giving in to the sweet oblivion that awaited him. He moaned softly at her touch, pain evident in every rasp of breath he fought to take. She stood quickly, backing away quickly. She turned to run but stopped. She looked at him again, bleeding, battered and utterly helpless on the ground. Her conscious nagged at her, telling her that she couldn't just leave him out there to die.
::Why not?:: a small part of her asked, remembering that him and his lackey had killed her friends. She gazed down on his face, spattered with his own glistening blood, the handsome features still very evident. ::But I can't. If I leave him here to die, I'd be no better than him.:: she told herself. With a small sigh she began working on the task of pulling the badly wounded prince into her capsule house.