Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Past ❯ Storm's a Brewing ( Chapter 1 )

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SINS OF THE PAST

Chapter 1

Storm's `A Brewing

Bulma still wasn't sure what had happened. One minute, she and Trunks were in the kitchen, having a quiet breakfast, the next she had a gun to her head and Trunks was pinned to the floor.

"What do you want?" she demanded, frantically struggling against the strong arm pinning her owns arms to her sides. She could see Trunks was torn between trying to fight off the invaders and concern for what would happen to his mother if he did. All she could think to do was stall them long enough for Vegeta to come down and take care of them. She was sure there wasn't more than three, maybe four, and if not for the gun, Trunks would have already taken them out. Vegeta would have the element of surprise.

Her hopes were dashed when she saw the figures coming down the stairs. Vegeta was with them, but he was slung over the shoulder of a huge man with a wild mane of silver hair, and yellow eyes. He wasn't moving, and Bulma couldn't see whether he was breathing or not from where she stood. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt tears welling in her eyes.

"What did you do to my dad?" Trunks cried, struggling against his captor. He knew he could break free if he tried, but he was worried about his mother. She did have a gun to her head after all, and he wasn't quick enough to not only break free but help both his parents. He looked pleadingly at his mother hoping for some sign from her to help him decide what to do. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, and Trunks ceased his struggles.

"Don't worry, Boy," a voice said from behind the huge man, "Your father is fine. He's just resting." A tall man with black hair, and dark eyes appeared next to the first, closely followed by a red haired woman who appeared tiny next to the two huge men. They were dressed in military uniforms, but the three who came from upstairs did not appear to have any weapons.

"Situation secure, Commander Amma," the man holding Bulma said as the three appeared.

The woman and the shorter man exchanged glances, before the woman stared forward. "Hmm," she said, looking at Bulma, he hand covering her mouth, rubbing her thumb thoughtfully along her cheek. "I see that. I do have a question for you, Narok," she stopped in front of them. Before anyone could react, her hand lashed out and caught the man across the jaw. The force of the blow knocked him back into the cabinets, the gun slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. "When did I tell you to hold a gun to a woman's head and frighten a child to control a situation?"

"Hey!" Trunks cried, "I'm not frightened!"

The solider holding him pulled him closer, "Piss the commander off, and you'll find new meaning to the word frightened, kid." He whispered.

Amma glared at him, quickly, before storming over to snatch the gun from the floor. She held the gun away from her with two fingers, glaring at it distastefully, and began barking orders. "Back to the ship," she pointed a finger at the solider holding Trunks, "Res, get rid of this," she thrust the gun at him, "Abraxous, take the Saijin no Ouji back to the cells and be sure to activate the defense shields. Out all of you. And, Norak, I would suggest you stay out of my sight for a while. When you get back to the ship, report to Honos."

Bulma risked a glance up at the woman from where she crouched on the floor. The woman paid no attention to her as she watched the soldiers file out the back door. Bulma took the opportunity to crawl over to Trunks where he sat on the floor watching the remaining soldiers curiously. She pulled him into her arms, checking him for any injuries, "Are you all right? They didn't hurt you did they?"

Trunks tried to pull away, embarrassed, "C'mon, Mom, I'm fine." He didn't want the soldiers seeing his mother fussing over him.

The door slammed shut behind the three soldiers, and Amma turned to the remaining solider, "You know, Sousan, I really hate that little prick."

"You always have, Amma, you should know better by now," he shrugged.

"That's not the point. I give the orders, and what he did is insubordination, pure and simple."

"Excuse me," Bulma said timidly, from behind the table, still refusing to release Trunks.

"This is the last time I let the Council talk me into taking him with. If I'm in charge, I can't have that sneaky little bastard undermining my authority at every turn," she continued, ignoring Bulma during her rampage.

"Mmmhmm," Sousan mumbled, looking out the window at something he found suddenly interesting.

"Excuse me," Bulma tried again, slightly louder.

"When we rendezvous with the Tribunal, I'm telling them just that. If they can't accept it, I'm done. They can find someone else to do this for them. Hell, they could put the little prick in charge of his own team and see how well that works out. You know he'll just fuck it up, and who will have to bail his ass out? You and me, that's who."

"Exactly," he drawled.

"You're not listening to a word I'm saying. You do that every time. I don't know why I…"

"Excuse me!" Bulma suddenly shrilled.

The soldiers turned to face her, surprised, as though they had forgotten she was there.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" she wailed.

"And what did you do to my father?" Trunks demanded.

Ammas cuffed Sousan upside the head, "See what you do?"

"How is this my fault? It wasn't my job to make sure they were informed about what was going on. You're in charge of this operation," he retorted.

"Stupid prick, he should have told them," she muttered, "We're from the Intergalactic Federation. We've come to arrest the Saijin no Ouji and take him to the Tribunal to determine if he will stand trial."

"Trial?" Bulma wailed, "Trial for what?"

Sousan looked at her with cold eyes, "War crimes."

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