Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Injection ( Chapter 12 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StaindGT 
Bulma finds Vegeta to ask for forgiveness, only to recieve a devastasting blow.
Trunks and Seneca back together?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Bulma finds Vegeta to ask for forgiveness, only to recieve a devastasting blow.
Trunks and Seneca back together?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
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Bulma found him in the arena. A small yet lively group surrounded the king and his opponent as they battled without ki, only pure strength. Bulma only had to make her presence known before a small path was open to her so she could be in front. But the Sayians kept their ki up around her for protection. She eyes found her mate and widened at the sight.
Vegeta’s shirt was off. That was all that needed to be said. However she finally noticed something she should have already seen. He appeared smaller. His arm muscles and stomach muscles no longer protruded. They were still overly large, but had sunken, or disappeared. The only way for that to happen for a Sayian was the amount of food they intake. When a Sayian does not eat for long periods of time muscles get eaten, just like a human body, but all a Sayian needs is a week before it starts becoming noticeable. It seemed as if he was now just gaining it all back.
Which meant something else. That though she had thought he had been happy, she had been completely wrong. Food is a part of the Sayian life, when they are miserable they just don’t eat. Radditz had lost forty-five percent of his muscle mass after Kali’s death, within three weeks before Bulma had made an intervention. But she had not been here to help Vegeta. How right Maddox had been.
The opponent hit the floor with a thud. Vegeta smirked at the roar. He straightened, wiping the sweat from his brow and the blood from his lip. The soldier had a very strong punch. The medics carried the body away and Vegeta searched the crowd for a new fighter.
He stalled upon seeing the woman, smirking as she stepped forward. “My turn.” Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned his back, “What, are you chicken? You can’t be scared of little ol’ me?” The crowd chuckled when Vegeta stiffened and turned back around.
A distant voice, “I would run.” Several agreed. “She might have something up her sleeve.” Another yelled.
“Nope.” Bulma smiled lifting up her arms, allowing a little stomach to show, “I don’t have anything. Come on, Vegeta. You up for a challange.”
“A challenge is something you could never give me, woman.” Many laughs echoed.
“Oh yeah?” Bulma did a few exercises, touching her toes, stretching some muscles. The men looked away, knowing that if caught gazing their mates would give them a whole lot of pain, including Vegeta. “Let’s go then.” Bulma did two front flips till she stood in front of her mate.
“Go back to your lab.”
“No. I want to fight.” She punched his arm, quickly trying to hide her wince.
Vegeta gazed down at where she hit. “Didn’t even feel it.”
“I’m just warming up.” She bent down into a fighting position. Vegeta’s eye cocked.
“Alright. Do not cry when you are hurt.” He bent down.
Vegeta had seen the Sayian jump from out of the crowd, he had taken notice of every action the creature made, but none of it registered in his head until their hands were wrapped around his mate and a needle was pressed against her neck. “Nobody move.” She yelled violently. But it had been too late, three Sayians threw blasts at the back of the woman that would have instantly killed her. But her body was wrapped up in a tight powerful ki shield. She smirked triumphantly. “Don’t move, human.” The Sayian bit violently soft in Bulma’s ear who was attempting to struggle free. Her black eyes darted to Vegeta. “This needle holds a deadly injection, be wise, inglorious King.”
“Who are you?”
“Shouldn’t the question be what I want?”
“I don’t care what you want. I want to know who I will be hunting.”
She chuckled. “Of course. My name is Tifton. First born of the pure Sayian Race. My King sent me here as a warning.”
Humor vibrated in his voice, “Another King of the Sayians?” Everyone chuckled.
“The only Pure King. You destroyed our race. For this.” Bulma moaned in pain at the hand that wrapped tightly around her neck and the needle that pressed in the side.
“Twenty years and they are still complaining.”
“Twenty years our vengeance has grown in numbers. We have over a million Sayians, you are dwindling on two hundred thousand. You all standing here today, let it be known, if you surrender yourself, and give allegiance to the Pure king, you will not be harmed and will be granted forgiveness. But those that fight, will die a traidor’s death. Tell me, how many have died for your fruitless plight? How many sacificed themselves for your shameful mating?”
“You would not be alive today had it not been for me. Frieza would have killed us all.”
“You will kill us all. Not all at once of course, but slowly you are killing us all. How many more deaths will be caused in this war?”
“That’s up to your King. Tell him to fight me, and only me, and no one else will die.”
She smiled, “Where’s the punishment? You deserve to be reprimanded for your injustices upon our race. This woman, and your disgraceful offsprings deserve death.” She stalled and smirked. “Yes, I know your secret, Vegeta. I can smell him all of you. And they all will receive death. A most painful kind. But not before you watch her suffer.” The sentence ended and the needle slipped in. Bulma screamed and all Sayians were on her.
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Trunks awoke, panting and shivering. The voice of Klooer still vibrated in his ears. The sight of the computer screen that had brainwashed him still glinted in his eyes. He swallowed hard blinking away the memories of Hell. He stared up at the ceiling for only a moment before flinging the covers away from him, however stalling upon seeing his naked form. His brows knit, not remembering when he had undressed. He looked around the room for his clothes before his eyes caught sight of the sleeping woman with her naked back exposed toward him.
He was on his feet and across the room in a second, his back pressed tightly against the wall. Curses were screaming in his head but he didn’t dare make a sound, he couldn’t wake her. Not when he was still naked. He grabbed his sweat pants off the floor and ran out the room, out the cottage and dropped to his knees in the dirt.
Tears of rage flowed down his cheeks and he buried his face in his thighs, fists pounding the ground beneath him but not enough to vibrate the earth.
He cried for his memory, still broken on so many levels. He cried for Seneca, having no memory of ever being with her, but knowing that he had. And he cried for the guilt that ran through him, remembering the three concubines he had taken to his bed again and again. For dreaming of Senna, the one he cared for and that Klooer had ripped apart.
Would Seneca be able to forgive him? No, no one could ever forgive that. He knew he couldn’t. So he had to demolish her love. He had to do anything to get her to stay back. He would much have her hate him because he wanted not to love her, then have her hate him for betraying her. Let her have her Arcadia. Her pure mind and her pure thoughts of the man she loved. Let her keep that with her and maybe one day she would move on and be happy. But never let her know that he had taken other females to bed. Never take her innocence like his was taken.
His resolve was stronger then ever before. He would pretend to hate her and pretend not to care about what she has to say. It will keep her safe. It will keep her pure.
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They held Tifton’s arms tight giving her no room to get away. Everyone watched carefully wondering what was going to happen to their queen. Vegeta knelled down next to her catching her blue eyes staring up at him, her hand held her neck tightly, blood was dripping down. “How are you feeling?” Panic was present in his eyes but he showed nothing upon his features. His heart banged wildly in his chest, berating himself over and over for not reacting properly. He should have noticed the woman. Noticed the difference in her clothing. Noticed the difference in appearence alone. But he hadn’t thought anything bad could have happened. She was in the safest place. She was surrounded by Sayians that adored her, and she was with him. How could this have happened?
“I don’t feel anything.” She reassured touching his hand which he gripped and lifted to her feet. But Bulma’s momentarily relief faded when she saw the woman’s amused smirk. She went nose to nose with her, “What did you give me?”
She just smiled back. “I have no idea.” She laughed a bit.
Bulma gripped the woman’s hair tight pulling her head to the side, bending it in the most painful manner but the woman continued to smile. “What did you give me?”
“I don’t know, human. My king handed it to me.”
“It will kill me?” Tifton’s smile widened. Bulma tossed the woman’s head aside. “Who has the needle?” Bulma was quickly handed the instrument. She looked inside it, “There’s a bit left. I can analyze it and figure out what it is.” But the moment Bulma smiled upon her findings, Tifton jumped and kicked it out of her hand. She was now pinned to the floor, one Sayian for each appendage. Vegeta had grabbed the needle right before it hit the ground.
He handed it to a soldier, “Take it to the lab.”
Tifton started to laugh from the floor, “You’re not going to figure it out. Not in time, anyway.” Vegeta walked over to her, glaring down at her smiling features and smashed his foot in her face, rendering her unconscious instead of killing her.
“Lock her up. Even though blasts can’t hurt her, does not mean beating her won’t.”
The Sayians that were left surrounded the King and Queen protectively. “If I may advise, it would be safer in the castle.” Spoke a soldier. Vegeta nodded and they all headed to the castle keeping a constant glance on Bulma making sure she was holding while he shouted out orders for protection.
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Trunks sunk on the couch, wishing to sleep but the woman was still in his room. He highly doubted he would be able to sleep in that room again. Now that her scent was everywhere. His rubbed his eyes catching sight of a book on the table. He set it on his lap and opened it.
Trunks straigthened. Pictures decorated the pages. Pictures of him with Seneca and the one named Goten. But he passed by these wanting to see more. He stalled as a picture of what he assumed to be his adoptive parents along with him and his two adoptive brothers. He smiled finding it amusing how different he looked compared to them all. He was a piece of a puzzle that didn’t belong.
He flipped through it quickly, finding near the end of the photograph book articles from a newspaper. His face was on the cover with large bold words above it. ‘MISSING’, it read. He scanned the article, but quickly turned the page. A few more clippings, getting smaller and smaller till his picture showed up again with, “BELIEVED DEAD” on the top of it. He read how his family had gotten a mysterious note that told them he had been dead but no body could be recovered. Trunks continued on. Then on the last page, a picture of a woman stared at him with a bright smile. He knew this woman. It was his mother. “Bulma Briefs, back from the grave after nearly twenty-five years missing.” He read this article close wishing to know all that he could about her.
“Want me to tell you who all those people are?”
Trunks jumped to his feet, ki raised and hand out. He had been so distracted he had dropped his guard. He panted heavily, glaring at the woman as if she was an enemy but her fear was enough for him to calm and drop his hand. “I figured it out.” He turned his back.
“Trunks, what’s-”
“Just stay away from me.”
Her eyes water as she gazed at him but he refused to look at her. “I thought-”
“You shouldn’t have been in my room.”
“You were crying.”
“That gives you no right.” He turned to face her. “Stop hoping your Arcadia will come back. Once you do that. It will be easier for the both of us.” He walked out of the cottage leaving Seneca with another broken heart.
Bulma found him in the arena. A small yet lively group surrounded the king and his opponent as they battled without ki, only pure strength. Bulma only had to make her presence known before a small path was open to her so she could be in front. But the Sayians kept their ki up around her for protection. She eyes found her mate and widened at the sight.
Vegeta’s shirt was off. That was all that needed to be said. However she finally noticed something she should have already seen. He appeared smaller. His arm muscles and stomach muscles no longer protruded. They were still overly large, but had sunken, or disappeared. The only way for that to happen for a Sayian was the amount of food they intake. When a Sayian does not eat for long periods of time muscles get eaten, just like a human body, but all a Sayian needs is a week before it starts becoming noticeable. It seemed as if he was now just gaining it all back.
Which meant something else. That though she had thought he had been happy, she had been completely wrong. Food is a part of the Sayian life, when they are miserable they just don’t eat. Radditz had lost forty-five percent of his muscle mass after Kali’s death, within three weeks before Bulma had made an intervention. But she had not been here to help Vegeta. How right Maddox had been.
The opponent hit the floor with a thud. Vegeta smirked at the roar. He straightened, wiping the sweat from his brow and the blood from his lip. The soldier had a very strong punch. The medics carried the body away and Vegeta searched the crowd for a new fighter.
He stalled upon seeing the woman, smirking as she stepped forward. “My turn.” Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned his back, “What, are you chicken? You can’t be scared of little ol’ me?” The crowd chuckled when Vegeta stiffened and turned back around.
A distant voice, “I would run.” Several agreed. “She might have something up her sleeve.” Another yelled.
“Nope.” Bulma smiled lifting up her arms, allowing a little stomach to show, “I don’t have anything. Come on, Vegeta. You up for a challange.”
“A challenge is something you could never give me, woman.” Many laughs echoed.
“Oh yeah?” Bulma did a few exercises, touching her toes, stretching some muscles. The men looked away, knowing that if caught gazing their mates would give them a whole lot of pain, including Vegeta. “Let’s go then.” Bulma did two front flips till she stood in front of her mate.
“Go back to your lab.”
“No. I want to fight.” She punched his arm, quickly trying to hide her wince.
Vegeta gazed down at where she hit. “Didn’t even feel it.”
“I’m just warming up.” She bent down into a fighting position. Vegeta’s eye cocked.
“Alright. Do not cry when you are hurt.” He bent down.
Vegeta had seen the Sayian jump from out of the crowd, he had taken notice of every action the creature made, but none of it registered in his head until their hands were wrapped around his mate and a needle was pressed against her neck. “Nobody move.” She yelled violently. But it had been too late, three Sayians threw blasts at the back of the woman that would have instantly killed her. But her body was wrapped up in a tight powerful ki shield. She smirked triumphantly. “Don’t move, human.” The Sayian bit violently soft in Bulma’s ear who was attempting to struggle free. Her black eyes darted to Vegeta. “This needle holds a deadly injection, be wise, inglorious King.”
“Who are you?”
“Shouldn’t the question be what I want?”
“I don’t care what you want. I want to know who I will be hunting.”
She chuckled. “Of course. My name is Tifton. First born of the pure Sayian Race. My King sent me here as a warning.”
Humor vibrated in his voice, “Another King of the Sayians?” Everyone chuckled.
“The only Pure King. You destroyed our race. For this.” Bulma moaned in pain at the hand that wrapped tightly around her neck and the needle that pressed in the side.
“Twenty years and they are still complaining.”
“Twenty years our vengeance has grown in numbers. We have over a million Sayians, you are dwindling on two hundred thousand. You all standing here today, let it be known, if you surrender yourself, and give allegiance to the Pure king, you will not be harmed and will be granted forgiveness. But those that fight, will die a traidor’s death. Tell me, how many have died for your fruitless plight? How many sacificed themselves for your shameful mating?”
“You would not be alive today had it not been for me. Frieza would have killed us all.”
“You will kill us all. Not all at once of course, but slowly you are killing us all. How many more deaths will be caused in this war?”
“That’s up to your King. Tell him to fight me, and only me, and no one else will die.”
She smiled, “Where’s the punishment? You deserve to be reprimanded for your injustices upon our race. This woman, and your disgraceful offsprings deserve death.” She stalled and smirked. “Yes, I know your secret, Vegeta. I can smell him all of you. And they all will receive death. A most painful kind. But not before you watch her suffer.” The sentence ended and the needle slipped in. Bulma screamed and all Sayians were on her.
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Trunks awoke, panting and shivering. The voice of Klooer still vibrated in his ears. The sight of the computer screen that had brainwashed him still glinted in his eyes. He swallowed hard blinking away the memories of Hell. He stared up at the ceiling for only a moment before flinging the covers away from him, however stalling upon seeing his naked form. His brows knit, not remembering when he had undressed. He looked around the room for his clothes before his eyes caught sight of the sleeping woman with her naked back exposed toward him.
He was on his feet and across the room in a second, his back pressed tightly against the wall. Curses were screaming in his head but he didn’t dare make a sound, he couldn’t wake her. Not when he was still naked. He grabbed his sweat pants off the floor and ran out the room, out the cottage and dropped to his knees in the dirt.
Tears of rage flowed down his cheeks and he buried his face in his thighs, fists pounding the ground beneath him but not enough to vibrate the earth.
He cried for his memory, still broken on so many levels. He cried for Seneca, having no memory of ever being with her, but knowing that he had. And he cried for the guilt that ran through him, remembering the three concubines he had taken to his bed again and again. For dreaming of Senna, the one he cared for and that Klooer had ripped apart.
Would Seneca be able to forgive him? No, no one could ever forgive that. He knew he couldn’t. So he had to demolish her love. He had to do anything to get her to stay back. He would much have her hate him because he wanted not to love her, then have her hate him for betraying her. Let her have her Arcadia. Her pure mind and her pure thoughts of the man she loved. Let her keep that with her and maybe one day she would move on and be happy. But never let her know that he had taken other females to bed. Never take her innocence like his was taken.
His resolve was stronger then ever before. He would pretend to hate her and pretend not to care about what she has to say. It will keep her safe. It will keep her pure.
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They held Tifton’s arms tight giving her no room to get away. Everyone watched carefully wondering what was going to happen to their queen. Vegeta knelled down next to her catching her blue eyes staring up at him, her hand held her neck tightly, blood was dripping down. “How are you feeling?” Panic was present in his eyes but he showed nothing upon his features. His heart banged wildly in his chest, berating himself over and over for not reacting properly. He should have noticed the woman. Noticed the difference in her clothing. Noticed the difference in appearence alone. But he hadn’t thought anything bad could have happened. She was in the safest place. She was surrounded by Sayians that adored her, and she was with him. How could this have happened?
“I don’t feel anything.” She reassured touching his hand which he gripped and lifted to her feet. But Bulma’s momentarily relief faded when she saw the woman’s amused smirk. She went nose to nose with her, “What did you give me?”
She just smiled back. “I have no idea.” She laughed a bit.
Bulma gripped the woman’s hair tight pulling her head to the side, bending it in the most painful manner but the woman continued to smile. “What did you give me?”
“I don’t know, human. My king handed it to me.”
“It will kill me?” Tifton’s smile widened. Bulma tossed the woman’s head aside. “Who has the needle?” Bulma was quickly handed the instrument. She looked inside it, “There’s a bit left. I can analyze it and figure out what it is.” But the moment Bulma smiled upon her findings, Tifton jumped and kicked it out of her hand. She was now pinned to the floor, one Sayian for each appendage. Vegeta had grabbed the needle right before it hit the ground.
He handed it to a soldier, “Take it to the lab.”
Tifton started to laugh from the floor, “You’re not going to figure it out. Not in time, anyway.” Vegeta walked over to her, glaring down at her smiling features and smashed his foot in her face, rendering her unconscious instead of killing her.
“Lock her up. Even though blasts can’t hurt her, does not mean beating her won’t.”
The Sayians that were left surrounded the King and Queen protectively. “If I may advise, it would be safer in the castle.” Spoke a soldier. Vegeta nodded and they all headed to the castle keeping a constant glance on Bulma making sure she was holding while he shouted out orders for protection.
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Trunks sunk on the couch, wishing to sleep but the woman was still in his room. He highly doubted he would be able to sleep in that room again. Now that her scent was everywhere. His rubbed his eyes catching sight of a book on the table. He set it on his lap and opened it.
Trunks straigthened. Pictures decorated the pages. Pictures of him with Seneca and the one named Goten. But he passed by these wanting to see more. He stalled as a picture of what he assumed to be his adoptive parents along with him and his two adoptive brothers. He smiled finding it amusing how different he looked compared to them all. He was a piece of a puzzle that didn’t belong.
He flipped through it quickly, finding near the end of the photograph book articles from a newspaper. His face was on the cover with large bold words above it. ‘MISSING’, it read. He scanned the article, but quickly turned the page. A few more clippings, getting smaller and smaller till his picture showed up again with, “BELIEVED DEAD” on the top of it. He read how his family had gotten a mysterious note that told them he had been dead but no body could be recovered. Trunks continued on. Then on the last page, a picture of a woman stared at him with a bright smile. He knew this woman. It was his mother. “Bulma Briefs, back from the grave after nearly twenty-five years missing.” He read this article close wishing to know all that he could about her.
“Want me to tell you who all those people are?”
Trunks jumped to his feet, ki raised and hand out. He had been so distracted he had dropped his guard. He panted heavily, glaring at the woman as if she was an enemy but her fear was enough for him to calm and drop his hand. “I figured it out.” He turned his back.
“Trunks, what’s-”
“Just stay away from me.”
Her eyes water as she gazed at him but he refused to look at her. “I thought-”
“You shouldn’t have been in my room.”
“You were crying.”
“That gives you no right.” He turned to face her. “Stop hoping your Arcadia will come back. Once you do that. It will be easier for the both of us.” He walked out of the cottage leaving Seneca with another broken heart.