Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ If you could only see ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

So Blue

Prolong

If you could only see….


Panting hard as she ran, holding the small newborn child in her arms as she followed her lover to the docking bay. It was the only way to save him. There wasn’t anything she could do. She knew that. She just wished it didn’t have to go down like this. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Their life was supposed to be perfect. “Shh, It’s ok, Trunks. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.” She whispered to the small bundle that cried hysterically in her chest, hating the rough treatment that he was being subjected to while he tried to sleep.


“Shut that brat up, woman!” Her lover growled as he continued to lead his mate and child down the palace hallways. It had continuously cried ever since the sirens went off over thirty minutes ago. He had enough gull to blast the damn child. And he would have, if one: it wasn’t his brat. And two: if the woman wouldn’t take it personally and yell to the seven hells of Vegeta-sei at him for doing it.


“It is not as easy as it sounds, Vegeta!” Bulma yelled back.


He stopped so suddenly, Bulma hadn’t paid attention and ran right into his back. She squealed as her body began to fall backward only to have her husband, grasp her around her waist and slam her to the wall, covering his hand over her mouth while his other grabbed the child’s tail and pulled it, instantly causing the child to slip into unconsciousness. He sighed and savored the music of war without the child’s cries. His eyes stared straight into his female’s while he listened intensely to the footsteps that were running down the hallway at the intersection they stopped at.


Vegeta breathed heavily in concentration. His energy almost zapped out after he defeated Zarbon and Dadoria in battle. His aderline ran too high at the moment though to feel the pain that had seriously been afflicted to his body. He wouldn’t allow himself to think of his precious tail that had been cut off by the duo. No, he needed to concentrate on what his next move was. There wasn’t much time. Frieza would soon be here. Shit! How had everything screw up so badly! They had planned it out, they had set dates, times, and moments of how and when every warrior of Frieza’s army was going to die. But, they had been over confident. As most Sayians are. Bulma had been right. Why hadn’t he listened to her!? Now all of his people would die including him and his gorgeous queen.


His eyes strayed down to their child. This little one would be their only avenger. This little baby will become the most powerful Prince of Sayians the universe had ever seen. This half-breed who had been created out of spite, out of betrayal, and out of forbidden passion. He will be the one to defeat all whom oppose him and become ruler of worlds beyond that of any king of the past. Vegeta’s only regret is that he wouldn’t be able to see if for himself.


His eyes snapped back up to his mate as her smooth fingers touched his sweaty and bloody cheek. She knew what he was thinking. She had the same thoughts going through her head. Vegeta removed his hand and covered her lips with his, swirling their tongues in the same erotic dance they have done for the past three years.


Once the soldiers from Frieza’s army past, Vegeta grabbed her hand and hauled her down the hallway, eyes darting around the secret, empty docking bay where lay three space pods. All for the royal family if the planet should be in any harm. But it had been decided when rebellion against Frieza was just talk. If the planet were to be destroyed, so were the present rulers. “Put him in, quick!” Vegeta ordered as he powered his ki incase any soldiers had followed.


Bulma quickly kissed her child one last time, tears falling from her sweaty, pale cheeks, knowing this would be the last time she’ll ever see her first born. She whispered words into his ear, holding him to her bosom, praying the gods of Vegeta-sei that they’ll help him alive as he journeyed through the unknown space. “Hurry up!” Vegeta growled firing a ki blast at a warrior.


Bulma placed him inside, poking in the coordinate to a planet on the opposite side of the galaxy that he would one day rule with his Sayian power. She stepped back as it powered up and blasted through the open roof. Bulma dropped her head in her hands, saying good-bye one last time.


She felt her husband’s hands on her shoulders. “It is only temporary. You will see him again.” He whispered in her ear. She nodded and sobered quickly knowing right now, she needed to be strong for this day will be the most challenging day of her life. Judgment day as she so liked to call it when it was just an idea floating in her brilliant mind.


Bulma faced her battered and beaten life partner, her teeth clenching, her fist tightening, “Let’s beat the shit out of them.” She declared causing a small smirk to appear on her mate’s face.


“Surely you don’t mean us?”


Vegeta snapped around, quickly putting his mate behind him and bending down into a fighting stance. “Frieza.” He barred his teeth. His eyes did a quick scan. Ten soldiers on each side. Easy enough. But Frieza would surely win. A fact that made his blood boil with hatred that he wasn’t strong enough to proclaim victory.


“King Vegeta. I have heard some interesting rumors. I’m not sure if I can believe them. But from the state of you and your mate’s dishevel appearance, I take it my two best men have finally gone to hell.”


“Bet your ass they did.” Bulma bit back only to silence with a growl by her husband.


“Always a vulgar tongue, Queen Bulma.” The silk long tail of Frieza’s white and purple body swayed with amusement along with the wide grin on his red lips. His blood filled orbs stared deviously at the beautiful Sayian queen but it was blocked by the possessive monkey King. He chuckled at the obvious disapproval of his straying eyes.


“King Vegeta!” Ten Sayians, along with Radditz, Bardock, Turles, and Toma dropped down beside the royal family, all bloody and bruised from their own battle but ready to fight to defend their nobles.


Any other time, Vegeta would have told them all to leave. But with Bulma behind him, reminding him quietly that his pride had to be for once forgotten, he allowed them by his side. He was not just protecting himself anymore. He was protecting his people. Pride could not be a discussion in this matter.


As Vegeta stared at his adversary, he knew, the likelihood of winning was slim. But at the moment, winning didn’t matter. If he were to die, no regrets would be lying on his soul. No what ifs, no desires unfilled. He had done everything his father had wished of him. He had a beautiful, worthwhile mate, a gorgeous son, and created the best empire the universe had ever known. His only wish, was to be there for his son like his father was there for him. But he threw that out the window, it wasn’t possible. Just like winning.


He felt the warm touch of his mate grace his shoulder. It was time. No longer talk. No longer plans. Now it was time to see exactly how much he wanted to be there for his son. That would decide the fate of his planet's future.