Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ Who's To Blame? ( Chapter 18 )

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Vegeta didn't know weather it was a defeat or a victory, or if it was just cowardly but either way, he gazed at the fleet that was now miles behind him. They had chased after them but as ordered, Vegeta's fleet laid just at the edge of his empire and once Klooer had seen this, his battle had ended. Damages are considerable but the bots are taking care of their busted engine and hundreds of holes in the outer shell. He was still fascinated with how many improvements Bulma had made to this ship. She had put two extra layers of that metal that not even his legendary power could break to surround the ship, so only the most powerful of attacks can break but then it would have to do it again and then once again to reach the ship. And that wasn't including the shield that acted as a forth layer. He knew she was brilliant but it was at times like these he was still being amazed.

Walking into the CMB, Vegeta quickly questioned, "How is my mate?"

"Unharmed and in your quarters' sir."

"And my daughter?"

The stall may have been only two seconds but Vegeta caught it and snapped his eyes to Bardock. "We have yet to get access to her room, sir. She is inside but will not open her door. Queen Bulma is the only one that can break the lock. We cannot blast it open in fear that we will hit her."

"Tell her to do it." Vegeta turned sharply out.

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"How is it going?" Vegeta questioned watching his mate fiddle with her toy that was plugged into the key pad.

"She has changed her lock so now I have to place in a virus that will disengage all locks for the time being since they are all connected to the main computer. This also might effect the ship's controls so if we do this, we will be floating it air for a while."

"Do it."

"All righty then." Bulma typed in the virus and instantly, the numbers on the keypad started flickering, dying by the poison that it was fed. "Five, four, three, two, one." Immediately all the lights and power clicked off simultaneously. "Go for it." Thankfully, the emergency lights slipped on in the hallways.

Vegeta nodded to Kali, who got to his knees and pried the door up above his head, moving aside to allow his king to enter. Vegeta sparked his ki, using the light from his power as a flashlight. His feet stalled though at the thick smell of blood. "Get Meds. Now." Vegeta barked before calmly stepping around the darkened room, using his nose as his guide. As he made his way around the couch, his eyes immediately widened.

"Bra." Kali whispered running past his king and to her side. With the light that Vegeta was emitting he could see all of the blood that covered her form and surrounded her body. He couldn't tell however what was causing the bleeding considering that it was everywhere.

Bulma ran in at the sound of her mate's voice after Kali, watching from Vegeta's side as Kali looked over her. Her shock was completely dismissed for mother instincts kicked in, her knees dropped beside the child, glass digging into her skin but she was ignorant of it. She took her wrist to check her pulse only to be denied at that collar that encircled it. With Bra's wrist in hand, Bulma turned her gaze back to her husband. "What is this?" Bulma whispered, not all believing that he would use this tool of war on his own daughter.

But Vegeta couldn't bring himself to answer as he stared down at her with crossed arms and an unrelenting gaze. The meds quickly appeared with their tools and stretcher, pushing their queen out of the way to get to the wounded. "Weak pulse. We need to get her to a tank."

Shaking her head while staring at her soundless husband, Bulma replied, swallowing her anger first, "Computers will be down for at least an hour."

"She doesn't have an hour." Replied a doctor.

"The hell she does." Growled Kali, lifting his secret mate from the needles of glass over to the stretcher, placing her fairly gentle on it. "She is strong. She is Sayian." He replied, stroking her blood soaked hair, before kissing her bloody forehead. "Take her now." He demanded, the doctors immediately picked it up.

Bulma hurried to her daughter's side, "This might help." Pinching the sides of the wrist collar and placing a finger underneath to press the release button, it instantly fell off.

Now that the room was empty, Bulma sighed heavily, running her hand through her hair. She gazed at the collar in her hand. Words seemed improper and tactless, her anger too high to be measured. She opted for a safe route, "Tell me why?"

"She was getting too rebellious. I had no choice."

"So you used a weapon to lock our child up?"

"What was I suppose to do? She wouldn't tell me who it is she is courting. She does not follow any of my orders.--"

"Oh, boy, Vegeta. You really screwed up now. She is not one of your soldiers. She does not have to follow your orders and yes you can punish her but by using a weapon to do it, what the hell is the matter with you? She is not a prisoner."

"There is no time for this."

"There is no time for it ever. There is always time, Vegeta. There is always time for family. You need to understand the difference between us, your wife and daughter, and them, your soldiers which do not love you as we do. If she…" Bulma stalled, and for the first time turning to her husband, seeing his regret shine in his dark eyes, "If she lives, Vegeta. I want you to do everything you can to get her to forgive you for all of the wrongs you have done to her over the years. That is all I ask of you. Promise me."

"Every promise I manage to break. I will not again."

"Fair enough. Then tell me you will, don't promise it."

"I will."

"All right. Now I have to fix the computers." Bulma quickly left leaving Vegeta to gaze back at the destroyed table and the floor that was soaked with his daughter's blood.

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Goten ran passed the guard that stood just outside the door, going straight in, caring not for the anger that was present in his warning growl. However, upon entering the candle lit room he stalled with wide eyes and an open mouth. He hadn't believed it when he over heard the news but now that he saw it for himself, reality finally managed to sink in.

Bra laid like a still less piece of divine art upon her white sheeted mattress. Her body though clean and covered to the chest was in shambles with deep wounds that penetrated it seemed to the bone. Her face flawless once now held mazes of thin blood lines across her eyes, nose, and lips. Goten couldn't see much of the rest of her body, just her arms which were in the same gruesome state as her beautiful face, still perfect however but forever ruined.

It didn't surprise him to find Kali sitting next to her, with his back to him, barely touching her fingers in fear of harming her cuts. Taking a step into the room, the door sliding shut behind him alerted the man that he had company though Goten knew that Kali had all ready sensed him. Goten went to the opposite side of the bed, wanting to touch her but knowing he shouldn't. "I should never have left her." He shook his head, "I could have protected her."

Kali heard the whisper and though at any point anger and jealousy would have quickly taken control, he stayed translucent, emotionless in his words as he stared at his fallen angel, "She was not yours to protect." He swallowed his shame gently letting his fingers slide over the gold band that wrapped her finger.

"I still should have stayed. That's what friends do."

The slow rhythm of the oxygen intake, filled the silent room, reminded both of them just how close to death she lies. Having no machines there with nothing to watch her heart or revitalize her if she were to give in to the bliss of death. She would just be gone. A fact that scared Kali then any battle. He wanted to whisper to her that if she held on for only fifteen more minutes, a tank would surely be there to take her pain and heal her scarring wounds. But if it were any longer, Kali knew she would not make it. He could feel her slipping deep into the call of the heavens. However, if she were to live through this somehow, scars would surely be the sacrifice. He could live with it, hell he couldn't care what the hell she looked like, but he knew how much it would destroy her.

Kali lifted his dark tired eyes to the half-breed across from him viewing the worried and frightened expression of the young man. And as said before at any other time that would have probably filled him with rage and resentment for the creature but he couldn't while sitting beside his fading mistress. "For some odd reason," Goten brought his eyes to the man finding Kali gazing softly at Bra, "My mate has an interest in you. And actually trusts you with our affair." Flickering his black eyes up to his cousin, "Maybe I have been too rash in my judgment toward you.

Goten smiled, "Don't worry about it. I wasn't as friendly as I could have been. Dad and Grandpa kind of got on my case."

"You too, huh?" Kali chuckled. "I must admit though. You and your kin are the oddest Sayians I have ever met."

"Your kind is also strange. It's an adjustment. It's kind of fun."

"A positive thinking Sayian. Never thought I'd say those words." His humor faded rather quickly as Kali lowered his lips to kiss Bra's palm before nuzzling it with his nose not caring for the smearing of blood that wiped on to his face.

"You really do love her, don't you?"

Kali's movements stall for a moment before his eyes went to Bra's face. "For a Sayian, love is not possible. We are too…stubborn to commit ourselves to such an emotion. Though she makes me want to be able to feel it. If that makes any sense."

Goten gently smiled, "Perfect."

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Bulma smiled reassuringly watching her only child float in the green liquid that surrounded her naked form. She felt like patting herself on the back. She had gotten the computers fixed in fifty minutes, best record yet and now her daughter won't have to suffer any longer. She was a complete genius. But a frown did happen to form on her lips. She knew from the appearance of some of her daughter's wounds that a few would scar in the fact that they weren't healed quick enough. She prayed that none would mar her daughter's beautiful face considering how ashamed Bra would quickly be of her appearance. Being told how gorgeous she was from the age of two takes a toll on you when suddenly you are not as flawless as you once were.

And once again the seer was right. How she wished Vegeta believed in it, but no matter how much proof he always denied it. She just wished she had known that it was her daughter's blood that would be shed in the battle. But things such as that were not given, for too much knowledge can break fate. And fate is something not to be messed with.

Bulma turned her head to the door that rested just ten feet from her and nervously bit her lip. She prayed that Vegeta didn't kill the one her daughter had attached herself too the last few years.