Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ Just Too Perfect ( Chapter 32 )

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"I don't think we need to do this." Bulma protested. "I mean Klooer never attacks the planet considering he wants to take it over someday. He wouldn't ruin it in anyway. This is pointless." Although while she complained she turned the key to the forth generated and pumped the small hand lever till the tiny screen blinked a hundred percent. "This one's ready."

"This one too." Bardock replied shutting the small protection door before rising to his feet then helping his queen. "Will it work?"

"Considering that I never once tested it except for on a demonstration screen, Yeah, it will work. My inventions always work." She quickly turned her head not wanting to see the disapproving glare of her fellow lab partner who knew good and well more then half of her projects blow up in her face. He can't even remember how many times they had to rebuild the Lab room.

Bardock let her slid only because her bodyguards were there. "What needs to happen?"

"Well, after all of the generators are at their peak, I need to flip the main switch which is this." She held up a little square device. "Vegeta flies to the top of the castle where the metal rod is and place his foot on it. After that I'm a little unsure, that's his part to conduct. I flip the switch, the generators that are lined around the mountain will react to his power, they will manipulate it making a protective dome. My magnificent and one of a kind Dome Minder."

"I still don't see why this needs to involve the king. He will be completely helpless for at least an hour. Someone with enormous power must watch over him. Besides that, the King needs to be with his people in this battle."

"I understand that and so does Vegeta but the generators only read his power, plus he is the strongest here to do, and more importantly, he is the only one who knows how to do whatever it is that he does."

Bardock crossed his arms over his chest as if saying he wasn't satisfied but he soon sighed, knowing he would never win against his queen. "And what will this do precisely?"

Bulma arched a blue brow, "I see someone wasn't listening at the meeting."

"I was, until you started talking."

Bulma stuck her tongue out but quickly went back to what she was saying. "It will deflect any and all kinds of beams thrown at it. Klooer won't even be able to penetrate it unless he hit's the generator. But I have small protective bubbles around them. Not strong but good enough."

"What is the difference between this shield and the one covering our ships?"

Bulma huffed, "This will teach you to listen the next time Bardock!" He winced for his sensitive hearing. Bulma crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest. "Many things. One, this shield absorb the blasts being thrown at it. It will deflect anything that is not pure energy like a body. Let's hope it's not any of our soldiers considering it will more then likely fry them. Two, instead of our guns being practically outside of the shield you can shoot it from inside so the machine won't get destroyed. A person can also pass through from the inside without being harmed but they won't be able to come back in And I could go on but it is a waste of time." She grabbed her tool bag which was instantly taken from her hand by her bodyguard. Bulma gave her a sour face, wishing only for a second that Turles was still hers. He would never do a thing like that but these guards didn't know how she worked and it unnerved her. However she let it go. There was no time to teach them now. "Bardock, I need you to get my newest Regeneration Tank and set it up at the front doors. That is our meeting place. Have five soldiers of your highest fleet protect it while Vegeta is in there. There may just be traitors among us and I will not have Vegeta be killed so dishonorably.

"Right." Bardock quickly clicked on his earpiece and repeated the message to another soldier. "What else, Lady?"

Bulma momentarily lapsed, though while staring at her castle that was separated by thousands of impatience Sayians all waiting at the head of the second floor balcony where Vegeta's throne room laid. She turned her head looking down at the 2000 foot drop that led into the towns and villages below all nearly empty of life. "I want you to do a quick sweep. Check on the other side of the planet just in case someone is hunting and hadn't heard the sirens. I should have put a com link out there. Remind me to do that. Are all the food capsules down in the storage in the mountain?" He quickly nodded. "All right. Activate the elevator. I want to calm my people's worries and wonder. Oh, make sure your family is safe in the castle. Whatever questions they have answer it. I want them to be unafraid. Your son seems pretty powerful. See if he would like to fight if it comes to that. Maybe he can be the one protecting Vegeta. If only though we could have gotten them off this planet. If only Vegeta hadn't been so foolish and rushed us into this. Do you think there is still time?"

"With all due respect, Lady, I would rather keep him here. I wish not to lose him again." Bardock chuckled causing a small smile to rise on Bulma's lips while she nodded.

"Understood. Oh, my daughter?"

"She is safe in the castle with my grandson. He is smitten with the her and will protect her with great heed. And do not question if he is strong enough. He is a Super Sayian."

"I fear however this war will make their judgments rash. I prey Bra does not go back on her word. Anyway, can you think of anything else?"

Bardock's tail recoiled around his waist in his trepidation. He was worried what the queen would say to this news. "Lady, I must tell you of the Sayian Vegeta rescued."

Her face immediately burned red, eyes instant slit and lips curled into a deep frown. She held up her hand denying him permission to continue, "Do not bring that up with me, Bardock. It will save you grief."

"But Queen, the kid, he--"

"I will not listen to this shit, Bardock. How can I believe it? Your own grandson told us he had died, he is a honest young man, I can see that. There would be no reason for him to lie. And even if he had, you actually expect me to believe that Klooer had my child all these years when that thing had never step foot on Earth? It doesn't make any sense, Bardock. I have made my point and whatever it is you need to say, save it. I have suffered enough. Now let us go. We need to prepare for this meaningless war." She quickly hopped on her bike and with her bodyguards that followed obediently.

Bardock shook his head, a small wisp of a smile on his lips. "How wrong you are my Lady."

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Goten panted heavily, nearly forcing his sharp crannies out of her delicate skin, hearing her hiss in pain. He winced also as she did the same. He felt her chest heave against his own, both still in awe of each other. Their trembling bodies parted only slightly and Goten was only vaguely aware that sometime during their activities he had rolled her over and nearly suffocated her entire body with his. He bent his leg to hold his weight upon his knee, his other one still straight between hers. Bra's lightly haired middle tickling his thigh. His throbbing shaft, rubbed against her own thigh but he paid no mind to it. His body was still recovering from the after effects of his soul orgasm that left him completely drained but desiring more. He wanted to take her, ravish her, have all of her. But this will have to suffice for right now. The body bonding could wait. Besides he was way too tired and from the looks of it, she was all ready for sleep.

Goten smiled softly, nuzzling her cheek, purring, something he had never thought he was capable of doing against her, relaxing his new mate. She moaned, a smile stretched upon her bloody lips. Instinctively his tongue reached out to lick it away, groaning when she opened for him, diving his tongue into her, twirling it with hers. They tasted each others blood and the energy that had recently left them was revitalized. Their bodies tightening, hands touching each other's skin, legs stroking the apex of one another causing moans and groans.

Though slowly, they realized they still needed to breath every now and then and parted reluctantly. Goten kissed around her mouth, on her cheeks, on her nose and upon her eyelids. "Gods what did you do to me?" He breathed against her.

Bra smiled, her fingers gently stroking the fine hairs upon his neck. "We bonded. Our souls."

"Your smell is intoxicating." He took in a deep breath against her ear, she giggled in his grasp. "I feel so…It's like I'm high." He smiled, knowing she would have no idea what he meant. "And you're my drug. I don't think I can explain it any better. Gods," He kissed her ear down her jaw, gently sucking on her bloody neck hearing her whimper, her nails digging into his bare but scratched back. "Do you feel like I do? Do you feel so unbelievably, oh, I don't know. Empty but amazingly full?"

She nodded against him before her hand led his head to rest upon her chest, allowing his body to finally relax. His arms hugged her, her hands stroking his crazy hair. So much like Kali. So soft and yet with rough unwavering endings. A small sadness overwhelmed her with the thought but she was quickly taken from it by the sudden movement of her new mate, now looking at her with a curious eye. "Why is it I can feel your emotions more then ever now?"

She smiled lightly at him, "We are united, Goten. Our emotions, our thoughts."

His head once again dropped to her bosom, he nuzzled her plump skin, watching the rosy nipple sharpen to a point before his eyes. "I am so tired."

"Sleep my love. For when we wake I am afraid we will need to join the fight."

"Fight?"

"Klooer comes. No reason to why but he is angry. The sirens are now off meaning the meeting has all ready begun."

"I will protect you." His arms tightened and he raised his head once again to look at her with a small smile. "I love you."

She leaned down to kiss his nose, "I love you too."

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Whatever building that stifled him, could someone please move it? Pretty Please? Trunks groaned and twisted uneasily. The sheet upon his naked body was like a block of ice, so cold he was. Where was he? He couldn't hear anything except one constant beep and soon in his musings he realized the beep was that of his own heart. His senses flared, no one in the room. No one close.

However two powers made themselves known to him. One was undistinguishable, though impressively high and disturbingly familiar. It could only be that beast that had kidnapped him from his master. And then the one he knew so in depth. He felt his master's power fill his own body, revitalizing him once again with it's pure energy. His eyes fluttered open. Trunks wanted to call for him. Wanted to beg Klooer to take him back home. He didn't want to be in this strange place with these people that he hated. But the words of his master trampled his rebellious thoughts.

'Bring her to me and I shall let you come home. If you fail, I will kill you if you return.'

He couldn't fail. He wanted to go home with his master. Be with him and his females. He needed to get up, no saying how long he had been out. He did not have time to battle his indecision.

His body ached and he groaned at the pain though sat up in spite of it. His body now clean of the violation he had endured, his hair once again it's soft texture. Trunks ripped the bandages from his wounds which now were healed and the only witness there ever was a injury was the white newborn tissue that covered it.

He rose from the bed, quickly holding the edge to keep him steady, his blue eyes now clear scanned the room hurriedly. Clothes on the back of the chair. Who's clothes? Certainly not his but they were there and he went to them. He rapidly pulled them on, finding them rather tight, not liking how they stuck to every vein of muscle and ripple of skin. But it was flexible for fighting and it suited him fine. He left the cape whatever the hell that was for and the little metal earpiece thingy. He had no use for such pointless items.

Trunks took a deep breath, closing his eyes and with the force taught to him, honed his skills on one power. And there she was. She felt just as Klooer had said. Her ki weak but her very essence sent chills down his spine. He wanted to meet this creature. This creature that was supposable a part of him.

Searching once more, no one would be in his path. How stupid these creatures were. So trusting it disgusted him. They figured that just because he was their lost Prince that he would care for them? Ha! They had sent him away! They had banished him without even knowing him! He felt nothing for these ignorant mammals. And he would prove to them that their faith is in the wrong hands when they realize he was the cause of their downfall! He will feel nothing for they had felt nothing for him! He will watch their blood ooze across the night of space and bask in their screams for their exile of him! He was just a child. An innocent child and they had hated him. They had feared his power. He would prove to them on this day that they had right to fear.

No more musing. Time to capture what his master wanted and hopefully return home. That was all he wanted. And if this had to happen for Klooer to allow him to forever be at his side then he would complete the task discreetly and quickly.

Trunks ran down the hall, eyes darting this way and that. Her power so weak, it was almost too simple. If there were guards he didn't feel them. His mind concentrated on only her. And if there were guards they will meet their maker before Klooer even sends his first assault. Trunks wickedly smirked. Klooer had said revenge was sweet. But could it possibly be this divine?