Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Stolen Innocence ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Me? Own DBZ? Only in the deepest recesses of my warped dream scape. No, seriously, don't be ridiculous and assume that I actually do.
A/N: Howdy! This be my first fanfic, so be lenient on me. Anyway, this is something that I've always had in the back of my mind so I decided to put it to paper, so to speak. Just to be clear, anything in italics are thoughts. "Italics" with quotations is telepathic speech between characters. In this story, any saiyan can speak telepathically with one another if the notion strikes them.



Chapter 1

Bulma’s eyes darted back and forth between her parents. Her Kaasan stood ramrod straight before her rightful King, her long black-brown tail was wrapped tightly about her waist in preparation for a fight. Her long brown hair was tied at the nape of her neck with a green sash that matched the silk of the gown she wore. She was ordinary by Saiyan standards, but to her only daughter, the alien female was a living goddess. Her wide blue eyes traveled back to her human Tousan, pinned to his knees by the adolescent Saiyan boy that had found her in the woods. Physically he wasn’t much compared to some of his species, but his mind far surpassed anything measurable, intelligence wise. Bulma could tell by his face that he was in pain. The raven-haired boy had his arms wrenched up behind his back, twisting them painfully in their sockets. Papa. Bulma gritted her teeth and jerked her arms from the young boy that held her. “Let go!”

The boy’s arms lost their grip in surprise and he stared blankly as she started to get away. Oh no… Springing into action, he dove for her and caught onto her ankles. She immediately dropped from the air and slammed into the cold steel floor of the carrier ship they’d been dragged to. The air whooshed out of her lungs and the young Saiyan boy managed to plant his heavier body on her back. The girl beneath him squirmed and bucked underneath him, but she couldn’t dislodge herself a second time. He glanced up and found that every pair of eyes in the room was riveted on him and the struggling girl. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

The King sent the boy an icy glare before returning his gaze back to the traitorous female before him. He remembered her now. Yes, I sent her to this spitball of a planet years ago to investigate. His heavy gaze moved from her, to the human male Bardock’s son had pinned, and then back to the child that had finally ceased her squabbles. It seems she’s done a lot more than investigate. “Sleeka, isn’t it?”

The woman before him visibly jumped at the grating tone in his voice. Her eyes dropped and she kneeled down begrudgingly. “Yes, sire.”
“
Well, if I remember correctly, I sent you here to investigate the natives not mingle with them!” His thunderous voice only grew louder as he spoke.

Sleeka flinched, but didn’t buckle. “I was wounded upon my arrival and my pod was damaged. I lost contact with my superiors. The natives proved to be welcoming and Tru…, this man restored my health. Out of gratitude I spared their lives.” Her eyes locked with her mate’s and she tried desperately to convey her sorrow to him.

It didn’t go unnoticed. The King smirked. “Don’t you mean that you bonded with this filth and spawned an abomination with it?” He pointed over at Bulma.

Sleeka’s maternal instinct raged upward and she growled. “Leave my child out of this.” Her voice was a low hiss. She should have known this day would come. The day when her forefathers came searching for her. I shouldn’t have stayed. What I’ve done is unforgivable and now my mate and offspring hang in the balance. It had always lurked, undermining her thoughts, swirling uncertainty, the fact that she’d gone AWOL and abandoned her Saiyan heritage for the less barbaric human one. Her clan had never been known for its physical prowess, and in a world that revolved around measurable strength, she’d been doomed from birth. Couple that with her instinctually good-natured-ness it wasn’t a big stretch to understand why she’d embraced the human race with open arms. The planet itself was breathtakingly beautiful, a stark reversal of her home world. But it too had its hidden dangers and even her Saiyan blood couldn’t withstand the viral assault. Coming to terms with her impending death, she paid no attention to the warm arms that had carried her back to the land of the living. Her mate had found her prone in the woodlands near her crashed pod, and despite her apparently foreign origins, he healed her. Sleeka felt her inner strength solidify and she curled her slender hands into balled fists. “She is an innocent.”

The King studied her another moment, taking in the sudden fury in her eyes at the mention of her spawn. The Saiyan female’s true instincts were returning, the ones borne centuries before the act of separation. Back to when mates raised their own offspring as a closely knit unit and not by technological brain feeders. Her defiance and ferocity were almost honorable. Almost. “Since when have innocents been spared in battle?”

Sleeka leapt to her feet, her tail bristling angrily. “There is no battle here!” The burning need to protect Bulma shot all her sense to the wayside.

Dr. Briefs could feel her rage singing through their mental link. She’s going to get all of us killed if she doesn’t relax. He craned his neck as best he could to see the King’s face. What he saw chilled him to the bone. The enormous Saiyan’s countenance was twisted into a livid snarl, the grit of his teeth hard enough to crush diamonds, but it was the murderous glint that swirled in his pitch black eyes that shook him to the core. Trunks swung his eyes back to his wife and concentrated on her mind. "Let me in, Sleeka. Let me in". The stubborn Saiyan was shutting off her mind to him. Jaw clenching, he pushed harder. "Sleeka! Don’t you dare ignore me!"

The King was holding back. Why? He didn’t know. But it was enough for him to see the audacious female flinch and touch her temple with a trembling hand. He saw her shake her head and squeeze her eyes shut against some unknown force. Her ki was slowly lowering back down to a controllable level and it dawned on him as to why. The silly human. Relaxing, he crossed his arms back over his massive chest and glared down at the light-haired human male that was easily pinned to the floor by Bardock’s adolescent brat, Raditz. He could sense the mental link between them and a brief flash of curiosity at their ability to create one was squashed before it could take root. He lifted a hand and waved it dismissively at Raditz. “Release him.”

The long haired boy immediately dropped the human and stepped back hastily. Dr. Briefs grimaced as he swung his arms around to stop himself from hitting the deck. Breathing deeply, he ignored the waves of agonizing pain and slowly rose to his feet. He glanced behind at the teenager only to see him staring at the floor. What?

“He released you.” Sleeka’s rich voice filled his mind and he turned his eyes back to her.

Her bright brown eyes were passionate with love, the only way she’d ever been able to express it to him. It was too ingrained into the fiber of her being to speak the words of such a sacred entity. Trunks opened his soul to her and suddenly knew why he’d been released. “The Bond.” Her eyes softened even more as she was suddenly gripped about the throat by the King.

“It seems that you’ve been able to do the impossible and bond with this inferior creature.” The King spat out his words like a bad taste. “Not only that but you’ve managed to breed with it. Such a creature is forbidden.” He snorted as he slowly closed his hand. “I am going to enjoy choking the life out of the brat before your eyes.” The rage he been looking for returned and she bucked in his grip, her ki flaring out around her in a blazing red aura.

“I’ll never let you touch her, you heathen!” Sleeka gritted her teeth and dug her hands into the flesh of his forearm, rivulets of bloods trailing from the slits her nails had dug.

Bardock swallowed the hard knot that had formed in his throat. If a subject were to ever go against the crown, the punishment was death. But here was this weak, humanized Saiyan female drawing blood from their King, the most powerful of their race. She knows she cannot defeat him, yet she still battles. He had known Sleeka before. Before this, and she had always been shunned by her emotional behavior and low strength, both outside of her control. But now, struggling desperately was her true self. The Saiyan she had always been. Never before had he witnessed a truer display of his heritage than in this fallen woman from a warrior race. His tense gaze moved to her mate, the human male that his son was once again restraining. No measurable ki emanated from him, but he struggled against Raditz all the same to save his mate. All for the sake of their child. Kakarot was sweating heavily against the girl’s thrashing, her ki skyrocketing in response to her Kaasan’s. Bardock swallowed again at the sheer immensity of her power. Astonishing, her power level continues to rise despite being only meager a few moments ago. The vastness of it amazed him. How is it even possible for a mixed blood Saiyan to generate that amount of energy? Incredible.

Sleeka knew her death was coming and that Trunks’ welcoming arms wouldn’t save her this time. The breath in her lungs was slowly being forced from her body and it would only be moments before she was gone from this room, this world entirely. She could feel Bulma’s ki as it pulsated violently. Pride welled within her at the feeling of energy that her blue-tailed daughter was emitting in her distress. Using the last vestiges of her power, Sleeka stilled her mind to her daughter. “Bulma, don’t fight it. Don’t endanger yourself now. You have to survive. You have to live on.”

Bulma viciously grappled with the young boy that was restraining her. Her Kaasan was dying. She was dying and there wasn’t any way for her to stop it. Her Kaasan’s voice was soothing inside her throbbing head. “Bulma, don’t fight it. Don’t endanger yourself now. You have to survive. You have to live on.”

Tears spilled out from her tightly shut eyes as she ceased her struggles. “Mama…”

“It will be alright. Trust me.” She could see her Kaasan’s soft face in her mind, eyes warm with love. Sleeka’s ki fluttered as the King flicked his wrist, snapping her neck. As she was unceremoniously flicked to the cold, hard floor, she smiled peacefully. “I’m so proud of you, Bulma. I love you…”

The warmth that seeped into her body abruptly vanished as her Kaasan’s ki dissipated. "No, no, no! Mama, please don’t go!" Bulma’s head slumped forward and her shoulders hunched in defeat. Shudders racked her delicate frame as the sobs flowed uncontrolled from her body. Her Kaasan was dead. The pain was unbearable, ripping her to pieces inside. Why? Why did she have to go? Why did those stupid boys have to come? Why? She didn’t even notice that the young boy was no longer touching her, bewildered by the quiet keening sound that left her mouth.

Trunks watched his daughter rock back and forth, completely numbed. The wet, blank look in her eyes struck more fear in him than the sinister cackling the King was making. He glanced at his wife’s broken body and steeled himself against the pain that it brought. No. I must be strong for my daughter. For Bulma. He opened his eyes and bored his eyes into hers, willing her to wake up from the dangerous limbo she was in. He cursed silently to himself being unable to create the mental link between them. She had to open it with her Saiyan mind. "Bulma, please, snap out of it."

She could feel him pushing at the edges of her tattered mind, grappling for her attention. Daddy… Bulma looked up and met the origin of the sapphire eyes she possessed. Her Tousan visibly relaxed as she continued to blink. A thunderous laugh caused her slender face to turn and stare at the enormous Saiyan with the blood red cape. The King. Bulma knew what he was laughing at. Her doe-like stare traveled away from the evilly amused face to grace her Kaasan’s broken body on the ship’s floor. The once beautiful Saiyan’s face was taut with death, her bewitching brown eyes gazing at nothing. Bulma felt it rise up inside her, like a tidal wave, an unknown feeling clouding over her vision and gripping her slight frame. He killed her. He killed her. It repeated over and over in her mind, a mantra fueling the limitless anger flowing through her veins. The tingling warmth of her ki infused with her blood as she clenched her fists at her sides, the crouched stance of her Kaasan’s teaching molding itself over her slight body.

Bardock shuddered. Even Nappa isn’t that ruthless. As far back as his clan could remember the royal line had been only been wicked when the need arose for it. But the King brought a whole new meaning to the word callous. He had an evil streak inside him that never ceased to be appeased and the King always found a reason to be cruel. It was like a drug for him and now he, Bardock, could see the adrenaline rush his ruler had gotten at breaking Sleeka’s neck. His behavior is shameful of our race. He makes a mockery of us. He turned his eyes away from the carnage before it made him sick. That’s when his eyes landed on the girl and widened in shock. Holy kuso! What the hell is she thinking?!

Trunks saw it too and blanched. Oh no. He couldn’t feel the waves of her energy that pulsated out of her body, but he knew what was happening. He’d seen her do this when her Kaasan had trained her. She was powering up. Dear Kami… “Bulma! Stop this now!” It was like trying to claw your way through an impenetrable wall of steel. Her mind had entirely blocked him out, totally focused on what she was doing. He took note of the slackened arms that were supposed to restraining him and deftly slipped out of them and bolted towards his daughter. “Bulma!”

The other Saiyans in the room took notice of what was happening and froze. The light-haired human dashed up to her only to thrown back as she screamed. The King’s smirk died as he continued to watch the display. It seems the little damnation has more power than I realized. Too bad it won’t save her. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. “Enough of this. It ends now.” He strided past the crumpled remains of Sleeka and crossed his arms before the shrieking girl. “It will only be your death if you don’t cease your actions.”

Bulma’s mouth snapped shut and she tightened up her frame. “You killed her.” Her lightening voice was a scathing whisper as she curled her lips back into a snarl, the predatory instincts of her Saiyan blood raging to life. Her human mind warred within her as she locked onto her target and narrowed her eyes. He was the Saiyan King, the strongest of their race, and she was only a young girl with a young power. Her crackling blue eyes darted over at her parents, both lying on the unforgiving tiles of the floor. One was dead while the other was banished to a world of blackness. Her Tousan’s lavender hair fluttered as her power wafted through the room and she felt a slight feeling of regret. I’m sorry Papa, but he killed her. I won’t let him get away with it. Her eyes moved back to enraged black ones and she steeled herself.

Bardock knew what she was thinking and a part of him applauded her while condemning her behavior. She was definitely her Kaasan’s daughter. He could feel the anger cascading out of the King in waves and knew he couldn’t let another Saiyan female die. He stepped down from the landing and glanced at both of his sons. Raditz and Kakarrot were both shocked into stillness, their young eyes frozen on the tenacious young girl. “Raditz, grab the human and take him into the ship.” His older son visibly jumped and he swung his head around to stare blankly at his Tousan. Bardock snarled to himself at the boy’s uncanny resemblance to his dead mate. “Do it now Raditz or I’ll be very unhappy with you.”

Raditz blinked and then rushed into motion. Even the King in a rage was paled in comparison to what his Tousan would be like if he didn’t obey. He dropped to his knees beside the human and carefully lifted him to lie over his lanky shoulder. The strange colored man weighed more than before now that he was unconscious and Raditz huffed. Just my luck. He started to turn towards the ships cargo areas, but stilled at the shriek that sounded behind him. Oh great. He whipped around and barely had time to erect a ki shield around himself and the human before the girl blasted at him.

Hard.

Raditz was skidded backward about ten feet and he gritted his teeth. Kuso! He opened his eyes and glared at the girl. “You baka! I’m trying to help him!”

Bulma’s blast ebbed and she tensed. All these Saiyans have done was wreck havoc on her life since she arrived and she was supposed to trust this boy. He was the one that had called the others. No, he’s no better than the others and now he’s going to kill my Papa. She glared at him. “You’re a liar!” Clasping her hands together, she gathered her small energy into a golden ball.

Bardock glanced at the King and saw him watching curiously. That was easier than I thought. His gaze moved to the girl, who was now trained on his oldest son, murder in her eyes. Raditz, he smiled, was curbing himself and wasn’t returning any of her attacks. But his defenses were yielding. It was taking too much energy to protect himself and the human. Bardock spied his younger son watching on with interest. The boy’s youthful face was alight with amusement at his sibling’s predicament. “Kakarrot, I suggest you do something before the girl decides to remove your brother from this room. Permanently.”

Kakarrot snarled and charged up his ki. Tousan’s right. She’s on a rampage. Shouting, he launched himself at the girl. Her attention was focused on Raditz and she didn’t see the younger one until it was too late. His heel connected with her chin and she flew backwards into the wall.

The King watched silently. Apparently his Science Advisor had decided to intervene and it appeared that he wanted the human. He didn’t know if this angered him or not, but his attention was riveted to the seething boy Kakarrot. Attacking family was the one thing that set Saiyans on edge and the boy’s youth made him extra aggressive. He sneered disdainfully at the boy. He still remembered when the technicians had come to him with the report of an infant with a power level nearing that of his son, the Prince. A good for nothing third-class no less. A complete mockery. And now here he stood, watching him grapple with a worthless hybrid female that to his utter disbelief, held, possibly, more power than a young elite soldier back on Vejitasei. His hardened gaze followed the two as they exchanged blow after blow, the girl slowly weakening. Her techniques were rudimentary at best, but she managed to adapt faster than he’d seen seasoned warriors. Maybe there is something here, with this girl. Perhaps Bardock was right in his thinking. A calculating smirk crossed his face as he continued to watch the scuffle.

Bulma flipped backwards and stood panting. He was stronger than her, but he wasn’t hurting her. Why? She saw his body shift and crossed her arms over her head as he flew at her with both fists. Swinging her arms outward, she knocked him back and pulled at her draining energy. The boy stiffened to stop his backward motion and gritted his teeth. Bulma grinned wickedly and gathered her power into two small balls that filled her outstretched palms. It was exhilarating to finally be able to push at the limits of her power. Her Kaasan had never been strong enough to battle at the full extent of her power and although she never said anything, it had nagged at her. She never got a chance to revel in the feeling of being completely spent after a fight, her muscles burning with exhaustion. Now she could and it thrilled her. Growling softly, she shot off both of the balls and smiled. Got you now jerk.

Kakarrot watched her blasts zip towards him and smiled confidently. It’ll take more than that girly. The blasts collided with his open palms and he gripped his small hands around them. Say bye bye. He clamped his fists together, squelching the blasts into nothingness. He swung his black gaze back to the girl’s and paused. She’s smiling. Why? A low growl sounded in the back of his throat and he charged forward.

Bardock saw the blasts his son caught and blinked. They split! When his son had squeezed them, instead of dissolving, they shrunk. His eyes traveled back to the fallen woman on the dais. You’ve taught your daughter well. She is one of few that can give Kakarrot a run for his money. As if on cue, the quartet of blasts reversed and slammed into his six-year old son’s back. A slight tremor of fear ran down his spine as the boy trembled to his feet, his normally friendly face contorted with pain. We have definitely underestimated the result of mixing Saiyan blood. Bardock turned to watch the girl with interest. She was slumped to her knees, sweat dripping from her fair nose to pat the steel floor quietly. Her entire body was shuddering in a desperate revolt from the limits she was sending it to. It hardened the feeling he had earlier when he’d first seen the young blue-haired half-saiyan. She must be protected and raised, not murdered here beside her Kaasan. Steeling his resolve, he strode over to his liege and bowed, his right arm crossed over his chest. “Sire, I have a request to make.”

The King turned his sneering countenance to the Squad Commander and his lip curled back in disgust. The third-class scientist had always overstepped his bounds, and now it only shredded the remnants of his patience. “What could you possibly want at this moment?!” His voice was just below a bellowing roar.

Bardock stood unperturbed. “Your Majesty, with your leave, I request that the hybrid be spared to be studied further in my labs.”

The caped Saiyan’s eyes narrowed. What in the hell is this baka getting at? “Why?”

Bardock could only grin internally lest he wanted to have his body plastered about the walls. Clearing his throat, he spoke with conviction. “I want to study her blood and find out exactly how it is possible she even exists. It has been known for centuries that no viable offspring have ever resulted from alien pairings, but here is a living breathing specimen for study. Not only that, but she seems to possess an amazingly high power considering her breeding. I want to know if such crossing can create a more powerful creature than that of a full-blooded Saiyan.” He saw the King bristle at that comment and quickly covered it with another. He turned to look at the girl, who was now struggling to release herself from a strangle hold his son had managed to get on her. “Besides, it seems that she is a well-trained youngster and would no doubt make an excellent asset to at least a low level purging squad.” Both turned at the sudden shriek to see Bulma flare her ki high enough to slam Kakarrot into the wall. She promptly dropped to the floor and managed to send a defiant glare at them both before slipping unconscious. Bardock could feel his Lord’s gaze boring into his back. Swallowing he turned to face him. “Or she could always prove to be entertainment for some of the adolescent soldiers.”

The King watched Bardock closely. I don’t know how you aren’t dead yet. Growling softly, he spun on his heel and strode over to the doors that Raditz had escaped through earlier. “Don’t make me regret not killing that mongrel; otherwise it’ll be your head.”

A wave of relief washed over him as he watched the Saiyan no Oui exit the room in a huff. Closing his eyes, he thanked Kami. Breathing deeply, he turned back to the two children to find them both lying unconscious. For a second he didn’t move. A draw. She managed to knock out the stronger of my two sons. Not even Raditz can knock out his brother without a few tricks. Shaking his head in amazement he silently scooped up both by the back of their shirts and carried them out of the room with him.