Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ The past comes back ( Chapter 4 )

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

~*~*~Chapter 5~*~*~

We are ever so slowly approaching the truth. And yes we finally do have a long chapter.


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It was a sensation, all she could fell were hot kisses on her lips. The kisses moved to her neck making their way down further and further, yet slowly taking their time.

Then she could feel pain. More pain then she had ever felt before. As if some vampire was drinking and feasting a pone her blood. Relishing it's favour. Her neck throbbed, she felt like screaming out to heaven and hell.

Then the pain was replaced with an even greater sensation. Bliss, the pain was replaced by a feeling of pleasure. Some thing she had never really felt before.

Then there was darkness, as if absolutely everything around her was black and empty. A colour darker than the night. It seemed to swallow and consume her whole, body and soul. Command her, strip her of all free will she owned and possessed.

She glanced down at her hand. It was impossible to see in the darkness.

Then there was a deep voice echoing in her head, over and over. In a continuous never stoping loop. "He's coming for you, he's coming for you."

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Bulma woke as the morning rays shone into her room. She opened her eyes and rubbed her neck for a reason she couldn't explain. Her dream, forgotten.

She looked over to the window. The events of the night before came rushing back to her. Was it just a dream, it felt so real to her. The window still remained open.

Bulma ran her fingers over her lips. Who ever he was had has kissed her, and to add to that she had actually liked it. Even though she would die before she actually admitted it to any living person. She smiled, he was very handsome

"Mom," Trunks came rushing in and jumped on her bed. "Morning," he smiled with all the childish innocence he possessed.

Bulma smiled up at him. "Why are you so happy this morning?"

"Because you said that you weren't going to work all day today, remember."

Bulma frowned. "I'm sorry Trunks, I'm really behind and...."

Trunks smile faded. "Oh."

Bulma took a closer look at her son. She reached up and touched his face. Her eyes narrowed. They had the same face, her son and the man she had encountered last night.

She shook the idea out of her head and focused her attention back on Trunks. "How about I don't work today then."

Trunks face lit up. "For real."

Bulma nodded. "For real."

He smiled and ran out of the room to get dressed. Bulma yawned and looked over at her clock, it was past nine. She got up to get dressed.

She ran the events of last night in her head, trying to remember every detail about what the man had said.

"Zarbon cracked he's coming for you." She could remember those words clearly. The only question was who was Zarbon? It wasn't a name she could remember off the top of her head. Was he some person who was part of her past? a friend, an enemy, a person she just happened to know.

But what worried her was who was coming for her. The way the stranger had said his name, with so much seriousness and concern. As if her life depended on his short visit. Bulma shivered, she preyed she'd never met who ever was coming for her.

Bulma sighed, maybe she was just being gullible. Any living person on the face of the earth could come up to her and claim they knew her. Her story had been in the paper and news for weeks. It wouldn't be hard to come up with a good convincing story. Maybe that man had just come to frighten her.

She shook the events of last night out of her head. This was her one day off, she should go out and enjoy it with her son instead of worrying about what a crazy man said. Even if he did claim that he knew her.

She quickly put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and walked down to breakfast.

As always her eight years old son was sitting at the table getting his daily dose of sugary cereal. He looked up as she walked in and sat down opposite him. "What do you want to do today?" she asked.

He stared up at her. He wasn't used to getting so much attention from his mother. She usually never bothered asking, and let him go off and do his own thing while she worked. "I don't care," he replied.

"Fair enough," Bulma sighed and stared out the window. She wasn't really hungry and it did look nice outside.

She stood up and walked towards the door. "Tell me when you know what you want to do."

The grounds of CC were pretty. Trees lay planed along the edges, and the distant woods lay at the far end. Her mother took great pride in gardening, and the result wasn't hard to see. Bulma sat down on the grass and in haled the morning air.

It was nice to be outside instead of cooped up in front of a computer. She did enjoy computers and machines, but is wasn't hard to get sick of them after a period of time. Being outside was defiantly a change or scenery.

She lay back in the grass and closed her eyes. Ignoring all sounds around her, and slowly letting herself doze off.

The rustle of bushes could be heard down the far end. Bulma paid no attention and guessed it was most probably just some animal. What caught her attention were the sounds of foot steeps in the wet grass, as if someone was slowly walking closer and closer to her. Men's voices caused her to slowly open her eyes.

Looking down at her were two odd looking men. Both great in muscle mass if they were both some sort of soldiers. Both had skin tones Bulma had never see before. As if they were part of some race that didn't exist on earth.

She opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling scream. One of the men clamped their hand over her mouth and grabbed her. Pulling her up from the grass she was laying on. Bulma struggled with all the might she possessed, but it had absolutely no effect on him.

The other man yelled out towards the woods. "We found her!"

Bulma's eyes widened in shock as more odd looking soldiers emerged from the forest, all wearing strange metallic armour. And caring light weapons.

They sound of her scream had caught her son's attention. He emerged from the door and stood in shock as he saw the men holding his mother. Bulma bit into the hand covering her mouth. The man pulled it back in pain. "Trunks run!" she yelled.

Her son didn't need to be told twice. He instantly made an attempt to run. But before he could manage to go any where he was grabbed by the second soldier. Her son's reaction was the same as hers, he immediately tried to get away. The soldier suffered great difficulty trying to hold him.

Bulma watched as he brought his hand down on the back of her son's neck, knocking him unconscious. "Trunks," Bulma whispered, she kicked and struggled, trying to get out of the mans hold.

The soldier leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Fuck you," she muttered under her breath. She stared at her son who was lying unconscious in the second mans arms. What was going? Why were they attacking her? She had never seen, or met any of these people before. And yet she wasn't completely surprised by their appearance, as if she had some how seen them before.

She turned her gaze back towards the forest, her breath became caught in her throat. What she saw caused her to freeze up and go limb. And at that very moment it all came rushing back to her.

~*~*~*~Flash Back~*~*~*

He watched the way she walked, as if she owned the place. Full of pride and beauty. He had seen her so many times toying with the guards, flashing them her sexy smile. Only beneath that smile was nothing but a cruel, cold heart.

She made it obvious, she would never let just any man have her. Every man turned their head as she passed, and she knew it. I was a surprise to him that no man had just gone ahead and raped her. The reason for that was obvious, Freeza. To him she was his little pet scientist, the tyrant wouldn't hurt a hair on her pretty little head. And if anybody every tried to do the deed they would be dead before they knew it.

Vegeta turned his head slightly as she past, but not enough for her to notice. He didn't want her to get the satisfaction of knowing he found her attractive.

Behind her followed Freeza. Vegeta winced at just the sight of him. If there really was a god Freeza would be doomed instantly to hell. He longed to have the pleasure of sending him their personally.

Ever since he could remember he had always hated Freeza. If the Saiyans were such a strong race, that would die fighting. Then why did his father hand over their planet gift rapped. His father had always been a coward. He had told Vegeta up until his dieing day to be strong, to be a Super Saiyan, and to die fighting.

King Vegeta never followed any of his advise. Thanks to him surrendering the planet, Freeza had made the entire Saiyan race into his little slaves. He employed a race of millions to work and to fight for him. That was until Freeza himself became a coward. Because of his paranoia he destroyed their entire planet and way of life. All because of the small fear that another Super Saiyan would appear and over throw him. Vegeta's goal was to be that Super Saiyan.

The only reason that Freeza hadn't chosen to kill him, was because Vegeta hadn't rebelled openly yet. But he knew Freeza was love to have the satisfaction of killing him as soon as he did.

He cursed himself for being so weak. He was twenty seven and he still hadn't reached his ultimate goal. What he lacked was pain and rage. Even though he had suffered so much in his life it still wasn't enough.

He leaned up against the wall at the back of the room. He refused to sit down and dine with all of Freeza's loyal followers. Everyone of them made him sick to the stomach. Most of them joined out of fear. The others had no independence or free will, they only wanted to be with the strongest tyrant around. And a selected few knew no other life. It was them who Vegeta pitied.

He watched as she scanned the room looking for a place to sit. She was one of the people he pitied. He tore his eyes away from her, and looked towards Freeza. Vegeta's eyes burned with hate. Oh, if he had the power he wouldn't hold back to rip the bastards head clean off.

Bulma took her place next to a friend of hers named Rioko at a table near the front. Freeza took his place at the front of the room as always.

Bulma had know Rioko over the past few years, she was a doctor and Bulma saw her often. She was more like one of the only people that could stand Bulma then a friend.
Rioko smiled, she put a strand of her short black hair behind her ear. "Interesting victory party huh."

Bulma scoffed. "A waste of my time I could have been on the break of a scientific discovery. I don't see why Freeza has to continuously waste my time with his idle parties."

Rioko sighed as if she was used to this sort of behaviour from Bulma.

"Anyway I don't see anything interesting at this party anyway," added Bulma. "I don't see how you can stand these occasions Rioko."

Rioko slowly peered over Bulma shoulder at all the guards and men standing in the room. "Their interesting."

Bulma smiled, as if she knew all those men were starring. She leaned back in her chair. "What's new?"

Rioko scanned the men, looking for one that didn't look like a brainless thug. Her eyes fell on Vegeta. "What about him?"

Bulma looked over her shoulder to where she was looking. "Oh god not him." Bulma quickly turned round and folded her arms. "I do not concern my self with filth like him."

Rioko picked up her wine glass and took a sip. "Why?"

"Because, he's a Sayain," she said the name Saiyan as if it were some filthy animal.

Rioko set her glass back down. "So."

Bulma flicked her hair back behind her shoulder. "Their some of the lowest form of life in the universe."

Rioko smirked. "So we don't exactly know what you are."

"Shut up," Bulma hated the fact Rioko's words were true. She couldn't be classified as anything. Her DNA was something they had never seen before. They eventually gave up looking and simply labelled her as an intelligent life form.

Rioko smiled as if she knew Bulma couldn't come up with a remark.

Bulma noticed her smile. "What ever I am, my race is far superior to what ever he came from."

"I would have to agree with you there." Bulma quickly looked up to see Zarbon sit down across from them. Rioko looked down at her food; hoping he hadn't hear the entire conversation.

"Zarbon what a pleasure to have you join us," greeted Bulma.

She had know Zarbon ever since she could remember. He was constantly reminding her of how he saved her from a life of poverty and dispare. A life Bulma knew she would have hated. To be truthful she couldn't remember anything from before the age of five. It didn't matter though, Zarbon said they were nothing but bad memories. That was her old life, a life that should be forgotten.

"Do not concern your self with him Bulma my dear, he's nothing but trouble."

Bulma looked at Rioko. "Don't worry I don't intend to."

She looked back at Zarbon. "Who is he by the way?" she couldn't help but ask.

Zarbon sighed. "I'll tell you since it's you who asked. His names Vegeta, and he's skating on very thin ice. He's not even supposed to be here."

Bulma sat transfixed. "Thin ice you say?"

Zarbon cupped his wine glass in his hand. "He's always been trouble, every since he was young, Freeza can't stand him."

Bulma turned round to notice at lest one person at every table avoiding having to look at Vegeta. "Freeza doesn't look like the only person who can't stand him."

Zarbon nodded. "Right you are there Bulma, Vegeta isn't the most liked person around, he isn't the easiest person to get along with."

Her eyes fell a pone the clam expression on Vegeta's face. "He doesn't look worried."

"He never is, Bulma if you don't mind Freeza requests our presence at his table," Zarbon got up and began walking towards Freeza's table at the front.

Bulma took one last look at Vegeta. Rioko noticed her glance. "Interested Bulma."

Bulma tore her eyes away from Vegeta. "As if," she got up and followed Zarbon.

Vegeta watched as she got up and sat beside Freeza. He hated the way he controlled her, he hated the way she was his little pet. All he wanted to do was rip her away from him. It sickened him the way she laughed at his small jokes. They way she happily dined with him. It was enough to make him vomit. Couldn't she see what kind of monster he was.

Vegeta only had to look at her to tell that wasn't the real Bulma Briefs. Ever since the moment he laid eyes on her he could tell she was different, wether or not she knew it herself.

He sighed and made his way to the door. He could tell he wasn't wanted here. And if he stayed any longer near Freeza he felt as if he wouldn't be able to resit the urge to blast a hole through his chest.

Bulma turned her head to see Vegeta exit the room.

Freeza noticed her look away, but didn't catch site of Vegeta. "Is there something wrong my dear?"

Bulma turned back round to face him. "No nothing at all."

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Yes, at long last we are finally getting onto the subject of Bulma's past.

This is going to go on for a few chapters. And I promise it will get interesting.

To Hannio, Yes of corse Vegeta is Trunks father. I wouldn't be sick and twisted enough to have it any other way.

Bye

from

Missq