Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Sinner ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I wanted to take time to thank everyone for his or her reviews. I always love being complimented and criticized…it helps me become a better writer.

 

Sinner

Chapter One

 

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I traveled an hour and thirteen minutes to get to the battle scene.

 

What in god's name was I thinking? Goku is probably out here somewhere by now. Fighting that saiyajin and taking care of everything.

 

A small tweak of regret is itching at me in the bottom of my stomach. I'm a little scared and I'm having second thoughts about being out here. I guess it's too late now. Landing in a clear view might not have been such a good idea either.

 

I feel as if I'm being watched.

 

It was then when I saw him. My lover's dead body off in the distance. I let my tears flow freely this time as I walk over to him. He looks just the way he did on the TV. There's still blood all around him. The air is thick with dust and the distinct smell of blood and death.

 

I kneel down on my knees next to him. Inhaling the scent of his dried blood. Portions of what used to be his insides are now on the outside. I'm gagging and crying. Holding him and crying. My loud sobs seem to echo in the silence. More of his blood is soaking into the little red dress I'm wearing. I wanted to look nice for him when he came home victorious. Irony is cruel. I was so very naive.

 

A large gust of wind blowing at me distracts me from Yamcha and when I look up, I see him. The small saiyajin. Arms crossed, smirk on his face, and holding his chest up high in superiority, only a few feet in front of me. I gasp. Laying Yamcha down and stepping back.

 

When I stood up I realized he was a bit taller than me. Being that close to him sent shivers down my body. I can almost feel the power he used to kill Yamcha. I am petrified. More than I have ever been. Can he see me shaking? My eyes never leave his. It's as if I'm in a trance. I can't seem to look away. His gaze is sinister, burning into me.

 

As he takes one step towards me I fall onto the ground and hug my knees into my chest. I keep my head down and I can't stop crying. I'm having a hard time breathing.

 

Before I can brace myself for his attack I hear him chuckle. What a deep dark voice he has. His voice alone commands respect and obedience.

 

“And who the hell are you? The nurse? …He's dead. …They're all dead.”

 

My eyes shoot open and I look up at him. His arms are still crossed as he looks down on me. He swings his head lightly to his right. When I look past him I see it. Krillin and Gohan, dead. Their bodies pilled on each other as if they were animals.

 

“Krillin!” I stand up yelling.

 

“No! This can't be happening!” and with that I loose my fear.

 

I run at the spiky haired saiyajin yelling.

 

“You asshole! You fucking asshole.” I throw myself at him. Bawling and screaming.

 

“How could you?” I pound my fist on his chest.

 

“You monster!” My hands are hurting from pounding on his armored chest. He looks at me with such intensity. I can only imagine what he must be thinking. A small smirk plays on his lips. I bring myself to the ground again covering my face with my hands as I continue to cry.

 

“Goku will come. You'll see. And he'll kill you just like you killed everyone I knew and loved!”

 

He snickers.

 

“You mean that third class sorry excuse for a saiyajin?”

 

I look up at him.

 

“He's already been taken care of.”

 

The saiyajin points to his left. And far off, there he was. Goku. The remains of him anyway. I let out a great gasp and cry even harder. This alien has unleashed hell upon me. How could this be happening? Only in a nightmare could this be happening. I am crying.

 

“No! No…how? No!”

 

The saiyajin turns away from me. Walking off.

 

“Well my space pods have already arrived, so I really must be going…but don't worry, you'll be joining your friends in the afterlife very soon.”

 

What did he say?

 

I run after him.

“Wait!” I quickly wipe my tears away. “What do you mean?”

 

He stops.

 

“I'm going blow up this planet and all it's useless creatures the moment I leave. Coming here was a waste. I should have gone to Namek for the dragon balls to begin with.” He turns to walk away again.

 

I leap to grab his arm. What the hell am I doing? He turns slightly. Anger on his face. I let go of him hastily. What can I do? What should I do?

 

“Please don't do this.” The only words I can muster.

 

“You are trying my patience woman, unless you want me to kill you NOW, I suggest you get out of my sight.”

 

“No, please. I can help you.” Why the fuck am I saying? “Please.”

 

His only response was him raising his left eyebrow at me.

 

“Please, just let me make you an offer.”

 

He turns to face me, and I can feel his breath on my face.

 

“You have one minute to impress me.”

 

“I-I'm a scientist. I have inventions you can use.”

 

He laughs at me.

 

“You think your pathetic science can compare with what my species has already developed? You are stupider than you look.”

 

I have to try to reason with him.

 

“I have invented a dragonball radar which can help you find all your dragonballs on Namek. I can show you, it's in my hovercraft.”

 

He motions at me to go get it.

 

I come back with a bag of all my capsules, and the dragon radar.

 

“You press the button on the top to turn it on.”

 

He does as I instruct.

 

“…nothing is happening human.”

 

“That's because you killed Piccolo…without him the dragonballs disappear.”

 

I almost cry again at the thought of losing the opportunity to wish my friends back to life again. But I must be strong for my family, and planet earth.

 

“I doubt I'll need your silly invention human.”

 

He turns to walk away again throwing the radar back at me.

 

“Please. Give me chance. The radar will work on Namek. I have a lot of inventions that can make you rich…like my capsules.”

 

I pull one out and throw it on the ground, blasting it into small hover bike.

 

He looks at me, with the fishhook still in his eyebrow.

 

“I am already rich. However, I may use you in my private science division.”

 

A glimmer of hope.

 

He sighs.

 

“…But I really don't care enough.”

 

No.

 

“Please. I'll sacrifice myself for planet earth.”

 

The saiyajin stops in his tracks. Something makes me wonder why he's even speaking with me…actually having a conversation with me. Why doesn't he just kill me now?

 

“Please. I'll hand over all of my inventions to you, including the dragon radar, and I'll continue working for you, if you'll spare my planet.”

 

He lets out another sigh.

 

“You will accompany back to my planet. You will live under my rule. You will have no freedom. You will live in the slums of my palace as a slave, working for me so that I may expand my empire so your insignificant planet survives?”

 

A tear falls from my eye, and I give a light nod.

 

“Very well.”

 

I gasp as he grabs me and swings me over his shoulder. He is a barbarian. We approach the saiyajin space pods and he throws me into one of them. The impact hurts my ass. I'm wondering what happened to the one he came with. The mammoth bald saiyajin. Did Goku kill him?

 

What could he be thinking? I wonder why he gave in to my proposal so quickly. This planet is no longer a threat to him I suppose. Perhaps it's better for him to benefit my work than it is for him to simply blow this planet up.

 

He takes one last look at me, a smirk on his face and sin in his eyes.

 

“Sweet dreams.”

 

And with that the latch closes, a gas is released, and I drift off into a deep slumber.

 

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A/N: I'm not too sure I'm pleased with the way this chapter came out. It's hard for me to develop Vegeta's perspective and character when I'm writing in first person. It is also my first time writing the entire story in first person.