Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Worlds Smartest ❯ Screams ( Chapter 1 )

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Worlds Smartest

Screams.

Screams filled the night, crys of horror, pain, sadness, loss, despair. Women, children, men, all dead. Grieving widows and widowers, children running the streets or walking around aimlessly lost and alone others crying or screaming for their mothers and fathers. Blood flowed through the streets and bodies littered them. The stench of the dead filled the air, like a combination between an outhouse and a slaughter house. Fires roared burning houses, businesses…people. The sky glowed red night and day, none were sure why. The dead and the dieing were equal in numbers. The Saiyan-Jinn wore blood like masks, there laughter would cut through the night and someone would die. Some people would beg and plead, others would fight. In the end either path was pointless and they would die.

The Saiyans killed when they wanted and whom ever struck there fancy. And the young girl running down the street knew this. Why had they come? Because Earth hadn't wanted to work with the Saiyans. The government had screwed up royally this time. The girl ran faster, though she highly suspected it was pointless, this running. They had come for her, why? she hadn't a clue. They had killed her family and then turned to her, but she had already been running.

The Prince, of all creatures, was after her. She didn't look back. One rule never look back something is always gaining on you. She tripped over the dead, and fell several times. She was covered in blood and gore. Most of it her parents the rest of it from the bodies piled in the streets. A screaming man came flying out of an ally and grabbed her begging her to help him. Like she could actually do anything. She shook him off and kept running.

She could hear the Prince behind her gaining on her. Her breathing came in ragged breaths, her adrenaline level was through the roof and at any moment it felt as if her heart would burst. No time to mourn the loss of her family only time to run to try and get away. The smell sickened her and several times she had seen a Saiyan in a corner raping or killing someone. Of course she had already seen countless deaths. She turned a sharp corner and tripped over something falling yet again on the damp blood soaked streets. Her white gi (martial arts uniform) was red and black from the blood and gore. She glanced at what had tripped her and it was a dismembered head. Great, she thought. She tried to pick herself up but was kicked roughly in the side.

"Oh, Gods." She cried as she looked up and saw who had kicked her. It was the Prince. Prince Vegeta. The Royal asshole himself.

"Looks like you didn't get very far very fast girl." He growled down at her. The girl spit on him. He sneered and reached down grabbing her up by the back of her gi.

"You're going to damn well learn some respect girl." He shook her. She punched him right in the mouth. Vegeta cursed in Saiyan and back handed her. "Hum, you have some potential girl." He reached up and punched and messed with his scouter for a second. Nodded and said, "Yes much potential. Well woman its time we leave." Bulma swung at him again. He slapped her hand away.

"My name is not Girl its Bulma you jackass." Vegeta back handed her again and this time she saw stars in a variety of colors.

"Shut up girl. You're the smartest being on this planet but you don't act it." So that's why there after me, she thought. Then Vegeta threw her over his shoulder and took to the air.

She cursed in every language she knew, kicked, punched, pounded, pinched, and pressed every pressure point she could which weren't many considering his armor protected his vital pressure points. And still he would not let go. Finally growing irritated he reached around and pinched one of Bulmas pressure points and out she went like a light bulb.


Bulma awoke to the irritation of being thrown on a hard cold floor. Her eyes flew open to stare up at Vegetas face.

"Clean up woman, you smell like blood and shit." She snorted.

"Like you smell much better asshole." Rolling around in blood and dead bodies will make a person stink you sonvabitch Bulma thought. Vegeta just growled.

"You will be sharing my quarters woman there are clothes on the bed for you when you are finished, towels are there," He pointed to a closet, next to the sink, the closet was long and made of glass. "Soaps and all the rest of that smelly crap you women use is in there." He pointed to a long glass cabinet right next to the huge black marble bath tube. Bulma just cursed and stood up. Vegeta shook his head and left shutting the door behind him.

Bulma looked around the large bathroom. There were no windows which meant this was a ship. The floor was the same black marble as the huge inlaid bath tub, a walk in shower with a frosted glass door and a waist high twin black marble sink. The faucets were silver on everything. The toilet was the same marble. Fancy toilet she thought coyly. Turning the shower on she peeled off the ruined gi, Bulma spent the next hour scrubbing her self. She had to wash her waist length hair four times to get all the grime out of it.


Finally Bulma was finished, wrapping a towel around her she stepped out into the room she had not seen before. It was the bed room. There was a huge king size bed covered in a plain black silk sheet and a plain silk cover sheet with several pillows covered in the same black silk.. There was a mirror over the bed on the ceiling and Bulma decided she didn't want to know. A huge black dresser sat in a corner and that was about it. The floor was covered in thick plush black carpet. Bulma guessed by the room that Vegeta spent very little time in here.

Lying in the middle of the bed was some folded up clothes; she could tell they were all black. She walked over to the bed and found a black gi the same style as her white one. He also had put out underclothes for her. Bulma stopped and stared at the gi. It was exactly like her white gi. The slightly baggy straight legged draw string pants, a black tank top, and a long sleeved gi top. It was all made of cotton though it was woven heavy and tight almost like thin denim. The top folded left over right.

It was meant to be worn with a belt, but when she had woken her belt hadn't been on her. She had her second degree black belt in an ancient style of Martial arts. Bulma held the clothes and cried. Her Master was dead. Her students, her friends. Dead. And now she didn't even have her belt. Her Master had been like a father to her as well as a best friend. Gods, all she wanted was her belt. A noise startled her. She looked up to see Vegeta standing in the room. The noise had been the door closing.

"Woman, why do you cry?" He sounded irritated. Bulma looked up with a glare.

"For reasons you would not under stand you mother humper." He growled.
"Fine asshole if you must fucking know, I watched my Master die at the hands of your second banana as well as all our students…my friends, and now I don't even have my goddamn belt. Not that you would under stand."

Vegeta sneered. "Oh I wouldn't would I?" He threw something at her. Bulma caught it. She looked down at it and her mouth dropped. Her belt. It was black with two gold bars embroidered on one end. Her name, the name of her Master and the name of her school were embroidered in the same gold thread.

Bulma looked up at Vegeta. "Why?"

"You're a warrior, you should have that, I got it cleaned. Now get dressed woman." He turned and left. Bulma held onto her belt tightly and sobbed. She cursed her weakness and thought what would her Master think? She dried her tears. The best way to avenge her Master would be to get stronger and defeat his murderer…Radiz.

Bulma dressed quickly. It felt good for her to have her belt on. She needed to do something with her hair. She glared in the mirror in the bath room at her hair. She needed to get rid of it. She dug through the bathroom until she found a razor blade.
She then proceeded to chop her hair off ear length.. It had a shaggy appearance to it but it wouldn't get in her way. Besides she didn't deserved to have her hair anymore. Bulma had been glad to find deodorant too.

There was a pair of flexible black low cut fighting shoes and black socks. Bulma flexed her muscle. She had a six pack and very defined muscles but they were a martial artists muscles. Meaning they were slim and compact muscles and stronger than the big bulky body builder muscles. The door opened to the room and in walked Vegeta. He looked her up and down.

"Nice hack job woman."

"Shut up dick head."

"Come with me, I must show your stupid ass around this ship. You will work in the science lab and-" Bulmas laughs cut him off. "What ARE you laughing about?"

"I don't know one damn thing about science in fact it bores me to death." Vegeta froze.

"All our tests and reports deemed you with the highest IQ on the planet and your father was the head the worlds largest scientific business."

"My knowledge lies in battle. Battle tactics, psychology, fighting." She had expected Vegeta to freak but he smirked.

"Alls the better. Now, follow me woman."

"Damn it, my name is BULMA!!"

A/N: Ok its short I know, don't freak, it may not even be that good please review and let me know what you all think any suggestions what ever my email address is followmetohellandiwillleadyou@yahoo.com .

-The Enforcer