Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Together We Are Slaves ❯ Chapter 9

“Bulma,” he explained. “She is a Sayian, a Blue Sayian.” Vegeta looked over at the now shocked girl.

“What?” she asked in shock. “I am what Frieza fears?” Piccolo nodded.

“Frieza and Zarbon know what you are. Have since your mother brought you here.” He motioned for the group to sit. “You will not run on this night. You will wait until the time is right. King Vegeta knew that this day would come. Prince Vegeta,” he said as he turned to the dark haired heir. “Your future was foretold in legends long ago. It was told long ago that the Legendary would meet the Blue Legend. They would defeat the Evil that Plagues the Universe.” Both looked at each other. They would work together? This was so not cool. Bulma turned to Piccolo.

“You are hiding something,” she stated with certainty. He nodded with a smirk.

“Yes, but I can not tell it to you. It is in history books on Vegeta-sei and you will live it, unless you fail.” They all looked down for a moment.

“When will we know when it is time?” Vegeta inquired gruffly.

“You just will. It will feel right.” A noise was heard outside as some of the night watchmen came to Bulma's door. A firm knock invaded their discussion. Piccolo grabbed the two subordinates and hauled ass out one of the ceiling vents. Bulma got up and headed for the door.

“What is it?” she asked angrily as she opened the door to reveal two, very scared men.

“We wanted to make sure that you are okay. Zarbon has been taken to the Med Lab for his injuries. He would not say who attacked him.” Bulma smiled.

“He probably would never admit that I hurt him.” The two men nodded. They knew that she could hurt them; they just did not think that she could beat Zarbon, but anything is possible. “He entered my room without being asked. I gave him the boot.” She walked over to her desk and after a few minutes of scribbling she came back and handed one of the men a note. “Make sure that he receives this.” The man nodded as Bulma shut the door. “Lets go to bed.” Vegeta nodded and the pair headed for the bedroom where neither slept a wink, the tale of the Legendaries still running through their heads.

 

The watchman walked down the dark halls toward the Med Lab, while his buddy continued to watch the halls. He was not looking forward to giving the changeling his note for fear the man would kill him for the message that he was sure was inside. Upon entering the Med Lab he found his charge. The man was sitting on a bed with his brow furrowed in what the watchman thought could be anything. Then those gold eyes turned to him and he felt a chill run up and down his spine.

“What?!” the changeling inquired angrily.

“Ummm… uh… I have a letter from Bulma.” Frieza's face softened.

`Maybe she wants to apologize for what she said and did earlier.' “Give it to me,” he said. The man handed him the note and tried to make an exit before Zarbon could read a word of the letter, but unfortunately for him, the first words of the letter were harsh.

 

Zarbon,

We are through. I have had enough of this possessive; I want to sleep with you kind of thought process! I was going to sleep with you when we had our anniversary, but after this last show of lust I have decided that it was moot! If you enter my apartment or come anywhere close to me I will be forced to kick your sorry ass in public. You should be thankful that it was only in front of Vegeta and I know how he would love to make you look bad.

Bulma

 

“What the fuck!?” was heard as he read the small note. With a growl of anger and frustration the large man crumpled and burned the note. He got up and with a grunt fell to the ground again.

`This was going to be a long night,' the night watchman thought as he rushed to help the fallen man.

 

The next morning the pair of Sayians headed with Piccolo to the training room where the rest of the Namekians waited for Vegeta. Minutes later the Vegeta entered the room with Bulma. Vegeta and Bulma said some words before she exited the room. That is when the training began.

 

Bulma walked down the hall toward her main lab. After giving instructions for the morning she headed toward her own personal lab that no one, but herself was allowed.

`I know just what I need to make to prepare us for the upcoming confrontation.' She grabbed some paper and a white tip pencil, her brain full of formulas for her new invention. This would be just the thing that the group would need to fight Frieza.