Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Treachery or Something Like It ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven:

"Here goes nothing," Bulma said when she reached her room and pulled the capsule from her pocket. She pressed the tiny button on the top and from inside the capsule, approximately ten blueprints landed on a desk that also came from the capsule. She stared at them, surprise written all over her face while she flipped through them. Between the final two pages, Bulma found a hand-written piece of paper, a letter, addressed to her.

Dear Bulma,

Good girl, you've found this work. I can't believe they have taken my only love from me and used you against me. This is the only way I could have stopped you.

I guess it didn't work though, did it? You're still coming after me, even though I've turned my work into a nightmare even for myself.

I hope this is the first thing you're reading. The blueprints with this letter will make no sense otherwise. I used a special coding to keep my blueprints from not being read, even if they were taken from me. The key to this is on the back of this letter, don't worry. I'm not as absentminded as you thought I was. You remember when you were a little girl.

Maybe when you were eight, I shouldn't have let them teach you the art of defense. I didn't know that they would turn you into an assassin. I didn't want that for you. I just wanted you to be able to protect yourself, even when I wasn't alive. I don't think I'm going to live much longer after this planet. You are hot on my trail.

Please, my baby, don't let anyone know of this project. It will get you your freedom, your life back possibly. I love you, forever and always.

With much love,

Your father.

Bulma found herself in tears when she finished reading the letter. She killed her own father, who never really wanted to harm her. "Damn those bastards!" she screamed. The IIA had told her that her father would surely turn his project against her. But according to her father, he never wanted to hurt her. They weren't getting their hands on this information now.

Bulma turned the letter over and looked at the code on the back. Sure enough, it matched the blueprint's code and she was soon trying to find out what the blueprint said. She was interrupted by a knock at her door.

Bulma opened the door to find Vegeta standing there, his arms crossed across his chest.

"Aria, I need to talk to you."

Bulma blinked, finding it very hard to believe that the Prince of Saiya-jins wanted to talk to her. "Okay, sure, come in. I guess."

Vegeta did as he was told and then sat in a chair not too far from the desk. Bulma, sat on her bed. "You're carrying seven weapons on you. What are you doing here?" Vegeta asked, immediately getting to the point.

Bulma sighed. "I guess you're the only one who doesn't know. I am an assassin, sent from Planet Frost. I think I need to tell the truth to someone."

"What do you mean?"

"I told both Kakarot as well as your father that I escaped from Frieza's planet and I'm hiding out. But that's not true. Vegeta, I've come by request of Frieza to rid the universe of you."

Vegeta only stared at her. He was apparently deep in thought. So, Bulma spoke again.

"I don't want to complete my mission anymore."

Vegeta looked confused. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to be an assassin anymore."

"You can't just not want to assassinate people anymore! That's why I came to talk to you!"

This time Bulma became confused. "What?"

"I guess we both needed to do some explaining. Earlier this afternoon I met one of the worst people in the universe. Her name is Kayte and I'm supposed to marry her in two weeks."

"So? Why don't you?"

"I don't want to. So I want you to kill her."

"I can't just kill anyone. It would become an interplanetary incident. I don't need anymore governments on my ass." Bulma paused. "Why don't you marry someone else?"

"My father said that I would have one week to find another bride. Where the hell am I going to find someone else in a week?"

"I'll do it." Bulma said quickly.

Vegeta's eyes became as big as saucers. "What?!"

"I'll pretend to be your bride. We can call off the marriage as soon as I find out enough about this `Kayte.' Then I can kill her without worry. And you can live as a bachelor. How's that?"

"You are an assassin. Good plan. I'll think about it." Vegeta got up and headed for the door. "By the way, do you need more blueprint paper?"

Bulma blushed as her mouth dropped. "Sure."

Vegeta walked out of the room with a smirk on his face.

When life gives you lemons, make sweet lemonade.