Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unbreakable ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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By: latinaB 
Bulma is the main narrator. The story goes through past and present scenes that lead to her enslavement.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 895 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma is the main narrator. The story goes through past and present scenes that lead to her enslavement.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 895 | Status: Work In Progress
DBZ Disclaimer: I do not own dragonball z, etc!
Basic Info: The story unravels after Namek between the 3 year Android Saga. This is an Alternative Universe, so it doesn’t follow the plot line.
Prologue:
I am enclosed in a barbaric cell full of engrossed fungus and bile. The dark musty walls somehow, feel to shrink closer and closer and I can only remind and pray to myself. It’s a hallucination. I feel nauseated and can barely keep my eyes open as a rain of tears run down my rosy cheek bones once again. I feel like there is nothing left, my life is worth nothing. I take deep breaths to keep me from screaming, the agony in my chest and throat is horrendous and I can’t seem to breathe. I struggle each breath and I inhale in and out at a rapid speed. After a few seconds my breathing comes back to normal and I feel empty again. I hug my knees as close as I can to my chest to feel some sort of comfort, for I am alone in this dreadful place. I fall into a deep slumber and reenact the scenes that caused me to be enslaved.
I was living with him; I had invited him to live with me. Even though everyone told me it was a bad idea and I could probably regret it later. I just ignored.
** Bulma! Are you out of your mind?” I can’t believe you invited that killer to live with you!” a very worried Chichi yelled. She was beyond terrified of the decision, her closest friend had committed to. She paced back and forth in her living room trying to reason with her. She was getting dizzy and came to a sudden halt; she held her small palm to her forehead and the other encircled around her waist. The gruesome thoughts that alien could possibly due to her beloved friend was more than she could handle. Bulma party sighed and hugged Chichi, “Please, don’t worry. I will be fine. Plus if he tries to pull a fast one, I am always one step ahead!” she held her friend in a tight embrace before giving her a wink and walked out of the small cottage” **
Ha! One step ahead! Was I that naïve to possibly believe I could out-wit the prince no ouji? Yes, I was. I considered myself the smartest scientist and most beautiful woman on earth. Nothing or no one could possibly be better than I. Anything was possible. Reachable. Obtainable. How wrong I was.
I never knew why I had invited him to live with me. Not once did I second think of my decision. His presence drew me in and I wanted to know more of his past. He was mysterious, dangerous, had a physique of a god and best of all a prince of a dangerous planet. It couldn’t get any better. Yes he drew me in and now I was suffering terribly because of him. For the first year of living with me at capsule corp., he brought out his true colors. He was hateful, demanding, violent, committed, awfully honest and stubborn. I had volunteered to make him a gravity chamber that would help him significantly increase his KI until he reached his desired Legendary Super Saya-jin form. BIG MISTAKE! Once he saw the potential, he trained constantly and demanded technical maintenance 24/7 and I became sick and tired of being locked in the lab for days on end fixing and creating new machines for his training. He threatened and I argued. Our verbal sparring in the lab became quite frequent. I would make him rage with fire and he would spit deadly words that would bring chills down my spine, or even worse…
**Woman! Don’t you ever say shit about something you know nothing about.” I had done it this time, I spoke so lowly about his destroyed planet, on how they were “over demanding monkeys” with no sense of manners…
He was holding me by my pale thin throat, against the hard, solid iron wall. I felt the pain and cringed. Yet his closeness was excitement and I closed my eyes waiting for the last blow. Yet it never came. The next minute I was so close to him, I could feel his low masculine hot breathing right above my neck. A warm sensation went throughout my body. His olive skin and over sculpted body rasping next to my fragile one, as my bountiful chest elevated up and down. He stood deadly still and observing my every move, he took one single sniff of my scent as his lip went into a smirk. “Pitiful” he growled. Letting me fall to the floor in a thump and with a blink of an eye he was gone and I was left with a painful neck and very womanly aroused. **
On one occasional night after his hard core training, I stood outside my balcony window after a 14 hour overload in the lab and I saw him in the middle of the dark night, looking up to the sky. The stars illuminating his over defined chiseled muscles that were literally all over his body. His stance was firm and royal like his jet black hair similar to a flame of fire. He stood there for Kami knows how long; I would have given anything to know his thoughts at that very moment.
I knew then, I Bulma Briefs was completely falling for him.
(In the Present)
“Get the hell up, Bitch!” The burly Saiyajin guard yelled as he opened the cell door. Maneuvering himself at a fast pace next to the petite silhouette huddled in a fetus form.
I had heard his footsteps echoing a mile away coming closer and closer to my cell. I shook violently with tremendous fear and I tried to compose myself as still as I could. ‘For kami sake, save me!’ Maybe just maybe if I pretended to be unconscious he would give up and leave me be.
“What the hell! You piece of filth! Didn’t I say get the hell up?” and with one swift movement of his leg, I felt the insane pain as he hooked his foot into my ribs sending me across the room. My body smashed into the wall and I rebounded back to the cold, fungus floor. I curled my fingers into my palms forming a fist of rage. I bit my lip as hard as I could to prevent me from screaming in pain and anger. I would not give him pleasure of knowing how much immense pain he was causing me, for that is all I have left, was my pride. I could feel droplets of blood, river down my lips and into my taste buds, a copper taste it was. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out, down the path, my body flipping sideways in a similar fashion of a rag doll as he spoke more obscenities and then I heard her name again.
“Princess Kioka wishes your death nigen!”
I became unconscious again, either from the pain of my broken ribs or the barbaric dragging of my body hitting every stone, wall or the burning sensation of my skin scraping the dirt or just maybe it was the mention of her name, for it was she who caused me turmoil.
** During the second year of Vegeta’s stay in Capsule Corporation, we had learned of the androids and the lunatic of a scientist, Dr. Gero. Dr. Gero would create indestructible human androids in revenge to kill the Z fighters especially my dear friend Goku. He would obliterate every since human and re-create humanoids in replacement. All of the Z fighters swore their allegiance to protect Earth and train in combat for the next two years. Vegeta, to my surprise accepted to help, yet for him it was a challenge. His pride called to him, there could not be any single living form stronger than he. Vegeta trained even more than before if that was possible, I doubt he even slept. He and I started to counter act more, he no longer physically hurt me yet our verbal sparring continued to different and higher levels of suicidal thoughts on each other. But almost every day I craved him even more.
“Woman! Where the hell are you?” He stood arrogant in the kitchen, waiting for service. ‘Honestly this woman was driving him mad, if it wasn’t for her somewhat knowledge of her technical skills and revacious attitude that was all well entertaining he would have blasted her to the next dimension. Yet deep inside he knew he wouldn’t, even if she deactivated all his training equipment, cleaned out the fridge and damned this whole planet he knew he wouldn’t. Lately it was getting extremely hard for him to keep all his composure. He had never craved another woman like he did her. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, degrade himself to mate with a non-sayajin female. Yes he could simple have sex with her and fulfill his needs yet he knew once in her embrace he would probably claim her as his. He couldn’t make that mistake of tainting his royal bloodline with half-breeds or could he? There was no female sayajin to mate with so he had no other alternative. She had the fire, attitude, looks of a goddess and what she lacked in physical strength she gained in mentality.
He had noticed when she stood out by her balcony in a sheer, provocative nightgown starring at him with her azure blue orbs of lust, and when she had thought he had left , he had only just had shifted to the roof of her balcony out of her view as she proceeded to admire the stars. Her azure blue locks of hair blowing freely in the midnight air as the moon illuminated her every feminine curve. Her creamy porcelain skin glistening as she took deep breaths inhaling the fresh air. He wanted to take her there and then, when her creamy round bounds caught a glimpse of the cold air and perked from the cold sensitivity. The sheer gown becoming transparent and he would see all her glory except for the garment that hid her outermost gift. Yes, she would make a wonderful goddess of a queen.’
“What the crap do you need now, your royal ass?” She glared with such sarcasm. She had been in the lab since 4 AM, fixing the GR and now it was 2 PM and she had not slept, ate, bathe and/or was in no mood for him. He stood there in his royal stance with his strong arms crossed. “Feed me now!” his smirk becoming overly apparent. “wha…t?” you could see the heat of red fire building up.
‘Besides being his 24/7 technical maintenance he wanted her to be his slave cook as well? What was next his doormat?’
“Your blasted idiotic mother is not here to cook, she told me to demand some from you, so I need some decent food now!” his smirk had not once left his lips, he was rather enjoying her facial expressions. “Look you pomperous jerk, I just will not! There is bread, ham and cheese, figure it out! ” as she turned to leave, he grabbed her elbow. “What did you call me?” he slowly asked her in a deadly tone as he pulled her closer and closer as his lips became millimeters away from her ear. The tiny hairs from her spine flared. She let out a slight sigh as her head bent down towards the floor, she could feel the electric chemistry just from his single touch and she just could not say no anymore. “Fine” was all she said in a whisper tone that even he with exceptional hearing struggled to hear. He could feel her KI shifting to different levels and it arised him in suspicion. “Next time, watch your foul mouth woman, now get on with it, I don’t have all day” he let her go and gave her a slight push towards the kitchen, as he sat down on the chair. She began to cook a small feast as he stared making her feel like a slave of some denominating planet. Why was she falling for him in the first place again?
“Woman have you finished the gravity chamber?” she slightly nodded with a no. “Why not?” he raised an eyebrow. “It will be done tonight, why don’t you train in the woods or by the field NW of Capsule Corp for the time being? Goku use to train there. His facial expression changed to disgust, “You expect an elite warrior and crown prince of the most formidable empires to adapt to the habits of a lowly, third-class idiot? Humph! That is insane; you will finish the gravity chamber in two hours max!” She glared at him, no matter how much she felt for him, he still ticked her nerve! Demanding monkey!
“If you want it that badly then I am wasting time here cooking! Sorry that is impossible, your majesty” she poured out the sarcasm once again. In a blink of an eye, he was behind her, his strong hand around her fragile throat and holding her other arm behind her back. It caused her no pain, he only held her firm. “See to it then, my training is above anything. Question woman. Why is it, when I touch you, your KI flares, and I don’t mean from fear?” he whispered. Inhaling the air “This scent of your, if I didn’t know any better. I would say you get aroused from violent handling, who would have know, a weakling like you.” He tightens his grip only slightly. “Vegeta… please let go” she was panicking he could smell her aroused state, ‘shit’. “Are you sure woman? Something tells me different.” He lowered his hand from her throat slowly touching her skin, down her chest, to her breast. A tight squeeze the mount caused her a moan. He shifted her position and his lips poured over hers. Their embrace lasting quite a while, as he suckled the ruby lips of its nectar. ‘Was she in a dream, was this really happening? Her most fantasized dream becoming reality.…..
**I know am evil! Please review and let me know if you understand the plot. This is my first fanfic ever!**
Basic Info: The story unravels after Namek between the 3 year Android Saga. This is an Alternative Universe, so it doesn’t follow the plot line.
Prologue:
I am enclosed in a barbaric cell full of engrossed fungus and bile. The dark musty walls somehow, feel to shrink closer and closer and I can only remind and pray to myself. It’s a hallucination. I feel nauseated and can barely keep my eyes open as a rain of tears run down my rosy cheek bones once again. I feel like there is nothing left, my life is worth nothing. I take deep breaths to keep me from screaming, the agony in my chest and throat is horrendous and I can’t seem to breathe. I struggle each breath and I inhale in and out at a rapid speed. After a few seconds my breathing comes back to normal and I feel empty again. I hug my knees as close as I can to my chest to feel some sort of comfort, for I am alone in this dreadful place. I fall into a deep slumber and reenact the scenes that caused me to be enslaved.
I was living with him; I had invited him to live with me. Even though everyone told me it was a bad idea and I could probably regret it later. I just ignored.
** Bulma! Are you out of your mind?” I can’t believe you invited that killer to live with you!” a very worried Chichi yelled. She was beyond terrified of the decision, her closest friend had committed to. She paced back and forth in her living room trying to reason with her. She was getting dizzy and came to a sudden halt; she held her small palm to her forehead and the other encircled around her waist. The gruesome thoughts that alien could possibly due to her beloved friend was more than she could handle. Bulma party sighed and hugged Chichi, “Please, don’t worry. I will be fine. Plus if he tries to pull a fast one, I am always one step ahead!” she held her friend in a tight embrace before giving her a wink and walked out of the small cottage” **
Ha! One step ahead! Was I that naïve to possibly believe I could out-wit the prince no ouji? Yes, I was. I considered myself the smartest scientist and most beautiful woman on earth. Nothing or no one could possibly be better than I. Anything was possible. Reachable. Obtainable. How wrong I was.
I never knew why I had invited him to live with me. Not once did I second think of my decision. His presence drew me in and I wanted to know more of his past. He was mysterious, dangerous, had a physique of a god and best of all a prince of a dangerous planet. It couldn’t get any better. Yes he drew me in and now I was suffering terribly because of him. For the first year of living with me at capsule corp., he brought out his true colors. He was hateful, demanding, violent, committed, awfully honest and stubborn. I had volunteered to make him a gravity chamber that would help him significantly increase his KI until he reached his desired Legendary Super Saya-jin form. BIG MISTAKE! Once he saw the potential, he trained constantly and demanded technical maintenance 24/7 and I became sick and tired of being locked in the lab for days on end fixing and creating new machines for his training. He threatened and I argued. Our verbal sparring in the lab became quite frequent. I would make him rage with fire and he would spit deadly words that would bring chills down my spine, or even worse…
**Woman! Don’t you ever say shit about something you know nothing about.” I had done it this time, I spoke so lowly about his destroyed planet, on how they were “over demanding monkeys” with no sense of manners…
He was holding me by my pale thin throat, against the hard, solid iron wall. I felt the pain and cringed. Yet his closeness was excitement and I closed my eyes waiting for the last blow. Yet it never came. The next minute I was so close to him, I could feel his low masculine hot breathing right above my neck. A warm sensation went throughout my body. His olive skin and over sculpted body rasping next to my fragile one, as my bountiful chest elevated up and down. He stood deadly still and observing my every move, he took one single sniff of my scent as his lip went into a smirk. “Pitiful” he growled. Letting me fall to the floor in a thump and with a blink of an eye he was gone and I was left with a painful neck and very womanly aroused. **
On one occasional night after his hard core training, I stood outside my balcony window after a 14 hour overload in the lab and I saw him in the middle of the dark night, looking up to the sky. The stars illuminating his over defined chiseled muscles that were literally all over his body. His stance was firm and royal like his jet black hair similar to a flame of fire. He stood there for Kami knows how long; I would have given anything to know his thoughts at that very moment.
I knew then, I Bulma Briefs was completely falling for him.
(In the Present)
“Get the hell up, Bitch!” The burly Saiyajin guard yelled as he opened the cell door. Maneuvering himself at a fast pace next to the petite silhouette huddled in a fetus form.
I had heard his footsteps echoing a mile away coming closer and closer to my cell. I shook violently with tremendous fear and I tried to compose myself as still as I could. ‘For kami sake, save me!’ Maybe just maybe if I pretended to be unconscious he would give up and leave me be.
“What the hell! You piece of filth! Didn’t I say get the hell up?” and with one swift movement of his leg, I felt the insane pain as he hooked his foot into my ribs sending me across the room. My body smashed into the wall and I rebounded back to the cold, fungus floor. I curled my fingers into my palms forming a fist of rage. I bit my lip as hard as I could to prevent me from screaming in pain and anger. I would not give him pleasure of knowing how much immense pain he was causing me, for that is all I have left, was my pride. I could feel droplets of blood, river down my lips and into my taste buds, a copper taste it was. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out, down the path, my body flipping sideways in a similar fashion of a rag doll as he spoke more obscenities and then I heard her name again.
“Princess Kioka wishes your death nigen!”
I became unconscious again, either from the pain of my broken ribs or the barbaric dragging of my body hitting every stone, wall or the burning sensation of my skin scraping the dirt or just maybe it was the mention of her name, for it was she who caused me turmoil.
** During the second year of Vegeta’s stay in Capsule Corporation, we had learned of the androids and the lunatic of a scientist, Dr. Gero. Dr. Gero would create indestructible human androids in revenge to kill the Z fighters especially my dear friend Goku. He would obliterate every since human and re-create humanoids in replacement. All of the Z fighters swore their allegiance to protect Earth and train in combat for the next two years. Vegeta, to my surprise accepted to help, yet for him it was a challenge. His pride called to him, there could not be any single living form stronger than he. Vegeta trained even more than before if that was possible, I doubt he even slept. He and I started to counter act more, he no longer physically hurt me yet our verbal sparring continued to different and higher levels of suicidal thoughts on each other. But almost every day I craved him even more.
“Woman! Where the hell are you?” He stood arrogant in the kitchen, waiting for service. ‘Honestly this woman was driving him mad, if it wasn’t for her somewhat knowledge of her technical skills and revacious attitude that was all well entertaining he would have blasted her to the next dimension. Yet deep inside he knew he wouldn’t, even if she deactivated all his training equipment, cleaned out the fridge and damned this whole planet he knew he wouldn’t. Lately it was getting extremely hard for him to keep all his composure. He had never craved another woman like he did her. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, degrade himself to mate with a non-sayajin female. Yes he could simple have sex with her and fulfill his needs yet he knew once in her embrace he would probably claim her as his. He couldn’t make that mistake of tainting his royal bloodline with half-breeds or could he? There was no female sayajin to mate with so he had no other alternative. She had the fire, attitude, looks of a goddess and what she lacked in physical strength she gained in mentality.
He had noticed when she stood out by her balcony in a sheer, provocative nightgown starring at him with her azure blue orbs of lust, and when she had thought he had left , he had only just had shifted to the roof of her balcony out of her view as she proceeded to admire the stars. Her azure blue locks of hair blowing freely in the midnight air as the moon illuminated her every feminine curve. Her creamy porcelain skin glistening as she took deep breaths inhaling the fresh air. He wanted to take her there and then, when her creamy round bounds caught a glimpse of the cold air and perked from the cold sensitivity. The sheer gown becoming transparent and he would see all her glory except for the garment that hid her outermost gift. Yes, she would make a wonderful goddess of a queen.’
“What the crap do you need now, your royal ass?” She glared with such sarcasm. She had been in the lab since 4 AM, fixing the GR and now it was 2 PM and she had not slept, ate, bathe and/or was in no mood for him. He stood there in his royal stance with his strong arms crossed. “Feed me now!” his smirk becoming overly apparent. “wha…t?” you could see the heat of red fire building up.
‘Besides being his 24/7 technical maintenance he wanted her to be his slave cook as well? What was next his doormat?’
“Your blasted idiotic mother is not here to cook, she told me to demand some from you, so I need some decent food now!” his smirk had not once left his lips, he was rather enjoying her facial expressions. “Look you pomperous jerk, I just will not! There is bread, ham and cheese, figure it out! ” as she turned to leave, he grabbed her elbow. “What did you call me?” he slowly asked her in a deadly tone as he pulled her closer and closer as his lips became millimeters away from her ear. The tiny hairs from her spine flared. She let out a slight sigh as her head bent down towards the floor, she could feel the electric chemistry just from his single touch and she just could not say no anymore. “Fine” was all she said in a whisper tone that even he with exceptional hearing struggled to hear. He could feel her KI shifting to different levels and it arised him in suspicion. “Next time, watch your foul mouth woman, now get on with it, I don’t have all day” he let her go and gave her a slight push towards the kitchen, as he sat down on the chair. She began to cook a small feast as he stared making her feel like a slave of some denominating planet. Why was she falling for him in the first place again?
“Woman have you finished the gravity chamber?” she slightly nodded with a no. “Why not?” he raised an eyebrow. “It will be done tonight, why don’t you train in the woods or by the field NW of Capsule Corp for the time being? Goku use to train there. His facial expression changed to disgust, “You expect an elite warrior and crown prince of the most formidable empires to adapt to the habits of a lowly, third-class idiot? Humph! That is insane; you will finish the gravity chamber in two hours max!” She glared at him, no matter how much she felt for him, he still ticked her nerve! Demanding monkey!
“If you want it that badly then I am wasting time here cooking! Sorry that is impossible, your majesty” she poured out the sarcasm once again. In a blink of an eye, he was behind her, his strong hand around her fragile throat and holding her other arm behind her back. It caused her no pain, he only held her firm. “See to it then, my training is above anything. Question woman. Why is it, when I touch you, your KI flares, and I don’t mean from fear?” he whispered. Inhaling the air “This scent of your, if I didn’t know any better. I would say you get aroused from violent handling, who would have know, a weakling like you.” He tightens his grip only slightly. “Vegeta… please let go” she was panicking he could smell her aroused state, ‘shit’. “Are you sure woman? Something tells me different.” He lowered his hand from her throat slowly touching her skin, down her chest, to her breast. A tight squeeze the mount caused her a moan. He shifted her position and his lips poured over hers. Their embrace lasting quite a while, as he suckled the ruby lips of its nectar. ‘Was she in a dream, was this really happening? Her most fantasized dream becoming reality.…..
**I know am evil! Please review and let me know if you understand the plot. This is my first fanfic ever!**