Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unexplainables Explained ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

Hmm, oh, you think I own it do you? Well, I certainly won't try to dissuade you. No seriously, if I owned it, would I be sitting here writing a different version? Heck no! I'd be swimming in my pool full of money with Bruce Camp-um, nevermind.

Welcome to the next installment. Read. Oh, if you haven't read Unexplainables, you have to or you won't understand this, silly!

Bulma sighed and wiped her hands on her jeans, pushing herself out from under the ship she was trying to repair. Strangely, the ship had been a Gravity Room. Why in the world she would have made one of those was beyond her. Sure Goku or even Krillin could have used it, but both had told her they'd done no such thing. After Goku's own grueling workout in one in space, he had never wanted to do it again. It was much too aggressive an exercise regime.

She shook her head as she studied her work, satisfied with what had been done. The thing had even looked as if it was used. She shrugged. Yamcha could've used it. She hadn't talked to him for quite awhile.

Speaking of which, she should ask him how he was doing. They were best friends and all. She stopped her forward motion to the kitchen to raise an eyebrow. Why did she feel like something should happen right now?

Shrugging, she put it off to a case of déjà vu and continued to the kitchen, where she picked up the phone and called Yamcha.

He picked it up on the fourth ring, " 'Ello?"

"Yamcha? It's Bulma."

"Oh, hey Bulma! How's it been? How're your parents?"

Bulma smiled at the true happiness she heard in his voice. It had been far too long since she'd called any of her friends. "It's been good. I just finished repairing the space ship dad built. Mom and dad are fine, vacationing actually. I think in some tropical resort this time. And how are you? Baseball team winning?"

He sheepishly chuckled, "Not really. We keep losing against those Sharks. We play the Wolves tomorrow. Do you want to come?"

Bulma frowned, "Can't. I have a meeting with the board about a new chip for aircraft navigation to be developed. I have to make sure Capsule's represented properly since dad's away."

"Aw, man! Too bad! Well, I'll try and think of you when I eat those peanuts."

She groaned and he chuckled, "Stop that! You know I love those things, Yamcha!"

"Yeah, all nice and fresh-roasted! Makes me wanna go grab a bag right now!"

"Ugh, Yamcha! I did not call to hear you tease me about one of my favorite foods! I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to a club or something…. I haven't been out in a while and I'd like to get back out on the scene."

"Sure! What do you say I set you up with one of my friends? He has a sister I'd love to go out with and she just might go if we double-date."

Bulma put on a fake smile and answered with mock excitement, "Oh that sounds great! Pick me up at seven?"

"Sure thing! See you then!"

"See you!" She breathed out a sigh of frustration as a click sounded on the other end. By 'back out on the scene' she hadn't meant dating. Ever since she had broken up with Yamcha she just didn't feel like dating. There was always something wrong with them.

They were too tall, their hair was too flat, they had no muscles to speak of, and she absolutely needed an accent, plus she had this strange attraction to highborn jerks. Now that she thought about it, she had to have the strangest list of requirements in the world. Why would she want a short, spiky-haired, muscular man with a foreign accent, bad attitude, and noble title?

Breathing a sigh of frustration at herself, she moved from the kitchen to her room to prepare for Yamcha and her blind date. She thought she'd just wear something simple and not-too classy. She wasn't out to impress tonight, she just want to relax.

As she passed a closed door, she backtracked and looked curiously at it. She tried the doorknob and it creaked open like those horror movies she'd loved to watch as a teenager. She didn't remember closing the guestroom door so tightly….

Cautiously, she entered the room, reaching over and clicking on the light to flood the room with phosphoric light. She gazed around the room, noting the regular sparse accommodations that had decorated the room before. Her eyes immediately fell on the one thing that was out-of-place.

She moved toward the white shirt-like object and carefully ran a hand over it. It seemed to be a piece of armor and her eyebrows rose at the gold trim and numerous cracks and dents that seemed so familiar to her. Pressing her forehead to ward off a coming headache, she shook her head, wondering if one of the Z Senshi had accidentally left it here, though she didn't remember any of them wearing it. She shook her head again and moved out of the room, turning off the light and firmly closing the door behind her. She'd figure it out later.

The rest of the night was uneventful; with her date going on about some rock band he was a member of and Bulma trying not to fall face-first in her soup. The man was so boring! For some strange reason, she wished he would just say something to rile her and they would get into a good old-fashioned fight. She wished he would look at her with dark eyes that wanted her and only her.

She shook her head for the third time that night and told Yamcha she was very sorry but she was getting a headache and needed to go home. Yamcha was sincerely concerned, but took her home like the gentleman he was.

As Yamcha dropped her off, Bulma asked him about the armor and the GR, but he knew nothing of either of them. She frowned as she continued up the steps, once again pausing at the closed guest room. Maybe it was one of the other Z fighter's, but that didn't explain the GR or the headache-and-déjà vu feeling she kept getting.

Bulma followed some instinct inside of her, opening the door once again and entering the room without turning on the light, letting the door click softly shut behind her. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, wondering at the wonderful smell on sheets that hadn't been slept on in years as she drifted to sleep.

' ' '

Moaning at the contact of sunny and cheerful light to her not-so sunny and cheerful world, Bulma let out a curse she was sure someone would have raised a brow at. She moaned again as she felt the headache she had thought she'd left behind returning full-force.

She felt something hard and rough in her arms and opened her eyes to look surprised at the armor she was practically curled around. How in the world it had come to be in her grip and how she had managed to sleep around the uncomfortable feel of its hardness that she was starting to notice now she had no idea.

Frowning slightly, Bulma swung her legs over the side of the bed and blearily looked at the clock. 6:10 in the morning? Was she insane? Shaking her head and deciding that with last night's and this morning's events she'd be better off leaving that question unanswered, Bulma yawned and stood up, stretching until each and every bone popped back into its regular place.

She put a hand to her back. Great, in sleeping with that armor thing she'd pulled something. Now she'd have to attend that meeting with those big businesses with a bad back and an aching head. Painkiller time.

Two extra strength painkillers and her second cup of coffee later, Bulma was able to stumble around the kitchen to get breakfast ready. It wasn't until she started making a third serving of omelets that she stopped. Okay…. Why was she making so much food for just her?

She sighed and took one omelet, sitting down and finishing it off in just ten minutes. She sighed and tried to silence the voice inside that said something was missing. Oiy, she needed a vacation! When her parents came back she was taking it too!

She showered, dressed, and basically got ready for the meeting for the rest of the morning, noting that painkillers had taken the backache away while doing nothing for her headache. Maybe it was because she kept looking out in the yard, where the spaceship-turned-GR had been. This was definitely going to be one of those days…or maybe one of those years!

She sighed, and stopped to sit down at the kitchen table. For some reason she felt like breaking down and crying…. Wondering if it was just hormones, she rose again. She couldn't sit there weeping over nothing; she had to get to-

With an 'oof' she landed right back in the seat, two arms grabbing her to keep her from landing on the floor. She glared up at Goku, "How many times-"

Goku shook his head at her, face set so serious she gulped back her words, "No time." With no more explanation, Goku and Bulma vanished from the kitchen.

' ' '

"Have we gotten all of the resistance taken care of?" A raspy voice sounded out in the dark room of the ship, screen overlooking the blue and green planet that was next on the conquest list. A chuckle followed the question, aimed at the word 'resistance'.

"There are only a few pockets of Earthlings left that resist us, boss. We will soon have them cornered and flushed out," a diminutive alien answered.

"How many have we had to kill?"

The alien shrugged, "Two thousand or so, give or take. We ended up killing some females as well…. They were fighters."

The voice responded with a nod, "We definitely don't want females as fighters…. How many of the females and males have we captured?"

"Two hundred fifty-six females are ready to be tested, one hundred and fifty-two males are ready for display, and twenty-three of the weakest males are ready for breeding."

"Good. Take the males down to the breeding pits and see which aliens they are compatible with. Make sure the offspring will be weak enough that they won't be a danger to their potential buyers. Test the females we have so far and then separate them into the buyer's cells so that none know any of the others. Make sure you clothe them to please. We want to show off all their assets…. And you know what to do with the males, I'm sure."

The alien nodded, bowing before he moved off to do as told. He was quite pleased he had taken up with Joso. The profits they were getting from attacking undefended planets and selling the inhabitants as slaves was huge! Who knew the whole galaxy was one huge, horny place?

' ' '

Bulma about fell over as Goku and she blinked into existence in the middle of a battle. Goku let out a curse that made Bulma blink and threw her behind him, yelling out for the Z Senshi as he fired ki blasts at the mass of soldiers that attacked them.

Yamcha answered, flying in low over the terrain and managing to turn around and take out the alien that had been firing at his back. Krillin answered not long after, carrying ChiChi, who wielded a dented frying pan at anyone who came to close to the pair while Krillin dissuaded them with his own attacks.

Piccolo's shout of rage was heard a moment later as he threw off about two dozen soldiers with one ki blast, incinerating them. The cause of his anger was seen as he grabbed Gohan with the arm still attached to his body and flew toward Goku.

All the Z fighters encircled ChiChi and Bulma, much to both women's consternation, fending off the mass of aliens that tried to attack them all at once.

Piccolo turned his head slightly toward Goku, face set in a mask of hate and reluctance, "Goku! We're outnumbered seven to one and they're still coming! Get us out of here!"

Goku nodded, making sure everyone in the group was touching him in one way or another, before Instant Transmission-ing them straight to Kame House.

Master Roshi practically leapt out of the house, a suitcase in each hand. Puar and Oolong followed not long after.

Goku hurriedly motioned them over, keeping everyone around him still, while Piccolo snatched the two suitcases and threw them as far into the ocean as possible.

Master Roshi looked indignant, as his lifetime supply of magazines were in those cases, but seemed to sense the tension in the air, not to mention the smell of lasers and ozone.

Goku looked around, "Where's Tien, Chaotzu, and Launch?"

Master Roshi shook his head, eyes grim, "They never made it."

Goku nodded shortly, eyes flitting across his home as he again teleported all of them; hopefully to a place where they might plan to take back their home, their conquered Earth.

' ' '

Ayamari checked her console again, eyes wide at the number of spaceships that dotted the atmosphere around the blue-green planet. She was supposed to come down after the Hitori spaceship that had been circling around their atmosphere. They had downloaded the Virus and then left, which had surprised all the inhabitants, who had been told that the next time the Hitori came it would be to make them 'one being'.

She had been selected because she had the most to make them pay for. They had stolen her family; the royal family of ShinRi, and left her to rule her people on her own. Being only ten scores of age at the time, her uncle had taken over as regent until she was old enough to take the throne herself. She was old enough now, but had tacked another requirement onto the goal. She had to avenge her family and make sure the galaxy was rid of the cursed Hitori.

Really the only thing strange that had occurred was that she had one day found her hair growing back. Her people shaved their heads when they took on a quest and did not allow it to grow back until the quest was complete. Her hair though, had looked as if it been allowed to grow out for at least a week. She shrugged off the strange occurrence and focused on the incoming transmission from the mothership of the fleet.

A strange being came into view of the screen and Ayamari blinked. The being seemed to have two sides, as if he-she, um-was split into two parts. Unfortunately the pronoun trouble came from the dual quality of the parts. Basically all Ayamari would put in her reports later was that it was female AND male. She would include the emphasis on the conjunction.

The left half was distinctly female, complete with makeup and fancy clothes. The right side, however, was male; clean-shaven, muscular, yet the pretty face almost made the two parts look one. Beyond the actual physical characteristics she could see, she really didn't want to know….

The voice came out both husky and deep, creating a rasp that grated on Ayamari's ears. "State you name and race. What business do you have here?"

"My name is Ayamari and I am a ShinRian. I come here following wanted criminals. They are known as the Hitori and are wanted for the murder of the royal family of ShinRi. Has a silver vessel been seen orbiting or on the planet?"

The being's eyebrows came down together, one elegant and contoured, the other rough and bushy. "There have been no ships since we arrived for a fifty mile radius around this planet. We arrived here last week and just began our assault on Earth two days ago. I have heard of every race there is…but what are Hitori?"

Ayamari's mouth thinned, "They are an abomination. We have not seen their leader, but they control robots they call probes and automatons. We sent out a warning to other peoples, but it was disregarded as a legend. This was many years ago, so the legend may have even been forgotten. You do not need to worry about them now. We took care of them; they should all be dead. I was sent to make sure the job was done. If they have not been here then I will retrace my tracks and try to track them by their ion trail. Thank you for your time-um, what was your name?"

The-thing preened in front of her, "Joso, Galactic Breeding Expert. You want it, we got it." Joso beamed at Ayamari. "You look like you could use a male…or do you prefer female? Either way, with this new batch we probably have something right down your alley!"

Ayamari barely stopped the disgusted look on her face. So this was Joso, the one who went around conquering weak planets and selling their occupants to the highest bidder. Some of the conquered ones were lucky and got jobs as servants, some weren't so lucky and became showcases on a pleasure ship.

"While that sounds wonderful-Joso, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. My people abstain from such things while on a quest."

Joso clicked her tongue in disappointment, "Too bad. But perhaps you can find me later, eh? I'm planning on holding the auction for the Earthlings on Junai while the Ygthys is being celebrated."

Ayamari raised one eyebrow, having no idea how Joso had pronounced that last, let alone what it was. "I'll do that. I may just need a celebration after this. Again, thank you, Joso."

"Hey! No problem! Just pass the word around. I really think this batch will sell. A lot of oddities on this backwater planet." With that last pot-calling-the-kettle-black statement the communication ended, leaving Ayamari to continue her hunt.

' ' '

Bulma once again reiterated her question, and found herself once again ignored as Yamcha and ChiChi tried in vain to calm Puar; Oolong squealed; and Master Roshi, Krillin, Piccolo, and Goku chatted with Gohan listening in the background.

"HEY!"

The shout made everyone start in surprise. Goku looked wide-eyed at the blue-haired woman who looked suspiciously near to tears. "Are you okay, Bulma?"

Bulma folded her arms across her chest, "No! I'm whisked out of my home, pop up in the middle of a battle, appear at Master Roshi's, and now I'm in a cold and dirty cave in the middle of nowhere and I still have no idea what's going on!"

Goku raised both his hands in the air, walking toward the volatile woman, "It's ok, Bulma. We'll explain everything. You see Kami sensed a disturbance. We thought we had a week's more time than we did, but these aliens came earlier. It's actually strange cause Kami usually isn't that far off about these things.

"Now we need to plan some kind of attack for these aliens, but we need to get a spaceship to do that. Capsule was one of the first things attacked. They leveled the place right after I got you out. We don't know if the ships were destroyed or not."

Bulma paled, looking shaken up enough that she sat down hard on the ground, barely registering the pain of doing so on rocks. She blinked and seemed to snap out of it, "What were you planning on doing with the ships?"

Goku shrugged, "Attacking their main force is what Piccolo said. Unfortunately…"

"I don't have actual battle experience on a full-scale like this. We need someone with military tactics and they hit the government right when they hit you. They knew how to cripple us. Probably been watching us for some time, waiting for the right time to attack." Piccolo didn't seem too happy with the admissions, but he shrugged. "If we don't get them now, Earth is gone."

Bulma snapped her fingers and rose, puling out a purple rectangular case from her back pocket, "I may just have what we need here." She opened up the case and studied each capsule, giving a triumphant grin when her eyes caught on the one she was looking for.

She pulled out the capsule, putting away the others as she gave everyone hope, "I just finished working on this spaceship. It's the one I said was a Gravity Room…and that's still a mystery."

Piccolo shrugged again, "That's hardly important-"

"Of course it's important! I like to know what I make and why, you know."

Piccolo rolled his eyes, "I meant, let's get a plan drawn up and start!"

Everyone nodded just as a blast of energy shot through the room, carrying Puar across the room and plastering the cat to the wall, said wall clearly being seen through the shapeshifter's chest.

Yamcha let out a cry and immediately flew to the opening of the cave, tackling the shooter, who let out a cry before he was pummeled to death.

Goku and Piccolo both had to pull Yamcha off the dead alien, as he seemed to refuse to admit that the murderer was dead, opting for breaking every single once-living part of its body.

Piccolo shoved the man to the side as another blast came rocketing in, this time missing hitting anybody, but just barely. Bulma flung herself to the side as she felt some of her blue hair singe.

As the Z fighters prepared to fight against the army that had found their hiding place, voices clearly echoed into the cave as Bulma's head connected solidly with a stalagmite she had not seen.

"Save the females and take down the fighters!"

' ' '

Joso received the last report with a grin, "Well, it seems our little resistance has been cornered in a cave. A blue cat-like thing was killed, and there are two live females, although one is a fighter, a pig, one old man, and five male fighters. We might not be able to sell the old one and the pig, but I see no reason to kill them if we can make a profit. They won't cost us that much. The fighters though, they'll have to go, even that female. Too bad."

Joso moved to send the message to destroy everyone but the pig, the non-fighter female, and the old man. His hand was on the send button when one of the aliens forestalled him.

"Joso! We just got a request for fighters! They need gladiators on Merick! They're offering two thousand zenni for males and five thousand for females!"

Joso quickly retyped his message. "Tell them we have five fighters in their prime and one female coming their way! We hit the jackpot!"

The men raised a cheer; 'hitting the jackpot' meant more alcohol and women for them, as Joso sent the revised message.

A/N: Wow! Not one mention of Vegeta! Not one speck of flame-like hair, attitude, or Princely title seen anywhere! Where could that delicious Saiyan be? Well, all of you are, I'm sure, quite peed with this unexpected development. But wait! There's more! Don't you just love starting a story and not knowing where in the world it's going? I liked creating Joso…he/she is fun! Next Chapter:

"…After getting over her initial shock at the double-sex creature, Bulma realized the-Joso had asked her a question. "I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?"

Joso smiled at her, "So polite. That'll up her price right there. Polite merchandise is hard to come across."

Bulma's face went a livid red and she thrust her chest, heedless of her lack of cover there, "I am not merchandise! My name is Bulma Briefs and I happen to be the heiress to Capsule Corporation and a super genius to boot. I will not be referred to as merchandise or products again!"

Joso looked wide-eyed at her escort, "This is the one from Earth? The one that was with the last of the resistance? She's spicy! We could sell that!"

Oh no! Sell Bulma! Whatever will we do! (wails) Let's just end the story right there, eh? Happy ever after…. ^_^