Spark of Blue

Hope you like it. English is not my first language so I’ll appreciate any review about my spelling or grammar and if anyone finds this fic worthy enough to offer to beta it, it'll be amazing.


WARNING: This fic contains foul language, violence and adult situations involving sex o implying it, so if any of the later bothers you, don’t read.

“Blah”- talking

/Blah/- thoughts

/*Blah*/ - telepathy

Disclaimer: I think it is a waste of time but oh well… don’t own don’t sue.

SPARK OF BLUE

Chapter 8

Vegeta stood unmoving for a few minutes. The image of what he had just witnessed replaying merciless inside his head. And still he couldn’t believe that his planet was gone. He had spent almost twenty years away, more than he ever lived on it. But it was his to call his own, a place to return to. Home. One day he was going to rule it. It was his destiny. And all those years away he had been hanging on, enduring the harshness of his painful life with Freeza just so one day he would return, free his people and lead them to greatness. He had always taken pride in his title and had been living up to it’s expectations. Now everything was lost. All his purposes had gone down in flames together with Vegetasei. All but one: Destroy the motherfucker who had caused everything. Unconsciously he clutched the woman harder against his chest and she moaned in pain. His gaze alighted on her face and right there he knew he wouldn’t let her die too.

/Damn it! I don’t even know if this piece of flying crap has a regen tank on it/. He thought knowing that she needed one or it was most probably she wouldn’t make it and moving her into a more comfortable and secure position in his arms as he was set to go to the med bay if there was one. He walked trough a stretch hallway and came across to a bedroom and a bathroom before he reached his destination. He was relieved to see a tank in the middle of the room. Albeit an old version it would do.

Vegeta lowered her on a stretcher and making a tiny ball of ki in his index finger started cutting her clothes so he could remove them without further injuring her. It came to his attention that she was wearing weird ones. Some loose plain grey pants that were two or three sizes too big, a white tank top that was stained with blood, from her or someone else he couldn’t tell, and a vest with an odd symbol on the heart side. It was formed by two triangles joined by their vertices, and there was a white letter R in the middle of each one. The fabric was also a material he had never seen before. When he finished his task all thoughts of clothes and the mystery around them left his mind. She wasn’t wearing a bra and was only clad in a pair of black skintight shorts.

A fierce blush on his face he admonished himself for letting his mind wander off what he had to do and took her in his arms again; this time to put her inside the tank. He set the oxygen mask over her face, making sure to secure it properly, closed the hatch and watched as it was filled with blue healing liquid.

Her hair floated around her and the dim bluish light gave her an ethereal appearance that had him staring at her for a couple of minutes. For some reason he couldn’t make himself leave her, and so when a wave of weariness washed over him he took seat on the floor next to her. A leg bent to his chest and the other stretched before him, he closed his eyes and rested his head on the cool surface of the tank.

/I’ll rest for a moment/. He said to himself. /Just a couple of minutes and it’ll be all I need/. He fall asleep almost instantly and after a bit a presence touched his mind. Being as he was so tired, his mental walls were weak and soon his mind was filled with dreams that weren’t his own.

*Telepathic Dream Sequence*

He was hastily getting dressed dripping wet in the middle of the desert. A sense of alertness running through him. “Fuck, they’re twenty at least.” He heard himself say in a voice that wasn’t his own.

“Yeah. I can feel them too, but their ki is someway off.” Someone said, and suddenly he was looking at Raditz’s wet figure.

“I don’t like this. Come on, let’s go and meet them before they have time to surround us. If I’m going down I’m taking a few with me.” He growled taking to the air and moving blue hair out of his face. He felt Raditz’s presence by his side and speeded off.

Before he had time to even see the enemy, he felt a piercing pain in his left arm and a sudden decrease of his energy. /Shit, the little fuckers’ve got ki disablers/. He cursed mentally. He was having a hard time flying as it was and couldn’t avoid the oncoming blast that hit him dead on his chest, taking him down successfully. He crashed over his left side, hard, and had to stifle a scream of pain as it felt like a hundred needles were piercing his arm.

As soon as he stood, he saw two men approaching him and took a fighting stance. He may have no ki left but he was damned if he would let them take him without giving hell before.

“We don’t want to hurt you gorgeous.” One of the men said with a nasty grin.

“Yeah, we just want to take you somewhere else so we can talk in a civilized way.” The other one added.

“Then come and get me.” He said; thanking their stupidity for underestimate him when he saw them moving the guns to their backs and attacking head on.

He jumped just as the first man was about to reach him and plummeted his two fists together on the base of his skull, throwing him to the floor. Forgetting in the adrenaline rush the state his arm was in. Stepping on the fallen man he swirled and gave the other one a kick on the stomach. Not giving him time to recover he launched for him and with a death grip on his head, twisted it until he felt his neck snap. He then went to where the first guy was and also snapped his neck but this time with a powerful kick. He was about to reach for the gun when he felt presences behind him and saw an old man surrounded by armed warriors and two strange looking teenagers by his sides clapping at him.

“Very impressive my dear, very impressive.” He said in an oversweet tone.

He made as to grab the gun but was halted by the man’s rattling and the clicking sound of guns being prepared to fire.

“Tsk,tsk, now be a good girl, would you? I don’t want to hurt you… much.”

“Fuck you Gero.” He shouted going fro the gun either way. He brushed the cool of the gun’s butt with his fingertips and then a rain of blasts showered him, sending him to the floor sprawled on his back. He was stubbornly fighting unconsciousness when he saw the old man hovering over him with a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“I hate to say I told you so, but oh well, this youth today never listens.” He said while crushing his chest with the heel of a booted foot knocking the wind out of him. Finally the blackness teetering on the sides of his vision took over and he lost his fight to stay awake.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered Raditz lying on the floor no so far from where he was.

He came to a freezing coldness and realized someone had thrown him a bucket of icy water over. He was kneeling on a hard floor; his ankles shackled to it preventing him from standing up, and his arms were stretched over his head hanging from where they were shackled to the ceiling. A ki dampening collar was placed around his neck. With great effort he raised his head and saw Gero standing there with the two odd teenagers from before.

“I won’t tell you a thing.” He said too weak for his liking.

The damn man just laughed. “It’ll amaze you how persuasive my androids can be.”

/Androids? That’s why their ki is so off. What the hell had you been doing crazy hag?/. He thought with a tinge of fear, but then he laughed too, a hard, joyless laugh. “They’ll have to try their hardest to amaze me.”

“Oh, don’t worry dear. They will.” He promised with a saccharine smile.

“Bring it on then, you’re boring me already. And Gero… the dungeon, nice touch.” He teased.

“Do you think so? Well I’m pleased you liked it”

“Sure, it makes me remember the time when I kicked your ass in your underground lab. It’s fitting to do it here too. And now I have your new projects to play with, I hope they don’t break so easily as your last one did. What was it’s name… Cell?.” He asked smirking.

Gero lost his smile forgetting that he was playing “polite talk”, and slapped him with all the force he could muster. “Little bitch you won’t be talking so care freely much longer.” He threatened between teeth. “Seventeen will make sure of that.”

The raven haired teen stepped closer to him and kicked him on the face, making a sickening sound when his jaw bone cracked under his feet and leaving him dangling from the chains.

“You better start talking soon Briefs, he can get pretty nasty.” Gero said leaving the room with the blonde haired android.

“Good, just how I liked them.” He replied spitting blood on the floor, and receiving another kick on the face for doing so.

For the next five hours he was submitted to every kind of torture, not letting once a word that wasn’t an insult towards the android nor a single scream of pain leave his lips, and taking a small pleasure in seeing as how that seemed to tickle the man off. Finally the guy lost his patience and beat him thoughtlessly to an inch of his life.

He woke later not knowing how much time he had been out. For the itching in his tail he knew they had put him on a regen tank. Things went pretty much the same the next day, except that he managed to make Seventeen snap sooner than the last time. On the third day he guessed, Gero lost his patience too and went to see him again.

Gero stood still just looking witheringly at him, and it was like he was waiting for something. A couple of seconds later he found out what when Raditz’s agonizing screams filled the air.

“Aaah, music to my ears. Such a glorious voice, I wonder if I can get him to sing louder.” He said, a hand stroking his chin as in deep thought.

He could feel raw rage fill him. The fucking bastard was using Raditz against him. He knew he could stand it for a while, but wasn’t ruthless enough as to let someone else pay for his stubbornness. /It’s either him or the millions of sayajins and people you made an oath to protect. You can’t let it break you/. He tried to convince himself. “You’re not going to get away with it Gero. I’m still not talking.” He lied.

“You say so, but we’ll see. And even if you don’t he will.”

“So why the fuck are you still keeping me here? Why not kill me while you can? I know you’ve been dreaming about it since the first time we meet.”

“What a better way for you to go than hearing the decaying screams of your pathetic race as it’s annihilated? Any other death would still not be enough for you. You’ll rot in this dungeon witness of everything and you won’t be able to do a thing.” Was his barbed prophecy. “Take the man next door as a rehearsal.”

He left him again before he could say a word, with Raditz’s pain as his only company. As time went by he tried to block his screams, but couldn’t do it. Finally Raditz broke. He tried to yell at him to hang on, to not to tell them a thing. But Raditz was far too gone in pain as to listen to him, honor or any other thing but the promise to stop hurting.

He was so mad his ki started rising slowly and a few blue sparks licked the necklace. He had to stop when a sudden bust of his ki made the mechanisms kick in and a jolt of pain ran trough his spine. He stood hanging there for a minute that seemed an hour. The engrains in his head slowly starting to move. He had felt the collar respond to his ki rising in other way than by hurting him. He knew that if he raised it suddenly it would send a shock of electricity trough his body. But maybe if he were to do it gradually he could get it to overheat. He spent the next half an hour or so doing it, and when he was starting to think it had been a stupid idea, the collar gave in.

He felt his ki coming back and his energy stronger than ever. They had forgotten that a sayajin increased his power level after every near death experience. It was a mistake he was sure to make them regret dearly.

Powering up slightly he broke the shackles keeping him imprisoned and then hided his ki. He had had time to analyze the room while he had been there hanging like a puppet, and so knew that there was only one exit and it was trough the door that was to his right. He had no idea of how big the complex was, where it was or how many people where in it. He stretched his senses and felt two kis right outside the door and like sixty more scattered around. He focused on Raditz and found him not too far from where he was. /Those fucking androids are hard to sense. I haven’t got a clue of how powerful they are or if those two teens were the only ones. And I can’t fight like this, I need clothes/. He thought. /Ok, first things first, you can take care of the two posted outside and then go to get Raditz. You’re a genius; you’ll find a way out/.

He double checked his senses again and pressed himself against the wall near the door. He infused his fists with ki and punched it where he felt the guard’s heads were. Quickly he kicked the door down and saw his calculus had been right. The two guards were lying on the floor, their heads a bloody pulp. He undressed the smaller one of them and put on the clothes. He knew they would have heard the commotion and that he was pressed for time so he ran as fast as he could to where he felt Raditz presence, thanking all his gods for his great orientation sense.

He got to a halt when he was face to face with a steel door that lead to what he thought were the laboratories. Surely they had put Raditz in a regen tank. For which purpose he didn’t know. Maybe Gero was planning on making him an android too or brainwashing him and make him be part of his army. He had sense many sayajins’ kis along with the other warriors, so it wasn’t such a crazy idea. But he hadn’t halted just to ponder about that. He did it because he could feel the android woman’s ki inside. “Fuck, I have no choice. I can’t leave him here.” He muttered lowly.

He decided that as he had no choice in the matter, he might try and do the best he could. He didn’t power up, not wanting to alert her of his presence just yet, and went inside with a determinate gait. The android didn’t seem to recognize him at first, but his tail lashing uncontrollably behind him gave him away. He knew not to let it free when in battle but he was so angry because of the sight before him than he couldn’t help it. Raditz was indeed inside a regen tank. His tail and right eye were gone. There was no worst thing to do to a sayajin than to cut his or hers tail off.

He snarled fiercely showing his sharp canines and went for her. It wouldn’t matter how powerful she was or not if he didn’t give her a chance to counter back.

He started throwing punches and kicks. She blocked most of them and he blocked hers. They were at a drawn until the android almost got a hit on him. He dodged it just in time and her hand got caught in a machine. Taking advantage of the situation he took her arm and swung her to a wall. She was quick to extract herself from it and when he was ready to punch her she vanished into thin air only to reaper behind him. He couldn’t avoid the kick directed to his back and was thrown forwards to the floor. Using the momentum he placed his hands firmly on it and kicked back with both his feet, hitting the unsuspecting android right in the middle of her face.

“What’s wrong? Batteries getting low?.” He asked raunchily.

“For your information I’ve been going easy on you. I know how fragile your flesh and bone can be.” The android said brushing her hair out of her face.

“Oh really? Well don’t do me any favors.”

“Well ok.” She agreed.

The fighting reassumed. The android bashed full force against him, making him retreat a couple of steeps. She placed her hands on either side of his arms and gave herself room to thrown her head back and hit him on the forehead dead on. He pushed her off of him to gain some distance again. The hit had made a gash over his eyebrow and blood was dripping from it over his blue eye, making his vision red for a minute. He powered up and charged at her. She tired to get a punch in at the same time, but he was faster and had his knee embedded in her stomach before she could react. This time it didn’t take her long to recover and it was her who thrown him off. She powered up too and gave him a vicious kick in the left arm, breaking it. He bit his lip not to scream and drop low kicking her feet from under her making her stumble to the floor.

“Nice try bitch, but it won’t be enough.” He said.

“It takes being a bitch to know one.”

He laughed. “Yes, it’s payback time. It is a bitch and so am I.”

He grabbed her by the cuff of her neck, bating away her fits when she tried to hit him and threw her against a big machine, which exploded on impact. That made him lost sight of her for a moment, but he sensed her when she tried to hit him and blocked the kick. He powered a small blast and sent it her way. She managed to deflect the first one and the second one. But the third one went bullseye hitting her right on the chest and disorientating her momentarily. He took notice of a big kind of antenna that had a warning sign that read a high energy level; high enough to fry her circuits, and using all the strength he could muster with one arm, grabbed her by her leg and smashed her against it, sending a blast to make a short circuit for good measure.

He watched with morbid pleasure as her eyes rolled in the back of her head when the electricity ran through her body. A spark could be seen occasionally. He knew she wasn’t dead yet, but somehow he didn’t think that statement would hold truth for much longer.

“Don’t worry; I’ll turn you into something useful, like a scouter or a hover bike. Then…maybe not”. He said just in case she could still be listening.

Recalling the dire urgency of the situation he was in, he crushed his sayajin innate bloodlust and rejoice in the won fight and went to see how Raditz was. He had been pendent the whole fight to keep it far from where the tank was. He made some quick math and choose to take him out of it. It wasn’t like they have time to wait for him to be fully healed anyway. He set the tank into the final stage and while it was being drained of the healing liquid he looked for the gauzes that was dripped in it and that were kept for treating wounds on the battlefield or wounded that were in a too drastic estate as to put them inside the tank itself. He found a couple of patches and laced them around his injured arm. It wouldn’t do much for the broken bone but it sure dimmed the pain.

After some excruciating minutes the tank gave the beeping that signaled the patient was ready to be taken out of it. He opened the hatch and as best as he could with one arm got Raditz’s huge frame from it, placing him carefully on the floor. It usually takes in between ten a fifteen minutes to wake from the induced sleep, and it’s not recommended to try and wake the patient before that time. Anyhow, time was precious and he rather be running through the hallways with a half sleep Raditz than be found fifteen minutes latter waiting on the floor of the laboratory trapped like a rat.

It took a few tries but he could finally rouse him after only five or so minutes. He had realized when he was looking for Raditz that the place was built the same as Gero’s last underground lab, so now he had an idea of how to get out. He helped Raditz to his feet and supported him grabbing him by the waist and letting the worst of his weight fall over his right side. He half carried him through some passageways and with all his senses in alert he avoided the guards. He was still preoccupied about Gero and Seventeen, well not so much about Gero, but the android was sure to be around him and he was a problem.

They were almost to the surface when a group of five warriors blocked the path. In the state they were in it was impossible to fight them, but in that moment the whole planet shook startling the warriors and the entire facility became chaotic. Another group of warriors appeared from the side blocking the others’ sight and after placing Raditz against a wall he pushed some and kicked others towards the ones in the doorway. While they were a tangle of limbs he stepped over them as hard and as fast as he could while carrying Raditz. In the disorganized estate Gero’s army had fallen, they failed to take notice of the two escaping fugitives.

As it was they now had bigger problems. He recognized the culprit of this new situation: Freeza. The shaking of the planet was due to the intensive atmosphere penetration it was suffering caused by the thousands of pods that were going to crash land on Vegetasei. He knew right there that the planet was doomed. There was no way to fight the invasion. He had talked to the King and the counsel about what to do in a situation like this and they had planned the operation exodus. The only problem was that he didn’t know the new coordinates. He had been busy building the prince’s gravity room to make it to the meeting with Brito. The initial planet that was chosen to be the one to house them given a situation like this was Vegesia, a sayajin colony not too far away, but distant enough as to loose the enemies along the way. But it had been destroyed by a meteors shower. Although he knew the truth, it had been Freeza who blow it up as he was sure planning to do with Vegetasei.

He was glad to see some sayajin pods leaving the planet, but soon realized a great number of enemy ships were directed towards the palace. Vegetasei wasn’t very big and so there were only three assigned launching bays prepared for such a situation; the one in the palace being the biggest one. If it fell, more than over half of his people were going to die. He could feel desperation coursing though him. Raditz was now alert but there was no way they were going to make it in time flying. /Kakarot./ He thought. /He knows that instant transmission technique./

/*Kakarot, can you hear me?.*/ He asked telepathically. /*Kakarot it’s me, I need you./ He tried again.

/*Fighting.*/ Came the reply, his voice reflecting the strain he must had been enduring.

/*I know, stop it. Freeza’ll blow up the planet. I must get to the castle or millions will die.*/ He resumed the best way he could hopping Kakarot would get it. He was scatterbrained but when it came to battles he lost all his naivety and dopiness.

/*What do I do?.*/

/*Use you special technique, get here and then teleport us back there.*/

/*Ok.*/ Just as he sent that thought he appeared before them.

“Hurry up! Take us back.” He said, putting a hand over Kakarot’s shoulder and wounding his tail around Raditz waist.

Kakarot took two fingers to his forehead and in less than a second they were standing in the bay. He let go of both men and searched for the king’s and members of the council’s kis. He could feel that some of them where ok. They were fighting as their ki indicated. But he couldn’t sense the king’s ki, nor Bardok’s or Brito’s. And Pulus’ ki was rapidly descending.

He didn’t have time to keep on pondering about it and make sense of what it meant. A big party of maybe a hundred men or more was making it’s way towards them. He instructed Raditz to help launch the pods and protect that zone, while he and Kakarot went to fight.

“Dodge the blasts. You can’t deflect them.” He warned him, and he nodded in understanding.

Together they defeated them rather easily. Rather, because there were some close calls. But in the end they were left with nothing more than tiredness and some minor scratches. It was then he realized the prince was away and hadn’t had an idea about what was going on. Shoving Kakarot towards his brother he told them to board the pod and launch. His tone of voice left no room to arguing.

“I’ll see you guys again. Take care.” He said stepping out of the pod’s engine’s way.

He zeroed on the prince’s ki and flew in his direction, arriving just in time to push him to a side as a blast was heading his way. He saw himself being shoved to a side and then the ground getting closer and closer. With no intention to land over his injured arm again, he swirled in the air and hit the floor with his back. He stood there trying to regain his breath, and had to put it to good use when he felt a blast coming towards them.

“Vegeta watch out!” He yelled throwing a blast to deflect the incoming one, and then he collapsed again drained of all energy.

He could hear himself and Dodoria talk but it didn’t make much sense. Blood was rushing to his ears for the effort he had been doing, drowning any other sound. Then there was intense heat and he could feel someone lift him and place him out of danger. As the battle between them went on he still knew the prince knew nothing about the impeding threat. By sheer will force alone he stood up and limped towards him, cursing as the last fall seemed to have sprained his ankle.

End Of Telepathic Dream Sequence

Vegeta awoke with a start. /What the hell was all that?./ He asked confused and stood up to look at the still sleeping woman. The tank showed that her heartbeat was agitated but she was healing fine.

/I’ve been dreaming her dreams./ He concluded.

He was more than surprised at the occurrence of such event. Sayajins were telepathic for nature but only those who were very akin to each other could share dreams that easily. The third classed called it a bond, but he knew those things didn’t exist. It was true couples that spent years together had a more psychic connection, but nothing remotely close to what the myth of the bond said. He had known her for not more than a few days; it was impossible for such a thing to happen.

/But it did./ He told himself. /It did and you don’t know why. Baah. It was just stupid dream. It didn’t meant a thing./

He checked the tank again and saw she had an hour and a half left. A little crept for what had happened he wanted nothing more than to put some distance between them. And as he wasn’t going to go and admit that not even to himself, he decided that wanting to inspect the ship was a good excuse to do just that. Yes, wanting to inspect the ship had nothing to do to with being scared of a woman. With a last lingering look to the woman floating inside the tank, he left the room.

Author’s note:

Again I put some quotes taken from the program. I just loooove Vegeta’ s catty remarks and I can’t help myself. I hope the dream sequence was comprehensive. It was from Vegeta’ s point of view, but he couldn’t alter a thing. That’s why even if it’s Bulma who is realizing the actions, the person is He. As always, thanks for reading. :)

Tammy.