Spark of Blue

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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

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SPARK OF BLUE

Chapter 9

Blue eyes opened to a watery world in utter confusion. It took a couple of frightening seconds for the notion of being inside a regen tank to sink in. Once recovered from the initial shock, Bulma started to look for a way out, but soon found that the only way to open the hatch was from the outside and if her blurred vision didn’t fail her, she was all alone in the room. She had a vague notion of Vegeta carrying her to the med bay and then putting her inside the tank, but there were no signs of the haughty prince.

/He probably forgot about me, that man only cares for himself/. She thought sullenly crossing her arms over her bare chest. /Now Bulma, he did put you in the tank and he was hurt too. You should be worried over him being slumped unconscious somewhere in the ship instead of criticizing him/. The annoying voice of her conscience told her. /Hump, I hate it when you’re right/. She replied to herself admitting that what her “logical side” had said was true. Besides, if she was going to be trapped in the tinny ship with him for god knows how long she had better start cutting the man some slack, or as the saying went “be the better sayajin”.

She spent the following minutes trying to figure how to free herself without blasting the tank and came out blank. Her tail was twitching in frustration making light taps against the glass and she cursed herself for the tenth time for not having upgraded the ship’s tank when she had the chance to. Finally her temper got the best of her and powering a small blast she blew the hatch.

“What the fuck woman?! Couldn’t you keep your ass still for two more minutes?” Came Vegeta’s bewildered voice from the room’s doorway.

Soaking wet, her tail itching and his voice granting on her nerves, Bulma forgot all about keeping peace between them. “You jerk I’ve been awake and trapped inside that fucking thing for more than forty five minutes.” She shrieked.

“I was coming. Is there something wrong with your head that you didn’t sense me, or are you just flawed like that?” He asked getting angry himself. Yes, he had lost track of time being summed in thoughts sitting in the cockpit, but he had gone out of his way to help her, and she yelled at him?. He had heard her tapping and was going to let her out; it wasn’t like she would have had to wait much longer. /Damn female, I don’t know what possessed me to help her in the first place/. He thought bitterly.

“I’m not in any way flawed. The only problem with me is YOU! You can’t think in anyone but yourself.”

“You’re wrong woman, I did think about you. I thought that by the way you stank you would need a longer time to wash it off…” he said stepping closer to her and sniffing the air. “And if you ask me, you should have stayed inside,” he finished wrinkling his nose at her.

Bulma was so red she looked like she was going to explode. “Nobody asked you!” She shouted and brushed past him. She was sure he had said something; he wasn’t one to be left without the last word, but she had drowned whatever it was with her own muttering. “Stupid Vegeta! Pesky little troll of a man. I can’t believe I was concerned for him even for a second. After all I’ve done! I should have let Dodoria blast his ass to the next dimension.” She went saying all the way to the ship’s quarters, not caring a bit if he heard her or not, and even less about the mess she was making dripping healing liquid all over the place. “I hope he steps on it and falls, it would serve him right.” She said with a small smile on her lips, clearly picturing him doing so.

She got to the small cabinet that was to the lone bed’s side and took two capsules from inside one of the drawers. Decapsulating the one labeled bath things and taking with her the other one that had her clothes in it she went to take a shower. It wasn’t because she smelled, even if Vegeta’s comment had made her feel a little self-conscious. It was the intense itch all over her body, especially on her tail; if it went on for much longer she was temped to blast it off just to make it stop.

When the hot water touched her skin she let out a hiss of pleasure. She started soaping herself absentmindedly running over in her head the events of the last day. Adrian had told her about the movement that was on against the shield, but not even once had the thought of the Tsufurs being behind it crossed her mind. She should have known that Gero was stupid enough as to enter in an alliance with Freeza believing the sneaky lizard would hold his end of the deal. The old scientist had always wanted to see Vegetasei under Tsufur hands again but instead had ended with his beloved planet blown to smithereens. She grimaced before that thought. She had gone over the scenery where something like that could happen, but way down she had hopped for such occurrence to never meet it’s realization. She didn’t want to think about the number of Sayajin lives that had been lost or worse, the ones that were missing.

After she finished washing herself she stood a few more minutes under the spray inspecting her body. Her ankle was fine as was everything else that had been harmed during battle; well, not everything. She moved her left arm a couple of times making it roll in it’s joint; it was healed but it still felt a little numb, after all it had been that arm the one that had received the worst punishment. With her luck she had probably fell over it when she had passed out.

Abruptly an unsettling thought crossed her mind; she had passed out before making the hyper jump. Had Vegeta done it or were they still in the fogre’s mouth?

“Shit, shit, shit! How can I be so careless?” She cursed hurrying with getting dressed. “It’s all his fault! He annoys me so much I got distracted by it. I swear if he didn’t make the jump I’m going to kill him, prince or not.”

Bulma reached the cockpit in record time, and was relieved to see that he had made it. But there was something wrong with the numbers. If her math was right, which always was, she had been inside the tank for approximately five hours; enough time to have traveled twice the distance the display was showing. According to those numbers they were at a safe distance from Freeza but not as far as she would’ve liked it. And what was even worse, now they were too many light years apart from the sayajin pods making communication an impossibility. If Vegeta didn’t know the new coordinates they were completely at drift.

“Fuck! Computer, navigation mode on,” she ordered.

Instead of the normal mechanic voice answering her, the console to her right popped a round bot that hovered in the air for a second before Bulma’s surprised gaze. Then, two blue lights that looked like eyes went on in the middle of the sphere, and it let out a scan bean that went over her.

“Hello Bulma! Long time no see.” The bot said in a manly high-pitched voice.

“Boom?” she stuttered.

“The one and only.” Boom said flashing some colorful lights behind him for effect.

Boom had been one of her first inventions, and a complete innovation in A.I. bots, although he hadn’t been well received amongst the sayajin community. She had programmed him with a personality like hers, and apparently sayajins didn’t find it funny when a piece of flying metal told them what to do and how, or made smartass replies; hence the bot’s name. In the end, tired of rebuilding him over and over again, she had decided to merge him with her ship. That way she could have some company during her lonely missions. But when during one of them she bargained a more technological, faster and better ship from a foreign planet, Boom and the old ship were forgotten, capsulated and stored away.

She was glad to see him. He was very efficient and had nothing to envy from the new bots. And overtop of it all, now she had someone to talk to besides Vegeta. Setting the reminiscence aside Bulma knew there were matters to attend to.

“Ok Boom I take it you’ve been aware of everything since the ship came to life. I need the details of the course that we’ve been traveling so far.” She asked sitting in the captain’s chair.

“Right away my lady.” Boom said, and after a few beeps the navigation screen was filled with detailed data and a map showing the ship’s progress through space.

They were in the northwest quadrant of the Clopper galaxy, a system located at Vegetasei’s south. It was a rather tough place to be roaming so thoughtlessly. The planets were located very apart from one another, making it almost impossible to travel without refueling at every chance. Their tank was already a quarter down and they still had an extent void to cover before they could reach the first planet in their route, Toop 5. A planet Bulma very much would’ve liked to avoid. The inhabitants of Toop 5 were a violent race that didn’t have Sayajins in high regards, as it was a common treat in the Clopper galaxy. The only thing looking up for them was that they didn’t like Freeza either so there was no chance of being sold out by them.

She massaged her temples, feeling the beginnings of a huge headache. There were too many complications at the same time, and even if the tank had healed her body she was still completely exhausted. But there was no time to rest. She had things to settle, not to mention having to tell Vegeta all about the situation they were in, and more important, finding whether he knew the coordinates to the new meeting point or not. She had a sinking feeling that the answer to that was no; after all he had had no clue about what was happening during Freeza’s invasion.

“Boom, look for the most direct way to get to Toop 5 and set the course.” She ordered.

The bot went over to the console from where he had popped out and settle there in a round shaped dent. A moment later the course had been settled.

“How long will it take?” Bulma asked standing up.

“No more than ten or fifteen days.” Boom answered following her out of the room. “I’m sure that’s not much compared to six years.” He said in an accusing tone.

“Boom I’m sorry. I needed that ship; otherwise it would have been our asses.” She apologized.

“Well you saved yours. Mine got stuck in a capsule.”

“Oh knock it off already. You had your revenge.” Bulma said fixing him with a piercing gaze. “That’s right. I know you could have let me out of the tank, but you didn’t and you know how much I hate small places.”

Boom let out a tinny laugh. “You can’t blame me. I’m programmed to act just like you. You made me after all.”

She laughed too. “Yes I did, and I can unmade you just as easily.”

“Touché.”

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Bulma felt for Vegeta’s ki and sensed him still in the med bay. She found him sitting on a stool by the stretcher trying to dress a wound in his right shoulder and grunting in annoyance as he couldn’t seem to make the gauze stay where it should. He was so immerse in his task that he didn’t acknowledge her when she stepped inside the room and went to a little locker located behind him to his left. She opened the locker and took some bandages and antiseptics from it. She was still pissed at what he had done earlier but she felt guilty because if it wasn’t for her blowing up the tank he could have been inside it healing those wounds without a problem.

“Need some help?” She asked stepping in front of him and placing everything she had grabbed onto the stretcher.

“What makes you thing I need help from a lowly woman?” He spitted not even looking at her. “I have everything under my control.”

“You could have fooled me.” She replied not going for his bribe and looking him over pointedly.

“Not that it’d take much.” Vegeta countered back.

“Woohoo, you got yourself a quick one Bulma.” Boom intercepted with a whistle.

Vegeta then noticed the flying metal sphere that was hovering behind the woman. “What the fuck is that and how dare it even imply I, the prince of sayajins am yours?”

Bulma didn’t know whom to blast first. If Boom for his ill-timed and completely ludicrous comment or Vegeta for his I’m-mightier-than-thou attitude. “It’s just a soon to be recycled bot,” she was about to answer glaring draggers to said bot; having decided that as she was trying to be nice to Vegeta there was no sense in letting him suck her into their old bitching routine. But Boom beat her to it.

“Oh my! Royalty with that mouth? Had the standards dropped so low?” He said totally oblivion to Vegeta’s murdering glare.

“Are you fucking kidding me woman? Is this piece of shit for real?” the offended prince asked in a dark dangerous tone, standing up in a huff and using all his willpower to make himself remember he was in a spaceship and couldn’t blast the damn thing.

“Boom! I refuse to build you again if he blasts you. Get the hell out of here.” Bulma said getting in between him and Vegeta.

The bot just glared at Vegeta and then at her with his digital blue eyes slitted and floated out of the room, not before saying. “ He’s even worse than that Oolong prince you escorted during the outer edge wars.”

“BOOM!” Bulma yelled hurrying his departure with a forceful shove. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, hating to have to do it. “He’s been off too long and is a little dysfunctional. I’ll recalibrate him later.”

Vegeta didn’t bother himself with a reply; he just sat back down reassuming his useless efforts of bandaging his arms, and when she tried to reach for him to help, he bated her hands away.

“Do not presume you can touch me. I said I didn’t need you help. I don’t need anyone.” He said tautly.

She was about to scream his head off, but caught herself in time. Vegeta was lashing out like a wounded beast, and adding more violence and hostility was not the way to go. She knew well how beings like Freeza acted and how much they could fuck up a person. He had been with that filthy creature since he was a child. The year he spent on Vegetasei didn’t help matters at all. Instead of being honored and received with rejoice and praise, he had been shunned and isolated. Many Sayajins blamed him for the situation with Freeza; and she now realized that the Tsufurs had taken advantage of that fueling their anger towards the government and especially the younger monarch. Even amongst his own people he knew nothing more than hate and rejection. The king himself hadn’t known how to act towards his offspring and had kept cold and distant. Pushing Vegeta more into his shell and leaving him teetering at insanity’s mercy.

Kakarot had been the only one capable of reaching the prince at some level. His good nature, easy disposition and skills as a warrior had helped with their interaction. She had been able to read the young warrior and knew he wasn’t as naïve and dumb as he made himself to be. He probably was aware that Vegeta needed some kind of help and had provided him as best he could with an outlet to his frustrations, and had presented himself as a friend, someone to trust and rely on. Vegeta acted as if he didn’t care about him and denied any kind of friendship between them, but his possessiveness told otherwise. The only thing that Kakarot lacked and what probably kept him from reaching Vegeta completely was confrontation. Something she had plenty of. She was prideful and hotheaded too, which sometimes made things between them get really bad really fast. But she would have to keep in mind his upbringing and deal the situations at hand accordingly to it. The eventual clash of words would be inevitable, but that was ok. He didn’t need a pushover. It was only a matter of knocking her bitch mode down a few knots.

Bulma was goodhearted, and even when life had made her be ruthless in more than one occasion, she was one to sympathize with others and had a knack of seeing people as they were, focusing in the big picture and thus being able to understand them. But her intentions towards Vegeta weren’t completely selfless. If the enemy in fact had captured the king, they were going to need him to take his place and lead them. But Vegeta was a prince only by title. He knew nothing about ruling and dealing with subjects. She in the other hand had been doing it since she was young. If she tried, she could subtly teach him how to be the prince he was meant to be. Maybe the unfortunate twist of events that had them together in a ship drifting through space wasn’t so unfortunate after all.

Bulma let out a sight and talked calmly to him. “Look Vegeta I don’t care if you have everything under control and don’t need anyone. I’ll help you, whether you like it or not.”

With that she took his hand off of his shoulder paying no heed to his warning growl and inspected the wound. It was nasty looking but it wouldn’t need stitches. She put some antiseptic on her hands and spread it carefully over it; then she grabbed the gauze and covered the wound, finally draping the bandage over it and around the shoulder, securing it under his arm. Taking notice of more wounds and scratches over him, she diligently took care of every one of them. He let her do it. He was a hardened warrior, completely capable of taking care of himself, but he felt someway off. He blamed it to his lack of rest and delay in treating his wounds. They weren’t too bad, but weighted a lot over his weary body.

The whole ordeal was carried on in silence. Bulma was focused band-aiding him, waiting for him to calm down enough so she could tell him about their situation. And Vegeta was fighting off the new, estrange sensations she was eliciting in him. He had had to cover his flinch at her touch, not used to expect anything but pain; but she was gentle, her nimble hands moving smoothly over his skin. She was soft and lenient, something utterly unknown to him who came from a hard word full of sharp edges. The woman baffled him. He had always viewed females as nothing more than vile creatures. The ones he had came across were just a bunch of greedy, selfish whores who wouldn’t hesitate in double-cross you in a heart beat for their own purposes. They were nothing more than the ways to a mean, satisfying his basic needs. But the woman was different. She made him feel at ease and her actions so far lead him to believe she was worthy of his trust. He had to admit he needed her, and not just to tend to his wounds.

Finally when she felt him relax in his stance, she broke the silence. “We’re traveling across the Clopper galaxy, heading to Toop 5. Have you heard about that planet?” She asked still tending to him.

“Yes. A bunch of weaklings but they have balls.” He growled not liking the information.

“We’ll have to be careful about how we handle this. We need to refuel, and even if we manage to do it taking the port station by force it’s too risky. The ship being harmed is something we can’t afford.”

“Those fuckers hate our guts. Taking the fuel by force is the only way.”

“Not everything can be solved with our fists,” she said shaking her head.

“So what do you suggest genius?” he asked fixing her an annoyed glare.

“An alliance,” she answered simply.

“What?”

“You’re a prince, use your title for something more than bragging about it. We can offer them an alliance against Freeza. I’m sure word had already spread about Vegetasei and the imminent war.”

“What war woman? That lizard had already fucked us.” He said bitterly.

“No he didn’t. We expected him to do something like that. I designed the evacuation pods myself and I’m pretty sure a great number of Sayajins made it. Had anyone told you the coordinates to the new base planet?” She asked hopefully even when she knew the answer.

“No, I don’t know them, and by your question I get neither do you.”

“It’s ok. Once we get off this fucking galaxy I have ways to get them. Either by contacting the pods or by my informants.”

“Great, someone give her a cookie.” He said rolling his eyes. Completely disregarding her capability. A button than once pressed was sure to make her jump at your throat.

“Hey jerk. You may not like it, but we’re together in this. So try an act civilized or it’ll be our tails. I’m not some stupid peon you can push at your whim. I’ve doing shit like this since I was a kid, and believe me, blowing planets for a fucking king of the universe wanna be DOES NOT compares to it.”

He didn’t reply right away, slightly taken aback by her. Her whole demeanor was tense and angry, but her hands remained gentle. When the impression wore off he registered what she had said and became enraged.

“You had no fucking idea of what I’ve doing since I was a kid, bitch. You can take your airs of superiority and shove them up your ass.” He hollered pushing her off him and standing up.

“No. I can shove them up YOUR ass. Do not think me stupid little man. I know more than you think. Even more than what would make you feel comfortable.” She said deadly calmly, stepping right to his face. “And I’ve bleed as much as you did fighting for Vegetasei.”

“Sure you did.” He snared with pronounced sarcasm taking a step closer to her.

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” She snared back not baking off.

“It means that fucking in a pond with that low class is not part of fixing the damn shield. Your whoring around cost us our planet.”

“How dare you blame this on me?! I’ve been fucking tortured for days protecting everybody’s asses. I almost died getting you off planet. What I did with Raditz is none of your business and had nothing to do with anything.” She growled. She couldn’t believe him, blaming her for Vegetasei’s fall. He didn’t know a thing. Her mating with Raditz had nothing to do with it; Gero’s androids breached her security. It had been unpredictable and unstoppable. / Wait… my mating with Raditz?… how in hell did he knew about that?/. The notion struck her hard.

Vegeta looked oddly at her. The previous spitting ball of fury that he was sure was going to attack him at any moment, was now staring blankly at him and he didn’t know what to think about the sudden change of attitude.

“How did you know?” She asked in a low tone.

“What?”

“How did you know about Raditz and me?” She repeated her question calmly but in a way it demanded to be answered.

Vegeta’s mind reeled. /Shit! I can’t tell her I shared her dreams. Shit, shit, shit, my fucking temper!/. He cursed inwardly. “You reeked of his scent slut.” He lied convinced he could fool her.

“You’re lying.” She said slitting her eyes. “How did you know.” Bulma asked for a third time refusing to believe the answer her mind was conjuring up.

/Crap! The fucking bitch is too smart for her own good, he thought. “Fine! I shared your stupid dreams!” he admitted.

Bulma was stunned to silence. /He shared my dreams… he shared my dreams…, the voice in her head kept getting louder and louder. “WHAT?!” She finally exploded, yelling so loud he cringed and covered his sensitive ears.

“It means nothing so shut up already!” He screamed over her and pushed past her leaving the room.

She was dumbstruck and only reacted by slumping on the stool. She had had some weird dreams too. Thoughts that weren’t her own. But had purposely avoided thinking about what it meant.

/It’s not possible. We can’t be bonding. We don’t even like each other. I have known him for a couple of days, and not even pleasant ones. It’s a myth, there’s nothing to be worried about. We were exhausted and our mental walls were down, it was circumstantial. I’d have never thought about taking him as my mate. Fuck him yes. It’s just lust. But tying myself for eternity to him? No thanks. Neither him nor anyone. I need rest. I’m just over stressed. A couple hours of sleep are all I need. Yes, sleep will make everything better and much clearer. Me bonding to him? Ha, no way.” Bulma repeated over and over in her mind. She like Vegeta knew about the myth of the bond, and that even if it was exaggerated it held some truth. But they weren’t a couple. It wasn’t possible. And if it was, that was definitely something she wasn’t ready to face. And by the look of thing neither was he.

Setting aside how freaked out she was she focused in the other main track of her thoughts: The need to sleep. She had been mulling things over for a while and the thought of the cot waiting for her in the ship’s quarters made the simple task of keeping her eyes open a hard one. She dragged herself out of the med bay and to the room, with half lidded eyes and a heavy body. She entered blindly and took off her boots, pants, shirt and bra. She went to the little locker and took a big shirt that reached her mid tights and thrown it over. Once she was ready she plummeted down on the bed, realizing then that she wasn’t the only one intending to sleep on it.

Vegeta was lying in the middle of the cot, more close to being unconscious than asleep. If he thought that she was going to sleep anywhere but on that bed, he was sadly mistaken. Bond or not looming over their heads, and insults that still needed to be taken back, at that moment she couldn’t care less who she shared her bed with. If he woke in the morning, read more out of it and freaked it was his fault. /He’d better not thrown me off the bed, she thought as she rolled him to a side, making room to lie down. When her head hit the pillow she was already asleep, not noticing the pair of strong arms that wounded around her waist and pulled her to a warm chest.

Author’s note:

It’s enough for me to know that you guys are reading this story. But reviews let me know if I’m on the right track; which is important ‘cause I’m writing this for you as well as myself. So come on, press the button and tell me what you think about it. I’m open to suggestions and if there’s something you didn’t like I won’t take offense about it. From now on I’ll focus in the others characters that are scattered around the galaxy besides our favorite couple. I’m already working on the next chapter, so I hope to have it done soon. As always, thanks for reading. :)

Tammy.