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.

I’m sorry I didn’t update in like forever. My boyfriend and I were in a car accident that left us with several broken bones and put him in a coma for two weeks. I healed just fine and luckily he evolved after those weeks to a Coma Vigil (Persistent Unawareness) and woke up with no severe brain injuries, but he was out for almost four months and the recovery took time and energy. Honestly, writing was the last thing on my mind. Just now my life’s gone back to some resemblance of normalcy and I found myself reuniting with this story. Hopefully there’s still someone out there who remembers it.

Thanks for the reviews.

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 don't own Dragon Ball Z, his characters nor the element taken from it.

SPARK OF BLUE

Chapter 10

They woke up at the same time, hearts racing, breaths uneven and in a sweaty mess of tangled limbs. Vegeta was the first one to come to his senses, sitting up in bed and pushing a disheveled and bewildered looking Bulma off of him.

“What the hell…” he sputtered, his gaze searching the room for some clue that would help him make sense of the situation, only to come to rest on the catatonic woman that laid beside him.

His voice seemed to bring her back from wherever she had spaced off to, and making a sound low in her throat, she blinked out of her stupor and tried to jump off the cot and away from him. Tried being the key word, for a furry brown tail that she failed to notice was laced around her tight prevented her from going far, and she went crashing face down, landing with her upper body splattered on the floor and her ass and legs up over the cot facing a shocked sayajin.

“Oww.” Came the whine from the floor, followed by a little yelp of surprise when she found herself being pushed completely out of bed by no other than Vegeta, who had unwound his tail from her leg and was staring intently at it as if it had somehow betrayed him.

“Why the fuck did you do that for?” Bulma yelled at him from the floor, sending a glare that had murder written all over it.

“Hopping into my bed woman, really? Are you that desperate?” He asked ignoring both her question and her glare.

“Are you?” She countered back, not missing a beat. “’Cause this happens to be MY bed, in MY room, in MY ship.”

“I got here first, so now it’s my bed,” he said sending a smirk her way. “See how I’m sitting in my bed and you on the floor, where you belong?”. He asked her morosely. The smugness was radiating off him in waves, and Bulma was now possibly fuming.

She was about to start a verbal rampage that would’ve left even him blushing, when an idea struck her, making her match his smirk with one of her own. In a swift and powerful pull she yanked the covers with Vegeta and all off the bed, catching him off guard and sending him sprawling to the floor.

“And now you’re at my feet where you belong,” she spat haughtily at him, and with that the mood shifted abruptly.

In a second Vegeta was standing and pressing her back to the wall, a hand to her neck and an ugly sneer marring his features.

“You ever talk to me like that again and I’ll kill you,” he threatened, squeezing her throat a little tighter.

Stricken with the realization of her mental slip, and busy belittling herself over it, Bulma failed to answer him. Only when she found herself being shoved against the wall again and felt his hand shaking, did she react, giving him a curt nod.

It took him a moment to register her gesture and reign himself in. He had been so close to loosing it; a little more pressure and he’d have snapped her dainty neck in two. With an annoyed grunt directed more to himself than her, he dropped his hold on her as if burned and stormed out of the room.

Bulma watched him go from the same spot where he had left her, and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Bringing a hand to her throat and rubbing it gingerly, she walked numbly to the cot and sat down heavily on it.

/ Fuck! I’m so fucking stupid sometimes /, she ranted silently. / I can’t believe I told him that. I might as well paint myself white and purple and ask if my looks remind him of someone. /

She was not upset about the early flaring of tempers; it was the wording of her barb what was bothering her. Especially after being witness, if you could put it like that, to Vegeta’s nightmare.

It had happened once before, snippets of thoughts, memories and even emotions that weren’t hers. But this time it had been different, crystal clear, and for a moment when she woke up she couldn’t tell her emotions from his. It had thrown her off her game and she was careless in her verbal spar with him. She had seen the strain in his movements, the struggle for control when her image merged and blurred with that of his nightmare, his memories. Her choice of words had definitely been unnecessary cruel and wounding.

If she was going to face him again and fix the mess that she created, she needed to sort out her thoughts and be clear minded. With a sigh, Bulma flopped backwards on the bed and closing her eyes, let everything come back to her.

- -Flashback to telepathic dream sequence- -

Things were fuzzy ahead of her, almost like being under water. Shapes were blurred, blending into one another, and the light was painfully bright with dark shadows that assaulted it’s brilliance at odd angles. She was being steered by and invisible force that prompted her to go faster, faster, faster. Walking through endless hallways now she could see clearly the figure of an impossibly bulky man leading the way.

“Nappa, where are we going? It’s too early for training”, she inquired in a rasp of a voice that wasn’t acknowledged at all.

“I asked you a question!” she exclaimed louder, angrily. But again silence was the only response she got.

She readied herself to demand answers again, but the breath was knocked out of her when suddenly a cold voice called her name.

“Vegeta”.

She felt the chill of her father’s voice to her bones and the force behind it sent her to her knees. “Father”, she saluted him, but he didn’t speak another word. Instead an ominous voice cut through.

“So well behaved, Vegeta. The boy is such a morsel; I’m impressed he came from you”.

She looked up and was met with the piercing stare of the Icejin lord. The lizard was towering above her, too close for comfort. He started to circle her, keeping his gaze firmly planted on her face, as if he could see right through her and to her core and was reading himself to steal her very soul. And she was petrified, her body screamed at her to do something. Every muscle aching to be put to use and get away, but she couldn’t move.

“We are going to have so much fun my little prince”. Freeza spoke again, making her skin crawl and her stomach tighten in trepidation. “Come on boy, I’m going to make a man out of you”, he continued and turned his back on her starting towards the exit.

Fear overtook her and still frozen in place she searched for her father’s eyes.

“Father please do something, help me, don’t let him take me, please help me, do something, please, please, please!” she screamed at him, but no sound came out and her father too was turning his back on her, and she was moving, following in Freeza’s wake.

And before she knew it she was at his mother ship, and she could see Nappa at the docking bay with flaming eyes and her father far, far away standing stoically still in the palace’s terrace like a statue of kings past. And he wasn’t coming for her; there was no army ready to fight for her. And the hangar was opening and Freeza was talking.

“Say goodbye to your planet monkey prince”, he spat at her.

The hatch was closed; Vegetasei disappeared and in darkness only the red hatred filled eyes remained.

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Blackness, thick and overwhelming surrounded her. She was floating weightless, lost in an infinite void, and she was drowning, gasping for air that wouldn’t come.

Pressure oppressed her chest, dragging her down; she was falling then, somersaulting breathless to a frightening unknown.

All of the sudden and with a bang she was wriggling on the floor. Freeza’s unforgiving heel digging into her stomach; his face an even more terrible sight than usual positioned above her, eyes aflame and mouth set in a thin, grim line.

“You are no one, nothing!” he was snarling at her, drops of spit raining down on her face like little projectiles of acid hate.

“You dirty monkey are mine! I own you, and you WILL bend at my feet and worship me.”

“NO!” she yelled, lungs burning with the effort. “I am Vegeta…” she choked out, “ Prince of the Sayajins.”

“Prince of Nothing. You are worthless, scum, an insect”, Freeza growled, kicking her viciously for the defiance, “Cowering on the floor at my feet is where you belong”.

She coughed, tasting blood on her mouth, and her vision swam, Freeza’s face coming in and out of focus.

/I’m dying/, flashed through her mind, and she thinks it wouldn’t be so bad, but Freeza has already staked his claim on her, and not even Death dares go against him.

“Dirty Monkey. Monkey. Monkey”.

“Insect”.

“Worthless. Worthless. Worthless”.

“Scum”.

“You’re nothing. Nothing. Nothing”.

“On the floor, where you belong.”

“ On the floor. The floor. The floor”.

“Where you belong”.

“At my feet, my feet, my feet.”

Freeza’s words kept playing in a loop. Darkness enveloped her again but they still flashed big and bright, circling her, chocking her, consuming her.

“NOOO”, she screamed at them, fighting a losing battle as they tried to swallow her whole. “I’m Prince Vegeta. I’m Prince Vegeta. I AM PRINCE VEGETA!!!”


- -End of flashback to telepathic dream sequence- -

Bulma sighed heavily. Reliving the upsetting dream had been worse than she thought it would be. And now she knew she had no other option but to apologize, if for nothing else, just to stop feeling like such a heartless bitch.

Peeling herself off the cot, she was a woman with a mission as she strutted decidedly out of the room in search of Vegeta.

She found him easily enough, pacing the storage room like a caged beast. The skin of his back was glistening with perspiration and if possible, his hair was standing more on end than usual, as if it had been upset time and time again by the furious course of a hand through it.

Suddenly her determination evaporated into thin air and Bulma was at a loss of words. She took a step towards him but paused when she saw him tense and square his shoulders, not entirely sure if approaching him then was a good idea. Sure, her conscience was bitching at her, but it wouldn’t be the first time if she ignored it. Then again it would be utterly cowardly of her to turn around and leave. So pretty much she had no other choice but to get it over with.

/OH screw it! / She mentally yelled at herself. / Just get it done, -“I’m sorry”- it’s not that difficult/.

“I’m sorry”, she mumbled to his back, the words leaving a sour taste in her mouth even if she meant them.

He merely turned his head a faction of an inch towards her and remained silent.

/ Bastard! He could’ve said something, shrug at least, I don’t know; for fuck’s sake it’s not like I’m asking him to cry on my shoulder and have a heart to heart talk while we braid each other’s hair / She fumed in her head, but caught herself in time before her temper got out of hand. Taking a deep breath and swallowing her pride, she tried again.

“Look, I’m sorry ok? I said it twice. Can we cut through the silent treatment and the ignoring each other? It’d be kinda hard being as we’ll be stuck in this little ship for some time, and I’ll rather focus my energy in more useful things.”

This time he acknowledged her words and turned slowly to face her, taking his time before formulating any kind of answer and studying her face closely for any signs of deceit.

“What was that?” he asked condescendingly just in case.

“Come on you Jerk, I’m trying to apologize here”, she finally snapped.

“I don’t need your stupid apologizes wench!” he spat.

“Well that’s too bad, ‘cause you just got one. I’m sorry and that’s it, period. So suck it up!” Bulma screeched and huffed out of the room, leaving a perplex Vegeta behind.

“Crazy bitch”, he muttered under his breath.

He wasn’t used to receiving heartfelt apologies and he didn’t know how to act accordingly to it. So when placed in what he believed to be a vulnerable position he restored to be an asshole by default. It didn’t help either that he had worked himself into quite the state. That wretched nightmare and the knowledge that the woman had shared it, plus her ill choice of words while verbally sparing with him, had him itching to blast something.

He had a mind of going after that annoying bot of hers, but thought better of it considering he was confined in a spaceship, and settled for working the frustration out as best as he could in the widest room he found. Bulma had managed to catch him just as he was winding down and all his workout’s fruits had flown out the window.

“Damn this woman and this fucking psychic thing”, he cursed with a grimace, refusing to say the word “bond”.

He hadn’t had time to sulk properly nor to get back to his training when a fully clothed Bulma breezed into the room and threw a capsule at him. He was sure her intention had been to aim for his forehead seeing as she looked kind of disappointed when she saw him catching it, so he regarded her with a smirk and a lift of his right eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

When five minutes went by and she was still staring back at him, seemingly unblinking, he rolled his eyes and conceded her the childish pull for power. “What is this?” he asked humoring her.

“I know you deliver some sort of twisted pleasure about parading around half naked, but I thought you would like to have some clothes for a change”, she said with a smile, still relinquishing in being the winner even if it was a stupid staring match.

“Are you sure you are not the one getting the twisted pleasure out of it? It seemed like just a moment ago you wouldn’t stop staring”, he told her with a half smile, proud of having turned the tables on her.

“Ooh fuck you!”.

“In your dreams woman”.

“Ughh, more like in my nightmares”.

“Believe me… Bulma, it’d be a dream you wouldn’t want to wake up from”, he smarmmed, his voice adopting a particular husky tone when he said her name.

Years of schooling her emotions were the only reason her face didn’t turn into a tomato at the sound of her name on his lips, and even then she could do nothing to avoid the slight red tint that flushed her cheekbones.

“Boy, do you have a big ego”, she tried to downplay it, but her voice didn’t come out quite right, raising a few octaves above her normal pitch.

“And that’s not the only big thing”.

That was the final straw, “ You’re unbelievable!” she shrieked raising her arms in the air in a gesture of surrender, and turning around to prevent him form seeing her embarrassment; not only at his words, but at having walked right into that one too.

Amused at her theatrics, Vegeta laughed out loud on his way out of the room, and couldn’t help taking one last jab at her. “You know what they say… seeing is believing”, he drawled just as he was passing her, dropping a wink for good measure.

Bulma’s chocked gasp and sub sequential sputtering kept him company as he laughed all his way to the showers.
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Princess Chi-Chi Ox watched with a sinking stomach the chaos unfolding around her. Never had she imagined that a simple mishap at planning things could lead her to the situation she was currently experiencing. She should’ve known better; in the times they were living there was no room for mistakes, not even the tinniest one.

Her planet, Naira, had been a safe heaven for war refugees during the Outer Edge Wars, when Freeza rose from the Cold Empire’s blossom and decided he wanted the whole universe to be his playground. Setting into conquering if not annihilating entire civilizations, he stretched his paws, and greedily clutched everything with an iron fist. Her father had been one of the first to have his planet obliterated by the warlord; barely managing to escape with only a fistful of his people, and coming across a tiny and inhabited planet, he stepped into power and installed a monarchy, naming the new world after his deceased mate and forming the first resistance camp, that latter on turned out to be a huge getaway as it became painfully obvious that Freeza wasn’t loosing any power nor backing out.

During years destroying Naira was top on Freeza’ s to-do list. Who literally turned the cosmos upside down looking for it. Hospice as home to ones of the most brilliant minds in the universe, Naira was surrounded by a makeshift asteroid belt to keep it safe and hidden. Life progressed well; surprisingly enough connivance was easy, even when there were at least a hundred different races cohabiting. The years of peace and prosperity served to placate her people a little. But the fear of him finding them one day was firmly etched onto everybody’s hearts. And now, with a massive landing of pods, she knew that it looked like their worst nightmare was coming true.

Her subjects weren’t fighters in their majority. But out of desperation surged bravery, and they were ready to die defending their world. It was a dangerous situation, for the newcomers were the sayajins, and power levels were already rising and battle stances being taken. Even after having been thrown to space leaderless, wounded and maimed, they were a force to reckon with. More so because of those reasons. Nerves had been frayed, tempers short fused and supervivence instinct had taken over. Definitely a mighty force. A force that was entitled to fight alongside them, not against.

Despite her fervent wishes to prevent it from happening and her repeatedly efforts to seize control over the situation, blood had begun to been shed and she was frozen to place. Snapping out of it she sprinted towards the palace. There was only one person who could put and end to it: her father.

Her heart constricted in her chest as she ran to his quarters, for he had been gravely ill and complete bed rest was the only thing keeping him with them. She knew that if he were to step in and fix things it would be his last doing. She reached his side breathless and with burning eyes fell to her knees at his feet. He was strapping the last piece of the royal armor. A war token that had been his great grandfather’s. Somehow he knew. He knew it was his time.

Chi-Chi watched him in utter silence, the burning in her eyes doubling as tears fought harder to come, but she was raised to be a warrior and warriors didn’t cry. She was not going to dishonor him by doing so. There were millions of things she wanted to tell him, but as words failed to encompass them, she remained mute and in complete silence everything was said.

In all his glory the Ox king placed one big hand over his daughter’s head for a moment and walked regally through the doors to meet his fate.

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The landing was rough to say the least, had they been a frailer race or the pods not so well crafted, their looses would’ve been huge. As it was they were shaken but that was all. One thousand two hundred and nine pods carrying six sayajins each made it to the planet from the more than over five thousands that had been launched. More than a half had been blasted by Freeza himself, and the rest were missing.

The pods had had a recorded message explaining what was happening and detailing what’d come next, nevertheless that had not prepared them for the not so warm welcome party that received them. They were tired and even with the healing effects of the stasis state they had been put into while traveling, a great deal of them was in dire need of medical attention, but they weren’t known throughout the entire universe for nothing, and their blood raced at the prospect of a fight. A fight that they were denied early. So when the first signs of hostility began it wasn’t long before they dismissed the instructions given.

When Raditz and Kakarot arrived they were greeted by and eerie calm. Sayajins and what they deducted were Nairajins were frozen in some kind of stalemate, and a regal looking man was making his way to the center of the commotion.

Kakarot’s nose twitched as the scent of blood and sweat reached it. It didn’t make sense. /Was there a fight? Why? Are we in the right planet? What is happening? Who is that man? /, Those and other questions went through his mind in record time and all at once. He glanced at Raditz who was watching things unfold with haw like intensity. His good eye firmly trained ahead of them. And if his reading of his expression was right, something else wasn’t. He tensed in response and focused on the alien man.

While his brother was preoccupied reading whom he assumed was the king. Raditz was following Napa’s movement at the sidelines. / Stupid motherfucker! /, He cursed mentally when he saw him attack the Nairan king. The unsuspecting monarch had had no time to react at all. A moment he was standing proudly and ready to address them and his people, and the next he was falling. A gapping wound on his chest.