Dark Blue Child

A/N: Here's Chapter 2 I hope you all enjoy it. I worked real hard on this chapter. It was hard to decide what to make of it.

Freedom, No Freedom.

“Listen brat! You will go with Lord Freeza. I know you just got back but I won’t degrade myself to begging. You will go and that is final!” The King’s voice boomed throughout the throne room. The deadly voice was feared among his people, but his son, Prince Vegeta, was very accustomed to it. “ So now he is our “Lord”?” The Prince emphasized. “We aren't mindless twits. I won’t lower myself enough. I’ve done it for the past 10 years and I won’t do it again!” The 16-year-old Prince yelled. He received a hard punch to his face, drawing out blood from the corner of his mouth. He quickly got up from the floor, angry with himself because he let his guard down.

“ Look you will do it, if you like it or not! I know I hate that bastard too! But if you want out race to live on, then this is what you will have to do!” King V. stated utterly. *I just returned barely a year ago and now he wants me to go back with the lizard freak! It was enough enduring it for since I was five! I didn’t even get enough space before the bastard wants me back! * Prince Vegeta thought, frustrated by all means.

“ You will have to go to the planet Chikyuu. One of the weakest plants in the universe. They have good resources that may be of use to Freeza. You will not go alone. The third class soldiers Radditz, Bardock will accompany you.” The king stated gruffly. “And why not Nappa?” The Prince said agitated. “Fine, bring him too.” Prince Vegeta nodded and walked out, thinking what the journey would lead to next.

One Week Later
Carrying nothing but his being, he climbed onto Freeza’s ship, the 2 other Saiyans following closely behind. One week to get there. One entire week. He knew they could get there faster, but to Freeza’s own amusement, he wanted to take his time. The Prince inwardly gagged at the thought. *I could be training! * The ship’s entrance closed, and they moved off into space.

One week later
*On Chikyuu*

“Blue?” My sister called out as she waved a hand in my face. I snapped away from my thoughts and turned to look at her. Has it really been 2 yeaTwo Two years since I’ve left home...* I looked down at the grassy ground under my feet. Soft and comforting. Something I didn’t have in my home and yet, this forest can provide for me. I left my home and now I’m ‘missing’ throughout the world. Wanted signs and rewards are posted everywhere, with my picture on it, along with my sisters’. I feel tears stinging my eyes as I think about what my mother had gone through and that it was also my fault when she left. I remembered when I had gone through at home for one year after that ‘thing‘ that happened. I became a slave in my own home. When companies or friends of my father’s came over, my father would tell me to wear presentable clothes. Because the ones he made me wear were ‘disgusting’. Of course that was what I was to him. Disgusting.

A disgusting wench who only had the liberty to live in the same household as him was because I knew how to work. Such as cleaning, cooking, and working on inventions while having my 1 hour break. An hour break that I could only have once a day before starting all over again. Yes, my past insomnia problems served me well. A life of a slave. And so was my sister. She was a ‘assistant’, as that man called it. I left after the incident that happened that I could never, ever, forget. It will stay in my memory bank, along with the one of my mothers’. But this time, no one died.............


*******Flash back*****

I was vacuuming yet again, the enormous rug in his bedroom. Saying that he could still see the redness of the ‘juice’ that been spilt on it. Of course that was what I hated about my ‘father’. He never acknowledged anything, purposely. For instance it was just yesterday that he tossed me on the floor and let my head injuries color his rug. It was yesterday that he kicked me on the side of my face and let blood slide down. It was yesterday that he abused me. It was yesterday that he was drunk. It was yesterday that he let those things happen all over again. Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. All the things that happened yesterday, happen today, and will tomorrow. Just like every other day. It’s all the same. I think I should write a song.

I finish vacuuming and look down at the rug. I nicknamed it Blood Red, because it’s not only stained with mom’s blood, but with her children. Of course, we weren’t mother’s first children either, but that’s another story.

I nicknamed the carpet, the front and back door, the windowsills, the kitchen utensils, and the very sheets of the bedroom, which my father had repeatedly rolled in with other females. I shudder as the slightly stained rug looks...no longer stained. What the hell is uth hth him? I mean if the color of the rug and the blood are the same, then what’s the difference? I stop and unplug the vacuum cleaner. I think of running out the window and jumping off. But I know the security alarms set in from the windowsills will shock me. I tried it before. I didn’t know they were invisible. My skin needed to be put under a healing scan, one of MY inventions, that my father now makes profit of.

I walk out into the hall. “Lace?” I whisper loudly, trying not to get a beating for speaking when not told to, which I always do. Down the hall I hear strange pounding and unusual splashing sounds. I walk down slowly, letting my hands roam over the walls and doors of the hallway. I remember walking down the same halls exactly one year ago. Today’s mother's anniversary. Sadistic laughter reached ars,ars, and painful memories slash my mind like knives stabbing a helpless housewife. Stabbing my mother.

I turn a corner, following the noise, ignoring the pain of migraine that I was not supposed to have until 40. I then start to run, feeling that the hallway is too long. But it is actually I, slowing time. I open the bathroom door and stiffen as I hear gurgles coming from where my father was kneeling from the side of the tub. My father murmuring the words ’die’. I walk closer and see a small hand reaching out, calling for help to the ceiling above. Lace..

I push my father aside with all my might and quickly I see that the water is no water. But a new concoction of blood and water. Pink. Mom’s favorite.

I push my father aside with all my might. And he falls onto the wet cold floor, wet because of my sister's splashing. He is shocked but regains composure and tries to get a hold of me. He slips. Stupid fool.

I pull my sister out and quickly run out the room. I guess I’ll have to nickname the tub too. She is now coughing and wailing, her lungs crying for air. I hear my father scream ang at at me, with all the names and insults he could think of. I turn sharply, needing to get to my room as quick as possible. Behind me, a thud could be heard, I guess my father slipped. That buys me time. I turn the knob of my room, get inside and quickly lock the door. I get my small book bag located on the side and grabbed a heavy blanket from my bed. The book bag, my plan salvation. The day of escape has finally arrived. I wrap my sister in the blanket, and hear her muffled cries. The window was open; fate is finally kind today. I run through, and I cry painfully as the electricity shocks my skin. Fate is never kind. The smell of my burning flesh reaches my nose. In mid air my father appears in my room, and is shocked to see that I have surpassed his pathetic conduct of security. I land on my feet, and run. *Running again child? * Asks the voice in my head. * You’ll never change if you just run away. Hide and hide well. And don’t look back. For running is where you will find yourself in a better future. *

************END OF FLASH BACK*********
Hearing a slight rumbling sound I look around, for a target to kill or slaughter. But there is nothing of such. A small wind picks up and the flowers in my hair float off. The eerie silence was almost...evil.

Vegeta’s POV

“Lord Freeza demands that you all split into groups.” Says one of Freeza’s henchmen. Oh wait I remembered now. That’s that loser Zarbon. Freeza’s pet. I inwardly cringed at the thought. I thought ten years was bad. But living with him his whole life? The bastard must enjoy it. He then splits us into groups. I retort by saying I am no one’s slave. I quickly punch his face as he defies me by saying that I once was. Zarbon stumbles back and falls on his ass. I cross my arms and look at him pitifully. He’s become soft. He comes to charge by me, but is quickly held back by an ugly, gay colored asshole. Oh wait, that’s Ginyu. I send a pile a spit at Zarbon’s lack of fashion. I laugh as I remembered roaming the halls once when I was younger, and caught him wearing frilly clothing. An associate of mine, from Chikyuu took something-called ‘photographs’. Blackmail is always best.

I of course, I'm paired up with the other Saiyans sent on the mission. Nappa (my personal guard) Bardock (Head of the science division and General) Radditz (soldier and guard.) We split from the landing space of the deserted area and fly off into our assigned directions. Each to bring back something valuable for Freeza. If it were not of any sort valuable, then we are to keep it for ourselves. The 3 cargo ships follow us behind, for no duh, cargo.

**************************Blue and Lace’s stay*********


So now I am here in a forest. Far away from civilization and home. It is where I arrived before my capsule car ran out of gas, which my small book bag did not supply. Now I hunt, I use my survival, and unemployed slave skills. Is fate still kind? Maybe it is.

Lace stares up at me curiously. Such an innocent thing, and yet, not traumatized because of her past ‘life’. I was once like that, but father took that all away. I look down at my clothes. And since I packed clothes only for me, yeah selfish I know. I had to spare my clothing and make clothing for my younger sister. I am now officially a designer. Sowing, stitching, knitting my own clothing. Would have been nice to compete against father. She looks beautiful in the cool, summer dress; breeze blows and waves her lengthy blonde hair. My clothes, now consisting of a green shirt and shorts, camouflage style. I mentally slap myself. Before my memories interrupted me yet again, I was supposed to go hunting for supper. Shaking off the feeling that I had earlier I look up.

I see the beautiful purples, blues and pinks of the sky, something that resembled the life everyone thought I had. And what I wished for. La Lace tugs at my leg, trying to get my attention. I laugh when I remembered that once she told me that she would have to literally pay me if I didn’t give her my attention. Such a smart and anti-ignorant girl. She asks me if she could go hunting with me. I answer and she happily giggles, making her all the more innocent. She climbed onto my back, and I led led at her, telling her to be careful of the bow and arrows draped on my shoulder. She purposely kicks the sword that was ranged on the side of my leg, supported by a leather strap. I look at her menacingly as I jump high up, and I inwardly smirk as I hear her shriek. Lesson learned.
Still in the air from the high jump, I look down at the vast forest. This was something I learned, nothing defying gravity, but nothing associating with it either. Tampering with it is my hobby. Maybe I’ll try flying one day. I smirk and land swiftly on the branch of a tree and look down for signs of prey that I would be eating close to a fire. I hear Lace quietly point out the prey and I quietly take out my sword, and she, ow aow and arrow. I land down and the wolf turns quickly. Licking my lips, I strike down the wolf with a quick low kick. It whimpers and dies, all too quickly for my taste.

“I didn’t even use the arrows!” Complained Lace. “I didn’t use my sword.” I retort. She pouts and I roll my eyes. I carry the wolf under my arm before jumping on the braches time to time and landing on the ground of which we dwell. I had not the time to grab a house capsule that day. I lay down our meal and gather wood for the fire. Lace as usual pokes at the animal behind my back, thinking I’m not seeing her tamper with the eyes of the dead creature. I chuckle. She thinks she’s so clever. I have enough wood and turn around to see the eyes of the animal on the flat ground. The no longer observing Lace looked disgusted. I laugh again and start to dissect the animal, while she tells me what part she wants to eat.

After dinner and when all that we could eat from the wolf was gone, I started to skin the animal. I may start to make a fur coat. The sun has set, and Lace is quiet. I turn around from skinning and see her gone. I become worried. Foolish girl. The strange wind picks up again, and this time flowers fall from a tree and float down on my head. Ik upk up at the tree menacingly. I’d grown accustomed to the darkness and my eyes see nothing. I then sniff the air, trying to pick up the scent of my sister. Yes, I guess you can say I'm strange. I pick up her scent, a mile off. How’d she get that far? I start running and it starts to rain. I pick up speed once I see small footprints imbedded in the now wet grass. I smell the air again and this time her scent is of fear.

I arrive now to the area. I’ve been in this area once; it was the most dangerous part of the forest. She knows not to go here alone, and yet she does it anyway. Now I know she's ignorant. I look around and spot her crying up in a tree. I angrily go to charge at her with my verbal assaults. Instinctively I feel something coming for me and I dodge to the right. A beam of red light misses me and a small scratch is made by the side of my cheek. I fall into the mud. The stupid rain, helping me get rid of it off my glowikin.kin. I quickly get up to see a pink, fat, ugly, spikey (I could go on)....... thing. It is not of this forest. I take out my sword, which is now fascinatingly glowing with blue energy. The ugly creature looks at me and smiles crookedly. A disgusting thing it is. I go up the branch of the tree and pull my sister down. She was too vulnerable up there. Then out of nowhere 4 more figures emerge from the darkness. All to familiar with the scene from past encounters with people who have heard about the bounty on my head, I am not afraid. Nor intimidated. Not caring if they are aliens or not, I will not lose my freedom.

I narrow my eyes. All of them had weird skin colorings. One disappears and reappears behind me. I grab Lace before the orange creature grabs her. I jump back and land behind all of them and take them by surprise. One charges after me, his black nails slicing the side of my arm. I grit my teeth, still not leaving Lace out of my sight. The short i-eyi-eyed one charges for me, but I hold out my sword and it goes straight through his stomach. “This sword is of wisdom and strength stupid ass. It’s not plastic.” Then I retrieve my sword only to fling it back, hitting the purple, vein popping one with the heavy metal. He yells in pain, and the orange one snatches me up.

I push him down with all my strength and he falls down in the mud, I, on top. “So you get all the fun, huh Jeice?” Says the bulky purple one. The one ‘Jeice’ under me attemps to wrap and tighten his grip around my waist. I spit and elbow his face. He growls, grabs my arm and pulls me to him. He gives me a rough kiss and I start to struggle away from his grasp. “Such an exotic thing.” Jeice says as he is now over me. I send him a glare, but he smirks. I think I’m making myself look cuter in this mud. An idea comes to mind and I seductively smile. He catches this and grins as he lowers himself to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck. He starts to kiss me. * Eww. Gross Bulma. But At least he doesn’t have bad breath.* I scold my self. Hearing the snickering from behind us and feeling Jeice loosen up, I bend my knee and push it hard upwards, hitting his groin, where the armor failed to protect. He gasps in pain and falls over me. I toss him to the side.

Another comes again to charge at me but I am much too quick and he stumbles and falls over the ‘bad kisser’.

The other taller purple creature takes my sister and holds her up by her foot. “Put my daughter down!” I scream. They immediately put her down and look at me, stunned. Maybe ‘cause it looks like I’m way too young. Now I'm rhyming. I roll my eyes, dash up, pick up my sister, and toss her over my back. I jump high and start to jump from tree to tree again. This time there are no rustling sounds.

But one creature appears before me that I have not seen before. This one was with handsome features and light green skin. He looks at me up and down, making me feel dirty, besides the mud and blood swallowing my skin. He attempts to grab me and pull me to him. “What’s up with all the grabbing, pulling, charging and dirty looks!?” I scream angrily at his face and dodge him. He disappears for the moment. “And all those magic acts you jackass!“ I am now frustrated by all means.

Out of nowhere, he now stands before me. I see that from where I am standing on the branch, he is floa. I . I have failed to notice it before. My awareness is getting weak. He smirks and chops the side of my neck. I feel Lace being taken from my grasp. I hear her cries out and a slap connecting to what seemed to be her cheek. I growl, but I now start to feel the pain on the side of my neck.


Thunder and lightning appear. Great, the next thing you’d expect would be dramatic pauses with music to go along. The rain feels more like acid as it starts to sting my skin and wounds. My balance starts go and I hear the branch under me give way, along with thunder that sounded like a surround-sound stereo system. No... this was real. I hear chuckles and slowly everything starts to become a blur.............

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Well...... That's Chapter 2. Please review and tell me what you think. I used the story in mostly first person. Hope it turned out well. Thanks for the advice Crypt Child.

*Blue*Saiyan*Chick