Spark of Blue
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Dragon Ball Z › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,458
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
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 1
The market was overcrowded; you could see hundreds of both third and second class sayajins and slaves hurrying to do the daily chores, going frantically from stall to stall. The place was dirty and dusty, it gave you a sense of claustrophobic and if you weren’t used to it’s timing you could find yourself being steered away by the crowd. But it was the kind of place where you went when in need of something you couldn’t purchase anywhere else. And it was precisely in this quaint location that we found the all mighty prince of the sayajins strolling side by side with his royal guard Kakarot, no need to say he wasn’t pleased with the situation.
Vegeta kept on pushing people out of his way, annoyed that the insignificant bastards dared to stand in his path, and even more when someone failed to recognize him and attempted to “put him in his place”. He cut those cases short by simply sending a hard glare their way and flaring his ki a little, the “brave” warriors would ran for their lives with their tails between their feet.
/Damn old man banning me from blasting these suckers to the next dimension/ he mussed to himself.
Meanwhile, his companion was walking with a cheesy grin on his face and an exited aura around him, looking at everything with a childlike curiosity. /And stupid Kakarot always looking so carefree/ he let out a snarl at this thought. The sound must’ve attracted the other warrior’s attention because next thing he knew, he was being patted in the back and told: “ Come on Vegeta! chill, look at all this food and pretty things”
“Fuck Kakarot! Don’t touch me or I’ll rip your hand off!” he yelled.
“Sheesh sorry Vegeta I just wanted you to relax a bit” Kakarot replied with a hand behind his head, not quite understanding why his friend didn’t appreciated the variety of amazing things before his eyes.
“Moron! I don’t need to relax I just need to get those damn training outfits and get the hell out of here” Vegeta growled in a low dangerous tone, the whole ordeal was getting deeply on his nerves and Kakarot’s attitude wasn’t helping. “He could have send a servant to do this, I’m the fucking prince of all sayajins for fucks sake!”
Kakarot was used to the prince’s outbursts so he calmly said: “You know your father wanted you to do this for a reason, you need to do public appearances once in a while”
“I could care less about this whole public appearance shit, just shut up and hurry so we can get over it!”. With that said Vegeta increased his pace and got lost ahead in the sea of people. /I must remember to curse the old man for brainwashing my personal guard with those silly notions/ he thought irritated.
Finally they reached the stand they were looking for; a short purple alien was piling some packages on one side of the counter using all of his six hands at the same time. Once Vegeta made his presence be known, the little alien hurried to do an exaggerated bow, his almost non-existent nose barely touching the counter in front of him.
“My prince, to what do I own the pleasure of your mighty presence in my humble stall?” he asked in a quaky voice.
“Cut the ass liking servant, and handle me the training outfits your king required of you at once” Vegeta ordered in a menacing tone, not in the mood to play diplomacy.
The merchant made a strangled sound of surprise before diving under the counter to get what the prince asked from him, sweat was pouring in rivulets from the bald alien’s head as he strained to hold all the heavy armored sets in his hands at the same time. With a great effort he managed to set them before the prince.
“There you go your highness, the best quality one could hope for,” the seller said in a rush.
Vegeta simply humphed and crossed his arms over his chest.
With a nod of the head he pointed to Kakarot to pick up the merchandise, but was obliged to step in when he saw the former trying to fit everything in his arms and fail miserably. Letting out and exasperated sight he gave him a capsule and told him to put the things inside, and was shocked when Kakarot started rolling it looking for a way to open it. This time with a growl Vegeta snatched the capsule from Kakarot’s hands and started tossing the training outfits inside it himself. /I swear he does it on purpose, the dimwit/ he thought. Once he got everything inside he capsulated it again, tossed it to Kakarot and angrily turned around, knocking right into a cloaked figure.
Fed up with life, he was ready to blast the person scattered at his feet, when something in the blue eyes of the figure stroked him as familiar, halting his hand’s movement in the act. Seeing his prince hesitation Kakarot was quick to help the person stand up, not wanting to give explanations to the king as to why the prince killed someone in the middle of the market. Vegeta followed everything with his eyes still confused about his actions and took in the womanly curves of his should’ve been victim.
“Stupid Bitch!” he screamed angry with himself for even giving a second glance to that lowly, clumsy slave, and with that he flew away.
With no desire to be abandoned Kakarot muttered a halfhearted apologize and took off to the air after his prince, leaving a sputtering woman behind.
.
.
Bulma had woken up early in the morning despite the fact that she was extremely tired when she went to bed; her body was used to short periods of sleep. I took her a while to adjust to her surroundings, accustomed to wake up in the cockpit of the ship. Relinquishing in being in a bed she stretched like a cat, and after a little while of lazing around she got up and headed to the bathroom where she took a quick shower, once done she dried herself rising her ki a little bit and put her long aqua blue hair in a messy bun, leaving a few spiky strands to fall on her face.
She stepped out the bathroom stark naked and reached for her belt under the pillow, she rummaged looking for her clothes’ capsule and let out a colorful string of curses when she found it missing. /Just my luck to leave the blasted capsule inside the cursed ship/ she thought. Albeit reluctant she dressed in her old clothes again. /Maybe Adrian knows where I could find some clothes, I bet he’s asleep but oh well, he should be willing to help out a friend in need/ with that in mind she threw over her cloak and headed to where she could feel Adrian’s ki.
Not bothering to knock she opened the door to his room and walked in, startling the poor man who until then was lying sprawled over someone and snoring softly. Bulma thought she recognized the woman from before /isn’t that the woman from the bar? What was her name…Maya? / She chuckled inwardly /lucky bastard/
Adrian was getting out of bed softly, trying hard not to wake the sleeping woman beside him. With a frantic movement of his hand, he motioned Bulma out of the room. She complied and in a matter of two minutes was face to face with the exasperated man, who portrayed a questioning expression.
She gave him puppy dog eyes. “Sooo sorry Adrian, but I need you,” she said in her sweetest tone.
He let out a sight, knowing her well and not buying her “repented” attitude but asking what she needed nevertheless. She explained him the whole missing clothes ordeal and waited for him to give her the solution.
“What kind of clothes do you need? The every day ones or the training and stuff ones you like so much?” he asked a bit sleepy.
“I need training clothes, like the ones you got from me last year, I got lots of the others in my room in the palace” she answered.
“Oh yes I remember” He paused a second trying to recall the place where he got the clothes. “I bought them at old Byky’s stall in the market that’s like four or five blocks from here going south, you’ll catch the scent, and the stand is easy to recognize, is the one with the little purple alien with six hands and a shiny bald head” he said.
“Thank you! You’re a life saver” she said in a joyful tone.
“Always Blue” he replied with a wink and a pat to her head.
“Well I’ll see you again someday Adrian, remember what I asked you yesterday and keep your eyes and ears open” Bulma said in a whisper while she hugged him.
“Ok girl no problem” He said hugging her back.
He watched as she left and then went back to his bed, waking his bedmate, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.
.
.
Adrian was right she caught the market’s scent easily. When she arrived Bulma was displeased to see hundreds of people running around like ants, she wasn’t a crowd lover. It took her a while but eventually she found the purple alien she was told to look for.
She was almost to the stand when some jerk that was previously buying something there turned around abruptly and knocked her to the floor.
/That asshole is like a freaking brick wall! / She thought stunned.
Bulma felt eyes boring into her and raised her head to meet the man’s hard stare, she took in his demeanor and tensed ready to deflect any attack she sensed was coming, but none did, he halted with his hand in the air poising to strike and just kept on staring at her. Another man with spiky hair standing in all directions stepped in breaking the staring match, and hauled her to her feet. Suddenly the first man, who she now knew was the prince screamed “Stupid Bitch!” and took off to the air, the guy that had helped her to stand muttered a halfhearted apologize and took off too.
When the shock was over, rage overtook her.
“Damn asshole, knocking me over and having the nerve to call me stupid, the little prick” she yelled earning herself an amazed stare from the purple merchant. /He sure was more appealing unconscious/ she thought.
The encounter with the prince almost made her forget about her purpose there. Getting herself together and with the knowledge that she would make him pay later, she turned her attention to the salesman. After getting what she needed, she placed the capsule carefully in her belt, and headed to the palace with a wicked smirk plastered on her face. /He should know that there is no worst thing than a woman scorn/
Author’s note:
I know in the prologue I said this chapter was going to reveal more things, and it just seems to add more questions, but as I was writing it, this seemed to be a good place to leave it for now. So I promise to get the next chapter out soon. Thanks for reading.
Tammy.
“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 1
The market was overcrowded; you could see hundreds of both third and second class sayajins and slaves hurrying to do the daily chores, going frantically from stall to stall. The place was dirty and dusty, it gave you a sense of claustrophobic and if you weren’t used to it’s timing you could find yourself being steered away by the crowd. But it was the kind of place where you went when in need of something you couldn’t purchase anywhere else. And it was precisely in this quaint location that we found the all mighty prince of the sayajins strolling side by side with his royal guard Kakarot, no need to say he wasn’t pleased with the situation.
Vegeta kept on pushing people out of his way, annoyed that the insignificant bastards dared to stand in his path, and even more when someone failed to recognize him and attempted to “put him in his place”. He cut those cases short by simply sending a hard glare their way and flaring his ki a little, the “brave” warriors would ran for their lives with their tails between their feet.
/Damn old man banning me from blasting these suckers to the next dimension/ he mussed to himself.
Meanwhile, his companion was walking with a cheesy grin on his face and an exited aura around him, looking at everything with a childlike curiosity. /And stupid Kakarot always looking so carefree/ he let out a snarl at this thought. The sound must’ve attracted the other warrior’s attention because next thing he knew, he was being patted in the back and told: “ Come on Vegeta! chill, look at all this food and pretty things”
“Fuck Kakarot! Don’t touch me or I’ll rip your hand off!” he yelled.
“Sheesh sorry Vegeta I just wanted you to relax a bit” Kakarot replied with a hand behind his head, not quite understanding why his friend didn’t appreciated the variety of amazing things before his eyes.
“Moron! I don’t need to relax I just need to get those damn training outfits and get the hell out of here” Vegeta growled in a low dangerous tone, the whole ordeal was getting deeply on his nerves and Kakarot’s attitude wasn’t helping. “He could have send a servant to do this, I’m the fucking prince of all sayajins for fucks sake!”
Kakarot was used to the prince’s outbursts so he calmly said: “You know your father wanted you to do this for a reason, you need to do public appearances once in a while”
“I could care less about this whole public appearance shit, just shut up and hurry so we can get over it!”. With that said Vegeta increased his pace and got lost ahead in the sea of people. /I must remember to curse the old man for brainwashing my personal guard with those silly notions/ he thought irritated.
Finally they reached the stand they were looking for; a short purple alien was piling some packages on one side of the counter using all of his six hands at the same time. Once Vegeta made his presence be known, the little alien hurried to do an exaggerated bow, his almost non-existent nose barely touching the counter in front of him.
“My prince, to what do I own the pleasure of your mighty presence in my humble stall?” he asked in a quaky voice.
“Cut the ass liking servant, and handle me the training outfits your king required of you at once” Vegeta ordered in a menacing tone, not in the mood to play diplomacy.
The merchant made a strangled sound of surprise before diving under the counter to get what the prince asked from him, sweat was pouring in rivulets from the bald alien’s head as he strained to hold all the heavy armored sets in his hands at the same time. With a great effort he managed to set them before the prince.
“There you go your highness, the best quality one could hope for,” the seller said in a rush.
Vegeta simply humphed and crossed his arms over his chest.
With a nod of the head he pointed to Kakarot to pick up the merchandise, but was obliged to step in when he saw the former trying to fit everything in his arms and fail miserably. Letting out and exasperated sight he gave him a capsule and told him to put the things inside, and was shocked when Kakarot started rolling it looking for a way to open it. This time with a growl Vegeta snatched the capsule from Kakarot’s hands and started tossing the training outfits inside it himself. /I swear he does it on purpose, the dimwit/ he thought. Once he got everything inside he capsulated it again, tossed it to Kakarot and angrily turned around, knocking right into a cloaked figure.
Fed up with life, he was ready to blast the person scattered at his feet, when something in the blue eyes of the figure stroked him as familiar, halting his hand’s movement in the act. Seeing his prince hesitation Kakarot was quick to help the person stand up, not wanting to give explanations to the king as to why the prince killed someone in the middle of the market. Vegeta followed everything with his eyes still confused about his actions and took in the womanly curves of his should’ve been victim.
“Stupid Bitch!” he screamed angry with himself for even giving a second glance to that lowly, clumsy slave, and with that he flew away.
With no desire to be abandoned Kakarot muttered a halfhearted apologize and took off to the air after his prince, leaving a sputtering woman behind.
.
.
Bulma had woken up early in the morning despite the fact that she was extremely tired when she went to bed; her body was used to short periods of sleep. I took her a while to adjust to her surroundings, accustomed to wake up in the cockpit of the ship. Relinquishing in being in a bed she stretched like a cat, and after a little while of lazing around she got up and headed to the bathroom where she took a quick shower, once done she dried herself rising her ki a little bit and put her long aqua blue hair in a messy bun, leaving a few spiky strands to fall on her face.
She stepped out the bathroom stark naked and reached for her belt under the pillow, she rummaged looking for her clothes’ capsule and let out a colorful string of curses when she found it missing. /Just my luck to leave the blasted capsule inside the cursed ship/ she thought. Albeit reluctant she dressed in her old clothes again. /Maybe Adrian knows where I could find some clothes, I bet he’s asleep but oh well, he should be willing to help out a friend in need/ with that in mind she threw over her cloak and headed to where she could feel Adrian’s ki.
Not bothering to knock she opened the door to his room and walked in, startling the poor man who until then was lying sprawled over someone and snoring softly. Bulma thought she recognized the woman from before /isn’t that the woman from the bar? What was her name…Maya? / She chuckled inwardly /lucky bastard/
Adrian was getting out of bed softly, trying hard not to wake the sleeping woman beside him. With a frantic movement of his hand, he motioned Bulma out of the room. She complied and in a matter of two minutes was face to face with the exasperated man, who portrayed a questioning expression.
She gave him puppy dog eyes. “Sooo sorry Adrian, but I need you,” she said in her sweetest tone.
He let out a sight, knowing her well and not buying her “repented” attitude but asking what she needed nevertheless. She explained him the whole missing clothes ordeal and waited for him to give her the solution.
“What kind of clothes do you need? The every day ones or the training and stuff ones you like so much?” he asked a bit sleepy.
“I need training clothes, like the ones you got from me last year, I got lots of the others in my room in the palace” she answered.
“Oh yes I remember” He paused a second trying to recall the place where he got the clothes. “I bought them at old Byky’s stall in the market that’s like four or five blocks from here going south, you’ll catch the scent, and the stand is easy to recognize, is the one with the little purple alien with six hands and a shiny bald head” he said.
“Thank you! You’re a life saver” she said in a joyful tone.
“Always Blue” he replied with a wink and a pat to her head.
“Well I’ll see you again someday Adrian, remember what I asked you yesterday and keep your eyes and ears open” Bulma said in a whisper while she hugged him.
“Ok girl no problem” He said hugging her back.
He watched as she left and then went back to his bed, waking his bedmate, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.
.
.
Adrian was right she caught the market’s scent easily. When she arrived Bulma was displeased to see hundreds of people running around like ants, she wasn’t a crowd lover. It took her a while but eventually she found the purple alien she was told to look for.
She was almost to the stand when some jerk that was previously buying something there turned around abruptly and knocked her to the floor.
/That asshole is like a freaking brick wall! / She thought stunned.
Bulma felt eyes boring into her and raised her head to meet the man’s hard stare, she took in his demeanor and tensed ready to deflect any attack she sensed was coming, but none did, he halted with his hand in the air poising to strike and just kept on staring at her. Another man with spiky hair standing in all directions stepped in breaking the staring match, and hauled her to her feet. Suddenly the first man, who she now knew was the prince screamed “Stupid Bitch!” and took off to the air, the guy that had helped her to stand muttered a halfhearted apologize and took off too.
When the shock was over, rage overtook her.
“Damn asshole, knocking me over and having the nerve to call me stupid, the little prick” she yelled earning herself an amazed stare from the purple merchant. /He sure was more appealing unconscious/ she thought.
The encounter with the prince almost made her forget about her purpose there. Getting herself together and with the knowledge that she would make him pay later, she turned her attention to the salesman. After getting what she needed, she placed the capsule carefully in her belt, and headed to the palace with a wicked smirk plastered on her face. /He should know that there is no worst thing than a woman scorn/
Author’s note:
I know in the prologue I said this chapter was going to reveal more things, and it just seems to add more questions, but as I was writing it, this seemed to be a good place to leave it for now. So I promise to get the next chapter out soon. Thanks for reading.
Tammy.