Spark of Blue

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 2

Rubrik was guarding the palace’s gates when a cloaked figure made her appearance startling the living lights out of him. He was ready to pounce and give the alarm signal but stopped once the figure revealed her face, immediately falling on one knee, right hand to his chest in a signal of respect.

“Commander Briefs” he managed to articulate.

“Stand up soldier, there’s no need for such formalities” Bulma said. Seeing the soldier’s hesitation at her seemly odd request she spoke again. “You are of no use to me kneeling on the floor, I want to see the king right now so lead me to the audience room and be quiet about it”

The soldier hurried to a standing position and opened the big doors, then tuned around and asked the once again cloaked Bulma to follow him. When they reached the audience room she ordered him to go fetch the king and not to tell anyone about her presence or he was going to earn one ticket straight to hell. She had to stifle a laugh when she saw Rubrik’s face drain of all color and his mad rush to the door. She made herself comfortable in a big armchair with her back to the door and waited for the king’s arrival. A smile crept to her face when she heard Vegeta Ou’s deep voice.

“Who the hell are you? And how dare you come in here uninvited?” he growled. Apparently Rubrik had been too scared about the prospect of being sent to hell, and in his hurry to do her bidding forgot to tell the king who was awaiting him.

“You are going senile old man if you couldn’t tell who I was the moment I stepped trough your palace’s doors” Bulma said in a playful tone at the same time she turned to face him.

“Blasted disrespectful brat, come here” the king ordered.

Bulma leaped from the chair and hugged him, lacing her tail around his waist, much the same way she used to do when she was younger. She was the daughter of the king’s head scientist and right hand man Dr. Briefs; when the good doctor and his wife died as side victims of an attempt to assassinate the king, Vegeta Ou took the promising teenager as his pupil, seeing that she had great potential outside the laboratory’s doors too. Bulma grow up to be an excellent fighter and an even more amazing scientist, fulfilling dangerous missions and inventing gadgets that positioned Vegetasei as the number one in the intergalactic technological market. Despite her unique coloring she managed to get along under the radar, not being a fan of the attraction being famous carried, until last year when all of Vegetasei’s inhabitants got the shock of their lives realizing that the rumors about commander Briefs being a woman were true, and putting together the face attributed to the beautiful and deadly renegade “Blue” with her formal title.

Breaking free of the hug, Bulma gave her mentor a serious look.

“We are in deep shit” were her stern words.

“What do you mean?” asked Vegeta Ou adopting a serious look himself and sitting in one of the room’s chairs.

“I mean that Freeza’ve been a busy little lizard, he’s getting restless and every day we stay hidden is a torn at his side fueling his anger and desire to eliminate us, this turned out to be a matter of hurt pride seeking retribution, and you know well how much pride weights over someone like Freeza” Bulma elaborated.

The king snorted. “Let him come if he can find us, we’ll show him what this “monkeys” are capable of”

“We’re not ready to confront him yet, and time is going against us, we won’t be able to win this war by sheer brute force” she replied. “I collected lots of disturbing facts trough all my journey, I think it’s time to call the council and put together a detailed war plan, the more we stay without doing a thing, the more slim our chances to win this became”.

“I refuse to believe that, you’ve been away for far too long my child and things had changed. Our army is much more stronger than before and our lines are bigger, not to mention we have my son, the forfeit legendary one”

“Even thou, it won’t be enough” Bulma said in a strained voice. “You’re right I’ve been gone for far too long and I missed a pregnant year, but I didn’t spend that time sitting on my ass and fooling around, I risked my life countless of times so I could came back and warn my people about the big bad frougre (the sayajin equivalent to a wolf) waiting in grandma’s house” she finished in a huff.

King Vegeta was silent, pondering what she said, her angry demeanor took him aback, usually, Bulma was very collected when making a point.

She got up and started pacing the room.

“It was pride what lead us to this in the first time, that false notion of superiority over the rest of the universe, thinking Freeza was going to fulfill the treaty ‘cause we were the best of the best” she took a great intake of breath “And all for what? So my father could slave in the laboratory creating abominations for that monster? So our whole race turned out to be his plaything? So you could hand over your only son to that freak? Tell me Vegeta what good did pride to us?” she let her words sink in. “I’ll tell you: none, and you are ready to let history repeat itself”

“Careful child I’m still your king” he said getting angry.

“Yes you are my king, but if you don’t listen to me, soon you’ll be king of nothing”

He stood up, tail lashing furiously from side to side, and was going let hell break loose, when she started speaking again and locked eyes with him.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, you taught me to be this way, to not let anyone bring you down if you believed something was worth fighting for it. And I believe that it’s time to show the council what’s going on and do something about it” she said, and with that let herself fall onto the chair and placed her head in her hands.

The king was stunned to silence again, he knew that what she had said was true, but his pride forbade him to accept it. An internal war of epic proportions was raging in the king’s head, and finally reason was the winner. He had a duty to his people, to lead them to honor and glory, and there was none for them in the future if they kept on the path they were following, the decision to hide from the tyrant hanged heavily over everyone’s shoulders, an insult to their warrior’s pride, it was time to fight and do it smartly; yes the sayajins were a race known for they brawn, but they were also smart, cunning and great strategists. He was going to make the outcome of this war be on his side, and if it took risking and giving everything to achieve it, so be it.

He placed his hands over the table, and with an air proper of royalty said: “I’ll summon the council tomorrow, we’ll throw a ball in your honor to cover the reunion, I don’t want people to know about this situation until I can get all my bases covered, I’d like to think this walls are safe but I know better than that”

Bulma looked up with grateful eyes. “That’s a wise decision my king, I’ll take this day to prepare all the documents and files. It’d be better to leave introductions for the ball”

“Agreed, I’ll send a servant to your room to help you out and get you anything you want” Vegeta Ou said.

“Great… by the way, I meet your heir” she said letting it hanging in the air.

King Vegeta was surprised. “When?” he asked.

“This morning at the market, he knock me over and called me a stupid bitch” Bulma answered.

The king laughed loudly. “I got to teach the brat to be more careful at picking out his enemies; I’ll give him his first lesson at the ball”

She laughed too. “Oh you’re evil” Bulma joked. “It was good to see I did a nice job at patching up his ass, but his attitude needs an improvement”

“It’s time for someone to stand up to him; he’s getting way too cocky”.

“It’ll be fun” she said with a strange gleam in her blue eyes.

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“Come on Kakarot, get your head out of your ass, it’s the fifth time in a row I knock you down” yelled a frustrated Vegeta.

“I’m sorry” Kakarot apologized. “I’m hungry! We’ve training non stop and didn’t have anything to eat since lunch, my stomach hurts!” he complained in a whinny voice while rubbing it.

“What kind of warrior are you?”

“Well I was born a third class, but your father promoted me to elite and now I’m a royal guard” Kakarot said counting with his fingers. “I’m really confused right now” he stated with a silly grin and a hand scratching behind his head.

Vegeta sweat dropped. “It was a rhetorical question you imbecile”

“So? I gave you a rhetorical answer”

“You don’t even know what rhetorical means, do you?

“Hmmm now that you asked, nope! not a clue” he answered with a big smile.

“Oooh, never mind!” Vegeta gave up. It was pointless. “Let’s go to the kitchens and get something to eat”

Kakarot’s eyes teared up in gratitude, and if he didn’t know Vegeta would hit him or something mean like that, he’d let out a giggle.

The truth was Vegeta was starving as well, so the two sayajins flew through the palace’s halls at such speed it seemed they teleported to the kitchen.

At their arrival they found that their destination was currently being turned upside down, a congregation of chefs and slaves was setting up what seemed to be the early stages of a banquette, the culprit of that madness was calmly seated in a nearby table munching on a chicken’s leg.

Kakarot dared reach his hand and try to grab a tray filled with different kinds of meats, just to have it slapped by a fear-spearing sayajin woman, he run and got refuge behind Vegeta’ s back, who was not distracted by the turmoil nor by the fact that his stomach was starting to eat itself up, and had his eyes fixated on his father.

“Care to explain?”

Vegeta Ou took his time swallowing, and simply said: “Tomorrow we are throwing a ball kid”

“A ball?” Vegeta’ s confusion showed only a second before he recovered his stance. “And why in the seven hells are we doing that for?

“Because we have our best scientist back and we are going to honor her”. Replied his father.

Vegeta humphed. “Don’t count me on it” he said with a defiant air around him.

“Oh but I’m counting on you already” said the king with a smirk, and then dropped the bomb “You are going to escort her to it”

“WHAT?”

Author’s note:

Well that was the second chapter. Is there some kind of dance I should perform to get reviews?. I’m going to pretend someone actually read this and say thank you for doing it.

Tammy.