Dark Blue Child

Zarbon looked around for the blue haired girl. He suspected that she was the cause of the alarm system going off. He looked more around the conversating aliens and noticed a soldier and a younger one in a quiet corner. Their eyes met and then he knew it was she. But he would wait until the right moment to retrieve her. She looked away and looked back down at the child, he knew that was the other one. He made sure he memorized her ki signature before breaking away from them. He looked more around and saw Freeza with his air car coming towards some of the groups of the chatting soldiers. They all bowed respectfully. He looked from the corner of his eyes to the girl and she had a distasteful look on her face. Maybe Freeza wasn’t an eyeful for her. He looked around and saw those monkeys in the opposite corner where the blue haired child stood. Their eyes following Freeza’s every move, and in their eyes showed pure venom and hate. The ugly oath Dodoria had something under his arm as he landed. It was a man, maybe middle age, a little more or less.

The man looked around nervously, around all the aliens that he knew would instantly kill him with their strength or technology. The girl in disguise gasped and scolded the child. “Lace! Turn around now!” She whispered loudly. * I thought we were supposed to talk in our minds. You said-* “Forget what I fucking said! Do it!” Lace did what she was told and Bulma faced forward, looking at the very familiar aliens and man. She heard Lace in her mind asking her questions. She ignored them and she tightened her fist, trying to control the hate and fear she felt for the man, whose eyes wandered around his surroundings.

She felt the blood flow from within her tightened fist. She bit her lower lip, trying to control whatever was trying to release and slaughter him. Her hand reached back and took the sword that was tied by the leather strap on her back. She slowly took it out, no longer in charge of her body’s movements. She was panting, try to cope with the movements. She felt as if her body was to give out any moment, but at the same time she felt stronger than ever. Lace turned around and she pulled a hand over her mouth to silence her scream. She grabbed onto Bulma’s leg, telling her to stop. Telling her she shouldn’t do it, telling her that she was scared, telling her her own fears. Bulma shook her off and looked forward, waiting for the man’s eyes to fall onto her so that she can show him what she had become without his help. Without his money, without his abuse, without his words, without him. It was like she was trying to stop herself, but wanting to kill him too.

His eyes finally landed on her and their eyes connected. He smirked, he knew it was her. She inwardly shivered. The fear was still within her. The space between them was filled with the electrical sparks, she wished it was lightning so that it would strike him down. But she would want to kill him with her own hands. She slowly walked over to him, and Lace held in her tears, and looked away. She sat down and started to rock back in forth, arms wrapped around her knees protectively. Whispering her own comforting words to herself. Bulma looked at her hands, bloody. She looked at the gun that had fallen and was next to Laces’ quivering figure. She glanced at the sword, observing it\'s magnificent sharp features and glint. It looked so pure and beautiful. She thought if she could end her own life with it, letting the blade glide through her petite body, but she would have to stain it with her terrorizing blood. And that was what her blood was made of, the blood would give out its\' warmth that would be full of hate and spreading terror. No, her sword was as much value to her as it was now. It would be a disgrace to kill herself, to die with no honor. She would be surrendering to the enemy, herself. Giving herself the satisfaction of dying and leaving all the pain, grief, and emotions that flowed through her veins. She wouldn\'t surrender that easily. Not at all..


Thntalntal torments she had caused herself over the years, the curses she felt that were set up upon her, the happiness that was forever out of reach, would never be in her hands. She desperately wished that she could be free, free of the entire world and it\'s problems. She hated to pity herself and the wish for her freedom, but even when she got away, it never felt like it. A guilty conscience always plagues the mind until free of thought. That wasn\'t going to happen anytime soon. Maybe it was time, maybe it was getting up to the point where she couldn\'t take it any more. It was just a game to everyone, but she could understand why. She tensed and she felt as if she did everything wrong in her life. As if it was her that caused everything to leave its direction and cause chaos. She knew the truth would slap her in the face hard one day later on, but she would take the consequences of denial. It might be worth it, letting everything go. She still observed the metallic shine in awe.

The memories came back and she flinched, as if something already came about. Yes, she felt as if she betrayed her own flesh and blood that day. Revenge maybe won\'t solve what she did, but it might make her live in peace somewhere else in her mind. Her mother, her lost love, the love she held onto in every way possible until HE made her let go. He let her fall, he let her drift, when she was in pain, she would go insane until her mother would come and comfort her with tears of rain. Not physically, but in the heart. In the heart of a lost child. So much that could be lost in the world; her heart mixed with the feelings of grief and love. She was shattering, and she knew. She was breaking apart, her emotions a mess; a puddle that increased within every drop of rain that would fall from the sky. Raining on the parade that she never even had.

All there and yet the pain remained the same to this very day, never going away, as if it was there to stay. Pain and discomfort, it was never a problem since that was what she lived in, and she she felt was to become. No light, just her, no happiness, just Lace. Where did that put them? Into darkness and depression.


She regretfully glanced away from the sword and back at him. So many ways to kill him, and yet only this opportunity would last.

She gripped her sword and swung it back, so that some of it leaned heavily on her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes and she swung it forward aiming for his neck, but it wasn’t there. She turned around to see the green skinned alien earlier from before holding her sword and looking at her sternly. She used her telekinesis to float the gun into her hand. She turned around and aimed it for her father’s head, but it disintegrated in her hand, the ashes stinging her skin. She charged forward to give him a final blow but she was held back by the strong light green arms. “Let me go! Let me kill him!” She struggled within his grasp and tried with all her might, and she couldn’t stand the sadistic smirk on the man’s face. She calmed down for a moment, and Zarbon’s grasp loosened up. She shrugged him off and crossed her arms and looked down at Zarbon’s white boots. He looked down at her curiously, the white helmet veiling her blue hair.

She took her opportunity and tackled the man, her figure above him and she was going to directly protrude her fingers to his throat. She looked at his eyes one more time, but he just smiled evilly. She growled and was to strike hisoat oat when she felt something hit the side of her neck quickly. She immediately jumped off the man and pulled the object that was imbedded in her skin. She looked at it and angrily threw it to the ground. * A fucking tranquilizer?!* She looked back at Zarbon who held the gun. She ran up to him and pulled the gun from his grasp. She held it out to the man; she knew that a couple of these would overdose him and out, to sleep forever. Meaning dead. She shot one, hitting the man in the leg, and he yelped in pain. She smirked as she aimed one directly at his head, but Zarbon took it away from her grasp.

She felt dizzy and fell to her knees, the drug was taking affect. She looked at the man one more time; he had a victorious look on his face. She felt herself falling to her side. Her head hit the ground, the helmet falling with contact. Her hair flowed out and onto the dessert’s ground, and her scouter started beeping. And a voice could be heard. “ Stan. Stan? Can you hear me? Stan are you there? Where are you? Stan? Stan!”
The scouter started to static. *End of transmission* She breathed small breaths before her world started to spin, and everything became black. She whispered the words that she meant with all her heart. \".....Revenge....\"

Oblivion.

****In the mind there is no time. In real life, time is longer than life. In the mind of Ms. Bulma Briefs, why doesn\'t it end? It\'s all a lie; just do your time. There is no guarantee that you\'ll be all right****

In the world of darkness

In the world without light

Are consequences to be made

And more than just sacrifice

So put away all those watery tears

The incursion is here; it\'s all of your fears

With all the hate and anger you would feel inside

And if you say \'No revenge\'

Well, you know it\'s a lie.


*Failing again little girl... That is what are. A failure. Don\'t ever forget that. You are nothing to the world, nothing to become of but a failure. But remember this, revenge is always sweett yot yourself become a victor and taste the sweet candy of glory...* Haunted the voice in her mind. * Just remember.... Ful fai failures...\"


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The rhyming is mine. Everything besides the characters. But Lace is mine. And so is the small rhyming.

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