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 4

Part I

The distance from the ballroom to the deemed assembly room for the occasion was covered with a tension so palpable you could cut through it with a knife. Bulma was walking side by side with the king, a smug look on her face at having the last word in her first quarrel with the prince, while Vegeta was a little back, sending death glares her way. Occasionally she would look at him with an air of superiority that’d made his blood boil.

Vegeta Ou was aware of the animosity between his heir and his pupil, but thought nothing much about it, he knew that sooner or later tempers would flare, but wasn’t concerned, two explosions as big as theirs tended to cancel each other… or cause a catastrophic Kaboom…

/Either way it’ll be fun/ he thought chuckling inwardly.

When they finally arrived, Bulma and Vegeta almost stomped over the king in their haste to get in first, Vegeta beating her to it.

“Ladies go first, jerk” she growled in a low tone.

“I don’t see one around so…” he shrugged; now being the one with the smug look.

“Asshole”

“Slut”

“Moron”

“Idiot woman”

The insults escalated in tone earning them a confused stare from the council members. The king massaged his temples.

“Knock it off already” he yelled angrily, shutting them up. “Take seat so we can begin brats” he ordered pointing to the round table where the others were sitting; once they were seated Vegeta Ou looked over throughout the room taking in the faces of the council members. There was Todda, intelligence and research; Strowk, strategy and statistics; Letuccia, weaponry designer and instructor; Pulus, royal counselor; Matot; off planet missions’ commander; Nappa, elite’s commander; Brito, first class pilot and troops’ commander; Raditz, second class’ squad commander and Bardok, third class’ squad commander and scientist.

“As you can see commander Briefs is back from her mission and brought disturbing information; information that compelled me to summon this council. There’s a war ahead of us that will take everything we have to not be the last” he said.

The room was silent; everyone was trying to assimilate the king’s words. It was Vegeta who broke the silence.

“Father your words are outrageous. Never had Vegetasei seen a war or battle threaten her as you are saying” he said standing up, fists over the table, a murmur of agreement echoing his words.

“Silence!” hollered Vegeta Ou. “We are not here to question my judgment, I summoned this council but I’m the king and my word is law; we are here to hear commander Briefs’ declaration and determinate a war plan” with that he motioned Bulma to take the word.

Vegeta fumed silently in his seat.

“As the king said, a war is approaching, and the enemy is well-known, it’s time to take matters seriously and we don’t have room to mess up”

“And what makes you think we haven’t?” asked Nappa dismissingly.

“We’d known of this threat for years and been training and plotting against it the whole time, it seem rather exaggerated of you to come and present it in such apocalyptic ways” said Todda.

“It’s not the first time I’m before this council, and it won’t be the last. I believe I had earned the right to be taken seriously” she said pinning them down with her stare. “I’m perfectly aware of the measures taken, but things had changed and they won’t be enough. We’d been preparing to battle Freeza and take down his mother ship; now Freeza is more than that, the cunning little lizard had a very productive year, collecting an army big enough to take over a galaxy in one swift movement. Correct me if I’m wrong, but numbers are against us, without considering Freeza himself” she finished.

“Numbers had always been against us, that’s not new. And regarding to Freeza we now have prince Vegeta, the legendary one. It was because of that, that we decided to send a rescue mission to bring him back, risking everything” said Strowk in a calculated way.

“I’ll rip him limb by limb” growled Vegeta.

Bulma snorted. “And how exactly are you planning on doing that, hnn? She asked mockingly. “Last time I checked you were as close to becoming a supersayajin as I’ll ever be”

“You BITCH, you’re next to Freeza I swear!!” he yelled.

“Well it seems as I’ll grow old waiting then” she yelled back.

“Stop it you two” interceded the king. “Vegeta if you are not capable of listening and thinking before speaking I’ll throw you out of this room, and Bulma you are not here to pick fights with him” he said in a menacing and stern tone.

/Blasted woman, the fucking temptress has my father wrapped around her little finger, but I’m not going to fall for her sparkly cobalt eyes and dazzling smile… Ughh I can’t believe I’m describing that freak like that/ thought Vegeta as he sulked in his chair.

Bulma’ s cheeks reddened a bit, but she managed to regain her composure.

“Getting back on track, you are right Strowk” she said. “But you’ll have to do your math again ‘cause those numbers you were talking about happened to had increased exponentially”

“Don’t get me wrong Bulma, I’m not questioning your credibility, but we are going to need more than your word on this” said Pulus.

Having foreseen this, Bulma reached to her right breast and pulled a capsule from inside her dress, she opened it an eleven thick folders and four square little discs came out of it. She rounded the table giving one folder to each.

“I’m no amateur counselor, in those folders you’ll find detailed documentation on this matter, proof that what I’m saying is true”. The determined set of her mouth when she finished saying that was a warning to anyone who dared to question her capacity again. She grabbed the discs and started fiddling with them. “This won’t be a regular war, we are not dealing with increased numbers alone. Very accurate rumors had been circulating, about Freeza searching for the ultimate weapon, a weapon against which sheer brute force will do nothing at all”.

That got the attention of Letuccia. “What kind of weapon? As far as I know there is no weapon comparable with hand to hand combat, let alone stronger than that, even the power of an average third class soldier’s blast is still stronger” she stated.

“Technically you’re right, but we are way beyond what you or anyone else knows. It’ll be of no use to try and explain it, I’ll let you see for yourselves”. She inserted one of the square discs in a nick in the middle of the table; four beams came out from it creating a three-dimensional cube, a rudimentary film started playing inside, the mechanism such you could see it play from every angle.

First there was static but then surged a voice they all recognized as Bulma’ s. “ Twelfth lunar cycle according to Vegetasei, year 752 of the great Oozaru, North quadrant of the Tulwaky galaxy. I’ve been in secret persecution of a ship labeled as Freeza’ s; apparently it’s on some kind of slave trading mission, I followed it through planet Indicar 2, Tsultir and Cavetian. It was impossible to establish visual contact, but according to readings they seemed to have picked up at least two individuals from each planet. The ship reached it’s final destination, a planet that figures in my database as both unknown and inhabited. I’ll land and try to break through their system, informants signal it as related to Freeza’ s secret weapon” her voice said, and then there was static again.

A moment later an image appeared; it was of Bulma dressed in a sleeveless black spandex body suit, with white knee length golden tipped boots, and white fingerless gloves, her hair braided up in her head, typing on a portable console attached to a panel of the enemy ship; in a matter of seconds she had the security system disconnected and was silently blasting a hole on the ship’s hull. She went in and for a few seconds everything was pitch black; when she reached the cockpit, the faint light of the main console shone on her face, making her visible again. She connected the portable console to the main one and typed a code that hacked into it; what she found didn’t please her and she cursed softly. She detached everything and again was out of sight.

The static came back and then the camera was following her as she crept through a dingy hallway and jumped into the ventilation system; she crawled until she reached the main room and spied through the grid. What she saw made her blood run cold; there before her eyes were at least thirty of her kind, twelve big round containers that went from the floor to the ceiling had sayajin infants inside, all in different stages of growth; five of them seemed to been newly added. The rest were grown ups that were being probed, pocked, cut, exanimate and plain tortured. Lasers that she recognized as ki disablers were pointed in their direction. Being as the situation probed to be too complicated, she decided to go back to her ship and design a plan. Once again there was static and all that could be heard was a voice.

“Second face of the twelfth lunar cycle according to Vegetasei, year 752 of the great Oozaru, leaving North quadrant of the Tulwaky galaxy. I’d been assessing the installations on the unnamed planet for more than a week, even managed to come to contact with one of the sayajin prisoners, he wasn’t – her voice seemed to break – he wasn’t sentient anymore – she swallowed loudly – The infants were hocked up to the growing chambers in a way that it wasn’t possible to get them out alive. All possibilities of a rescue attempt… null – she could be heard dragging in a long breath – Proceeded downloading all the information and blowing up the place”. With that the virtual screen turned black signaling the end of the recorded material.

Author’s note:

Thanks for the review. I had this chapters already typed, but on the new ones I'm correcting the puntuation. Thanks for reading .

Tammy.