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 II

Silence hanged heavily over everyone. Those hardened and experienced warriors drawn to muteness by the horror of what they saw; it was something that eluded their minds, to die in battle soaked in blood and gore fighting until the last breath no matter the circumstance was the way they hoped to go. The sayajin people did not fear death, they honored it, they made it their business. But what was on that film had no honor at all, it was a perversion an atrocity none of them could stomach. Those fellow sayajins were children abnormally obliged to mature for nothing more than to fulfill some of Freeza’ s lackeys twisted aspirations to play doctor at the lizard’s command, stripped from the beginning of strength, mind and soul and the worst of all, the right to fight.

As soon as they digested it, the realization of how far things went sunken in igniting pure and raw rage.

“That son of a bitch!” yelled Bardok. “That’s why he made us ship off our infants, it wasn’t part of the purging it was so he could get hold of them and use them as lab rats”.

Chaos ensued, the council members started throwing insults and blaming each other. In the storm only the king, Vegeta and Bulma remained calm. The king was silently contemplating Bulma’ s words before the film and putting two and two together, he was the king for a reason after all, intelligence was something than had graced the house of Vegeta for years, but he knew some parts of the puzzle were missing, Freeza was searching those sayajins looking for a way to make the ultimate weapon? Or the ultimate weapon were going to be those sayajins themselves?. What Bulma said in the film about them not being sentient kept on nagging at him.

Vegeta wasn’t as shocked as the others, after all, living nearly twenty years near that bastard gave him a baste knowledge of his perversions, but the film had triggered long forgotten memories inside him, and for a moment he was lost in the horrors of his past. He was a mere boy at the time his father had to hand him over to the tyrant, his five years of life had done nothing to prepare him for what was ahead of him. He was starved, beaten, humiliated and obliged to do things that repulsed him; he was trained to kill without thought, to have no honor, to deceive, betray and know nothing more than hate, anger and pride. But he hold thigh to his heritage the whole time, always fighting never letting himself be broken, and one day he woke up as awakened from a nightmare, covered in bandages and with machines attached to his body, no longer in Freeza’ s ship but on his home. That monster had stolen his childhood and almost cost him everything, he wouldn’t let him take his people too, he was a prince, and even if it took his own life to do it, he was going to make Freeza pay dearly.

Bulma was calmly assessing the situation / So now they believe me. Well apparently they are not capable of handling the truth, I guess is time to step in, the king got this look on him that he adopts when deep in thought and the younger Vegeta seems to be miles away, no that he would be of much help… it’s up to you Bulma / she thought. She made her way smoothly to the center of the room, right in front of the table and whistled loudly, gaining the attention of the rest.

“Oookeey, can we pretend we know how to act as civilized people?” she asked in a condescending tone. “Things are pretty mess up already as to add this kind of shit to the formula”

Silence engulfed the room again as the members of the council returned to their respective seats one by one. They were looking at her with a new gleam, with a renewed respect and admiration; / it’s funny how easily they forgot who I am / she thought with a silent scoff.

“I know what you just saw took you all by surprise, but I hope it helped to freshen your memories. I’ve been fighting this since I was fourteen and been trained for this since I was eight. One would think you would remember all the things I did for this planet. If I now have your attention and trust, I’d like to keep on with my inform.” She said.

“I have some questions commander” ventured Raditz; at seeing her nod in acknowledge he continued. “What exactly is Freeza doing with the sayajins infants?”

“Until now I only have theories, the files on that installation were ciphered and encoded. It was possible for me to break through but the information was scarce and very much inexact, what makes me believe that installation wasn’t the only one, as the code seems to be part of a bigger one. But according to what I saw and what the informants said, Freeza is collecting the infants shipped off world and with the growing chambers that appeared on the film making them reach adulthood in a matter of days, and then cutting them up and running tests on them, specifically on their brains…”

“He is looking for the ki neuro-transceivers located in our brains” suddenly exclaimed Bardok. Interrupting her.

“Speak in sayago third class” sneered Vegeta.

“Just because you are stupid doesn’t mean Bardok cannot speak his mind your highness” Bulma sneered back; she had a soft spot for Bardok, maybe because he was a colleague or whatever, she just liked him. And before the prince could retort she spoke again “There are millions of species out there in the universe and only a few are capable of manipulate ki at the extent we do. Now, everyone has ki, ki is the force of life, what makes us different is that we have special transceivers in our brains that receive and canalize the ki in such way that allows us to handle it and increase it” she explained.

“OK, now that sayajin biology is covered, what’s the point of looking for them?” asked the king.

“Like I said before I don’t really know, I can just assume it is to try and develop some kind of vaccine that would make one stronger… absurdly stronger, or something along the lines.”

“This is much interesting, but I think it’d be best if we took some time to catch up with the information the commander gave us, and meet another day” said Pulus.

“It’s a wise decision” approved Vegeta Ou.

“I agree with that too, but there are some things I want to lay out first” said Bulma.

“Proceed then”

“I got wind of an internal operation going on. There is a group of people that aren’t happy with the measures taken according to interplanetary flights and are planning on sabotaging the shield” she said with clear annoyance in her voice.

“Those suckers had been taken care off” said Nappa smugly.

“Don’t be so sure about it dolly” she replied icily. “I’m not concerned about it, nevertheless I wanted you to be aware of the situation at hand and I’ll set to reinforce the power sources”

“It’ll be investigated, Nappa, Brito you two make sure of that” ordered the king. “You are all dismissed until two weeks from now”

At the king’s proclamation everyone except for Vegeta and the king himself left.

Vegeta was sitting straight on his chair and had a murderous look on him; he followed his father’s every movement. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to leash at the old monarch for hours and it was finally the right time.

“What the hell is going on? And who the hell is that stupid woman?” he asked in a low collected tone, that referring to him mean he was beyond pissed.

“I thought everything was explained in the meeting, and you have some light reading to help you answer that question” replied his father.

“Don’t mock me father, the crown might be upon your head but if I so much as desire it there would be nothing you could do to stop me”

“You dare threaten me?” yelled the king furiously approaching his son. “You damn brat, the single weight of this crown would make you crumble under it”

“FUCK, I’m not a brat anymore you fucking senile bastard” Vegeta yelled back standing up and managing to look down on his father despite the differences in height. “I’ve been through more shit and more battles than you’ll ever seen. Do you have any idea of what I went through after you so nicely send my to uncle Freeza’ s ship?

“I don’t know and I don’t care!” replied the king slightly wounding his son. “It was necessary to save our race from total annihilation, had you been ready to take over my title you’d have known that. Be a man and get over it”

“It’s curious that you of all people is talking about being a man, when just now you were been dragged from the nose by that blue haired freak” spat Vegeta.

“Blind fool, she is the only thing standing between Freeza and us, you know nothing”

“WHO THE HELL IS SHE? DAMN IT” Vegeta screamed loosing it for a moment.

“She is Dr. Briefs’ daughter, a highly ranked commander a scientist and the responsible of creating the shield that kept us alive all this time. You’ll do well to treat her better, she’s not like all the other females fawning over you the whole time, she won’t take shit from no one, not even you”

“You talk about her as if she were some kind of goddess, are you fucking the little bitch?” Vegeta asked with venom in his voice and some resent.

A fist to his face was his answer. His father movement was so sudden that took him completely unaware, sending him crashing to the other side of the room. “Never forget who I am kid” were his father departing words as he left him slumped on the floor.

Vegeta got up seeing red, but decided against going after his father. Evidently his energy wasn’t completely restored for he would had been able to avoid the punch otherwise, and a fight with the king would be taxing; despite his early words Vegeta had his father in high regards, and knew that he would prove to be a real challenge once engaged in battle.

/ I’ll show him in his due time / he thought giving his pride some kind of reassurance.

With his tail twitching every once in a while behind his back, sign of his glumly mood, he made his way to his chambers, he would change into his training gear and beat the frustration out of him. But three figures in the middle of the hall right across his room halted his pace. There was the woman talking to the third class and his older spawn.

He seized the opportunity to study her. She wasn’t like any other woman he had seen before, and he had seen his fare share of women, it wasn’t only her exotic / freakish / -he corrected himself- color, it was the way she carried herself, he could see that she was prideful, almost like him, and she was witty and feisty, he found those qualities appealing despite himself, even if she managed to make him want to snap her dainty neck. And there was something in her eyes that called to him, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but there it was, that nagging sensation in the back of his mind. He had to recognize reluctantly that she had been very impressible back to the meeting. Setting those notions aside, the primal man inside Vegeta took notice of her curves, accentuated by that revealing dress that let much to the imagination, he had approached her at the ball for a reason after all. He was snapped out of his lustful trance when a fragment of the conversation reached his sensitive ears picking his interest at once.

“…to enhance the gravity 50Gs so one could train under the added weight and improve in speed as well?” the third class scum bag was asking.

“Yeah, it’s possible, I must say you did a great job advancing on the project considering that you only counted with my father’s messy blueprints” the woman answered.

“But I still can’t find a way to make it viable, the size of the machine is much too big”

“No problem, look at this” she said pointing to somewhere in the blueprints he was holding to her face. “With a change in the equations it should be reduced to the size of a regular engine”

/ So the little thing is smart after all / thought Vegeta in the distance.

“You think it could be added to the training grounds?” Raditz asked hopeful.

She pondered the question for a moment. “Mmm, eventually, but they would have to be modified, restrained with some kind of alloy strong enough to contain the Gs”

“Can you do it? I mean, if you gave us the formula to the alloy we could mass produce it and have the lab workers install it, and after it’s done you could supervise and that’s all” said Bardok.

“Sure thing” she said winking. “I’ll see if I have time tomorrow to work on it”.

And that was all Vegeta needed to hear. / A machine capable of enhance the gravity, hnn? If I get that woman to make me a special training room with that feature, even with more capacity that what that good for nothing low class scientist said, I’ll be a supersayajin in no time and I’ll make Freeza my bitch / he thought. He considered he had been spying for too long and that was time to made his presence be known, so he stepped out of the darkness and went right to were they were still talking.

Bardok and Raditz fell to their knees before his prince in the proper way of saluting royalty, and got up at Vegeta’ s nod of acknowledgement. Bulma just stood there looking him over, she had sensed him the moment he put a feet on the hallway, but hadn’t thought nothing about it, hell, it was his palace anyway, if he wanted to lurk in the darkness so be it, it didn’t concerned her. It was the first time that she really looked at him; she let her gaze swept over every one of his dark chiseled features. He was rather short but you couldn’t miss the ripping muscles bulging out of his armor, not in that gross bulky kind of way, just compact, the perfect size for him. He exuded masculinity but it was surrounded by a dangerous aura, and she found it appealing, she had always been attracted to rowdy men.

/ Nice going Bulma, there’s no time to play around, even if there is a tasty toy right in front of you… and remember how much of an asshole he is / she said to herself.

“Woman, I demand you build me a training room at once” Vegeta ordered.

Bulma’ s features hardened a little. Seeing the oncoming battle the squad commanders made themselves scarce, leaving them alone in the dim hallway.

“First of all my name is Bulma, and second you do not demand of me, you ask” she said in a huff. “Besides is unbecoming of a prince to eavesdrop”

“It’s not eavesdropping if your shrill voice could waken the dead” he retorted smugly.

“At least I’m not a troll who thinks himself all high and mighty”

“I don’t think woman, I am high and mighty, I’m the prince of all sayajins”

“More like the prince of all jerks”

“And which species are you?” he asked knowing he had won the little verbal spar for the moment.

Bulma’ s cheeks blushed with anger and she pursed her lips tightly together, her hands balled on her hips, she was ready to leash out but managed to regain her cool.

“Look buddy I had a long day and an even longer one tomorrow, I don’t have time to play with you” she said, almost kicking herself when she noticed she had let her subconscious slip.

“You sure seemed ready to play back in the ballroom, even needed help to have some fun” Vegeta said, enjoying playing with the words.

“Yeah right, ‘cause “I could take you to my chambers and show you how helpful I can be” was a great turn on, you got me hooked there” she said in a amazingly accurate imitation of his voice.

“As if I would ever bed such an ugly woman”

“Ugly?! You are calling me ugly?, I’m hot and I know it, but you sure are lucky to be royalty otherwise you would be screwed”

“Believe me woman, I’m not screwed just because of that”

“This conversation turned pointless” she said raising her hands in the air, and turning to leave.

She was already turning the knob when Vegeta planted one arm at her side and leaned in saying “this is not over woman, we’ll continue tomorrow”.

He didn’t give her time to react as he seemed to vanish into thin air.

Bulma opened the door and hurried inside, then rested her back on the door.

/ What the hell was that? /

Author’s note:

They started noticing each other and lust is in the air. Next chapter will have more action. Thanks for reading. It’d be nice to read what you guys think about this chapter ( I and II ) ‘cause a great deal of the plot line is in here, I still got some twists over my sleeve, but anyway. :)

Tammy.