Spark of Blue

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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

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SPARK OF BLUE

Chapter 6

To say Vegeta was pissed was an understanding. He couldn’t believe himself, he had gone all the way through the desert to find that woman and made her build him a training room, but instead got sidetracked and ended blasting off with Kakarot as his only achievement, without even mentioning it to her. True, he had won their little verbal spar, but still that wasn’t enough. He had let her curvaceous body and those damn eyes of hers interfere with his judgment, and that was simply unacceptable.

After his arrival to the castle, he had been brooding about it in his room the whole afternoon, not in the mood for training until his level of animosity became too high to be kept locked inside. Not knowing other way, he decided he would beat the issue out of his system, but when he got to the training grounds he was greeted with a surprise.

There, right in the middle of what he deemed his territory, his sanctuary, was the cause of his distress, blatantly stretching as if she owned the place. And what annoyed Vegeta the most was that he couldn’t help but stare at her perfect round behind.

Snapping out of his reverie he sneaked to her back, with the clear intention of catching her off guard. But again he was meet with a surprise, when she turned around abruptly and presented a considerable sized ki blast to his face.

“You seem to underestimate me a lot prince” she said, his title dripping with sarcasm.

“Is there something to estimate?” he countered back, successfully covering the incredulous look on his face.

“You tell me, I’m not the one with a ki blast scorching my neck”

And that was all it took to ensue battle between those two, it had been a while since they felt the trill of a challenging fight, and now that it’s warmth was burning through their veins, they gladly succumbed to it’s call.

With a swift movement Vegeta shoved the hand holding the ki blast to a side, and moved forward to grab her, but Bulma was quick to avoid him and with a back flip put some distance between them, landing gracefully and adopting a fighting stance.

“You’ll have to do better if you want to grab a hold on me” she teased.

He paid no head to her taunting and charged. Every time he tough he had her, she would easily move out of his way in the last minute, making a smart comment, which served to infuriate him more and more.

“We are fucking fighting not dancing around” he shouted her. “Stop this nonsense and fight already!”

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction caused by his outburst, she landed one clean punch right to his face that sent him flying across the arena.

“Like that?” she asked with laugh in her voice.

Vegeta stood up in a huff, anger mangling his features and faded only to reaper behind her back. With a kick to her shin he tried to get her down, but she blocked it and kicked back, giving herself enough room to turn around and face him. The game had changed and turned to be an all out thing, they were entangled in a frenzy of punches, shoves and kicks. The better part of it they blocked each other attacks, but every once and then they would land one successfully.

They kept that pace for a long time, and eventually Bulma started to tire, they were both panting and bloodied, but it took her more effort to keep her speed, it was her sole advantage over Vegeta whose bodily strength was greater than hers. They might be practically the same size, he having two or three inches over her, but she was still more lean and frail than him.

Vegeta noticed that, and with a scheme on his head, sent a ki blast her way.

“Hey asshole no ki blasts” she yelled angrily.

“What’s the problem bitch? Can’t stand a little heat?” he said, and with that blasted one twice the size of the other.

Bulma had to cross her arms in front of her to stop the powerful blast, he had gave her no time to counter with one of her own. She had to put every ounce of strength to block it, and that was exactly what Vegeta had been counting on. With great speed he moved before her, and deflecting the ki blast took it’s position. Grabbing hold of her arms, and using his momentum to push against her, he pinned her to one of the walls a few inches over the floor.

She locked eyes with him, and he could feel the anger emanating from her. Her eyes were a deeper blue and a flush adorned her cheeks. Her lips were red and puffy, and there was a trickle of blood by the side of them that made him lick his own lips in response.

Vegeta smirked at her, and let his gaze purposely wander up and down her body, relinquishing in the flesh that could be seen beneath the many gashes in her training suit. Seeing the open rooming of her body by the prince, she struggled to free herself, but his iron grip was unmovable.

“That was dirty” she growled.

The smirk on his face got wider “Funny woman, I though that you liked it dirty” he said in a husky voice.

Bulma was not going to let him enjoy the momentary victory any longer. “Oh, you have no idea” she said, punctuating her words with a shove of her knee to his family jewels.

Vegeta grunted in pain and fell to the floor clutching himself.

Bulma landed by his side and rounded him, enjoying the way his silted hate filled eyes followed her.

“Sorry, my knee just slipped” she said, and with that left the room.

It took him a couple of minutes to recover. He might be one of the stronger fighters in the universe, but he was still a man, and that hit had hurt like hell. Once he was back on his feet he rushed out the training grounds in Bulma’ s hot pursuit.

/I’m so gonna get her for that/ he thought /What’s my fucking problem? I let her body get the best of me… again! Damn hormones, I’m not a fucking scholar, I should have more control over them. It’s been a while since last time I mated with a female, that’s it; I just need to get laid/

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he had reached the common hall between their bedrooms. Without stopping to think what he was doing, he throw her door wide open, just like he had done earlier that morning, but this time instead the room being empty there was a half naked Bulma only clad in a pair of lacy white panties inside.

Vegeta was frozen to the spot, his eyes glued to her pert breasts barely covered by the silky looking aqua hair that cascaded partially over them. But was quickly brought to reality by a piercing scream.

“YOU PERVERT!!” Bulma shrieked, covering her breasts with one arm and shoving him out of her room with the other “GET OUT!! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!! GET OUT!!”.

Being as her shoves proved to be ineffective to get rid of him, she kicked him out with all her might, sending him flying head first to the middle of the hallway and right to the king and Brito’ s feet, who were passing by.

She shoved the door closed so forcibly that it was a miracle it didn’t shattered, the loud noise it made echoing in the present men’s ears.

Vegeta Ou looked at her son sprawled on the floor with a fierce blush over his cheeks, and guffawed loudly.

“I taught you better than that when it comes to ladies’ courting boy” he said in a hoarse voice.

Vegeta had come to his senses at his father thunderous laugh and was glaring daggers at the closed door. At the king’s banter, he snapped his attention to him.

“I would never, ever, court that woman, not even if she were the last sayajin woman left in the entire universe” he said.

“Such impetuous words, had I been a few years younger she would be your new mom” the king said laughing again at seeing his son cringe at the thought.

“I guess she is not in the mood for political chat” Brito broke through.

“I wouldn’t go there now if I were you. You might lose a limb” king Vegeta said.

“That’s fine anyway, I’ll tell her about the allied planets tomorrow. Night my king, prince” were Brito’ s departing words.

King Vegeta nodded in salute, and the first class’ commander left father and son alone.

“Stop glaring at that door and join me for a drink brat, it will calm your nerves” his father said.

“I don’t need calming, but a drink sounds fine” Vegeta said accepting the invitation.

They walked to a private office king Vegeta used as a meeting room for friends, and a quiet place to talk about delicate matters. He seated in a big armchair and his son plopped down on a couch not much further away. He called a servant and ordered a bottle of dragon’s blood, a strong alcoholic beverage famous among high classed sayajins, and it was immediately delivered. He filled a cup for him and another one for Vegeta, and gave it to him. They silently drank, and soon a cup turned to a second and a third, until the alcohol finally loosened their tongues.

“I had no choice” Vegeta Ou said.

“What are you talking about?” his son asked.

“I’m talking about handing you over to that freak. I had no choice, and I regretted it every day”

Vegeta was taken aback, never before had he heard his father talk in that way, it also sounded like an apology.

“I thought it was what a king should do and that I had to take it like a man, weren’t those your words?”

“It was and I’d do it again, but that doesn’t changes that you are my heir, my son, my flesh and blood”

“So you say, but you had been more fatherly with that woman than you’ve ever been with me”

“That’s different, I owe her everything”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Vegeta asked raising a black eyebrow.

“She brought you back” was the king’s simple reply.

“What?”

“She was the one who broke into Freeza’ s ship”

“That… that woman was the… warrior… that fought two of the gynyu force and took me back?” Vegeta stuttered.

“Yes”

“I don’t believe it, tell me, tell how she did it”

“Fine I will”

- -Flashback- -

Year 751 of the great Oozaru, somewhere in the deep of space.

Bulma was getting dressed; it had taken her almost two and a half lunar cycles according to Vegetasei to reach her destination. At first she had been calm and collected, but as time passed by and she got closer to her objective, anxiety had taken over her. It wasn’t that she was scared or having second thoughts about her plan, it was more of a heightening of her senses, an annoying itch that wouldn’t let her relax, it was the warrior blood running through her veins that could feel the battle ahead of her.

“Computer give me the readings for the sayajin’ s presence’s scan”

“Bulma the scan showed one presence located in the southeast wing of the ship. Surveying the plans you entered to my system, it’s position is on one of the lower dungeons, precisely the third one to the left” a mechanic female voice answered.

“Scan for other alien’s presences in that area”

It took the computer a minute and it came with the results, displaying a map that showed different power levels.

“There are fourteen other alien’s presences on the premises”

“Shit” Bulma exclaimed after seeing two of those power levels. “Those are two of the gynyu force’s members, Guldo and Jeice”

She started pacing the cockpit. “Come on Bulma think. Guldo is the weakest one of them and Jeice is not much better, but you can’t start a fight, it’ll take too long and you’ll never get out, there’s got to be another way”

“Bulma we are running out of time, we have fifteen minutes until their radar picks us up” the computer said interrupting her mutterings.

“Damn, I’ll have to think about something along the way. Computer prepare to lock with their hull” she ordered taking a seat in the captain’s chair and typing in the codes that would allow her access to the ship’s security system so she could disable it. /You had better given me the right ones Chizyu or I’ll have your ass for it/ she thought alluding to one of her best informants.

The time it took her ship to breach through was the most unnerving, because it was uncertain if the codes had worked or not. When the computer informed of the success of the operation and no alarm sirens could be heard, Bulma let out a sight of relief. Casting one last look to the ship’s map and memorizing it, she got through the newly made hole and accosted the ship.

She had no problem to overcame the soldiers. She managed to do it quietly and quickly, mindful of the scarce time and the real obstacle ahead. When she got to the hall that would lead her to the dungeon she was looking for, she paused to regroup and think of a way to confront the situation, there rounding the corner were the two members of the gynyu force. Apparently they were in the mist of a discussion over a new prisoner or something along the lines.

/Ok, I have blue eyes and blue hair. If I keep my tail bounded around my thigh it appears to be some sort of decoration. I certainly don’t look like a sayajin and they don’t know me so they don’t have anything to suspect I do not belong in here/ she thought /The best way to grapple with this is to act nonchalant and take them by surprise/

So, she casually strolled over them, making sure that she was swaying her hips in a seductive manner, and that all her demeanor screamed sexiness. Being beautiful sure helped when dealing with so primary driven warriors.

The first one to notice her was Jeice, whose eyes got wide alerting Guldo that there was something or someone behind him.

“Oh my, I can’t believe my luck, the famous Jeice and Guldo” Bulma said excitedly, bouncing around and acting like a bimbo.

Being as vain as he was, Jeice puffed his chest and got closer to the enticing beauty before him.

“Yes you are doll, how come I never saw you before?” he asked

“How could you with all those girls throwing themselves at you? I never got a chance” she said with a pout, pressing a hand to his chest and making approvingly sounds.

“Eheem” intercepted Guldo “You are far from where you should be” he said with a hint of annoyance, more so because she was paying no attention to him.

Bulma noticed it was time to do just that, and with a winner smile bend down and patted him on his ugly, hairless, green head. “I know, but I heard master Freeza put that monkey down here, and I wanted to see him. I was afraid to look all by myself, would you show me being the brave warrior you are?”

“I’ll show you, with me around there’s nothing to fear about that dirty monkey” Jeice said.

“The woman asked me” said Guldo turning to face his comrade.

It would had ended in a fight had Bulma not intervened. “I would be more reassured having both of you there, after all you two are my heroes” she said tangling her arms between both men’s arms and leading them to the dungeon gate. /This would be easier than what I thought it would be if I could get them to open the door for me/ she thought.

She watched intently while Jeice simply put the palm of his hand against a console and the door opened with a hiss. Feigning fright she flattened against Guldo’ s back, which gave her advantage over him.

Jeice motioned them inside and they followed. The room was dark and humid, and it emanated a rancid smell. Right in the middle of that hellhole was a bundle Bulma recognized as her prince.

When they approached the figure she could see the estate he was in and knew that even if she had all the time in the world (which she hadn’t), he didn’t. Deciding to change tactics, she moved from Guldo’ s back, and threw herself at Jeice, who caught her suspecting nothing. With an accurate and swift hit to a pressure point, he slumped unconscious to the floor. She turned around and saw Guldo preparing to do his time freezing attack. Not having much time she lunched forward and with a piece of cloth she had on one of the many pockets in her belt, gagged him, not giving him the chance to hold his breath. The little green freak struggled, but she overpowered him and tied him up.

Knowing the situation wouldn’t be in her favor many time, she hurried to pick the prince up. /Damn he is heavy/ she thought when she failed to lift him at the first try. Placing an arm under him and throwing his around her neck, she hauled him placing the best part of his weight on her side, and hurriedly left the room.

She flew as quickly as she could while carrying him, and in her eyes not fast enough, reached the breach that leaded to her ship. She was greeted with the warning lights that indicated something was wrong, and the mechanic voice of the computer told her what.

“We’d been noticed by their radar” it said.

“Shit shit shit” she cursed, carefully but unceremoniously placing Vegeta on the floor, and receiving a grunt of complain from him. “Initiate dissembling at once and prepare for evasion maneuvers”

The ship shook with the force it took to close the hatch and gain some distance from the larger enemy’s ship. Bulma took control of the navigation systems, and started to maneuver trying to avoid the oncoming blasts. A few of them rebounded on her shields, but the attack was so massive it overcharged, leaving her unprotected.

“Son of a bitch you can’t let me down in a moment like this” she yelled, her whole body shaking as the blasts racked her ship. “Computer prepare for hyper fly. It’s our only chance”

It took a while for the computer to reach hyper and to Bulma to successfully enter the coordinates, whilst the blasts kept on coming and damaging the ship, to which extent Bulma wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. But she made it.

“Computer run on autopilot” she ordered, and turned to the warrior resting on the floor. “I should get you medical attention right away”. With that she bent and this time calculating the required force to lift him up, she carried him to the medical wing of her ship.

She placed him on a stretcher and looked him over. He was breathing heavily and forcibly, surely the result of a lung pierced by one of the six broken ribs she counted. He was covered in gashes and bruises and some were very deep, she was afraid that some of his internal organs had been damaged, but without the aid of a regen tank, there wasn’t much she could do for him. Bulma grabbed a bowl from a near counter, and filled it with antiseptic and other medicinal substances, and then dipped a gauze inside. She pushed a stool to the side of the stretcher with her feet, and took seat, the bowl in hand, proceeding to carefully clean him up.

Once in a while he would made a muffled sound of pain, or moan, which in some way made her feel relived, he was alive after all. She got all his wounds dressed and cleaned, and bandaged his ribs and his broken arm and leg so they wouldn’t weld in the wrong way. She was taking care of a particularly nasty looking gash on his forehead, when he opened his good eye and cobalt meet azure. She could see a whole swirl of emotion coursing through him, the predominant one being confusion, but there was also something akin to fear, and that moved her to try to comfort him, even if he wouldn’t be conscious much longer.

“It’s ok, you’re safe now. I’m taking you home” she said in a soft voice, while caressing his face.

He looked like he wanted to say something, in fact his mouth opened as if to speak, but no sound came out. With a sight his eye rolled over and he was unconscious again.

“Damn it, he needs a tank” she said. Finishing what she was doing, she hocked him up to a monitoring machine and throw a cover over him.

Bulma stepped back onto the cockpit and sat heavily on her chair, taking notice of the numerous failure warnings flashing on the screen. /This thing wont last/ she thought. “Computer calculate the estimative time it’d take to reach Vegetasei going at hyper the whole time”

“It would be 24 hours”

“Do we have enough fuel?”

“If we use the one in the reservoirs, yes”

“Then do it, maintain hyper speed constant”

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Bulma had her head on her hands, silently suffering a terrible headache when the computer jolted her to attention.

“We are at ten minutes from entering Vegetasei’ s atmosphere” it informed.

“Display the ship’s estate on screen” she ordered. “Fuck, we are not going to make it!” she said after studying the many things that weren’t working. “Communicate me with the planet at once”

A smaller screen popped out at the main screen’s right, and after a short-lived moment of nothingness, a man’s face appeared on it.

“Identify” he ordered.

“I’m commander Briefs, my ship location system’s number is 00215, I’m going to crash land in about five minutes, track down my ship and meet me with a rescue unit, I have one passenger in need of a regen tank and I’m pretty sure I’ll be in need of one when this is over”

“At your orders commander, anything else?” the man asked now fully alerted.

“Inform the king of my arrival” she ordered, and cut the transmission.

She went to the medical wing and swept Vegeta to her arms, taking him with her to the cockpit, she strapped him with her to the captain chair. She knew that it was the strongest zone of the ship, and which would probably bear better against the atmosphere’s hot temperatures.

The final five minutes seemed eons, but they were finally over, and the ship started rocketing furiously. Bulma could see the extreme hotness melting the walls around her, and the pressure bending them, and she could also hear the sound of her ship falling apart. In the last attempt at survival, she expanded her aura as much as she could, holding the cockpit together until it crashed.

What was left of the ship made a huge crater in Vegetasei’ s soil, and right in the center of a chaos of melted metal and sparkling wires, laid Bulma with Vegeta cradled in her arms, miraculously not much hurt than what he was before. She had taken the entire impact by herself.

- -End of Flashback- -

“…and that’s how we found you. She had to be put on a tank for a week, and right after she was out she left for a new mission, not before setting the blueprints and the indications to make the shield that kept us alive all this time” king Vegeta finished.

Vegeta was stunned to silence. He remembered, and now understood the weird feeling he had every time he looked at her eyes. Without uttering a word, he got up and exited the room heading to his room. His father knowing the turmoil he should be experiencing let him go.

/She saved me/ he thought. /I remember her eyes, I remember asking myself how had I ended in heaven… I thought it was a dream, but she is real/

He removed his clothes absentmindedly and got under the covers. His head was starting to hurt; it was too much information at once. All of the sudden his vision about the woman had changed drastically.

Author’s note:

I enjoyed a lot writing this chapter, and I’m very proud of it. So tell me if you guys liked it. Thanks for reading, and the reviews.

Tammy.